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[prevailinghatred]

[ earlier today... having a normal one, idly thinking abt m!a’s... ]

[ remembering the heat m!a that went around, and Mega's weird flip-flopping behavior that week with respect to his willingness ( or lack thereof ) to help those afflicted with it + how oddly important it is to him that he articulates exactly why he said no to Steamtrack when she offered it up that week, despite him having had some interest ]

[ thinks about how @tiris and I have mutually agreed my Megatron was the one that took their Optimus's seals. And how this happened when he was still Orion, and he was under the effects of a sudden onset heat. And this encounter was the first and only time they crossed that line. The only time that Orion ever told Megatronus that he loved him. And how after that encounter, they a.) never talked about it, b.) never were intimate again, c.) never evolved their relationship, and d.) worst of all Orion never said he loved him again. ]

[ thinks about how Mega internalized that behavior from him and took it to mean Orion was ashamed to have had sex with him, ashamed to have given him his seals, ashamed to have let himself be taken by someone of lower caste. ]

[ thinks about how Megatron nowadays is VERY CAREFUL to make sure his partners consent, are of sound mind, and really and truly want him. Because to him it’s almost. ALMOST. Mentally. Like he r***d Orion. Because he took "advantage' of him when he wasn’t himself. ]

[ thinks about the way that he.... really doesn’t want to be regretted again, by someone he cares about. He wants his memory cherished. And instead feels like, for the person that he loved most, he only did wrong by them. And there’s a lot of shame and defectiveness there. All he wanted was to be reached for again and again, and instead felt like the only reason he was deemed acceptable to Orion was because he was desperate at the time. ]

Me rn, realizing I Accidentally Gave Megatron Very Specific Sexual Trauma And Didn’t Realize It Until Now because he ( Megatron ) didnt talk to me about it during the heat M!A's circulating on dash:

[prevailinghatred]

@dailydoseoflogic @silenceofthewave

PRAISE BE TO DECEPTICON!!!

[kinq-sleazee]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 watashi wa star ✧₊⁺

　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

18+ | public sex , cockwarming, degradation, idol!sukuna, pop star! reader

♪ ༘⋆ i get money i’m a star, star, star, star …♪ ༘⋆

Sukuna whose mind was set on fucking you from the very beginning. From the time he’d heard that you were considering him, alone, as a feature for your breakout single. His dick was hard. The thought of you spreading your cute little cunt with those bubble gum pink nails for him was scintillating.

Long before the song was even recorded —when the label execs were still trying to hash out the finer details of your contract. He saw that fiery look in your eye when the label pleaded for you to reconsider. Literally begging you to choose the more appropriate twin—the one that complimented your core audience better. But you held firm , defiant as you locked eyes with him.

“That’s the point. I’m done with this goodie two shoes image! Fuck what Uraume says, I can be bad too !”

Sukuna really appreciated your dedication. Seeing you unlock your inner vixen during the video shoot was delicious. The way your scantily clad body twirled and whined around him. He loved how your pebbling nipples stretched the fabric of that cute little number. The way you crawled between his legs and rested your cheek on his thigh. He could how perfect you’d look with his dick stuffed down your throat—drool and his cum running down your chest as he continued to fuck into toy. Especially the little sounds you made when his hand “slipped” into less than appropriate places during your routine. His hands had a mind of their own. So if you were going to put your ass in his face. Who was he not to oblige ?

It had to look authentic right ?

And your hard work actually paid off because by then end of things you’d definitely convinced Sukuna that you’d love to fuck yourself stupid on his cock!

However the media wasn’t convinced.

Cringe

Trying too hard.

She’s finished. Hate that for her.

Why didn’t she choose Yuuji ?

The media reception to your upcoming project was less than stellar. That’s why Sukuna suggested a club appearance. A PR stunt like this could gather excitement and you might have some fun at the same time!

That’s why you were sitting in Sukuna’s section, perched on his lap, while he and his entourage threw bills and popped bottles in front of hundreds of adoring fans. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. Everyone except you. That’s because you were too busy trying to ignore the throbbing cock nestled in your womb.

“You should really loosen up, sweetheart. People are watching. Wouldn’t want them finding out , hmm ?”

The sound of his husky voice in your ear sends shockwaves to your pussy. You whine, walls clenching tightly around the man. He chuckles darkly before your rewarded with a subtle roll of his hips.

