#I'm foaming and screaming rn

[bookworm-blogs]

AAAAA IS KUROGIRI SAYING "SHI-" AS IN SHIGARAKI/SHIMURA?!!!?

HE'S CALLING HIM HIS FRIEND?!!? AAAAAAA!!!

KUROGIRI PLS TELEPORT THIS BOY AWAY FROM THE BATTLEFEILD AND INTO THERAPY!!! S A V E H I M!! SAVE UR SON!!!!

[elvenbeard]

Weekend Getaway

“A little weekend getaway was a good idea,” V sighed as he let himself fall onto his back and stretched, the synth-silk sheets of the hotel bed pleasantly cool against his skin.

“Got many more good ideas,” Kerry chuckled by his side, inching closer to lazily drape his arm across V’s chest. He tried not to flinch, not because he didn’t like or want the touch. He just still had to get used to this physical closeness with someone again, someone that he actually cared for more than he thought he was still capable of.

Outside, Night City was bathed in an unusual yet welcome heavy rain storm, engulfing their suite at the Dark Matter in pale blue light. V watched the rain pattering against the window for a while, hypnotized almost by the streaks it left, endlessly winding roads with endless possibilities. He couldn’t shake his tension even now, prepared that his holo would ring any moment, pull him away again, down onto the rain-slick streets, into the dirt and corruption, the lies and deception…

“Hey, you,” Kerry whispered and instead of just keeping his arm on V in a loose embrace, he actually held onto him now, gently pulling him closer and having him turn around. V didn’t resist, tried to shake off the dark thoughts, and as Kerry pulled him in closer, he hugged him back, arms around his shoulders, chest on chest. His heart was beating so fast, he wasn’t sure if he wanted Kerry to notice. Pale blue eyes were glued to his face and kissable full lips turned into a little smile.

“What’s on your mind?” Kerry asked, his hand trailing along V’s spine, lingering roughly at where his back tattoo was. Kerry seemed almost magically drawn to it, from their first night on, and V did not mind it at all. Even though he had not yet told him the story behind it, Kerry seemed to grasp its importance and meaning more than most people that had ever been able to. Wings, how cheesy. And yet, nothing would’ve felt more fitting to symbolize what V had gone through at the time he got it.

“You, mostly,” V said cheekily after a short pause, and Kerry’s smile widened.

“Only mostly?” he played annoyance, “Guess I gotta do something about that.”

He pulled V even closer, however that was even possible still at this point. V suppressed a whimper when Kerry pressed his forehead against his, and grabbed V’s thigh to hook it over his arm, fingers quickly wandering, massaging, slipping and sliding. V shivered and leaned into Kerry’s firm embrace and his teasing movement, hips moving with the pace he set with his hand.

“Yeah, that’ll do the trick,” he swallowed, helpless at how vulnerable yet at the same time good and safe he felt in Kerry’s arms.

“Told ya,” Kerry said quietly, their noses touching, “Got many more good ideas, if it means I can get ya outta your head.”

V wanted to laugh, but the noise he produced was closer to a moan. Kerry knew exactly what he was doing, what he had to do. It was a little scary, but even more so exhilarating, how well their energies matched not only in conversation but also in the bedroom.

“You just wanna keep talkin’, or show me what you’ve got?” V teased back, though thoroughly out of breath already. Surprised even, how he was able to form a coherent sentence still, while only Kerry’s fingers threatened to drive him nuts already. Kerry chuckled.

“Anythin’ for ya, V,” he whispered, breath hot against V’s neck. Then he slowly shifted without ever fully breaking contact between them, and truly made V forget about all unpleasant thoughts that had been haunting him the past few days. Maybe all of this was only temporary. But even more so V would savor every fleeting touch and every single moment they would get to share, just the two of them amongst themselves. Safe and vulnerable, comfortable and close, and finally not as alone anymore in all of this.

