#fall (the smell of mushroom)

[latetothegames]

#sound #spectrogram #stardew valley #sdv #ost #fall (the smell of the mushroom)

[music-asylum]

October 9, 2023

#fall (the smell of mushroom) #concernedape #stardew valley #october 9 #october 9 2023 #october 2023 #Spotify

[acernusarbor]

TAG DUMP — GENERAL 01

saved // 001. ❝the wind lifted me up into the trees.❞ — saved

answered // 002. ❝i stop to watch the leaves fall.❞ — answered

interactions // 003. ❝i am the gentle autumn rain❞ — interactions

ooc posts // 004. ❝the mushroom is the elf of plants.❞ — ooc

ask memes // 005. ❝the wind smelled of starting again.❞ — ask meme

interaction call // 006. ❝a leaf dancing in an autumn sun.❞ — interaction call

wishlist // 007. ❝leaves fall from the tree without regret.❞ — wishlist

open starters // 008. ❝i can smell autumn dancing in the breeze.❞ — open starter

promo // 009. ❝her early leaf's a flower.❞ — promo

#001. ❝the wind lifted me up into the trees.❞ — saved #002. ❝i stop to watch the leaves fall.❞ — answered #003. ❝i am the gentle autumn rain❞ — interactions #004. ❝the mushroom is the elf of plants.❞ — ooc #005. ❝the wind smelled of starting again.❞ — ask meme #006. ❝a leaf dancing in an autumn sun.❞ — interaction call #007. ❝leaves fall from the tree without regret.❞ — wishlist #008. ❝i can smell autumn dancing in the breeze.❞ — open starter #009. ❝her early leaf's a flower.❞ — promo

[writingwithfolklore]

Describing Foods - A Masterlist

                As a broke university student, I love reading about food. It’s almost like eating a real meal myself <3.

I get a little angry when characters are eating a meal and I barely get to experience it with them. In that, I mean I don’t just want to know what it is, but what it’s like to eat that food—how it tastes, smells, sounds, and feels. Is a perfect croissant still a perfect croissant without the crack of the exterior, the airiness of the pastry inside, the smell of yeast?

                Probably not. When writing about a dish, the smell, texture, technique, taste, and how it looks are all important to painting the experience, so here’s some words to use when describing a meal:

Taste:

Acidic: Sharp tasting. Often used to describe tart or sour foods as well.

Aftertaste: A different taste that remains in the mouth after eating something

Bitter: Tart, sharp, and sometimes harsh flavour.

Bittersweet: Less harsh than bitterness. Tartness + sweetness.

Bland: Has no significant flavor or texture

Briny: Just means salty. Often describes pickled foods.

Citrusy: Bright flavour like… well citrus fruits—oranges, lemons, limes, etc.

Cooling: Mimics that cooling feel—like mint.

Earthy: Reminiscent of soil. Can be used to describe wines, root vegetables, and mushrooms.

Fiery: Another word for spicy.

Fresh: Light and crisp—describes produce or herbs.

Fruity: Sweet and reminiscent of fruit.

Full-bodied: Rich and ‘feels heavy’ in your mouth. Can describe wines or soups.

Herbal: Bright, fresh, sometimes earthy from the presence of herbs

Honeyed: Sweet or candied taste like honey.

Nutty: Taste similar to the flavors of nuts. Often used to describe certain cheeses.

Rich: Full, heavy flavour. Often dishes that contain cream taste rich.

Robust: Rich + Earthy. Used for lots of wines or aged liquor.

Savory: Describes meaty, earthy dishes and soups.

Sharp: Harsh, bitter, or tart taste. Used to describe acidic foods.

Smoky: Reminiscent of the smell of smoke.

Sour: Biting, tangy, tart flavor.

Spicy: Burning taste.

Sweet: Sugary.

Tangy: Tart, biting taste—feels tingly

Tart: Sharp, bitter, or sour flavour. Used to describe acidic foods.

Woody: Earthy, sometimes nutty taste. Describes some coffees or cheeses.

Yeasty: Earthy taste reminiscent of yeast. Describes beer and bread.

Zesty: Fresh, vivid, or invigorating flavour.

Sound/Texture:

Sound has a lot to do with texture, so I've combined them for this section!

Airy: Light, pillowy texture (think inside of croissant)

Brittle: Hard but easy to break

Bubbly: Usually during heating, when bubbles rise to the surface—low sound.

Buttery: Smooth, creamy texture (think certain pasta sauces)

Chewy: Food that needs to be chewed thoroughly. Can be light and bouncy (chewy bread) or heavy (steak) and sticky (candy)

Creamy: A smooth and rich texture, comes from dairy.

Crispy: Light texture with slight crunch.

Crumbly: Food with loose structure that falls apart into crumbs.

Crunchy: Firm, crisp texture with a sharp, loud noise.

Crusty (behave): Food with a hard outer layer and soft interior (many loaves and breads)

Delicate: Light and fine, feels like it can come apart easily.

Doughy: Soft and heavy, usually pale colouring.

Fizzy: Usually liquids—a hissing sound, feels like ‘static’

Flaky: Light, characterized by layers that come apart during eating.

Fluffy: light and airy.

Frothy/Foamy: Airy bubbles, usually in a drink like a latte.

Gamey: Usually refers to meats when they’re very “meaty”

Gooey: Viscous, sometimes sticky texture from moisture in a dense/solid food.

Hearty: Firm, robust texture.

Juicy: Tender and succulent texture from liquid in a solid food (steak)

Molten: Hot, gooey

Oily: Slick, heavy, lingers on the tongue.

Silky: Fine, smooth texture that feels sleek.

Smooth: Texture free of grit, lumps, or edges.

Snap: A quick, sharp, crackling sound when broken.

Squelch: A soft sucking sound when pressure is applied. Somewhat gross.

Sticky: Gluiness in the mouth.

Succulent: Tender and juicy

Tender: Soft and easy to break down

Velvety: Smooth and rich

Smell:

Acrid: Strong, bitter, unpleasant

Comforting: pleasant, probably calls back to a nice memory

Damp: Wet smelling—probably a bit earthy

Delicate: subtle, faint, not overpowering

Earthy: reminiscent of soil

Fetid: Caused by decay—unpleasant

Fishy: reminiscent of fish

Floral/flowery: Reminiscent of flowers

Fragrant: Sweet or pleasing

Fresh: Cool, crisp, refreshing—produce, probably not cooked

Funky: Something’s gone off

Heady: Strong smell, pungent, rich

Musty: Not fresh

Perfumed: Pleasant, reminiscent of something (can be perfumed with citrus, say)

Piquant: stinging, pungent—tickles the nose

Powerful: strong

Rancid: Definitely gone off, decomposing

Ripe: Strong, usually unpleasant smell

Savory: spicy, salty, no elements of sweetness

Sour: has gone off

Spicy: Sharp, tingles the nose

Tangy: Strong and bitter but in a good way

Tart: Sharp

Woody: earthy smell, reminiscent of wood

Sight:

Usually texture gives us a really good picture of what a food looks like, so here’s some non-texture sight additions:

Blistered: Bumpy exterior.

Caramelized: Usually golden brown

Cloudy: Splotched. Almost see through if not for a slight white or grey mist.

Colourful: Bright and vibrant

Glassy: Resembling glass

Glossy: Smooth, shiny

Marbled: Two colours intertwined

Opaque: Not transparent. Can’t see through.

Ripe: Colourful (can be to a fault). Nearing the end of its edible state.

Scaly: Covered in scales, fish.

Shiny: Appears wet or glossy

Sparkling: Glimmers under the light

Stuffed: An ingredient placed inside a larger part with no additional space.

