bro whoever tf this haithie girl think she is, just honestly stfu.
Claiming that a fic is YOURS when it actually was written by @yuutx is honestly pathetic. Then also REBLOGGING her works? Honestly, wtf is going through your mind?
I would know that its one of athenas works, because i get notifications whenever she posts and i was THE FIRST AND I MEAN IT TO LIKE AND COMMENT ON THAT KABUKIMONO FIC BUT IT WAS LATER DELETED DIE TO LACK OF NOTES. And haithie takes advantage of that and CLAIMS it to be her own works? What the actual fuck
Its so obvious its taken. The similarity of the layout with the heart and repost are rlly appreciated. Bro, you aint sly pooksters. Its honestly so embarrassing. Not even being able to write your own fics so you steal others and having the audacity to reblog the work.
AND HONESTLY, LOOK AT THE COPYRIGHT SHIT LIKE ITS ALL THE SAME
Figure 1 shows that the original post was made 5 days ago (as of time of writing), aka the 23rd of January.
Whereas Figure 2 shows that your post was posted on the 24th of January, 4 days ago, A WHOLE DAY after the original posts upload and deletion. Which gave to a whole days worth of time to write copy and paste it down and claim it was yours.
why is it your pinned?
now, below shows a screenshot of both works.
The left is the one from @yuutx, and the right is from you
and as much as i hate reading smut like this, i read through both to look closer, and
IT ISNT HARD TO SEE THAT IT IS THE SAME WORD BY WORD
not only is it word for word the same, you can tell by the littlest things;
the spacing between letters and hyphens
the formatting
you didn’t even bother to even change some things to make it even look different
(shown below in orange)
conclusion: if you didn’t need evidence by looking at the times of when the posts were uploaded, it’s obviously copy and pasted
I know I have nothing to do with it at all but what Haiti said last time is right, I went to check it out and if you let the date change in the publication—
warnings: pet play, collaring, leashing, cock/strap traditions, begging, cock/strap warming, cervix kissing, belly bulge, slight size difference if u squint, AFAB!albedo agenda lessgoooo
notes: actually thought of changing albedo for someone else for a second…
having an adorable pet who obediently stays seated on your lap as you deal with annoying paperwork is a dream come true, yes? of course it is! there’s a reason why you adore cats. sure, they can be a bit chaotic, a bit messy and a bit annoying at times too with how they just waltz into the room, create some ruckus and then walk back out.
but not this time. this time, you would have to discipline your kitty thoroughly, even as they whine so cutely, trying to move on your lap with your cock filling him up to the brim so nicely.
while it was an absolute heaven for you — to have your cute pet on your cock, just sitting there idly like the absolute doll he is, it has been torture for albedo. he has been cock warming you for hours already! and not once have you ever paid attention to him, talked to him or even acknowledged his presence! he had tried to bounce himself on your lap, to at least help himself out in pleasuring himself but you’ve been so mean as you squeezed his thigh as a warning.
“please… [n-name]? can’t you just pay some attention to me already?” the blonde alchemist whimpers out, uncharacteristically stuttering over his own words as he tries to grind himself down on you. he can feel your mushroom tips hitting his cervix, just snuggly staying inside his warm cunt and keeping him drooling and whimpering pathetically like an actual pet.
oh how badly he wanted to just move. he wanted to bounce on your lap so badly, he can even take care of himself! you wouldn’t have to anything here at all!
instead, he got no response from you other than the quiet scribbling of your pen writing up something on the document on the desk. that’s it, albedo’s taking it into his own hands. he won’t bother to wait for your answer or seek for your approval.
with that thought and sliver of determination to pleasure himself, the blonde alchemist slowly starts to bounce on your strap. dirty, wet squelching noises filling the room alongside his soft moans and the raunchy noises of plap! plap! resounding the room each time his soft ass met your crotch.
it felt good to finally gain some sort of pleasure. fucking himself on your strap, trying to fuck himself in the way that you exactly do so he can cum. but he just couldn’t. no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t get that feeling that makes his eyes roll to the back of his skull, makes his toes curl and shriek whenever you fuck his already puffy pussy so well.
it didn’t take long until you grew tired of seeing his pathetic attempt to ride you, hand reaching for the leash connected to the collar and tugging on it. immediately, albedo whined. back arching against your chest as he was forced to sit snuggly against your crotch yet again.