[>> uncropped and more pics on Pillowfort >>]

[omgahgase]

ask me about my charthur fic pls ask me ask me ask me

[skullsandcorals]

How I've Been Feeling About Aryan's Grover:

[the-music-maniac]

random rant incoming

Y'know, while I think the ship of Kazurei is absolutely adorable, I'm also perfectly happy with Kazuki and Rei being purely friends, cause tbh I love the idea of platonic love and unconventional families and two het men not being absolutely terrified of being conceived as gay with that no homo shit because they don't see it as an issue, and just raising a child together with a friend - we need more media representation of platonic love and unconventional families and they're so adorable and I love how the show depicts them already -

H O W E V E R

The homophobic people I've been seeing online going "oh thank god they're not gay, NOW I can watch it" or just refusing to watch it because they STILL think two totally platonic guy best friends raising a kid together is too "gay"????  It's pissing me off. Enough that I want to ship them even harder out of spite - draw a shit ton of Kazurei fanart and make their eyes bleed. I already liked this ship, it's fucking adorable, but my shipping was also 100% casual. Not ride or die. I would be perfectly happy with them as platonic best friends raising an adorable 4 year old. But damn is that petty side of me taking over now.

I understand if people are tired of media putting too much importance on romantic relationships and not enough on platonic, it's an exasperation I totally understand and definitely feel as well. And of course you don't need to watch media that you aren't interested in, and I 100% understand if people just straight up don't like Kazuki and Rei together as anything but platonic because they don't think it fits! All of that is so valid. But I think it's the entitlement in these specific comments that piss me off. The implication of there being too much lgbtq+ rep nowadays, of all of it being too loud, oh no I can't get away from it, oh no, must you turn every single character gay??? You can't see a single straight person on tv! We aren't able to ignore your existence anymore, oh the humanity!  

I hate to break it to these dumbasses, but the internet has been shipping canonically platonic characters together since the beginning of the internet. The only difference is that they don't have any complaints about it if it's a platonic guy and girl friendship that’s being shipped romantically. It's just interesting how they only start finding an issue with romantic relationships overshadowing platonic ones when it's two people of the same gender. And the nature of these types of complaints piss me off because despite how much better lgbtq+ rep has gotten over the years, we are still so far from having enough rep in media. So many people have grown up with heteronormativity shoved so far down their throats (me included) that they didn't even realize what their sexuality was until adulthood! I can't even watch an insta reel of a guy and girl being best friends without the entire comments section talking about how they're secretly in love with each other! People look at me and their automatic reaction is always that I must only like the opposite gender, and if I happen to want to go on a date with a girl in public instead of a guy there will always that part of me that screams unsafe unsafe unsafe. And people can't even handle the existence of a cute little anime about two PLATONIC guy best friends raising a kid, or the existence of a fucking ship that isn't hurting anyone???? Give me a goddamned break

[tfisathoughtfulnickelbakeryfire]

KIM FUCKING HONGJOONG!!!!!?!!!?!!!

[fictionallyinparadise]

I just wanna smooch a little evil guy is that so wrong?

[charlottesbookclub]

i'm here (ser gwayne hightower x reader) 💚💚

Summary: you have a nightmare, but gwayne is there to comfort you 💚

Warnings/Tags: spouse!reader; gn!reader; established relationship (marriage); nightmares; angst/anxiety brought on by the nightmares; absolutely catastrophic levels of tooth-rotting fluff; let me know if I've missed anything! ☺️

Words: 2870

Author’s Note: as I mentioned in this post, gwayne hightower has absolutely consumed my life and I am down sooooooo bad for him rn, so voilá, this fic has emerged as a result of that! 💕 as I also say in that linked post, I'm not super familiar with hotd, so I'm sorry if any of the terms I use aren't canon-accurate (I watched game of thrones a few years ago and I tried my best to make it feel authentic to the world of canon, but something may have slipped through 😅). and I hope this feels in-character to gwayne! I've rewatched the scenes of his that I have access to many times for...... uhh ~Research Purposes~ but I haven't seen all his scenes yet, so I apologize if it feels ooc at all – I did my best to make it feel like him! 🥰

oh and this is key: we've all seen the necklace, right?? we know about the necklace, right????? that fucking necklace makes me absolutely feral so I've given it a backstory, because it truly has me foaming at the fucking mouth 😌 (also, if you haven't seen the necklace, may I please direct you to this incredible gifset so we can descend into madness over it together?)