“Damn, baby. It’s almost like you want to get caught. You that desperate to prove you’re not a good little girl?”

The hand under your pleated mini skirt grips your thighs harshly. Blunt nails scrape at the skin. A sultry whine drawn out from the action. His other hand glides over your breast to slot against your throat. He squeezes lightly , leaning you against his chest as he turns your face towards his.

You open your mouth to respond but find your voice caught in your throat. Pure lust swirls in his scarlet irises. Heat starts to pool in your abdomen and you find yourself squirming against him. He’s been stretching you so good for so long. You just can’t him yourself. You want more.

Need it.

“N-need you , ryo”

Your voice is wrecked. It’s the best he’s ever heard you sound. Record that shit and you’d probably win a Grammy.

“Tch” Sukuna rolls his eyes, smirking at your pitiful state. “Since you don’t wanna be good for me, then I’ll guess I teach you what happens to brats”.

[fixer-png]

♱❣️♱

[cinnamo6]

Friendship’s not in the field manual.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!reader

warning(s): angst, no comfort (yet..)

a/n: trying my hand at a new format. Not proofread/probably grammar mistakes

You’re convinced Ghost hates you. Downright despises you.

Sad? Yes. Exasperating? Most Definitely.

Hard to be at the top of your game when you’re convinced your own Lieutenant thrives off your suffering. You were the new bright eyed rookie hacker for 141. Picking up where they fell short in the technical field. And yet somehow Ghost had managed to make you feel incompetent on good days, and just plain miserable on the worst.

You’d long accepted that he’d never like you, but that didn’t mean it didn’t bother you. Every single attempt to be friends was shot down. At least he wasn’t lying when he said he had a cold heart. It was unbelievably frustrating and you were reaching your limit.

And did.

That day you felt like the world was truly against you. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. Waking up feeling just plain awful was a great start for sure. Finally finding the strength to drag yourself to the kitchen only to somehow manage to spill coffee all over yourself and your belongings, tech included. The coffee was hot enough to leave a painful burn, and there was no doubt your laptop was completely destroyed. You tried not to cry on your way to the medbay, you felt pathetic limping to and from. The walk of shame indeed.

After cleaning up the rest of the mess and at least trying to salvage the rest of your belongings that fell victim, you decided a change of clothes would do some good. Your only priority now was to Avoid. Ghost.

The last thing you needed today was his shit.

Normally you could take what he dished out, but today whatever he had in store would most definitely destroy you. Which is exactly why you froze you heard heavy foot steps approach you. You didn’t need to look to know exactly who it was.

“Sergeant.” His tone made you wince.

You’d missed the mandatory meeting. He was really gonna let you have it.

You held your breath in preparation, and stared down at the floor.

Just hold it together and break down later.

“What? Can’t even look at me? Fucking pathetic.”

Hold it together. Hold it together. Hold it togeth-

“Look at me.”

As long as you don’t look him in the eyes you’ll be fine. You can do this. You’ll get out of this in one piece.

“In the eyes, rookie.”

Christ if he wasn’t so damn scary.

You somehow worked up the nerve to finally look at him and met instant regret. His eyes held so much anger, and knowing it was directed at you was terrifying. This man must really, truly, hate you.

You couldn’t stop the tears as soon as they began. You missed the way his eyes widened, even if only by a little bit.

“Why do you hate me?” You sobbed. “I just don’t understand what I’ve done wrong.”

He saw your hands shake as you frantically wiped your eyes, in a hurry to get away from the room, from him.

“Love, I-“ he started, but you had already disappeared.

Oh he fucked up. Big time.

[carnal-lnstinct]

🎲 and Broly

Don't know if I'm too late haha

2/3 - Prompt

A kiss to the back of the neck.

Warning: M/18+. MINORS DNI. explicit language

Broly thinks to himself, pushing his nose into the crest of your head and taking in your blissful scent. ‘Are you really just for me?’ He lets out a slow, deep breath and closes his eyes with the tenderest nuzzle in your hair as his hands find your curves, comforted by how real you are and the feelings that come with you being with him. That’s when your weight shifted, succumbing to the support of his large hands. You abruptly tensed as he brought you closer, his eyes reopening at the sensation.