Translucent: Allows light through

Vibrant: Striking, bright

Food Prep:

How the food is prepared gives it these other attributes. If your character is familiar with cooking (or is the cook themselves!) they may describe food this way.

Baked: Cooked in an oven. Results in browned or crispy outer layer.

Blackened: When food is dipped in butter and coated with spices then cooked in a hot pan—spices darken, making it appear ‘blackened’

Blanched: Food scalded in boiling water and moved to cold water so it stops cooking. Texture comes out soft.

Braised: Food that is briefly fried in fat and then stewed in a pot. Results in seared, crispy exterior with a tender interior.

Breaded: Coated with breadcrumbs/batter then baked or fried so it turns crispy

Broiled: Food cooked with intense radiant heat in an oven or on the grill. Results in a darkened appearance and crispy texture.

Caramelized: Food slow-cooked until it’s browned, nutty, and has a bit of sweetness.

Charred: Grilled, roasted, or broiled and gains a blackened exterior and smoky flavor.

Fermented: Food that’s sat with bacteria, yeast, or another microorganism and has produced acids, alcohols, or gases. Results in a biting, pungent flavor. (Kimchi is fermented)

Fried: Food cooked by submerging in hot oil. Creates crispy, crunchy texture and golden colour.

Glazed: Food with a coating brushed onto its surface. Appears glossy with a thin, flavorful, and crisp outer layer.

Infused: Food steeped in liquid with another ingredient so it carries the essence of that ingredient. Used with herbs usually.

Marinated: Usually meat soaked in liquid containing flavourful herbs, spices, vinegar, or oil.

Poached: Food cooked in near boiling water. Results in tender, moist texture.

Roasted: Food cooked with dry heat in an oven or over the fire. Results in browned exterior and crisp coating.

Sautéed: Food cooked quickly in small amount of fat.

Seared: Food cooked in small amount of fat until caramelized. Finished by roasting or grilling. Results in crisp exterior and tender interior.

Smoked: Food exposed to smoke from smoldering wood for a long time. Results in that distinctive smoky flavor.

Whipped: Food beaten to incorporate air. Light and fluffy.

What did I miss?

#writing #creative writing #writers #screenwriting #writing community #writing inspiration #filmmaking #books #film #writing advice #writing about food #food descriptions #descriptive writing #masterlist #Describing foods - a masterlist

[snowyves]

A lot has requested more minotaur husband NSFW, Then minotaur husband is what you get.

This is done with consent.

NSFW: breeding kink, eating pussy from the back (haha)

Well, sorry to say you were never informed that your hunk of a husband had such a thing. Well not until now.

Your gruffy husband whining and breathing heavily on your ear as he leans towards you, his chest pressed snuggly against your back, you can feel the tension and pressure on his chest. Your hand against the counter trying not to fall from your jelly legs and the weight of his chest leaning against you, his bulge heavily sensed unto your brain.

"baby..would you let me?"

He gently asks, however you couldn't even speak anymore. Only a jittery and wavering breath is what you could release, the tremble in your whimper clearly heard.

"hmhm please.."

"I'm starving.." damn right, after interrupting you from cooking, Ofcourse he-

He pulls down your maxi skirt along with your panties, hurriedly burying his nose in your cunt, breathing in and out, he just wants to smell your fertile scent, so fucking breedable huh..he gripped your mushy thighs with such agitation you could feel that it might bruise the next morning. Well that is if you even wake up this morning. Your thoughts were interrupted with vigorous lapping of your big...big...tongued..husband.

"feel me baby yeah? This is what I'm filling tonight okay?" With a desperate voice, you can feel something wet dripping down, tears. He's crying. He has gotten that emotional rush knowing he'll be able to plow this pretty pussy full of his cum. He just continues to lap at you like a starved man hungry to satiate his thirst, making you squirt atleast once or twice.

"Darling..m-m..please I can't take anymore" you plead. You don't even have the strength to hold yourself up anymore, if it wasn't for his hands supporting your thighs, but with him burying his face behind your cunt like that, a woman could only take much.

Your wish is his command tho. Lifting you up unto the counter, he makes you face him, in this missionary position, he mentions how perfect you'll fit him now. Countless nights of stretching you out, you'll be his perfect little breeding cow.

"then let's start now baby hmm?"

"wai-"

Carefully lining up his mushroom gigantic of a head into your slit, he slowly pushed into it, the stretch was so shocking but so satisfying your mouth made an O shape. Your gaping caused you to get teary, and this worried him. Kissing your eyelids, the sides of your eyes and kissing those tears away.

"don't worry baby I'll do good for you I promise.." and with that he was completely plunged into you without you even realizing, trying to adjust your hips, you immediately halt your movements, because you feel your husband's dick actually just move along inside you, causing you to get stretched out even more. Letting out a hoarse moan, you try your best to reach unto his chest, just to grab unto something, and so he leans forward, putting your hands on his back, telling you, you could scratch as hard as you can. And that you did.

This minotaur husband of yours started off to slowly thrust in and out, quietly and breathlessly whimpering out the words in and out like they were his instructions. Until he thursted out too far and completely pulled out, immediately missing the grip of your cunt, he hurriedly ruffled to get it back in, and as he was sliding it in, whispering a bunch of "thank you's" like he's praising your pussy.

"please please baby look at me while I plow this cu..cunt full baby"

You could feel your nails digging into the meats of his back, you felt horrible knowing it was hurting him, But the pain just turned your minotaur husband starved for your touch even more. Those heavy and labored breathes combined with the smell of sex and sweat, his thrusts were getting so sloppy, rushed and clingy. He holds unto your back, hugging you unto him locking you in his grip as he gives it his all,

"oh- oh god sweetheart please take it all..all..t-take it all like-so.."

The pulsing of his cock so felt into you, spurts of thick cum releasing unto your cunt, it's so warm, shivering and absolutely trembling in his arms, he kisses your face in many parts, praising you telling you how good you did for him. You peck him on the cheek, and close your eyes trying to regain your strength back.

You feel him lift you up and craddle you still in that hugging position with your legs on the sides of his waist, he walks and puts you on the bed laying down with you..

You know he wants more, but he feels you cannot take anymore, and you just release a little smile because of that. You have yourself the greatest minotaur husband of all, peering your eyes open, to get a glimpse of this amazing man, you see him grinning at you..

"don't let it spill darling"

He didn't pull out yet.

#size difference #male monster #monster bf #monster fucker #size k!nk #female reader #monster smut #submisive and breedable #minotaur #minotaur smut #t4t breeding #eating pizza

[feyascorner]

blurry eyes

summary. Orin takes Astarion as a hostage and you nearly lose your mind trying to get him back. Even when you do, things aren't the way they used to be.

warnings. angst/comfort

pairing. Astarion x GN!Reader

a/n. fluffier break from TFBU bec it's draining the soul out of me🧍‍♀️ this is kinda messy but for me orin always kidnaps lae’zel and Im glad it’s never astarion but what if;;;

You're not yourself. Everyone knows it. Not since Orin showed up at camp wearing Astarion's face, his own blood smeared on the poor imitation of the cheeks you love so deeply. She taunted you, smiling wickedly in a way that made your stomach churn before you lunged at her with a blade, only for her to vanish into a mist of red.

You usually prefer to use your silver tongue to get out of a dangerous situation. But now, all you want to see is her blood sprayed across a wall.

There are bags under your eyes, going days without sleep. You hadn't realized how accustomed you'd become to his arms cradling you in the dead of night, his cold hands wrapped around your shoulders and your cheek pressed against the crook of his neck. You hadn't realized how attached you'd gotten to him.

The fight is quick. Despite your companion's warnings to get some rest, you charged into Bhaal's temple the moment you had access to it, and rightfully so, because she didn't stand a chance against your wrath.

