#bean spasms

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of december

a.r. ammons collected poems: 1951-1971: "dunes"

jennifer robertson shrill shirts will always balloon

n. scott momaday in the presence of the sun: stories and poems, 1961-1991: "the delight song of tsoai-talee"

ted berrigan the collected poems of ted berrigan: "bean spasms"

natalie diaz when my brother was an aztec: "abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian rezervation"

greg miller watch: "river"

joanna klink excerpts from a secret prophecy: "terrebonne bay"

dorothy dudley pine river bay

brenda shaughnessy our andromeda: "our andromeda"

frank lima incidents of travel in poetry: "orfeo"

lehua m. taitano one kind of hunger

no'u revilla kino

linda hogan when the body

paul verlaine one hundred and one poems by paul verlaine: a biligual edition: "moonlight" (tr. norman r. shapiro)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "the cypress broke" (tr. fady joudah)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "your night is of lilac"

amir rabiyah prayers for my 17th chromosome: "our dangerous sweetness"

sara nicholson the living method: "the end of television"

charles shields proposal for a exhibition

ginger murchison a scrap of linen, a bone: "river"

tsering wangmo dhompa virtual

anne carson the beauty of the husband: "v. here is my propaganda one one one one oneing on your forehead like droplets of luminous sin"

muriel rukeyser the collected poems of muriel rukeyser: "the book of the dead"

anne stevenson stone milk: "the enigma"

david tomas martinez love song

robert fitzgerald charles river nocturne

thomas mcgrath the movie at the end of the world: collected poems: "many in the darkness"

linda rodriguez heart's migration: "the amazon river dolphin"

donald revell the glens of cithaeron

sumita chakraborty dear, beloved

angela jackson and all these roads be luminous: "miz rosa rides the bus"

kofi

[writing-with-sophia]

Poison list

While it's important to approach writing with creativity and imagination, it's crucial to prioritize responsible and ethical storytelling. That being said, if you're looking for information on poisons for the purpose of writing fiction, it's essential to handle the subject matter with care and accuracy. Here is a list of some common poisons that you can use in your stories:

Hemlock: Hemlock is a highly poisonous plant that has been used as a poison in various works of literature. It can cause paralysis and respiratory failure.

Arsenic: Arsenic is a toxic element that has been historically used as a poison. It can be lethal in high doses and can cause symptoms such as vomiting, abdominal pain, and organ failure.

Cyanide: Cyanide is a fast-acting poison that affects the body's ability to use oxygen. It can cause rapid loss of consciousness and cardiac arrest.

Nightshade: Nightshade plants, such as Belladonna or Deadly Nightshade, contain toxic compounds that can cause hallucinations, respiratory distress, blurred vision, dizziness, an increased heart rate, and even death when ingested.

Ricin: Ricin is a potent poison derived from the castor bean plant. It can cause organ failure and has been used as a plot device in various fictional works.

Strychnine: Strychnine is a highly toxic alkaloid that affects the nervous system, leading to muscle spasms, convulsions, and respiratory failure.

Snake Venom: Various snake venoms can be used in fiction as deadly poisons. Different snake species have different types of venom, each with its own effects on the body.

Digitalis: Digitalis, derived from the foxglove plant, contains cardiac glycosides. It has been historically used to treat heart conditions, but in high doses, it can be toxic. Overdosing on digitalis can cause irregular heart rhythms, nausea, vomiting, and visual disturbances.

Lead: Lead poisoning, often resulting from the ingestion or inhalation of lead-based substances, has been a concern throughout history. Lead is a heavy metal that can affect the nervous system, leading to symptoms such as abdominal pain, cognitive impairment, anemia, and developmental issues, particularly in children.

Mercury: Mercury is a toxic heavy metal that has been used in various forms throughout history. Ingesting or inhaling mercury vapors can lead to mercury poisoning, causing symptoms like neurological impairment, kidney damage, respiratory issues, and gastrointestinal problems.

Aconite: Also known as Wolfsbane or Monkshood, aconite is a highly toxic plant. Its roots and leaves contain aconitine alkaloids, which can affect the heart and nervous system. Ingesting aconite can lead to symptoms like numbness, tingling, paralysis, cardiac arrhythmias, and respiratory failure.

Thallium: Thallium is a toxic heavy metal that can cause severe poisoning. It has been used as a poison due to its tastelessness and ability to mimic other substances. Thallium poisoning can lead to symptoms like hair loss, neurological issues, gastrointestinal disturbances, and damage to the kidneys and liver.

When incorporating poisons into your writing, it is essential to research and accurately portray the effects and symptoms associated with them. Additionally, be mindful of the potential impact your writing may have on readers and the importance of providing appropriate context and warnings if necessary.

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[gasmonkeyshop5]

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[quilly72]

"April to lab 3... April to lab 3 for a systems check." The pa blurted out into her office. April rolled her eyes as she grabbed her clipboard and started meandering through the halls. Her heels clacking against the hard cold floors. Her footsteps echoing as she passed the labs. As she peered In through the windows checking on the various projects her company was working on.

Lab 1 was busy burning one of their plants that had been exposed to plant fertilizer. grapes the size of a fist popping and exploding as they outgrew their environment. The vines crept out into the hallways as the team tried to contain its growth to one room.

Lab 2 was much less destructive. Their love potion seemed to be working wonders as two of her co-workers were currently sprawled against the floor. Hungarily tearing their clothing off. She smirked as she called it into the radio that lab 2 had had a chemical leak... Again.

Finally she pulled up to lab 3. Punching in the code as she readjusted her button up. She priced open the door as she slinked into abrupt chaos. Technicians and scientists running to and thro. In the center of the room a sparking growth ray haphazardly swinging in a circle. A tech furiously typing into the computer as the machine started to shirt to life. A bright bean forming at the tip of the nozzle "it's gonna fire FIND COVER." April shoved the tech down as she tried to take control of the situation. Clearing the error codes as she punched in the manual override.

The growth ray swung around and violently spasmed as the room started to shake. A large hum filling the room deafening any sound. Stephen the senior tech screamed at her but she heard none of it as she punched in the final commands. She turned to look at the machine as her eyes opened up wide. Too late. She realized as a bright green beam shot out at hef. She barely had time to think before it splashed into her. She gasped and shrieked as it shoved her to the floor. Her skin glowed and throbbed as she felt the heat course through her. Her body hit the wall behind her with a smack as she thudded to the floor. The machine powering down as everyone gathered around April.

Meanwhile in a haze April was cautiously trying to stand back up. Not having fully realized what had happened. She opened her eyes as everyone surrounded her. "What.. happened." Before any could respond April felt her body shudder and rapidly heat up.

April snapped back as she felt her body get hot with wave after wave of energy. In tandem her body responded by growing larger with each rush of heat. The first to respond was her chest which made its entrance as it billowed forward. Her blouse stood no chance as her measly cups expanded into a letter April didn't even know was possible for her frame. Her buttons snap off in quick succession. Her bra lifted off of her as her boobs bulged over and under the fabric. The straps loosened and dug into her shoulders before they snapped off entirely. April quickly raised her hands to cover as she sat up. April tried to turn as a couple scientists caught an eyeful. "Stop looking you perverts".

She felt herself cool down as April raised herself up. She peered down into her cleavage as she slinked her blouse off. Her shirt no longer capable of covering her. She stood awkwardly as she saw a couple people bust out measuring tapes and cameras. "For research purposes" she muttered as she let them approach.