Your breath shook as it left your lips, your head sinking and stopped only by the wall against your forehead. ‘Are you…mine?’ His lips move to plant a kiss against your scalp. Doing so, his arms moved further around you, peck after peck with an appreciative moan down the nape of your neck. The way it relaxed you, Broly moved a hand to cup the front of your neck to keep your skin close to his mouth. He didn’t want to lose the contact to fatigue, he needed his lips on your skin, close the way your ass sat plush against the base of his abs.

Even if it made your legs tremble and your feet restless trying to hold yourself in place, even when the choked whimpers started to become frequent, turning into a mantra of breathless swears.

Your body warred with itself, exhaustion vs ecstasy. Feeling the tremulous way you contracted around him, still tight and suckling from your last climax, your body just didn’t seem to want to let him go. And he didn’t want to let you go. The little breaks in between like this helped, but it just never seemed to be enough for either of you. From the way you feel him twitch against your insides and drench down your legs to the way his large tongue tasted the skin on your neck when his lips weren't enough and his strength effortlessly kept you in place, it would be a waste to leave such a blissful state.

[prevailinghatred]

Galvatron x Starscream ... based on plotted stuff with @tacticturn where Mega and Star were romantically involved before the plot of the G1 movie. When Mega is brought back as G, there's a tearful reunion... among other things plotted for the ship. ( 😏💍?? )

In my defense, my first time drawing robots w srsness + first time drawing digitally in actual months. 😭 I'll probably wind up digitally finishing this one over the next few days.

[lockburn-castle]

super

seventeen singapore "right here" world tour day 1

check out day 2 -> here

let me know if you want more content from the Singapore concert !

[respectless]

【 Promo 】

"Alright, let's get this shit over with... Ahem. Name's Velvette, social media overlord. The bitches upstairs wanted me to 'get connected', whatever the fuck that means, so 'ere I am, don't push your luck. You know the drill: no annoyance, no fashion faux pas, no trying to get my phone. Remember, I ain't opposed to cuttin' ya dick off if you try shit."

@unknown-ultimates, @i-spy-with-my-lethal-eye, @respectlcss, @sinfulxprincess, @mothvalentino @hells-ringleader @bartender-husk and anyone else. :)

[royalarms]

every couple of months i wake up and my fave OC is clogging my brain

[goetiae]

In the Green Witch arc, Sebastian presents a rather interesting book to Sieglinde when she requests to have something to read. The book is called The Family Physician, and it is in fact replicating a real medicinal work of the Victorian era.

The Family Physician: A Manual Of Domestic Medicine was published in London, England, by Cassell & Company in the year 1883. It is one of many books of this kind as at the time family manuals of medicine were becoming more and more popular. Of course, books were still rather expensive to print and were majorly available to the rich. As many were living in estates outside of the city centers and some traveled abroad, physicians were not always readily available. With that, more and more rich Victorians would rather have a book of medicinal remedies at home to "replace" a visit from a doctor.

The book Sebastian is showing in the arc is one of the later editions by the physicians of the London hospitals. The special edition Family Physician featured in the manga consists of four volumes and includes a diverse list of treatments for many types of illnesses.

Now, Yana does include two supposed remedies used in that book but only one of them is found on the pages: opium tincture. Laudanum was prescribed for various illnesses. As for the bacon, it is a real medical practice of the Victorian era but one recorded in The Successful Housekeeper (1888), not in this manual.

Sebastian has previously stated that he would get familiar with the medicinal treatment options of the time to assist Ciel with his health problems. We can safely assume that this handbook manual is used by him rather often to help young Lord during his various instances of sickness.

This book consists of multiple categories of illnesses that would take a long time to cover fully, but here are those that Ciel canonically either goes through or is likely to go through due to his known chronic condition (asthma):

Night Terrors

Asthma

Cold

Cough

Fever

The sort of treatment that Sebastian would put Ciel through, were he to truly follow the book, is bizarre.

Do not follow these instructions. They are highly outdated and do not follow any medical requirements. Herbs, plants, and chemicals mentioned in this post are highly toxic and should not be ingested or inhaled.

Night Terrors

Night terrors are recognized by Victorians as recurrent and relatively safe, as they are "rarely precursors of fits or epilepsy", though they may be hard to handle, especially in younger children.

