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mx-monster · 12 days

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Thinking horny thoughts about Minotaurs so here’s a lazy Drabble

Cw: m/f, breeding kink

Male!minotaur god of agricultural x Female!human offering

your villages crops are failing. If it continues there won’t be enough to store for winter. In the face of a grueling winter and the real possibility of starvation, the villagers turn to the god of agriculture. They choose you as the offering. They lathering you in sweet smelling oils and dress you in the finest scarlet dress the village possesses. Gold necklaces are clasped around your neck, silver bracelets slipped onto your wrists. A crown of wildflowers rested on your brow.

You’re paraded through the village while neighbors, family, and friends gather on the streets chanting prayers and singing hymns to catch the God’s attention.

You’re left standing alone in a barren field One of the many your village had tried and failed to cultivate. The light of the full moon bathing you in its silvery light.

It doesn’t take long before He’s towering over you. He was magnificent.

“Do you know what this ritual entails?”

What do you say to a God? How do you say it? So you don’t answer. At least, not with words. Without looking away from the God before you, you lower yourself to the ground. Dress pooled around your waist, you spread your thighs and bear your sex to His hungry eyes.

He spends hours between your legs. Alternating between opening you up on his thick fingers and dragging his large, hot tongue along the seam of your cunt. He pushes you to the edge of ecstasy, only to reel you back in.

Your thighs are slick with the proof of your need. You feel wetness steadily leak from your cunt onto your ass. He slides his hips in between your thighs, the blunt head of his cock teasing your slick entrance.

“You’re ready. Know that if we do this I will spill inside. My seed will take and you will become pregnant. Do you understand?”

You nod. God, you understood. You wanted it more than you wanted anything else.

“Say it.”

“I want it, please. I-I need it. I need it so bad,” you sobbed, frustrated tears streaming down your cheeks. He had spent so long teasing you, you’d absolutely die without release. You nearly screamed in relief when He began slowly fucking into you. He was so thick. Even with all the preparation you felt every inch of Him splitting you open.

“Such a greedy cunt you have,” He grunted, “taking me so well. Begging for my cock so prettily. I’ll give it to you. Give you anything. Everything.”

It doesn’t take long before you felt an orgasm rip it’s way through you. Your vision blacks out as a wrecked scream tore from your throat. You felt his cock pulse, spilling hot seed into your starved cunt.

When you finally came back to your body you noticed that the once barren field was now filled with healthy vegetation.

“Your village will one day be the capital of a mighty and prosperous kingdom. Our children’s children will sit at it’s head and one day pass their crown to the heads of their children. But that is a conversation for later,” he pulled you close, enveloping you in a strong embrace, “now, we rest.”

#monster x human #monster lover #exophelia #minotaur #n/s/f/w #monster fucker #I have a whole pantheon of monster gods living in my head #terato #teratophillia #m/f

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protector-of-tinies · 18 days

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You know when you get one of those ideas that's so stupid it just might work? I made this in GIMP. You're welcome.

#g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #shrunk #borrowers #m/f #tiny female

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rabbits-of-negative-euphoria · 21 days

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@vio1315 also mentioned that it's hard to find churches with any kind of targeted guidance or opportunity for women who are "bad with kids" (which in my humble opinion, just means they're bad with other people's kids).

I cannot stress enough that if your only answer for a woman who wants to serve is that she join nursery duty or Sunday school, those both occur during the sermon. One of the worst things I ever did for spiritual health was volunteer for nursery. Thirty to 50 percent of my Sundays were spent without hearing the Word of God preached. That's a big deal.

#- HK #it's a big deal for young women. it's a big deal for old women. and it's a big deal for the kids in nursery. it just is. no way around that #Christianity #x #M/F

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reluctroid · 4 months

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Timothy Von Rueden - Watery Grave

#Timothy Von Rueden #love #fantasy #fantasy art #horror #m/f #art

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save-the-villainous-cat · 4 months

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SUPER FLIRTY prince x FLUSTERED maid but make it really suggestive!! u can change the genders or prns if you want

His laugh was soft but died when she put a finger on the swollen flesh on his back. He couldn't hold back the moan and neither the curse.

"You know, Your Royal Highness, you would spare us all from sorrows if you weren't this reckless," she said and he buried his head in the pillows. Admittedly, he had been a fool. He had been told several times that he was good at hunting and riding. It was one of the few royal activities he actually enjoyed.

He had gotten cocky. Earlier today, once he had made sure that his maid was watching, he had tried to look especially heroic during the hunt.

In the end, too drunk on the thought of making her blush, he had fallen off his horse and landed on the hard stones of a shallow stream. She had been the one to save him from drowning in knee-deep water. She had been the one to find and calm down his horse an hour later. She was the one who was observing his wound now.

His face burnt.

"Where would be the fun in that?" he asked.

"The fun would include you being alive."

"Aw, you care about me." She let her finger touch his red skin again and he hissed, squeezing the pillow hard. He was glad his face was pressed against it. He was embarrassed for his dumb decision. But at least, her fingers were on his back and even though it hurt, he loved to feel her kindness.

"I care about the heir of my kingdom."

"Ouch." The next time her fingers were on his back, he flinched. The salve she had mixed together was colder than last time. But he was quiet this time. Her fingers went over his back, over his shoulders. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this safe. Probably when she had stitched a wound on his leg a month ago.

Although, he had to admit, that had been much more stressful with her face close to his crotch.

"Are you not going to make any comments?" she asked and he could hear the smile when she spoke.

"Don't tell me you actually like it when I do that?"