She stared coldly as they wrapped around her. Noting measurements and radiation levels. she felt her skin grow warmer but she attributed it to nerves. Everything seemed normal except of course her new bust size. Meanwhile April felt a nagging pressure inside of her. She tried holding it back but it seemed to grow and grow and "FUCK"

April screamed as her skin glowed and expanded. Her body filled the room as she doubled her height. Her butt ruptured her skirt in half as her leggings and shoes exploded off of her. Her panties popped off into a technician as he fell to the floor. Aprili raced to cover herself with a hand now at 10 ft tall but felt the feeling grow again. "I'm not stopping" she screamed before she doubled again.

Her head smashed into the roof as she recoiled off of it. Groaning and yelping In pain as her head met the 20 ft ceiling. A tech slammed the panic button as the sirens and red lights flooded the room. April turned to and thro as she tried to figure out how to leave. The techs rushed out the emergency exit as she felt her body pressurize.

"wait don't leave me somebody..." She doubled again. She tried to brace for impact but her head easily smashed the floor as she raced in. Her cleavage similarly busting the floor open as it punched through. Her head hit the second ceiling as she peered over her cleavage to the screaming attendants in lab 8 who were currently watching a woman fill half the room. Her waist at eye level.

"HELP MEEE" she screamed before she filled the entire room. Her body smashed them as she doubled again. Her feet below her filled the entire room as she bursted through the facilities roof. Her waist stuck in the framework as she tried to get away from the carnage and panic she was causing. Her body pressurized and glowed again. "nooooo"

She grimaced before filling out again. Over a hundred feet tall. Her head rushed with vertigo as her cleavage dragged her down. The survivors watch as a hundred foot...AAAAHHHHH...THREE hundred foot April crushed the lab in one fall. What they weren't expecting was her to suddenly swell closer. April raised to her hands and knees as she spurted again. Her feet dug into the soil as they raced across the road and hills each one falling to either side of the surviving scientists as her butt encroached in front of them. Her boobs dragged into the building as her head raced forward a couple hundred feet. Before anyone could react it was too late. A butt the size of a col de sac crushed the group in seconds. She spurted again and again her body filling the country side as April gave up. Groaning and crying as her body finally sizzled out after filling half the state.

[unintentionalseductress]

Hello! I was hoping to request #20. Voyeurism with our starboy, Xavier ⭐️! Love your work, and I can't wait to read all of your upcoming stories 😁

Hello there! I'm so flattered that you've been enjoying my work, thank you so much! Voyeurism with Xavier almost sounded too easy, like I could envision this with him being the upstairs neighbor so easily.

Voyeurism

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Xavier quietly inserts the spare key you'd given him into the lock and opens the door noiselessly. He'd been enjoying some time out on his balcony when he heard a soft whimpering coming from below him. He knew the balcony beneath his attached to your bedroom and he hadn't been able to control himself when he heard those desperate little noises.

He pads over to your bedroom door which was cracked open, and there you were, legs spread open in needy glory, your fingers rubbing relentless circles on your clit. The sight was so arousing but disturbing you and making his presence known almost felt like a crime at this point. Instead, he watches you in silent admiration as you continue to masturbate, his cock rock hard in his sweats.

"Xavier..." you moan his name pathetically and his eyes widen, the sound of his name falling from your lips testing his will like an instant aphrodisiac. His hand reaches into his pants, a feeling of naughty illicitness flooding him as he pulls out his aching cock, already weeping drops of precum from the slit. He times his pumps to the motions on your clit, imaging how the little bean would feel against his leaky tip, how hot and soft your walls must be right now and he'd satisfy that ache if you gave him the chance.

You insert two fingers into yourself with a lewd squelch, thrusting and trying to keep rhythm on your clit. Your struggle makes him want to enter your bedroom but he stays where he is, muffling his own noises of pleasure against his sleeve as he feels himself getting close to the edge. The voice inside his head is begging you to cum before he does, needing to see you fall apart while he's still hard and his silent wish is granted as you let out a broken moan and the walls of your pussy spasm in orgasmic delight as you leak more fluid onto the sheets, making a mess as you gasp uninhibitedly in pleasure.

Xavier covers his mouth with his hand as his own climax grips him, spurts of milky white seed shooting from the tip and covering his fist, some dripping onto the floor as he recovers from his high. He takes one last look at you, sated and relaxed on your bed before quickly pushing his spent cock back into his sweatpants before exiting your apartment, congratulating himself for not making any noise.

It's only after he's cleaned himself off that he realizes, you'll probably soon see the sticky puddle that he left in front of your door.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Do you love my daddy?

Vladimir Makarov x babysitter fem Reader

Let's imagine Makarov has a daughter, he's a single dad and you have been his daughter's babysitter since... The first time he saw you holding her in your arms, what if during these years you not only developed feelings for the little girl but also for her father too? What if one day your secret is discovered by her and runs to spill the Beans?

Warning: I know it says 'x Fem reader ' but I think you can read it as a Neutral, there's no physical description. Spelling and grammatical errors, as always I think is not probably the best story but I haven't posted anything in a while because I've been feeling a little depressed and this one was waiting on the list. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

From the moment the little baby was in Vladimir's arms, he knew he needed someone capable enough to protect his daughter, someone strong but also with a warm and noble heart to love the girl as if was hers.

He spent long days and nights trying to find someone with those characteristics and spent long sleepless nights with the newborn baby, it was a hard mission, until he found you, totally unexpected, he was driving while his precious baby girl was in the backseat, he was so focused on the baby who was crying disconsolately that he almost hit you with the car, you reacted quickly and yelled at him.

«HEY! Focus on the road asshole!»

That's when he saw you, he was ready to put a bullet in your precious skull until he remembered there was a baby with him who suddenly stopped making noise. The baby was still crying but not breathing. He stopped the car right there and ran to open the door, you thought he was going to give you problems but he totally ignored you, that's when you saw him carrying a baby in his arms, something was wrong, you saw the baby's red face changing to purple. It wasn't breathing, a sobbing spasm.

«Baby, come on, breath, what's going on!?»

Without thinking too much you walked to him and took the baby from his arms.

He didn't try to protest, you put the baby in the next seat, you started to talk to the baby with a soft voice, in calm, while she was laying on one side, you were giving her small pats and rubbing her back with your free hand.

- It's okay baby, breath, I need you to take air, come on honey, you can do it, you're scaring your daddy.

The baby was getting more purple so you increased the intensity of the pats In her back and held her, positioning her tiny body over your forearm with her head resting over your palm.

Vladimir didn't know the fear until that moment, he was afraid, pleading you could do something when finally, his daughter made a noise again, a strong and loud whimper. You smiled, clearly you were as worried as him.

- Oh yes! That's it baby, good girl, you made it!

There was something about the way you held his baby that made Makarov realize you were the answer to his pleas. He was lost in thoughts until you brought him back.

- Hey, here you have. She will probably fall asleep... These tantrums leave the babies exhausted.

- Ah, yes, thanks.

- Sorry, I suppose that's why you weren't paying attention to the road, I'm really sorry.

- It's okay, you saved her... How did you do that?

- I'm a nurse, your baby was having sobbing spasms, we have to learn those things if we don't want to lose them during their tantrums.

Like fallen from the sky, that's how everything started, he almost begged you to work for him, he didn't care if you didn't know about personal defense or combat, he paid you the most expensive course. And the payment was three times more than what you asked him for.

Time flies, and the girl and you create a strong bond, she's such a precious pearl, you adore her as much as Vladimir, the man can't say no to his little princess, you go wherever they go, you cook, play, study and do everything with the girl, you feel like her mom, it's no longer a job, she became part of your life, she lives in your heart just like her dad, who's a gentleman, he treats you with kindness and tender all the time, you try to convince yourself it's only because you're raising his kid, but even those thoughts can't help you to not develop that silly little crush on him.

