#but like a really fucked up one lmao

[oifaaa]

It's funny how opinions can change over time for instance I used to want Bruce to be a good parent but then I realised how fucking boring that is to read at the end of the day comics are soap operas and I'm here for the drama

[asgardian--angels]

my god bbno$ just got invited to riot hq because of the jayvik livestream either they're gonna tap him for jayvik marketing ideas or christian linke himself is gonna take him out back and shoot him

[chitinleg]

got him off-balance!

[triglycercule]

horrortale waterfall game broke me sorry (hey just like horror!)

[bacchuschucklefuck]

dreaming abt sophomore year class swap bard!riz

[shaadowmilkcookie]

One of Shadow Milk’s many prop replicas of himself, left behind. Even though the eyes are forever staring straight into the distance… Oddly enough, you still feel like you’re being watched.

But surely, though, it won’t hurt to take it home and touch up the colours, right? :)

[tradingjack]

how bout them apples

[a-most-beloved-fool]

I desperately want more fics where the t'hy'la bond forms between Kirk and Spock from birth soulmate-style exclusively for the sake of making Spock, 16, feel the pain of starvation during Kirk's time on Tarsus IV.

There's maybe... two? fics I've read that used a similar concept, but there should be MORE.

Like, picture a Spock who knows that he's bonded to his t'hy'la, but has never met them. This bond is the one thing which makes him "acceptably vulcan" in the eyes of his peers. Surely he can't be a failed vulcan if he's got a t'hy'la, the rarest of all vulcan bonds, right? So, to Spock, this bond isn't only an honor, but a lifeline. His whole life, he's taken comfort from it, because it proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that there IS someone who will truly love and care for him and that he IS vulcan enough (and if he has some suspicions that the one he is bonded to isn't vulcan, well, he keeps them to himself).

And then, at some point, Spock begins feeling... oddly anxious. A little hungrier than he should be, most of the time. At first, he writes it off as simply another aspect of puberty, but then it continues. Then it gets worse. The sense of never getting quite enough to eat grows, and the anxiety builds, and eventually, Spock realizes that it's not him. His t'hy'la is the one who is hungry and afraid.

He brings it to his father, then, deeply concerned. "They are hungry," he says of his t'hy'la. "It is persistent and... palpable. I believe they are in danger."

Sarek is sympathetic, but unable to do anything save offer advice: "Be with them. If you meditate and focus on your bond, you may be able to reach them, to offer some modicum of comfort."

And so Spock does. He spends his days deep in meditation, projecting calm and comfort and gentleness into the bond, and he hopes that it is heard, though he can't help but feel that he isn't doing enough. He wishes that he could reach into their mind and find their location so he could help them, but even with the aid of T'Pau, it would be impossible.

And still, the fear and the hunger grow worse, gnawing away at his t'hy'la until Spock wonders if there is even anything left of them, on the other side of the bond.

"I fear they are dying," he confesses one night, emerged from his meditation for just long enough to eat a meal. "They are... so weak, now, and filled with such despair. I -" Spock's voice breaks. "I have not even met them. It is unfair!"

Amanda holds him, and he, for the first time since he was seven, allows it.

"Their mere presence in my mind has done so much for me, and in return, what good have I done for them? I wish..." He swallows, throat aching with suppressed grief. "I would take their place, if I could."

He wonders, almost, if it would be better for them, to die. Their pain was so intense, and their terror so strong - surely death could be nothing but release.

Still, selfishly, he wants them to live.

He wants to get a chance to know them, to love them as more than just a warm link in the back of his mind.

So, still, he meditates, and tries to press as much warmth and affection as possible through the bond, saying don't give up, I'm here, I'm with you.

And, eventually, slowly, the hunger goes away. The fear takes longer, but it, too, eases over time. It never goes away entirely, of course. Sometimes, starvation plagues his t'hy'la's memories, or disembodied terror strikes them out of nowhere. But still, they are healing, and Spock is grateful for it.

Someday, he hopes to have the chance to hold his t'hy'la in his arms, but until then, he offers his mind. Every time he meditates (and every time he feels his t'hy'la's distress) Spock presses love and warmth into the bond. He still doesn't know if he's reaching them, but he hopes - and sometimes, hope is all you need.

(Jim, for his part, thinks often of the gentle warmth and reassurance which filled his mind during his darkest days. He wonders if he could have kept going, without it. He wonders, too, where it came from, and why he can still feel it sometimes, brushing lovingly over him. He hopes that someday he'll find out, to thank them for staying with him, for granting him a light in the darkness.)