“w-why’d you do that?!” albedo hissed, struggling in vain attempt to at least grind himself to relieve some of the pent up release that’s been delayed long enough. however, you didn’t give him the satisfaction. instead, you pulled him up by the leash, bending him over your desk — slipping out your cock in the process and leaving the blonde whining like a cat in heat as his pretty glistening cunt clenches around nothing.
“couldn’t you have just waited for a bit to let me finish this damn paper? are you that impatient for me to fuck your pussy like a cat in heat, ‘bedo?” he can hear you grunt in anger, screeching noises of the chair being pushed being heard as he soon feels you right against him.
the moment albedo was about to retort with his own smart statement, probably arguing against you as well for good measure, his words die in his throat as a shriek escapes it instead. you thrusted your strap back inside his clenching cunt in one swift motion, hitting that spongy spot inside him that made his toes curl. it didn’t take long until you were fucking him good. hand still holding the leash to keep him in place bent over the desk as your thrusts easily fucked his gushy cunt.
“angh—! r-right there!! right therEECK♡︎ f-feels good… feels so sososogood♡︎♡︎ keep fu—unngh gvvck fucking me! just like this♡︎” the chief alchemist sobs, delirious as he feels the pressure of your large cock appearing and disappearing inside his stomach due to being laid flush over the desk. he wouldn’t mind having his cunt fucked by you like this if it meant that you would pay attention to him 24/7 and forget about those stupid papers.
toes curling, legs weakly dangling over the edge of the desk like he was just a cocksleeve for you to use, albedo found himself appreciating the collar and leash because archons, you use it so well as you move him to fuck himself back into your cock. it didn’t take long as albedo wails out your name, blunt nails raking against the wooden desk as he creams around your length.
such a cute pet he was. maybe he should, no he is definitely using the collar and leash again.
content | fluff, strangers to lovers kind of trope 🤞🏻 (maybe making a part two?)
cw | cursing
a/n | uhhhhh, I wanna learn skateboarding—
Thank you for 111 followers <3
Just finished up this one, thank you for 142 followers and thank you for reading‼️
a/c | @/HAMUKAERU666 on X (twt)
"Shit..." the indigo haired skater mumbled under his breath, while inspecting his knee. He just fell down while practicing a new trick on his skateboard, scraping his knee in the process. It's not like it was overly painful nor was it bleeding much. It's just 'fucking annoying', he thought.
He sighed and slowly stood up, careful not to put too much pressure on his wounded leg. Trudging over to the empty bench and letting his weight fall upon the old planks. It was late at night, dark with the only source of light being the yellowed light from the skatepark's lamppost.
Letting out another sigh, he leaned back against the bench and looked up at the starless night. "What a great sight to behold." he whispered quietly in a sarcastic tone, almost mockingly. He relaxed in his seat with nothing to really think about, before looking at his phone. It was midnight.
"Ow— not again!" he suddenly heard a voice cry out and a sound of what seemed like a skateboard crashing. He sat upright to look around and search for the source of the sound.
At this time around, almost no one was outside at this small skatepark. Skaters usually went to bigger ones, but Kunikuzushi wanted to be alone, which is why he always practiced here late at night. He didn't expect anyone else to be here as well this time around.
As soon as he spotted another person sitting on the concrete with a flipped-over skateboard next to them, he knew what had happened. They must have fallen off. Then he watched them stand up and dusting themselves off, before getting their skateboard to try again. Although they weren't good at what they were doing... not at all.
"What are you doing?" his sharp voice cut through the quiet night, successfully gathering your attention. You almost fell off again at his sudden intrusion. "I am trying to learn how to skateboard—"
"You're doing it wrong." he cut you off right then and there. He didn't sound nice at all, you thought, staring at him silently. You inspected his appearance with furrowed eyebrows, before spotting his injury. And as the benevolent person you are, you had to help him.