And He makes it more difficult, he sends flowers every morning for you and his daughter when he's not at home, he brings presents for both when he's back, joins you In the kitchen to help with the dinner or wakes up before you to make the breakfast, takes you and his daughter to the park so the three of you can have a picnic afternoon, joins to the playing time and reads fairytale stories for the girl every night. Out of home Vladimir Makarov is fierce, brave, strong and chaotic but when he's with his daughter and you, he's the opposite, you love both sides of the coin.

It's late at night, you're sure the little girl is deeply asleep so you decide to call your best friend, and as always you're talking about your crush.

«Y/n, I swear that man considerate you as his wife at this point, the kid is almost 6 years old, you're with them since she was a newborn...»

You feel your cheeks getting red, maybe your friend is right but... you can't create fake hopes In your head, this job is the best thing that ever happened to you and you don't want to lose it for those silly feelings.

- I don't think so, he's merely a gentleman. But oh god! It is hard to not love him! He's everything I always wanted, and the little girl... I seriously consider her as my own daughter! God... I'm so in love with Vlad...

Suddenly a gasp interrupts your words, you turn around and see a small figure on the doorframe, your kid has been listening every word you say.

Both are speechless.

«Y/n? Are you still there?»

-I'll call you later, bye.

You put the phone on the bed and walked quickly to the girl who is still surprised about what she heard a few seconds ago. You try to act silly, pretending nothing of that happened and kneel down in front of her.

- Honey, what are you doing awake? It's almost midnight.

- I had a nightmare... Y/n... Is it true? Do you love my daddy?

You shiver, unsure of what to say because there's no sign on the girl's face that can tell you what she's thinking or feeling.

- I... Ummm...

There's an evil smirk on her chubby face and a bright in her eyes that makes you feel afraid and at the same time happy.

- Can we keep it as a secret? I don't want your father to feel uncomfortable with this...

- SO... YOU, INDEED, LOVE MY DADDY!!!!

The princess started to run and jump around the room while you hid your face with your hands, you felt embarrassed and nervous, excited but afraid.

After a few minutes convincing her to keep the secret and taking her back to her bed, Makarov's daughter finally went back to sleep.

The next morning the smell of butter, pancakes and honey woke you up, you looked at the clock on the wall, 9 o'clock, you put on a hoodie and went downstairs as fast as you could to the kitchen and saw Makarov and his daughter cooking pancakes.

There's some fruit and juice on the kitchen's table, also a small bouquet of flowers decorating the table. You're observing everything cautiously when Makarov's voice brings you back to earth.

- Morning, sleepy beauty... Did you sleep well?

He smiled and wink at you, you once again felt your cheeks getting red.

- I'm so sorry, we had a tremendous night full of dreams and nightmares. Sorry, I can finish the pancakes if you wish.

- No, it's ok love, come on, take a seat, do you want some coffee or tea?

- Ahhhh...

Your little kid interrupted you.

- Y/n, look! Daddy made heart shaped pancakes!!!! He loves us a lot!

She smiled mischievously at you, you gasped and pretended to be surprised.

- Oh it's beautiful!! he certainly loves you a lot my sweet girl!

You kissed her forehead and went to the table, the girl followed you and took her seat in the middle, Makarov joined both of you minutes later with two cups of coffee and a glass of chocolate milk for his daughter.

The girl was strangely happy, more than usual, observing you and her father's interaction, Makarov is also acting more sweet and kind than normal, he's talking a little about how his week went, he's more focused on you, there's a different vibe that you can't describe in words, you only know it feels good, so good.

There were a lot of laughs, jokes, compliments and delicious food but by the end of the breakfast Makarov asks his daughter to go upstairs because he needs to talk with you in private.

She doesn't look at you, nods in silence and disappears. Automatically you started to take the dirty dishes and glasses to wash them when Vladimir caught your hand and softly directed you to go back to your chair.

Why do you feel so guilty? Are you in trouble? What kind of game is this? He treats you nicely and then needs to talk to you in private? What is going to happen?

All those questions were running through your mind when he, squeezed your hand, you looked at him and... He was smiling, there's a different vibe in the way he's looking at you, in the way he's holding your hand.

- Are you ok, love?

- Yeah, just... I feel like I'm in trouble. Am I?

He laughed softly and neglected with the head.

- No, you're not, you're fine y/n, but... There's something I recently found out, I was expecting you could help me to confirm this information...

You felt like you were going to pass out at any moment, you weren't sure about what was happening.

- I found out, this morning that... You've been hiding something from me.

- Wh...

- My daughter, has informed me about certain feelings you have for this little family and about your fears about me knowing about this.... And I think it's time to...

You didn't let the poor man finish to talk, you started to explain yourself, you let it all out.

- V... Vladimir I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I thought she was already asleep but she woke up and listened to me on a phone call and... Please don't fire me, you and that precious girl are too important to me, I love you guys, so much and I wouldn't know what to do without you at this point of my life...

You didn't know when you stopped talking, you only felt your mouth crushing against another one, a warm kiss intoxicating your system, while a hand is rubbing your back slowly, without thinking too much about what was happening you let your hands go and take place to the neck and shoulder of Vladimir, the way he kissed you was electric, you felt your body on fire, fireworks in your chest and a strong desire to not end the kiss.

After a while, both separate to take air, you were already missing his lips on yours, he smiled and sighed with some relief.

- I wanted to do that so bad. Y/n, for the moment we met, I started to think about you all the time, you and my daughter became the main reason to stay at home as much as possible, when I'm working I just want to finish and drive home, because I know my daughter is here, because I want to hear her laugh and see your smile, for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm on my knees ready to please someone else's desires.

You feel tears filling your eyes and a big smile on your face, you don't have words to express the happiness you're experimenting but luckily Makarov's daughter appears again yelling and running everywhere.

- Daddy loves Y/n, Y/n loves him too! Daddy and y/n are in love, daddy and y/n are in love!

Makarov catches her and hugs her, then he approaches you and kisses your forehead, you return the kiss but on his cheek and kiss his kid's forehead.

More than obvious that all that time she wasn't upstairs, she was all that time listening to her two favorite persons confessing their feelings for each other.

[sistertotheknowitall]

My brain:

Tim, Jason, Dick and Damian arguing, their voices over-lapping each other.

Stephanie joining in: okay so the book opens up to Stepan bringing his wife a pear and she starts confronting him on his affair. I can’t remember her name right now-

Jason: Because it’s relevant information! - her name was Dolly - and if you would -

Jason stops talking and stares at Stephanie as she continues.

Steph: thank you- and meanwhile she has a sister named Katie who has just come of marriage age. So she’s like 18 right? and Stepan has a friend who wants to marry her and he’s like in his 30s, which ew, but also-

Me writing for exercise:

Stephanie Brown couldn’t say she was surprised to find the four arguing, she had fallowed the raised voice into the kitchen. She was also not surprised to quickly realized that the raised voices were arguing over nothing.

No, seriously nothing!

It was complete nonsense as Dick seemed to be defending his right as a “decent cook,” and Tim was complaining about the others hiding his coffee beans. Jason and Damian seemed to be having an actual argument but it was over the best way to effectively stab someone.

