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bas-writes · 2 years

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Bas, I am laying down at your feet and ask for belly scratches come with a humble request 👉👈

I'd love to ask for some smut with Shakky & afab!reader because I'm so weak for the queen. Thinking about how she makes reader gag on her strap and smirks down at them when they call her daddy, maybe edges them to hear some pretty little mewls before she spoils them? But you can go in any direction you want with this, I completely trust your smut skills, they're always one of my favorites! <3

Thank you so much for everything you do and no worries at all if you yeet this request! Always write what brings you joy.

This won't awaken anything in me, I say as I awaken new kinks with every sentence of this murder that's turned out to be a perfect self shot 😳

Well, well, well, whom do I see in my askbox 👀 Welcome, Lale, I hope you will enjoy this little thing I have here for you.

It's been a while since I dove into kink, so, thank you so much for giving me opportunity to oil up my gears 🤭

Little Pearl

Character: Shakky Reader: afab (no body descriptions, no gendered pronouns, words like pussy, clit etc. used to describe genitalia) CW: explicit N,SFW content, daddy kink, BDSM, submissive Reader, bondage, edging, sex toys, strap-on, oral sex (Reader sucks on strap), vaginal sex, deepthroating, hair pulling, praise kink, non-gendered pet names, smoking Word Count: 2139 Summary: “Do you like calling me like that?” With a smirk, she finishes her cigarette, puts it out in the ashtray, and leans down, close, your noses nearly touching. Thick smoke dances in your eyes as she blows it on your face, unhurriedly, the smirk growing darker and cockier with each passing second. “Would you like me to be a daddy for you tonight, my kinky little pearl?”

Her eyebrows cock up in surprise and her face freezes on the soft line between amusement and twitch of interest. Dark interest. The kind that spells tortures and sensations and trouble far more intense than the fate you’re already facing.

Drawing on a cigarette, Shakky looks down at your trembling body, eyes skimming along the ropes tied around your arms, torso and thighs. The weight of her gaze is unbearable, if embarrassment and vibrator pressed between your folds weren’t making you squirm enough. You want to turn away, close your eyes at least, but she doesn’t like disobedience, she doesn’t like her little, cute Y/N doing the opposite—and didn’t she ask you to look at her all the time? You would never dare to even think of misbehaving, yet, it’s tempting, if only for avoiding this piercing, needling judgment and curiosity.

What on earth were you thinking, using that word instead of the usual title?

“What did you just call me?” She muses, crossing her legs the way the tip of her stiletto nearly brushed your chin. “A daddy?”

Your throat is so dry you can’t swallow, drool beginning to trickle down from the corners of your lips. No wonder words fail on you, nothing close to human speech coming out between your whines. All you can do now is just nod.

“Do you like calling me like that?” With a smirk, she finishes her cigarette, puts it out in the ashtray, and leans down, close, your noses nearly touching. Thick smoke dances in your eyes as she blows it on your face, unhurriedly, the smirk growing darker and cockier with each passing second. “Would you like me to be a daddy for you tonight, my kinky little pearl?”

She grabs your chin and forces you to look at her as you start to break and turn your eyes away. Her elegant, manicured hands carry the power of iron, holding you securely and with a reminder. The demonstration of her power is soothing, if not for strong, immobilizing even, grasp, you would nuzzle up to her palm, seeking more warmth and the spicy scent of her perfumes.

Shakky’s smirk softens as you mold back into full submissiveness. Gently, she traces your lips with a thumb, wiping your own saliva all over them. “Do you want daddy’s cock to destroy your little, tight hole? Tell me, my little pearl. I wanna hear your voice.”

With her acceptance, no coil of embarrassment can hold you back, not when she encourages you with a voice so sweet. You drool and tremble at the mere thought of her finally having her way with you, but the words come out, pleading, nearly mewling, “Yes, please, I want it so much.”

“Please who?”

You can’t help but press down, trying to steal more friction from the pillow and vibrator nestled between it and your cunt, “Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me!”

Shakky squishes your cheeks, pressing your lips forwards. She leans, as if to steal a kiss, but instead just blows at you again from close, so close you feel the warmth and moisture of her breath, “Ain’t ya the sweetest, most obedient thing? Will you suck your daddy’s cock for her before she fucks you silly?”

