#I'm not weaker than you

[cold--carnage]

been trying extremely hard to stay clean from sh because it can very quickly get out of hand and last time we did it it was so bad that it scared our partner into a panic attack at the mere sight of it and I really don't want that to happen again and I really don't want to relapse into this addiction but there are triggers everywhere and no one seems to understand that it's really really unfair to act like people are weak for being triggered

[beanghostprincess]

A bit tired of people complaining about Sanji's principle of "not hitting women" being misogynistic when it has been clearly stated multiple times that he does not choose it and it's heavily tied to his trauma and admiration for his dad and respect for women and definitely not from seeing women as somehow weaker than him

[kenobihater]

of all the star wars movies, which of them do y'all 1) enjoy the most 2) consider the best quality and 3) think you've rewatched the most. add your answers in the reblogs or replies, i'm genuinely curious how much of an overlap there is within everyone's three answers. mine don't overlap at all! they're revenge of the sith, empire strikes back, and the force awakens :^)

[lelsiemeyers]

sorry i think about these pages so often.

[kacievvbbbb]

Maybe it's just me and I just don't understand the arc. Or maybe this arc will get some grand conclusion I'm really starting to doubt. But like I'm sick and tired of Tashigi being used as Zoro's misogyny proxy. Like the "a woman swordsman could never beat a man" belief and trauma made sense for both Kuina and Tashigi and was a very valid fear way back in the East Blue when they were still fighting relatively normal people and had no scope of how big the world is

but at this point where there are literally 20 feet tall dudes and people can blow up a whole city with just Haki the only reason Tashigi is still weak is because she is being written that way. Which is really hard to understand because it seems now more than ever One Piece has been getting more and more strong female characters so I don't know why every time Tashigi is on screen with Zoro we have to rehash this. It's even worse cause all she does in the scene is prove Zoro right by getting in a fight that she can't handle and needing saving. It's such a confusing message and honestly doesn't really apply or come up anywhere but with Tashigi and Zoro (outside of that one time where Zoro yells at enel for blasting Robin because she's a woman which was weird because Robin's been in a lot of fights before but seemed there just so enel could point out just how ruthless it is.)

Hell with the exception of the G5 all being in love with her. She is treated like a regular character and not just "the woman"

It honestly feels like both Tashigi and Smoker got lost in the narrative and Oda just doesn't know where to put their arcs. It feels like she was being written to help Zoro overcome whatever mental block Kuina's death instilled in him about facing female opponents with his sword. But she is just sooooo far behind him it renders the point moot and strengthens his convictions (it's weird that he will literally crush a woman's face rather than use his sword and is the only reason I won't say he doesn't fight women he does he just seems to have a mental block about cutting them down especially if they fight with anything blade like) but also we've only ever seen him face female character he knows can't challenge him it would have been interesting to see what he'd do in a fight against someone like big mom, tsuru or smoothie doubt that will happen though. But here's to hoping for Tashigi to have an actual arc.

[inusmasha]

So like...Inuyasha's decision to steal the Jewel and become a full demon rather than using it to become human and joining some village is interesting. I mean I get it,, he's had to literally fight to see another day. But this implies that Inuyasha is maybe ...afraid...of being human?? We know he believes humans are weaker. ....but maaaaybe it has to do with witnessing his mother's death as a kid. So being terrified has probably been his default mode for a very long time.. Which is why his rash agreement to turn human when Kikyo asks isn't just him taking a crazy ass risk. It shows that he's more afraid of being alone than being dead. lol. owie. haha.

[morsesnotes]

You've got need coming off you like a junkie gauging for a spike, but you won't do anything about it.

Endeavour | Muse

[utilitycaster]

Sort of a distant tangent off my post about Ashton, but I'm growing more and more suspicious of the fandom claim that there's no time for small RP moments in Campaign 3. I do think that it's been challenging to get deeper party bonding or serious conversations that aren't about the big philosophical questions they're facing, since those do take much more time; but then I think about Calamity, or Candela Obscura. I can genuinely give you at least a couple paragraphs about pretty much every relationship in the two Circles, or in the Ring of Brass. I can also point to no shortage of small moments between characters in the Mighty Nein Aeor or Vox Machina Vecna endgame episodes, which were all extremely plot-heavy and fast-paced, and D20 consistently nails character relationships in a fraction of the time.

I think it really does come down to, as Brennan Lee Mulligan always says, the character creation phase. Laying down a solid groundwork in which everyone has a detailed, rich backstory and sense of personality and relationship history (in the case of characters who knew each other prior to the start of the series) is absolutely crucial, and even in the case of characters who don't know each other before going in, a good amount of time spent in character creation ensures that it's easier for them to develop those interpersonal relationships on the fly. I know in actual play there's some degree of finding the character as you play, but there are games for which there is a very short runway, and I don't think it ever hurts to do more extensive character prep than the bare minimum. And if there are gaps, I think it also helps to go back and fill those in mid-way, away from the table - Travis clarifying Chetney's backstory being a great example that allowed the history of Chetney and Deanna to feel realized and full, despite only a few episodes.

