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the stupids... they are very dear to me even though i hate them sometimes. its okay to hate them i think, i've been grappling with a lot of emotions lately and some pertaining to them and i've changed a lot of their lore to make it more comfortable for me to talk about. it's made me feel better at least. idk !!!!!! i'm going through a lot of life changes and im having tomake big decisions and all i want to do is disociate all dayso i live vicariously through lily. this is her listening tohim talk without having to think of anything to respond with so thats nice for her. love love
if i could go back in time, the only thing i'd change about my friendship w kai is that i’d find them sooner !!
HAPPY KAIMIRA ANNIVERSARYYY !! i am told this was meant to be a surprise for the day itself but kai is not good with keeping secrets so we are a bit early hehe @cryoculus i mention you on here constantly because you are my undisputed GOAT thank you for being there with me through glazing and complaining and literally whatever life throws at us .. to many more years of kaimira 🥂
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a super duper big massive thank you to @kazucee for drawing lamb!lily and her big golden lion!!! cee… this is literally the most gorgeous n cutieful commission in the whole wide world!!!! you drew lamb!lily exactly how i pictured her in my head.. oh my heart, i can’t thank you enough!!! 🤍
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"Be not afraid," had said the statuesque creature garmented by enormous wings and pale gossamer. His voice was sonorous, as pacifying and rich as it was potent and reverberating. With only those words, you regarded him briefly with reverence before you were ensnared by terror.
You'd narrowly escaped the path of a drunk driver who had run a red light. The car came so close, in fact, that you smelled leaking gasoline and burning electricity, felt the heat radiating from the engine beneath the hood, which had been crushed inward as though the driver had just wrapped a pole and just kept pushing it deeper.
The front end of the car had caved around this creature, yet he remained unfaltering and unscathed; whereas, the driver had been so destroyed from the waist down that you could not discern what was blood and gore, or debris from the car.
He had told you not to be afraid, but you remembered screaming until your eyes rolled back and you collapsed from the shock of it all.
From that day onward, it was seldom that the creature—your guardian angel, as you'd convinced yourself to believe he was—left your side. Even when he refused to show himself to you and others, his wings made the faintest rustling sound, just as fluttering insects would sound too close to your ears.
It was his way of letting you know that he was always near. Always waiting. Always prepared to save you from whichever misfortune swept your way next. Oddly, you'd noticed something else apart from his invisible closeness: it was the vast transformation of your life and your good luck overall.
Before, it had always felt like the universe held a vendetta against you and your ways. Where there was meant to be sunshine, there would be rain. When your coffee was meant to be hot with almond milk, it was lukewarm and full-fat diary.
Credit given to others for your hard work; subsequent harassment and gloating from the thieves. Friends turning foe. A long, unending string of unfaithful partners. Sometimes these mishaps were small in the grand scheme of things, but often they happened concurrently and seemed enormous; inescapable suffering for reasons you couldn't understand.
You started blaming it on karmic justice. Started to compare yourself to Sisyphus with his immense boulder, his perpetual upward struggle—only in yours, you could find no happiness.
But then the angel came and it all stopped. The thieves died of alcohol poisoning and accidental overdose with sleeping pills. They would've felt terror beyond comprehension as their respiratory system seized and hearts stopped beating. The awful friends were maimed by pets; the terrible lovers brutally mauled by exes.
"Things have been amazing!" you blurted to a friend sitting across from you at a table. After weeks of scheduling and rescheduling, you were able to meet at a café for lunch, crunched in between your shifts and hardly relaxing. "I recently got promoted, finally! It's taken me years to get this position. The boss really likes my ideas. Anyway, have you heard anything from A.J.?"
"Abby? She's—Jesus. They found her stabbed to death a couple weeks ago. How did you not know?" There was cutting bitterness in the way your friend spoke just now, the soreness of an open wound doused in liquor. "I think you let all your new success go to your head. That's really shitty of you."
You'd been treading rather capriciously in your friendship with Abby and this one as of late. The awkward meetups, the invitations dwindling, and the group chat a turning into a hollow space. Even now, you weren't sure what had changed—who had changed and why.
"Hey, come on, I'm—I'm sorry. None of us have really talked much lately, and—" your gaze suddenly became frantic as you noticed the angel had showed himself behind your friend, barely concealed by greenery which hung in thick tendrils with heavy leafage from the ceiling—"I—I, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say…"
The beautiful thing in gossamer smiled serenely at you as he reached two pale hands down the sides of your friend's head. Time slowed as his long fingers splayed wide, stretching across the entire surface of your friend's face before her head was twisted around, neck cracking as it snapped.
As the angel let your friend's backwards skull fall forward into a bowl of tomato soup, you could do nothing but look at the scene, at the "angel" grinning at you, at the friend's face staring up at the ceiling.
