note: Recently found human Payakan fan art and 😵💫 he’s so fiiine. Suggestive content. Monster fucking (??). Na’vi!tulkun x reader. Bear with me on this one please, character building was complicated.
There was no telling what it was, but it barely mattered when it was fucking the inhibitions out of you with its mouth. You should be ashamed of how easily you left yourself go, especially for this creature, one so unrecognizable and foreign.
It was so handsome, silver hair reflecting its royal blue skin, so dark that it almost looked black. Sporting eyes and patterns of tulkun, while the rest seemed built similar to the Na’vi.
A spotted face peaked from in between your trembling thighs, each drag from its ribbed tongue on your cunt sent you spiraling into the sand beneath you.
“ Oh, Eywa! “
Screams and profanities filled the midnight air as you writhed unable to help yourself. It was too much, too inside of you, your body too aware of the sensations traveling across itself.
It loved the way your cunt leaked so heavily around it’s tongue, lapping away at every drop as if careful not to waste any. You’re even more horrified when your body subconsciously jerks forward, demanding it to continue the assault it had on your insides.
Once more, you feel it curl around the right spots, even harder this time. Your friend eager to please and draw more sounds out of you. Feeling so close, the walls of your pussy desperately squeeze at its girth, searching for release.
Between the pad of its fin like thumb rubbing on your clit and the insistent licking inside of you, you lost yourself to the point of seeing stars. Your world was spinning, the vision of the moonlit shore fading to black as you rode out your high.
note: I headcanon that it’s deaf 🙏🏼 but can communicate through sign language and vibrations. I cant wait to write fluff for this.. thing.
Some concept art (by @/sully albums) that inspired this drabble:
I’m wasted while writing this, so if it doesn’t make sense I apologize in advance.
genre: dark humor, horror, comedy, smut, romance, a little angst, a little hurt/comfort (so basically a fever dream)
playlist: click here
all characters depicted are adults (21+)
SYNOPSIS 》 Lonely, unsatisfied with your sex life, and fed up with the world in general, you decide to summon a demon from one of your old grimoires. He turns out to be nothing like what you expected.
dark content ahead: noncon (fantasies, voyeurism), blood + blood play, autassassinophilia (death kink), fear play, gore (slight), pain play, violence, yandere
other warnings:denki has a massive, ribbed monster dick, forked tongue, and a shape-shifting tail he uses to fuck with, he’s also like eight feet tall, tagging knife play b/c denki’s tail has a barbed end
AUTHOR’S NOTE 》 This is a piece written in conjunction with my brilliant, beautiful, amazing co-author allie (@tomurasurinal) who has the biggest brain with the best ideas ever
DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE NOT AN ADULT. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING BOTH ADULT AND DARK CONTENT.
I went down a rabbit hole this summer researching romance novel covers and painting fanart in this style and
this is an EXTREMELY fun style to work in, and also
many of the most iconic romance novel covers you’re probably picturing when you think “classic painted romance novel cover” were produced by one prolific, masterful artist
Her name was Elaine Duillo, and she had a long and extremely productive career spanning from the mid 60’s to her retirement in 2003. She worked mainly in acrylics.
She did illustration work in other genres as well, but she really found her niche in romance novels. She pretty much redefined the aesthetic conventions of the genre, popularizing male models and male nudity and sexualizing men to cater to the female gaze in a way that simply wasn’t the norm before her work. You know Fabio? she’s the one who started using him as a model, and essentially launched his career. And honestly, just look at her work:
it is pretty hard to find solid statistics on wolf attacks, but as far as i can tell, wolves in north america kill way way way less than one person a year, which means that forces more deadly to us than wolves include: dogs, ice fishing, and getting crushed by a falling flat screen tv.
…further complications to trying to write non-ridiculous angst into a werewolf story
“you don’t understand…i’ve done things under the full moon that i can never take back…one time i ate a squirrel”
European wolves (before they were hunted into extinction in most areas) attacked humans purposefully a lot; it’s in the historical record.
North American gray wolves have a natural fear of humans and attack people very rarely, really only when threatened or starving.