"I am just wondering why you're being so quiet today," she said. Her fingers travelled down his back and his eyes widened involuntarily.

"I am thinking about your fingers. And where I would love to feel them," he said. He loved to make her blush but today, for whatever reason, he was the one who couldn't get rid of his hot face. She stopped going down his spine and he lifted his head. "Why did you stop?"

He caught a glimpse of her face. She worried her lips between her teeth.

"Oh, I...apologies. I was not-"

"I am starting to think that you enjoy touching me as much as I do."

She giggled nervously. "Well, I..."

"And I also think that you're searching for excuses to do so sometimes." She looked as if he had caught her in the middle of stealing something. He could only smile.

"Lay next to me?" he suggested and she didn't even hesitate to join him in bed. He made enough room for her but somehow when both of them shifted, he ended up on top of her. He looked down at her pretty lashes. His back still hurt but in a good way. "I like you."

Her hand found his biceps and he swore he saw the stars.

"You have got to be more careful," she said. "I feel like you do these things on purpose so I nurse you back to health."

"Well, what do you expect from me? When you have such gentle hands?" He lowered his voice. "When I would give away the throne to a total stranger, just to hear your laugh one more time?"

"Your Royal Highness, I..." Her eyes dropped to his lips.

"Every wound feels sweet when you're the one taking care of it, I fail to put into words what you mean to me." His heart was drumming in his chest and he was overwhelmed by the feeling of her hands on his biceps travelling up to his shoulders. He wanted to build churches dedicated to her with his bare hands. "You have always been more than a maid, more than a friend."

"You're not supposed to say these things out loud," she said but her hands found his face.

"I refuse to whisper them." And with that, she pulled him down gently and kissed him over and over again until he asked himself who was the royal and who was the servant here.

#g-g-g-g-gender #dont u just love it when your boy tries to impress u I do I do hihihi #writing snippet #request #an answer for an ask #kingdoms and royalty #m/f #princexmaid #prince x maid #maid x prince #maidxprince

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alexagirlie · 1 month

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"Figure You Out - Part Two" - Sihtric x Whore!Reader x Finan

A/N: Part 2 is finally here! Was fun to do something different and do a reader fic. Please let me know if you would like to see more? Or maybe drop me a requests?

Summary: Sihtric finishes his lesson on how to please a woman and now you have one more lesson in mind for him. Find Part One Here

TW: Whore reader. Virgin Sihtric. Ladies man Finan. Light dom reader. Light fem dom. P in V sex. Oral sex (m receiving). M/M. Hand jobs. Friends to lovers.

Word count: 1,630

Taglist: @valeskafics @gemini-mama [ please let me know if you would to be added to my taglist(s) ]

You couldn't help the way you stared as Sihtric followed your command without hesitation and stripped off his clothes hastily. You watched the play of muscles in his arms and shoulders as he pulled his tunic over his head. You longed to run your tongue over the valley and dips of his chests and stomach. Your mouth watered as his cock sprung free of its confines and stood to attention, the head already red and weeping. You wanted to know what he tasted like but that was a thought for another time, for now you were eager to have it inside you, stretching you open.

You pet the soft furs beside you encouragingly. “That's a good boy, Sihtric. Now, come here.” You smiled as the Dane complied, crawling up the bed and into the cradle of your thighs. Thighs which were wet with your arousal and still faintly trembling from the aftershock of your first two orgasms.

Together you maneuvered so that you were flat on your back and you hooked your legs over the curve of Sihtric's hips as he guided his cock inside you. He started so sweet and gentle, just brushing the head of his cock through your folds and shuddering at how wet you were for him.

You helped guide him to your entrance and he eased his way into you, his cock stretched you open in the most pleasurable ways, pressing against your walls and sinking into you inch by inch. It felt just as good as you hoped it would and you moaned as his hips pressed flush against yours. He was thick and so hard and you could feel how his whole body trembled as he waited for you to tell him to move. Such an obedient boy he was.

You cupped his angular face between your palms and pulled him down into a kiss, a chaste press of lips before you bit his lip, hard. It pulled the sweetest groan from the Dane’s throat so you did it again before pulling back and looking him straight in his beautiful, mismatched eyes.

“Fuck me”

You were so hot and tight around Sihtric's cock as he pulled back until only the tip remained in the clutch of your cunt before thrusting forward and sinking into the hilt again. Gentle at first, but as you moaned and arched your back under him he gained more confidence and began to move faster, harder.

Finan was a welcome presence at his side, offering advice and encouraging words. He instructed the Dane to throw your legs over his shoulders and tilt your hips for the best angle. Sihtric gritted his teeth against the pleasure as you writhed around his cock. His powerful hips thrusting into you over and over again, each press against your sweet spot pulling a gasp or whine from your throat.

You were the most beautiful thing Sihtric had ever seen, face flushed with arousal and body beaded with exertion. Combined with the warmth of his best friend at his side, intimate and heady, pushing him closer and closer to spilling between your soaking wet thighs.

The Irishman was not idle and ran light fingers down over your breasts, tugging at a perk nipple making you toss your head and moan, breathless and desperate. You whined in disappointment as talented fingers left your tender nipples too soon and continued their path down your body. You were torn between moving your hips against the press of Sihtric's cock inside you and Finan's fingers as they reached the apex of your thighs and rubbed teasing circles over your nub.

You could barely catch a breath as your body was overwhelmed by sensation, the attention from the two warriors making this the best fuck you've ever had. Finan’s minstrations combined with the perfect stretch of Sihtric cock inside pushed you to a third, mind shattering finish and you fell over the edge, screaming out as you shook and trembled under them.