[hayaku14]

pushing daisies kaishin au #2

pushing daisies au where shinichi has been able to revive dead animals, plants, even people since he was a child.

kudou "i can literally talk to the dead" shinichi

shinichi's parents didn’t exactly encouraged him to use this power. especially not in public. they’ve seen him revive and re-kill dead plants and animals in the same breath, it doesn’t take a detective to figure out what could happen near a human corpse.

but a young shinichi is curious, a young shinichi admired his father, and a young shinichi wanted to prove himself a detective. but most of all, a young shinichi wanted to help.

so when he saw his father struggle in solving a particular case, a young shinichi figured that maybe asking straight from the source would help give them a hint.

the complete horror in yusaku's eyes shinichi saw that day made him promise himself to never do it again.

shinichi realizes later on that reviving someone just for a clue on the whos, hows, and whys of their death only to touch them again, to basically kill them again, is sick and twisted and the realization leaves him feeling raw and dirty.

he then decides that if he’s gonna find out the truth, if he’s gonna bring justice, it’s not by making the victims suffer a second death. he will unravel the mystery not by magic but by logic.

the curious case of kuroba kaito

hakuba immediately contacts shinichi.

“he was...a friend. if i have to gather all the best detectives to catch his murderer then so be it.”

hakuba goes on to explain.

it was a kid heist. shots were fired. snipers. kaitou kid was caught on camera falling, as if he’d been shot, but he appears a minute later flying away on his glider with not a speck of blood on his suit. all should be well however, a few buildings away in an alleyway, the body of kuroba kaito is found dead. gunshots through the heart and chest.

a simple explanation would’ve been that the glider was a fake activated by kid’s assistant as a last ditch effort to save his legacy and this kuroba kaito was kaitou kid himself. he would’ve said it out loud but by the look on hakuba’s face, he can tell that he already connected those dots long before shinichi even stepped foot in the morgue. that wasn’t what hakuba called him for.

“can i...take a look at the body alone?”

hakuba raises an eye at him but moves to leave without questioning. "alright then. i have to check on another friend anyway. she's been...distraught ever since she heard the news and..." hakuba's words trail away as his eyes unconsciously drifted towards kuroba kaito's covered body. shinichi patiently waits through the quiet pain that he sees on hakuba. the pinch in his brows, the tenseness of his body. he must've been a really good friend.

hakuba shakes his head and turns his attention back to shinichi. "sorry, i...its been a long day. i'll leave you here then. call me if you find anything."

left alone, shinichi carefully zips open the body bag covering kaitou kid's upper body. he looked eerily similar to himself and imagining his own body cold and dead in the morgue sent a shiver down his spine. shaking his head, he pulls a chair close and reads through the file hakuba brought him.

"no witnesses. no camera. not a trace nor lead to anything. just some reports on mysterious gunshots in previous heists that lead to nowhere." they were professionals, whoever did this, shinichi thought. it was not going to be an easy case.

he takes another peek at the body. so this was kaitou kid, huh. too young to be the same as the one before his hiatus. perhaps a successor? motive could be related to his predecessor. his mother hasn't said anything of interest. does she really not know or is she protecting him? he runs his hand through his hair. there's too little information to go on...unless...

temptation rears its head. the source of information is right there in front of him. one touch and it could open up new leads to the case. an immediate disgust twists deep into his gut. he promised himself to never use it on people. to never kill. his father's haunted eyes embedded in his mind. he shouldn't. he really shouldn't. but he remembers the anguished look on hakuba's face. if he was going to do it, this might be the only good time. any longer and his touch would not revive kid. and gone along with him would be vital information to catch his murderer.

shinichi heaves a deep sigh. he has never used his abilities on dead people since that one incident as a child but he couldn't shake off the look on hakuba's face. it was now or never. shinichi reaches for kid's hand.

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pushing daisies au #1

[lizzybeeee]

I will never emotionally recover from this

[nyxiemeow]

quinn, nyxie, and aoi are all ready to take on the theatre of blood together! let's see how it goes :3

[yume-joshi]

Gamgin's H-Scene!!

people wanted it, sooo I deliver!!! ;3 again, just send an ask if you want another one transcribed!! SMUT BELOW THE CUT!

ASK: Anonymous says, "YES PLEASE do Gamigin's one next please please please please please"

NOTES: if there is any text which differs slightly from the game, just ignore it!! OCR's do not do well with the mass amount of whb punctuation..