As her hold eases, you willingly open your mouth, your tongue lolling out and awaiting your treat. The smile she sends you as reward has you in shambles and desperately grinding on the pillow. “Such a good little pearl…”

The chair creaks, her legs spread open, her strapped cock positioned right in front of you, perfect and waiting to be sucked. You give it the first, testing lick, straining your neck to reach the best you can with arms and legs tied. It’s one of her biggest toys, the one you know well that will leave your jaw aching and throat sore—such a delicious expectancy! Your pussy, painfully void, clenches over nothing as you desperately try to provide yourself more friction. You’re so wet you’re sure the pillow underneath is soaked, the teasing torture running already for what seem ages for you. And yet, just a thought of her ruining your mouth has you leaking even more…

Fuck, you need her so bad! If only you could reach as much as you want…

A merciful hand guides you. Shakky moves closer, right on the edge of the chair and, fingers tangled in your hair, pulls you towards herself. Sheer excitement makes you gag long before the size forces your jaw open, sliding inside with ease. You’ve been ready and yet, her dick pushes air back into your throat and tears—out of your eyes. Instinct jerks your head away, but her hold is tight—she keeps you in place as you work your way on the strap, not forcing you, not yet, but not letting you squirm away. Thick toys and saliva drown your mewls of pleasure; the more muffled they are, the wider and darker her smirks grow. She watches you, hungry but calm, in absolute control of everything, from the twitch of your nerves to the wheeze of your breath, sweet and cruel, and the core of your mind—filled with nothing but need, nearly blowing you apart.

She doesn’t even need to pull you—you fuck yourself on her strap so eagerly you’re choking yourself. Saliva drips down your chin as you gag, time after time, on the toy sliding so deep it grazes the back of your throat. At this point you would just swallow it whole, but Shakky doesn’t let you, each time jerking your head away, as if you were a naughty kitten trying to steal food from her plate.

She chuckles at your little, frustrated and muffled noises, tilts head on side with a smile sending harsh shivers throughout your spine. Finally, much to your whine, she pulls you away from your treat, gaze the heavier the more you cough, wheeze for air and squirm, trying to return to your duty and ease your boiling heat at the same time.

“Look at you, so messy, so greedy… “She coos, deliberately turning your head on side and rubbing her dick against your cheek. “Do you like daddy’s cock so much?”

Yes, yes, you want to scream, but your throat is too sore—and too starved of her. All you can do is mewl and sway your hips. Your frustration doesn’t come unnoticed, she watches every move of yours with sadistic satisfaction and amusement.

“Tsk, tsk, don’t be naughty, Y/N.” Remote control flashes in her hand, the vibrations between your folds slow down—don’t disappear but fade away enough to have you sobbing. “You don’t want to cum other way than on daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

You can’t help but pout, tears pooling in your eyes as you try to tilt your head back, as much as the hand tangled in your hair lets you. Amused, Shakky slides fingers into your mouth, chuckles as you wrap your tongue around them, hungry and begging.

“Is my little pearl losing patience?” She presses your tongue down, cutting your silly attempts short. “Daddy edged you only for a while and you’re already caving in?”

You don’t have an answer but desperate mewls and humping. The knot of pleasure in your abdomen is tight, tense, but far from ready to burst, just dancing firmly on the line. The more the vibrations ease and fingers press into your mouth, the tighter it gets, not letting the heat simmer down. Your legs, bent in ropes, start to quiver, but it’s as much as your body is allowed to release.

As if the tentacles of her control pierced you that deep, through the very core of your consciousness and desire.

“Maybe daddy needs to teach you a bit more?” Shakky muses, smudging saliva around your lips. “Open wider, little lamb, daddy wants to see how far you can take it…”

She doesn’t stop you anymore, but your moves have nothing of greed left—just desperation to follow any whim and order of hers. Relaxing your throat as much as you can, you let her slide her cock almost past your limit, your jaw numbs and aching from pressure. You’re not sure anymore if you’re gagging on the toy or just on the sheer amount of your saliva—your mind is clouded, senses tied into hank over the little vibrator, once going silent, once irking you almost painfully, and always at the wrong time. She pulls you towards the release and pushes you away nearly simultaneously.

It drives you crazy. So crazy you’re losing yourself in this helpless chase.

With an especially loud sob, she pulls you away and lets you breathe, keeping you in line by pulling your hair, “What does my little pearl want, hm? Why whines so loud for me?”

“Please, please, oh my god…” Your voice, broken into mewls, sounds alien in your ears. “Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me!”

