#white flat mushrooms

[icewindandboringhorror]

I can't do much productively during the heat wave/health issue flare up/etc. like work on my games or anything where I have to sit at the computer/type for long periods of time, BUT.. I did passively sculpt a few tiny foods lol. I wanted to do one of my bigger usual sculptures, but those take so much more time and concentration, I thought something small just to keep my hands busy would be better.. close up photos look kind of weird and blurry from my camera settings or something, but overall they came out okay, especially in person.. Nearly the only reason I ever wanted to buy dolls as a kid was to get my hands on the miniature foods and plates and stuff that came with them, I've always just been obsessed with small versions of things like that, so.. why not make some! lol

#sculpture #ooops.. i could have posted this on the art blog but I forgor and do not feel like reuploading everything #into a new drafted post on a whole other blog.. not in this heat.. i have no patience lol #items are: tomato. asparagus. a four leaf clover (not food lol). some sort of folded bun or dumpling with meat inside (not based on #anything specific. I just wanted to fold a flat sheet of clay into a shape). pomegranate. cheese wheel. lemon slice. some sort of mushroom. #fish (not a real one. just made up. if it looks like any specific fish that'd be interesting). and fig. #I haven't been able to get many avocaodo pits to carve again. so sculpting. then is good for a tiny craft #WISH I COULD DO COSTUMES OR SOMETHING.. i have some pikced out. bundles of clothes laying on the floor of the closet #but GODS even before the heat wave it's just been so warm.. I know.. it's the summer. of course it's warm #but WHYYYyy............. what if it just snowed all year around and was awesome and beautiful and i was so cold and could wear 25 blankets #at all times.. what about THAT hmm?? .. the ideal.. #anyway.. my favorite is the pomegranate and the mushroom maybe #The fig is hard because in the pictures of figs I googled a lot of them have that sort of white powdery type of thing on the outside #that grapes and plums and stuff have sometimes and it's hard to convey that weird like.. sheen.. plus the purple with almost powdery blue #and little lighter specks plus streaks of light green and a little orangey on some of them. #It's okay in person I think but this doesnt show up as much in pictures. The cheese also looks betterin person than images. you can't tell #the slight shine in the pictures lol. but the pomegranates look cool and also photograph decent.. hmm #I should have made toast with an egg on it or something. that would be a nice addition #OH ALSO ASPARAGUS MY BELOVED.. though they look a little wonky. the cuticle pusher tool that I sculpt with in leiu of any actual sculpting #tools has a kind of triangle edge that was suite for the little leaf details of the asparagus so that was cool. its like..ALMOST right lol

[buffetlicious]

Mum brought our brunch from the vegetarian stall located one bus stop away from our house. For herself, she picked these narrow strips of Fried Kway Teow (炒粿条) with mock char siu or char siew. For my Vegetarian Rice (斋饭), she chose my favourite curry mock mutton & potato, okra stir-fry and stewed mushrooms.

#Brunch #Takeaway #Packed #Fried Kway Teow #炒粿条 #Flat Rice Noodles #Mock Char Siu #Vegetarian Rice #斋饭 #No Meat #Curry Mock Mutton #Spicy #Potato #Okra #Lady's Fingers #Mushroom Stew #White Rice #Food #Buffetlicious

[the-things-i-put-in-my-mouth]

Potato cake with spinach and avocado, mushrooms, poached egg…..coffee and juice…..

#potato cake #spinach #avocado #mushrooms #poached egg #flat white #orange juice #me #mine

[osachiyo]

ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ ! | ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ➣ nanami x fem!reader

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴄᴡ ➣ nsfw content (mdni or I'll beat you), brat!reader, hard dom!nanami, hairpulling, pussy slapping, spanking, fingering, throat fucking, bathroom sex, degradation, teasing, jealousy, 1.3k+ words of filth

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴀ/ɴ ➣ I'M SO SORRY FOR HOLDING THIS UP FOR SO DAMN LONG this man makes me so damn feral it's not even funny.. this is for my angel @nanamibeloved (hope I did ur man justice rylie !!)

⟣ ──┈ · · · + sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➣ during your house warming party, you have the genius idea of flirting with your husband's co-worker, how wrong could it go, right?

Kento was pissed, to say the least. You guys threw a house warming party tonight, just for you to cling onto satoru's arm the entire goddamn night. It was infuriating, and downright insulting to your husband, Kento. He was way too prideful to show it though, brushing you both off with a wave of his hand as he sips on his drink.

Somehow he lasted until dinner, you being seated next to Satoru, tits pressed up against his arm as you giggle at his stupid jokes. You were supposed to sit next to him, not the white haired dumbass. He was gonna be patient, though. There will be plenty of time to punish you later− "oh my, 'toru your muscles are so big!" You giggled, shamelessly feeling your husband's co-worker up in front of him as Satoru's lips stretched to reveal a sleazy smirk, and your lover decided he had enough. Cursing under his breath, Kento formed a polite smile, excusing himself from the dinner table before discreetly glaring at your direction, silently demanding you go with him. You smirked to yourself, this is exactly what you wanted.

You were slammed against the bathroom door as soon as you locked the door. You looked up to see your husband towering over you, a menacing aura surrounding him, it intimidated and turned you on at the same time, your thighs clenching together, god− you wanted him so bad.

"on your knees," Kento's jaw was clenched, palms flat against the door, effectively trapping you in. Scoffing, you tugged on his cheetah print tie, yanking him closer to you, "why don't you make me?" You could almost see the vein popping out of his forehead, "so you're playing that game, huh? fine, have it your way." Was the last thing he uttered before you were pushed down to your knees, a large veiny hand tangled in your roots as you winced in pain. "ow! kento− it took me like 3 hours to style my hai−" you were cut off by your husband's hardened length slapping against your cheek, effectively shutting you up. "I don't want to hear your blabbering," he sighed, pushing the bulbous tip past your lips as he shuddered in delight. "now, get to work, slut." You whined at the derogatory name, licking the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, suckling lightly on the tip. He hissed when you slowly started to take him fully into your mouth, fingers tangled in your hair tightening with each inch you swallow. You took half of him before abruptly pulling off− his brows twitched in annoyance and he breaths a quiet "enough" before slamming into your mouth forcefully, the mushroom tip reaching the very back of your throat as you sputter and gag on it, not expecting him to be so rough. he keeps going till your lips touch the small tuff of dirty blonde hair near his base before pulling out almost completely− then brutally thrusting back into the wet heat of your mouth.

It went like that for what felt like an eternity− brutally thrusting in and out, in and out until you were on the verge of passing out, your hands that were previously slapping and scratching at his muscular thighs now went almost limp beside you before he pulled out with a groan. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart when he saw you coughing and breathing heavily, saliva and precum dripping down your chin in webs, trying your best to get air back in your lungs. But all of that guilt quickly disappeared once you looked up at him with a cocky but weak smirk, tears gathered in your lashes− "that all you got? I'm disappointed."

Oh you were such a vixen, and that's exactly what he loved about you. He was going to break you.

Even as he pushed you onto the marbel sink, large hands prying your thighs apart and he could practically smell your arousal− saliva pooling in his mouth. God, he needed to taste you. Right now.

And he did− thumb sliding your panties to the side as his tongue licks a fat stripe up your cunt, savouring your bitter sweet taste on his eager tongue. The tip of his tongue gently circled your swollen clit, your hands clawing at the smooth marble as you arch further into his mouth− only to be put back in place as he presses down on your lower tummy, looking up at you from between your legs, his saliva and your slick coating his chin as he peers up at you with those beautiful, brown eyes that held jealousy, lust and most importantly− so much love and adoration for you. The look in his eyes let you know that this was indeed, the man you fell in love with. The sweet, caring Ken−

Your thoughts got cut off by him slipping his tongue into your hole, groaning lowly at the taste− his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs; rough and calloused from his ruthless years of jujutsu. He'd never get tired of your addicting taste on his skilled tongue, it was almost like dopamine to him− the feeling of your clit throbbing against his tongue as he slurped everything you had to offer. "god, could never get tired of this pussy," he groaned lowly into your cunt, the vibrations from his gravelly voice against your sensitive core made your head spin− how was he so fucking good at this? Every time felt like the first time with him and you loved it− you both did, really.

