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xue yang posing as xiao xingchen: thank you so much for your help, iâve been tirelessly fighting these corpses for hours upholding my role as an esteemed, righteous cultivatorâ
jin ling: *passes out*
xue yang: the hellâs wrong with him?
wei wuxian: huh? oh, heâs allergic to bullshit. yep, out cold whenever he hears it.
#jin ling: the walking (fainting) lie detector#travel sized for your convenience#mdzs#the untamed#mo dao zu shi#mdzs crack#mdzs meme#mdzs shitposting#incorrect mdzs#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#apple memes đ#jin ling#wei wuxian#jin rulan#xiao xingchen#xue yang#yi city#yi city arc#now that I think about it he passes out whenever thereâs some fishy bullshit going on#useful skill imo#lmFAO
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Presumably Philip recognized Lilith pretty quickly after meeting her for the second time - he saw her face and heard Luz say her real name. Luz had introduced them as aunt and niece, and it seemed to me like Belos didn't realize Luz was a human until he met her again in the future. So it would have seemed possible, maybe even likely, to him that Luz could be Eda's biological kid.
Belos through the years squinting at Lilith like, "so what's the deal with your sister. is she still single" with slowly increasing urgency
#the owl house#i am picturing a crack fic about belos getting penstagram to stalk eda#just watching eda's lifestyle and her commitment-phobia like 'should I be worried about this'#belos: maybe luzura is a child of a friend of lilith who is close enough to think of her as an aunt#belos: (looks at lilith's pathetic social life) no. that can't be it either.#REALLY outrageous crack fic: belos wondering if he should be shipping raeda. for the sake of the future.#belos did arrange for lilith to get her time pool detector back#so he was thinking about ways to actively ensure the loop closed properly
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@divinityunleashed
Rima slowly squints. She's got a knot in her stomach.
"I don't know. Something tells me I shouldn't... What are you going to wish for?"
#crack#/Is this 4th wall breaking? maybe. but its for the bit/#/Someone come save her she might be in danger/#divinity#/careful freeza. shes got a built in BullShit detector đ/
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shoutout to me for getting shit done LMAO
this was my very last project for graphic design II and i am NOT... pleased with it. like nearly at all. itâs very mid and im okay with that since im ready for the semester to be over. Ive kinda accepted that illustration is my strongsuit instead of true graphic design but w/e. this is better than the original data report i based this on anyway, and now im free to do other stuff.
#school stuff#graphic design#illustration#that little house in a holler is so cute tho#did you know that radon gas can seep in through cracks and gaps in your house's construction?#if you live in an area with a lot of karst topography maybe look into getting a radon detector. also stop smoking
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"You're an idiot."
Cayde looks to Tevis with a glint in his optics. He pulls out what, at first, appears to be a cigarette from a box, placing it between his mouthplates to rest there for a moment, mirroring the Nightstalker. Instead of lighting it though, he bites into it.
It's a candy stick.
Tevis rolls his eyes with a huff while lighting his very real cigarette.
#threat detector // tevis larsen#firefly // cayde 6#heavy brick dropped // ic#clown cartridge // crack#chain reaction // open#silley time
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Magnatech RMC is known for providing advanced, high-performance Magnaflux machines, designed to detect surface and subsurface flaws with accuracy, making them an ideal choice for industries requiring stringent quality control. #MagnafluxMachine #Machine #business
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("Hmm... Hmm...!!") *shinigami thoughtfully rubs her chin while staring at yuta, her smile growing even wider as she watches his ahoge waggling about!*
("Since that dumb strand of idiot hair is in the shape of a question mark, what if it starts wiggling whenever there's a mystery nearby! What if my twin masters have a built-in mystery detector?! Or maybe it's just that little, green sprout that coconuts have when they're ready to grown into a palm tree, kyahaha~!!")
("...?") Yuta stares up at her with a confused look on his face, of course being unaware of his waggling ahoge!!
("H-Hey, lay off the insults! ...And I highly doubt that's what it actually is, Shinigami. If that was the case, Yuma and I would probably be detecting mysteries all the time, then.")