You swear, you would break and cry if she said no and edged you one more time. But Shakky knows, always knows. And could never be cruel with you more than necessary.

“How could I say no to those pretty eyes…” She hums, finally moving from her seat. “Don’t cry, daddy will take good care of you.”

The pillow dips as she straddles it behind you. Instinctively, you try to turn your head towards her, but she doesn’t let you move, just wraps arm around your middle and pulls you up, enough to slide vibrator from underneath you, and make you lean against her. You mewl in pleasure, her big, soft breasts pressed to your back so soothing after the long torture. She peppers your jaw with soft kisses as she looks for position and angle comfortable for you both, trying to take some tension away from your knees.

“So sweet for me…” She licks the vibrator right by your ear, the wet sound alone almost making you cum in her hold. “You must be so hungry for my cock, hm, my little thing?”

“Please, d-daddy…”

“Shh, I got you.”

Your eyes roll at the back of your head when Shakky slides into you, slowly, patiently stretching you inch by inch. Keeping your trembling body steady, she works your starved pussy open, lips skimming the curve of your neck and shoulder. Dirty praises she whispers melt into incoherent noise in your ears, but her touch is like liquid glass against your nerves, fried to the breaking point. It’s soothing and teasing, torturing, but not denying this time.

“Relax…” She whispers as you sob, your hips helplessly jerking in the search of release. “Let me take care of you… Daddy will treat you so well…”

How can you hold yourself so stubbornly? You want to cum so badly and Shakky cradles you in her arms, fucking into you with a perfect rhythm, but the knot doesn’t want to break nor loosen, turning the heat unbearable.

“Shakky…” Desperate, you drop the role, your voice breaking and shaking as much as your body. “Please…”

“Let it go, pretty thing.” The hold on you tightens, squeezing air inside your lungs. “I’m here.”

When her fingers brush your clit, your body finally caves in. Head thrown back you mewl, sob and scream, your vision nearly turning white as you cream on her cock. She holds you close all the time, strong arms protecting you as you come down—collapse—from your high.

Silence rings in your ear once your mind returns to your exhausted body. Shakky already took care of most of the ropes when your head starts swaying on her shoulder—she recognizes consciousness in your eyes and kisses you, softly, barely brushing lips against yours.

“You did so well for me,” she says, proud, smiling, relaxed. “Don’t move, let me take care of you. Do you need water?”

You shake your head, trying to help her remove the last coil, just to get your hand playfully, very gently, smacked out of the way, “No, my little pearl, daddy hasn’t finished with you. Don’t you dare move a single finger.”

Oh, even if you had any power left to wrangle her, the tone of her voice puts you back into your sphere. You let her do all the work, more and more lazy with each passing second. To perfection you need only her arms picking you up and carrying you to a bath, as she always does after she’s done playing with her little pearl—or however she’s decided to call you during a kinky night.

And as always, she reads your mind, no words needed for her to throw ropes and tissues aside, to cradle you close and carry you to the bathroom, the gentle rhythm of her heart nearly lulling you to sleep.

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booksweet · 3 years

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May I request some headcanons of what it would be like for Iwaizumi, Kita, and Semi to have an s/o that’s as pretty as a fairy to them? Like a nature fairy kind of. They think their s/o is fairy-like because of how they look and dress, and how they just blend into nature so well in their eyes? I hope that makes sense, have a good day and thank you in advance!! <3

starring: timeskip Hajime Iwaizumi, Shinsuki Kita, Eita Semi

warnings: SFW, grammar mistakes

A/N: hii! I'm sorry I took sometime to write your request, I had to do some research about Semi and Kita hehehe and, I mean, this prompt was so cute, I enjoyed writing so much 💞 hope you like it!

tagging: @iwaizumini @noritoshiikamo @savantsoulfinder @laraazoldyck

haikyuu boys with fairy-like s/o

Iwaizumi Hajime

The first time he caught a sight on you, he knew magic for the first time;

You were... ethereal for him;

He was running throught the lake next to his house before going ahead to gym with his students;

And he couldn't miss the way the morning sunlight rounded you;

You glimmered to his eyes, you're everything was bright and magical to him;

And he almost missed a step when you noticed him running and then gave him the brightest smile he has even seen;

Well, needless to say that you met everyday at the lake;

Your spell sure on him, and he wasn't complaining about it;

When he first asked you to go on a date with him, he tried to hide he was kinda insecure;

The feeling was forgotten when you said yes and he felt heaven in your eyes;

Hear me, Hajime gravitates towards you;

He's sweet and caring, he treats you like you're his precious pearl;

But he know your fierce, and Hajime never ceases to show how proud of you he is;

It's funny to be around his friends, since hes so lovely and caring about you, though he and Oikawa are a bit... messy;

Yeah, and open field dates!!!! camping!!!!! beach dates!!! park!!! that lake you first met!!!!!