And now, even with him at your fingertips, laying so peacefully on a stone slab with his eyes shut, all you can feel is the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You gently touch his cheek, and you find that it's cold, as it's always been. There's a slice of a knife, surely to leave a scar if it's not treated well. You smile a bit, the first time in days, thinking of how he'd complain about the blemish a few weeks from now.

He finally stirs, and when his eyes peel open to your face, his face falls.

"Gods above," he whispers. "Stop with the damn tricks, Orin. I'm no fool."

Your heart breaks. And while all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and wipe away his frown, the adrenaline holding you together is long gone. You're exhausted, you realize, only managing to grab the edge of the stone slab before you crumple onto your knees, vision going blurry.

Ah, maybe you should have rested.

No, not when he'd been here to suffer alone, forced to face Orin's blood-thirst. Not when you'd smelled his blood on her blade.

You want to comfort him, but nothing comes through your throat.

The two of you don't speak much. He doesn't speak much to anyone, for that matter, for a few days. You can sense the uneasiness of your other companions, who don't dare ask what Orin did to him while you'd nearly lost yourself trying to get to him. You don't approach him, fearing he might recoil away.

The only thing you can do is watch over him while he writhes in his bed, drenched with sweat and nightmares you cannot take away. You're not even sure if they're about Cazador or Orin anymore, but you can't bring yourself to touch him or the healing scar on his cheek in hopes of soothing him.

It's only two weeks later when most of your companions have gone out, and it's just the two of you on opposite sides of the room. You rub at your blade with a cloth, numbly focused on sharpening it for a bigger foe while he's still reading his book in a silence that should feel comfortable but only makes your mouth dry.

"Hells, I can't do this anymore."

You blink as he strides across the room, and he's suddenly sitting next to you while you continue staring at him like he grew a mushroom from his head. "Do what?"

"We must talk about---well, you know, darling."

Even in this brittle stage of your relationship, the way he says your nickname is loving. It makes your heart squeeze.

You place the blade on the ground. "Okay. We can talk."

There's a silence that hangs in the air before he sighs. "Torture is not a foreign concept to me, my dear. If my years under Cazador's palace did anything for me, it's made my pain tolerance impossibly high."

You frown. This does not make you feel better.

He eyes you from the side, leaning back on both his hands. "What I'm trying to say is, you don't have to worry so much about me. Even if I were to perish, I'm sure there are other vampires willing to help you with your cause to defeat the Elder Brain, though they'd be considerably less charming."

You're immediately on your feet. "Of course, I was worried about you! And I don't care if you've gone through hell and back, pain is still pain, and I don't want to see or think about you even stepping foot into something like that, much less the temple of the Lord of Murder!"

He stands after you. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Other vampires?" you say in disbelief. "Well, I don't want other vampires, I want the one that I can't even sleep without."

Your eyes are glossy now, and you hate yourself for it. You should be consoling him, not becoming emotional over the torture that he experienced. But the words come out like vomit, and you can't stop yourself.

"Love, please don’t ruin your pretty face with tears,” he tries, hands awkwardly hanging in the air as he struggles to find what to do.

“Don't act like getting kidnapped isn't a big deal," you swipe at your eyes. "You won't even talk to us."

He blinks. "Me? Avoid speaking with you?"

"Yes!"

"Well, forgive me for giving you space. You looked positively demented after you were done stabbing that vile woman to the death, I assumed you needed time to recover before I could approach you."

"What? I was giving you space."

"I assure you it was the other way around.”

“You were avoiding me!”

“Because you were avoiding me!”

You're both just staring at each other now, at a loss of words for what turned out to be a miscommunication that should have been resolved days ago. The silence hangs thickly in the air, and a rush of emotions runs between you two, expressions shifting every few moments before they simultaneously become one.

He purses his lips to refrain from smiling. You stifle a laugh.

Then you're both laughing and while the topic of discussion does not warrant as such, you can't help yourself when days of ignoring one another have come down to such a minor bump between you. When both of you calm, you sigh again, this time in utter relief. "This was anticlimactic."

"It was," he confirms. "But this one time, I don't mind."

Wordlessly, you wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest while he returns the gesture by holding you tighter. You stand there a bit, quietly, until he clears his throat.

"For the record, I don't want you to go around searching for other vampires."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

You decide he can tell you more about what happened when the time comes, but now, you're more than happy the way you are.

#astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 x reader #fluff #angst with a happy ending #bg3 tav #bg3

[ragingbookdragon]

Simon’s about ten feet from his front door when he decides he doesn’t want to walk anymore. He’s half tempted to lay down on the floor, call his girlfriend, and see if she can’t pull him into their flat. He decides to walk the rest of the way and leans against the door, face first into the cool metal as he fumbles the keys into the lock, not bothering to look for the keyhole. It takes all of five minutes before he manages to get the key in and unlock the door. And when he does, he slips inside, closes the door behind him, drops his bags in the hallway, yanks off his mask, and drops to his knees to lay on the ground. He lets out a long groan as the muscles in his back and limbs relax, all the tension from the missions in the past months fades.

Footsteps sound through the flat, the echo of his love’s voice calling for him through the rooms and into the hall. He doesn’t look up, only opens his eyes to see her face in front of his; she’s wearing one of her face masks, the gooey gold eye masks, and a cherry red lip mask beneath. It makes him want to laugh and he snorts, low in his chest as her nose scrunches up.

“Don’t laugh at me,” she chastises. “I’m doing all this so I could look pretty for you when you got home.”

Simon reaches out and touches her head, fingers brushing gently in her hair; she smells so comforting, like vanilla and orange blossoms, like her shampoo, like home. He’s suddenly falling in love with her all over again as he murmurs, “You look beautiful to me all the time, love.”

Her eyes light up and it makes his heart swell, peace washing over him. “I made chicken and rice. It’s in the oven.”

“With the cream of mushroom?”

“With the cream of mushroom,” she smiles. “And I added an extra can of cream of chicken so it’d be really good for you. And I deep-cleaned the apartment. So it’s clean for you. I also bought you a new leather jacket and boots, so we gotta hit a pub sometime soon so I can show you off to all my ladies.”

He melts further onto the floor, wondering how a man like him has been given a woman like her; she is his salvation amongst all his damnation. “I love you,” he says, quietly, wholeheartedly, and Simon Riley has never felt more human than ever in his life. When he’s here, he forgets about Ghost, forgets about everything that’s brought his life to its knees. He’s Simon, he’s whole, he is loved here.

Her hand moves to brush along his cheek, his nose, his brows, and she smiles at him. “I love you, Simon.”

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[rednotebooksworld]

A Fae MonsterFucker Mini-Fic, as a little treat~

Androgynous “pretty Boi” Fae Monster looking for a suitable Mate.. and one Human girl looking to snag herself a Fae husband because she grew up with the old tales of women being whisked away by the terrifying but gorgeous “neighbors” of the old wood~ who were supposedly never seen again, unless someone caught a glimpse of her fully pregnant when walking with her Fae lover..

She’s not to fond of the nosy towns people that live down the hill, her Aunt’s a known Fae fucker too, so can you really blame her for not seeing a down side to this?

The Human girl who lives with her kind but sassy “mouth of a sailor” Auntie, spending most her days in the garden (in perfect view of the forest) while singing songs of Fae Lovers and twirling in her short dresses as she waters her favorite flowers.. knowing the Fae love to dance and spin in circles~

Her aunt smirking at her niece playing up the innocent role, knowing her little plot is working as she notices the circle of mushrooms growing under her niece’s bedroom window.. a Fae Lover has chosen her already.