You dug your nails into Sihtric's arms with a scream, thrashing in his hold as you fell apart around his cock. He groaned at the bite of pain, hips stuttering out of their rhythm as he fell over the edge after you. The clenching and unclenching of your cunt milking him dry.

Once the dane had found his satisfaction between your thighs you gently knocked him to the side with a breathless laugh. You let him catch his breath before you decided to turn the tables a little bit and enact your little scheme.

You could see Finan's cock straining the front of his trousers and grinned. He had been so very helpful after all, he deserved to cum down Sihtric's throat.

You reached out and tugged on the end of Finan's tunic.

“Get naked Irishman” you commanded.

Finan rushed to comply, his cock springing free, heavy with arousal and pulsing as you took it in. He was long and thick, it would be a challenge for anyone to swallow it down but you had a feeling Sihtric would prove as much a natural here as he had with eating your cunt.

You must look as wrecked as you feel for Sihtric placed a gentle hand on your arm. “Are you sure you're okay to continue, miss?”

You giggled happily, “Oh I'm just going to lay here,” you explained. “You'll be a good boy for me and help your friend out, won't you?”

They both seemed a touch hesitant at what you were insinuating but you could see their desire written plainly on their bodies. How Finan went red under his stubble and how his cock throbbed harder between his thighs and got even wetter at the head at the idea of his fellow warrior getting his mouth on him. At the barely contained hunger in Sihtric's eyes and the way his spent cock twitched against his thigh.

“It's only fair since you've completely worn me out,” you explained, one last little push to get them to agree.

And agree they did, all it took was a smile and Sihtric watched as you grabbed Finan by the hand to guide him onto the bed until he was splayed out on his back then gestured for Sihtric to kneel between his thighs. The Dane marveled at the heat which emitted from the Irishman, at how good he looked stretched out and at Sihtric's mercy. All his hard won muscles catching the flickering candle light.

He felt his soft cock twitch and it filled to full hardness again as he stared at Finan's hard cock, at the idea of getting his mouth on Finan and taking him into his throat. He had never acknowledged it outloud but the other warrior had made multiple appearances in Sihtric's mind, when he touched himself late at night, alone in his bed. He never thought he would be given the opportunity to act on his most shameful fantasy but the gods have blessed him with putting you in his path.

He didn't have time to feel intimidated by the task ahead of him as the firm press of your hand on the back of his head guided Sihtric down. This time it was you guiding him, instructing him on how to best treat the hard cock below his mouth.

He pressed wet, open mouthed kisses along the side before he licked and sucked at the head, groaning as the salty taste spread across his tongue. Sihtric's cock throbbed at the deep groan his action pulled from Finan's throat, the sound vibrating through the older man's whole body.

You instructed him to suck saliva into his mouth, to get everything nice and wet and slick before he took the head fully into his mouth and slid it across his tongue in a smooth glide. How to breath slowly through his nose and relax his throat as he sank his mouth down around his friend's cock, taking Finan to the root.

Finan cock was heavy on his tongue, it filled his mouth and made breathing difficult but it was so worth it for Sihtric to hear the strangled noise Finan let out as his nose pressed to his stomach. Thick fingers tangled in his dark hair and pulled, sharply, the bite of pain making Sihtric groan. This in turn caused Finan to buck his hips and Sihtric gagged and was forced to pull back coughing before he set to work again.

“Don't take too much.” You warned as you ran fingers down his spine and between his arse cheeks to circle around his rim, teasing the sensitive flesh but not pressing inside. Not this time.

He pushed back into your fingers and made the most beautiful muffled whine around the cock in his mouth. You tsked before removing your fingers. “Stay focused, that's a good boy. Next time I will teach you how to properly take a cock.” You grinned as both men groaned at your words and Finan's muscles tensed and his grip on Sihtric hair tightened as he flooded the Dane's mouth with his spend.

Sihtric's hand was working furiously over his own cock and you pulled his mouth off Finan’s softening cock and stole his mouth in a devouring kiss, licking the taste of the other man's seeds from his lips. Suddenly he let out a loud whine and pulled away from you sharply. You see Finan pressed to Sihtric's back and the Irishman's hand had joined the Dane's working over his cock until Sihtric spilled over their joined fingers with a shudder and a moan.

You ran a hand down your front and slipped between your legs and you shivered as your fingers brushed past your throbbing nub and you wondered if the two warriors would be up for another round.

#kirstin's chronicles #the last kingdom #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric #finan #finan the agile #sihtric x reader #x reader #finan x sihtric #finan/sihtric #m/f #m/m

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terzosinfernalpartner · 10 months

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The Magic Happens At Night

Terzo believes that love-making is for the night and he will truly make the wait worth while. 🔞

(Terzo x female reader)

TW: Vaginal sex, blowjobs, dom/sub, Papa III x Female reader, SMUT, breeding

Terzo’s mouth was skilled, so were his hands. The way they roamed your body made you blush every time your mind drifted back to each night you spent together. Terzo was a man of the night, he wouldn’t even kiss you unless the sun was down.

“The magic happens always at night cara, no exceptions.” He would grin whenever you would pout because you wanted his kisses during the day. Terzo was a man of his word and would never disappoint when his papal duties were done for the day. Your heart would flutter when the clock struck 6:00 PM.