He loves to take you there, to nature;

It fits you, it's like nature roams around you and you drawn it with your energy;

I mean, sometimes he may be grumpy, but you're the only one who can undone his temper;

Magical indeed, if it's right to say;

Semi Eita

It's hard to explain, but the way he felt with you was the same when he's making music and his songs;

There's magic in creating songs and melodies, and you were kinda like this;

Your laugh, your voice, everything in you resonate with his hearts;

A mystical creature for sure you were, made for music and from music;

Your sounds delighted him like no one and you destroyed each facade of his;

He found you singing along his music at a bar, he watched you from stage and oh god you were so beautiful back then;

And of course he tried to talk to you somehow after that, he noticed you were every show he was and he wondered if you enjoyed his songs the way his heart rushed whenever he sees you;

How could anyone maintain composure around you with such a lovely sound?

He couldn't help but feel enchanted by you;

And when he heard your voice, he was sure you were some kind of song/music faerie;

Oh, falling for you was naturally as the do re mi fa's he played on his guitar;

But you were way more fascinating than music, for the first time he found someone he could seek for instead of music and volleyball;

So on your first date, he took you to the show of your favorite band;

And you sang along with them so happily he wished you sang along him whenever he played too;

You were music to him;

And he loved music;

Shinsuke Kita

Kita never loses his composure, regardless any situation he is into;

But, hey, we all have our first times, right? Just as Kita;

His first time was with you;

When you walked throught his rice fields just to talk to him about his rice and how it would be amazing to be cooked on your restaurant;

He lost his voice and unable to talk, he saw you shining among the fields and the blue sky;

The wind blowing your hair made his heart skip a beat and his hands sweaty;

You were not from this world, he was sure of it;

The way you dressed fitted with the green and blue nature, it seemed like it was your natural place, not his;

And for the first time he didn't have words, they couldn't be formed by him, he would just stare at you speechless;

He fell for your enchants swiftly like growing rice;

From season to season he was completely undone by you;

The first time you asked him to meet up at your restaurant — of course it was a date — he got all dressed and acted up like it was indeed a date, even though you said it wasn't at all;

He could be winter, but you were summer and he melted with your everything;

So when you were eating silent with him, he couldn't help but say "Tell me wich spell you launched on me, tell me, y/n"

He laugged at your confused expression at first, but then he enjoyed the way you flustered with his followed words.

"I've fallen for you, y/n, I'm enchanted by everything you do and are."

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mistabullets · 4 years

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His Cupcake

Word Count: 1.4k

Characters: Mista Guido x Fem!Reader

Content: afab reader, she/her pronouns, cunnilingus, eating out, vaginal fingering, teasing

Summary: Your boyfriend has been gone on a mission for a few days and you decide to treat him to a pleasant surprise.

Not SFW under cut ;

The last time you saw the gunslinger, it was three days ago; aware of his line of work, you waited anxiously for Mista’s return. The occasional anxiety would bubble in the pit of your stomach and tighten at your heart. But you knew of your boyfriend’s skills, you trusted in him and his stand’s abilities. He gave you a call the night before, washing away all the tension built up, and informed you he should be home tomorrow evening. Relieved filled you when you heard Mista called you by your cute yet silly nickname. “Don’t worry, pasticcina. The mission was a walk in the park. Can’t wait to see you and your cute face tomorrow~”

You giggled, hearing your boyfriend’s enthusiasm through the phone, “Give Signore Bucciarati my regards. Make it home safe, caro. I love you.”

“Sure thing, ti amo anch’io! Addio~” he said, ever so sweetly followed by a click. From the tone of his voice and having spent the past hour on the phone, he had missed you. You decided to treat him to something special for his return. A light bulb flickered in your head and you found yourself rummaging through your dresser, looking for something in particular. After a couple minutes, you had found a raunchy lingerie set Mista had bought you just a week ago. The print was a bit tacky, with red and black leopard print (of course, your boyfriend was obsessed with leopard and cheetah patterns on himself and especially you). You double-checked and made sure it fit you; while you did not particularly like the design, you had to admit, it hugged your curves quite nicely.