The brooding Fae who watches the human girl with longing possessive eyes, waiting for the chance to show himself, to trick her into being his and his only.. All he needs is her to willingly give her Name to him, and make a deal~

The Fae seizing his opportunity when he sees her in the woods alone for the first time, a sad look on her pretty face..

He relishes the look of awe in her eyes at his appearance.. a long slender framed body with pale green skin, sharp black nails on his fingers, sharp teeth in his charming smile, long ears, large glowing golden eyes and dark green hair flowing around him in waves as leafs and flowers adorned his locks like gems, dear-like antlers glittering like opal moonstones resting above his brow like a crown, and flowing robes of thin green silk that fell off one shoulder and left little to the imagination.. a splendid sight to be see for sure~

“Sweet, lovely thing~ why the tears? Tell me what ails you.. and I shall make all pleasant as warm honey with your heart~ for a price~”

gently he held her chin up with a single finger, grin turning wide as a Cheshire as she grasped his larger hand softly in her own with pleading doe eyes and rosy cheeks~

“M-My aunt.. she’s sick.. she’s all the family I have.. I.. I don’t know what to do.”

He knelt down as his figure cast a tall shadow over her, as he realized she wore only her lace nightgown, My how perfect she looks gazing up at him so intently like that..

“Give me your Name, my dearest, and swear to me and me alone your first night.. and your first born~ I shall see to it your Aunt recovers and lives all her days healthy and strong… perhaps a long life as well~”

He could feel how she trembled at his words.. but he had yet to see any fear in her as her gaze turned heavy, giving up Her Name to him without hesitation..

“I swear it~ you may take my heart if it pleases you, my lord~”

He growled as she spoke those delicious words to him.. how sweet.. how delicious…. How curious was she~ a fine Mate for him indeed~

He slowly laid her down on her back as he hovered over her, his long luscious hair falling around them as he kissed her tenderly with honeyed passion, her precious moans tingling his ears as he raised a slender hand up her legs, lifting her dress skirt, only to rip her underwear clean off!

He could smell her arousal burning his nose, how sweet and inviting a scent as he bit her lips and grasped her breast as he shoved two fingers in her wet pussy and started stretching her wide with his fingers.. using his fingers to fuck her with skilled precision, only pulling his lips away from their kiss as she cummed on his hand.. her red lips gasping for breath~

“Tell me, my delicious little human~ what sickness has wrought your dear Aunt, that you would have me RAVAGE you~ make you MINE and Ruin you to any other pathetic male that would dare look at you~”

He quickly shoved his thick cock into her tight and dripping pussy right as she opened her mouth.. a guttural shriek the only thing she could muster as he slammed into her three times, filling her till they were hip to hip.. though he refused to move again till she gave him an answer~

She hastily wrapped her arms around his neck, roughly kissing him with pure hunger as she then gripped his horns and intwined her legs with his.. he froze at the look of predatory lust in her eyes.. My what a new and interesting development this turned out to be~

She weekly fained an innocent look, though she no longer bothered to make it convincing..

“Oh~ terrible allergies I’m afraid~ I feared she might never breathe properly again..”

His Golden eyes turned black as his Cheshire grin returned with glee at hearing this.. she..

SHE.. TRICKED.. HIM??

Ooooh ho ho ho ho~ A Mate this clever and patient was truly worth the wait~ he’ll be sure to reward her for that one~

He began pounding her at full force, her head rolling from side to side against the grass below as her grip tightened on his horns~ shoving his face into her neck he started to fill her with his seed~ Breeding her for as long as he desired.. after all.. thay made a deal. He will have her first Born~ and every single child he fucks into her pretty womb after that~

“Clever little Mate~ you wanted to be Bred like this? Didn’t you.. to be made a Fae’s Bride? Answer me! MY MATE! Or else I won’t fuck my brood in you~”

“Y-YES!! YES!!! Oh Yes!! I-I want this!! Please~ Breed me! MY LOVE!! P-PLEASE!!!!”

He purred at her, declaring her Love to him, to a Fae~ before he even finished Mating her~

He decides to do what not many of his kind do anymore.. Truly claims a Human as his one and only Mate~ instead of just Fucking her once.. he’s Fully going to be Breeding her to completion~

His Mate.. His Bride.. His Breeding Mother.. HIS… she’s HIS!!!

By the time she walks out that forest~ her legs tremble with every step, her dress dirty, stained with grass and the smell of sex, though it takes some time to realize she DID NOT in fact spend just a single night with her Fae Lover.. in fact he was Breeding her for a full week straight, and not long after till she starts to notice a new point at the tips of her ears..

She turns around, Smiling lovingly out at the edge of the forest as she rubs her barely round belly.. the Golden eyes of her Love grinning back at her~

Her Aunt soon emerging from their home to congratulate her, as she herself just returned from spending a few nights with her own husband…. The very kelpie that lives in the lake just behind their little cottage…

“… So.. your uncle wants to know if you invited your new Husband over for dinner? Or is he just going to keep fucking you in the woods??”

The girl turned to smile mischievously at her Aunt, unfazed by her later question..

“Yes! I did, He’s coming by a little later, he wanted to grab a few flowers for the baby first.. and also yes he will~ he’s a truly remarkably skilled Lover~ among other things~”

Her Aunt started cackling as she lead her niece inside for a nice warm bath, and then some tea and fruits for the growing babe.

“Oooh~ got a feisty one did you? Good girl! Perhaps that taste runs in the family after all!”

Sheeeesh! This is so good 😭

Hot too 😏

Claps for you 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

#monster x reader #monster x human #monster fucker #monster smut #monster fucking #fae #fae husband #fae x human #fae x reader #monster lover

[soracities]

"Persephone Writes a Letter to Her Mother", by A.E. Stallings

First – hell is not so far underground – My hair gets tangled in the roots of trees & I can just make out the crunch of footsteps, The pop of acorns falling, or the chime Of a shovel squaring a fresh grave or turning Up the tulip bulbs for separation. Day & night, creatures with no legs Or too many, journey to hell and back. Alas, the burrowing animals have dim eyesight. They are useless for news of the upper world. They say the light is “loud” (their figures of speech All come from sound; their hearing is acute).

The dead are just as dull as you would imagine. They evolve like the burrowing animals – losing their sight. They may roam abroad sometimes – but just at night – They can only tell me if there was a moon. Again and again, moth-like, they are duped By any beckoning flame – lamps and candles. They come back startled & singed, sucking their fingers, Happy the dirt is cool and dense and blind. They are silly & grateful and don’t remember anything. I have tried to tell them stories, but they cannot attend. They pester you like children for the wrong details – How long were his fingernails? Did she wear shoes? How much did they eat for breakfast? What is snow? And then they pay no attention to the answers.

My husband, bored with their babbling, neither listens nor speaks. But here there is no fodder for small talk. The weather is always the same. Nothing happens. (Though at times I feel the trees, rocking in place Like grief, clenching the dirt with torturous toes.) There is nothing to eat here but raw beets & turnips. There is nothing to drink but mud-filtered rain. Of course, no one goes hungry or toils, however many – (The dead breed like the bulbs of daffodils – Without sex or seed – all underground – Yet no race has such increase. Worse than insects!)

I miss you and think about you often. Please send flowers. I am forgetting them. If I yank them down by the roots, they lose their petals And smell of compost. Though I try to describe Their color and fragrance, no one here believes me. They think they are the same thing as mushrooms. Yet no dog is so loyal as the dead, Who have no wives or children and no lives, No motives, secret or bare, to disobey. Plus, my husband is a kind, kind master; He asks nothing of us, nothing at all – Thus fall changes to winter, winter to fall, While we learn idleness, a difficult lesson.