I'll also be blunt: most of the time when people complain that there aren't moments because the plot keeps moving...they're mad about shipping. Which has always rung hollow to me. It was a common complaint in C2, that no time was taken for character relationships, despite them taking an entire half of an episode for the Beauyasha date and despite no shortage of moments for all three of the other couples (and plenty of platonic moments between friends). The issue was never a lack of time; it was that the characters they wanted to talk to each other didn't actually have the relationship in canon that the fans had dreamed up, and so, when the chips were down, they went to other people.

It takes two seconds to say something like "I hold their hand", even in the middle of plot-heavy adventuring. If someone doesn't say it, it's rarely the GM rushing them; it's the player either choosing not to do so, or not remembering to do so, and either of those is quite revealing regarding how the player feels about that relationship and where it stands in their priorities.

[allofthebeanz]

What I really love about xwp is that Xena and Gabrielle cry countless of times onscreen and that never detracts from their badass skills and respect as warriors. They get to wear a bunch of fun outfits with their bellies showing and not be sexualized by the camera because they're shown as people with complexities and personalities and a driving narrative force. Media should really learn from this. Characters of all genders should have this, where are more of these shows?

[furiousgoldfish]

abusers will tell you that you're too weak, pathetic and incapable to survive without them and then at the same time demand you to be resilient enough to withstand abuse, threats and violence

[sysig]

Hazing (Patreon)

[rinamars]

her eyes were wild

erwin smith x f!reader. 6.9k words. read on ao3

a prequel to in thrall.

or, how the commander acquired his pet, and how everyone fell in love with her.

(marley!erwin, implied sexual slavery, exhibitionism at its finest, possessive behaviour, public sex, deepthroating, you know the drill)

Her eyes were what captured his attention immediately.

In an endless row of frightened, whimpering girls, she stood calm and unafraid, almost proud. He had the opportunity to take any girl he wanted for himself, and he could have spent as many hours picking one out as he would have liked, but as soon as he gazed at those daring eyes, his decision was practically half made.

The dress they’d put on her was an ugly, unflattering thing, but it was also sheer enough to allow him to catch a glimpse of what lay underneath: smooth curves, supple, full breasts, and nipples that stood out on the rough fabric as if they’d been sculpted there, hardened by the cold temperature of the room. His hands itched to squeeze, to claim ownership. To part those soft lips of hers and push his fingers inside.

She became Commander Smith’s official companion the moment he pointed at her and said, “That one.”

It wasn’t until later that night that he finally got a proper eyeful. She’d been sent to the baths almost straightaway, and the sweet scent of expensive soaps and body oils preceded her entrance in the room. She was fully in the nude, just like he’d requested of the maids that had tended to her, and her still slightly damp hair framed her flushed face and her tits—which looked just as delicious as he’d imagined, if not more.

He sat on the bed and she walked to stand right in front of him, allowing herself to be looked at. And that angelic body truly deserved to be looked at, to be savoured slowly and thoroughly.

“You’re quite a sight, darling.”

Her sweet voice perfectly matched her appearance.

“Thank you.”

“It’s sir to you. You may also refer to me as master or Commander, if you prefer.”

“Understood, master.”

Did he imagine the slightly sardonic tinge in her tone? He must have, because she already looked so pliant and obedient, like a good girl. She even kneeled before him without having even been asked. Her tits swayed slightly when she did, and his cock twitched at the sight.

“You didn’t have to kneel just yet.”

“I apologize, sir. It just seemed appropriate.”

Ready to obey. Eager to please. He was going to have fun with that one.

He opened his legs to make more room between them.

“Come closer, angel.”

She crawled to bridge the distance between them. He ran his thumb along her full bottom lip, and her lips parted slightly, almost by reflex.

“As of tonight, you belong to me. I sense you already know what it entails. Do you?”

She nodded, looking just about ready to suck his thumb into her hot little mouth. He raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Yes, sir,” she finally enunciated. He gratified her with a smile.

“That’s right, you do. That is why you look like you would do anything I asked, hmm? Unbuckle my pants.”

Her dainty little fingers moved quickly and efficiently to work his trousers open, and then she looked at him, waiting for more instructions.

“Take my cock out.”

Her right hand wrapped around his length and he sighed, delighted. She freed it from its confines and looked at it, studying it, getting acquainted. Her avid curiosity was adorable.

“Like what you see, darling?”

Her eager eyes already said it all, but she still answered obligingly.

“I do, sir. You’re… really big.”

“And does that scare you?”

She was so small, after all. He already knew the tight clench of her cunt would be glorious.

“I shall do my best to make it fit, sir.” She looked up at him, daringly. “To the hilt.”

He smiled deviously as he thumbed her lip again. She was truly something else.

“In due time, angel. First, I was thinking of fucking that lovely face of yours. Do you think you can take it?”

“I would certainly like to try, sir.”

“Then open wide.”

He slid inside, and it was heaven. Her mouth was tight and hot, and it seemed like she needed no guidance: she immediately welcomed his cock down her throat, pulling back when she’d start to gag and immediately diving back in. It was a huge relief for him, who’d been hard ever since he’d picked her at the auction. His balls were hanging heavy and aching, and she immediately began to fondle them, almost as if he could read his mind. It was majestic.