WARNINGS: smut with a little but of funny character interactions, dragon-fucking, shower sex, double penetration

EXTRA: want the visual? scroll to the bottom and click on the link!

Descending the endlessly repeating staircase was as much of a struggle as climbing it. Despite the structure being reversed, it was still called a 'tower,' so there should be a top... meaning an end, but you couldn't tell when it would finally come.

MC: Hah... hah... hah...

Foras: MC, are you alright? Your breathing is pretty heavy... Would you like to get on my back?

MC: I'm... fine... They say it's harder going downhill than uphill... and it's really true..

As you continued descending the spiral staircase, you started to feel a little dizzy. Meanwhile, Leviathan had confidently said, "I'll go ahead and scout," and quickly disappeared down below.

MC: (Right, we're not here for fun, right? Ineed to pul myself together or I'll holdback the devils...)

Just then, while your mind briefly wandered, your foot slipped, causing you to lose your balance.

MC: Ah...?!

But instead of the sound of a fall, you heard a pleasant jingling sound, like a bell.

Gamigin: Are you okay, MC?

With a pure, boyish look in his eyes, Gamigin, now fully in his grown body, pulled you into a hug from behind and asked. In that moment, a cool breeze, like a refreshing northern wind on a summer day, blew from behind, and your peripheral vision was filled with his blue hair and clear, sharp features. Though it was just a few seconds, you felt that fleeting moment as if it were in slow motion.

Thump, thump, thump...!

With Gamigin holding you from behind, his broad chest pressed against your back. You hurriedly tried to hide your flushed ears and quickly expressed your thanks.

MC: Mmm, thanks, Gamigin. If it weren't for you, I would've fallen over!

Gamigin: I knew it! I was just waiting to see when you'd trip!

MC: Ah... I see... Anyway, I owe you one. I'm alive because of you.

Gamigin: Saving people? That's my job.

At the perfect moment, the sound of a bell ringing softly blended with his smile, as if it was echoing in tune with him.

MC: (Wow.. he's really handsome..)

From any angle, whether up close or from afar, this flawless young man was a bundle of charm, and his easygoing nature only made him more perfect.

MC: (I wonder.. does even someone like Gamigin have any weaknesses?)

As you idly thought that, your group started moving again after briefly pausing when you stopped.

Barbatos: Does anyone know how far we've come down?

Glasyal La Bolas: You should ask that devil who moonlights as a debt collector. He must be used to counting and calculating things.

Bimet: What did you say? Are you saying there's another devil like me?

Glasyal La Bolas: I mean you, of course. The chancellor of Tartaros.

Bimet, realizing that Glasyal La Bolas had been mocking him, shot aterrifying glare at him.

Bimet: I don't have any hobbies related to counting things that aren't money.

Glasyal La Bolas: Oh, really? What a shame.

Bimet: All I know is that we've probably descended about 34,280 steps so far.

Glasyal La Bolas: ...You said you didn't have any hobbies?

Glasyal La Bolas reacts with a look of disbelief, releasing a long sigh as if theair itself had been deflated from him.

Buer: To be exact, since I joined, we've descended 34,000 steps, plus another 13. Counting the steps we're on right now, that's 14, 15..16 more.

Glasyal La Bolas: ...Are all Tartaros devils like this?

Valefor: Hopefully not.

As Glasyal La Bolas glances at Valefor, who now seems to radiate an aura of normalcy, his previously frustrated expression softens.

Glasyal La Bolas: How long has it been since you moved to Paradise Lost, and yet you're still acting like a Tartaros devil?

Buer: Hmm.. It's been about.. today marks roughly..

Glasyal La Bolas: No, no. That's not what lasked for.

Gamigin: Well, since Paradise Lost doesn't really have any specific rules, I suppose it's hard to shake off habits from where you came from, right?

Gamigin, stil walking closely beside you, interjects with his calm voice. At that, Barbatos lights up with curiosity.

Barbatos: No rules? What do you mean by that?

Gamigin: Exactly what I said! We're here because we like Lucifer Hyung, nothing more. There's no real set of rules.

Gamigin: Well, of course, there are the nine virtues you need to follow when greeting Lucifer Hyung, the thirteen unwritten rules for meeting him, and of course, the thirty-six taboos in his room... And then...

Bimet: ...I thought you said no rules? What do you mean by that?