He does not fully understand why I write letters. He says that you will never get them. True – Mulched-leaf paper sticks together, then rots; No ink but blood, and it turns brown like the leaves. He found my stash of letters, for I had hid it, Thinking he’d be angry. But he never angers. He took my hands in his hands, my shredded fingers Which I have sliced for ink, thin paper cuts. My effort is futile, he says, and doesn’t forbid it.

#q #lit #quotes #poems #literature #persephone writes a letter to her mother #a.e. stallings #m #x

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Read your post about something other than angst for Simon so I have a thought that needs to get out. Morning routine with Simon. Obviously, the man is military and has a strict routine but that all goes to shit with you. Sleeping in, lazy lunch, all that cute couples shit but with Simon.

hello! tyvm for sending this idea! cute and silly couple’s domestic fluff is sweeettt!! I hope you will enjoy this :D 💖

A Day of A Cute (and Silly) Couple - Simon Riley*Reader

[6:00]

Simon doesn’t need an alarm, he automatically wakes up at 6 am.

Jogging is an important part of his morning routine when he’s on leave, a nice way to maintain his stamina, and to keep him from getting too loose.

“Where you... going...”

Oh, he forgets he has an unavoidable barrier, between him and his morning jog.

Simon looks down at you, clenching at the hem of his shirt. Your eyes aren’t even open, you just catch him in instinct and now refusing to let go.

“Go for a jog, you know it, love.” The calmness of morning makes him explain in a soft tone unconsciously.

“Stay... please...”

“You can hug your blåhaj first, I will be back soon, yeah?”

“You feel better than blåhaj...”

“...”

It’s too cruel for him to just leave you here, not when you choose him over that bloody shark you always squeeze against your body.

Simon secures the curtain so the room won’t be too bright after the sun fully rises, and lies back on the bed.

Your limbs immediately twine around him when you sense his figure is nearby, and scoots closer to him.

Jogging is important to keep him from getting loose... it’s a must for him to be strict with his morning routine...

The voices in his mind are gradually replaced by the little snores of yours as he drifts back to sleep.

[12:00]

“Can we eat fries for lunch?”

you yell at Simon who’s preparing lunch in the kitchen.

“No”

“WHYYYY!”

“UNHEALTHY!” He shouts back so his voice won’t get covered by the noise of the range hood.

okay then... you feel a bit disappointed, but you can’t come up with a convincing reason, so you just back to sweeping the floor.

just as you’re cleaning the last few spots, a scrumptious smell catches your attention, it’s not those chicken breast or salad or scrambled eggs that Simon deems healthier.

“Do you make fries?!” You knock open the kitchen door with excitement.

What you see is Simon sprinkling some salt and pepper on a bowl of fries, and he turns to you when you rush in like an energetic child.

“A few fries are tolerable” He shows you the bowl, and you can’t wait to reach out and take a bite on the crunchy and golden fries.

“Thank you, baby.” You press an open mouth kiss on your lover’s cheek.

“Don’t kiss me with your greasy mouth...”He growls, but you’re already leaving the kitchen, lilting an off-key song with the bowl of fries in your arms.

Simon just shakes his head and starts cleaning the countertop. If some fries can make you this happy, then fuck those healthy diets.

[18:00]

You two sitting face to face on the couch, the air is full of tension when you speak first.

“Mushroom”

“Mango”

“Oreo”

“Orange”

“Egg”

“g...”

“It’s over 2 seconds! Go take out the garbage, silly!”

“Fucking hell...”

Snickering at Simon’s loss, as he grumbles and on his way to grab the garbage, you add another star under your name to ‘the winner of the week’ sticky note that’s pasting on the fridge.

[23:00]

“Time to sleep.”

“but I want to watch this movie.”

“You can watch it tomorrow.”

“pleassee I want to watch it nowww Simonnn”

“...Fine.”

(00:00)

Simon looking at you sleeping like a log, whole body leaning on him and tangling him like an octopus, totally ignoring the wretched screaming from the movie, sighs and turns off the TV.

He leaves a night lamp for you, in case you need to get up for water during the night, and adjusts you two into a more comfortable posture.

He hears you mumbling something like donuts or maybe your favorite character, and chuckles quietly at how silly you are.

He already knew you would fall asleep during the movie, so that’s why he gave in, and time proves that his prediction’s correct since he’s looking at your serene face now.

“Goodnight.” Satisfied with you resting safe and sound in his arms, Simon plants a kiss on the top of your head and closes his eyes, hoping for a sweet dream that has you in it.

a/n: blåhaj sorry I love u I don't mean to harm u

#cod imagine #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #simon riley imagine #cod x you #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley fluff

[badbtssmut]

After Namjoon’s special tutorial, the guys have a go at fucking you.

Jungkook | Taehyung | Jimin

Contains: Freeuse, y/n gets fucked in front of her boyfriend Namjoon, missionary, pussy praise, rough

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“You are really wet, y/n.” Jungkook said in awe as he stroked the tip up and down your soaking folds, his eyes fixated on the way your essence clung to the mushroom tip. The smell of your arousal filled the room, mingling with the musky scent of his.

“She was really excited to see you, Jungkook. She couldn’t stop talking about you, isn’t that right, babe?” Namjoon cooed, looking up from his book. Your boyfriend was monitoring the two of you, making sure that you were always having fun and that none of his friends went too far, and to guide the guys incase they had any questions.

“Yes.” You answered truthfully. You couldn’t stop fantasizing about the three guys, and now that this day was here, you couldn’t believe it. You could feel your heartbeat between your legs as the young man slowly slid the tip of his cock between your folds. The sensation made you whimper. It was both nerve wracking and exciting to have another cock besides your boyfriend’s inside of you.

Jungkook slowly pushed his cock in deeper, slowly taking it inch by inch, filling you up so completely. You bit down on your bottom lip, feeling his length slide against your walls as he buried himself deep within you.

“Ah shit!” Jungkook cussed, pausing as he furrowed his eyebrows together, his eyes shut. “Fuck, fuck, hyung, is she supposed to be this tight? Fuck! Oh shit, is she really gripping me like this or am I just imagining things because it’s the first time I’m doing this shit?“

Namjoon chuckled, his voice deep. He was obviously amused. “I think it’s a little bit of both, but yes, she really is this tight. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook nodded. He didn’t say anything, he was still trying to adjust.

Jungkook slowly started to thrust in and out of you, his hips moving at a slow and steady pace, his face scrunched up.

“She feels incredible, she feels even better than I thought she would…ah shit! I want to fuck her hard, hyung, can I do that? Can I fuck her really hard like she does with you, hyung? Please?”

The desperation and eagerness in his voice was evident, and it was clear that he was holding back.

You felt a wave of arousal hit you at his words. This was all so surreal, but you weren’t complaining.

“Do you want Jungkook to fuck you harder, y/n?” Namjoon asked.

You nodded.

“Then you have my permission. Fuck her hard, Kookie. Give her a good fucking. Make her cry out.” A devilish grin appeared on his face, his dimples making an appearance. He looked so sexy.

Jungkook looked down at you, his eyes gazing over your lips, at which you pulled him closer and pressed your lips against his, kissing him softly.

His thrusts became faster and harder, his hips meeting yours in a loud slapping sound that filled the room. The sound of his skin hitting yours echoed along with his deep groans.

You moaned against his lips, breaking the kiss, as he thrust in and out of you.

“Jungkook!” You cried out. His name falling from your lips.

“You like that? Do you like me fucking you like this? Do you like how my cock fills you up?”

You were surprised at his words. He sounded different, a side of him you never got to see. He was always the quiet one around you, but this side of him, his dirty talk, the way he fucked you, you were enjoying it a lot.

“Yes, just like that, keep doing that.” You whispered, and he leaned in for another kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing down on him everytime he thrust forward, and your hand tangled in his hair, tugging on it.