You could not wait for your polpetto to return home.

The following evening, you were alerted by the sound of the front door, the knob jiggling, and rattling as someone unlocked it. You grinned ear to ear as you heard your boyfriend open the door, calling for you. He kicked off his shoes and made sure to lock the door behind him. “Pasticcina, I’m home!” Mista announced, breaking the silence. You giggled softly before making your presence known, “Caro, come to the bedroom~” you called for him, adding honey to every syllable articulated. A wolfish beam was forming on his lips, as he made his way to the bedroom you two shared.

The door swung open and he was pleasantly greeted your body, sprawled out on the bed in a seductive pose. He noticed your choice of lingerie, elated by the fact you were finally wearing it. It was just too bad he was going to rip that off your body. Mista stalked up to the bed, predatory and a hungry glint to his dark eyes, before pouncing on you like a cat. You giggled but gasped from the clothed erection brushed up against your thigh. “Babe, you have no idea how much I missed you. I was thinking all about you on the way home.”

“G-Guido,” just his words caused your thighs to rub up against each other, aware of the ache in your heat. Mista took note, chuckling at your desperation. “Seems like you missed me too,” he teased before nestling on top of your smaller figure. He crashed his mouth onto yours. His kisses were messy but passionate nonetheless; you whimpered into his mouth as his hands explored the familiar road map of your body. He stopped at one of his favorite spots, your breasts, and gave them a playful squeeze. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your warm orifice, the taste of you always savory.

After ravishing your mouth with sloppy lip actions, his attention was drawn to the column of your neck and the bare collarbone. He peppered kisses, making sure to suckle and leave bruising marks throughout his exploration. Nimble and trained fingers unhooked your bra, his tongue wanting to have a taste of your delicious nipples, hardened by the cool air. His mouth engulfed the bud with moist warmth while your unattended nipple tweaked between Mista’s fingers. Your hands found the crown of your lover’s head, slipping off the hat and throwing it into the floor along with your bra. Digits carded roughly through a mess of beautiful dark, curly locks.

“God, Y/N, mio dolce pasticcina, I’m so hungry for you,” Guido groaned against your skin, grinding himself against the mattress. He left ghost kisses across the abdomen; he trailed closer to his designation, to the apex of your thighs. He easily managed to spread your legs and anticipation bubbled in your stomach. Shamelessly, he pressed his mouth against your clothed sex, lapping his tongue against the wet spot and drinking it up. His thumbs hooked into the hem of your panties, quite sad to discard the lingerie. But he was eager to devour your core and having you wailing his name, loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“G-God--please, Guido, hurry up--” you begged. While he would relish in your moans and take it a step further, Mista was just as eager to savor the essence of you. Hastily, he tore the panties clinging to your core. He took a moment to admire the pretty shade of your pussy, spreading the plush lips of sex.

Mista laughed, glancing up to see your cheeks radiating a pretty red blush. One of your hands was tangled in his curls and the other tightened their grip on the bedsheets. God, you were so cute like this—

“Well babe, bon appetit~” he chimed in as he buried his face between your thighs. God, he was stupid, but he was stupidly good with his tongue. The fleshy appendage left a strip across the slit of your head before probing at your entrance. Moaning his name, you tightened your grasp in his black locks, which edged to go further. Mista placed one hand on your inner thigh, giving it a light squeeze and caress, while the other made work at teasing your clit. His index and middle fingers pressed against the pink pearl, rubbing with merciful intent. You gasped, feeling the tip of your boyfriend’s tongue push inside your aching heat, the coil in your stomach becoming more unbearable, seeking to spring free. Guido proceeded to fuck your cunt with merely his tongue for what for like a blissful eternity; your juices tasted so sweet to him, like a cupcake. His gaze took a glimpse of a pleasured face; eyes blown out, mouth wide open, and your moans and whimpers becoming louder and louder—

“Keep your eyes on me, bambina,” he grunted, edge slipped through his tone.

