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[nothing-impt]

Soggy Ody

[mysicklove]

Sub! Tanjiro x Gn! Reader, cw: toy use, subspace, crying, dumbfication, tanjiro loses all coherent thoughts

A/N: this is unedited and absolutely filthy. this is really self indulgent too, so you know kinda extreme lol

"look at you, tanjiro, you're such a mess," you coo, looking at your lover who is shivering and humping the sheets for any source of stimulation. you've got him decorated with your favorite toys, and although he loves them, the feeling of them all on his body was driving him insane. his body was jolting in ways he has never felt before.

a vibrating cockring on his base paired with a small vibrator attached to the pink head of his cock. and of course his favorite toy, the vibrating butt plug, that always feels like its too big whenever you first ease it in. you couldn't tell if he was shaky due to the intense amounts of vibrations he is withstanding or from pleasure.

it was his idea to try them all at once. he wanted to show you that he can do more intense stuff and he isn't that breakable. but in this moment where he doesn't know if he wants to push back into the plug or thrust forward, looking for stimulation, he's at a loss.

but he has never felt so powerless. he is forced to succumb to the pleasures. any sort of thought or worry is leaving his brain, because in this moment all he can focus on is the vibrations. he loves it.

his legs look like they are about to give out in any minute, trembling like leafs. but still he sits pretty on his hands and knees for you, his back arched into the plug.

his head lays in your lap. he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in between your clothed legs. for the first time, he is not blushing from the fact he is basically face to face with your sex.

he isn't focused on that, instead, he craves your warmth. he needs your touch to engulf him at this minute.

and you dont hesitate to please him, running your fingers through his hair that is damp with sweat. his frantic tears stain your clothes. "Tanjiro, is it too much?"

"P-Please!" he sobs into the cloth, and you frown at the vague statement. he's clutching fiercely onto you, and his body continues to tremble, almost withering under the force of the vibrations.

you've never seen him react like this, and it makes you worried. "im going to take the plug out baby. i think we should try this another night. dont wanna push you too much."

he sits there for a second, trying to collect his thoughts, while he heaves into your lap. he gulps when at of the corner of the eye you begin reaching for it. immediately he pushes himself upward, away from your legs, with a lost look in his eyes. his cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes hazy.

your hand falls back to your side in mild shock. you didn't know he was even able to move at this moment.

but, he pushes his knees forward and he brings his arms to behind him, where lays them on the sheets beneath him to hold his figure up. you now have a full display of his body, slightly arched back, and glistening with sweat. almost as if he was presenting his body to you. you have no idea where he learned this.

he obviously does not like the idea of you taking out the plug, but is too fucked dumb to even think about it how to tell you.

drool coats the bottom of his lip, and he still hasn't stopped crying. whimpers seem to drown out the sound of the three vibrators. he looks at with the most pathetic eyes, making him even more adorable than ever in this moment. "feels g-good. can't. dont-- I can't!"

you watch his arms tremble from the added weight of his body. so, you reach forward and half drag him back into your lap, where he immediately begins to grind on your thighs and bury his head into your neck. "i won't take it out. dont worry, tan. poor baby, are you fucked dumb? can't speak anymore?"

"yes. yes. yes. yes" he slurs, and you don't know if he is responding to you, or the newfound pleasure from your thighs.

you fingers find your way to his hair, and the other hand taps the plug in his ass. he cries out from it, his face scrunching up, and you chuckle, "alright. lets make you cum. does that sound alright?"

he gurgles "please!" into your neck.

[facelessmime]

Vuzi centric buuuut! you'll see.

Anywayyy, I should be sleeping right now. Whoops! k goodnight and I hope you like nyehehe

[glasswaters]

nail shut the windows, and bar the doors. draw closed your gaping mouth, open your dear palms. lay your head against the cool stone wall.

breathe, sweeting.

no, it's still beating, see? every one of your breaths, a stutter of muscle. every one of your trembles, a drop of blood. there is still life in it, and it aches to match.

when i press my nails into the flesh, it quickens, a hiccup in your chest. when i bend over, the sharp edges of my skin don't scrape against hollowed bone. it's flushed, see?

oh.

oh, no.

don't cry, sweet thing. don't draw your comely mouth into a line so muddled by tears that it can only shape wails, now. dry your eyes and set your face into clear resin so i might look at it always. keep your hands cupped and your smile anchored to the edges of your lips. feel it drag against your teeth.

take it.

no, it's yours.

it leapt from my chest when you first spoke. it matched the rise and fall of your breath when you first laughed. it's fissured, I know, but it yet lives.

why are you crying? your hands are trembling and your cheeks are wet. your mouth has dropped the smile. your breath stutters where it lives in your breast-

why are you crying?

this is a gift, dearling. i cannot take it back. i have already severed the veins, and the ligaments and the tender flesh. i have already broken the sternum and spread my ribs. for you.

for you, i would tear my tongue from my mouth. i would pluck my eyes from their sockets, i would peel my skin from my flesh. i would set a knife against my femur, and cut until i met the joint.

for you, i would carve open my thigh until it lay, de-boned and spread open on your cutting board. i would open my mouth to be stuffed.

for you.

careful, now. hold me gingerly and kiss me tenderly. this is a gift. won't you thank me?

[longing4yesterday]

i'm getting psychic damage from seeing posts about can't buy me love on my dash. that game legit rewired my brain in a way i can't explain since i played it. i haven't been the same since....also, john in the cuck chair.