Bimet hesitantly asked the exact same question Barbatos had asked earlier, but Gamigin brushed it off with a light laugh.

Because he was walking so closely, you could feel his laughter and the slight tremor in his body, both pleasant and comforting.

Buer: Many of the devils in Paradise Lost are from different lands. Each of them has their own circumstances, and since they've been in their original countries for so long, we tend to avoid touching on those things.

Gamigin: Exactly! That's why Buer still counts prescriptions like money!

Buer: Gamigin, stop saying things you're not asked to.

Gamigin: Sure thing, Buer!

Gamigin nodded eagerly, like an obedient dog with sparkling eyes. However, it didn't take more than a few seconds before he stared intently at Buer with a look that screamed, "I'm dying to say something!

Buer: ...If it's really necessary, then speak... I swear, how does His Majesty Lucifer put up with you...

Gamigin: MC looks like she's about to die!

Buer: What?

Foras: What did you just say?

The sudden and dramatic declaration stopped everyone in their tracks. You were just as shocked as the others.

MC: No, I'm just... Hahhh... I'm a bit winded... feeling dizzy, that's all...

Gamigin: No, it's not that. There's something you're missing right now, MC. Something really crucial.

Foras: Ah...! Could it be that you're running low on demonic energy...?

At Foras' words, the other devils' faces shifted into expressions of realization. Even Buer and Gamigin, who had no clue what was going on, paused for a moment to listen to Foras' explanation before their faces mirrored the same understanding. As if on cue, every devil in the room simultaneously had a sharp glint in their eyes.

Foras: I think it would be best for someone experienced to help you, MC. So come here...

Glasyal La Bolas: Experienced, huh? You're not the only one, Foras. Trying to make it sound like you're the only one who knows what's going on... You really are a sly one, aren't you? Just like your looks.

Barbatos: That's true! I can help MC anytime. It may not be our secret garden, but if it's to lift the mood, I'm more than wiling...

As the devils from Hades continued to chatter, Bimet and Valefor exchanged an incredulous glance.

Bimet: They have no idea they've already lost.

Valefor: Well, maybe it's better that way.

Buer: I'd rather they keep fussing like this until those two get back.

Buer quietly glanced back. The stairs they'd already passed were swallowed by the deep darkness. And 'those two' were now climbing back up against the shadows. As the Hades devils continued their meaningless argument, you had already leapt into Gamigin's arms, quickly escaping the scene. The place you arrived at was one of the 'lounge' Kesi had mentioned earlier.

[FLASHBACK]

Kesi: [We couldn't go too far down, but still, this place and I have set up some conveniences here and there to make it our base. Feel free to use them if you need.]

[CURRENT]

MC: (I didn't think I'd actually end up using it.!)

You swallowed nervously as you eyed the neatly prepared shower room inside.

MC: So.. Gamigin, why did you bring me here?

Gamigin: For a patient, cleanliness is crucial. If you wash well, eat well, and sleep well, you'll get better. That's the basic rule.

MC: ???? Huh???? Wait, hold on. I'm not that kind of patient...?!

Despite your confusion, Gamigin, clearly unwiling to bend on his healing philosophy, turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Soon, the shower room was filled with thick steam.

Gamigin: MC, come here.

His large hand gestured toward you. The thick, cold steam filled the room, making his figure seem almost otherworldly, even though he was just a few steps away.

As if under a spell, you walked toward him, only to suddenly realize something crucial.

MC: ...Aren't you going to leave?

Gamigin: I was taught that a responsible healer should never leave their patient's side, from beginning to end.

His clear eyes, free from any hidden agenda, made you feel guilty for doubting him earlier.

MC: ...I understand. But... are you really sure you know what kind of 'treatment' I need?

Despite being one of the 72 devils, Gamigin was certainly hundreds of years older than you— an experienced and wise figure. Yet, his innocent expression and youthful behavior made you wonder if he truly understood the complexities of adult matters.

MC: If you're not sure, I can always bring someone else in to help..

Gamigin: MC, you don't know anything about me.

His words could've sounded sharp, but the gleam in his eyes, paired with the playful curve of his lips, seemed almost like an invitation to a secret, unspoken game.

Swahhh—

In the tense silence between you two, unable to make a move or speak, Gamigin took a step forward as if to demonstrate, boldly walking into the stream of water.

In an instant, his entire body was drenched, from head to toe, the water dripping off him, and once again, his large hand reached out toward you, compelling you closer.