⸺ ⟢ blade x fem! reader. pussy jobs. minors do not interact. soaking with blade in the hot springs. a little teasing and such but mostly just something to feed my friends. this is a little rushed so i apologise (i wrote this with one hand honestly).
⸺ ⟢ wc. 2.1k words.
You can just about make him out even from this distance. Perhaps it’s the sheer size of him, the mass of Blade’s muscled back and shoulders easily drawing your attention even as you slowly approach him from behind.
It had been your idea, to stop over in the hot springs while you were both nearby— hoping to lose yourself in a good, warm soak after all of your muscles were screaming at you for a break. Blade hadn’t put up much of an argument about it, and perhaps it’s because you think he could do with the soak too. Either that or he was just happy to oblige your request, but you’re not curious enough to question him on it.
Not when you get to admire the way the damp press of Blade’s hair clings to back of his neck, his body sinking lower into the warm water as you feel the warm air begin to brush over your own nakedness.
You try your best to stay as quiet as possible, even as you slowly creep over the cobblestone that leads you towards where he is, hoping that you may reward yourself with a few more seconds of being able to admire him unnoticed.
But you know Blade hears you, as he always does, acknowledging you with a subtle turn of his head as if his ears are perking up at your approach. He doesn’t move nor shift though, akin to the way a predator might remain still as to not alert their pray.
But if you’re the prey, you seem to be giving yourself up quite willingly.
It only takes a few more silent steps before you come to the lip of the springs, face to face with Blade and immediately you can feel it aswell as see it— the undisguised desire, hot and earnest in his eyes as he takes you in. He’s shameless in his admiration, much as you are to him.
Every look is slow and hungry, and the unwavering admiration is enough to make you shake when you take that first trembling step into the springs to join him.
Blade doesn’t miss a moment of it, not when he can watch how the water line clings to your breasts and molds to your bare straining nipples as you take a breath in. He watches you sink all the way down into the water, until you sit on a ledge at the other end of the spring where your thighs squeeze together and make an alluring, not so mysterious y-shape hiding your center from view.
It’s deliberate on your part, the distance. A detail that you know Blade won’t stand for, especially given the way his gaze is already devouring you completely. But it gets you the reaction you hope for almost immediately; a drop in Blade’s brows, a heat of something darker in his gaze and his jaw tightens before you speak.
You wave your hand through the water, transfixed by the ripples it creates beneath your touch, the shapes reaching all the way across to your lover at the other side.
“How does it feel?” You ask after a moment, “Better?”
“Mmph.” Is all Blade offers, stubborn. But it only makes you feel all the more playful, admiring the way his broad, scarred chest rests above the water.
His voice is much deeper when it calls your gaze back, and his huge body shifts. “Something wrong?”
“Nope.” You answer too quickly, tilting your head. “Why do you ask?”
“No reason.”
“Is something the matter with you? You’re scowling.”
It takes Blade a second to respond, you watch the lines of his neck and arms flex before he’s relaxing again, and your brows rise at him.
“Come.” He grunts, obviously unamused as he motions to a place by his side. “Closer.”
“This isn’t close enough for you?”
You swear you see the muscles in Blade’s jaw clench.
“No.” He grinds out.
“Are you sure? I thought maybe you’d appreciate some alone time.”
“Don’t toy with me, girl.”
You can’t help yourself, can’t help but rile up the same man many would consider to be a weapon because you see the way he looks at you, notice the way his heavy, half-hard cock is already twitching beneath the surface of the springs.
You could keep going for longer if you wanted, but there’s a part of you that doesn’t want to deny yourself of what awaits you either. Not when you can see the way the temperature of the springs have caused parts of Blade’s features to take on a pink flush, and his chest is rising and falling with his deep breaths.
It’s mouth-watering. So although prematurely, you find yourself closing that distance in only a couple of steps— perhaps driven by your own eagerness as Blade spreads his legs a little wider in anticipation.
You take your new seat by his side before giving him a look.
“Better?”
Blade returns it with one that’s equal parts unamused and full of desire before he motions with his eyes again. To himself this time.
“Here.”
And without a second thought, you do as he says.
Blade sinks into the warm water as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and climb on top of him, placing your knees on either side of his hips as you situate yourself down. Too close to his hard cock for it to be accidental, but he’s more than eager to have you slink into his lap and rub yourself against him.
His body feels like silk beneath you, water sloshing as you feel the first silky grind of his hard cock split through your folds before it’s catching on your clit, making you gasp and moan at the wet, tacky sound that follows.
His eyes all but burn through you.
“How about now?” You ask in a dreamier voice. “Is that what had gotten you so upset?”
“I have no patience for your games.” Blade grunts and grips your waist as you shamelessly rub your pussy across his cock beneath the water. “Teasing me is a bad habit of yours.”
“I thought you liked that about me.” You giggle, but it breaks off into a moan with the next clumsy thrust of your hips, the shaft rolling languidly through your split folds in a way that makes your toes curl.