He loved how your thighs trembled pathetically as he blew on your clit, two thick fingers slipping in to massage your inner walls. His tongue lapping and sucking softly on your little bud before biting it gently, laughing cruelly when you tried to close your thighs around his head. "darling, you're only making things worse for yourself," he sighed calmly before brutally cracking a hand down on your inner thigh, making the soft flesh jiggle and sting as you let out a pained yelp, a fresh wave of tears gathering in your pitiful eyes.

"s' mean.." you sniffled, timidly wiping your tears with the back of your hand, broken gasps emitting from your mouth as he lands soft slaps on your pussy, webs of slick sticking to his fingers as they collide with your aching cunt. "didn't you want this?" He scoffed, two fingers spreading your lips apart and licking his lips at your hole clenching on nothing as it gushed more of your sweet essence− pooling on the fancy marble. "wanted to be taught a lesson− and fucked stupid? huh?" he swiftly landed two spanks right on your clit− a loud cry leaving your mouth and he glared at you with those brown− almost fully black now eyes, effectively getting you to quiet down. You didn't want to see what happens if you angered him further. You honestly didn't expect him to be this rough.

But you couldn't get yourself to complain when he flipped you around, taking his beloved tie off and binding your hands behind you− tight. He easily picked you up and pushed you against the door once again, face smushed against the high quality wood as he pushed your panties down to your knees in one fluid motion− quickly lining up with your entrance before pushing the fat tip in, making the both of you let out quiet moans. Your nails were digging into the sweaty palms of your hand at this point− yelping in surprise when he grabbed your hair and yanked your face to the side before enveloping your parted lips in a kiss. The kiss was much sweeter and gentle compared to his borderline brutal thrusts− a perfect balance, if you will.

Your ass recoiled with each slam of his hips against it, nasty squelching sounds filling the walls as you tried your very best to stay quiet. But unfortunately for you, your husband wasn't having any of that. Instead of shushing and telling you to keep quiet− he encouraged you to be louder− to scream his name until your lungs burned. He wanted you to be so damn loud so that fucker Satoru would know that you're his− that you're Kento's and he would make sure of it.

©sachiyoh— do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, reblogs are very appreciated♡

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[jasperthehatchet]

These are just some of the many many patches I've been making ❤️ I love them so much and I'm having a lot of fun making them.

I thrifted some old flat cotton bedsheets a long time ago, those are perfect for making patches and it'll make a fuckload of em :) and i also just used whatever scrap fabric I had sitting around

[Image ID: in the first image, there are 11 patches made of varying colors of fabric. A transfeminism symbol decorated with dots on an orange patch, a white square shaped spiral on a green patch, red mushrooms on a green patch, a blue patch that says "hopepunk", another transfeminism symbol with an anarchy symbol in the middle on a blue patch, two patches with spiral eyes,a red anarchy symbol and three pride patches. The pride patches include a transgender flag with words that say "protect trans kids", a genderqueer flag and an aroace flag.

The rest of the images are of individual white cotton patches. One with a vine and flowers that says "plant forests, destroy fascism". The next one says "cure ableism" with a skull and crossbones but replacing the bones is a cane and a crutch. The next patch is a detailed green plant leaf, the next one says "black lives matter. Indigenous lives matter. Queer lives matter. Trans lives matter. Jewish lives matter. Disabled lives matter." The next patch says "protect choice" with spirals. The next patch is a centipede painted in black and the last one is the satanic cross. End ID]

#solarpunk #punk #patches #punk diy #solarpunk diy #hopepunk #sustainability #hatchet makes stuff

[mycoblogg]

finn's freaky fungi fact : rosecomb mutations :-0

rosecomb mutation : "distortions, lumps & gross malformations occur on the mushrooms. often gills are present on the top leading to the name rosecomb. cause: contamination of the substrate with oil, diesel or distillate fumes."

here are some images of this mutation on agaric fungi !!

[image iDs: 1 - a photograph of a cream-white mushroom with a mutation that has lead to the formation of an extra clump of gills, & even a smaller mushroom on top, growing in a green forest patch. 2 - a photograph of a large, flat grey-white mushroom with wavy edges, that has mutated another, smaller mushroom on its cap. it grows between ivy. 3 - a brown mushroom with extra gill growth on top of its cap, growing between mud & woody mulch. end iD]

#• finn's freaky fungi fact ^^ • #|| #rosecomb mutation #mutation #biology #science #genetics #pollution #fungus #mushrooms #cottagecore #nature #earth #forestcore #mushroom #foraging #mycology #fungi

[rafescurtainbangz]

Mornings with Rafe +18 Minor DNI

Rafe x female reader

Ask: anon - Reader waking up rafe with a bj 🤠 also for my rp daddy @itssmerafecameron 🤭

Oral sex, language, pet names, roughish oral, brief unprotected p in v

✳︎unedited✳︎

760 words

Masterlist

You breathe deeply, eyes opening slowly as you take in your familiar surroundings. Tanneyhill, North Carolina at its finest. The warm summer breeze kicks up the crisp white curtains through the drawn window. Rafe pulls you in a little closer, his strong arms dragging you toward his bare chest, nuzzling himself in the crook of your neck like his personal teddy bear. 

There’s nothing on the schedule for the day but a trip to Charleston. Rafe, wanting to spoil you as usual with a shopping trip for his favorite girl. A personal thank you for not losing your mind after he disappeared for a few days on business.

His rough thumb brushes your stomach, even in his sleep his hands find some way to find their resting place on you. His gold rings shimmer as his hand moves a little lower, causing a sinful smile to spread on your lips. 

Good morning, Rafe. 

Rafe snores lightly, followed by a sleepy little groan as he proves you wrong, continuing with the slumber. He wraps his arms tightly around you, pushing his body flush with yours - his hard cock pressing against the plush of your ass.

Grabbing his wrist you pluck his hand off your body, causing him to tense up and draw a sharp breath. His muscles soften into the pillow once more as you slip under the linen sheets, working lower on the California King.

Your eyes travel down Rafe’s naked form; tanned skin and strong muscles, two deep v-lines leading to his aching cock. He's throbbing. You feel yourself start to pulse too as you eye the sheen of precum glistening on his tip, making your mouth water. Taking Rafe’s hips you press them flat, resting him back on the mattress as you slot yourself between his thighs.

Flattening your tongue you meet his warm skin, licking the length of his shaft to his swollen mushroom tip. You kitten lick the cum off, watching as his stomach muscles wind tight, still not awake, his body responding to your touch on its own.

Easing onto him slowly you take him back into your mouth, little by little, going as deep as you can go without gagging. Rafe lets out a soft groan as you begin to bob up and down, your hands resting lightly on his hips, sucking him off with no hands.

Rafe inhales sharply, unintentionally bucking his hips causing you to finally gag. He lets out a low, drawn-out moan as he comes to. "Baby girl…” He mumbles, “M’dreaming. Gotta be dreamin’,” he chuckles lightly, his voice is gravelly and low, the depth alone lighting you on fire.

Rafe lifts the sheet, meeting your gaze, smiling blissfully as he lifts his sleepy head off the pillow. "You're so fucking beautiful, princess. You know that?" He praises.

You suck off his cock, giving him a hazy smile, your eyes half-lidded, unable to take your eyes off him. He’s beautiful himself, his sandy blonde bangs a mess. His beautiful blue eyes on you like you're the only things he sees.

Rafe rakes his large hand into your hair, wordlessly demanding that you give him more as he gathers your hair in a ponytail. You sink lower, taking as much of him as you can get, making him moan. He throws his head back into the pillow, covering his face with his palm. “Oh my god, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

His hand follows your head as you shift, the other tossing off the sheet completely to get a better view. Rafe applies pressure to the back of your head, using your mouth to stroke his dick, working you up and down. You gag on his shaft, lewd noises pouring out of the both of you as spit rolls out the corners of your lips. 