His mouth and fingers swapped place. Mista’s lips attacked your sensitive clit while fingers plunged into your tight walls, buried to the hilt. While his mouth made work, sucking in the swollen bud of your core and pressing his tongue against it, his digits curled and scissored up against your sweet spot. White stars hit your vision, as you felt your orgasm fast approaching. You pushed your boyfriend impossibly closer to sex, his nose tickling against the skin of your labia. Mista knew you were getting close, just from your eyes and the grip you had on his hair. Applying more luscious force and pressure, he continued with his ministrations, but tenfold. You let out a delectable moan, bordering on a scream. “G-Guido--I’m going to cum, I-I’m cumming--!”

“Cum for me, mio pasticcina~” he commanded ever so sweetly, dark orbs watching your beautiful form come undone and you did, your velvet heat clenching on to your boyfriend’s fingers, gushing out the juices Mista craved. The white stars exploded, and coil snapped in your stomach, as your orgasm finally reached, causing your body to shake and convulse. Mista let you ride out your orgasm, nibbling on your clit and finger fucking the tight heat of your cunt. Once you came down from your high, he proceeded to drink up your cum, pulling his thick fingers out from your spent pussy.

“You must taste yourself, bambina,” Mista said, coming up toward your lips and giving you a passionate kiss. You smile against it, wrapping your heavy arms around your boyfriend, enjoying the taste of you.

You felt his erection up against your thigh again and he grinned devilishly at you, as you let out a slight yelp. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” he teased, giving you another messy kiss, already starting to work himself up again.

And he was right. For your polpetto was a man who liked his dessert first.

#Anonymous #my writing #not sfw #scenario #mista guido #golden wind #vento aureo #mista x reader #jojo #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #i wanted a reason to write n/s/f/w mista smut hehe #also pasticcina means cupcake

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royalreef · 5 months

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(( Are we sharing sideblogs again?

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #Seek the pearl || (N)SFW #(n)sfw #(( as ever nyall know the deal #(( only follow if youre over 18 etc etc etc

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royalreef · 6 months

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(( Oh yeah, another reminder that my sideblog's here.

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #Seek the pearl || (N)SFW #(n)sfw

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royalreef · 1 year

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(( You know, I do regret not writing out the Coral Festival like I have in the past. Like, yes it is the fun orgy holiday where the merfolk fuck — but I don’t really like speeding over all of the details for it just because it’s an orgy holiday.

There’s still a lot of interesting details to be found there! It’s often the first time any muse gets to talk to ordinary merfolk! There’s a lot to talk about with the Merkingdom and with what merfolk’s first reactions to meeting landfolk are like, especially since, to most merfolk, they don’t even know what landfolk look like and have wildly different ideas based off of mostly their own myths and culture. There’s a ton of passive worldbuilding going on too, just in the way the area is set up for the event, and the implications of their social hierarchy that’s finally being demonstrated. There’s also details on how Miranda is perceived by non-royals within the Merkingdom too.

Plus, there’s just the aspect that sex and sexuality is an important part of merfolk society as well, and it feels like a waste to just gloss over all of this with a “they fucked”, you know? Where else am I going to talk about how merfolk flirting works, or how they view sex as a means to form agreements and settle arguments?

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #Seek the pearl || (N)SFW #(n)sfw #(( don't try to tell me either that miranda's a good example for merfolk flirting #(( or how they view fucking #(( miranda is biased first by the low royals' courts #(( and secondly by the landfolk she hangs around #(( she will not fuck to settle an argument when she already knows that landfolk generally dont do that #(( and not in the same way as merfolk #(( she knows the name of the game and she will not play it with landfolk #(( because she knows they do not understand and often do not want to understand either

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royalreef · 1 year

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(( And yes, that does mean that if Miranda willingly goes to another muse’s place, intending to stay there for the night, and she doesn’t bring any change of clothes with her — she might just be intending to go commando for the night.

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #Given by Divine Right || Headcanons #Seek the pearl || (N)SFW #(n)sfw #(( or sometimes she just forgets #(( oops-

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royalreef · 1 year

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(( It’s Sunday so here’s a tiny headcanon that I’ve had for a while but probably never posted:

Miranda does sometimes sleep in the traditional extra fluffy and extra cozy pajamas that you might imagine, but not only is this more of a special occasion attire, it usually works more as lounge-clothes than what she actually sleeps in. Even when she wears it before bed, that doesn’t necessarily mean she’ll wear it to bed.

Most of the time, Miranda sleeps in the traditional merfolk manner, which is to say that she sleeps nude. She will sometimes sleep in her underwear or other light, frilly things, but again, this is usually when she’s in a mood for it. She feels like she can get bogged down by clothes sometimes, and in a setting where it doesn’t really matter and no one’s seeing her anyhow, she’ll go without. It’s just a habit of her having lived underwater, where clothing produces drag, which makes it harder and more exhausting to swim.