It’s incredibly intoxicating, the feeling of Blade’s larger body beneath yours accompanied by the temperature of the springs. He feels so rough and safe and warm. You whine his name, nuzzling down into his damp hair and you feel his mouth catch on your soft breast as you lean yourself back to offer him more of it.
Blade’s mouth works at you tirelessly, lapping and kissing at your perked nipples until your thighs quiver, accompanied by the lurid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap as he mindlessly helps you rock back and forth along the length of him. He presses along your lips and the bump of your clit catches on his swollen cockhead, making you both twitch and your whole body jolts when he nips at your tits with his teeth.
“You’re disobedient. This will not end well for you.” He murmurs against your breasts, full of want.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge.”
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning into your own arm with a lazy, lewd swirl of your hips. Blade’s brows come down as his kisses find their way to your jaw, lips parting to grind out another groan and tease skin with teeth while his rough hands curl into the plush softness of your ass.
You press slow, soft kisses against his forehead, down over his nose and mouth and neck, following the valley of each scar, old and new. Blade lets his head fall back and a deep, guttural growl vibrates against your lips. “Know your limits.”
You pet his shoulders and chest, hum in question that’s way more convincing than it should be for just one sound, and ask in a sweet tone, “And if I don’t?”
“Then when you surrender it will be amusing. Do not test me.”
The depth of Blade’s gaze, accompanied the deep tone of promise in his voice almost burns you, making your pussy twitch from where you’re pressing hard against him. You moan, your toes flexing as they curl up behind you and your nails dig into his arms.
You feel his cock throb at the eagerness of your movements, and then he’s helping grind you against him again.
But it’s almost too easy for Blade to make you into a mess. To make you whimper and keen, peering at him with your forehead against his.
The soft bouncing motion of your body on his cock alongside the saccharine rub of his skin against yours makes you feel delirious. The humid air of the springs fills your lungs with your next inhale, and your breaths turn to rushing pants that make your head spin.
But you can tell that Blade’s enjoying pushing himself up against you, to help you bob and thrust across the length of his cock while you struggle to keep his pace. The catch of his sensitive head and folds of his frenulum against the plush, slick petals of your pussy makes it easy to forget about his prior warning, to ignore the way water splashes over the edge of the springs, to not be affected by what would be embarrassment if anyone were to choose tonight of all nights to indulge in a warm soak.
You feel Blade slip down low in the water, applying pressure to a different angle all while he luxuriates in simply letting you ride him and take your pleasure and give him his. All while he gets to watch your breasts bob and your eyes flutter.
But it’s all too much, too much when the head of his fat cock is pressing through your folds just right and his huge palms are grabbing at your ass to ease himself through it. His hands are pulling you apart, spreading out your pussy from behind to make sure you can’t run from your fate and it makes your heart kick at your chest, you’re beginning to feel boneless above him.
“S-slow down…” You crumble, pleading against Blade’s jugular, but your hips never stopping their hypnotic motions. His chest jumps with an inhale.
“This is what has become of you?” There’s an air of something dark to his tone, his lips smearing against your cheek as he wills your body to keep moving. “Is this all it takes to whittle away one’s resolve?”
Your choked moans of Blade’s name ratchet up in pitch, but squeeze down to a whisper, almost like your whole body is twisting up. He gathers you close and squeezes strong arms around you, you’re gripping tight to the back of his neck and hair while he’s helping hitch your hips impossibly closer to his with a slap of flesh against water.
It’s all too much, the way the tendrils of your orgasm rush towards you with reckless abandon, the pleasure mixing with the rising temperature of the hot springs only making you more lightheaded and pliant. Blade takes in the almost helpless look on your face and all but craves to devour it; mouth smashing onto yours when your head falls forward to allow him the reach.
It’s an intense haze of messy kisses and moans, hands wandering and squeezing, shared growls and shivers despite the heat. The head of his cock catches on your hole, and you moan at the way the simple contact is enough to tease you with the stretch. It makes something grasp deep and agonizing in your gut at the hint of what you could have, hunger rushing fast and quick through his blood as you feel Blade’s cock throb and thicken against you.
“Please…. I—“ Your lips curl, legs shaking as your body bounces against his, you’re so desperate for him to just slip deep inside of you.
But before you can shift your hips just enough to position yourself to allow it, Blade grabs at you— deliberately applying pressure to your clit with the next tangible press of his cock through your folds.
“Not yet.” He almost barks, voice wound tight and cock throbbing as he holds your bleary gaze. “First, I will make something else of you.”
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can you enlighten me as to whether ur yuan is as hairy as the man in this photo ????? is it more fine .... coarse .. are the hairs straighter ?? do you feel the friction of it against ur clit when u roll ur hips against his ?? or is he cleanshaven ??? only u can answer me and if u dont karasu says he’ll divorce me in a weeks time . THANKS SO MUCH
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