You got your backpack from the other side of the skatepark and quickly walked over to him. "You're injured." you remarked, putting your skateboard down beside him.
"Oh wow, I didn't notice at all— what are you trying to do?" he asked you, raising his eyebrow at you as you rummaged through your bag. Then you pulled out a disinfectant, bandaids and q-tips. "You can't just leave it like that, you might get an infection."
He silently watched you infused the q-tip with disinfectant, before looking at him with a sheepish smile. "This will sting... a lot." you warned him, before cleaning his wound. He hissed rather loudly through the process, the burn stinging quite a lot. But he knew that it would be better to clean his injury, not wanting to risk an infection, so he didn't protest.
"This will need bandages..." you thought out loud, rummaging through your bag again and getting everything you needed. Bandages, scissors and safety pins. "You need to straighten your leg." you say, gently pushing his leg up on the bench, before wrapping the bandages over his injury. He just silently complied, watching you do your magic. As soon as you finished, you secured the bandaged with safety pins, before putting your things back into your bag.
"Why do you have all this?" he asked you absentmindedly, inspecting his wrapped up knee. You did a pretty decent job. It wasn't too tight, but also not too loose and it felt comfortable.
"Uh... well, I just started learning how to skateboard and beginners... are prone to mistakes. And injuries..." you whisper the last part quietly, too embarrassed to admit how many times you've actually fell and injured yourself.
The indigo haired boy looked at you, before smirking a bit tauntingly. "I could see that. Your stance was off and you don't have any balance. You kept waving your arms around like a fool." he criticised you as an already advanced skater.
"You sound like my math teacher..." you grumble. Then you stood up and turned to him, a brilliant idea popping into your head. "How about you teach me? You're good at skateboarding, right? I helped you with your injury, so how about you repay me by helping me?"
"I didn't ask for your help though. I don't have time to waste on a beginner." he remarked, paying your words no mind and looking back up at the starless sky. "I'm sure you weren't any better when you first started out." you frowned, sitting down beside him and poking his shoulder. "C'mon! Help me out a little, please?"
You kept bothering him for a few minutes, before giving up and standing back up to practice a bit by yourself. He just watched you carefully as you failed over and over again, trying to not fall off the board. It was honestly getting painful just to watch.
You on the other hand didn't want to give up, your arms in the air as you try to balance yourself on the shaky board. When you were about to fall off again, you felt gentle hands gripping your hips and guiding you to stabilise yourself. You turned your head to see the pretty stranger holding you while letting out an exasperated sigh. He looked at you like you were some annoying pest, but he prevented you from falling down at least!
"You need to work on your balance first, before actually trying to skateboard." he remarked, fixing your posture. "Bend your knees a little... just like that. And don't hold your arms out like that, you look stupid." he proceeded to help you out since he had 'nothing better to do' and he 'rather not go home right now'.
He took his sweet time explaining the basics and the theory, while telling you what to do and insulting you when you failed to follow his teachings. It took a few tries, before you actually kind of got the hang of it, skating a few meters and turning back around, before getting excited over your small achievement. "I did it!" you cheered happily.
"You barely learned the basics yet..." he remarked, reminding you of the long way you'll have to go before being able to fully skate on your own. "It doesn't matter, I was able to skate a little without falling off completely!" you didn't let his pessimism ruin your moment, skating around him a little while trying to get the feel for the twists and turns of skateboarding. But then you realised—
"Wait— what time is it?!"
"Huh? 1:09am. Why?"
"Shit—!"
You hurriedly got off the board and went back to the bench to pack up your stuff, praying that your parents wouldn't be too strict about your curfew. "I'll have to go now, but thanks again for teaching me! See you around!"
"Hey, wait up—!" the indigo haired boy called out after you, but you were already out of earshot, running to get back home. He sighs, running his hand through his hair, before turning to get his own skateboard. "Didn't even catch your name." he mumbles under his breath, taking his things as well to leave.