Terzo loved when you waited for him in his bedroom, he even had given you a separate key. You waited for your papa on the bed, wearing the new black lingerie he gifted you earlier in the day. Your mind began to drift, interrupted by the sound of the door knob being twisted. The door opened slowly, a slight wind making the candles on the mantle on-top of the fireplace jump.

The heat that was building in your stomach rose as Terzo, still in his papal robes entered the room. He stood there for a moment, just watching you. Then he spoke. “Sorella…. I’ve waited for this moment all day.” His delicious darkness thick in his Italian accent. “Here, now.” He pointed in front of him, not taking his eyes off you as you moved from the bed, obeying your papa.

Terzo grinned as you settled before him, his mismatched eyes staring into yours. A smug grin spread across his black and white clad face. “Get on your knees.” He pointed to the floor before you. You perched yourself on your knees, your eyes never leaving his.

He smiled again, pulling off his mitre, then his robes, painfully slow. Your mouth watered at the realization that Terzo is completely naked with his erection standing at attention. Terzo took great care of himself, with groomed dark hair trailing from his belly button to his erect penis.

Once you were in front of him on your knees, he grinned again, motioning to his cock. Your eyes never leave his as your lips touch his head, kissing and licking softly. As you pull him into your mouth, Terzo groans deeply, bringing his hands to your hair. He pushes your head closer, easing more of his girth into your mouth, the head dipping into the back of your throat. Your eyes begin to water as you look up at him through soaked eyelashes.

“Sì, brava ragazza. Continua ad accontentare tuo padre con quella bella boccuccia!”

Terzo growled as your head bobbed up and down while you gently sucked his cock. Your right hand moved to his shaft underneath, stroking him with two fingers. You could tell that this elicited pleasure for your papa as his hips thrust forward with a loud moan.

“Fanculo! Bene bene!”

But Terzo was not ready to cum just yet. He pulled you off from him and brought you face to face with his. “I’m going to breed you sorella. I’m going to cum so deep inside you, my seed will be dripping from your cunt for a week.”

He backed you up until you felt the bedpost nudge your back. Terzo’s eyes glared into you as if he was staring into your soul.

“On the bed, belly down, ass up for me.”

The candle light bounced, shifting against his form, showing you glimpses of his devilish expression while you lay on your stomach now, looking over your shoulder. Terzo crawled on the bed behind you until you could feel his hard member against your ass. You whine a bit and wriggle your butt for him. He moved his hands gently against the back of your thigh, to your left ass cheek, resting it there.

“Tell me, do you think you’ve been a good girl being patient for your papa?”

You bite your lip, leaning your hips back to feel his touches. Sensing your desperation, Terzo pulled his hand away, snaking his hand to the front of your neck. He pulled your head back gently as he moved to the left side of your face. Terzo’s warm breath tickled your cheek before placing a soft kiss.

“Answer me principessa.”

“Y-yes papa!” You moan, pushing your hips against his hard cock resting against your right ass cheek. “Fuck me papa! Please!”

“You said please. Good girl.” Terzo moaned as he shifted on the bed. The head of his member pushing against your entrance. “Beg. Beg for me! Beg me to take you with this cock!”

“PLEASE PAPA! FUCK ME! TAKE ME WITH YOUR COCK!”

Terzo moaned low and deep as he pushed his member through your entrance. You cried out in pleasure as he moved further and further, rubbing against your cervix as you stretched around him. Terzo bottomed out deliciously inside you, as your walls hugged him tightly.

“Fuuuuck! Babina! You fit me so well!”

The words rolled off his skilled tongue as his hips rutted against yours. “Are you ready for me to fuck you baby?”

“Y-yes papa!!”

“Good answer my sweet!” Terzo pulled all the way out of you and slammed back in, deeply. You jutted forward slightly with a squeak with Terzo pulling back out and back again without having enough time to process. You cried his name, as he repeated the action but faster.

His cock felt so good massaging your walls and passing through your cervix again and again. The sound of him sliding in and out with each rhythmic movement, was almost too much to bear. Terzo steadied himself while holding your hips with both hands as he thrust faster and deeper. The head of his penis with the exact force he was moving in, rubbed your g-spot just at right angle.

Electric shocks ran through your body as Terzo moved even faster. Between sounds of his cock gliding in and out of your soaked cunt and the exact pressure on your g-spot you needed, you were close. Very close.

“Papa, I’m going to cum!” You cry.

“Mmm, good baby. Does papa’s cock feel good in this cunt?”

Terzo grunted, thrusting deeper now, more precise. Your cries and his growls and grunts filled the dark candlelight room. You gripped the black silk sheets as Terzo pounded your pussy, you crying into the pillow.

Suddenly, Terzo wrapped his left arm around you, pulling you up. His moved his cock out of you, before turning you around. He moved onto the bed still maintaining his arm on your waist. He sat at the edge of the bed, assisting you onto his lap.

You moved onto his wet erect cock, biting your lip as it slid inside you. You glanced face to face at Terzo, his papal paint still well intact. His hands rest on your hips as he instructed you to ride him. His lips crashed against yours as you began to move yourself up and down his cock as his hips moved to meet your pace.

“Come for me sorella. Cum for your papa!”

His gaze bore into you, licking his lips he coaxed your orgasm from you. You throw your head back, screaming and chanting his name. Terzo’s pace quickened, hips thrusting until his own orgasm overtook him. Ropes of his warm seed spilled inside your walls. Your whole body throbbed. Terzo slowed his pace, gradually softening, still inside you.

“You naughty little ghouleh. Your papa just bred you, your sweet little cunt milked me, every drop.”