"Just like that, baby. Just. Like. That," he punctuates each word with a rough thrust into your open mouth. Cupping his balls with your hand you roll them delicately, causing his breathing to hitch and quicken. Rafe's moaning and praise draws a little closer, far louder than before. He traces his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyelids falling low. “I wanna finish inside you, baby. Co’mere - Come,” he murmurs.

Rafe presses back into the headboard, stroking his spit-covered cock in his fist as he tugs you closer. He looks down, watching as your warm wet cunt swallows his cock completely. He presses his lips against yours, cumming hard, moaning into your kiss as he buries his load deep.

"Fuck, Rafe," you whine. 

“Good morning, princess.”

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[m1d-45]

any chance of a part 2 of opportunities arisen? perhaps tighnari finds out who we are? or someone else comes after us? 👉👈 i love him sm and ur characterization of him is perfect, that fic is 100% canon in my mind for every imposter au now

prime fortune

a/n: hope this one didn’t absolutely destroy your expectations anon. it took a hard left turn halfway through and i couldn’t bring it back—

word count: 3.1k oh wow-

-> warnings: minor spoilers for sumeru archon quest (3.0-3.2), dubious medical facts that you should not follow, likely ooc cyno, excessive use of the word ‘something’ with little reasoning to show for it, cyno’s excellent humor

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie

<< part 1 || < masterlist >

adapting to life in the forest was easier said than done.

you’re often paired with collei, who’s in the middle of a bad eleazar flare that keeps her confined to the village, and though she teaches you the different salves and plants, a lot of it goes over your head.

you’re interested, you are! the liveliness with which she speaks, and the animated gestures from tighnari as he explains proper safety when preparing medicine easily capture your attention, but when she hands you two mushrooms and asks her to tell you which one is morchella….

by some strange luck, you often guess correctly, your intuition knowing more than you do, but when she nods with a smile and asks you to repeat the differences…

your mind falls blank.

something about the density of the fibers inside the mushroom floats through your mind, but you can’t remember whether the true or false mushroom is heavier.

collei’s smile falters, and yours turns sheepish. when she takes you out on walks, slowly walking up the paths so you don’t strain your ankle, you can point at the differences between portobello and death caps, you can pick out holly and honeysuckle and marigold, but here…

you pass the field practice with flying colors, but your basic by-the-books forest ranger tests always end in failure.

tighnari picks out two plants from a small case, holding them up in front of you.

“you come across amir sitting just off the side of a path, clutching his stomach. after some questioning, you determine he has a stomach cramp from dehydration, and spot these two plants nearby. you’re about a 15 minute walk from the village; what do you do?”

one of the plants has many flat white flowers blooming from the top, with yellow centers, while the other has orange petals that form a ball shape on top. you know one of them is yarrow, but not which one…

you pick the latter on a whim, spinning it between two fingers as you think. “pick the petals and crush them into a paste, taking care not to overwork them. give him about a spoonful, which should be most of it, then help him up. report to shirin once we return.”

the blank mask on his face falls into confusion. “how do you even mix up marigold and yarrow?” he asks, picking the flower—marigold, you now recognize—from your hand. “you got the procedure correct, at least, but marigold is bitter and will only worsen his aches. oh, and additionally, the leaves of yarrow—however small they-“

the door to the cottage slams open, jars rattling on their shelves, and tighnari whips around to face whoever it is, one hand steadying a stack of reports.

“and just what do you think you’re- w- collei? is everything alright?”

collei’s violet eyes were wide, her shoulders heaving with breath, when she spoke, exhaustion was evident. “m-master tighnari! the matra are here on behalf of the akademiya! i tried to tell them to wait so i could get you but they just-..”

emotions flashed over tighnari’s face faster than you could catch, eventually setting on a sharp determination. “alright collei, calm down. go find amir and do your best to delay them, but don’t seem too suspiscious, okay? just remember what we planned, i’ll take care of things here.”

her eyes flicked to you, worry evident, but she quickly turned away.

the moment the door closed, you and tighnari sprung into action. he collected the plants from your test and tucked them into their proper places, you standing to help return a mint plant back to its place.

he caught your wrist, taking the pot. “don’t. take your bag and go, don’t worry about this.”

you hesitate for longer than you should, then nod. he lets you go and returns to his case, and you move to crouch by the bed. feeling under it, your hand eventually brushes against a cloth handle, which you grab. you take a step to unlatch the window with one hand and sling the pack over your shoulder with the other, leaving with your good leg first. as you carefully close the window behind you, you can see tighnari moving to hide all the notes you’d taken, the only sign of his worry being his tail lashing behind him and the slightest flick of his ears.

with a soft smile, you turn away.

tighnari checked over his room once more, ensuring that every trace of your presence was scrubbed clean. your laundry was out and mixed with the rest of the rangers’, but your notes and records were carefully hidden under patrol logs and his own personal binders. he knew everything was tucked away, he had explanations lined up and answers to every conceivable question the akademiya could have, but his heart still beat frantically against his ribs. even as he pulled apart and neatened up a stack of patrol logs, repeating the action to look like he was doing something whenever the matra came to his hut, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he missed something crucial.

he had to fight to keep his tail from betraying his emotions, the energy not going into mussing up and then fixing the papers spent on hiding the symptoms of his distress. he knew he didn’t miss anything. the moment you told them the sages were on active lookout for you and he knew you weren’t a threat, he had memorized the plan. he was foolish to worry.

he hasn’t known you for long, barely over half a year, yet his mind is clouded with the same worry as when collei collapses out on patrol. the same numbing sort of adrenaline, the icy feeling in his bones even as his skin starts to burn up, the apprehension in every movement, as if at any moment-

somebody knocks on the door.

tighnari takes a steadying breath and fusses with the papers a final time. “come in!”

the door creaks open and he taps the papers on the table, turning slightly to speak over his shoulder. “sorry, you caught me in the middle of something.”

“no matter,” a familiar voice says, and he can’t stop the way his body freezes at the speaker.

he carefully tucked the papers into a folder, finally turning around. “general mahamatra. to what do i owe the honor?”

cyno crossed his arms, red eyes surveying the room. “oh, nothing at all. just somebody from vimara village reporting somebody that looked suspiciously like the primo fortuna walking around with collei when they’re supposed to be in liyue.”

tighnari stares. the primo fortuna…? he thought they were after you, but you couldn’t be…

“are… are you suggesting somebody is attempting to imitate the creator?”

sure, he wouldn’t deny you shared some features—you had the same shape of nose, you were around the same height and build—but for you to be the creator? no, it wasn’t possible. your eyes were much kinder, you stopped and helped nasrin when she couldn’t find the proper forms, you directed shirin to the area of the forest where you and collei found nilotpala lotuses, you were nothing like the creator he saw at pardis dhyai. you didn’t stare with glazed eyes as padisarahs and sumeru roses were brought forth, you listened in earnest when he spoke about the differences between the various kinds of ferns.

if anybody were to meet you, they’d know in an instant you were not the creator.

his heart itched within his chest. he ignored it as worry.

“that’s exactly what i’m implying. as i’m certain you know, their identity is hallowed, and anybody attempting to infringe upon it needs to meet justice.” the golden eye on his headpiece flashed, the sides beginning to narrow into eyes before he shook his head and it passed. “but in truth, that is not why i am here.”

tighnari stared. despite having a fondness for jokes, cyno was never one to laugh about his duties. “what do you mean? collei told me you were here on behalf of the akademiya.”

“the matra are here on behalf of the sages,” he clarified. “i… i am here for other reasons. personal ones.”

his eyes flicked around the room again, and tighnari’s narrowed. “well, don’t hide behind double meanings, then. what is it?”

cyno’s jaw flexed as he chewed at nothing, his arms uncrossing. his eyes focused somewhere around the bed, and he seemed lost in thought. whatever it was, it had to be a big deal, but for him to hijack the matra’s arrival instead of coming on his own time…

“the one on the throne is not our god.”

he said it with such conviction that tighnari found himself agreeing, waiting for whatever had gotten him worked up, and it was only when cyno’s eyes closed as he braced himself that it registered what he said.