And at that coconut joke, he squints even harder, reaching up to 'bap' her!! ("No it isn't. Good grief... I-I'll never go a day without a stupid coconut joke, will I...Don't make me bap you with a ghost plushie, now!")
#their ahoges being mystery detectors!!! đ <-âăœïž!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#Shinigami cracking da code!!! KJDNKDJS AND A KOKONUT JOKE!!!#YUTA IS VERY /NOT/ AMUSED!!!!#HE'S GONNA PRETEND TO IGNORE HER ANY SECOND NOWWW!!!#Yuta answers;;#essenceofjustice
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Hey why the fuck are our smoke detectors that were just serviced a handful of months ago now pulling false positives
#a couple weeks ago my roommates smoke detector randomly started going off#it went through 4 cycles of 'there's a fire' ringing and then stopped#it did that 3 times total two hours apart before i got the thing down and disabled it#because it's not the kind you can just change out the battery of oh no!!!! you have to disable and discard the whole thing#my bedroom one just went off#the one in the hallway has been fine#there should not be enough smoke leeching through the two inch crack in my window from something outside to cause it to go off#I'm so pissed off
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[â°] ⊠TOJI FUSHIGURO TAKES A LIE DETECTOR TEST⊠9.6M VIEWS
ê© actor!toji (& implied actor toji x actress/actor reader)
ïżœïżœïżœ synopsis: toji thought this lie detector test was going to be a breeze. he was a little mistaken.
sfw, fluff, crack, ooc toji, toji & reader are secretly together, toji lying!
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âi ainât nervous,â toji claims, cracking his neck and smirking as the crew members attach the needed equipment to his body, âi ainât no liar either. so i got nothing to worry about here.â
âi sure hope thatâs true, mr.fushiguro.â the polygraph examiner replies slyly.
âare you ready, toji fushiguro?â the interviewer asks.
âyeah, i am,â toji claps, âhurry up and get started.â
âis your name toji fushiguro?â
âyes my name is toji fushiguro.â he looks to the polygraph examiner. âit is, right?â
the woman simply stares at him.
â..alright thenâŠâ
the interviews asks another question. âare you about to take a polygraph exam?â
âyes, yes and yes, now give me the real questions!â
TOJI FUSHIGURO TELLS THE TRUTH
YOUR CAREER
âweâre going to start with the category of your career.â
toji nods and looks to the examiner. âhow âm i doing?â
âyouâre very calm, nothing unusual yet.â
âhm.â
the interview begins to speak. âone of your most popular roles as an actor was when you played Frank Castle in the Netflix series, âThe Punisherâ. some would say this is when you became a heartthrob. do you think is this true?â
toji sighs and shakes his head. ânah-â
âLIE.â the polygraph examiner calls out.
toji raises his hand. ââŠbecause, i was already a heartthrob before alla that.â he smiles, looking proud of himself. his answer is met with silence.
âok.â says the interviewer and goes onto the next question. âdo you face a lot of pressure being a heartthrob?â
ânope.â toji answers easily. âiâm just that kinda guy. i ainât gotta try too hard for much, especially not âbeing hotâ.â
he looks at the examiner.
âheâs telling the truth.â she states. she almost seems disappointed by the fact.
âsee?â toji says, folding his arms, âas i said, âgot nothinâ to lie about.â
âin the punisher,â the interviewer starts, ignoring tojiâs cocky replies, âdo you wear a muscle suit to look bigger than you actually are?â
toji throws his back, cackles echoing around the small room. âfuck no!â he gestures toâŠhis whole body, ââit look like i need a muscle suit? âdidnât even know that shit was a thing⊠iâm big enough without any of that stuff.â he shrugs, looking into the camera. âi think we can all see that.â
the examiner nods curtly. â..he is telling the truth.â
âdo you workout often?â asks the interviewer.
toji scoffs. âi thought iâd get good questions..but yeah, yeah i do workout.â
âwould you consider yourself fit?â
âyep. âhundred percent.â
âwould you consider yourself fitter than,â the interviewer slides a photo of the actor gojo satoru towards toji, âthis man?â
âpfft-â toji chortles. âoh, ohh yeah. easily. heâs like..â he looks for the correct words, âa little boy. are we kidding?â
he looks to the examiner and then to the interviewer.