Terzo peppered your face with kisses as he hugged you tighter. You smile, smelling his husky cologne mixed with sweat. You both stayed like this for a while. Terzo eventually pulled out of you and stood up, moving in front of you. He tickled your chin and kissed you again softly.

“I told you, all the magic happens at night.”

#terzo x reader #the band ghost smut #smut #papa emeritus lll #terzo #m/f #my writing #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa 3 #papa terzo #ghost fanfiction #ghost the band #the band ghost #tw: breeding

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madisonfunhouse · 1 year

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When they find the spot 🙈

#tickle community #tword community #tk community #ticklish #tickle gif #tickle tease #ticklish girl #ticklish female #m/f #m/f tickling #couple tickling #cute tickle #adorable #hot ler #madisonfunhouse #side tickling #upper body tickling

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protector-of-tinies · 20 days

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TINY GIRL: "What do you call a group of three barely visible tinies?"

GIANT GUY: "I don't know. What do you call them?"

TINY GIRL: "..."

GIANT GUY: "Well? What's the answer?"

TINY GIRL: "I just told you."

#g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #shrunk #borrowers #m/f

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rabbits-of-negative-euphoria · 8 months

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my pastor made a great point last Sunday when he said that, considering each Person within the Godhead is equal with the others yet has a different role to play, why should we be surprised when man and woman, who are made in His image, also are equal with one another yet have different roles to play?

#- HK #why should we assume different roles means inequality? and when we do assume that #why should we suppose the creation has a greater entitlement to ‘equality’ than the Creator?#in Whose image they were made?#anyways #mobile #Christianity #sexuality #M/F #x

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 6 months

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Bloody Love Letter

The overdue fluff (I tried, okay?) snippet for @thelazywitchphotographer

TW: Blood, murder mention, knife mention

To most people, the sound of footsteps padding across asphalt in the middle of the night would have been worrying, but Villain didn't exactly fit into the category of 'most' people. Besides, these particularly heavy footsteps were dragging across the street slowly, probably belonging to a drunkard, all the more reason for her not to give a damn.

Still, she decided to humour her unfortunate stalker, turning around to face them, the expression on her face something between irritable and smug, one dark eyebrow arched and a very slight upturn of her lips.

The familiar mask that she was so used to wearing seemed to practically melt into nothing as she realised who the footsteps actually belonged to: Civilian. The man was dressed in his usual business casual, a pair of jeans and a white shirt, except this time, it was more of a shredded rag of blood-stained fabric than a shirt.

Scratches and bruises littered his face, dark crimson encrusted on the corner of his lips, and he was also sporting a black eye. Except the civilian was unfazed in the slightest, as though this was some sort of everyday occurrence. "I'm sure you've seen a lot worse," he remarked casually in response to the look of utter shock the villain had failed to hide, her eyes going wide.

"What happened?" she questioned, as the muscles of her face worked to pull it into a neutral expression.

The civilian snorted incredulously. "I skipped my skincare routine, so I don't look as pretty as usual," he retorted, his lips stretched into something between a smirk and a dark scowl.

This was the kind of insolence that the villain would kill people for, but Civilian had been sharp enough to notice he was an exception, an idea that was frankly poisonous to the villain. She wished to remind him exactly just how dangerous the game he was playing was, but in his current state, it really didn't seem like the time.

So, she simply ran a hand down her face exasperatedly, "Who did this to you?" she demanded, a slight edge of well-concealed anger to her tone that she knew the man would catch.

"What I did to him. You should've seen the other guy." He grit his bloodstained teeth in a feral grin, an expression the villain had never known he was capable of, thanks to his usually mild-mannered nature.

The villain sucked in a sharp breath, folding her arms across her chest. Whatever had warranted this kind of reaction from the civilian was definitely terrible.

Or maybe, if his words and cocky attitude weren't misplaced, this was an indication that the man was a lot more dangerous than he'd seemed, and she just wasn't entirely pleased with that conclusion.

"Alright, hotshot. What did you do?" she challenged, her own piercing blue eyes trained on the civilian's sage green ones, trying to stare through him as though he was no more than a sheet of paper, as though something in his resolve would crumble.

It was the civilian's turn to take in a heavy, measured breath, his gaze refusing to meet the villain's. He seemed almost lost, for lack of a better word, worrying his lip between his teeth, his smug attitude crumbling incredibly fast. "I- killed him," he admitted, trying hard to hide the solemness in his tone with a matter-of-fact intonation, a poor cover-up he failed to paint over the nervousness.

The civilian was never the type to take risks. Before he'd met the villain, he was as cautious as could be, a normal man with a normal job who lived in a very normal neighbourhood. Or that was what the criminal had took him for at first, until she'd found out that this was merely the tip of the iceberg. The civilian had gotten tired of trying to glaze over every side of him with well-fabricated normalcy.

But to confess to murder? That was lightyears away from "trying to change things", from driving a little faster than he was used to or any of the new things he'd done after he'd known her. If there was any shred of his old self, of any basic common sense, he should've already noticed by now that there was a great chance he'd ruined his life, shredded it to pieces.

"Why?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper, instinctually feeling like she would despise his answer.

This time, there was no hesitation in the civilian's tone. "He said he'd go after you. Said he'd hurt you, and I wasn't giving him that chance. Consider it my bloody love letter," he half-snarled, his fists clenched and the muscles of his face taut with conviction.

The villain tried for a few false starts, only for nothing to come out, her lips left parted in surprise.

At that, the civilian's expression softened into something she'd never seen before, into something she realised she wished to see more often, something that lit up his features beautifully.