“what?”

“i have gathered evidence across many sources, both academic and religious, common and exclusive, and i can’t bring myself to kneel at their feet any longer. i have been ignoring my own mind for too long for the sake of my conscience, and i am confiding in you now what has been brewing in my mind for months.”

in the silence that stretched, tighnari almost wished he hadn’t spoken.

the way he spoke, from his words to his tone, reminded tighnari of when he reported to the sages, like he wasn’t tighnari to him and was instead an authority.

“cyno, i don’t.. is this why you didn’t go when they were at pardis dhyai or sumeru city?”

he nodded. “i can’t be in a place where they’re being worshipped when i’m so conflicted. i thought about pulling you aside in the city, but…”

tighnari didn’t think he’d ever seen cyno so meek in his words, none of his normal power behind it. he’s… tired, a quality he knows he’s felt but has never seen on him, the almost nervous way he keeps glancing around the room edging on alarming.

“alright.. uh, moving past that for a moment, what does that have to do with why you’re in gandharva ville? wouldn’t you want to not be involved?”

cyno’s eyes dragged from where they were locked behind him with uncharacteristic slowness. “the person you’re hiding may be the real creator.”

the simplicity to his words had tighnari believing it, even as it didn’t fully register in his mind. he knew cyno attached a religious aspect to his work, to the point the people in sumeru city sometimes calling him an extension of their judgement—even as it was more like the akademiya’s, most time—so he knew that whatever he said on the topic was both well thought out and reliable.

which is why he was silent even after it clicked.

“what are you saying, cyno?”

“they’ve been staying here, haven’t they? in this room?”

“this is my and collei’s-“

“don’t tell me you haven’t been able to feel the difference in the air? the way it seems to flow slowly, lingering, like it has something to wait for? there’s no heavy blankets on the bed, and yet everybody else is talking of how cold the weather’s been lately.”

“that’s because this is an insulated room, and we’re right up against a cliff.”

the quick pace to his heart was back, this time less of worry and more of confusion. you couldn’t be the creator, not when you bore so little resemblance to the one on the throne. you were good at what you did, plants thriving under your care even if you forget to water them. call him selfish, but tighnari almost wished the creator could go back to wherever they’d been, since they’d been much kinder there, both to their vessels and the world.

you weren’t them. they weren’t even close to being you.

“you’re considering it.”

he crossed his arms, forcing himself to still. “i’ll admit—not that you didn’t already know it—that we have taken a refugee into the village, one the sages might call a criminal-“

“that’s not what i mean, tighnari, and you know it.”

“can you give me a minute? you can’t just drop a massive load of information on me like that and expect me to continue like it didn’t happen!”

“you’re reacting oddly.”

“well of course i am, you’re telling me the same person i took in and sheltered from your bosses is somebody you want to take away back to them, and that’s not even covering their injuries- they’ve barely been able to walk outside of the village, and you want to take them to the city?”

“when did i say anything about the sages?”

tighnari stopped, his chest heaving. his hands froze mid-air, his tail still flicking in a mix of irritation and stress, thoughts moving quicker than he could understand them.

“what?”

“i never said anything about the sages. i never said i would take them.”

“w- well it’s implied, if not in your words then-“

“i don’t deal in implications. you know this.”

he did.

he knew cyno. he knew how he spoke and acted, he knew that the small emotion in his eyes was indicative of empathy and not ruthless justice. he knew he held reasoning in high standards, he knew that if he stopped and thought about the words coming from his mouth then he would agree.

but he couldn’t think.

all of his usual composure had faltered and faded, leaving him grasping for a hold as his thoughts swam like a raging river around him, even standing a struggle amidst the tide. all he could do was watch, his head racing and hands shaking, as cyno stood on the bank of rationality, with his crossed arms and cool eyes that dared him to step forward and sink beneath the waves.

he had no real reason to fear so much for you. by now you were gone, by now you were safe and far past the statue of the seven by the chasm, hidden in a place where even cyno would struggle to find you. you were crafty, clever, and you had more than enough supplies to last until he could go to find you.

he had no reason to be afraid.

yet his heart still raced a rhythm he couldn’t follow, his mind tripping and skipping with worry.

why?

his tail wrapped around his side and he picked out a cluster of petals from it, mostly just to give his hands something to do.

as he did, he noticed it was a full flower, likely knocked off one of the samples on the desk. it was small, blue, with smooth petals, and he recognized it after a moment’s pause.

“this is a hydrangea. what is it used for?”

the flower quivered in your shaking hands. “root and stem are for… for medicine. petals are tea.”

collei nodded, smiling brightly. “exactly! you’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”

you smiled sheepishly, trying to hand her back the flower, but collei held up a hand, closing her pack with her other hand.

“no, you keep it. take it as a congratulations for all your progress!”

you were hesitant to accept it, that much was clear, and tighnari tied off the small parcel in his hands before speaking.

“you really have done well. you’ve only been here for a few weeks, but you’ve learned a lot.” he set down the packed herbs beside where he was leaning on the table, directing all of his attention to you. “i know it’s mostly for safety, and you’re not going to be a ranger-“ too much paperwork was required, he couldn’t risk it “-but still. i’m proud of you.”

you smiled.

it likely wasn’t the same flower—that ‘class’ was months ago, now—but it dragged a realization to the surface of his mind.

in the short, fleeting time he’d known you, he had come to care for you as he did collei.

even then, only after a week or two of you being there, a certain fondness had taken root in his chest. something bright, something that bloomed like a rose yet without any of the thorns. something that he watered every time you winced when you walked, something you fostered when you helped treat collei’s eleazar when he was out clearing a withering zone.

something that grew as he realized the poultice you had made had helped clear the pain faster than anything he’d made, even as you both used the same recipe, something that lashed out when kamran questioned your place in the village. something that spurred him to action when he thought you were in trouble, even if it was only cyno.

something that burned bright, something hot that blurred his reasoning even when he knew it was wrong, something that made him want to bare his teeth and keep you safe by his side.

something that should be impossible for him to feel towards you, as it was a golden and warm feeling that did not exist in teyvat, only ever glimpsed at altars.

tighnari looked up from the flower and into cyno’s knowing eyes.

“alright.”

relief washed onto his face, a small nod the only other sign that he’d heard.

“i’ll report nothing to the team—i trust you’ve gone over this, given your reaction?”

he let the comment slide. “yes, everybody here knows what to do in the case of the akademiya or the millelith coming here. it was collei’s idea, actually, and she took care to make sure that everybody had it memorized.”

cyno nodded, taking a step towards the door. “good. and if you ever need to collei matra, just get me instead.”

“…”

“do you get-?”

“i got it, cyno.”

#this is not the norm but i am having Thoughts[TM] about cyno so…. here #genshin sagau #sagau #genshin #genshin impact #self aware genshin #sagau impostor au #genshin imposter au #tighnari #tighnari x reader #sure why not #sagau tighnari #collei #sagau collei #cyno #sagau cyno #to anybody that’s wondering: a hydrangea symbolizes family/familial love. so. there’s that for all you tag readers #‘primo fortuna’ is just prime fortune—probably the title of this piece; depends—and has been bouncing in my head for a while #while i believe cyno would swing more for ‘prime /justice/‘… i didn’t think of that and this sounded cooler #actually cyno might fuck with the ‘first law’ title. ‘divine balance’ -> ref egypt mythos: anubis weighed hearts on a scale. #may or may not do a thing touching on preferred titles of the vessels bc this got me thinkin #this piece reminds me of that clip where it’s like ‘she’s doing girlboss shit!! all in the name of allah of course’ #dunno why. it does though. #me pointing at cyno and tighnari: #‘they are gatekeeping; they are slayqueening; they are doing all of this in the name of allah of course; #but! they are doing girlboss shit!’