So like, imagine, like, a divide between people who got infected with Old World and New World lycanthropy. One makes you this dangerous beast that sees humans as a viable food source an another makes you perceive humans as a threat. Imagine people getting it wrong!
Some shady paranormal group capturing a werewolf to use as security but it just runs away when people trespass.
Some hunters go deep into the woods to murder a werewolf clan for their pelts but it turns out they’ve isolated themselves so deeply because they have the European strain and none of the hunters survive.
New werewolves are so confused because the websites give conflicting advice: get yourself to your nearest national park when you’re about to turn and just let yourself run free; if you try to cage yourself the claustrophobia and the smell of people will make you panic and you could really hurt yourself or someone else.
vs
If you’re anywhere near human civilization you must make sure you turn in a closed space that you can’t escape from in wolf form or you’ll definitely kill someone. Just try to take a nap during the full moon, OK.
And they’re like, WHAT DO I DO WHICH ONE DO I HAVE?
on the subject of the global werewolf cultural divide, another update, per wikipedia:
Wolves from different geographic locations may howl in different fashions: the howls of European wolves are much more protracted and melodious than those of North American wolves, whose howls are louder and have a stronger emphasis on the first syllable. The two are however mutually intelligible, as North American wolves have been recorded to respond to European-style howls made by biologists (x)
+ a/n. the fic we didn't know we needed <3 venus and daisy are to blame. fuck y’all i swear
Of all the days Draken could pick to come into work late, he chose the one day you were visiting Inui.
Draken wasn't jealous- no, of course not. He was the furthest thing of it. In fact, he was happy for his friend. Inui had a bit of a tough time finding love so when you came along, all wide eyed and soft smiled, he could tell you'd be a good fit for the blonde. It was kind of cute to see too, the way Inui would beam at a text from you, trying to hide the smile and the blush that tinted his cheeks when you came around to bring him lunch or something he forgot over at your place. He was happy for the guy, he really was.
But that didn't stop him from taking a few glances at you every once in a while.
Draken couldn't help it, honestly. You were just too sweet. Soft and supple and gentle to the eye, you were like strawberry taffy and sometimes the guy just wanted a taste. He'd never dare tell Inui though. There were far too many things around the autoshop for Draken to get popped by-- yeah, they were friends, but Draken would never forget just how handsy Inui got with a metal pipe. He was not about to be on the receiving end of that beat down anytime soon.
So, Draken reveled in his arduous desires in secret. He sneaked glances at you, never lasting more than a second to disperse any suspicion. But Draken was an attentive man who remembered detail like his life depended on it. One glance was all he needed. He'd remember the swell of your thighs in those biker shorts you wore, the imprint of your pussy in them when you stretched and the hem of your shirt rode up. He'd remember the way your breasts bounced when you hopped up to greet Inui in that slightly suggestive dress that left a little of your cleavage open to a wandering eye. He absolutely remembered how your pretty panties stuck to your puffy lips under your skirt when you bent over just enough for him to get a glimpse. He remembered it all.
A part of him felt a little sick for his desires-- you're Inui's lover after all. But he couldn't help it, especially hearing the way you'd whimper and moan Inui's name the nights he had you over to their shared apartment. You two fucked for hours and Draken stayed awake for it all, cock in hand slick with precum. He imagined how you'd look speared on his cock, the way your puffy lips would spread to take his veiny shaft into your tight hold, the way your gorgeous lips would part and quiver to whimper out pleas of his name. Nowadays you were the only thing that even made him cum.
But he thought those fantasies would stay locked in his mind. He thought himself to be quite sly, a little secretive in nature. He didn't think that you'd caught on to his occasional glances and the way his mouth would water a little every time you came prancing into the shop with Inui's name on your sweet lips. He certainly didn't count on Inui finding out either. What a fool he was.
"Hey, Draken. You decided to come in after all, huh?"
Inui's casual tone was somewhat ill-fitting for the current situation. It was almost as if Draken hadn't walked into what he just walked into. It was like what was happening wasn't happening.
"Y-yeah, I did."
Inui chuckled, dipping down to whisper low into your ear. "Tell Ken hello, pretty girl. You don't wanna be rude do you?"
"Mm-nn."
"Then tell him hello."