as always, I hope you enjoy!! 🥰🥰 (also please feel free to share any gwayne thoughts you have – I'd love to scream about the precious man with y'all! ☺️💕)

            The memory was not yours, but in this moment, it felt like it was. Gwayne had only told you the story once, with hushed words and averted eyes. You had asked, and he could never find it in himself to keep anything from you, even if it made his chest seize with shame. He told you that the whole ordeal had been a result of foolishness on his part, something he would admit only to you. He said that he recalled the memory with great embarrassment now. But you felt nothing but terror.

            You stood on a large, grassy plain ringed with trees, a few wispy clouds scuddling across the blue sky above you. This was a place you had never seen, never been – but one thing was familiar. As you struggled to gain your bearings in the strange location, you saw a group of men on horseback just a short distance ahead. You recognized your lord husband instantly: the delicate silver interlace of his steed’s armor and the auburn glow of his hair in the sunlight were as familiar to you as your own heartbeat.

            You called out to him, but he didn’t respond; he seemed to be in conversation with one of the other men. You ran toward the small group and cried his name again, but even at close range he appeared not to hear you. Panic grew in your chest by the moment as you hurried closer still, coming near enough that you could almost reach out and touch Gwayne’s mount. You stretched out your hand to do just that when your arm was stopped by some invisible force. There was nothing in front of you, just empty air that you should have been able to move through with no difficulty. But you were trapped mere feet from your beloved, unable to reach him.

            Something was terribly wrong. You screamed his name this time, desperation compressing your lungs with the force of your yell. But it was clear that he could not hear you, since neither he nor any of the gathered men so much as turned toward the sound of your cries. Real fear gripped you now, shooting ice through your veins as you cast about you for something – anything – that you could do. And that was when a new kind of fear crept over you, one so old and visceral you could feel it down to your very bones. Shudders wracked your body as you turned your eyes toward the sky, suddenly certain that you were being watched. But not just watched – no, you were being hunted.

            At a loss for what else you could do, you renewed your efforts to alert Gwayne to the danger that you could feel but not yet see. You screamed until your voice was hoarse, but you were forced to watch in horror as Gwayne continued his conversation as though nothing was wrong, even flashing that charming smile that you knew and loved so well. It was just then that the other man finally noticed that something was wrong. He cast his eyes toward the sky as you had mere moments before, saying something to the gathered men. A wave of fear seemed to run through the horses, as there was a flurry of shifting hooves and nervous snorts. You could only watch in terror as realization washed over Gwayne’s face, twisting his handsome features into a terrifying expression of horror.

            You screamed at him to run just as everything burst into motion, the horses tearing off across the plain toward the cover of the trees. You found yourself moving along with them, though you had no mount of your own. Instead, it was the same terrible invisible force, dragging you along, forcing you to watch as the scene unfolded before you.

            And then you saw it: the dragon. It swooped down from the sky as though it had erupted into existence from nothing, filling the empty air with huge grey wings that seemed to blot out the sun. You screamed again, but this time without the intention of forming any coherent words – the noise that escaped your throat was an expression of the fear that was buried deep in your bones upon the sight of the creature. Its lean body shot across the plain toward the fleeing men with a kind of focus and intention that proved what you had thought from the beginning: the dragon was hunting. And worse than that, it was hunting Gwayne.

            Voice rubbed raw from screaming, and realizing your cries to him did nothing anyway, you watched in terrible silence as his steed thundered across the ground, its legs eating up the distance as fast as it could. And yet the dragon gained. If this was some cruel trick played by the gods, you couldn’t think what you could possibly have done to deserve this kind of torment. You could do nothing but watch, utterly powerless, as Gwayne – your Gwayne – fled for his life, his beautiful face contorted into an expression of fear that cut you to the core like a knife to the stomach. You held your breath, fearing each moment would be the one when you were forced to watch your love be consumed by dragonfire, ending both his life and yours in one swift blow of unimaginable anguish and heartbreak from which you knew you would never recover. Just as you had resolved to try calling to him one last time – if nothing else, to assure him of your love – the treeline broke around you and the horses cantered to a stop beneath the cover of the forest.