[buffetlicious]

Breakfast from the coffeeshop near to where we are staying. Mum had the dry style Bak Chor Mee or Minced Pork Noodles (肉脞面). She chose mee pok (面薄) or flat yellow noodles for her carbohydrate. Toppings included braised mushrooms, boiled pork slices, pig’s livers and minced pork.

As for me, I have the Vegetarian Rice with curry mock mutton & potato, imitation pig’s intestines and black pepper mock pork slices over white rice. Even though they are all plant-based foods, still we wanted them to look like the real thing they represented.

#Breakfast #Takeaway #Packed #Vegetarian Rice #斋饭 #Curry Mutton #Mock Food #Imitation Food #Potato #Pig's Intestine #Black Pepper #Pork Slices #White Rice #Bak Chor Mee #Minced Pork Noodles #肉脞面 #Mee Pok #Flat Yellow Noodles #Braised Mushroom #Pig's Liver #Pork #Food #Buffetlicious

[kingdaddydaichi]

dilf!Daichi Sawamura x reader (fem)

nsfw. mdni. dad bod. snowball. 1k words.

30+ Daichi is an absolute F R E A K, y'all. downright nasty sometimes. will walk into your shared bedroom, fresh out of the shower, shamelessly naked with his thick, heavy cock bouncing off his thighs and his balls hanging low as he makes his way to his underwear drawer. even though you've been married for almost 10 years and have three children together, watching him like this never gets old. if anything, he's just gotten sexier with age. your husband has a smokin' hot dad bod now, complete with love handles and a little pony keg. but my gods the things he can do to you. seeing him like this and thinking about the way he has mastered your body over the years makes you bite your lip.

"Daichi..." you pout, reaching for him before he has a chance to put his boxer briefs on.

he knows that look like the back of his own hand, just like he knows your body and your needs. one corner of his lips turns up into a devilish grin and he puts one knee on the bed to lean down and give you a kiss. but you pull him closer and reach between his legs for his weighty cock, drawing a deep groan from him when you give it a slow tug with your fist.

your tongues slide and curl around each other as Daichi crawls between your inviting legs, your fist still working him to a full erection.

his six-pack has lost almost all definition, but he still has a two-pack at the top and side obliques which frame his small, taut belly pudge. sparse black hairs spread across his lower abdomen, his happy trail leading to the thick patch of black hair surrounding the wide base of his cock. even if Daichi's stomach isn’t as flat as it used to be, it’s perfect for rubbing your clit against when you ride him like the steed he is.

within seconds, Daichi's beefy cock is ready for you, just as you are ready for it. he brings his hips closer to yours and watches as you position his leaking tip to press against your clenching hole. with a slow push of his hips, he gradually fills you up as you both moan each other's names between open lips.

Daichi has a little more chest hair than he used to have. and his pectorals are as stacked as they've ever been, though they are getting a bit softer than they used to be. he's got love handles on his lower back now, but you actually quite prefer the fact that you can grab onto his back when he’s drilling into you from above. when you were both younger, your fingers would grab at the flesh on his back, but they could never find purchase as his hips rocked against your open thighs. his taut skin would always slip from your grasp to remain tight against his muscles.

your white cream contrasts beautifully with Daichi's full, black thatch of pubic hair. your pussy lips suck on his veiny cock with every retreat. his big, hairy balls press tightly against your taint as he ruts into you. he smells like sex and sweat with a hint of spicy bergamot. your entire body is moved by every thrust of your husband's strong, undulating hips, the headboard begins to thump the wall behind it. you kiss along his jaw, making him moan when you lick and latch onto the salty skin of his sensitive neck.

“nhnn...Dai-” you mewl against his ear. “feels so good when you fuck me hard, baby.”

duly fucking noted.

raising up onto his knees, Daichi watches you as a dark storm brews in his warm coffee eyes. he grabs your ankles from his sides, taking the time to kiss them while making full eye contact with you before putting them on his shoulder. planting his palms on either side of you, your husband leans forward to press your knees to your chest and begins fucking you into the mattress.

loud, lewd slaps of skin - wet with your slick need - echo off the bedroom walls with every downward throw of Daichi's hips. his dark brown hair is curled between your fingers and his knees are bent, spread out beside you as he slams into you. his familiar, spongey mushroom tip is thumping against your special spot with increasing fervor. the father of your children grunts and moans your name as his balls tighten against your taint, his thick glutes flexing as he fucks your pussy like no one else can.

Daichi knows your body just as you know his. he has spent the past 12 years learning and homing in on what gives you the most pleasure. he lives for the faces you make, the way you paw at his chest and scream his name when he makes you come apart on his cock, fucking you slower but just as hard through your powerful orgasm.

looking down to where your bodies connect, Daichi watches as his thick veiny cock gets swallowed up by your clenching pussy and your creamy white spend mats his black pubes. he holds onto the back of your neck while pile driving his hips against you until he begins to release spurts of his warm, sticky nut against your yielding walls. with one last trembling draw of his hips, he fully spends himself, his broad chest widening even more with panting breaths as wet heat leaks out around his pulsing cock. Daichi hangs his head between his shoulders, his arms shake under his own weight in their weakened state, and he just barely catches himself before he collapses on top of you.

your long-time lover lowers your feet back down to the bed, one at a time, before pulling out to let his warm semen spurt between your shaky thighs. but he wastes no time lining his mouth up to eat his own cum out of your oozing cunt. it doesn’t take much of his licking and slurping and sucking to have you cumming in his mouth, releasing even more of his own bitter spend onto his waiting tongue. with most of his wad now in his mouth he raises up to kiss you, pushing his load into your mouth along with his swirling tongue.

out of sheer force of habit, you show Daichi your tongue after swallowing, making him smile sweetly as his calloused thumb brushes your blazing cheek.

"good girl."

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[the-things-i-put-in-my-mouth]

Bacon, Cumberland sausage, fried eggs, tomato, baked beans, toast, mushrooms…..orange juice, flat white…..

#fry up #full english breakfast #cumberland sausage #bacon #fried eggs #baked beans #grilled tomatoes #mushrooms #toast #orange juice #flat white #me #mine

[chixkencxrry]

i'm finna slut this [man] out

Summary: You've got Miguel all tied up. (DRABBLE (somewhat fem dom! Reader x Miguel O'Hara.))

MINORS DNI

fan art by @yeagersatorubae (twt)

WARNING: shameless smut. oral sex (m + receiving, hints of f+ receiving), bondage, cum swallowing.

The tips of your fingers ghosted over the curves of his stomach. Feathering all the way down to member, purple-ish and veiny with want. Your eyes flickered to his face, wrenched with desire and mouth agape with hunger. Miguel’s lips and nose still shone from the juices of your earlier ride, his tongue, long and pink, darted out to lick his pouty lips clean of your flavouring. 

“You’re so pretty.” You whispered, grasping the base of the shaft. Your thumb ran over the little opening, hand stroking and coating him with his own essence. 

Miguel grunted, hips struggling to stay flat. His breathing became laboured and you watched with humour as his hands struggled against the webbing you’d borrowed from HQ to secure him. 

Hoarse words fell: “You like torturing me, eh?”

You hummed before you licked the member, tongue dragging from your fist to the head. Cherry-glossed lips spread open as you swallowed the tip, the mushroom sitting on your tongue as you began to suck. Saliva coated him slowly as your mouth took more of him, then relented, then again, then again. Your moving fist became coated in spit and cum, white and clear slime dripping down your jaw. His thighs felt damp, you could hear his pathetic hissing as you made his cock your meal. Hips rose up, riding your face, trying to throw you off balance to seek selfish pleasure. You set your other hand on his stomach, pushing him down but his want kept his hips rising in weak stutters – but he let you take the lead, he was trying to be a good boy for you. 

“Suck my cock so good…” his words muddled, voice shaking. “Take it deep, baby. You know how I like it, meirda. You look so pretty with my cock down your throat. Bonita puta.”