Gamigin: MC, come here.

Ding—

A delicate, almost ethereal chime seemed to echo in the distance, like the sound of a bell ringing somewhere far away, as everything around you started to blur.

The overwhelming presence of Gamigin and his handsome face consumed your senses, making everything else fade into the background. You were left with only him, his energy, and the magnetic pull he exerted. The sound of the shower's water, once so crisp, began to fade, and the thick steam that filled the room slowly cleared. The walls, floor, and ceiling seemed to disappear as if erased by an invisible hand. Leaving only Gamigin standing in the center.

Gamigin: Ah, so you really are human, after all..

His voice held a faint trace of self-reproach. You tilted your head in confusion, unable to grasp the meaning behind his words.

Swahhh—!

The sound of the rushing water grew louder, and suddenly everything snapped back into focus— the sound, the steam, the surroundings— everything was once again vivid.

MC: ...Wait, what was that just now...?

Gamigin: Sorry, I got a bit too... 'eager' with my words.

He apologized in a way that seemed almost flippant, puling you closer. Before you even realized it, your hand had instinctively reached out and rested on his.

MC: (When did I...?)

Pulling you so close that your toes almost touched, Gamigin couldn't help but laugh mischievously, taking in the sight of you, drenched from head to toe just like him.

Gamigin: If you keep those wet clothes on, you're going to catch a cold, MC.

MC: Haha,nI didn't get wet on my own! You're the one who dragged me here andnmade me like this. I haven't even taken my clothes off yet.

Gamigin: True, I did get you into this situation. So, I'm the one who should help, right?

MC: (I thought he wouldn't know about adult matters.. How could I have everbmistaken him for someone innocent...?)

He skillfully created an arousing situation and reached out to your waist without hesitation. Soon, his large hands invaded your clothes.

Gamigin: Raise your arms, MC.

Maybe it was because he was wearing a blazer that reminded you of a school uniform, but Gamigin's skillful attitude and actual age clearly showed that he was much older, but somehow you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being manipulated by a younger man.

MC: (Of course, that in itself made you get turned on!)

You obediently raised both your arms as he told you to. He rolled up your wet top from the bottom.

Whenever your waist, belly button, upper stomach, chest, and collarbonebwere exposed one by one, Gamigin looked at the exposed skin as if he was going to warm it. It was clear that the dizziness and shortness of breath were no longer due to poor condition or the heat of the steam.

MC: I hope you don't catch a cold either.

Gamigin: ...How kind of you.

When Gamigin, who had stopped for a moment, opened his mouth, the voice that had been refreshing before came out, but instead it was an unfamiliar voice that had become husky and feverish.

MC: (...Just now, the bottom is definitely wet. It's already soaking wet, so it won't show..)

With his permission, you started to take off Gamigin's clothes just like how he did. Taking off clothes that were heavy from soaking up water wasn't as easy asyou thought, but your hands were just as skilled as Gamigin's.

When you came to your senses, Gamigin's upper body was already soaking wet without a single shirt on.

MC: (Wow... The skin soaked in water... It's so beautiful, like it's wrapped in transparent cloth...)

Who said that a man's body is expressed as a straight line and a woman's body as a curve! Gamigin's body muscles were firm but soft and flexible, so it was hard to resist the urge to touch them and lean against them. The water streams flowing down between his split abs were clearly just regular shower water, but if you licked them, it felt like your life would increase.

Gamigin: Now, you should take them off too. Are you going to catch a cold?

You smiled slightly because Gamigin was still cute complaining about his cold, but as soon as you realized that his expression wasn't cute at all, you had to bite your lip to keep your pounding heart from jumping out. Finally, the clothes that had risen up to your neck and chin were caught in your nose, and your eyes were about to be covered next.

Gamigin: Turn around, MC.

MC: ..!

As soon as your eyes were covered, his order was given. Your eyes were covered by wet clothes, and as you groped your way around you ended up facing the other way. Then, as if he had been waiting, two large hands grabbed your waist and pulled you tightly.

MC: (It, touched... it's touching...)

A hard thing that you could tell was pressing against your butt without even looking.

MC: G, Gamigin?

Gamigin: Yeah. I'll take the rest off.

MC: (That wasn't what I meant?!)

Gamigin said calmly and took off your bottom and lowered it. When the wet, heavy clothes got caught around your ankles, they felt like shackles that Gamigin had given you.