            The world was still again, but the fear lingered. You could sense the dragon above you, even hear its thin, unearthly cries as it searched for its hidden quarry. Your eyes instantly found Gwayne, needing to make sure he had survived the ordeal. Indeed, he still sat upon his steed, and you watched his chest heave as he attempted to steady his breathing. The fear that still permeated the forest remained etched on his face as well, changing his features from those of the man you had courted and married to those of a young boy, trembling and horror-struck and so helpless and small.

            You longed with every fiber of your being to run up to him and pull him into your arms, to feel his warm breath on your neck as he folded into your embrace. You ached to hold his face in your hands and wipe away the single lingering tear he likely didn’t even know was still glistening on his cheek. You yearned to kiss the terror away from his brow and his nose and his lips, to tell him he was safe – to tell him that you were here. 

            But you were trapped just feet from him, all these longings locked into your body as you pressed toward him as far as the strange invisible barrier would allow. You watched as the fear slowly faded from his face, his features once again becoming warm and familiar. You couldn’t help but smile as he seemed to return to himself somewhat. Turning to one of his companions, he opened his mouth to say something when both of their eyes snapped up to the sky, reacting to some sound you must not have heard. You followed their gaze, and didn’t even have a chance to scream as a column of fire descended from above, ready to devour you all.

            You woke with a gasp. Your heart was pounding loudly enough that you could hear it in your ears, and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position as you struggled to calm your ragged breathing. The darkness in the room was soft, and your eyes adjusted slowly to your surroundings, only to find them all comforting and familiar – this was your room, your home. Instantly, you turned to your side, and let out a small sigh of relief when you saw Gwayne sleeping peacefully next to you. He was here, he was home, he was safe – you both were.

            When your breathing had calmed back to a normal rate, you eased yourself back down under the covers, burrowing into his arms as he sleepily adjusted his position to accommodate you.

            “Hmmm—is everything… alright?” he muttered, blinking his eyes open.

            “Everything’s fine,” you assured him, “I just had a nightmare.”

            He seemed to waken a little more at your words, propping himself up slightly on one arm as he reached the other hand out to stroke your cheek.

            “Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?” his voice was still thick with sleep, but you knew the questions were genuine.

            “It was about you,” you reached up to cup his hand that still rested on your cheek, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And the dragon,” you added, your words barely above a whisper. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, you were certain he was reliving the memory himself, and instantly regretted your words.

            “But it was nothing,” you hurried to assure him, “I just—I just wish I had been there. Or that I could have helped or—” you were distinctly aware that your jumbled words made very little sense, even to you. “I just felt so helpless,” you ended with a sigh. Gwayne watched you with soft eyes, his fingers squeezing yours in reassurance.

            “You were there, though,” he responded, smiling gently, “and you did help.” You just stared at him incredulously, wondering if he was the one who was dreaming now. He read the question in your eyes with a small chuckle and disentangled his hand from yours, pushing himself up to sit. 

            Pressing a hand to his chest, his fingers found the chain of the necklace that he always wore. The charm was a delicate circle of beaten metal hanging from a simple coppery chain. You had bought it in the market one day when the two of you were still courting. The rich auburn sheen of the metal had reminded you of Gwayne’s hair, and you were determined to have it. The seller assured you that the little ring symbolized unending love and devotion – a never-ending cycle, an unbroken vow. You were doubtful that had been the original intention of the maker, but rather a ploy on the seller’s part to drive up the price after he realized you intended it as a gift for your beloved. Had it been that obvious how love-struck you were? 