The civilian was a good-looking man, in a strangely dishevelled sort of way. Dark, wind-ruffled hair with very slight flecks of grey and unwaveringly bright tourmaline eyes that never seemed to dim no matter how exhausted he was. Surprisingly, the crimson streaked across his face seemed to highlight the high-set cheekbones; somehow rendering his current frazzled state even more beautiful than what he usually looked like.

And the realisation that she found the civilian attractive seemed to hit her like a freight train, as did any wave of strong emotion she wasn’t accustomed to. Still, the lingering tension in the air as he crossed the distance between them was very palpable.

“I love you.” The soft smile he gave her at her expression of surprise was equal parts cruel as it was kind. The villain had never been the oblivious one, the shocked audience of a plot twist. So openly vulnerable with someone who downplayed his own cleverness more often than not as a protective tactic.

But she wasn’t exactly sure she hated it. Quite the contrary. She’d evaluated their relationship as that of two unlikely friends aware of each other’s attractiveness and no more, something surface-level and entertaining, but she’d come to realise in that moment, that she’d been wrong.

“I love you too,” she offered as the civilian’s surprisingly warm fingers skirted across her hand, and Villain tentatively got closer, her lips pressed to his jawline, almost fitting there perfectly. She didn’t mind the blood on her mouth, she probably didn’t even notice as the civilian pulled away for a moment, her breath catching in her throat until he got closer again, a soft, almost high-pitched laugh of euphoria escaping his lips as they made contact with the crown of her hair, velvet-soft and blissfully cool against her skin.

“Do you trust me enough to let me take you home so I can fix you up?” she asked.

He pulled away again, a wild, wolfish look in his eyes. “You know, I didn’t even need a knife to kill him,” he answered cryptically, except between the two of them, this was a clear enough response.

✨Timeskip✨

"Just one more left," she said placatingly.

"Well it burns," he hissed, pulling himself away from the cloth soaked in antiseptic near his face, and yet he made absolutely no effort to stop her from pushing him down on her lap again, unless you considered a petulant mock-pout an effort.

"I'm sure you've seen a lot worse," the criminal replied swiftly, quoting him from earlier with her lip curling upwards subtly as she wiped away the last of the blood and dirt on him. The civilian looked significantly younger with all the gunk off, the white hairs seeming to have shown up prematurely, with him being so stressed half the time.

Except right now, he sported a lazy half-smile, looking at her admiringly through half-lidded eyes, lashes so enviously long they fell against his cheek when he blinked. He lifted himself upright, easily pulling her into his lap and tracing the shape of her cheekbone with his finger and then slowly kissing it. "It's never been fair, how gorgeous you've always looked, but now that you're mine, maybe it is, only slightly more just," he crooned, kissing the other cheek with a haunting gentleness that made it seem impossible that he could've killed someone, but with enough passion to prove the previous assumption incorrect.

The villain hummed thoughtfully, pulling him even closer somehow and running her fingers through his hair, smooth like strands of silk now that he'd showered. She felt him shiver, knowing full-well he was touch-starved, "It's alright. You'll get used to it."

"I will," he replied with a smirk, except he leaned further into the touch as she ran her hands through his hair and down to his shoulders, still unaccustomed but the small smile on his lips as he closed his eyes indicated his approval of the touch.

Love is not as concrete as we like to believe. It is certainly senseless to try and learn the exact mechanisms of it because only a fool would wish to learn of something that does not exist and never could. And sure, it is a terrifying product of fate, an outcome of a game where you can only control half of the moves, but still, love is such an awfully human quality; just as wild, just as unpredictable and just as beautiful. It holds the power to draw blood, to start fires but also to bring the taste of euphoria to your lips better than any drink or drug could ever hope to.

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hello! i’m a twenty-nine year old writer. i’ve been writing for 10+ years and currently looking for someone to write with for a femdom-centric plot. ideally, this would feature dark/mature subject matter along with smut, however it will also feature a lot of plot/story.

overall, looking for someone who loves to plot/headcanon/friendly banter/and ideally, do this long-term. i would describe my writing style as casually lit to novella and enjoy writing something that might be 2-4 paragraphs long or longer. i’m here for all your nitty gritty details and also love good prose. also happy to match but not really into anything too short. i can share writing samples and hope you can too. i can post anything from 1-3 times a week.

i would like an m x f pairing, with myself playing the dominant female character. i have an oc who is malleable but i also enjoy making oc’s on the spot.

here are some plots i was thinking about (hope you find these fun and feel free to change/elaborate. they’re just fun tropes to use as a jump-off point):

1. mob daughter x bodyguard - he’s looking to move up in the family and is assigned to watch over her. however, it’s more than he’s bargained for. or perhaps, it’s unlocked things he wasn’t sure he ever liked.