Safe to say, most of the time when someone is actually around to see her asleep, she’ll be clothed, as she sees this as a special occasion and likes to put on a show for other people, alongside the complicated politics associated with just seeing a naked royal. Just as much as any other setting, she’ll treat having a sleepover with her friends or sleeping with her partners as having a dress code attached to it, and one that she’ll follow because she has an image to maintain.

However, if it’s unplanned, or more sudden, or if Miranda just feels especially comfortable and safe around someone else, she has little to no issue forgoing getting dressed at all. To her established partners and ul’kiha, she almost entirely stops sleeping clothed, especially when she intends to use her partner as a hot water bottle. If Miranda’s especially tired or exhausted, then she’ll only bother with getting undressed, and not think for a second about switching into something else.

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #Given by Divine Right || Headcanons #Seek the pearl || (N)SFW #(n)sfw #(( its not really super. yaknow. but still.#(( oops miranda has the bad habit of treating ALL of her clothes as formal suits for different occasions #(( and thus tends to over-plan and over-think even small interactions with people

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royalreef · 7 months

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With every impounding swell of the music, of the voices around her that grow and shift and become a deafening chorus, Slz'Exkii flicks her tail, kicks hard into the current and takes off down towards the sandy bottom. She spins towards the platforms, lifts up at the last second to calls and cheers and greater song in her earfins as her wake breezes by them, as her entourage passes by, guiding the school as it chases her. Their songs match the one in her chest, guiding high and long and keeping the beat, ensuring they all fall into their positions in this dance.

The moonlight is all around them, dappling and flowing down from the waves above, filtered through the shifting barrier of the surface that forms their great vaulted ceiling. It casts light down onto her back and her exposed scales, shifting down and over her belly as she rolls, catching on every piece of silver jewelry that her chasing partners try to snatch off of her, laughing and playing and alive, heartbeat pushing saltwater and blood and collecting flesh and sea alike. It finds jewels there, pale and shimmering like a coelacanth's belly, like bodies of squid that collected in this shallows earlier this year, doing this same dance, celebrating in their own eternal way.

The biggest of these pieces — of the silver jewelry draped across her body where her pursuers can remove it, trinkets to take home, gifts that must be given first before she can join the fray, jeweled and fanciful — is the headpiece that she wears, set in the center with a miniature of the moon itself, all its surfaces carved and fine. She remembers who took it home last year, and they tail her again now, scales brown and speckled and near white on their belly and face, trying to beat the rest of the group. It's good luck, to manage to catch one of these pieces, to take it home, and more than mere monetary value, it means something, to be given something so willingly by a Crown Princess like her.

Slz'Exkii leads and they follow. She guides them up again, back to where this dance started and she dropped her cloak of the blackened deep to reveal all these shining stars on her body. Some have already reached forward, claws tickling over her scales, arms finding purchase to grab onto her hips. All of these slow her down, prevent her from gathering speed, but not enough to stop her before she's ready, even as she can feel teeth pluck her netted chains off as delicately as a first crush. She crests high, places her head and the dorsal surface of her body over the top of the surface, riding a wave as it carries her up and dips low again, and behind her follow the long shapes of the High Royals, breaking the surface, churning the waves, making the moonlight dance upon the frothing water.

And with it all, the song of the spawning coral guides them all along in time, marching to this beat, happy to be together on this night.

#Glory and Gore || IC #Many fish in the sea || Misc. IC Content #Seek the pearl || (N)SFW #(n)sfw

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royalreef · 9 months

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(( Also, since it's Sunday—

#Most secret royal advisor || OOC #Seek the pearl || (N)SFW #(n)sfw

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royalreef · 2 years

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At the blink of an eye, her serfs have constructed an egregiously large throne, all shiny gold sides and jewels larger than a person’s body. Legitimately, it happened in the blink of an eye. Once there was nothing there, just empty space and grass, covered with fallen leaves the color of sunset, and now there’s a towering seat of decadence sat in its place. There are steps, more like ladder rungs than a proper staircase, all mother of pearl and shimmering in the low light of autumn, made for merfolk hands and feet to grasp. Steps which disappear after Miranda bolts up them, sliding back into the monstrosity of wealth and glamor.