Well, Steph shrugged, might as well join in. “Okay so the book opens up to Stepan bringing his wife a pear, but she starts confronting him on his affair and he admits to multiple, I can’t remember the wife’s name right now-“

Jason, mid rant to the youngest Robin (who was also mid-sentence) answers,”Her name was Dolly for short - speaking of short, it’s no wonder you can’t angle the knife right!” The left side of his face appears to spasm before he stands up a little straighter, and quietly turns to face the still rambling blond.

Steph, on a roll, continues, “Dolly! Right! Well she has a sister! Katie has just come of marriage age, so she’s like 18 right? Well Stepan has a friend who wants to marry her and he’s like in his 30s, which ew, but also-“

Damian, having realized that Jason was no longer entertaining him, turned to see what had shifted Todd’s attention. He watched as the older girl continued, getting more animated.

“-there’s the name sake of the book Anna Karenina and her lover Vronsky. Who has the same first name - Alexei- as her husband. Like that’s just wild.”

Dick, who paused for breath during his speech of “why I should be allowed in the kitchen again” forgot what he had been about to say. Instead he asked, “wait did she call them both Alexei?”

Steph looked over, “No, she only called them both by their last names but that might have been a cultural thing or something? I don’t know! Anyways, the point-“

“No,” Jason interrupted, “she did call them both by their first name but the narrator went by last names so the reader could differentiate.” Stephanie waved her hands, “shhh, not the point, as I was saying!”

Tim, who had stopped talking right after the other teenager had joined the fray, chimed in, “you know you’re missing so many central themes. Did you mean to come in here and give us a water downed briefing of Anna Karenina?”

It was silent as Steph answered, “no, but you all were going on about meaningless things so why couldn’t I?”

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“Anyway, Anna is still married, has a son, and now she’s pregnant.”

Dick gasped.

[fjordline]

i cannot believe i wrote an essay for a comment on my post asking for my opinion.. only to get blocked before i could reply 💔

disclaimer: this is about something as unimportant as a character in a transformer comic and why i don't like him

i dont want to make anyone who's a tailgate superfan feel bad or anything this is just my personal opinion as someone who has read all of idw1. despite of how it may seem.. i do not identify as a hater! anyway, he's not an overtly bad character at the start, the contrived asspulls begin around the tyrest arc, tg supposedly has one day left to live because of lethal cybercrosis. he goes on to save everyone by jumping tyrest and then later rewriting the code of the legislators. and after a drawn out sad monologue on his death bed, cyclonus stabs him with his greatsword which…. for some reason cures his deadly illness. and it only gets worse once megatron arrives, the whole narrative bends over backwards to asskiss megatron and make you think of tailgate as some kind of cute mascot character to set up for the getaway 'villain' arc. tailgate is written as a stupid baby who earnestly believes he's injecting megatron with an 'anti-villain-virus' to get rid of his evil thoughts, his holoform is also. a baby. jro tries to make getaway look bad by making him cartoonishly evil, when, what getaway did cannot begin to be compared to everything megatron was doing right up to his trial. yet getaway gets all his limbs and jaw amputated and megatron gets to carry on with his ''''''''''''''''reformed autobot''''''''''''''' shit and all the good guys stick up for him.

yet somehow even worse than the megatron bootlicking is the 'energy spasm' incident. when cyclonus is shot while protecting tailgate and this causes him to be sooooo heartbroken that he .. has a panic attack that causes some kind of rainbow wave to go off for no reason. this wave somehow, not only wakes thunderclash up from his coma, but gives tailgate inexplicable super strength invincibility powers. It boggles my mind what made tg deserve any of that, because he cared about cyclonus and was sad he seemingly died? does that mean chromedome wasn't sad enough when rewind died or he also would have energy spasmed? this is around where i stopped on my last re-read so i don't remember the specific events of lost light quite as well, i do remember it not getting much better though.

and i personally cannot stand smol uwu bean type characters, when he says some shit like 'i deserve a heckin bomp for this' i start wanting to drown in a bathtub. cyclonus deserves so much better. they have no chemistry. they're just the 'grumpy x sunshine OTP XD' trite trope. whirl and cyc have a 200000 times more interesting dynamic. rodimus and his hatred of hats is a more interesting dynamic.

i feel like cyc gets bogged down so hard by the romance plot hes forced to take part in, when he's away from tg he is so much more entertaining and interesting. at a certain point it's like he starts doing fuck all except hang around tailgate and wax poetic about their love. cdrw manages to never be annoying when they're loveydovey with each other, but cygate drives me up the wall

mtmte is simultanously so good… yet so mald inducing that it compels me to write shit like this. i wouldnt care so much about this one fucking robot if (most of) the rest of the comic wasn't so excellent

this is all subjective obviously and i havent seen anyone else dislike tg other than me and some friends. he literally seems to be universally loved so maybe im just sick and twisted.

[dewowis]

Part 1 of drawing All For One and Tomura for every single appearance of AFO in the anime because I miss my potato man

Episode 13, Season 1

Appearead as only a voice but already an encouraging and warm one with Tomura spasming out on the floor just like in the newest episode <3

My fucked up lil beans

[daisiescomelate]

Sukuna's vessel: the prey

Sukuna's vessel: the series

Part 1 - Part 2 (you are here) - Part 3 (not yet) - Part 4 (not yet)

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Summary: Urame had no luck on their mission, fortunately Reader’s soul seemed to be more stable against Sukuna and most of the pain had resided. You are still not allowed to consume more fingers and the three of you had no other option than taking them along with you wherever you go. The sorcerers are getting closer and closer to your tail and your body it's still relatively weak. Urame suggests to split up to distract the sorcerers acting as bait. Now, you and Sukuna are on your own, hiding in the jungle of concrete that is Tokyo.

Rated: Teenage up

Content: Sukuna/Reader, cursing, date if you squint, hiding in abandoned buildings and going to cafes with a very opinionated demon king inside of you.

N/A: I messed up Urame's pronouns last time, I'm using they/them for Urame.

Sukuna's vessel: the prey

The sound of the machines grinding the coffee beans and the smell of the shop brought back some sense of familiarity and normality. You stirred the Ice Shaken Espresso with your straw hearing the clinking of the ice against the glass. People chatter away around you, soft music played in a low volume in the background to help the ambiance.

“He didn’t make up an excuse or anything, he simply texted ‘hi’ and I didn’t know what to say so I just played along.”

“You didn’t ask him about it?”

“It’s awkward, what if I sound too clingy?”

“You have been dating for a month already.”

“I don’t really think he would call it ‘dating’, actually.”

You supported your head on your palm, reclining slightly to the left where the two girls were sitting. What an asshole, you thought.

“Did you like your coffee?”

You jumped on your seat at the sound of a voice calling right next to you from the other side. A waiter stood there with a kind smile, you recognized them as the person who recommended the drink to you.

“Oh! Yes… It’s good, thank you.” You smiled back, trying to pretend like you didn’t get caught eavesdropping in someone else's conversation instead of trying your drink that was still untouched in front of you.

“That’s good to hear.” They said, politely, and flashed a wink at you before going back to the bar area. You sank in your seat embarrassed, hoping nobody else was able to tell what you had been doing.

Such a stupid face. So annoying.

You rolled your eyes at the voice in your head.

Behave. You said, knowing it would fall in deaf ears.

Do they always annoy customers like that here? And what do they expect to do with that muscle spasm?

Muscle spasm?

Their eye. They keep doing that. I want to pull it off. To help them out.

You sighed.

It’s clearly causing them trouble, I’m trying to be nice.

You ignored Sukuna’s petty claims and took a sip from the glass. The caramel mixed well and neutralized the worst of the bitterness of the coffee. You decided to distract the demon with some other banal topic.