“Good fucking girl. You already know how to take it so well.”

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned around him, and her voice vibrated against his cock, sending a wave of pleasure through his body.

He slid one large hand on her nape, guiding her movements, and she instantly took the hint and began to bob her head faster, moaning all throughout. That sound was like fine music to his ears.

Getting up from the bed and fucking her face with abandon made him even drunker on the feeling. She was a sweet little thing, moaning louder and louder each time he picked up speed, and the wet sounds produced by her mouth only made him even more delirious.

“That’s right,” he grunted, holding her head steadily. “That’s good. Oh, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

She glowed at the praise. Thin lips stretched around his thick length, fiery eyes fixed on his as she let him move faster and faster.

He squeezed the base of his cock and pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop before he could come. His other hand cradled her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, still without looking away.

“Looks like your mouth can fit me just fine, hmm?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered, trying to latch her lips back onto him. He pushed her face back.

“Behave. You’re an impatient little slut, aren’t you?”

“For you, master.”

“We shall work on that. I’ll make an obedient, disciplined darling out of you. For now, though, I’ll enjoy what’s mine.” He pried her lips open to push his index and middle fingers inside, and she sucked on them happily. She protested when he took them out. “Obey. Stand up.”

She did, obediently. When he sat back down on the bed, his face was aligned with her tits, and he could allow himself the indulgence of grabbing handfuls of them, feeling how plump and soft they were. They looked ample on her slim frame, but they were still small enough to fit in his hands. He pressed his face between them, inhaled her intoxicating scent, and sank his teeth in her soft flesh. Her unblemished skin was a blank canvas, begging to be embroidered with teeth marks.

She let out a scream. Pain or pleasure, what was the difference, anyway?

“These are mine, too.”

He sucked on a hardened nipple next, and she sounded so out of it already.

“Yes—oh, yes!”

“Sit on my lap.”

His cock fit snugly between the warm, wet folds of her cunt. She gasped at the feeling and threw her head back, practically humping his lenght without actually sinking down on him.

“Hah—hnghh!”

She was slathering him with her arousal, undoubtedly in preparation of what was to come. Of what she clearly couldn’t wait for.

“Again, so greedy. I didn’t tell you to move just yet,” he admonished her, prompting her to still her movements, though he was in no way annoyed by her actions. In fact, he added, “But I’m about to fuck you for the first time, so I’ll let that slide. Keep bouncing on me, darling, let me feast on this wonderful sight.”

She moved again, doing these tiny jumps on top of him, and she truly looked perfect, face flushed, mouth agape and tits moving along with her, up and down, up and down. He squeezed her ass and grinded up against her harder, making her squeal when the tip of his cock caught the rim of her hole.

“Oh, please!”

There she is. He was sure she’d start begging unprompted, eager as she was.

“Use your words, love. Please what?”

“Fuck me—oh—fuck me!”

He was more than happy to oblige. “On your back. Spread your legs.”

That night, everyone at headquarters learnt that Commander Smith had a new pet, and that she was absolutely insatiable. Her enthusiastic moans filled everyone’s ears all night long, and they welcomed it eagerly, chasing relief between their own whores’ legs at the rhythm of her delighted mewls.

It was only well after the break of dawn that those debauched sounds finally ceased. He kept her folded in half for hours, claiming the space between her legs as his and only his, and she accepted him each time like it was the highest honour possible, because it was. Commander Smith was known by many to be the most powerful and influential man within the ranks of the Marleyan military—and likely beyond, too—which meant that being chosen as his companion—so is how they called their whores—was nothing short of a privilege.

Their routine in the beginning was simple and repetitive. She was to remain within the bounds of the Commander’s quarters at all times—all companions are on probation the first few weeks, to test their loyalty, so to speak—and, though she had been granted her own sleeping area, she shared her master’s bed every night, since she was usually too tired and weak to leave it after they finished fucking.

Her first meal of the day usually consisted in her master’s cock, which he thrust into her mouth all the way to the hilt shortly after waking up, fucking her mouth until he spilled down her throat. Watching her swallow it all was part of the fun: each time, he felt the possessiveness bloom within him, a devious sense of pride at the idea of owning this angel of a girl that eagerly gobbled his seed down like it was ambrosia.

No matter how busy he was during the day, he always made sure to set aside more than enough time to go back and forth between his office and his quarters to satisfy his urges. And hers as well, clearly: that sweet creature was always so full of surprises he simply longed to see how much further he could push her, what new levels of depravity she was willing to reach.

He’d been faithful to his domineering nature at first, to his intrinsic urge to claim and own, so he’d mainly bend her in half over his desk and take her from behind, manhandle her until he could have her from any angle he wanted and hear her scream in ecstasy.

He also tested her obedience, positioning her on his cock as he sat behind the desk and instructing her to behave and stay still, to keep him warm inside her tight cunt as he read letters and penned appropriate responses. The little angel just couldn’t keep quiet at first, always trying to get him deeper inside with tiny movements of her hips, and, though he loved hearing those little whimpers of desperation, that wasn’t the purpose of the act. He’d get up, throw her over the hard surface of his workspace and tan her ass until it was covered in red handprints.