            Regardless of whether it was intended or not, you liked the idea of the simple circle as a token of promise and loyalty, as well as a celebration of one of Gwayne’s most striking features. You had given it to him wrapped in a carefully-embroidered handkerchief when he had gallantly asked for your favor before a tourney. You cherished the memory of him asking you to help him put it on, and the fleeting touch of his skin and flaming hair you were able to steal as you clasped it around his neck. He won the tourney, and insisted that his victory was due at least in part to the precious charm you had given him, imbued with your affection and devotion. To your knowledge, he had never taken it off since.

            Now, in the dim light of your shared chambers, he held the little ring out for you to see. It was slightly more battered now than it had been, and though its original shine was gone, it still seemed to glow with a warm coppery light. Reaching out, you took the small circle in your fingers, feeling all the tiny knicks and ridges it had acquired over time, each one of them proof of Gwayne’s promise to always return to you – an unbroken vow.

            “See, you’re always with me, right here,” he gestured to the charm in your fingers. The feeling of the metal against your skin and the sweet memories that swirled through your mind caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes, chasing away the lingering cobwebs of fear that the nightmare had spun. Gently, you released the ring and Gwayne’s fingers replaced yours on the circle, guiding it back to where it always sat on his chest, just above his heart. He pressed it there, emphasizing his words: “right here, right where you always have been – and always will be.”

            Ducking your head away, you tried to hide the tears that were now threatening to slide down your cheeks as his words. But before you could wipe them on the sheets, Gwayne’s hand caught your chin, gently pulling him back to you, the rough pad of his thumb banishing the tears from your face. His eyes sparkled with affection and mirth, and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from echoing his smile.

            “Hmmm… it’s more serious than I thought,” he said with mock-concern, tilting your face as though he was examining it, “you appear to be desperately and madly in love with me – a very serious condition indeed.”

            You couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out of your mouth as you nudged him playfully, causing him to break into bright chuckles of his own. Your chest, which just moments ago had been compressed with terror, was now so full of love and happiness you were certain it might burst.

            “And tell me, Ser Gwayne, what is the cure for this most dire of conditions?” you matched his tone of feigned worry as your laughter subsided.

            “Hmmm,” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, unable to hide the dimples forming on his cheeks, proof of his barely-suppressed smile, “perhaps marriage? I have heard many esteemed lords claim that the institution of matrimony is bound to cure an ailment such as yours.”

            “Oh, but I fear I’ve tried that,” you exclaimed, “and it has only made my condition worse.”

            “Then this is indeed one of the most serious cases I’ve ever seen.” He pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: “There is one more cure, but it’s risky. You could try true love’s kiss. One does read about those sorts of things working miracles after all.”

            “What’s the risk?”

            “The risk is that the kiss renders your condition utterly uncurable by any other means.” Gwayne’s lips tilted up into your favorite lopsided smile as he grinned at you, dimples glowing like twin suns, sending the delicate freckles on his face colliding into each other like falling stars.

            “That’s a risk I’m more than willing to take,” you breathed as he reached out to cup your face and bring it close to his. You closed your eyes as your lips met in a burst of warm sunlight that seemed to fill your whole body with its radiance. You weren’t sure how long you remained pressed against him, feeling his heartbeat against your skin, his auburn locks twisted in your fingers, his necklace hanging between your entwined forms. 

            “Did it work?” he whispered when he finally pulled away, his forehead still resting against yours.

            “No,” you responded happily, your fingers once again finding the thin metal of the little circular charm, “I fear I’m even more madly and desperately in love with you than before.” You met his eyes, finding them bright and soft and just as madly and desperately in love as you were certain yours were.

            “Well, I like to think of myself as chivalrous, but I don’t think I can find it in myself to regret your condition,” he whispered, a teasing smile on his face as he reached a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

            “Nor can I,” you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

            He pulled you fully into his grasp then, maneuvering you both back under the covers without relinquishing his hold on you. You rested on his chest, head tucked under his chin as he wrapped both arms around you. Your fingers found his necklace, and you clasped it in your hand. He echoed your motion until both of your hands were intertwined around the metal circle, resting just above his heart. You could feel it beating against your skin, and you snuggled yourself even closer to him.