In case that a Victorian child was suffering from nightmares, or night terrors as they equated the two, physicians recommended rhubarb and soda also known as Gregory's powder. Combined with a light and digestible meal, this mixture, which is currently regarded as a laxative, was to ensure that the sleep of the child is undisturbed through the night.

Asthma

During the Victorian era, asthma was not recognized as an obstructive disease of lungs, but rather as a neurological condition. Physicians of the time were seemingly very well-aware that asthma was a difficult and longterm condition even if they did not precisely understand its nature; sometimes referring to it as psychosomatic.

Within the treatments that Ciel would have realistically gotten were he, as a Victorian child, to have the kind of asthma attacks that he has had in the manga are:

I. Tobacco, which was believed to relieve paroxysms - sudden asthma attacks. The book Sebastian has provided us with says that tobacco would be especially beneficial for non-smokers who have not established tolerance to cigarettes, pipes, and cigars. Even though individuals who used this method would grow "pallid" and "damp with prespiration" after the process, their asthma attack would be "prevented". It is possible to assume that with the repeated, consistent smoking pattern Victorian asthmatics tried to balance out their breathing rhythm.

II. Lobelia inflata, also known as puke weed, is another type of tobacco recommended for asthma, though this time it is to be consumed by ingestion in a form of a tincture mixed with water. It was believed that this tobacco helped with asthma "related to indigestion". The book does state that its authors are unsure whether the plant is very effective as some patients have fallen sick after the use; which is no surprise to the modern reader as lobelia inflata has been discovered to be a toxic plant.

III. Stramonium, also known as thorn-apple, is a kind of medicine recommended by the Victorian physicians when smoking tobacco was not enough. The leaves of the plant, which is highly toxic due to multiple alkaloids within it, would be crushed and smoked. Smoking stramonium before sleep for prophylactic reasons or at the beginning of an asthma attack was generally considered an effective treatment that worked "like magic".

IV. Cigares de Joy, "anti-asthma" cigarettes created by a Frenchman, are highly regarded by the authors of the book. Like many other medicinal treatments of the Victorian era, they were, of course, bad for your health as they contained stramonium and arsenic.

V. Coffee is probably the only non-toxic method of treating asthma that Victorian doctors suggest. However, even with coffee one can't hope to have much satisfaction from the treatment: it is to be given very hot, black (pure cafe noir), without any milk, and on an empty stomach in small quantities. Bigger dosages are advised against while taking coffee with a meal is cosidered to be a cause of asthma attacks.

VI. Nitre-papers are, practically, papers with potassium nitrate. The papers were meant to be burned so the fumes fill the room. The chemical compound of nitre-papers is an irritant and causes damage to the lungs, though Victorian doctors describe multiple cases of children and adults alike "peacefully" falling asleep around ten minutes into the paper burning. The latter is probably no surprise as potassium nitrate fumes have an adverse effect on the human body, causing nausea and dizziness.

VII. Nitrite of amyl is one more nitric chemical compound that is recommended by the Victorian doctors to inhale in order to treat asthma. Now, this chemical is highly toxic in all forms and especially so in direct inhalation and ingestion; it can cause blindness, brain damage, lung scarring, and death.

VIII. Chloroform is yet another questionable way of managing asthma in the Victorian era. While the authors of the book can be given credit for mentioning that overdoing chloroform is never the aim, and even provide a story of a man who died doing so, they do still praise the method greatly. According to the manual, chloroform is to be applied in a few drops on a handkerchief one can press to the nose and inhale through. It is rather clear here that Victorians truly did see asthma as a disturbance within the nervous system and provided methods of sedating the patient.

IX. Ipecacuanha, an imported plant native to Brazil, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Panama, and Colombia, is a remedy that the authors seem rather perplexed about. They do recommend it as an effective method of asthma treatment but they do not specify how it is to be applied. We are left wondering how exactly Victorians used this plant. Ipecacuanha, or ipecac as it is known within the medical field now, is highly toxic in all its forms and is especially dangerous to ingest. Brain damage and organ failure are only some side effects of ignoring safety precautions.

X. Potassium iodide is a medication recommended for ingesting directly in the amount of two tablespoons three times a day. Praised for postponing or even fully stopping asthma attacks, this medicinal treatment was highly regarded by the Victorian doctors. It is worth mentioning that potassium iodide has adverse side effects and is an allergen for many people. However, it is a recognized medical supplement that should be taken only, if ever, upon doctor's prescription.