âhe is being truthful..again.â
toji smirks at the camera, tapping the side of his nose with his finger. âtoji never lies.â
POP CULTURE
âthis year, you were named âThe Most Sexiest Man Aliveâ by People Magazine. do you believe youâre sexier than this man, 2022âs sexiest man, nanami kento?â the interviewer slides another photo, this time of the actor nanami kento.
toji looks at the photo for a second, before scoffing a little. âoh yeah. definitely. âguy just has a permanent frown on his face. he ainât ugly but he could smile a little, yâknow?â
âwhat about this âguyâ, 2021âs most sexiest man alive, ryomen sukuna?â the interviewer also slides a picture of him to toji.
toji strokes his chin. âheh..yeah..yeah i would say so..this guy..he ainât ugly either but..theres this energy about him..â
âwhat energy would that be, toji fushiguro?â
âthe energy of a fuckinâ mass murderer thatâs what!â he laughs at his own joke, looking at the picture of this âryomen sukunaâ, who is glaring into his soul through the image. âyeahh, iâd say iâm more attractive than him. just.. just a little.â he holds two fingers close together emphasis. âjesus christ, thatâs one scary looking fuck.â
the examiner inspects the polygraph and looks towards toji and the interviewer. âhe has been telling the truth.â
âyeah.â toji nods, exhaling through his mouth and sliding the pictures away from himself. ââcourse i am.â
LOVE LIFE
toji had been doing well so far, but the category of âlove lifeâ would be his downfall.
âdo you want to get married in the future?â
âyeah, yeah i do.â
the examiner nods.
âhave you ever been in love?â
â..yes.â toji responds, thinking about his past for a second.
the examiner nods again.
âare you in love right now?â
toji pauses for the first time in the whole test. he takes a deep breath. âno. yeah, no. âm not.â
the examiner raises an eyebrow at the results. âquestionable.â
âoh, câmon.â toji groans, rolling his eyes.
âis there someone youâre in love with?â
ânope. nobody at all.â he interlinks his fingers, tapping them against each other. â..nobody at all..â
âquestionable. again.â the examiner states, pointedly looking at toji.
toji sighs. âoh, brotherâŠâ
âdid you happen to meet this person..on set?â
âno, âcause there is no person?â toji says firmly.
âagain.â the examiner says. âquestionable.â
âchristâŠâ
the interviewer asks another question. âdo you believe in love at first sight?â
toji huffs. âno, thatâs just two people who wanna fuck.â
âi see. then,â the interviewer takes out three pictures, all of them being people who he has worked with on set, including you.
âare you in love with any of these people?â
toji gulps, hesitating for a split second, his eyes focused on your picture. ânope. not oneeee bit.â
âLIE.â the examiner shouts excitedly, happy to have finally caught toji out on lying. she rings the negative buzzer repeatedly. âlie!â
ââyou serious?â he asks incredulously, looking between the interviewer and the examiner. âlisten, maybe it was just my heart murmur or somethinâ like that,â he looks to side, cheeks rosy and shifts in his seat a little, âi-i donât-â
âthose are the last of our questions.â the interviewer says to toji, smiling knowingly. âthank you for taking part in our lie detector test.â
toji grumbles.
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a/n: this was longer than i planned đ€„
#Iâm so sorry i always forget the taglist iâm not used to one iâm so sorryđ#actor!toji#toji x reader#toji x gn!reader#toji x you#toji x y/n#toji x self insert#toji fluff#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x you#toji fushiguro x y/n#toji fushiguro fluff#fushiguro toji x reader#fushiguro toji x you#fushiguro toji fluff#toji x gender neutral reader#toji x gender neutral!reader
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The tone of the letter seems to be optimistic and joyful. Is it really though?
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APLAP (Assigned Pathetic Lifeform at Padawanship)
New padawan Obi-Wan trying to figure out how the FUCK to make his master listen and not abandon him to go running off following "the will of the force" when it hits him. Qui-Gon is perfectly happy stopping and taking care of pathetic life forms, but not Obi-Wan. That's it. He's always been prepared, always been dutiful, strong, self-sufficient.
He's cracked the code. He needs to be more pathetic.