The words spoken with the gravel of his lust sent a thrill through you. His hips stuttered, fucking your mouth unevenly. Your own desire rose as well but you stayed focus; abandoning pressing onto his stomach, you placed your other hand on his ballsack, working it as you bobbed your head on the thick length, stroking your hand along it. 

Miguel cursed above you, hips working until they flattened out. His twitching cock followed, you kept cupping his balls, pressing your mouth almost to the base as you sucked and sucked. He ground his hips against your mouth, muttering in untranslatable heat.

You lifted your head slowly, his length plopping out with a wet echo. You grinned up at him, opening your mouth to show the nothingness of your swallow. 

Miguel’s chest heaved. “You’re too good to me baby. Untie me, let me take care of you.”

“Fuck no,” you laughed. You stretched your body over him and fluttered your eyelashes coquettishly. You were sure you looked a mess. Your hair was all fucked out, chin and mouth were full of cum. But the way Miguel was looking at you, made you feel like you were on top of the world. His eyes were soft and filled with love, you almost felt bad for denying him. 

Sighing, you stroked his chest. “I would, baby. I really would but you see – I have no plans in letting you fuck me tonight. Tonight, you’re my dildo. So shut up, slut.”

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#miguel o’hara x reader #black!reader #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o’hara fanfiction #spiderman #fanfic #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x black!reader #fem dom reader

[night-rook]

Word Count: 1,309

Reader Type: Gender Neutral

Story Type: Twisted Wonderland

Beware: Angst, Mentions of Death

Summary: Everyone misses you. but Grim misses you the most.

Key terms: n/a

Rook’s Notes: I've felt pretty down lately, and this happened.

Grim looked around the spacious bedroom. He jumped onto the queen size bed and claimed his usual spot on the right side. Softly he pawed the empty pillow by him. A downhearted purr echoed through the room as his small paw patted the dusty cushion. The burning sensation itching his cyan eyes only worsen.

"I am just a kitten. Hardly fit my mittens." Grim hoarsely purred while curling up on the pillow. Laying his head on the cushion rather than his paw, "Much too small, I figure. One day I'll be bigger…"

The nonsense residents of Heartslabyul didn't have their unbirthdays as cheerful. Their desserts weren't as sweet anymore as Trey had slowly lost his sense to bake. He would often make a few treats to distract himself, but those baked goods didn't hold the same flavor as they once did. Cater continued his social appearance, but the ginger would find himself in the rose garden when left alone. He would pick roses and paint them (color), not paying mind if he got in trouble as (color) seemed so beautiful than the dreadful red or empty white. Riddle would be held up in his room most of the time. Reading to himself before speaking out loud, he stopped himself multiple times when not receiving an answer from his commentary. "One day I'll be a great big kitty cat. Uses open windows to go from flat to flat."

Savanaclaw reverted to their old ways. No more socializing with weaklings or non-beastmen. Leona rather spent time in his dorm than in the garden, claiming the grass was too itchy. The plants were damaging his senses as his eyes would water. Jack's workout routine kept him active as he continued to train. However, he would stop every once in a while to catch his breath before snapping out of his daze with a light scowl. The mischievous Ruggie didn't pull pranks as the childish acts didn't cheer his sour mood without someone to help. Even the taste of donuts was bitter when he ate alone in the cafeteria.

Azul looked at the quiet lounge and signed at the empty seat by him. The paperwork is seemingly endless without an extra hand, especially when the help would distract him when he got frustrated. Tucked away in the forest, Jade quietly hiked through nature as his eyes scanned the ground. he tilted his head slightly to look behind him but shifted his eyes back to the ground in search of mushroom, not enjoying the lone hike as he used to. Floyd stared at the ceiling of his room while the a deep frown on his face. Bringing the shrimp plush towards him, the usually mischievous boy feels more tired than normal.

As lively as the halls of Scarabia, Kalim felt void of light. He could seem to hold his smile for longer than a minute, his dormmates noticing the lack of energy when he walked the halls. Jamil lost his sense of excessing and revolted back to his tucked-away nature of being average. His dancing becomes more intense as he ignores their memories and cheers.

"I am just a kitten. Hardly fit my mittens. Much too small, I figure. One day I'll be bigger. One day I'll be all grown up and strong."

The three beauties of Pomefiore grew bored without their admiring fan. Vil didn't have the usual urge to shop and dare he say- he lost the appeal to maintain his beauty routine when he passed a mirror. Rook grew bored as the students all looked dull to him, none appealing to his standards anymore. Epel slowly lost his nerve to bother working out and bite his tongue on makeup, covering up the bags under his eyes from sleepless nights.

Keyboard keys echoed the poorly lit room while the screen flashed with bright colors. Idia emptily stared at the computer while he built his character, focusing his entire mind on making the little icon identical. Ortho sat in the corner of the room as he built a hologram. Using every part of his memory software to mimic their voice so the brothers could have comfort during their hard days.

Diasomia shut itself away once more after the dreadful day. Lilia turned from being teasing and playful to forever strict. He stop being friendly when his closest friend left him alone. The usual loud mouth Sebek turned rather quiet as days went by, being rather more reserved. The quiet Silver revolted back to his old self of being distant and focused on his Knight training, however, the dull ache in his chest would hurt when he looked towards the clock. Reminding himself that he would need to take a break after hearing the small voice that haunts him. Malleus sighed during his nightly walk. He lost interest in interacting with the student body, the need to silence the thoughts growing with each passing day after losing his companion.

"But until then, I'll just purr and sing along."

Deuce and Ace both looked at one another as they heard the feline's broken purrs. The redhead pressed his back against the doorframe while humming to the purrs. He closed his eyes while faintly hearing the words to the small lullaby in his head. The ravenette listened to his friend hum as he sat down on the floor. Every night. They would hear you sing that lullaby without fail, as silly as it was that was the only way for Grim to fall asleep. The pair knew this and it hurt. Your absence had created a great void in their hearts. In everyone's hearts.

Ramshackle hasn't felt like home. Its clean halls had collect dust over time as the common room had a cloth over the furniture for no one dared clean. The once rowdy dorm had turned muted that even the ghosts found it too eerie. All the other dorms felt the effect of the absence as time went by.

Your absence bought great grief to everyone, but Grim had to worse impact. He had all his memories with you from the best funniest ones to the scary frightening ones. The warmth that once radiated from your desk chair grew cold after a week and caused him to move to the bed. He would avoid your side as much as possible, remember how you would hold him close at night. However, he misses your arms around him. He misses listening to your heartbeat after a hard day of class.

He remembers seeing you study on your desk every day while he slacked off. The first time you sang that stupid lullaby. You were humming while writing down notes, while he ate away at his tuna. The feline ears twitched when he heard your light meowing. Tilting his head he popped up beside you, catching your attention.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

He said nothing but stare at you. A blud went off in your eyes before you picked him up and set him down on your lap, running a hand through his fur as you went back to humming. The silly song was his comfort every day and night because you would always smile while humming it.

It was your humming that bought him back when he overblobbed. It was the lullaby that woke him up when you called out to him. It was your smile that forever haunts him when remembers his jaw opening.

Grim let out a weak cry as he buried himself into your old pillow. Wishing wholeheartedly that you come back to him. Promising to the night sky that he would be better if it meant seeing you next to him. He would swear on his favorite cans of tuna that he was the good feline you proudly proclaimed.

"My little kitten.." He just wants to hear you call him one more time..