The viscid sounds in the room greeted him before you could part your lips to do it yourself. "H-Hi, Draken."
You couldn't even talk properly and he didn't blame you. He couldn't either. Not with your pussy out and on full display for him to see like this.
"Good girl."
Draken swallowed. Yeah, his timing couldn't be more convenient.
Inui was sat on the workshop table with his legs spread, you sitting right in the middle of them. Your legs were spread, feet planted on either side of his thighs, panties dangle off one ankle and your skirt pulled up. Your pussy was drooling, clear slick coating the puffy lips, his index finger flicking around your clit with a steady rhythm the liable cause for your condition. Draken's eyes met yours for a split second and dropped down again, the second they did your pink little hole clenched up around nothing. God Almighty.
He couldn't hide his hard on if he tried. The damn overalls were baggy as hell but he was sure his cock could break through cement with how hard it was. His hand twitched at his side; he wanted to palm himself so bad but this was awkward enough as it is and he wasn't sure how okay Inui would be with his buddy just full on getting off to his girlfriend right in front of his face. Then again, since he was just kissing on your neck and cooing in your ear while playing with your clit, Draken figured Inui wouldn't be too mad about it after all.
"You wanna taste her, Ken? She's a lot sweeter than she looks."
The poor man didn't know when or how quickly he was on his knees but here he was. Kneeled inches in front of your weeping cunt. So close he could damn near taste you. Your heady scent filled his nose and he swallowed back a groan; no wonder Inui couldn't keep his hands off you. You even smelled good.
"She's pretty isn't she?" Draken couldn't tell if Inui meant you or your pussy. "Go on, taste her. Don't be shy."
Draken swallowed and leaned forward, flat of his tongue tentatively running between your tight slit. You gasped, nails digging into Inui's hand as he held you to his chest. Draken pulled away to watch your hole close up again; fuck. Inui wasn't kidding, you were sweeter than you looked.
He dipped down again, timidity fading away with each lick and suck on your pussy. At first his hand found purchase on the supple of your thighs- he wouldn't forget how they felt even in death- but the more those gorgeous sounds fell out your lips, tiny whimpers and skittish mewls and all, soon those fingers gripping onto your thighs would trail over your puffy lips and circle and prod at your entrance. His tongue flattened out against your clit as his middle finger tested its way in, and the drawn out soft squeal he earned when he finally entered you fully was fully worth his cautious ministrations. His other hand found itself pushing away every constraint around his cock until the thick shaft slapped free into the cold air of the store, eliciting a groan straight against your clit that earned him a similar one back. His thumb circled the tip before his whole hand wrapped around it, stroking slow in time with the way he fucked his fingers into you.
"Mm, fuck," Your head fell forward, lips parted as you watched the man between your legs lose himself. His eyes were closed, pretty lashes fanned across his cheeks, a mix of spit and your cum all over his face. In a way it was cute, you knew how bad he wanted you; both you and Inui did. Inui knew you'd fuck him too, so he let you tease his friend. It was funny watching Draken silently lose his mind at your antics. The least he could do was give the man a little pussy for his troubles.
"You wanna see how pretty she is when she cums?"
The words made Draken pull away, lashes fluttering while he tried to process what Inui just said. You clit throbbed, twitching visibly and he nearly came at that sight. He'd probably lose himself to see you actually cum.
"Yeah, sure."
His tone was breathless, his confirmation the only words that came to mind. What the fuck was he supposed to say? 'I dream of it every night so I'd love to see the real thing'? He wasn't that desperate.
But watching the way your mouth fell open even more with the way your lips and pussy parted to suck Inui's cock in damn near made him that desperate.
"Fuck, 'Shu."
Your brows furrowed and there was the cutest pout on your face, raw lips glazed over in smudged lip gloss and spit that escaped the sides of your mouth. One of Inui's hands found your shirt, pulling down the accursed thing- you didn't even have on a fucking bra. Your tits were pretty too, every fucking thing about you was pretty and here Draken was, damn near pussy drunk as he watched his friend fuck up into you, stroking his cock like some simp while imagining that was him.
Kendrick Lamar was right. Good pussy was rather dangerous.