Jungkook moaned against your lips, and you felt him shudder as he fucked you harder, his hips moving faster and his thrusts more erratic.

“Pussy so good, so warm, so wet, feels amazing, it’s like you’re giving my cock a massage, so fucking good.”

The way he was praising your pussy and the way he was fucking you, his hips slamming into yours, his cock filling you up, hitting all the right spots, you could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm.

He kept whispering dirty things to you, things that drove you wild.

The both of you didn’t talk, instead letting the moans and groans that escaped your mouths speak for themselves. The room filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, creaking, slapping skin, and moans.

Both of your eyes were closed, getting lost in the dirty pleasure, thoughts only on each other’s genitalia, Jungkook thinking about how good it felt to have your warm soft pussy clenching around his cock and you thinking about how good his cock felt stretching your pussy.

As he pounded into you, the bed moved and rocked beneath the two of you. Your hands gripped onto the bed sheets, trying to keep your body in place as his hips thrusted forward, his cock slamming into your wet pussy, his balls hitting your ass with each movement.

Jungkook’s pace slowed down, pausing as he panted, his chest heaving up and down, his breathing uneven, and sweat dripping from his forehead.

Your eyes were half-lidded, your chest also rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

Jungkook grabbed a pillow, placing it under your ass and lifting your hips, before he started to pound into you again.

“O-oh!” You shivered, feeling his cock hit a whole new spot, a deeper angle.

He kept going, his hips moving in a rhythmic motion, his thrusts hard and fast, his hands gripping onto your ass tightly, his nails digging into your flesh.

His eyes were glazed over, his jaw clenched, his hair sticking to his forehead and his muscles tensed.

He looked so sexy.

It turned you on, seeing him look like this, a completely different side to him. You glanced over to your boyfriend who was looking at you with a smirk, his cock pressing against his pants as he watched you have fun.

You moaned, your back arching and your toes curling, as he continued to fuck you, the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach.

It took a few more minutes of silently fucking, until Jungkook spoke up first to break the silence.

“I’m going to cum, pussy is too good, can’t hold it any longer…” He growled, his eyes darkening.

Before you could say anything, you felt his cock throbbing inside of you, before he let out a long drawn out moan.

You could feel him twitch inside of you, before a rush of warmth filled your womb. His cock pulsating inside of you as his warm seed filled you up.

He groaned, his eyes rolling back, and his mouth opened, as he let out a string of curses, his body trembling.

Your walls clenched around his cock, milking him, and making him squirt out more of his semen inside of you.

As he came, his hips continued to jerk, his body shaking and his arms quivering.

Once his orgasm passed, he pulled out, panting heavily. His body was glistening with sweat and his face flushed, his chest rising and falling.

After that, Jungkook stayed for a few more minutes before you and Namjoon bid him farewell.

Your boyfriend wrapped his arms around you and kissed you against the neck.

“You didn’t get to cum, y/n. Do you want me to help you out with that?” He asked.

You giggled.

“Yes please, and maybe after, we can take a shower together? I’m all sweaty and sticky.“

"I’d love to.”

#bts smut #bts requests #bts x reader #bts smut requests #bts fanfic #taehyung smut #bts smut fanfic #jungkook smut #jimin smut #bts x female reader #bts x fem!reader

[frogchiro]

Coyote!Graves breaking in and scenting all of farmer girls clothes while she’s out working in the fields and he’s all hot and bothered just by her smell 🙏🙏

Imagine the poor girl just going out to gather some herbs and mushrooms and this little shit breaks in😭 But you can't blame him! It's your fault actually!! If you didn't want him to enter then you shouldn't have left you window cracked open obviously >:(

And not that Graves is inside your home he almost gets an instant hard on just from your smell being everywhere. Everything inside is just so...nice and clean and good smelling, like flowers mixed with spices and herbs and your natural scent. It makes his mouth water so the next obvious step is to make a beeline upstairs to your bedroom where your scent is most potent!! And he truly hits the jackpot with it😭

And he's so pervy and horny and desperate too :(( will literally roll around on the covers on your bed just so he can get his musky scent all over them, he needs to mark territory after all. Then it's your pillows and all the numerous comforters and blankets, all need to be drowning in his scent but suddenly upon opening one drawer Philip literally feels like he found gold. Your panty drawer.

He felt like his tail was going to fall off by how fast it was wagging😭 not to mention his leaky cock jumping and twitching at the intense scent and he just,,,dives right it. He's disgusting with the way he's nosing through your panties and before long he snags one pair (or two) with his teeth before making for a swift exit, all proud with his successful hunting😭

When you return you will be none the wiser, only cursing that you forgot to close the window and when entering your bedroom you can only make out a faint smell, like musk and pinetrees bht you brush it off, probably just the smell of woods.

Meanwhike our favorite coyote is back in his den deep in the forest, all comfy and giddy and happy, yowling out in pleasure as he humps the stolen pair of panties like the menace he is, almost yelling with pleasure as he finally cums in thick shots of his fertile seed, even pops his knot and he has to squeeze himself to calm down :((

It's all nice and good until he comes down from his high and sees that now your panties are ruined and he wants more >:( He needs to knot your pussy, feel his tip against your cervix and breed you full of his kits :((

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #hybrid au #cod mw x reader #cod x reader #philip graves x reader #graves x reader

[izzuku]

DON'T BE FOOLED BY THE SILHOUETTE ── ʚ

summary- tighnari tries to fight his own rut for your own sake but fails miserably the moment you two are alone after dealing with some hydro fungi

characters- tighnari x gn reader

c/w- tighnari in heat, creampie, nsfw, overstimulation, oral sex, mating press position, semi-public sex(? (overall just nsfw) not proofread!

The work was done for the night. You checked every plant, every mushroom, every tree and part of the forest along Tignari throughout the day and when the moment of going back home came, problems appeared. It wasn't anything that you two couldn't handle, it's just that you were too tired and falling asleep on your comfy bed was the only thing pushing you to end the day. Apparently on your way home, while chatting with a really... awkward Tignari you encountered a group of hydro fungi next to the bridge that would lead you back safely.

You had also noticed that today, of all days, Tignari was more reserved and distant. You asked him a couple of times if he was alright of if he needed to chat but he bat it away with a "just some notes about the flora that I need to memorize, nothing to worry about" even though you could clearly see him wagging his tail every time you directed your voice to him. A slight tint of blush on his features, deep inhales when your body got closer to him and a look on his eyes that you would categorize as "predatory" made you think otherwise. And then, the hydro fungi accident occurred. As said, it wasn't hard to get rid of them, you were experienced with monsters of this type and the forest ranger was also used to encounter tons of different creatures like this. But what really pissed you off was when one of those bitches hit you with its bubble spit, soaking your clothes and leaving you wet before turning into ash.

“Ah, fucking great. Now I gotta go home soaking wet” you cursed under your breath so the botanist would not lecture you about language. But for your surprise, he wasn't even paying attention. He was so caught up in your silhouette, your curves and the clothes hugging your figure that he didn't noticed. His tail started moving sideways and he brought his own hand to his face.

"I cannot control myself anymore. I'm going to break if I don't do this". He thought, closing the space in between the both of you, gloved hands grabbing you by your waist and head falling on your neck, filling his lungs with your scent.

"Tig...nari? What are you-"

"I'm... In heat. I'm awfully ashamed to say it out loud but you're driving me crazy and I cannot wait any longer". His lips grace your skin, leaving short licks before sucking at it, creating red marks and bites that screamed 'mine' in his head. You were his. You were going to be his until he was done with you. Not that you cared about spending everyday with him.