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst reader insert #twst grim #twst angst

[hajihiko]

please tell us this accidental mushroom trip story

sure why not its not THAT exciting tho

I have microdose pills that are supposed to help depression and whatnot. Sometimes I get this urge to just flat out do dumb shit that's bad for me, it's like a werewolf curse, so i decided to try a handful of them at once- didn't realize it is was one of those 'i forgot to eat' days so they kicked in way harder than anticipated

Spent a good time listening to music, seeing the atomic fabric of the world- macaroni, very ugly- and feeling pure joy as you do. Then when I was coming down I suddenly thought like

If I go to the One And Only gay bar RIGHT NOW I might find my soulmate. So I called a cab and went. One butch person wouldn't leave me alone (I'm not shy I just don't like dancing leave me alone!!), one guy seemed okay but had concerningly White opinions so I told him to fuck off, one Elton John core guy kept me company a while, then JUST AA I WAS GOING HOME... There she was. Soulmate I was supposed to meet (is how I felt)

I was like hey listen you'll call me Crazy but I was supposed to meet you. And she was like no I get it. The universe, amiright? And basically she held my hand through the rest of my trip and was AMAZING soul support and really just. An angel with black lipstick. Went home with her and never got any contact info, if the macaroni fabric of the world allows I'll meet her again, if not it's okay, I met her exactly when I needed to

Now I'm obviously not tripping anymore and feeling less spiritual but nonetheless amazed at my blessings how I seem to meet the most amazing people all the time. Also I'm less self destructive for a while because I got my dose of gross club bathrooms and going home with strangers. The end

#not an art #People sometimes assume I'm an introvert. Not at all my need for excitement and people drives me to stupidity #I go to clubs for the messy grungy atmosphere of fellow disaster people

[hyunsvngs]

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It had been so dark for so long. But over there, if you strayed from the path just a little, there was a break in the canopy of trees above. Rays of gold filtered through the leaves, and something deep within your chest told you not to leave the path, whatsoever. But it was oh-so-enticing, the thought of stepping into that light and perhaps even feeling just a little bit of warmth spill onto your skin…

Your legs were moving before you could stop them. With each step, your surroundings transform. The black and grey shadows gave way to hues of pink and purple. How could this be possible, so deep in the forest? Your will to question this wasn't quite strong enough. You felt so light, so floaty, so warm.

There was a ring of mushrooms, outlining the clearing, red and white. It may have been a trick of the light, but you could've sworn they sparkled. You stepped over them, into the light.

"Hello, darling."

A man? No. No man was this beautiful. A creature, an angel. A fairy?

He was lounging on a large, flat rock, glowing beneath the sunlight. His feet were bare, toes curling. His legs were slender and ever so long, poking out from beneath a brown, suede-looking skirt. His blouse was white and worn, unbuttoned halfway down his smooth, hairless chest. He was toying with a violet, the petals so bright they hurt your eyes. The further up his body your eyes travelled, the more intoxicated you felt. His features were sharp, all angles and lines, yet there was a softness to him. His cheeks were as rosy as his lips, his eyelashes longer than you'd ever seen before. His ears were pointed where they poked out of his long, blonde hair, cascading down past his shoulders and intertwined with flowers. 

"Who are you?"

He simply smiled. "How did you get here?"

You tried to think backwards, but your memory was getting hazy. "I… I don't know. I just woke up here. In the forest."

The fairy chuckled lazily. "That might be my doing, love." 

Your eyebrows furrowed. It was like you had to fight twice as hard just to think. "What, you brought me here?" 

He shrugged. "Maybe. What does it matter? Come over here." 

At his words, you felt a tug deep in your abdomen, as though he'd hooked an invisible scythe to you and was pulling. 

"What if I don't want to?" you asked, though your own words startled you. Where did they come from? Of course you wanted to get closer to him.

He laughed, bigger this time, his smile meeting his eyes. "Oh, don't be silly. Come."

You didn't register yourself moving, but suddenly you were in front of him. You loomed above him, as he lay on the rock, though you still felt utterly powerless.

"What can I call you?" you asked, then felt silly for asking. 

"Hyunjin," he said. It sounded like his first time speaking the name. "You can call me Hyunjin."

"Have you hypnotised me, Hyunjin?"

He raised his hand, his index finger landing on your lips. "Shhh. Look up at the sky, my darling."

You ignored the electric tingle in your lips, and followed his direction, reluctantly tearing your gaze from him and tilting your head up. Through the trees, with their rose and peach-coloured leaves, you saw. 

"Purple. It's - the sky is purple." 

"That's right, sweetheart, well done." You could hear the smile in his voice as he praised you, and you didn't dare look at him in fear you'd fall deeper. "And the clouds?"

"So pink," you murmured.

"Do you want to feel the way those clouds feel?" He had dropped the violet he'd been twirling between his fingers, his hands laying to rest on your waist instead. 

There was nothing you could do but nod.

"Then come here, my sweetheart. Let me help you get there." 

He spun you around, and you were sitting between his legs on the rock. It didn't feel hard beneath you, somehow. It was like sitting on a cloud. Hyunjin's hands moved from your waist, his fingertips sliding under your shirt and dancing across your tummy.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath tickling your ear. 

It was difficult for you to check in with how you felt; your mind and body felt so disconnected. Not in a bad way, not at all. You just felt… far away. "Light. I feel light."

"I can make you feel better than you've ever felt before. Would you like me to do that?"

You didn't even need to think about the answer. You needed it. "Yes please, Hyunjin."

All of a sudden, your shirt was coming off and your bare back was pressed up against Hyunjin's chest, soft but firm. The air was warm on your skin, and you didn't know if the flowery, powdery scent was coming from Hyunjin or the flora around you, but you were enamoured with it. 

His hands made you feel tiny. You looked down and watched as they cupped your breasts, squeezing them. He found your nipples and pinched them, rolling them between his fingertips. It sent shockwaves throughout your entire body, and you could barely breathe. You choked at the feeling, feeling as though your chest were collapsing - it was more than you could ever possibly handle. The tingling sensation was so warm, stronger than a thousand orgasms and all he was doing was tweaking your nipples.

"Breathe, darling," he urged you. "In and out." 

You steadied your breathing, grounding yourself, focusing in on the pleasure bursting from within you. "What are you?" you panted.

"I'm yours. That's all you need to worry about."

Hyunjin dipped his head, his nose bumping against the skin below your ear. It traced a line downwards, right into the sweet spot where your neck ended and your shoulder began. He kissed you, making you moan out loud with just his plump, pink lips. 

His fingertips made their way down your torso, tickling your tummy and passing over your hip bones. When did you become naked? you wondered. In all honesty, you didn't really care. Hyunjin's fingers were dancing across your pubic bone, then reaching between your thighs, spreading them. You hooked them over his own legs, fully spread for him. 

"Oh, look at you," he whispered, chin on your shoulder. He spread your pussy lips, exploring what you had to offer. 

"Am I pretty?" you asked, heart racing.

"Prettier than every flower I've ever seen," he agreed.

He plunged two of his slender fingers inside your pussy, and you writhed under his touch, throwing your head back against him. It was more intense than anything you'd ever felt before. You couldn't handle it, yet at the same time you wanted to stay here, feeling this way, for the rest of your life.

"How are you doing this?" you whined, your body thrashing with each pump of his fingers. He was playing with your g-spot so accurately that the pleasure almost hurt. It was beyond overwhelming. Nobody had ever made you feel like this before.

Hyunjin only laughed in response, kissing your neck again. "Are you enjoying it?"

"Y- Oh, fuck, yeah," you stammered. The pleasure was so immense that it felt like one ongoing orgasm. When did you start cumming? you wondered. And when would you stop?

"Do you want more?" There was a mischievous lilt to Hyunjin's voice. 

"Are you gonna fuck me?" you asked, equal parts terrified and excited. You could barely handle two fingers, how would you possibly tolerate his dick?

He picked you up effortlessly, laying you back on the flat bed of the stone. You watched as he unbuttoned his blouse (the last few buttons that were hanging on, at least) and unlaced his skirt. His skin almost sparkled in the sun, bright and dazzling. His pecs, his toned abdomen, his waist, his hips, his… his dick.

"What is that?" you asked, voice hoarse. You stared at it, wide-eyed. It was long, must have been twelve inches at the very least. The tip was pale pink, a broad mushroom bulging at the top of the shaft, with the prettiest little slit at the top. The shaft just went on and on, delicate lavender veins twirling around it, all the way down until it met his balls, hanging softly beneath. "It's beautiful."

"I know," Hyunjin said with a smile.