            “This is what I imagine,” Gwayne said softly to the darkness, “when I’m on the road without you, and all I have is this small charm to remind me of what it feels like to rest in your embrace. This is what I dream of.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezed your hand where it entwined with his on the necklace. “You’re always right here.”

            “I’m always right here,” you echo, your words a promise, a vow.

            “But thank the gods I don’t have to imagine right now,” you felt his words as his lips moved against your forehead, “because I am right here.” Gwayne wrapped his arms even more tightly around you, and you gladly tucked yourself further into his warm embrace. You felt yourself drifting back into a pleasant sleep in the comfort and safety of his arms. You heard his words echo softly in the gentle quiet of the room:

            “I’m right here.”

[lesbianwyllravengard]

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDD

ADAAAAAAAAAA💜💕💖💘💕💝❤️❤️‍🔥💜💗LOVE AND LIGHT OF MY LIFEEEEE

IT'S AMAZING ALREADY

trying my best at editing ada . Lord

AND not forgetting to tag the #1 ada wong lover. @hamartia-grander .

[greensagephase]

Basically Miguel earth 1223 🤭

DEAR LORD, WHEN I GET TO HEAVEN, PLEASE LET ME BRING MY MAN 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣

I'm slamming my fist on the desk, foaming at the mouth, clawing at the walls of my enclosure, pulling at my hair, screaming, crying, giggling and kicking my feet !!!!!!!!

KIRA IS BUILT DIFFERENT (and I now know her backstory but...) I WOULD BE FOLDING FASTER THAN A CHAIR IF HE LOOKED AT ME LIKE THAT 🛐🛐🛐

THE SMIRK??? OH MY GOD ---- When I tell you that I felt something, I mean, I felt something. I felt womanly things and I won't elaborate. 🙂 Omg, the way he's looking at us, the smirk, the hair, the confidence, the messed up collar *bites laptop,* THE UNBUTTONED TOP AND PEEK OF CHEST HAIR

I'm trying to be normal rn but failing so hard sjsjsksjks Earth 1223 Miguel... I have feelings for you, sir 😩

Ok, let me calm down so I can show some love to Kira, too!! I LOVE THE SUIT!! I don't think I've ever seen the full suit before, so it's so cool to see more of it!! I love the face/mask part!! I haven't seen anything like that before, so it's very unique. And also, the back design!! Idk if it's meant to look like that, or it's just me, but I love the little heart shape part and how along with the spider legs of her emblem, it looks like a ballerina dancing!! Maybe that's just how it looks to me, but either way, it's so so cool!! 💕💕

Pookie!! I'm trying to focus on NC today, but now with Earth 1223 Miguel... I'm struggling to focus on NC!Miguel!! 🫣

Thank you for sharing this piece, pooks!! I'm going to be thinking about this for forever, I think. That smirk is doing something to me!! I need to lock in!😭

I hope you're having a beautiful day/night, pooks!! Pls take care!! 🥰💖💕💕

Alondra❤️

[luneengene2]

No lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever, bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.

(I'M NOT OKAY RN, SOMEONE SAVE ME PLEASEEEE)

[thedevilsoftruth]

Lesson

Paring: ( COMIC ) Mr. Knight x AFAB reader

Warning: porn with no plot, smut, Mr. Knights gloves, mdom/fsub dynamic, crying during sex, rough sex, unprotected, dirty talk, biting, use of, " baby/baby girl " ( 641 words )

Notes: tiny drabble. THIS IS COMIC MR. KNIGHT, SO THIS IS NOT STEVEN, THIS IS MARC. We need more comic MK smut, so I'm trying to make that happen. Im reading the midnight mission rn and I'm like.. so down bad for Mr. Knight rn I think I'm going crazy.

He wore white leather gloves. White leather gloves that would go onto his large hands that'd be circling around your swollen clit at the very end of his day when he needed you most. He would keep his clothes on, only sliding his pants down so he could enter you. He'd have you on his lap, your back against his his chest as his rammed into you and kept his face into the crook of your neck. He had his mask pulled halfway up to his nose so that he could kiss you when he wanted to.