2. victorian governess or ward or maid x master of the house - something vibey in the foggy english moors, where someone can get spanked with a riding crop in a hedge maze. here for stilted conversations, trying to be polite/keep up decorum, but overall messy sex in a huge manor akin to saltburn

3. popular gregarious type guy x cold icy girl - all over my tiktok is the golden retriever boyfriend who’s happy, excitable, and fun. what if behind closed doors, despite being “the man,” he’s really just her bitch

4. coworkers - he could be the boss at the day job, but by night…

5. local cop x stripper / prostitute / teacher etc. - he could be a bad cop, he could be a good cop, either way, he’s being cuffed to the bed

6. virgin male x dominatrix - ideally, the male character has fantasized about this for a long time and has hired someone to do the job

7. teen idol (female) x serious hollywood actor - he’s an action star, no one should know he’s nothing like the characters he plays on tv

8. vampire hunter x vampire / werewolf hunter etc.

honestly, very open minded. things i would be open to incorporate: cock rings, pegging, fucking machines, toys, romance, shame, societal expectations, subversions to gender norms / roles, messy feelings and emotions, hurt/comfort, secret relationships, cheating infidelity, age gaps, dead dove content, a/b/o tropes, and feel free to suggest.

please leave a like and i’ll reach out with my discord info. 🕊️

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The Metkayina’s Mate Chapter 2

This is the second chapter in my Avatar story. It is Na’vi Male x Human female (both her avatar form and human form). While this chapter doesn’t have any, this story will contain mature themes. It will also have dark content (dub-con bordering on non-con, primal play, size kink, breeding kink, forced submission, etc.). If you do not like these themes, do not read this story.

18+ MINORS DNI

One week. An entire week had passed since you arrived on Pandora and yet you could hardly believe its real. The entire experience was mind boggling. First, you had to cope with never going home again. Like it or not, Pandora was now your home. Even if ninety percent of the planet was trying to kill you. It was something you just had to learn to survive with, literally. For the most part, everyone in the DSU was friendly but distant. The ‘Alpha Squad’ as Shelby liked to call them, carried around an air of superiority with them. They were the only ones who willingly signed up for this. Everyone else was either chosen at random, or chosen for their skill and just not told. That is how Dr. Nick Ryker ended up in the DSU. He was top of his field in Botony. The only person that was potentially more skilled than him was Grace, but she had more interest in running the Avatar program than being a part of the DSU.

Nick was the closest thing to a friend you had. Your skills were in Marine Biology. They had plans on moving to the coast for research, but until then you had more use as your Avatar than as yourself. When out collecting research and data, at least one Avatar and a unit of soldiers accompanied them. you being the Avatar was more useful to the expedition, as you could aid in some of the field research. You also took part in the defense training the other Avatars went through, though you were at a disadvantage.

Your avatar was smaller than everyone else’s and different from the one you logged simulation training hours with. It took a bit to gather your bearings and learn how to move. Having a tail was weird, but you learned it aided you with balance, something none of the other Avatar drivers seemed to take advantage of. It helped you greatly with training. While out with the field expeditions, you found yourself often climbing trees and nearby rocks and cliffs. It helped you get more comfortable with your Avatar’s body.

Your field expeditions were slowly going farther and farther out, a Rotorwing bringing you the longer distances. This one was no exception. The Rotorwing had brought you quite a distance into the forest, almost reaching the coast. The team was in the forest below you, collecting samples from the flora indigenous to this particular area. You had climbed into the trees to get a better look around. As you reached the top of the tree, the view took your breath away. Not far from your currently location, maybe half a days trek on food with humans, the trees thinned into the coast line. You could see the beautiful turquoise water brush agains the light colored sand. The water went as far as you could see, even as high up as you were. Beyond the coast, you could see what looked to be one island, but the rest of the horizon was turquoise water meeting blue sky.

As a Marine Biologist, you had been pushing to go to the coast. Nick assured you that the team would get there within the month, but you had to be patient. You hated being a glorified watchdog. That is essentially all you did. You followed them in Avatar form in case you met any Na’vi, but you never did. You hated not being useful, and couldn’t wait to see the coast, and the life that existed within Pandora’s waters.

You slowly moved through the treetops, slowly heading towards the coast. Once you were a little closer, you spotted what appears to be a house built partially over the water. It was clearly of Na’vi build, but it was odd that it was the only one there. Most of the time, the Clans lived together, their structures built in one central area. You made your way back to the group, landing on the ground almost silently. The team was still busy collecting their samples as you approached.

“I spotted a structure on the coast, not far from here. I am going to scout the nearby area, make sure we aren’t being watched or set off any traps.” You explained. Ryker looked hesitant, but nodded.

“Don’t go too far, stay close enough that we can hear you if something happens.” He ordered, and you nodded with a smile, your fangs flashing at him.

“As always, safety first.” You replied, before heading off towards the coast. You were much faster than a human in your Avatar, so easily put some distance between you and the team. You were keeping an eye out for traps and if you were being followed. But you knew if you asked to go see the structure you would be told no. So a little white lie got you away from the team to explore.

You made your way across the forest floor, only stopping when you saw the tell-tale signs of a trap set by Na’vi. You slowed to a stop, examining the ropes well hidden in the foliage. The device was simple, but effective. If you tripped the rope, a spiked spear would have risen from the foliage and impaled you.

You stepped closer, trying to figure out how to disarm it. As you did, you heard a crack and a net closed around you, lifting you high into the treetops above. You let out an indignant yelp, struggling within the net to be able to grab the knife tucked into your sock. A trap hidden within a trap. It was very smart, and you should have known better. You managed to free the knife from its holster on you ankle, and began sawing at the ropes of the net around you. You gripped onto the rope of the net above you as you cut awa the button, your body beginning to fall. You managed to hold yourself dangling in the air by the remains of the net your body was now free from.

Looking around, you spotted a a branch nearby that appeared close enough for you to swing to. As you began to swing your body towards the branch, you spotted movement in your periferal vision. In the distance you could see a Na’vi appear from inside the structure on the shore. They must have had some sort of alarm system for the traps. You started swinging more earnestly as the figure took off in a sprint towards you.