Thanks to his lessons, she got better and better at being patient. And Smith always rewarded those who obeyed.

Letting her take the reins began as his way to praise her for being a good girl, his perfect little slut, but it was so titillating to watch her give herself pleasure that he ended up giving her that semblance of power more and more often. He let her ride him, and she did so with hunger, with need, moaning like she was singing a song, and it was always a sight too delectable not to feast upon.

With a voice as sweet as hers, it wasn’t long before her fame rose among the Commander’s subordinates and fellow officers. They didn’t get any chances to see her just yet, but hear her they could well enough. It was easy for them to fantasize. Rumours quickly spread across the base about how hungry for cock she must be for the Commander to make her scream like that every night, about how good of a fuck she likely was. They painted her as the kind of companion one could do absolutely anything to—and they wouldn’t have been wrong to think such things.

A lesser man would have been angry, hearing those rumours. Maybe even jealous. But Smith wasn’t a lesser man. He understood that those rumours were further proof of the power he held in his hands.

He was the Commander. He had the final say in all kinds of strategic decisions. People admired him. Envied him. Feared him. At times, loathed him. And now they wanted to fuck his woman, despite being fully aware that they couldn’t even wish to surpass him in that area, just like they couldn’t surpass him in strength or intellect.

They could keep dreaming, and he would take every opportunity to remind them that she was his. By taking her against the railing of his balcony one afternoon, he hoped the message could be loud and clear.

She perked up upon seeing him enter the room, take off his jacket and head towards her in long, determined strides. She squealed when he stuck his tongue down her throat and began to feel her breasts over the thin fabric of her dress. By the time he’d guided towards the balcony, stood behind her as she held onto the railing and ripped her soaked panties in half, she was a whimpering mess. And they hadn’t even begun yet.

“What do you see, darling?” he growled in her ear.

She couldn’t stop trying to grind against his crotch, starved for friction.

“I see the—hhgh—the t-training grounds, sir.”

It wasn’t an answer that satisfied him. He caught her earlobe between his teeth, making her shiver. “And? What else?”

“Hah—ah—”

“Use your words, angel.”

“I see—I see p-people. Soldiers. They’re… they’re looking at us, sir.”

“That’s right.” He finally grinded against her, giving her a taste of what she wanted. “They’re looking at us. You see, you’ve amassed quite a following. They hear your lovely voice, all the sounds you make when you let me have my way with you, and they wish they could fuck you, too. Would you let them fuck you, princess?”

“No—no!” She was grinding back harder now. “I would—not!”

Correct answer. “And why is that, hmm?”

“I only want you, m-master,” she cried out. “I only need your—I only need your cock!”

After having effortlessly unbuckled his pants with only one hand—he didn’t miss her delighted gasp as she heard the clinking sound of his belt—he finally freed his aching cock and slid it between her buttocks. It looked so big against her ass, and yet her tight little cunt always took him like it was nothing. He loved that contrast.

“Should we show them? That only I can make you sound like that?”

She pushed back again, demanding.

“Take me! Please—hah! Please!”

Smith’s icy blue eyes stared at the eager bystanders who’d begun to gather on the training grounds, summoned by the incoming show. His gaze was piercing through their heads as he entered her with one hard thrust, earning a delicious moan from her.

“Hah—oh—yes!”

He gripped her waist and began fucking her like an animal. The spectators all looked petrified. Some had begun to touch themselves over their clothes, doing a terrible job at concealing it.

“You’re mine, aren’t you? You’re mine.”

“Ye—yes!”

“Say it.” The wet sound of skin slapping against skin was driving him wild. “Say who you belong to.”

“I belong to—to you! Oh! Commander! Yours!”

“That’s it, you’re my good girl,” he praised her. “Mine.” Her delighted screams echoed around them. “Mine.” His grip was bruising, his pace brutal. “Mine.”

He preened when he saw how enraptured, how captivated their audience was when she came with a melodious shout. Despite the distance, he could tell that it was disappointment what he could read on their faces, crushing defeat at the realization that they’d never get to fuck the goddess they’d finally caught a glimpse of.

The Commander began to parade her around after that. She was finally allowed to leave his quarters, but only to follow him around everywhere he went. She joined him in every meeting, she was there during training, she never left his side. And he loved showing her off, he adored seeing the unfulfilled hunger in people’s eyes when they looked at her.

Their little escapade on the balcony ended up generating, in fact, even more rumors surrounding her and her relationship to the Commander. Everyone knew that the day in which he would bring her along to one of their frequent dinner parties was drawing near, and they couldn’t wait for it, because they would have been able to see her from up close, certainly witness her in action, or maybe, in a delusional flight of fancy, even cop a feel.

As soon as the Commander and his companion entered the large room where that night’s dinner party was being held, all eyes were on them. Or, more likely, they were on her irresistible form, on the way the sleeves of her chemise had slid off her shoulders to reveal soft skin—so brazenly bejeweled by the red marks of their passion—and the way her tight corset barely contained her tits.