At that moment, the clock ticked 1:11am.
'Maybe he'll get to see you again?' he thinks, maybe even wished, while looking back up at the sky once more.
content | fluff, strangers to lovers kind of trope 🤞🏻 (maybe making a part two?)
cw | cursing
a/n | uhhhhh, I wanna learn skateboarding—
Thank you for 111 followers <3
Just finished up this one, thank you for 142 followers and thank you for reading‼️
a/c | @/HAMUKAERU666 on X (twt)
"Shit..." the indigo haired skater mumbled under his breath, while inspecting his knee. He just fell down while practicing a new trick on his skateboard, scraping his knee in the process. It's not like it was overly painful nor was it bleeding much. It's just 'fucking annoying', he thought.
He sighed and slowly stood up, careful not to put too much pressure on his wounded leg. Trudging over to the empty bench and letting his weight fall upon the old planks. It was late at night, dark with the only source of light being the yellowed light from the skatepark's lamppost.
Letting out another sigh, he leaned back against the bench and looked up at the starless night. "What a great sight to behold." he whispered quietly in a sarcastic tone, almost mockingly. He relaxed in his seat with nothing to really think about, before looking at his phone. It was midnight.
"Ow— not again!" he suddenly heard a voice cry out and a sound of what seemed like a skateboard crashing. He sat upright to look around and search for the source of the sound.
At this time around, almost no one was outside at this small skatepark. Skaters usually went to bigger ones, but Kunikuzushi wanted to be alone, which is why he always practiced here late at night. He didn't expect anyone else to be here as well this time around.
As soon as he spotted another person sitting on the concrete with a flipped-over skateboard next to them, he knew what had happened. They must have fallen off. Then he watched them stand up and dusting themselves off, before getting their skateboard to try again. Although they weren't good at what they were doing... not at all.
"What are you doing?" his sharp voice cut through the quiet night, successfully gathering your attention. You almost fell off again at his sudden intrusion. "I am trying to learn how to skateboard—"
"You're doing it wrong." he cut you off right then and there. He didn't sound nice at all, you thought, staring at him silently. You inspected his appearance with furrowed eyebrows, before spotting his injury. And as the benevolent person you are, you had to help him.
You got your backpack from the other side of the skatepark and quickly walked over to him. "You're injured." you remarked, putting your skateboard down beside him.
"Oh wow, I didn't notice at all— what are you trying to do?" he asked you, raising his eyebrow at you as you rummaged through your bag. Then you pulled out a disinfectant, bandaids and q-tips. "You can't just leave it like that, you might get an infection."
He silently watched you infused the q-tip with disinfectant, before looking at him with a sheepish smile. "This will sting... a lot." you warned him, before cleaning his wound. He hissed rather loudly through the process, the burn stinging quite a lot. But he knew that it would be better to clean his injury, not wanting to risk an infection, so he didn't protest.
"This will need bandages..." you thought out loud, rummaging through your bag again and getting everything you needed. Bandages, scissors and safety pins. "You need to straighten your leg." you say, gently pushing his leg up on the bench, before wrapping the bandages over his injury. He just silently complied, watching you do your magic. As soon as you finished, you secured the bandaged with safety pins, before putting your things back into your bag.
"Why do you have all this?" he asked you absentmindedly, inspecting his wrapped up knee. You did a pretty decent job. It wasn't too tight, but also not too loose and it felt comfortable.
"Uh... well, I just started learning how to skateboard and beginners... are prone to mistakes. And injuries..." you whisper the last part quietly, too embarrassed to admit how many times you've actually fell and injured yourself.
The indigo haired boy looked at you, before smirking a bit tauntingly. "I could see that. Your stance was off and you don't have any balance. You kept waving your arms around like a fool." he criticised you as an already advanced skater.
"You sound like my math teacher..." you grumble. Then you stood up and turned to him, a brilliant idea popping into your head. "How about you teach me? You're good at skateboarding, right? I helped you with your injury, so how about you repay me by helping me?"