Laying you down on a big leaf he started roaming your body, panting and muttering how good you smelled, your wet clothes now on the ground while he grinded his clothed erection against your sex, earning a surprised gasp from you along with a tug on his head.

If it was embarrassing to be doing that kind of stuff in the middle of the forest, why was it so amazing? The way your moans only fuelled him to go deeper into you, his fast pace breaking your mind and the multiple rounds leaving you with a sore throat. His cum would not stop dropping from your hole, he needed to breed you good, he couldn't be satisfied until he emptied himself in you. Not only that, your legs were pressed against yourself, gifting him with a stunning view of you. All fucked, cum dripping down your thighs and a sweet little voice asking for more.

“That's my love...I'll give you more and then we can go back home” he ushers you softly, pulling his cock back in again, making your head spin around like a love sick. And, as the gentleman he is, he'd clean everything up after. There's nothing more satisfying than licking all of your and his cum from you. Your already overestimulated sex can barely handle his tongue. But he's just helping, really! but he's also a tease. His eyes search your gaze when his tongue penetrates you for a moment, looking for another flinch or another tired moan. If he can't get a reaction from you he'll do it again, maybe even until you cum again for the nth time.

“You looked so good with my seed in you that I couldn't resist tasting you...”

#gn reader #izzuku #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact tighnari #tighnari x gn reader #tighnari smut

[rosyjn]

Dilf!Jake catching you in your first heat MDNI

You nock the arrow, keeping the bow string stretched as you aim for a nearby bird. It is a colorful animal, resting on a branch. Your chest, adorned with flowers that barely cover your plump breasts, rises and falls with your breath.

You have been trying to ignore it. The tsahik told you this would come soon. The onset of your heat, you’ve been noticing since this morning. When you woke up, there was this strange hot feeling and an eager wetness between your legs. You should not have ignored it.

All you want to do is focus on hunting. This isn’t fair. Your head floods with bothersome thoughts. You release the arrow from the bow, the tense string making a snapping noise. Your sharp weapon flies through the air, striking the bird and knocking it off of its perch.

A relieved exhale leaves your mouth. You lower your bow. A prayer leaves your lips. May Eywa bless this soul.

You also need help from Eywa. Your legs are starting to tremble. Your clit is starting to throb. Your body is showing an unfamiliar neediness. You sigh, removing your hunting gear from your body and setting it aside. The weight feels good when it is off of your back.

Your ears perk to the sound of feet rustling through the forest. You quickly spin around, your eyes widening.

“Jeez, don’t worry doll. It’s just me.” It is the Olo’eyktan. Jake Sully. Your gut fills with butterflies. Your brain is telling you, that maybe you should ask him to give you a ride home on his direhorse. But no, there’s something else that your cunt wants.

“Oh, ma’Olo’eyktan..” you greet him, lowering your head and making an I see you gesture. “Can I ask for your help with something?”

He knows. He knows already. He could almost smell it. You sweet, innocent thing. You need to be guided to Mo’at, maybe a boyfriend. But, he think he’s so lucky he caught you first. He gets the privilege, now- of showing you how it’s done. He gets to show you how good his cock is.

“Of course.” He dismounts his direhorse, walking over to you. You awkwardly step back, lowering your body to the forest floor. He nods. “Lean back against that rock, hon.” You do what he says, shifting your position for him.

“I- I think I’m in-“ you stutter. You’re laying down now. He calmly strides over to you and his mouth falls gently agape.

“Relax,” he chuckles, kneeling to your level. “Why don’t ya, y’know, show me?” He suggests. His hand comes to your knee and he taps it lightly with his thumb.

“I want you to, make me feel better..” you spread your legs open for him. His breath grows faster. “Help me with my problem, sir. Please.” Jake swallows and clears his throat.

“I gotta take this off, alright? Daddy’ll make ya feel real good. No more heat pains.” He assures you, now grabbing the strings of your loincloth and fiddling with them until they fall loose and untied. You wince at the fresh breeze on your engorged clit. “Shh, relax.”

“Need it, need it so bad..” you’re already dripping wet, now squirming desperately. “Please touch me.” Jake almost chokes the at request.

“You sure?” He didn’t think you’d give in this quickly. When you give him puppy dog eyes and wince from the sensitivity down there, he agrees to help you out. He starts to buck his hips against his tewng. You whine, reaching forward for the strings of his garment. He shushes you and once again asks you to relax. “I can undress myself, hon. Don’t worry.”

He shuffles his hands around his waistband until the thin fabric is removed from his body.

He’s huge. Throbbing. He gulps, his hands reaching to touch your body. Your face turns a shade of purple. You spread your legs far and wide for him.

“Please, sir.” You cannot wait any longer. He shushes you, getting into position as the leaves rustle on the ground.

“Alright, I’m gonna go in, tell me if you want me to stop.” He coos, pushing his hips forward. His cock sinks into your tight pussy, giving it the stretch it needed. His mushroom tip probes your walls immediately. You gasp, tightening around him. You needed this so bad. Jake grunts, baring his teeth as he continues to buck his hips all the way until he’s balls deep.

You whine, like a desperate animal. Your back arches. You’re so goddamn tight. When he bottoms out in you, you squeal.

“Thank you, mmph! Thank you, sir.” You moan. You start to get flustered, hot, needy. “Faster, faster, please..” you whisper, wrapping your legs around his waist. He is surprised. Pleasantly surprised. He shakes his head and smiles.

“Sure you can take it?” He teases, accepting the challenge. You beg. You beg for him to fuck you harder. You want him to fill you with cum, so that your heat will never bother you again. You don’t know how it works. All you know is that you want him to ruin you and paint you white. Breed you.

He growls, picking up the pace and fucking you harder. Your body shakes. Every thrust of his makes you wetter and wetter. You clench around his cock. He starts to notice your pleasure, challenging it by slamming into you. You yelp, arching your back as you feel his thick cock stretch you.

“Mmmph, sir!” Your eyes clench shut, your breasts bouncing with each rut.

“Too much?” He asks, his skin beginning to glisten with sweat. He hisses with every time you clench and pulse around his girth. The space fills up with the noises of arousal- moaning, panting, skin slapping, and the ground rustling.

“Feels good-“ you whimper.

“I’ll fill ya up, I’ll cum inside of you. Your tight little cunt, fuck.” He grabs your breasts, slamming into you harder and harder.

You squeal again, a primal need filling your heat as you feel Jake’s precum dribble out of his tip and towards your cervix. He fucks his seed deeper into you. You grip onto his shoulders, pulling him towards you. He pants and leans down until his chest touches yours. You love the feeling of his weight on top of you and his cum inside of you.

“Yes! Yes, Jake!” You feel your climax approaching you rapidly. An electric pleasure pulses through your body. Your clit is swollen with pure pleasure. He grunts above you, bottoming out, and holding himself there.

His tip presses into your cervix, his orgasm washing over him as his thick cum sprays into your womb. You let out a cry, your nails digging into Jake’s back.

You try to catch your breath. Jake clicks his tongue a few times before pulling out of you. A trail of cum leaks down your folds. Your eyes flutter.

“You okay?” He takes a look at your sore pussy and reaches for your loincloth. You nod. What will you tell the village?

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⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: mentions of wounds, handjob, sub!Neteyam

Neteyam makes a sound, a soft noise muffled by the crock of his arm, where he has his face buried.

"Sorry, I’ll be more gentle."

Your voice behind him is kind and Neteyam, for once, is glad that he’s laying down on his front. Well, glad isn’t totally the correct word for his semi hard cock is trapped between his own body and the ground.

And your hands, tender fingers, soft and warm, radiating heat as they apply a healing salve onto the cuts on his back, gently swiping over his oversensitive flesh. This time, Neteyam can’t help the groan that drops from his lips.