Thuuud—

As Gamigin's excitement rubbed hard against your very thin, even wet, meaningless underwear, you felt your strength draining from your body due to the excitement that had been transferred to you. As you were staggering, unable to hold on, you bent down and barely held on by supporting yourself on both knees, you heard the sound of Gamigin's pants buckle coming off behind you. And a moment later, your wet butt no, your panties were rubbed by a surprisingly hot, firm, huge pillar. You glanced back and looked at Gamigin. And immediately, you regretted it. Even without that, you were lying face down in the heat, so blood was rushing to your face, but because of his appearance, you really thought you would get a nose bleed. He leaned his back against the cold tile wall, thrusting his waist toward your butt and moving back and forth slightly.

MC: (How can he make such an expression...?!)

Gamigin, who exuded a masculine aura, frowned slightly as he felt his excitement rising. The tight, manly muscles that were covered by his slightly loose clothes swelled up solidly as if showing his excitement.

Gamigin: Haa.. MC, the sound of the water falling on your body, the water droplets splashing everywhere, it's so erotic that I can't stand it...

Now that you look at it, Gamigin's penis, which was rubbing against your butt, was feeling the ticklish, continuous stimulation from where the water was falling the strongest.

MC: (Ah, is this Gamigin's fetish?)

Only then did you realize why Gamigin had brought you to the shower room, and you secretly reached behind him with one hand and turned the water on harder.

Swishhh—!

The water stream grew stronger and immediately hit Gamigin's pillar so hard that it hurt a little.

Gamigin: K, kagh...!

MC: Do you like getting wet or getting hit more?

As you secretly moved your waist back and forth and bumped your body against his center, Gamigin lifted his chin and tilted his head back as if he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Then, a shiny and foreign part of his neck, different from the rest of his skin, was clearly revealed.

MC: ...Scale?

The moment you muttered, Gamigin lowered his head, which he had been tilting down, and smirked at you with slightly creepy eyes.

Gamigin: Did I get caught?

MC: .......?!

You didn't even know what he meant, but just because of Gamigin's scary sexy expression, you got goosebumps.

Wooosh—!

Gamigin's pillar slowly began to enter your wet panties, finding its place.

MC: Agh...?! Gami...gin...! W-wait...! This position...!

Gamigin: MC, I just found out about a very important weakness of yours.

Gamigin: What should I do about this?Gamigin continued to ruthlessly dig inside you while talking nonsense. Soon, even the place you thought you couldn't go in anymore was filled with his stuff.

MC: No... don't... ugh..

In this position.. you're going too deep...!

Gamigin: That's what I wanted.

Gamigin grabbed your waist while you were lying face down and started to move slowly. He moved very slowly, whether to give you a way out or to be considerate. But even so, because of the volume and pleasure that filled your stomach, you felt as if your whole body and internal organs were moving together with his waist movements. Your skin, which was already feeling a sting from the strong water stream that continued to hit them, became more and more sensitive, and everytime your soaking wet skin hit each other, a dirty sound of slapping echoed in the shower room.

MC: No, no, no, this is too much...! Haghh...

Gamigin: That thing on my neck that you found. It's called the dragon's 'reverse scale'.

MC: ...Dragon, then are you really...? Agh...!

When the tip of Gamigin's glans kissed your deepest part once again, you couldn't continue your question properly. No matter how much you curled your toes, you couldn't disperse the pleasure that dully pushed up your inner wall and lower abdomen, so your face, where the blood was rushing to you, felt like it was going to burst from excitement.

Gamigin: Yes, I'm a dragon. A mysterious being called a god in some worlds. It's an open secret. But right now, I'm definitely [Gamigin]. You couldn't understand what Gamigin was saying. All you could tell was that he could make you orgasm right away with just a few slow, intense piston strokes. You flinched like a child because of the dull, enormous pleasure that made your body tremble every time he pressed.

MC: Secret, I'l keep it, I'l keep it, ugh, ugh...! Hagh...! No, rather! If it's an open secret, then it's not really a secret, righ-right hagh...?!

You refuted as your faint sense of reason shouted, but you were startled when Gamigin's waist started moving a little faster, and you changed your words.

MC: Secret, I'l keep it, I'll keep it...! Hagh...!Gamigin: Really? Everyone tells me not to trust humans.

MC: Really, I me-mean it, ugh, hagh, I-I promis...! Hagh...!

Gamigin: Hmm.. Isn't it too risky to silence someone with just a verbal promise? Somehow, you felt a chill down your spine, and when you were about to turn around, Gamigin gently covered your eyes with his large palm and turned his head away again.