Do you like it? You asked him, referring to the drink. You knew he could taste it from your tongue, he had kept the habit of staying close enough to your consciousness that he could catch most of what you smell, taste and touch, along with what you saw and heard. It was an odd feeling, like almost having him behind you at any moment, but something you had grown used to and missed every time he retreated.

Disgusting. He said, and you remembered it being someone’s recommendation.

Well, I like it.

Throw it off.

No.

He growled in irritation, and you could swear you could feel him pout. Every word of him also sounded as if it was spoken right behind your ear, instead of an echo in your mind. Sometimes your heart swelled with the feeling of wanting to turn your head around and find him right there in flesh and bones, but you knew that was not the case.

It’s been almost a month and a half since Sukuna was forced into you by the elders, and your body had gotten better at resisting his soul’s pressure, but you were still relatively weak and Sukuna still refused to come out to take over since your ability to be able to handle that was still uncertain. He said multiple times your soul still needed time to adapt to his presence, but as matter of factly as he sounded, you still doubted he was able to tell at any moment how well your body was doing other than the fact that you could now walk without whining.

Urame had to give up his mission of locating another vessel for the moment, having a more urgent matter at hand. the elders had put a price on your head and it was getting harder to run from the sorcerers. Pocket picking wasn’t doing the trick and you couldn’t run that far without a more considerable amount of money. Urame and you had decided on splitting the fingers and going in opposite directions; they would try to cause a ruckus somewhere else while you tried to find a good hiding spot. That was as good a plan as you could come up with.

“Hide somewhere until it's safe for me to come out. I will kill them all then.” Was Mr. Lord of the Underworld’s contribution during the meeting, with his thousand plus years of knowledge.

You buried the fingers under a deteriorated building somewhere close to the outside of the city, surrounded by talismans as an attempt to prevent other curses to feel their way towards them, and then came back to the mess of people that was central Tokyo to blend with the masses and hopefully be harder to find for the ones that were hunting you.

You didn’t even know if the talismans were properly drawn or placed, Sukuna was a horrible teacher. After ten hours of doing and redoing the talismans he had stopped you with a “Leave it like that”, which was very encouraging. Your stomach was on a constant knot, thinking of something or someone finding Sukuna’s fingers while you were all the way over here. You had asked him if he would be able to tell if something happened to them, “Sometimes, I don’t know” was his answer. Wasn’t he helpful? Truly the type of demon you wanted to be trapped with while running away like prey.

I have no more money for dinner. You said to him. The girls in the table next to you were now talking in a lower tone while looking at photos on their phones. So they noticed. Fuck.

Rob the shop.

Funny. There were cameras everywhere and you were trying to be invisible, but of course he knew that, he was just being a child again.

Sukuna ran with no morals, just desires. You knew that, and you were able to handle it most of the time –sometimes it was even helpful in your situation– but there were still things that were behind a line that you didn’t feel ready to cross. Like break into a house to take their stuff and stab the owner if they found you, as he had suggested. Not your thing, really.

You eyed the purse of a woman close to the front door of the shop.

Go ask the person with the muscle spasms for one of those cheesecakes, I have never had one before.

You knew Sukuna’s character since way before being thrown into this situation. You knew he was dangerous, you knew he knew he was lethal, you knew he was treated like a king due to the fear people had of him during most of his life. Sukuna spoke in imperatives, he ordered and dictated, and he would only expect obedience.

But since he allowed it, you wanted to be different.

I hate cheesecakes.

Silence. And a tingle of annoyance from the back of your mind.

You were well aware that if any other person tried to defy Sukuna’s demands the way you did, they would probably lose their throats. However, you were ready to take advantage of all the patience he had in store for you since you didn’t want to feel like a simple possession of him he could handle around as he pleased. Every chance of defiance you took was to prove yourself you were an equal to him as he accepted your own demands. You guessed Sukuna had caught up with your reasoning since he snarled way less to you than he had at the beginning. In short, you could feel like you were making significant progress.

You needed to state capricious and unjustifiable requests to him, ask him to bend over to you too. And he did. Any whim, any dumb complaint he would take as the test that it was and comply, showing you time and time again that you could move him around as you pleased and he would follow for you too. “Do you want to get a leash?” he had asked sarcastically once, but at that point you knew he would also allow it –for a very short and specific amount of time– if you asked for it.

If Sukuna handed you a knife and exposed his neck to you, you both knew he would be fine. It was a different type of trust, the one you were both trying to establish with one another. He didn’t want to scare you, you noticed. He wanted to show you that you were entitled to a certain amount of control in the bond you had been turbulently building since you met.

The raspberry muffin, then. He ordered next.

Fine. You said, because fighting him in everything all the time was suicidal. Middle grounds were good.

—

You tried to stay for as long as you could but still no messages.

I’m bored.

“Do not tell”, was the answer in the tip of your tongue. Sukuna was twisting around in your mind, like a child in their high chair wanting to get down. A raspberry muffin, a smoothie and two cookies later, there was no more money in your pocket to buy time in the coffee shop. On the other hand, the waiter from earlier kept turning to look in your direction and smiling, and Sukuna’s killing intent was rising and spinning dangerously inside you.

With a sigh you put the phone Urame had given you in your pocket and stood up from the table.

Are we finally leaving this hellish place?

Yes, we are.

Good. I don’t want to come back here, everything tasted horrible.

With the strength of a thousand soldiers, you held back the eye roll that was threatening to escape you. Oh, how much you missed Urame in times like this.

You made your way through the path in between the tables.

Do you want to go somewhere? It’s not even five p.m. yet. You asked him.

We are hiding, you can’t go walking around all day. Return us to that place.

You knew he was right but being a fugitive was a pain in the ass, it had sent you on a few spirals already that Sukuna had to pull you off from. You needed to walk around. It was too much, sitting alone in a corner of that dirty house or lying over that moldy mattress, hiding from the light because you felt as if the sky had eyes and was going to tell you off to the sorcerers. The paranoia was consuming you. It’s not gonna help with my recovery, you told Sukuna back then, trying to extort him into allowing you to go outside more often and not just to get food. He complained about the fragility of the human mind but he could tell it was true.

You walked next to the table where two people were discussing work, and then two students freaking out over an assignment.

Pick up your pace so we can see the sunset. You like that. He said with a stern tone.

Yeah…

You knew Sukuna used to be human but he forgot what it was like a long time ago, and he didn’t care for a millennium, but suddenly he found himself into a situation that had forced him –against his will– to have to relearn how it all worked because you were affected so much by it.

He hated it.

You don’t need that with me, his words from weeks came back to you just as clear. He meant the empathy, the guilt, the feelings of self worth, identity. Turn into whatever you want, I will take it.

It was scary. Sukuna felt like it would be so much easier if you turned into a monster –of any kind, really; he was constantly encouraging it. You didn’t know what type of monster that would be. What was the worst of your person? How would that grow if you let it sprout? What shape would it take? In what would it turn with time if you feed it?

You didn’t want to know.

You didn’t want to learn about that part of you that you knew was right there under the surface. You wanted to keep it buried, deeper and deeper, suffocate it under the dirt. That was what human meant to you, and that was what he wanted you to let go of.

So Sukuna was trying. Because you wouldn’t fold into his petition of abandon that that made you human, he tried his best to keep you calm. Telling you stories, hearing your nagging, calling you in to hold you, keeping his eyes out for things that you would like around you. The useless stuff, he would call it, that did so much for your heart. “You like that song”, “You like that flavor”, “A dog over there”, “It’s that celebrity”, “Your favorite color”. It was kind of ridiculous, to have the King of Curses point out puppies to you. Ridiculous to the point it could rescue your day and your smile that was now so rare.