Cold

Victorians recognized that cold was a rather complicated condition as it could either be a simple cold of a precursor to other, more serious, diseases: bronchitis, pneumonia, quinsy, consumption (tuberculosis), pleurisy, rheumatism, neuralgia, and more.

Doctors seemed to believe that the main cause of a common cold was dampness rather than anything else: a damp bed, a damp seat, a damp house or room, a damp robe, and more. Bathing for a prolonged amount of time was discouraged as it "caused colds".

The physiological nature of a cold was that it was seen as an inflammation of a mucuous membrane within the air-passages.

Victorians recommended that one who has caught a cold should stay quiet and not talk much, not eat too much food though drink plenty of water. The most jarring thing is, they recommend - within the book in Sebastian's possession - that colds are to be immediately treated with an aconite tincture. Needless to say, aconite is toxic in all forms and causes nausea and dizziness, vomiting, heart and lung problems, as well as death.

Out of safery reasons, we will abstain from providing any sort of recipes here. Aside from aconite, or when aconite was simply not enough, Victorian doctors suggest the following remedies:

Camphor

Phosphorus

Belladonna

Bryony

Nux vomica

Ipecacuanha

Bismuth

Arsenic

All of these ingredients are highly toxic and their effect on the human body greatly varies. Regardless, these should not be taken in absolutely any form.

Cough

Victorians recognize multiple varieties of a cough and state that there's no universal panacea for all of them. Still, they do recommend a few home remedies that are mixtures made of rather unusual components.

One suggests mixing a Paregoric elixir, which is a highly toxic substance containing deadly hydrogen cyanide, with oxymel, cascarilla, and chloric ether. Another proposes a method to treat dry cough: mixing morphia, hydrogen cyanide, and chloric ether together before ingestion.

Other cold treatments include:

Aconite [☠]

Alum [☠]

Asafoetida [!]

Belladonna [☠]

Chamomile oil

Chloroform [☠]

Coltsfoot [!]

Drosera

Gelsemium [!]

Ipecacuanha [☠]

Nitric acid [☠]

Sulphur [!]

Tartar emetic [☠]

☠ - toxic, deadly! - unsafe, may cause health problems for some people

Fever

The last condition that we can see Ciel canonically go through is a fever, which he seems to catch during the events of the Book of Circus arc. Now, treatment of a simple fever in Victorian times was rather unique as the doctors suggested using aconite or belladonna tincture to reduce the fever.

If it happened so that a patient's fever has not gone down after a long while, arsenic mixture is used. If nothing else helped and the fever is accompanied by shooting pain, highly toxic bryony is applied.

Thankfully, during the cases of remittent fever lasting for many days none of these mixtures were applied. Instead, the patient would be given ice to suck, cold water to drink, or some lemonade. Vomiting was to be calmed down with application of chloroform or ipecacuanha. Quinine, which has many dangerous side effects, would also be given. The most the patient would get aside from such dangerous medicine is nutritious meals and a lot of water.

Overall, it seems like using The Family Physician for treatment of many conditions that boys like Ciel would go through in real life Britain would cause more disadvantages than benefits for the patient. Over-reliance on toxic stimulants and deadly chemical substances could not possibly be good for anyone whose health was compromised.

Edits of the manga pages are made by us. Please, do not use them.

[prevailinghatred]

@risingxsparks

This is... troubling news to say the least. Everything she's just shared with him has notifications popping up in the periphery of his HUD for the resultant thought trees piecing together what she'd implied before — "the colony of Caminus will be eradicated," — with the explicit details of just how. 100 years is such a desperately small window of time to spare the unnecessary deaths of thousands of innocent mecha, it's no wonder she'd been making short work of the task of assassinating the bots whose intel would lead to the colony's certain death.

But that begged the question, just what did those bots know that was so damaging? And why had Megatron himself not been privvy to this information? How was it that seven random mecha — nameless, as far as he cared — could have such damning political leverage, so much so that they could sway the Autobots from denying the colony assistance? And further, what was that about?