They walked into the room, seemingly not caring about all the attention, and they took their seats: him, at the head of the table, and her, on his lap.

He looked imperturbable as ever, while she looked like she was having the time of her life: she ate directly from his fingers, which she sucked clean if necessary, she tasted sweet, expensive wines, and she grinded happily against her master’s cock, squealing, whimpering and giggling drunkenly. It didn’t take long for the alcohol to have an effect on her. He had to grip her hips and hold her still after a while.

“Behave,” he growled in her ear, before taking another drag from his cigarette. “You’re humping me like a bitch in heat.”

“But—hah—” she tried to bounce on him again, but his grip tightened— “I want it!”

“I said behave.”

Only the need to preserve at least a semblance of propriety was preventing him from spearing her on his cock right then and there. He told himself he only had to wait another hour or so, until they reached the second half of that party—when things could get a lot more interesting.

Just another hour. But that slut wouldn’t stop begging to be fucked right there.

Who would have known, when the long, flowy skirt of her dress could hide them so well? Who would have judged, when everyone in the room would have done anything to be in his place?

Hidden by the table, he quickly freed his cock, already hard and ready, and slipped into the searing wetness of her cunt with ease. She was still stretched enough from when she rode him earlier that afternoon, and she wasn’t wearing any underwear, either. It was just too easy.

“Don’t make a sound,” he warned her as she tilted her head backwards, melting against his chest.

It must have been quite a feat for her, having to keep all of her moans in, but she’d learnt a lot since her first night there. She remained silent as she fucked herself in quick movements, and he leaned back against his chair, smoking the last of his cigarette.

“You’re being too conspicuous,” he warned her. “You’re moving too much. Everyone will know it’s my cock you’re bouncing on. Do you want everyone to know?”

If he’d asked that question to himself, his unflinching answer would have been yes. He was taking such a liking to mating in public, he loved the thrill of it, as well as that surge of possessiveness it sparked in him. He almost wanted someone to walk up to him, notice what was going on under the thin layer of her skirt, and feel intimidated by that assertion of dominance. He got drunk on the idea.

And he clearly wasn’t the only one.

“Ye—yeah,” she whimpered, delirious. “Yeah!”

She probably didn’t even know what she was answering to, such was the effect that wine and cock had on her. She’d tune out, only focusing on the feeling of being penetrated.

“What if someone walks up to us, hmm?” he whispered in her ear, making her quiver. “How can I speak to them if you’re here fucking yourself like a slut?”

“Don’t—don’t talk to them. Just f—oh—just fuck me.”

The assertiveness that rose in her whenever she got that lustful wasn’t one he could easily straighten out, but he didn’t really mind it.

He laughed through his nose. “You’re demanding, little one.” Then, he gripped her hips, holding her still. “Quiet. Someone’s coming over.”

General Magath took a seat next to them, the first to try to engage the Commander in conversation since he’d began fucking her. Magath was someone he couldn’t dismiss, but he knew he wouldn’t keep him busy for too long: no one discussed urgent matters on nights like those, and so the most Smith expected from him was the exchange of a few pleasantries, nothing more.

“It’s a fine night for a celebration, don’t you agree, Smith?”

“Remarkably so,” he agreed, as she clenched desperately around him. “Such amusements are always refreshing after a long day.”

Magath’s smile turned lascivious when he aimed his gaze at her. “Your lady here seems to agree, doesn’t she?”

She sank deeper on his cock under the guise of sitting up straighter, and gave Magath a blasé look.

“She does, she’s enjoying her night, naturally,” Smith quickly provided, “though this kind of entertainment has her easily bored.”

“That’s too bad,” Magath tutted. He was gawking hugrily at her breasts, more specifically at the spot where her right nipple was beginning to break free from the tight hold of the corset. “I’m sure the second part of the night will be more to her liking. That is something she and I would have in common. The two of you will be joining, won’t you?”

The General was getting a bit too cheeky for his taste.

Many officers would often allow their companions to entertain other men, either by getting on their knees for them or even actually lying with them, and, just like the General had alluded to, it was an especially common practice on nights like those. Not for the Commander, though.

He’d never been one too keen to share. None of his past companions had ever been allowed to touch or be touched by another man, and, if he didn’t want them anymore, he’d set them free rather than pass them to someone else. His possessiveness should have been nothing new: so why was Magath eyeing her like she was his next meal?  When did the Commander ever give the impression he was willing to share this one?

She might not have been his first companion, but he’d already decided she’d be the last. And that made her even less likely to be touched by hands than weren’t his.

“We will be there,” he smiled. A smile devoid of all warmth.

“Well,” the other man concluded, standing up, “I’ll see you later, Smith. Enjoy your night.”

“Likewise.”

She began to properly rock her hips again once the General was out of sight.

“What’s—hah—what’s later?”

“We’re just going to play cards, darling,” he explained, teasing her breasts with light caresses before properly fixing her corset. People were glancing at her from afar, he didn’t like it. “And I’m also going to play with you. How does that sound?”