Use the bus, you walked too much today. Sukuna’s order brought you back to the present.

We will see about that.

You were almost at the door of the shop. You look ahead to the side to the purse of the woman you had eyed earlier. She was still lively talking with her friends, moving her hands around in the air in a theatrical manner to immerse everyone more easily into the story she was telling. You picked up your pace just slightly, taking your hand out of your pocket and keeping your eyes looking right ahead of you. You were three steps away from the door, and two steps away from her booth. You raised your hand to scratch the lobe of your ear and then put it back down, stretching your arm just slightly so you could–

The woman picked up her purse sitting beside her and looked for something inside of it without stopping to talk to her friends. You licked your lips in frustration but kept your pace the same, as if you hadn’t just lost your dinner, and exited the store.

For fucks sake.

Sukuna hummed in your head.

Does this mean no bus either?

Yes. You bite back.

This is because you keep ignoring my ideas.

Shut up. I will just look for someone else on our way back.

You’re a horrible pick pocketer. You keep feeding my vessel with crumbs.

The cafes are the cheapest places with free wifi. We can’t go to restaurants. And we need the wifi to talk to Urame.

Your kindness to mere strangers is unnecessary. They would feed off you if ever necessary.

Shut it.

Insolent.

Old man.

HA!

Offended, Sukuna retreated to his domain.

Standing in the middle of the sidewalk the waters of the crowd divided to not step over you, with their hurried pace and their eyes on their phone, going over enthusiastic chats or low murmured repriments, everyone with their own colors and shades, but you still felt so out of place.

Sukuna was right, you had no more business roaming around at this hour. You regretted having to skip a meal but it wasn’t your first time either. You turned around and entered the flow of people going deeper into the heart of the city, hand on your pockets and face low so the shadow of the cap would cover most of your features. To see the sunset would be nice. And Sukuna liked them too, he was just playing tough.

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[dangerkittenclaws]

Hi! If you are taking requests could I request a sleep token Vessel X reader where he comforts reader after a nightmare?

The amount of excitement I got when I saw this ask- AH!!! Hands down, nightmare comfort fics are my weakness by far, always have been. So thank you!! I hope you enjoy! This is STRONGLY inspired by my own nightmares and their aftermaths, so a tad self indulgent too. 😝😘

vessel x f!reader

warnings: nightmares obv, a lot of comfort from the cute lean bean of a man

It’s happening again.

It’s the one where you feel your body vibrating. Your mind is aware but your body is still asleep. You’re unable to move, frozen to your bed and unable to open your eyes. Not that you’d really want to see what was going on.

You feel as though you’re being watched from all sides. The only sound you hear is your own blood rushing through your veins and your lungs are moving oxygen so fast that you feel as though there's not enough. Panic sets in to your bones now.

You know it’s happening and you’re not able to stop it. Try as you might to tell yourself that it will be over soon, the terror that's being inflicted on you by whatever force above you is overwhelming.

You try to call out to Vessel, exerting all of your energy it seems, to get your voice to work, for air to move through your larynx.

The sound of your blood gets to be too loud and your entire being feels like it’s being shaken by this force that comes to haunt you too often.

Soon, you think through your panic. Soon you’ll pass out and it’ll be over. Soon is finally here.

Blackness envelops you, for how long, you’re unsure.

You wake up in near hysterics next. This time you’re able to move with your own will. Your legs come up to your chest as you sit upright.

Your breathing once again is too fast as you clutch the sides of your neck. You try to look around you to get your bearings.

Vessel moves to sit up next to you, “‘re okay, love. I’m right here.”

Tears fill your eyes and quickly overflow. You feel a hand rubbing up and down your spine, trying to get your lungs to cooperate. Your breath catches over and over again as you sob. The fear running through you is tangible.

Vessel realizes you’re past the point he usually can catch you to calm down. He gets up to be in front of you, moving the comforters to take your forearms in each of his hands.

“Hey, hey, focus on me,” he says seriously. You blink rapidly and look up to him. You try not to think about being frozen as you were, helpless and vulnerable.

“That's it. Focus on my voice sweetheart.” He puts your palms to his bare chest. This always helps you to focus.

“Breathe, baby. Slow. In and out. Do it with me. In and out.” You try to follow as best as you can through the tears streaming down your face. You feel his voice rumble through your hands as he speaks and his ribcage moving as he exaggerates his deep breaths.

He shushes you for a few moments. As childish as it may seem, it’s your favorite thing to hear.

You look into his eyes, trying to show him just how terrified you were a moment ago. You squeeze shut your eyes for a moment, more tears flow and you breathe out heavily.

“There you go. Just like that.” One of his hands leaves your own to caress your face. You lean into him. His thumb brushes underneath your eye, the skin there tender with hot tears.

You let your lungs fill with oxygen and breathe out again. It’s coming easier now, but your diaphragm still spasms occasionally.

“You’re okay now, pretty girl. It’s over.” He reassures you. He knows that this dream is recurring and petrifies you.

You breathe out before swallowing to speak, “I’m sorry. It.. it always feels so real.”

You always feel a bit stupid afterwards. It’s not like a zombie came back to life and ripped your leg off. Something normal be scared about. It’s just that an unknown force seems to make you unable to move on your own accord and to feel your body practically vibrating invokes such a fear into you that it leaves you unable to sleep for days afterwards. There’s never a zombie, as much as you wish for one instead.

“I know it does.” He reaches for your water cup on the nightstand and puts the straw to your lips. You suck down nearly half of it before exhaling again. “I’ll always be here, okay?” You nod at him as you take back your arms from him.

You get up to use the bathroom and gather your thoughts. By the time you get back to bed, Vessel is there, opening the covers to you.

“Come on, sleep time.” You slide in next to him, feet cold from the bathroom tile. You rub them together before finding his legs to warm them up. He laughs quietly, “Why do your feet always find me when they’re cold?”

“Because you’re always warm!” you whisper-yell.

He laughs again before sliding an arm around you.

“You know I’ll always be here for you, right? After every nightmare, after every dream.” He tightens his arm for a moment and leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“Mhmm,” You snuggle in closer to him, if that’s possible. “Thank you,” you whisper back before pressing your lips to his ribs.

You hear him shushing you again, knowing it's your weakness and your eyes close.

Vessel stays awake for a bit longer just to make sure your little breaths are even against his skin.

[fanfoolishness]

stress

Asla scrubbed at her right eye irritably, willing her eyelids to stop twitching. She let out a long, cranky sigh.

"It's not the coffee," she muttered to herself. She'd cut back days ago when she first noticed her eye twitching, eyelids spasming and flicking in random bursts. She'd hoped that was all it was, though she had her doubts; she'd been drinking three cups of Tevene coffee a day for years, was Antivan coffee really that much stronger? She waved away a new batch of beans from Lucanis, and he gave her a puzzled expression.

Maybe it was something in the Lighthouse. Bit of dust in her quarters, the scent of interesting herbs from Taash's room, ritual candlesmoke from Emmrich's quarters. But her eye kept twitching in the Crossroads, in Minrathrous, in Arlathan Forest. She ground the heel of her hand into her eye, swearing in Tevene under her breath.

She sat in Lace's garden, bare feet resting in the cool water, Fade-butterflies flickering overhead. Her face twisted as the twitch came back, more aggravating than ever.

"Rook?" Lace said softly. "You okay?"