The next time he senses Qui-Gon's about to run off he coordinates a scene of utmost pathetic-ness, that is, he throws himself into the nearest fountain. He trudges up to his master sopping wet, water-logged robes swallowing him, with hair sticking to his face and containing bits of algae from the fountain. He mumbles out an apology for being clumsy before looking up at Qui-Gon with the biggest, most woeful eyes possible to ask if he happened to bring any spare robes (he didn't, Obi-Wan knows this because he is usually the one to pack spare robes for them both). His wet hair is dripping water into his eyes that's beginning to turn them an irritated red, and there's algae sliding down the side of his face, it really is masterful work.
"Oh...I'm sure I'll be able to find something by myself, it's okay Master, I know you had important work to do."
Qui-Gon visibly hesitates. Obi-Wan starts shivering. He turns to walk away. He's stopped by his Master's hand on his shoulder. His Master, who walks back with him, who gets clean clothes from their hosts, who has folded like wet flimsi and even explains his stupid, stupid plan before choosing to hotwire a hoverbike with a passenger seat! Oh, Obi-Wan really has cracked the code!
Afterwards, Obi-Wan stages an increasingly pitiful accident for himself every time his patented 'Qui-Gon Jinn Bullshit' detector goes off. Eventually, his Master stops leaving him behind at all, even giving him funny looks when he turns around and Obi-Wan isnât next to him. It never fails to make Obi-Wan grin and run to catch up. Sure, his reputation as a perfect padawan is in tatters, alongside his dignity, but itâs a small price to pay for a place at his Masterâs side, for him to remember thereâs a place for Obi-Wan there.
When the ray shields come up on Naboo, Qui-Gon doesn't charge ahead and leave his padawan behind, he hasn't for years. He waits for Obi-Wan because it feels wrong to do otherwise, his padawan belongs at his side.
Much, much later, when Obi-Wan is drinking to the end of the war with friends, Commander Cress will ask him how he kept General Jinn from running off for entire decade. Obi-Wan laughs, informs him, and resolutely ignores the scene Quinlan is making as the man cackles and pulls up a book to shove at them both, titled Classical Conditioning 101: A guide to subtle psychological manipulation.
#obi-wan: you ABANDON padawan? you leave him behind like lost toy? oh! oh! Jail for Master! Jail for Master for One Thousand Years!!!!#14 yr old obi decides the best way to deal with qui gon is to assign himself the mans poor little meow meow and uknow what it fucking works#accidentally stumbling into emotional vulnerability to have a better relationship#he's got the right answer with the wrong equation but we'll take it#obi wan kenobi#qui gon jinn#padawan obi wan#qui gon and obi wan#star wars
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ivy, l. howlett (4)
landing on Ellis Island, it was finally time for you to show off what you could do
CW: canon typical violence, gore, guns, mutation, profanity, innuendos, mature themes, mentions of sex, y/n is very poison ivy-esque, jean grey exists but is not present, etc.
After figuring out Magneto and his gang were headed for Ellis Island, the four of you loaded into the Blackbird on a covert mission to stop him.
So after disembarking on the faraway side of the island, and deducing that the machine was hidden in the torch, you all stormed inside in an attempt to get you to the top.
Which meant passing through the museum.
Though it wasn't long before Logan caused a ruckus.
The moment he walked through the metal detectors, an alarm began to blare, forcing everyone to freeze.
Quickly, he drew his claws, stabbing the sensor until the alarm shut off, before turning to the rest of you.
Scott flashed him a cocky smirk, but Logan just flipped him off.
Rolling your eyes, you continued on, dipping in your belt pouches and sprinkling seeds along the carpet walkway, keeping your eyes peeled.
Though Logan was thoroughly confused.
"What's that?" he asked, brow raised as he walked up next to you.
"Our backup," you answered with a knowing grin, pressing ahead to spread some more.
And, as much as he willed them not to, his eyes traveled down your back, all the way to your leather clad ass.
He was only a man, and he had to say it looked absolutely fantastic, perfectly fit for your figure and moving so tantalizingly.
Trust, if you gave him a chance, he'd rock yourâ
A sharp jab to his side snapped him out of his reverie, its source being a particularly displeased woman with hair whiter than winter snow.