She clenched around him and whimpered softly.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His fingers now caressed her lips, requesting entrance. “You’d like me to play with you in front of everyone, hmm?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” She welcomed his fingers inside her tight little mouth, sucking on them eagerly. “Mm-mhm.”

“I want them all to see you from up close, to see what a perfect little angel you are,” he smiled, feeling her tongue under his fingertips. “My perfect little angel.”

She moaned around his fingers and clenched around his cock again, her pretty eyes glazing over.

“I bet they’ll love you,” he whispered. “Even more than they already do.”

She looked just about ready to come, when Smith slipped out of her and reached under her skirt to tuck himself back into his pants. It was too sudden, and the poor thing almost burst into tears.

“Shh,” he soothed her. He latched his mouth onto her neck as an apology. “I’m saving it all for later, princess.”

Later finally turned into now when most of the soldiers began to head out and the officers moved to the adjacent room, accompanied, of course, by their companions. Before that, he’d let his sweet maiden take a nap against his chest, allowing her slight wine intoxication to wear off; when she roused, she looked just about ready to go again.

The avid look he’d seen earlier in Magath’s sunken eyes was now reflected on the faces of everyone present. They all kept glancing at her as she sat in her personal spot on the Commander’s lap, resting her back against his chest as he pretended to be fully immersed in the card game. She too seemed like she was focused on the cards he was holding, all quiet and still, but it became clear it was all a facade when she lifted her arms up under the pretense of a sleepy stretch and her tits finally popped out of her tight corset.

She wasn’t focused on the cards. In reality, she’d noticed their attention and was basking in it: the little thing truly liked to show off. And if she was that eager to play, he would fulfill his promise.

Some men groaned when her breasts were freed, others gestured for their companions to get on their laps, soft breasts perfectly at eye level. Smith had the decency to keep his own appreciation to himself, only letting her know by slipping his free hand under her skirt and gripping her thigh firmly, flesh against hot flesh.

The game went on. Liquor was poured, cigar smoke clouded the room, and her little hands gripped the edge of the table as she began to rock helplessly over his lap, grinding her ass down on his crotch.

“This isn’t enough, isn’t it?” he whispered in her ear, before teasing it with his tongue. “You need more, hmm?”

She let her head fall backwards on his shoulder and mewled.

“Give it to her, Smith, she seems desperate for it,” Magath suggested on the other side of the table. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the view that the previous encounter had only hinted at: free from their confines, her breasts bounced along her every movement, demanding attention.

When he began peppering her nape with kisses—soft and light, like they always were at first—her moans finally echoed in the dimly lit room, a captivating tune that made everyone groan and sigh. She lifted herself up from the Commander’s chest and stretched her arms and torso over the table, over the cards they were still supposed to be playing, presenting herself more properly for everyone to admire.

“Sweet thing,” the man sitting next to Smith growled. “How much more can you scream, huh?”

As he uttered those last words, he let his hand wander towards her, clearly eager to touch any part of her he could reach, but Smith was faster. He slapped that errant hand away, shooting him a dirty look.

“Who told you to touch her?” he snarled. The way his icy eyes stared the man down was bloodcurling. “Who told you you could touch her?”

“I—”

“Hands off. I won’t repeat myself.”

The other gulped, and immediately retreated his hand.

“She just seems very eager, Commander,” another one noted with a smirk. His right arm was moving rhythmically as he leisurely sat back in his chair. “Don’t you want to let her have some fun? She clearly wants it.”

Considering how vigorously that man was pumping himself under the table, it was clear it wasn’t her fun he had in mind, but rather his. But she wasn’t having any of it.

The way she clicked her tongue diverted everyone’s attention from the quarrel between the Commander and the other soldier. Smith turned her eyes back to her.

“As if any of you could touch me the way he does.”

It was the first time she’d spoken in front of someone other than the Commander—or rather, the first time her voice had articulated something other than delighted moans or desperate begging for more.

“As if any of you could fuck me the way he does,” she continued, her voice resembling a hiss. All ice had melted from the Commander’s now blazing eyes. He could have burned holes into those men’s heads, such was the intensity of his stare. “None of you are even half the man he is. Don’t you fucking lay a finger on me.”

That’s my girl, Smith thought, feeling a devious smirk rise on his lips. He hadn’t been expecting her to put them in their place and make the matter of her exclusivity clear to everyone, but he should have known she would have ended up surprising him yet again; for that, she deserved rewards unlike any he’d bestowed on her previously.

Everyone had fallen silent. Some looked shocked, others looked sullen, but all of them had that unsatisfied look in their eyes, like children who sulked after having been denied candy.

Magath was the one to break that tense silence.

“You got yourself a fiercely loyal one, Smith,” he chuckled. “They’re the best kind. Always the best ones to fuck.”

Smith looked at him, and didn’t miss the way his hand had also disappeared beneath the table.

Yeah, and you wish you were in my stead as well, don’t you? Pathetic old sleaze.

He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his shirtsleeves up to the elbows.

“You heard the lady, didn’t you?” He unlaced her corset completely so he could take it off and let it fall to the floor. “Take a good look. This is the closest you’ll ever get to experiencing what it’s like to lie with her.”