Megatron knew Optimus. And damn him, the Prime was nothing if not generous; deeply hesitant to make choices that would lead to unnecessary deaths. It seemed so unlikely that he wouldn't offer to assist the colony, and would instead write it off as a lost cause.

His mouth moved as if he were chewing on the right words to say. Where to begin?

"I have many questions. I will try to keep them brief so as to not waste our time," he said, taking a measured vent. In and out, to ground himself for what was quickly becoming a more difficult conversation than he'd anticipated having with her.

"First of all, what's wrong with Caminus? What could be so wrong with it that even the Autobots would deny assistance? Even despite knowing its time is so limited?" It was unfathomable. It had to be something monstrous that would prompt a choice like that, but Megatron could scarce imagine just what that 'something monstrous' might be, and would much rather her tell him directly than waste his time speculating.

"Second of all, considering you've been tracking these seven — now three — for, I'm presuming, some length of time... surely you know their whereabouts? I've reconsidered my previous offer, and I admit I'm... hesitant to allow you to kill them without first hearing what they know. At the very least, if we keep them close at hand it may prove unnecessary to offline them after all. In which case, it's a win-win. They keep their Sparks, and Caminus isn't left barren. At least by their doing."

"And thirdly... Have you brought this information to Optimus? Or do you fear that by telling him directly you may unknowingly accelerate his decision for the colony's fate? Again — what's wrong with Caminus that you don't want the Autobots to know?"

His gaze is keen, and it's becoming somewhat annoying to speak to her at length through the glowing pink bars of her enclosure. He was only a moment from releasing her, so that they might speak face to face; but if her targets were on the ship, he had no desire to let her off her figurative chain with them in the same room until he could be certain she wouldn't take the opportunity presented to her.

My sincerest condolences.

Windblade frowned. However, her optics didn't show anger, just confusion. She was caught off guard by his words. Her whole life, people went out of their way to tell her how lucky she was to have been born with the blessing of the Primes, how they would have all been so honored to be in her chassis, to be chosen by Primus for something so much bigger than themselves– something so much bigger than ever her, despite being Primus-chosen.

Nobody had ever apologized to her for it. Nobody ever acknowledged the burden, the things that she must sacrifice for the sake of living the life that was —as he put it— orchestrated for her.

Windblade lowered her hand, the holographic projection disappearing.

She looked past him, down the hall. Used checking to make sure that they were still alone as an excuse tk gather her composure, remind herself of where she was, why she was there, and who she was talking to. This is not the time to feel sorry for herself, not the time to feel seen by the likes of Lord Megatron. No, she's there to negotiate with him. Not to connect.

"It is an honorable sacrifice to dedicate one's life to a selfless cause," she said, parroting the words she had grown up hearing, but adding: "Even if the cause can at times seem burdensome."

She had to stop her vents from reacting in response to the relief she felt when the spotlight was taken from her, and back to the mission. Somehow, it was easier to talk about what their people's deity had communicated to her than to even think about how what he had said had nearly thrown her off balance. Nearly made her lose sight of what truly mattered.

Not her. Never her. Always the mission.

"Primus does not speak to me the way we mortals speak to each other. He is... cryptic, but he leaves no room to misunderstand his message. Instead of telling me these mechs must die, he showed me what would happen if they DON'T." she started. "If they don't die, eventually they will be captured by the Autobots, interrogated and due to lacking any valuable information about Deception affairs, they will be imprisoned. To save themselves, they will instead reveal... compromising information about the current state of Caminus, which will in turn lead to all relief efforts being terminated."

She had seen it, felt it: the deep rooted pain that only extreme hunger can cause, the fear, the hopelessness, as if she were already living through the complete eradication of her people.

"Without outside intervention, Caminus will perish in less than a hundred years, the colony will be left in the dark, with no way out due to the space bridge running on the titan's energy," Windblade forced herself to continue. "And with depleting rations of energon– until it goes dry, and its inhabitants succumb to starvation."