"It's my damn eye. It won't stop -- argh, there it goes again."

Lace dipped her hand in the pool, then wiped off the soil from the garden on her trousers. She reached up, her freckled hand resting gently against Asla's face. Asla sighed, leaning into the touch. She could still feel the faintest hum of Lace's lyrium magic through the connection, but it was safe now, under control, detectable only in the spaces between heartbeats. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling soothed, until her eye twitched again.

"Have you ever seen this before?" she asked nervously, opening her eyes again. "I don't know what it is."

"Don't you know, Rook? It's everything," Lace said, a sad look crossing her face. "You're not sleeping well. Every day there's some new horror out there. You're trying so hard. But it's too much for one person. It's stress, you know."

"I have to keep trying, though," Asla said. She laid her hand over Lace's, trembling slightly. "If I hadn't --"

"Nope. Don't even start with that." There was a warning tone in her love's voice.

"But I have to do this," Asla said. "It's on me, Lace --"

"Nope," Lace said firmly, and planted a fierce kiss on her.

The world shrank down to Lace, her mouth warm and soft against her own, the scent of her -- stone and soil, leather and sunlight -- rich and familiar. Asla leaned in, taking Lace into her arms and pulling her close. If her eye still twitched, well, there were more important things to think about right now.

[a-queer-seminarian]

Everyone please pray for/ send good vibes to this sweet bean — we’re at the emergency vet right now because she suddenly started panicking and spasming and stuff 😭 She’s the cutest cat ever to exist she’s not allowed to be sick

ID: various photos of a small calico cat snoozing or being cute

[quilly72]

"April to lab 3... April to lab 3 for a systems check." The pa blurted out into her office. April rolled her eyes as she grabbed her clipboard and started meandering through the halls. Her heels clacking against the hard cold floors. Her footsteps echoing as she passed the labs. As she peered In through the windows checking on the various projects her company was working on.

Lab 1 was busy burning one of their plants that had been exposed to plant fertilizer. grapes the size of a fist popping and exploding as they outgrew their environment. The vines crept out into the hallways as the team tried to contain its growth to one room.

Lab 2 was much less destructive. Their love potion seemed to be working wonders as two of her co-workers were currently sprawled against the floor. Hungarily tearing their clothing off. She smirked as she called it into the radio that lab 2 had had a chemical leak... Again.

Finally she pulled up to lab 3. Punching in the code as she readjusted her button up. She priced open the door as she slinked into abrupt chaos. Technicians and scientists running to and thro. In the center of the room a sparking growth ray haphazardly swinging in a circle. A tech furiously typing into the computer as the machine started to shirt to life. A bright bean forming at the tip of the nozzle "it's gonna fire FIND COVER." April shoved the tech down as she tried to take control of the situation. Clearing the error codes as she punched in the manual override.

The growth ray swung around and violently spasmed as the room started to shake. A large hum filling the room deafening any sound. Stephen the senior tech screamed at her but she heard none of it as she punched in the final commands. She turned to look at the machine as her eyes opened up wide. Too late. She realized as a bright green beam shot out at hef. She barely had time to think before it splashed into her. She gasped and shrieked as it shoved her to the floor. Her skin glowed and throbbed as she felt the heat course through her. Her body hit the wall behind her with a smack as she thudded to the floor. The machine powering down as everyone gathered around April.

Meanwhile in a haze April was cautiously trying to stand back up. Not having fully realized what had happened. She opened her eyes as everyone surrounded her. "What.. happened." Before any could respond April felt her body shudder and rapidly heat up.

April snapped back as she felt her body get hot with wave after wave of energy. In tandem her body responded by growing larger with each rush of heat. The first to respond was her chest which made its entrance as it billowed forward. Her blouse stood no chance as her measly cups expanded into a letter April didn't even know was possible for her frame. Her buttons snap off in quick succession. Her bra lifted off of her as her boobs bulged over and under the fabric. The straps loosened and dug into her shoulders before they snapped off entirely. April quickly raised her hands to cover as she sat up. April tried to turn as a couple scientists caught an eyeful. "Stop looking you perverts".

She felt herself cool down as April raised herself up. She peered down into her cleavage as she slinked her blouse off. Her shirt no longer capable of covering her. She stood awkwardly as she saw a couple people bust out measuring tapes and cameras. "For research purposes" she muttered as she let them approach.

She stared coldly as they wrapped around her. Noting measurements and radiation levels. she felt her skin grow warmer but she attributed it to nerves. Everything seemed normal except of course her new bust size. Meanwhile April felt a nagging pressure inside of her. She tried holding it back but it seemed to grow and grow and "FUCK"

April screamed as her skin glowed and expanded. Her body filled the room as she doubled her height. Her butt ruptured her skirt in half as her leggings and shoes exploded off of her. Her panties popped off into a technician as he fell to the floor. Aprili raced to cover herself with a hand now at 10 ft tall but felt the feeling grow again. "I'm not stopping" she screamed before she doubled again.

Her head smashed into the roof as she recoiled off of it. Groaning and yelping In pain as her head met the 20 ft ceiling. A tech slammed the panic button as the sirens and red lights flooded the room. April turned to and thro as she tried to figure out how to leave. The techs rushed out the emergency exit as she felt her body pressurize.

"wait don't leave me somebody..." She doubled again. She tried to brace for impact but her head easily smashed the floor as she raced in. Her cleavage similarly busting the floor open as it punched through. Her head hit the second ceiling as she peered over her cleavage to the screaming attendants in lab 8 who were currently watching a woman fill half the room. Her waist at eye level.

"HELP MEEE" she screamed before she filled the entire room. Her body smashed them as she doubled again. Her feet below her filled the entire room as she bursted through the facilities roof. Her waist stuck in the framework as she tried to get away from the carnage and panic she was causing. Her body pressurized and glowed again. "nooooo"

She grimaced before filling out again. Over a hundred feet tall. Her head rushed with vertigo as her cleavage dragged her down. The survivors watch as a hundred foot...AAAAHHHHH...THREE hundred foot April crushed the lab in one fall. What they weren't expecting was her to suddenly swell closer. April raised to her hands and knees as she spurted again. Her feet dug into the soil as they raced across the road and hills each one falling to either side of the surviving scientists as her butt encroached in front of them. Her boobs dragged into the building as her head raced forward a couple hundred feet. Before anyone could react it was too late. A butt the size of a col de sac crushed the group in seconds. She spurted again and again her body filling the country side as April gave up. Groaning and crying as her body finally sizzled out after filling half the state.

[b4nka1]

overstimulation. gojo satoru x reader

where reader puts satoru in his place!

warnings: fem dom, male sub, whiny gojo, hair pulling, face slapping, oral (f!receiving), face riding, squirting, come eating, tongue fucking, crying, choking, dry milking (iykyk), bondage, overstimulation, handjobs, mentions of pissing if you squint. not proofread.

"that's it. you've pulled the last string." you growled, pulling satoru by his hair harshly into your room. he had been non-stop flirting with the receptionist at the front desk of the hotel where you were out for your vacation.

it was a rare chance for you both, two of the strongest sorcerers get a week off. you both decided on visiting hokkaido, and satoru really tried flirting with the receptionist in front of you.

you slammed the door shut of your hotel room, angrily staring down at the white haired man in front of you.

he looked at you with scared eyes, knowing that he really fucked up. "s-sorry..." he mumbled in a low voice, hoping ot would take just a simple, half-assed sorry to calm you down.