At the top, she settles comfortably into a velvet seat, made to elevate her even further above the heads of everyone below. She sits there, in clear view, outline of her body made all the more stark against the clouds, against the grey-blue sky the same color as a coelacanth’s underbelly. No one else to outshadow her, no way to miss her, no way to not hear her.

It’s the perfect position to make her voice echo. A voice which barely needs it, already naturally made to carry for miles, and a voice that is fully capable of breaking eardrums if she so wanted to. A voice which is being made all the louder and all the worse, by what is fundamentally a modified megaphone that is being held up to her mouth.

There is only a moment of horror and silence before it comes, letting Miranda lift up her hand to her chest in the typical manner, her favored gesture.

And then she speaks, loud enough to rattle the heavens themselves, to crack open the earth, to make birds flee into the skies and the scurrying things into their burrows, and to create soundwaves that turn anatomy into a gross mockery of itself.

@spkyscry @biteyourcrush @chaosmultiverse @foulflames @omnifobia @comfeemoth @fullcfphobias @daeamour

“I WAS THE ONE WHO AARAVI LOST HER VIRGINITY TO! SHE HAS TAKEN THE FULL FISH DICK AND I HAVE FELT HER AROUND ME AND KISSED HER SO SWEETLY IN THE NIGHT! WE HAVE FUCKED IN HER TENT, AND IN HER BED, AND IN MY BED, AND UPON HER COUNTER, AND HER COUCH, AND WITHIN MY RV, AND UPON MY THRONE, AND UPON ALMOST EVERY PIECE OF FURNITURE WE OWN!

IN OUR APARTMENT!! OUR BEDROOM!! IT IS OURS, BECAUSE WITH HER IS WHERE I BELONG AND WHERE I FEEL SAFE AND WHERE I FEEL LOVED!! AARAVI FEELS LIKE HOME TO ME! WHEREVER SHE IS, IS WHERE I BELONG!

WE ARE UL’KIHA! SOULMATES! WE SHARE THE SAME BREATH, THE WATER THAT FLOWS THROUGH MY GILLS ARE THE SAME THAT FLOWS THROUGH HER LUNGS, AND WE ARE MATCHED AS ONE! NOT EVEN MY KINGDOM CAN SEPARATE ME FROM HER! NOTHING CAN!

SHE IS MY WIFE! WE ARE MARRIED!!! I LOVE AARAVI WITH ALL OF MY HEART, AND I DREAM OF MY FUTURE TOGETHER WITH HER, A FUTURE WHICH WE SHALL FORGE TOGETHER! I HAVE PROMISED TO HER THAT I WOULD STAY WITH HER TO THE END, THROUGH THICK AND THROUGH THIN, THROUGH SICKNESS AND THROUGH HEALTH!!

I LOVE THE PRETTIEST, MOST GORGEOUS, MOST TALENTED SLAYER THERE EVER WAS! THE BEST SLAYER THERE EVER WAS! SHE IS CLEVER AND SHE IS SMART AND SHE IS STRONG AND SHE IS CARING AND SHE IS LOYAL AND SHE IS PASSIONATE AND SHE IS DRIVEN AND SHE IS EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER ASPIRED TO BE! I LOVE ALL OF THE SIDES OF HER THAT SHE HAS SHOWN ME, EVERYTHING THAT SHE HAS TRUSTED ME WITH, AND I CAN ONLY WISH THAT I COULD BE A FRACTION OF AS MUCH TO HER AS SHE IS TO ME!

AND YOU ARE ALL MERELY JEALOUS THAT YOU HAVE NEVER EVEN FUCKED HER LIKE A BUOY BEING TOSSED ABOUT IN A HURRICANE AS I HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!! LOSERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

#Glory and Gore || IC #The rumor mill || Dash Commentary #(( I WARNED YOU. I TRIED TO WARN YOU.......#(( hi everyone sorry to ping you you know how it is-#(( miranda is being obnoxious so im being extra obnoxious #(( with wife approval she gets so much worse #(( (and no if you arent pinged dont worry about it you can hop in if you want)#(( (or if i did ping you! you dont have to do shit with this!)#(( (its just the first people i checked who were Involved In Discussions)#long post #Seek the pearl || (N)SFW #(n)sfw #(( ........... god forgive me-#biteyourcrush #Every time I catch a little break I'm dying to escape || Aaravi x Miranda ( biteyourcrush )

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