Her chemise, the last garment that covered her body, was next: he gripped the hem of the skirt and lifted it up, and she raised her arms obediently, allowing it to come off.

There she was, nude and sinfully enticing. The flickering light of the chandeliers bounced off her bare skin, making her look even more like an ethereal creature.

“Get up, love,” he whispered in her ear, making goosebumps bloom all over her delicate skin. “Go lie on the table for me. On your back.”

She immediately complied. She shoved the cards aside with nonchalance before hopping on the table and laying down, keeping her arms lifted over her head. Her legs widened almost automatically in the process, and she looked so inviting, so irresistible, that any kind of foreplay was the last thing on Smith’s mind at that moment.

“You just called her fiercely loyal, didn’t you, General Magath?” he inquired, standing up and slowly unbuttoning his trousers. “That’s a truly fitting definition. Loyal, devoted. There’s nothing that she wouldn’t do for me.”

He took his cock out, hard and heavy, and let it slide over her soaking cunt, so that everyone could take notice of the size difference. She mewled in delight and arched her back, chasing that long-awaited touch.

“If only you could get to be inside her.” How mean, saying that after having made it abundantly clear that that could never happen. He had to refrain himself from laughing at them. “You could fuck her for hours, and she’d still be so tight and lovely.”

He finally slid inside; he went in much slower than he typically did, because he wanted them to see it all, to watch as his enormous length disappeared in her little cunt. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt, and grunted when his balls were finally flush with her ass. She moaned all the way.

“She would take you so well. It’s no small feat. But you can take it, can’t you, darling?”

“Ah—oh—mmh!”

He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, back into that searing heat. The wet sound of his hips hitting her skin echoed in the silent room while everyone watched, petrified.

“Words, love.”

“Ye—yes!”

He did it again. Slam. It was loud and wet, a sinful symphony.

“Yes…?”

“M-Master!” She clenched gloriously around his cock as he buried himself inside her once again. “Yes, Master! Yes!”

He was sinking so deep into her he could see the faint outline of his cock bulging her stomach every time he slammed back in.

“Look how much she loves it.” He was moving even faster now, the sound of skin slapping against skin louder and incessant. “She just can’t get enough. She’d spend all day with a cock buried between her legs if she could. You would, hmm?”

“Ye—yeah—hah—yes!”

“Or maybe—” he lifted her legs over his shoulders so that he could go even deeper, and she screamed— “maybe you’d rather spend all day with a cock in your mouth, hmm?”

“Only—yours!”

“Of course, my darling,” he cooed, shoving himself as deep inside of her as he possibly could and remaining there. That faint bulge became visible once again, and he caressed her stomach with one hand. No matter how many times they fornicated, it was always astounding how deep he could get. “You were made to take my cock, and mine alone.”

“Yours—ah, yours—”

She was so delirious that her words were slurred, the telltale sign that she was close to the edge. Her first orgasm of the night—because he certainly didn’t want to end the show there—was intense and glorious, it made her arch her back even more and release the most beguiling moan Smith had ever heard come from her mouth.

She was smiling, too, a sweet, satisfied smile that lit her whole face up. When she opened her eyes again, they looked like two flames in the dark, her gaze intense and alluring. Those wild, wild eyes that had him captivated from the very first moment he saw her were bewitching him all over again, wordlessly asking for more. It took him all his strength not to fill her with his seed right then and there.

Catching his breath, he slipped out of her, and she whined at that feeling of emptiness, keeping her legs wide open as if to entice him to enter her again.

“Once isn’t enough for you, hmm?”

In his peripheral vision, the other soldiers were still frozen and enraptured in their seats even if they had other girls in their arms, and the Commander liked what he saw. He enjoyed their disgruntlement.

“Turn around. Hang your head off the edge.”

Even in her new position she kept her legs spread wide, flaunting her cute little hole, all glistening and stretched open. It was hard to tell whether Magath and those sitting next to him were having the best or the worst time of their lives: the best for being so close to the gates of heaven, or the worst for being denied the chance to enter.

“Let’s show them how good you are at swallowing me whole, darling. Open up, breathe through your nose. Like that. That's a good girl.”

He kept one hand on her neck, using the other to guide himself into her mouth. His thrusts were shallow at first, allowing her to get used to the intrusion, but then he really got into it, and pushed himself further: her throat squeezed around him in a way that had him groan in appreciation, and he took his hand away from her neck so that everyone could see how perfectly she was taking him.

He fucks her face once, twice, three times, before pulling out so she could catch her breath. Her cheeks were wet from tears, spit and his precum, and she coughed a bit, but stretched her arms so that she could grip his thighs.

“Again,” she demanded, her sweet voice now hoarse from the exertion. “More.”

She was starving for it. When he fed her his cock again, he managed five whole thrusts before she started gagging. He suspected he could actually hurt her if they kept going like that, so he slid out, running his thumb on her lips to wipe off that mixture of fluids.