[naiart-i]

Hydro dragon and his glass of water...une grande histoire d'amour ! ⚖️

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I love him a normal amount of 🫣

[potato-jem]

if you thought i was insufferable before, wait until august

[maxmaxsupersupermax]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen Characters: Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, Daniel Ricciardo, Gianpiero Lambiase, Jos Verstappen Additional Tags: Red White and Royal Blue AU, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Charles is a Prince, Max's father is prime minister, Jos Verstappen's A+ Parenting, Enemies to Lovers, More tags to be added Summary:

Max has known (read: been enemies with) Prince Charles Leclerc of Monaco for close to five years, but when they cause an... incident at Charles' brother's wedding, they are tasked with making the public believe they are actually best friends. A tough task for two people who are pretty sure they hate each other.

or

The Red, White and Royal Blue AU that the 2024 Austin GP put in my head

[sleeplesssmoll]

Theres too much fluff on the smoltin and madam z train today 😞 so time for angst 😍 yippee

Smoltin to me after she was dropped off at just one month old to the foundation was an anomaly to them being the daughter of “her” they were puzzled, of course they were, she was clearly different but they didn’t know how, so they took her in and experimented on her but they didn’t know what they were exactly looking for. They took her in and gave her a home but ignored her and only interacted with her when necessary and that meant they interacted with her for the experiment’s, and very painful ones at that keeping her bed locked during her very early stages and covered in bandages so much that she doesn’t even flinch at the most painful injuries anymore because she was so desensitized to injuries in her early years at some point they stopped after them not finding any results and putting smoltin in SPDM.

Now at age 13 she is walking back to her room in the foundation as she already started on her timekeeper training and since the revelation that she was immune to the storm the experiments started again to see why she’s immune. It’s dark out a bit past midnight it always ended late so she’s walking in the dark with a lantern as her only source of light.

Madam Z was always a workaholic that was always prevalent to anyone who worked with her staying up very late to finish just one more paperwork until it was nearly midnight then she’d retire to her room, but today she stayed longer than intended and into well past midnight and she heard someone walking outside her office, being confused and mainly worried, she checks it out (no one’s supposed to be out this late who’s breaking foundation regulations?)

When she opens the door going to reprimand the troublemaker still awake she stopped in shock because there holding a lamp covered in bandages still leaking with blood stands a very exhausted kid looking somewhat lifeless

So like a reasonable adult madam Z goes to check on the injured kid but she flinches away because honestly she’s just not used to the compassion the madam Z was showing it wasn’t about because the injuries hurt no they felt numb to her in actuality

Z kneels down to this obviously injured kid trying to help until Vertin asks why she’s helping her and that broke Z’s heart so she pulls her in a hug with a very confused Vertin (she doesn’t even know what a hug is) and she apologizes something vertin has never heard directed to her before and she just breaks down crying for possibly a really long time and the only time for so long. After sobbing exhaustion finally caught up to her small body and she passes out.

Carrying the small child in her arms to her room Z tucks her in and promises to do better for her.

(Sorry about my bad writing lol)

The headcannons

The experiments started very early desensitizing vertin to pain in general as its always been something common in her life

After the breakaway incident they took smoltin out of SPDM

Verin up until this point has never felt a hug before and doesn’t even know what it is

She has never been apologized by an adult before

Madam Z is a workaholic (she gets it from you Z- TF)

Z started being overprotective over Vertin after this point

A visual representation of me holding Smoltin.

Have you considered writing a fic? It sounds like you have a whole outline waiting to come to life!

[hydriadd]

sleepy 2.0

[chichichi-blue-blog]

Here it is, my Azutara/Kazula vampire fanfiction !

Your ties all around me : Katara’s life was calm and routine, and she was perfectly content with it. Things should have stayed that way. But when a vampire starts to weave its web around her, she has no choice but to let it happen.

[critter-catch-them-all-fella]

The first victim of me trying to post more of my writing (and in general)- the fic that I wrote the first chapter of as my one activity of the day.

All I have left of you is blue blood and dark tears. (4253 words) by CisntCritter Emmet was already panicking about the fact that his twin never returned from investigating one of the tunnels, especially when only his Pokemon were found- the blue blood sticking to his hair only makes it worse.

AKA an au where twins(at least these ones) are gifted with the ability to know when each other is in trouble. It manifests as blue blood and dark tears with flecks of gold (think watered-down ink) ( and if they cry at the same time just the gold flakes show it)- colored to make sure it is easy to differentiate who is and isn't hurt. It never really mattered to Ingo and Emmet for most of their lives outside of a few small instances where they were never in true danger. It was just a weird thing that happened to them since they were almost always together or at least near each other so it never gave them much insight.

But now they've been separated and too many of Emmet’s clothes are stained with blue while Ingo isn't sure why his cheeks keep ending up stained by dark tears that aren't his own.

[doulayogimama]

That extroversion is all thanks to her daddy

[kits-ships]

someone fucking loved me and i fucking loved them too goddamn it, i was worth something i fucking earned something i have a right to die, a right to live, a right to choose, too

taglist: @blairyl @dango-daydreams @wanderers-wife @selffulfillingshipper @noromoselfships @sunstar-of-the-north @dudefrommywesterns @funkedge @hanahaki-arcade @huggsbury

[reesespiecesofart]

oh my god @turtleinsoup i'm losing my mind

LOSING IT OVER THAT LAST CHAPTER HOLY MOLY-

so question: donnie is kind of like a new species of kraang, right? if so, it makes sense why the technodrome called him "My Newborn: Prime". that's horrifying! he's the new and improved kraang prime, according to her.

also, is there any way for him to go back to just being a regular Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle? or is he just perpetually kraangified?

anywhizzle, AMAZING CHAPTER AS USUAL! thank you for writing in a way that scratches that metaphorical itch in my brain like no other!