As your body swayed, once you got close enough to the branch you released the net, your hands grabbing at the branch in front of you. You pulled yourself up, and briefly looked back towards the coast. The figure was gone, likely already within the trees. It was almost impossible to spot a Na’vi once they were in the forest. Panic surged for you, and you turned and began running from branch to branch, heading back in the direction of your team.

You tried to listen to the forest around you as you ran, but the only thing you could hear were the noises you made as you ran. A large blue figure appears on the branch infront of you, causing you to yelp as you skidded to a halt on the branch you were running on. You feet slid, throwing off your balance and causing you to plummet into the forest below. You hit several branches on the way down, groaning as you did until you managed to grab onto one to stop your descent. Before you could pull yourself up onto the branch the Na’vi above you jumped down, grabbing your hair, yanking you off the branch and plummeting you onto the forest floor. You land with groan, rolling on the ground to distance yourself from the Na’vi, before you stood. You held your knife in your hand as you looked at the Na’vi infront of you.

He was large. Taller and broader than any of the avatars you had seen. His muscles were tight, as if he was ready to pounce at any second. His long hair fell in braids down his shoulders, swaying as he moved. His green eyes were narrowed at you, his ears back in anger. Your avatar barely reached his shoulders. You had never seen a Na’vi in person before, and he was terrifying up close. You doubted you could hold your own against a normal Na’vi, let alone against the male infront of you, who seemed to be larger than the average male.

“You trespass on Metkayina lands.” His voice was a snarl, the sound of the Na’vi language somehow making him even more frightening.

“We mean no harm. My team only comes to research.” You responded, thankful for your years of study of the Na’vi language. The Metkayina was the most reclusive clan, none having studied at the school. You doubted he knew any English.

“Your team is far. They do not care for your safety.” His words sounded almost like an accusation more than anything.

“I went ahead to scout.” You responded, not liking that he assumed the team didn’t care for you.

“Scouting implies skill. You are not a scout. More like a baby stumbling through the forest.” Your ears went back at his words, you grip tightening on your knife. You didn’t a Na’vi mocking you.

“I am capable enough. I found your trap.” You replied, glaring at the Na’vi male before you.

“Yet fell into the second trap.” He almost sounded amused, a small smirk forming on his lips as his stance relaxed. He clearly didn’t see you as a threat.

“A trap I easily escaped from.” You responded haughtily. His lips formed a feral grin, more baring his fangs than a smile.

“Not without getting caught.” He said, walking forward and closing the distance between you. “Why do you look…. Different?” He grabbed a lock of your hair as he asked. You slapped his hair away, taking a step back from him.

“I look fine.” You answered, not wanting to explain the process of the doctor messing up your avatars dna.

“The other sky folk, they appear like us. Your features are different.” He stated, his gaze raking up and down your form, a dark glint in his eyes that made tou uneasy.

“I need to get back to my team.” You said, hoping to end this odd interaction without death, or worse. As you went to step around him, he grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you to a stop.

“You trespassed on Metkayina lands. My lands. You will answer for this.” He stated, starting to pull you towards the coast. You instantly lashed out, slicing his arm with your knife as you jerked back. The Na’vi hissed and released you, likely from shock. You didn’t hesitate to turn and take off springing into the forest. The trees blurred by you as you ran. You were not sure which direction you were running in at that moment, but you knew you couldn’t stop or slow down, in fear of him catching you.

You yelled out for your team as you ran, silently cursing yourself for being dumb enough to wander so far from them. Branches and twigs hit your face and scrapped your arms as you ran blindly. You knew you were loud, but you would sacrifice stealth for speed to get away from the male chasing you. There was a sudden decline in the ground, and your foot caught a root, sending you tumbling down the steep hill. A groan escaped your lips as you rolled to a stop at the bottom, and movement to your left made you freeze.

A Thanator stood between the trees to your left, emitting a low growl as it crouched forward, ready to attack. Suddenly, you wished you hadn’t run from the Na’vi. You quickly stood and took off running, aimlessly running and leaping through the jungle, sounds of the Thanator chasing after you filling the air.

A yelp sounded from behind you, and you glanced back to see the Thanator stumble to the side, an arrow lodge in its leg. You didn’t stop running to see what happened next, because either you were being chased by a Na’vi or you were being chased by a Thanator. A part of you hoped they would just take each other out and leave you alone.

Your world spun as you were tackled to the ground, you and the Na’vi rolling in a flurry of limbs and hisses as you struggled to not be trapped beneath him. He managed to pin you to the ground, his hands caging your wrists against the dirt as you flared up at him. But as quickly as he subdued you, a black blur crashed into him. The Thanator dragged him off to the side, and you stared at the scene briefly before getting up and taking off towards the sound of rushing water nearby.

A spark of hope filled your chest as the sound got closer. You weren’t sure what was happening with the Na’vi and the Thanator, but odds are the Thanator would win, so getting across the water was your best bet for survival. A loud roar erupted behind you as you cleared the trees, a cliff in front of you with rushing water below. You would just have to hope the water was deep enough that you wouldn’t be harmed from the fall. It was better than being ripped apart by the large feline-like creature.

You reached the edge and jumped without hesitation, flying through the air towards the water below. You looked back just in time to see the Na’vi follow you over the edge, the angry Thanator snarling from the cliffs’ edge. Your body hit the water hard and fast, all your senses being developed by it at once. You struggled to push yourself to the surface against the strong current, your body spinning wildly as the water rushed against you. You just managed to break the surface as you open your eyes, only to see a large rock that you then smash into, your head making a hard contact that sends your world into darkness as you are knocked unconscious.

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