His whole body tenses up as your fingers freeze at the sound.

"Did I hurt you?"

Neteyam holds his breath and a very long moment of silence passes, before his breath comes out in a shaky exhale. Later, he‘ll regret not answering straight away because he couldn’t have been more obvious to what was actually going on with him.

"No…", he whispers, his voice sounding too breathily, too suspicious. Something was up with him and even a blind person could probably tell what it was.

Propping himself onto his elbows, he turns half way toward you, glancing over his shoulder at you, who looked back at him with your eyebrows high on your forehead.

Clearing your throat, you quickly break the awkward silence, "alright, uhm, you can turn over now."

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Neteyam brings up mental pictures of nasty bugs, wounds, that old lady he accidentally saw bathing in the river as a child, how Lo‘aks breath smells in the morning, … before he turns over onto his back.

His eyes are squeezed shut and he hopes, prays, that his boner has gone down by now, but then your palms move over his thigh, squeezing his tense muscles, and he just knows he’s officially done for. Prying his eyes open, Neteyam looks down at you, where you kneel next to him to treat the small cuts on his upper thigh. Your skilled fingers move over his skin to carefully spread the salve where it’s needed, making sure it properly soaks in by massaging it into his flesh.

"Oh fuck", Neteyam slips out a breathless curse, and instantly, his ears go flat against his head and his cheeks turn a faint red. "S-Sorry, I didn’t- didn’t mean to. It just feels… it’s feels really good…"

"Hm, obviously", you giggle softly, not stopping your treatment for a second. And now it seems like you purposefully slide your fingers higher under his loincloth, resuming the massage so high up on his thigh that your fingertips brush over his by now throbbing and rock hard cock.

"What are you doing?", Neteyam groans and let’s his head fall back, allowing himself to relish in the blissful feeling for as long as you granted him to.

"I said I’ll help you apply the salve where it’s needed", you respond, albeit a little too calm for his liking. "And it looks like you really need it… here."

As a finger tugs down his loincloth, he feels your hand close itself around his shaft and seconds later, you give him a slow but firm stroke that causes his whole body to physically shudder.

"I was …", Neteyam swallows thickly, "… talking about my wounds."

"I know", you simply say with a smile, shrugging innocently. "But this still looks like it hurts. You don’t want me to help you?"

The hand stroking his cock closes more tightly, making him utterly aware of the salve covering your palm that makes your movements more fluidly, gliding along his length from base to tip where you twist your fist and tease the mushroom-like head with a thumb. It felt sinfully good and enticed a small moan out of him, so you repeat the motion.

"Y-Yes— I mean, no. Oh fuck…", Neteyam groans, unable to stop his hips from moving, bucking up and trusting his cock into the warmth of your fist. "Please. Just please, keep going. Don’t stop."

With a hand flat on his chest, you give him a gently push, "Why don’t you lay down for me, hm?" You smile at him and Neteyam doesn’t need to be told twice, instantly laying down flat on the woven mat. "Let your Tsahìk take care of you, mighty warrior…"

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Springtime Fushiguros♪

Context-: exploring the memories of childhood of fushiguros, marking the spring time of you and satoru gojo.

Lullaby-: Megumi caught cold so you sing a lullaby to help him fall asleep. (Jealous gojo)

As much as you love the smell of freshly wet soil during rainy season; the sound of water droplets pouring down from the dusky clouds, kissing the earth; the croaking of the frogs— megumi hates it.

Due to the weather changing season and unfortunate circumstances, last day he came back from school, totally drenched in rainwater. Not to mention, his drenched hair, reminded you of his striking resemblance to his late father—toji fushiguro.

You have only seen him once, when shoko introduced his photo to you as the zenin guy born without any cursed energy; who killed riko amanai. And who almost killed your— nvm. You don't even wanna recall those days. It hurts too much.

Thankfully, gojo was out for a mission along with ichiji and he wasn't about to return till tomorrow morning. He would probably shout out loud, clinging up to you, asserting his precious megumi being possessed by toji.

As for now you've tucked him to bed, beside Tsumiki, after feeding him chicken and bok choy soup especially including ginger with mushrooms cuz that's how he likes it. It will help unblocking his sinuses, getting rid of his cold faster.

You exit the kids room, switching off the lights.

You were almost done with dishes, scrubbing off the rice bowl of tsumiki, humming a tune, close to your heart, which you have no idea where you picked up from, unaware of a tall shady figure approaching you.

All of a sudden you felt two arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Wh—" your squeak was cut off shortly, by a hand pressed to your mouth, "shh! baby...wouldn't want the kids to wake up." Satoru' velvet voice coaxed you to calm down. His warm breath fanned near your neck, as he slowly trailed kisses over there.

"You were supposed to come back tomo—" a gasped as gojo bit on the shell of your ear, "finished the mission fast," he said, "so I can spend the night with you", nibbling on your ear.

He pushes his pelvis forward, so it touches your lower back, slowly grinding on you as his hands roam on your body, trying to memorize every curve, remembering the bliss of having you close to him.

You figured out he teleported inside the apartment as the door was locked and gojo doesn't carries house keys with him since he would loose it somewhere.

"Satoru i haven't finished doing the dishes" you say as he presses kisses on you shoulder blade.

"We can finish that later. I need you." He says, removing the bowl from your hand, opening the tap to wash your hand. "Need you so bad." You could feel his voice longing with desire as he turns you around hastily.

You find your hands wrapped around his neck, his lips locked on yours, tongue slipping in. Every ounce of oxygen disappeared from your lungs as you were making out with him.

"Aachho"

Your eyes widened as you push satoru away hard, whipping your head to the side to see the door knob twisting.

Megumi comes out rubbing his nose looking for you.

"Megumi you need something?" You ask, trying to cool down your racing heart.

"I can't sleep." He walks up to you, dragging his blanket, practically mopping the floor.

"If you can't sleep then go to bed and count sheeps." Megumi gets startled at the voice, which he recognise as his sensei's.

"Why are you here?"

"Cuz it's my house."

"Weren't you supposed to come tomorrow? Why are you early?" The kid expresses his disappointment.

"And weren't you supposed to be asleep now? Why are you up disturbing my mome—" your sharp glare ceases gojo's further words.

"Then, how 'bout i sing a lullaby to you? It will help you fall asleep. Kk." You say, turning your head to Megumi, guiding him to your bedroom.

"Wait—so he's sleeping with us?" Gojo questions stopping you midway.

"Yeah. And yeah please finish the dishes before you join us. Let's go 'gumi." You vanish into your bedroom along with Megumi.

"Such a cock-block" he whispers, leaning on the counter, rolling up his sleeves before getting started with the dishes, beefing about him. " He gets to cuddle with my y/n more than I do. Damn it."

[ A few moments later ]

Gojo enters, as your soft humming echoes through the room.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

The moonlight catcher reflected several lights, twinkling around the room as you layed there along with Megumi, patting him to sleep.

How I wonder what you are!

He couldn't help but wonder; wonder what you are; how did he get so lucky? To have you behind his back.

Up above the world so high,

He needs you like one needs oxygen to breathe; he would search for you in every birth like river searches for sea. His eyes would be yearning, dying for one look of yours since you are the world he has ever known.

Like a diamond in the sky.

You may have no idea, but the only star in his sky, whose shine would even fade diamonds is you.

Megumi's asleep. You sit up straight, looking at gojo, leaning at the door frame. You tilted your head, smiling apologetically.

Gojo sighs playfully, straighting up himself, walking past the bedroom door. A few secs later he brings in a sleeping tsumiki, cradled in his arms, laying her beside Megumi, tucking them into warm blankets as gojo joins in.

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