"I didn't ask for your help though. I don't have time to waste on a beginner." he remarked, paying your words no mind and looking back up at the starless sky. "I'm sure you weren't any better when you first started out." you frowned, sitting down beside him and poking his shoulder. "C'mon! Help me out a little, please?"
You kept bothering him for a few minutes, before giving up and standing back up to practice a bit by yourself. He just watched you carefully as you failed over and over again, trying to not fall off the board. It was honestly getting painful just to watch.
You on the other hand didn't want to give up, your arms in the air as you try to balance yourself on the shaky board. When you were about to fall off again, you felt gentle hands gripping your hips and guiding you to stabilise yourself. You turned your head to see the pretty stranger holding you while letting out an exasperated sigh. He looked at you like you were some annoying pest, but he prevented you from falling down at least!
"You need to work on your balance first, before actually trying to skateboard." he remarked, fixing your posture. "Bend your knees a little... just like that. And don't hold your arms out like that, you look stupid." he proceeded to help you out since he had 'nothing better to do' and he 'rather not go home right now'.
He took his sweet time explaining the basics and the theory, while telling you what to do and insulting you when you failed to follow his teachings. It took a few tries, before you actually kind of got the hang of it, skating a few meters and turning back around, before getting excited over your small achievement. "I did it!" you cheered happily.
"You barely learned the basics yet..." he remarked, reminding you of the long way you'll have to go before being able to fully skate on your own. "It doesn't matter, I was able to skate a little without falling off completely!" you didn't let his pessimism ruin your moment, skating around him a little while trying to get the feel for the twists and turns of skateboarding. But then you realised—
"Wait— what time is it?!"
"Huh? 1:09am. Why?"
"Shit—!"
You hurriedly got off the board and went back to the bench to pack up your stuff, praying that your parents wouldn't be too strict about your curfew. "I'll have to go now, but thanks again for teaching me! See you around!"
"Hey, wait up—!" the indigo haired boy called out after you, but you were already out of earshot, running to get back home. He sighs, running his hand through his hair, before turning to get his own skateboard. "Didn't even catch your name." he mumbles under his breath, taking his things as well to leave.
At that moment, the clock ticked 1:11am.
'Maybe he'll get to see you again?' he thinks, maybe even wished, while looking back up at the sky once more.
freminet always feels uncomfortable when he's praised, he doesn't think he deserves it, he hates it, and he especially hates it when you're fucking into him and forcing him to listen to your words of praise
his eyes are teary and he just wants you to keep fucking him, go harder and faster just make him forget about his life, but his sobs only come harsher when you start whispering to him in a sickeningly sweet tone
"such a pretty boy, doing so well...and taking me so good, isn't that right baby?" he'd shake his head so fast, drool gathering around his lips as your hips sped up "m not...!" he'd whimper out, sobbing out as you hit his spots that make him so crazy for you
he'd shake his head even if you continued "you are a pretty boy, you're doing so fucking well" he'd cry out and moan and he'd fucking hate it even though your words go straight to his cock, he aches under you and he bites his lip, refusing to speak
pull him by his hair and force him to look at himself in the mirror, make him stare at his sobbing reflection and his cock that bounced with each thrust of yours
slap him if he tries to look away, his thighs, his ass or his face, he'll like it no matter what, just keep those pretty eyes on himself, make him praise himself
"say it...say you're pretty boy, and you're so good at taking me, say it" his head shakes and his moans and sobs grow louder as you slap him again "don't you wanna be a good boy? if not... you're not gonna cum tonight" wrap a hand around his cock and squeezie it
his eyes will roll back and he moans in between each other "i-i'm... I'm a pretty boy...fuck! a-and....oh god, please please please....! i need to cum i need to cum..." he babbles on and on, he keeps repeating it "I'm a pretty boy...! fuck me harder please please!"
reward the poor desperate boy by pounding into him, his screams and moans are choked as he cums harshly, tiredly repeating his mantra, he's a pretty boy...and you'll make him realize that ♡
You are a ♛[princess]♛ as well as a ⚔︎[fighter]⚔︎
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