MC: ????

Gamigin: It would be better not to see it.

The laughter, tinged with excitement, felt oddly unsettling. At that moment, just as your hole was finally getting used to Gamigin... a familiar sensation of discomfort came from the hole above it.

MC: (......??????? A finger...? No, no. This is too big to call it a finger...)

Your instincts blared a deafening alarm, but the moment you heard the creaking sound of the hole widening, that warning signal abruptly stopped, as if it had broken down.

MC: Ga, Mi... Ugh... What is this...?

Gamigin: Remember, MC. Even if I can't block your upper mouth, I can block your lower mouth without any gaps.

The next moment, it was clearly not a finger, but a hot and hard pillar that was almost the same as the one that already filled your hole and inner walls, squeezing into the narrow hole that only knew how to spit out.

MC: Haghh...!

You trembled, your body stiffening as if you had been pierced by a skewer.

Gamigin: Hahh... it's so hot... inside of you...

Gamigin paused for a moment and let out a hot sigh of satisfaction. On the other hand, you were trembling with your whole body filled with his. If you spoke, it felt like one of his things would pop out of your mouth through your throat.

MC: How, how can this...?

Gamigin: Dragons, we have two of them.

MC: ......?!

He whispered sweetly and started to move as if he had waited long enough. A pitiful uncontrollable moan and scream flowed out of your mouth thatyou couldn't stop.

MC: Ahh, haghh, ahh, agh...

Gamigin: This isn't a threat, ha... It's a request to keep a secret, MC.

MC: (What are you talking about...! It's completely a threat!)

You screamed inwardly, feeling the pressure that made you suffocate. However, after Gamigin bent down exactly three more times, you completely changed that thought.

MC: (I feel like I'm going to die...! Ahh...! Down there...! It feels like it's going to melt... burn... and disappear...!)

The two penises he was thrusting into were definitely different from those of ordinary devils. They filled your insides flexibly as if they had a will, and then hardened at the crucial spot, making you dizzy. And after two of them, you were so ecstatic that you couldn't come to your senses, and you almost screamed. The hole and the inner wall that were tight at first, as if they would tear apart, were now completely loose and sucking in his things on their own. Gamigin, who didn't miss that change, gradually increased his speed. The sound of the water splashing became faster and more urgent, and Gamigin's low moans flowed thicker and clearer. Gamigin: If you don't keep the secret, this is what's going to happen from now on...

MC: Eeeeek...! I'll keep it, absolutely, definitely, I'l keep it...!! Please, keep going...!! Keep going, keep going like this...!! Don't stop...!!

You couldn't wait for Gamigin to speak and started crying, pleading first. Then Gamigin laughed and caressed the hollow part of your back and waist in a creepy way.

Gamigin: Yes, it's a secret and promise between the two of us?

Even though your mouth was clearly empty, you couldn't speak because ofthe pressure that felt like even that hole was full, so you nodded like crazy.

At that moment, you felt Gamigin's lower abdomen tightening more than before. In your vision that had already turned white from excessive excitement, like shooting stars were flashing, but you could feel that the 'real thing' was coming soon.

Gamigin: Ah... Now that I think about it... Can I come inside... I'm not a devil, so if l get you pregnant with this...

The moment he muttered to himself, you squeezed your insides as if you were squeezing them and thrust your butt back!

MC: If you don't give it all to me... I won't forgive you...!

Gamigin: ..........!! Kagh....?!

As Gamigin's tip was thrust deep inside, somewhere deeper, embarrassment and excitement that he couldn't hide burst out from his mouth. On the other hand, you were shaking with your mouth and eyes wide open due to the violent pleasure that was more intense than you had expected.

MC: Ah......Ahhhh.....!!!

Woosh, whoosh, woosh......!!

More than twice the usual amount of semen poured out inside you. The feeling of your lower abdomen bulging was strange, but you were satisfied when you thought that it was all because of Gamigin's spilling out.

Tskk......

Gamigin slowly turned of the shower. After a long time, only your and Gamigin's heavy breathing echoed in the quiet place. Soon, with a hug, the two pillars that had filled you slowly withdrew. Then, like a spilled saucepan with the lid open, his semen flowed out inside уоu. As the part connected to him withdrew, your body, which had barely held on while supporting his weight, swayed once again. But this time, Gamigin held you securely and hugged you. But...

MC: ...? Why are you making that face?