“Let’s not ruin your pretty voice when you’re not done singing yet,” he murmured when she whined, cradling her damp cheek. He looked around the room: every pair of eyes was still deeply focused on them. He leaned down to brush his lips against her ear. “Don’t you want them all to hear you, hmm?”

“S-Sir, please, please—”

As she laid there still, chest heaving as she caught her breath, he addressed their enraptured public once again.

“My perfect, insatiable little slut.” He sat back in his chair, lazily palming at his cock, which was still hard and ready. She got the implicit invitation and, with trembling limbs, hopped off the table. “Yes, love. Come here.”

Maybe that was where the show should have ended, with one round of rough coupling and some showing off of her deepthroating skills, which were just for him. Maybe, when his sweet girl came to sit in his lap, he should have wrapped her in his coat, picked her up in his arms and taken her to his quarters, so that he could pound her into the mattress in private and leave everyone libidinous and utterly frustrated. They should all have gotten the message by that point, after all.

But then she sank onto him with no forewarning and started riding him with fervour, consumed by feral lust and unbridled passion, and he decided he’d allow one last spectacle. For the sake of his pride, her pleasure and everyone else’s chagrin.

He delivered one harsh slap to her ass, just for show, and she mewled even louder, bounced even faster.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes—hah—yes!”

His left hand gripped her ass tightly, the other sank possessively into her unruly hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Mmh—ah! Ah! Ah!”

“Take it,” he growled, delirious. “Take it all.”

He began filling her up just seconds after she reached her own peak, and it felt devastating. Glorious. He felt like it was taking him ages to empty himself completely, but she took everything he had to give like she always did, with an eagerness that was absolutely endearing. Her body was utterly spent, but she surprised him yet again when she used the very last bit of energy she had left to turn around to face the other men in the room. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she kept her legs properly spread so that everyone could see his seed dripping out of her, trickling down her thighs and onto the floor.

No words were spoken in the following minutes. The Commander reached for one of his cigars, lit it up and idly brought it to his mouth, letting the smoke twirl around them. A few seconds passed before she lifted her head to ask for a hit, and he let her have it, placing the cigar between her lips. She enjoyed the smoke and enjoyed his teeth grazing her neck, humming contentedly.

The silence lasted until the cigar was all burnt out. Then, Smith reached behind him for his coat, which he’d draped over the back of the chair, and wrapped his dozy darling in it like he’d intended to do. He effortlessly stood up with her in his arms, with the nonchalance of someone who hadn’t just fucked like an animal in front of a table full of people.

He didn’t even bother studying their faces this time; the fact that no one dared utter a single word was enough for him.

“Now, gentlemen, I hope you’ll excuse us, but we’ll retire for the evening. I definitely ought to join you for a game again in the future. Have a pleasant rest of the night.”

He strode towards the door without looking back and disappeared in the darkness of the corridor.

He couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as he headed to his quarters. He’d risen through the ranks of the military faster than anyone his age, he held immeasurable influence, he had money, he had the looks, and now he owned the sweetest, most beautiful little whore Marley had to offer, an angel who was willing to do anything to declare who she belonged to and strengthen the power he held over everyone else. 

He anticipated the delight of getting into a warm bath with her and then spending all night between her legs, lulling her to sleep with the melody of the bed creaking under their entwined bodies. And he looked forward to doing that every night, for all eternity.

[bnhatrashsideblog]

If you think of it, many of the people in this fandom keep proving Monoma right and making his character have so much sense- like guys, class 1-B is not the lesser class. They aren't weaker than class 1-A, the classes weren't assigned by strength or anything like that. The only difference between the two classes is that the fucking MC is in one of them, which automatically makes them the center of attention. If Midoriya got assigned to class 1-B then no one would fucking think they're lesser than class 1-A lol.

"How Hagakure/Mineta/whatever got in class 1-A?" girl the question is how they got in the hero course, not class 1-A (which is a talk for another post, not this one). Them being in class 1-A doesn't mean they're automatically stronger than everyone in class 1-B

[yusuke-of-valla]

"Pokémon rivals are too nice now they used to be mean"

My brother in Christ the last mean rival before Carmine was Silver.

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than functionally no rares

Made some Duskmourn cards and also thought about the upcoming set currently known as "Death Race" and got in a vehicle mood

[novadreii]

If your life circumstances have always required from you an abnormal amount of strength and resilience, I see you. If your inner child lets out a small sob anytime someone compliments you on that strength, I see you. If that strength translates to you being some form of domineering/abrasive because you learned early on that your lot in life was to take care of yourself because nobody else ever did, I see you. If you are so fucking angry all the time and can't pinpoint why, I see you. If you've had to watch as people you care about continue to abandon you in adulthood because you grew up to be type A, controlling and assertive, I see the fuck out of you. It's not your fault that nobody ever gave you a soft place to land so that you could be your true self. And I won't inundate you with condescending platitudes about how you'll find your person/people one day.

Some of us are lucky, but to depend on external sources for your well being is a crap shoot. I won't tell you to keep looking for your home in other people. Home is where you are. Take that strength you've painstakingly cultivated since you were a child, and quadruple it. Become bulletproof, unbreakable. Don't let anyone else find a fault line in you to exploit ever again.