[kinq-sleazee]

18+ feral thoughts of meanie!ichigo pulling your hair while you top him of in his frat brother!grimmjow cause it’s his birthday and that’s my man.

tw! degradation, oral , recording 🫶🏾

♕ ♕ ♕ ♕

they’re so bad too. like super sleazy bros that major in mansplaining and manipulation but get absolutely irate when you choose the bear !

you’re the problem not them.

why’d you wear such glossy lips if you didn’t plan on sucking dick today , whore ?

valid.

meanie!ichigo is very mean about it. he doesn’t care if you can breathe. he’ll pinch your nose while he feeds you his cock. in and out , brutally thrusting into your warm wet mouth. the way your throat bulges makes him throb.

meanie!ichigo moans so sluttily when you gagged around him. it feels so good , y’know? wraps your hair around his hand and just holds you against him. you couldn’t move even if you wanted to.

“that’s it, sweetie. be a good girl and take it. that’s all you’re really good for anyway”

fratbrother!grimmjow has the camera making sure to get every single angle of you chocking on his bro. loves the way you whimper and whine.

he’s definitely stroking his cock in time with ichigo’s thrust. you look so good with all those tears running down that pretty face of yours.

“y’know you sound way smarter with a cock in your mouth, pretty. can’t wait for my turn”.

[feilien]

{♚ x @huyaoxiaozi x}

 He hadn't been ready. His movements were still sluggish, not where they were supposed to be. He wasn't as light on his feet as he usually was, either. His reflexes, too, were slower than usual; his aim not horrible, but certainly off. And none of that took into account how slow his mind seemed to work lately. It was almost as though it was lagging behind by a few seconds in nearly everything he did.

 He hadn't been ready. But it didn't matter.

 When Xiao Dan finally entrusted him with a job, another target to eliminate, Long Zhi jumped on the opportunity to prove himself. That he had learned his lesson and wouldn't make the same mistake again.

 The odds, however, had not been in his favor. It was two against one. Not usually an issue—when he was in better shape. The first throw was off, getting stuck in the wall next to the first guy's head, instead of in his forehead. The first mistake. Of course, they were immediately alerted to his presence and clocked him nearly instantly. A fight ensued only seconds after; Long Zhi hardly had the opportunity to draw another blade.

 At first, it seemed as though he might win. But then one of them landed a hit to his ribcage, rebreaking one of his only recently healed ribs and taking the wind out of his sails. It was all downhill from there and ended with a knife to his abdomen. The only saving grace was that they thought that was enough to kill him, and hauled ass, leaving him behind to bleed.

 Long Zhi knew better, of course, than to pull the blade out. He left it exactly where it was, while he stared up at the ceiling, wondering how he could get himself out of this dilemma. Perhaps he should just pull it out, after all. If he returned back home after failing yet again, death would probably be much kinder to him, anyway.

 But then he thought of Zane, and the piece of paper he had found in his pocket that night. He hadn't dared saving the number, let alone text or call it, but he'd carried it on him ever since. Arguably dumber and riskier, but... But it was like a lifeline he'd held on to ever since.

 He pulled out his phone and typed in the number. For a moment he debated if he wanted to call or text, then if he wanted to do it at all. In the end, after about five minutes of arguing with himself, he finally typed a message.

 I need you. [LOCATION]

[erobret]

@gamblins

❝ OW OWWWW ! ❞ DOORS FLUNG OPEN with her howl . she blinked , falling quiet as she looked around . what the hells ? where was he ? wings buzzed as she made her way deeper into the hotel . hues landed on a delicious human souled citizen .

❝ hey there kitty cat ! have you seen luci anywhere ? ❞ she'd come to visit pride himself . been a while . she owed him a hearty meal .

[prevailinghatred]

Megatronus was nothing if not artful in the way that he denied death, every time he entered the ring.

His opponent; a dark green beastformer by the designation Shatterscale, with a vaguely crocodilian alt. mode; had a nasty bite and a powerful, swinging tail that could demolish your leg struts in one carefully-placed swing. Still, Megatronus was biding his time, letting attacks occasionally catch his armor in non-lethal collisions of steel on steel that cast bright sparks of hot metal — letting the crowd think there was a slim chance the beast could catch him unawares.

Shatterscale was an arrogant, artless thing that loved fighting with his claws, jaws, and tail just as much as he loved fighting with his daggers; and once or twice, those snapping jaws closed over open air mere inches from his servo or pede. Lubricant flew from the maw of the beast as the creature leapt for him again, its claws and mouth open wide and ready to rend metal from metal, but he was ready for it and merely stepped aside. The crowd roared its approval.