Gamigin: ...Were you scared?

MC: (After everything he's done, he asks this now?! Ugh...! This dragon definitely knows...! He knows that the more shameless he acts, the more unbearably adorable I find him...!)

You reached out and gently ruffled Gamigin's damp hair. Even though you were still trembling slightly from the lingering rush, you managed to push through the embarrassment.

MC: ...I wasn't scared. (Though it was so overwhelming, it might as well have been fear.) But it does feel a little unfair that you don't trust me. (Not that I'd trade it for missing out on that incredible moment.) From now on, try trusting me more, okay? (And keep those moments coming!)

You carefully navigated your words, making sure not to let your inner thoughts slip through. Gamigin's expression brightened again, his usual dazzling smile spreading across his face.

Gamigin: Got it! I'll trust you, MC!

MC: Ugh.. If you're going to smile like that, looking so good, could you at least do it from a little farther away?

You squeezed your eyes shut, half-worried that his striking looks might drain all the strength you'd just managed to recover.

And so, one day, after some time had passed, Gamigin and Buer found themselves alone together.

Buer: ...? W-What? What did you say MC found out?

Gamigin: That I'm a dragon! And even that my reverse scale is right here, near my neck!

Buer: No, no. Everyone among the 72 Devils knows you're a dragon! And honestly, anyone with eyes could spot the reverse scale on your neck!

Gamigin: Hmm? Really? As expected of you, Buer- you're so smart!

Buer: That's not the point...! What's shocking is... that you have two of those.

At that moment, someone called out, "Gamigin." Lucifer's voice interrupted Buer. A few steps away, Lucifer gestured toward Gamigin, signaling that he had something to say. Gamigin gave Buer a cheerful wave.

Buer: ...Honestly... Does that dragon really not understand what's supposed to be a secret?

Buer scratched the back of his head a few times, muttering to himself, before quietly walking away. Unseen, Gamigin glanced back at the now-empty spot and narrowed his eyes, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Gamigin: (Whatever the case, what matters most is that MC and I now share a secret.)

The playful young dragon, who wasn't as innocent as he seemed, harbored a mischievous thought.

[END]

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

spent the last couple nights watching the handplates (<- @zarla-s if you’ve never read it) comic dub with a friend of mine :-]

gaster ^

[skippingthroughfields]

one thing that's missing from these convos about amc not submitting assad zaman for a golden globes nom that makes it 10x more malicious on amc's part is that a nomination isn't just like oh... ~simple appreciation for an actor's performance. even if there's no win, it results in a profile boost for these actors & them being able to command a higher salary when it comes to future projects. it's something that gets notice on their CV. these studios and networks love being able to market their shit with things like "starring golden globe nominee john doe" or "emmy winner jane doe." the emmys are more prestigious than the golden globes which are more prestigious than the critics choice awards (the one they submitted him for with two other actors lol). actors get nominated and have the opportunity to get attention from social media posts, article mentions, attending the red carpet, having their name announced and a little clip of their acting shown. that's not nothing! attention from possible new fans, publications, execs, peers, producers, directors, fashion houses & other industries which could lead to $$$ and sponsorships. I won't make any presumptions about the cast's finances but I do know amc is probably not paying them their worth, least of all the bangladeshi muslim who barely had any major roles in tv/film prior to the show.

there are fees and costs associated with submitting for awards consideration and FYC ads. the network basically took a look at assad's brown skin and name and said they don't think he's worth the money over the white actor who had less screentime and narrative importance (to the season ig) which is absolutely crazy lmao. it shouldn't be controversial to say that and you can't not discuss this without bringing up sam's name. this has nothing to do with whether he "deserved" to be submitted (and even if I said he doesn't deserve it over assad who's gonna beat my ass?). this white man isn't being persecuted by conversations about blatant racism. but I'd expect nothing less from this fanbase x.

[vaguely-concerned]

shathann fucked up in so many ways with raising taash but she also makes me. so so SO sad. welcome back deeply flawed dragon age mother figures in various shades of 'well. I mean you tried. I guess' (from 'not at all' to 'I can see what you thought you were going for at least' as appropriate) we tango once more

[dilfmobius]

i took a break from suits because the only reason i was there in the first place was for how absolutely batshit insane harvey specter is when it comes to mike ross and once mike went to prison i kinda went okay i think the shows run its course for me byeeee

anyway i just started s6 and i'm happy to see harvey specter is still batshit insane for mike ross