"sorry? bitch, i'm so fucking mad. the fuck makes you think that its okay for you to flirt with the receptionist in front of your fucking fiancée?" you snarled at his face, grabbing his collar harshly.

he whimpered, his limitless cursed technique long gone. "you really need to learn a lesson, don't ya? brat." you scowled, pushing him downwards onto the bed till his head hit the soft pillows.

he looked at you in excitement, yet in fear, anticipating your next move. before he knew it, you pinned his wrists above his head, using your scarf to tie his wrists up.

he gulped hard, looking at you through his sunglasses. you tool them off, grabbing his throat again, "are you really sorry?" you asked, raising an eyebrow angrily.

he licked his lips, so lost in feeling submissive to you. you grunted, sitting on his chest. "are. you. sorry?" you repeated, this time leaning vlpser to hks face.

he swallowed hard and nodded, "s-sorry..." you sighed, "fine. but you do need to learn your lesson." you smirked, taking your time to strip yourself off the summer dress. he gasped visibly, eyeing hungrily at your covered tits and ass.

you grinned maliciously, rubbing your clothed clit against his nose and you moaned. he greedily stuck his tongue out to lick at your clothed cunt, which earned him a tight slap on his face.

he whined, before pulling his tongue away as you continued to humph your clothed clit against his nose. you came to a step before orgasming. satoru eyed greedily at the wet patch on your bikini bottom, licking his lips in anticipation.

"hmm, eat me out." was all you said before stripping quickly off the panties, hovering your bare pussy over his face. "say, mommy please let me have your cunt in my mouth?" you grinned, teasing him.

he blushed, before repeating, "m-mommy...please let me have your cunt in my mouth- ngh! itadakimasu." he moaned as you immediately attached your cunt to his mouth. you whined and blushed when he said "itadakimasu", clearly embarrassed.

he moaned, licking at your clit, going down to your slit and prodding at the entrance with his tongue, panting like a greedy bitch.

he pushed his tongue into your hole, eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of hid face slowly being drenched by your slick, happily lapping up at whatever your pussy gave him.

he lapped up at your juices, slurping like he never had a meal before. his lips softly kissed and encircled your clit, sucking on the tiny bean which had you moaning and getting wetter.

he licked his lips before his tongue dived into your cunt again as your clit rubbed against his nose, sending you over the edge.

all it took was a last few kisses to your clit before the walls of your pussy began spasming, "i'm coming...ngh..." you moaned, pulling his hair and humping yourself against his face.

he had his tongue sticking out, using this as an opportunity to lick at your wet folds. your groaned, as your hips came to a halt.

satoru took no time to bring his lips back to your clit, sucking on it and nibbling on it. it sent you over the edge once again, as you squirted all over his face, crushing his head in between your thighs.

he happily lapped up at your fluids, his hair drenched partially in your squirt. "so good..." he whimpered, wanting more.

you sighed, bringing your spasming clit back to his face, and he grinned, kissing your clit millions of times before kitten- licking it, and finally sucking on it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your veins.

he whined, tugging at his hands for you to take the scarf off. you grinned down at him, "ngh...you eat pussy too good... too bad the receptionist isn't here. she'd be jealous of me...sitting on your face like this..." you moaned when he slurped at your juices again, lapping greedily at your clit.

his tongue kept on abusing the tiny bean, nibbling and sicking and kissing and licking. your clit was super puffy and swollen by now, but you still had it in you to go.

you pulled his hair tightly, as he grunted and sucked your clit into his mouth harshly, letting it go with a pop after a few minutes. it was super swollen now. you whined, bringing a hand down to your clit and rubbing it, feeling the swell.

"sucked it well enough for you to make it swell? kr do you want more?" he grinned, kissing your clit over and over again. it was almost as if he was worshipping your clit in every way possible.

you moaned, "keep eating me out for a special surprise." you grinned. the word "surprise" got his attention before he nodded, sucking on your clit again, giving it all the attention in the world.

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a few more minutes later, you were panting, hips writhing against his mouth as he kept on abusing your tiny bean which was now super puffy and swollen. you had finally let go off his hands as he spread your pussy lips apart, spitting om your clit. he moaned and watched his spit slide down your slit, landing on his own lips.

he co tinued to eat you out, determined to get one last orgasm ripped off you.

so he sucked and sucked and sucked on your clit, overstimulating you, as you whined, "such a good boy..." you whispered and smiled down at him.

he moaned, cheeks blushing as you praised him. his speed on your clit got even faster as he sent you over the edge for the 4th time already. you moaned, squirting yet again on his face. his hair was entirely drenched in your squirt now. his face had gone red, also drenched from your squirt.

"h-holy shit...you deserve a reward...which is more of a punishment." you grinned, before unbuckling his belt, unzipping his summer shorts and putting your hand into his boxers, pulling his dick out and holy shit.

it was drenched, literally drenched in precum, the tip an angry red color. you whistled, giving the head a lick at the slit and he moaned loudly, his hips buckimg upwards.

you grinned, doing the same over and over again, and satoru being satoru, just came from you doing nothing but lick at his slit a few times.

he panted, as his cock shot thick white ropes of his semen. some of it landed on your face but you didn't mind. you took the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, ripping another moan out of his chest.

"so sensitive?" you teased, licking his tip, pumping the rest of his cock with your hands. he had a fairly long and thick dick with many veins bulging over it.

all it took was a few more pumps and he was coming again. "tsk. you can't even last long. how pathetic." you scoffed, gathering his cum on your fingers, shoving them into his mouth.

he gagged at the taste of his own sperms in his mouth, blushing furiously as you did so. he whined, dick twitching with every second that passes by. his dick was too sensitive now.

the cool air made him harder than he already was. his dick was twitching, as you massaged his balls with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around the base of his cock while you placed kissing onto the tip.

he seemed to be enjoying it too much, as he again spurted cum from his dick, weaker this time due to the tight hold of your fist in his hands. it slid down his dick, onto your fist. using it as lube, you pumped his dick, which was now shiny and redder, and he whined, "fuck– too much!" he gasped, eyes blown wide when you continuously began to pump him.

within a few minutes he was coming again, draining his balls off semen, as he whined and orgasmed, face flushing red.

"e-enough..." he whimpered as tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling overstimulated. you shook your head, "one last. i know you'll do it." you smiled and encouraged him, pumping his dick, watching as precum drooled from the tip.

he whined loudly, almost screaming as his dick twitched, orgasming again, but nothing came out, except a few trickles of his clear piss. he was totally milked dry.

he cried, chest heaving as you kept on pumping his cock. his cock twitched furiously, his mind going blank as he babbled incoherent words.

he finally screamed again when another empty orgasm hit him, hips bucking high into the air. you pumped his dick the last few times before letting it go, watching it as it still stood hard, twitching a lot.

"that's a good boy...you know to not flirt with the receptionist again, right?" you smiled cunningly, patting his cum-soaked hair. he weakly nodded, eyes hooded as he gasped for air, still panting.

[papiliovolens]

You know what?

*throws an glitched black annoying dog into the anti void*

Error was never more grateful for his new bean bags than at that moment.

The voices had chucked in their creation of Annoying Dog. It could hardly stay still, glitching in and out of existence as it stared at him, somehow able to see through Error's bean bag shield.

Error had a policy of avoiding Annoying Dog no matter the universe. They rarely took kindly to his presence, and Error had quickly learned to give them a wide berth. He had no clue how similar the voices' version of Annoying Dog was to the multiverse's, but Error did not want to take any chances.

He just wanted it to leave.

Error breathed a sigh of relief when the Anti-Void finally rejected its presence, and the Annoying Dog spasmed into nonexistence.