Shatterscale abruptly transformed with an angry snarl after he landed, optics flashing as he wielded his twin daggers in both servos and dove for him again, both weapons plunging in a glinting arc for the juncture of his neck and chassis. Almost too late, Megatronus leapt away. The reigning Champion snarled too, drew back with the near limits of his strength, and answered in kind with a blow from his Energon mace that tore a great, sparking hole in the chassis of the pitiful beast — who in turn was sent flying, to land in a crumpled heap against the wall of the colosseum.

Shocked silence from the crowd, then a near-deafening roar of his name. Megatronus withdrew his mace, and dimmed the sensitivity of his audial receptors to better ignore the crowd. He walked idly to the smoking chassis of his felled foe, where he then stooped to retrieve the creature's daggers which had fallen nearby. He tilted them back and forth in the light — allowing the stadium lights to catch the serrated steel in an unkind glimmer. The thing reached for him with a pained groan as he stood over it, its optics flickering with the last of its fading spark, and when their servo closed weakly over his ankle, the Champion obligingly knelt down.

The look on Megatronus's face was empty of kindness.

"Hush now. Rest," he said, and roughly sliced the beast's throat cables with his own daggers, spilling Energon in a gushing puddle across the front of Mega's chassis and down his face. The beast shuddered once and was still, its optics finally offlining.

It was over.

The killing done, Megatronus stood and walked away, spinning the pilfered daggers in both hands as he disappeared beneath the archway and left the ring. The screaming from the crowd was so loud now that it vibrated the ground beneath his pedes. He laughed once without feeling, drew back and plunged both weapons into the stone with a loud crunch as they perforated the masonry, leaving them behind for whomever cleaned up the ring at the end of the match. The market for post-match paraphernalia was thriving, and those would make a tidy few shanix for the lucky mech to happen across them.

The sudden presence of the chatty little Seeker does little to deter Megatronus, nor even give him sufficient reason to pause, and he continued walking deeper into the facility without slowing. Megatronus was eager for hot solvent and a soothing oil bath after the day's excitement, and had little interest in conversation.

He cut his optics at him. Energon, not his own, dripped sluggishly down his chin. "And you are foolish for speaking openly of such matters where anyone could hear you. Have you no discretion?" He didn't attempt to deny the other's claims; he supposed it was hardly a well-kept secret anymore, if people were recklessly approaching him to talk about it.

"Tell me, little flier... Do you have something worthwhile to speak with me about, or are you just keen on wasting my time?"

The gladiatorial pits were a raucous area, filled with mechs and femmes alike that were far too rowdy for his tastes. Just getting into Kaon was putting Starscream far out of his normal comfort zone, but the need to head immediately to the pits made him roll his shoulders, hold his helm and his wings high, and force his way along the streets, alleys, and even into the lower skies at some points. He began to question his decision to even seek out this particular mech as he shoved through the crowd without remorse.

As he approached, the noise- cheers- grew louder to the Seeker's audials, along with an announcer suddenly declaring victory. The cheers soon became a chant, one that assured him that he was in the right place at the right time. He stopped for just a moment, scanning his surroundings, before he spotted a side exit, most likely used by the warriors upon the end of their bout.

The cheers faded some as he approached the exit, but he could still make them out. The cheers of a hero to these people. "Megatronus! Megatronus!" So the rumors were true. The one who was gathering troops had designated himself with the name of an old Prime. How quaint.

He stood to the side of the exit, and, despite his bright paint, Starscream easily slipped into the shadows, waiting and watching for the famed warrior. Laying optics on him for the first time, the Seeker was very surprised to find that he wasn't in too bad of shape. He'd heard tales of mechs coming out of these places in pieces, and most were lucky to come out in mostly one piece. But this one...

It was now or never. And Starscream never backed down from a challenge. Even if he only came up to said challenge's chest.

Swallowing down his nerves and steeling himself to put his best pede forward, he fell into step beside the famed Megatronus, though he had to extend his stride to keep up. "So, you're the one the rumors have been talking about. I must say, you're rather... Plain for a mech planning an uprising." He was unapologetic. He knew he had a small advantage with his ability to fly. He wouldn't be immediately killed, at least. "Though, I am impressed that you've just come out of that pit mostly unscathed." A little praise, a little schmoozing, and hopefully it would keep this mech from attempting an assassination.

Starter for @prevailinghatred