"K-Ken, please,"
Your voice tore him out of his thoughts, hand still stroking his long cock. His eyes trailed back up to your pleading ones, glassy with tears threatening to fall at any moment.
"Wha.."
"She misses your tongue." Inui explains, still fucking into her slow. His voice was tight- likely because of how tight your pussy was. Poor man was probably trying not to cum. "She wants you again."
His eyes fell back to your pussy. Your clit was throbbing still, pulse beating through the tiny bud with every stroke of Inui's cock into your gooey hole. You were creaming like hell too, milky white substance damn near dripping down his shaft already. A part of Draken felt like he should've hesitated- how the fuck was he about to suck your clit while you were getting fucked by another man? Then again, the majority of him did not give one shit.
"Ken-ny!"
The nickname went straight to his dick as he moaned along with you, tongue circling your clit as it beat against the muscle. He was breathing hard through his nose, scent of your cum fueling him on, taste of your sweetness on his tongue rendering him damn near drunk. His hand moved faster and faster in tune with Inui's strokes, your moans mixing with Draken's in the air. His brows furrowed; he could feel it coming and he could feel it coming hard and fast. His thumb swiveled around his tip one last time, balls snapping and tummy clenching and-
"Kenny!"
You gushed in his mouth and his hips jerked with a loud groan tearing out of him. He came hard, thick spunk oozing out of him and over his hand, tainting his overalls. He didn't give one fuck either, not when you looked so cute and sounded so damn adorable crying out his name like that.
Inui breathed out a laugh, cumming not too long after Draken pulled away. The taller man watched in awe as both your juices mixed together dripped out around him, swallowing back a moan when Inui pulled out and everything drained out, your hole clenching on instinct. Fuck.
"Don't look so needy, Draken." Inui's lips stretched into a lazy grin. "Maybe next time I'll let you fuck her."
im still pissed off that birds get to spend their days flying about and cats get to sleep for 16 hours a day and im stuck dealing with capitalism and expectations
Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ yandere, dubcon, stalking, misogyny, manipulation, knotting, scenting, breeding, slight blood, implied background character death, kitsune!Atsumu, overstim
A/N: My (late) submission for the @hqintheclub yandere collab, which you can find the masterlist for here!! Thank you so much for commissioning this piece from me @bellanovas I hope you enjoy it!!
Thank you to @vanille–kiss @bohica160 @obitobrigade and @oneblonded for beta reading!! 💕
WC: 8.7K
The spirit world is blissfully hot today. The sun is bright, the cicadas are buzzing, and the humidity is laid thick in the air. Overhead a few hitodama float by, their translucent bodies gleaming pink and blue as they drift along with the slight breeze. The tall grass sways from side to side, the lazy, familiar dance it does every summer.
Laid atop a wall, tails dangling over the edge to tickle at the ground, Atsumu dozes, chasing the flicker of his dreams. He sighs, a great, full bodied thing and then sniffles. Furrows his brow. Twitches his nose. It’s a slow awakening: the flutter of his eye, the wrinkle of his nose, the flick of his ear. He blinks hazily, sleepily, the heat making every movement syrupy slow as he props himself up on his elbows. His yawn is loud, bouncing along the trees as he stretches, the folds of his yukata spilling apart a little more as he scratches idly at his chest.
“You’re awake. Thought you were gonna sleep all day.”
Osamu isn’t one to talk, lounging beneath a tree, a basket of fresh, white peaches beside him, their skin dusted with a rosy blush and fit to burst with sweet, cloying nectar.
“You smell that?”
“Smell what?” Osamu takes a bite and the thick, wet sound of his fangs piercing fruit fills the air. For a moment that’s all Atsumu can smell, the sugary scent of ripe fruit, but it fades away as his nose twitches again.
“That.” He gestures at nothing, sitting up a little taller, a little straighter as he blinks the sleep from his eyes.
“’S real helpful.” There’s another bite, another lip smack.
“Smells like…” Atsumu inhales deeply, chest expanding, ears flicking once more as he lets his eyes slide shut. He can see it, this faint cloud of scent winding through the air, drifting just above the ground, coiling teasingly in front of him. “Smells like human.”