This wasn't what he usually did after a long night of kicking people's ass, but he needed to blow off some steam. But you guessed he was getting bored of the same ol' same ol' because he pulled out and flipped you over on your back on the blue sofa in his office. He sat down on his knees and re-entered you, his thrusts starting out more aggressive than they were before.

" I hope you're proud of yourself. " he grunted, running his gloved hands smoothly down your thigh, lifting it and planting a tender kiss on it before biting down on your skin. You winced at the contact, legs shaking from the previous 2 rounds he had gone on you.

" You have very simple rules; don't bug me when I'm working. But you just had to come here, begging me for my attention, huh? " He said with a chuckle, grasping your breast and twirling your nipple around his thumb. Your eyes were watery and your nose was burning. Nothing left your throat but endless cries and pathetic moans. You felt weak under his control. He had you wrapped around his finger, but even though it was hell you weren't letting go.

" Looks like someone needs better training, hmm? " He chuckled darkly, pulling you closer and wrapping a hand around your neck. You let out a choked cry, and a cold tear ran down your cheek as his speed seemingly increased.

Mr. Knight enjoyed this position because he could see your face. He could see how you reacted when he touched you and could see the marks he left on you. In this instance, the torn pantyhose and wet thighs, the bite marks and the scratch marks. He brought his gloved thumb up to your lips, playing with them as they foamed out drool down the side of your face.

" Poor baby girl. can't even handle 3 rounds. You close? hmm? " He cooed, using his free hand to grasp your thigh as he felt you tightly clench around him. You could feel the muscles contract in your sex. This was your signal. Mr. Knight took the cue and slammed in as fast as he could, making you squeal and buck against him in anticipation.

" Mr.. Kni-- "

" Shut it. I don't want to hear anything from you right now. " He said angrily, putting his hand over your mouth and muffling your moans of pure pleasure. " all you need to do right now is cum for me like the good little girl you are. " He whispered, leaning down to kiss and bite on your collarbone. He sucked at the skin he bit, and you let out a tiny scream as you felt your release rising. Your pussy clenched around his cock as he fucked through your walls, signaling him you were close. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body convulsing around his every touch.

" c'mon, baby. come for me one final time. " he panted, giving you his final thrusts before you lost control and began leaking around his cock. Soonly after yours, he spilled his hot spend into your warm cunt and pulled you.

" I hope you learned your fucking lesson. "

[k0dster]

OK question, who is everyone personal favorite, well written, mentally ill character?

Bc to this day nobody has topped Lucas Baker for me. I was kind of thinking about this Re7 au I had with an old friend today and started thinking about him again. Capcom has always done such a wonderful job with writing their characters, but something about Lucas makes me think about him every once in awhile.

It's hard to explain in words but the way he was written is just so scary. Not because he's got a bunch of molded henchmen and that creepy barn, but because he's so unpredictable and yet so smart and tactical. The kids a genius and shows it all throughout the game and his DLC, but he's also probably got some form of severe schizophrenia that has clearly gone untreated for near his whole life. He's incredibly smart and resourceful though - as in most cases - is limited by his mental illness.

The whole thing was a clear episode and I almost wanna pressume it happened before the doctors visit. Though that isn't really the point, I think alot of his issues stem from Jack. Not because he's ill too, but because he doesn't take it seriously. I live in the south myself and the stigma around men and their mental health here is so awful I don't even wanna start to imagine what it would do to a kid with schizophrenia who's dad choses to ignore it. I personally think Lucas would have grown up to be alot better of a person, hell, he might not have been in the house he was so well off if Jack had taken the time to acknowledge him. From just the look of the house and the way he acts in the daughter's (?? Sorry i seriously haven't played this game in almost a year) DLC really gives me that 'man of the house' 'men don't have feelings' kinda feel. I can only assume, the only other people in their home being women, that Jack really tried to drill that mentality into Lucas and completely glanced over Marguerites worries about him.