"I… I can't take that, Hyunjin. That's too big, I'm… I don't know who you've fucked before, but I'm just a human. It's too much for me." 

Hyunjin ignored your slightly panicked babbling, hovering over you where you lay. His long blonde hair fell into your face, tickling you. "Look into my eyes." 

You did so. They were black, at first glance. Until pale lilac streaked through the pools, softening them. Rosy pink tones joined the mix, marbling the colours. You felt immediately calmer, pure relaxation flooding your system.

"Three…" You felt Hyunjin spread your legs. You didn't look away from his eyes.

"Two…" You felt him bumping at the entrance to your pussy. He lay his forehead against yours, and all you could see were the swirling colours. Hyunjin disappeared, the forest disappeared. 

"One." 

The feeling was back - you were cumming again. His dick was inside you - how far inside, you didn't know. It could've been a single inch, for all you knew, or it could've been the whole thing. He could be gutting you with it this very second, tearing apart your insides, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. His dick was even more magical than his fingers. 

"Does that feel okay?" he asked. At his words, he came back into frame - you could see again. His expression was so calm, not a single crease or line across his porcelain-perfect face. 

"Good - feels good," you said with a nod. "I - am I cumming? Have I been cumming this whole time?"

"Of course, darling."

"Are you inside me? All the way?" 

Hyunjin gave you another gentle smile. "Why don't you look?" He sat up, and his slender frame was no longer obscuring your view.

You had no idea what to say. He was inside you - to the fucking hilt. It didn't make sense, he shouldn't fit inside you so easily. There shouldn't be such a lack of resistance. Logic said that he should surely be perforating your cervix at this length. 

Logic? Logic was out of the window. You were laying on a stone, in a forest clearing, making love to the most beautiful being you'd ever seen. You were experiencing a continuous orgasm so strong that you could barely feel your body, yet at the same time you could feel it immensely. 

Hyunjin pulled his dick out of you, slowly, until just his mushroom tip was left inside. The shaft was dripping, coated in your cream. He thrusted back into you gently, further and further. You felt him deep inside you. He just kept sliding further, impossibly deeper. Your tummy bulged, and you could see the glow of his cockhead inside.

"I don't understand," you mewled, spit dribbling from the corner of your lips.

Hyunjin caressed your cheek. "Stop trying to understand. Just feel." 

You reached out to touch him, your hands exploring his skin. You touched his shoulders, so strong yet so soft, the muscles bulging beneath your hands. He felt like a cloud. You touched his face, his perfect pretty face, his expression remaining unchanged as you sobbed beneath him. How could he be so calm?

"Does-" you hiccuped. "Does it feel good for you? Hyunjin?"

"Yes, sweetheart." His voice was still, even as he was fucking you. "I don't do things that don't feel good."

You felt as though you were on top of the fucking world. You felt unstoppable, untouchable. You were making this man - this creature, this fairy - feel good. Your mind floated away from you. He hadn't lied; you felt just like the bright pink clouds in the sky.

"Do you love me, Hyunjin?" you asked, silly grin on your face. 

Hyunjin looked at you blankly. "In a way." 

He wiped your cheek with a single finger, following the tracks your tears had painted. "Your tears are so pretty." He lifted the finger to his lips, licking it. He threw his head back, closing his eyes tight, the first real display of pleasure you'd seen from him.

"Are - Are you gonna c-cum?" you asked, choking out each word. 

"Yes, my darling," he said, and you heard just a slight strain to his voice. "I'm going to cum." 

You gripped his biceps, steadying yourself. He looked deep into your eyes. Those gorgeous, ever-changing orbs disappeared from your view, the pinks and purples and blacks evaporating. His eyes were solid white, and held more emotion than you'd seen from the man so far. His eyebrows furrowed deeply. He was cumming.

You quickly realised that you hadn't been cumming this whole time - this was the peak. You felt his ethereal cock cum inside you, felt his seed spurt out of his slit and into your pussy. There was an impossible amount, flooding your body. It tingled, made your pussy throb in ways it never had before. Your entire body was on fire. 

"Thank you, love." He pulled out of you, and you whined at how empty you felt. You swore you'd feel empty until the day you died, if you never felt his cock again. 

His cum was spilling out of your pussy. You frowned, wanting to keep it all inside you, a memento of your time together; but your discontent couldn't last long. It was entrancing. His cum wasn't white but silver, and glowing. It was more like smoke than a man's seed, curling out of you and flying away.

"Don't worry, darling," he spoke with a smile. "There's some inside you, still. Deep inside." Could he read your mind? Had he been reading it this whole time?

"What happens now?" you asked, a sudden panic gripping your chest. "Will I see you again?"

Hyunjin grinned at you. His teeth looked sharp, pointed. You didn't blink, not even when your eyes burned. You couldn't look away for even a second, you had to absorb the sight of him. His glowing skin, his angular jaw, his now-white eyes. His pale blonde hair, cascading in waves down his back. 

He leaned in, and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Goodbye, love."

And with that, as suddenly as he appeared, he was gone.

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hello Elle!

can I request for cat!jay X puppy!reader?

Could you also make it like an office theme (sorry if I'm asking for too much 😭)

-❄️anon

Jay walked into the building, looking around as his little tail giving him away whilst it flickered around. You and Jay have been having this little cat and mouse game for a couple of weeks now.

Little butt slaps and little hair pulling here and there, Jay and his little kitten instincts liked the playful attitude you had, not to mention the body you had, your hips had curves and you hair was perfect for him to grip.

Your eyes sparkled and when you had to look at him to speak to him, the puppy reminded of how wrong it is to be fucking you.

Not that you were married but you were his assistant for fucks sake! He’d get fired if anyone knew. Yet..here y’all were..

Jay groaned as he pushed your head further down to force his penis down your throat, pulling tears out of your eyes as you were being a good obedient pup.

“Just like that baby..” Jay moaned out as his hips bucked.

His ears picking up every single slobber or juicy sound that your pink mouth made..

You multitasking and humping against his leg as you sucked him off, he couldn’t get enough, he didn’t think he ever would.

“Fuck baby..” he’d grunt out as your slimy lips rutted against him, your tail just easily brushing against his desk, he gripped your hair (like usual) and pulled you off.

“A-am I doing good?” You looked at him as you asked for validation. Not flat out but he could hear the need for his validation you so desperately wanted.

“Doing just fine pup..but I need to feel you..”

He pulled your hips in and sat you on his desk, the big window behind him wouldn’t hide the way the sun made your pussy glisten.

He took a finger and ran it through your folds, then bringing the slick to his own mouth and licking it off as his ears perked up at the lovely taste his buds picked up, he let out a groan and started to purr.

“Always tasting so sweet for me?”

“I-I’ve been eating more pineapple..”

He chuckled at how adorable you were, you always read things about how to make yourself taste better or even look better, he saw your whole search history.

“I know..”

“But nothing is sweeter than your tight walls around me babe.”

To that he pushed his mushroom shaped head past your entrance which made you whimper, the stretch always making you whine and cry.

“Shit! Too big!”

“You can take it doll..you always can..” he whispered against your neck, licking and purring against it.

You shook your head whilst clamping down on him. You could barely take him in your mouth let alone the feeling of his tip spearing into your cervix, you didn’t think it was possible for someone to push past your cervix but fuck! It felt like he could do it.

“Yeah that’s right..be a good little pup and take me..” he purred.

You were so sure he’d broken your walls by now, the force he had was impeccable. Looking at his body, his half unbuttoned white shirt and dress pants that had the belt hanging to free his big, throbbing cock.

That cock. His cock. The pretty tip and the thic-

“Jay! Fuck I’m cumming!”

He groaned again and spurt his seed into your pussy, letting his load seep into your fuckhole.

The thickness, the way it could make you cum so fast, the amount of dildos you’ve bought to imitate the feeling his dick provided had you broke. Hence why you were here in the first place.

Okay so this is the best I can do for now! If you want any changed lmk!! Mwah mwah!! 💋

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