I almost feel bad for him. He's smart, talented, "gifted" if you must, though clearly limited by who I'm guessing to be Jack. There's a whole little story in game that really stuck out to me, when you're in Lucas's old room looking through his old journal entries he writes about Marguerite taking him for what I assumed was probably an MRI or maybe a CT scan of his head showing she clearly thought something was wrong with him. In an entry pretty close to that one he talks about his friend, Oliver, who keeps messing with him so he locks him in the attic. He talks about how he could hear him banging and screaming for help for about a day before he stopped and was eventually presumed dead to Lucas after he started to be able to smell his corpse. (I actually feel as crazy as him rn I can't find it but ik somewhere there's a document talking about how bad the smell was to him. I almost wanna say he talked about something dripping from the attic too on the same page but idk maybe i made that up)

EDIT: after 18 million years I found it so I was in fact not just loosing my mind

"Untreated schizophrenia can cause severe problems that affect many areas of life. It can disrupt how the brain works, interfering with thoughts, memory, senses, and behaviors. This can lead to difficulties in daily life, such as trouble organizing thoughts and behaving in ways that increase the risk of injury or illness." Which would explain Lucas's entire character during the game- minus the mold.

Ik this isnt my usual posting and an absolute yap fest but I seriously needed to talk about him again. He's so well written it makes me wanna foam at the mouth.

[stormyoceans]

https://x.com/Ch3Thailand_33/status/1851466558578835465

finally prigkhing stopped being in the role of a schoolgirl. gosh i'm so happy to see an adult prigkhing🥹when will gmm start doing the same?

SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP BLOOD LEVITATING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RUNNING LAPS ON THE CEILING HOWLING PRIGKHING MAIN LEAD IN AN OFFICE GL??????????? I NEED A MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS INTERVENTION TEAM IN THE ROOM WITH ME RN IMMEDIATELY I USED TO FUCKING DREAM OF TIMES LIKE THIS IM GONNA LOSE MY GOD DAMN MIND

like im so serious before she left GMMTV i would have 'prigkhing in a GL' in all my bingo cards, and although that already happened since she was a side character in the secret of us, im just so excited to see her getting a main role!!!!!! and it's sad to say, because i actually think GMMTV is way better than other companies in certain things, but god if this isn't yet another proof that they treat their women like crap and do not know how to handle their talent. like it's insane to think that after the shipper prigkhing has been stuck to side roles and then as soon as she leaves GMMTV she is able to bag a main one. i can't blame jane for leaving either tbh

i honestly hope this year can be GMMTV's wake up call because the amount of GLs that have aired and keep being announced in 2024 alone is mind-blowing. they better be having a bunch (and i mean a bunch. not one, not two, A BUNCH) of diverse GL shows ready to announce for their next line up or they're gonna start having a problem (me committing grand scale larceny and arson)

ANYWAY. IM SO VERY HAPPY FOR OUR GIRL PRIGKHING AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THE TRAILER FOR THIS TOMORROW

[starringthesturniolos]

Can you do a one shot where Chris and reader go on their first date! I'm wondering how you think a date with him would go honestly

I'LL COOK THIS UP REAL QUICK, I AM AT YOUR SERVICE BABE. he did say he'd take a bitch to top golf or bowling and ya'll already know we are going to eat it up every time. as a chris girl, I am screaming and foaming at the mouth rn, pleaseee.

[oh-no-its-bird]

I did more :33

W/ two different Amaterasu versions

I start tweaking whenever I'm not drawing Magical girl izuna content I'm hyperfixating on this save me pleqde thank you though for creating this masterpiece I wanna pull your brain out of your skull and examine it to see why it's so special but in like a fun way id give you an Ice-lolly so it wouldn't hurt u think that's how it works

SCREAMS

OH THIS LOOKS SO COOL IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RN

Im SO beyond happy that you like my au enough for it to have infected you, seriously just oh my god

The brain worms,,,, the agenda,,, it spreads,,

THE ART IS SO CUTE I KEEP LOOKING AT IT

I am handing u my brain on a silver platter as I sob on the floor in thanks, I will get on the operating table the popsicle is the only incentive I needed to agree u can get me to do anything for one of those bad boys