"You're drooling," she raised a brow, almost scolding.
She didn't need the professor to know what the man was thinking, and all that could be saved for after they rescued Rogue.
Before he could respond, he caught a whiff of something.
"There's someone here," he sniffed, brows furrowed.
"Where?" Scott asked.
"I don't know.... Keep your eye open."
"Logan."
But the man paid no mind, power-walking ahead and around the column in search of the source.
Though when he came back around, there was something different about him.
Something odd.
"I know there's someone here. I just can't see 'em."
He stalked toward Scott, his claws suddenly sprouting.
'The hell...'
Suddenly, another Logan tackled the other, the two tumbling into a maintenence room.
'Okay, what the actual hell...'
You three quickly followed, Scott unsure of which one to shoot as they stood off.
"Wait!" the both shouted in unison, their voices the same.
But one suddenly slashed the chain holding the door, slamming it shut right before your eyes.
"All right, back up," Scott ordered, holding the side of his goggles.
But before he could shoot it open, a familiar frog man suddenly swung over, knocking him into another room and kicking you and Ororo to the ground.
 Using his tongue, he slammed the door to Scott shut before wrapping it around your ankle and tossing you onto a higher level, sending you crashing into a display case.
'Bastard...'
But before you could even recover, he was already scaling the wall, having stuck some sort of adhesive saliva on Ororo's mouth to distract her.
Quickly, you pulled yourself up, but his tongue smacked you right back down, before grabbing your waist and tossing you into a nearby elevator shaft.
You hit the bottom with a sickening thud, hitting your head right on the concrete and splattering blood all over the floor.
That was the last straw.
Jaw locked tight with anger, you pushed yourself off the ground, fixing your neck with a disgusting crack as small as thin vines of ivy grew around your wound, quickly closing it.
"He's done."
Taking all of your pouches off your belt, you opened them up and flipped them upside down, dumping every seed in your arsenal on the ground.
And with a flick of your hand, they all shot up into the air, carrying you along with it.
When you reached the top of the shaft, your vines began to grow all over the place, two large ones completely ripping the doors open.
Toad's eyes narrowed, confused to see a gigantic lotus flower before him.
Until it bloomed, you emerging from its receptacle.
"Don't you people ever die?" he shouted, annoyed, as the stormed over.
Big mistake.
Instantly, a vine coiled around his body, tightening as you were carried toward him.
Your plants grew without control, overtaking everything on the upper levels and even encroaching on the lower.
Though you still approached the balcony with your new friend.
"Woah, woah, woah, slow your roll, love," he began to panic, jolting with fear as even larger vines burst through the windows, the flora following you outside.Â
The reality of his situation was finally sinking in.
"You can't kill me! That old man o' yours don't allow it!"
You stared at him, eyes cold and dead serious as a humongous Venus Flytrap grew at your side.
"Who said I was going to kill you?"
Terrified, his eyes turned to saucers, especially when it began to move closer.
Without hesitation, the vine binding him shifted its grip, tossing him into her jaws, which she snapped shut the moment he landed.
Of course, you really couldn't kill him, so you'd already given her precise instruction.
"You know what to do," you nodded to her, "Don't go too deep."
She gave you a wiggle of confirmation, before quickly growing toward the harbor, submerging herself and Toad underwater.
With that taken care of, your plants returned you indoors, bringing you toward the banister of the upper floor to look over, where the others seemed to be regrouping.
"You guys all right?" you asked as you descended.
Turning to you, Logan's eyes widened, surprised and quite fascinated.
He knew you could control plants, but he didn't think you'd have the whole damn jungle following you.
"She wasn't kidding..." he nodded, intrigued.
For Christ's sake, you were sitting in a huge flower like some woodland fairy.
"I took care of the toad guy," you reported, stepping out Lottieâthe lotus.
"The shapeshifter's handled, too," Logan nodded, focusing back on the matter at hand.
"Prove it," Scott raised a brow, resting his fingers at the side of his goggles, ready to blast.
"You're a dick."
...
"Okay."
You rolled your eyes, turning toward the roof.
"If you ladies are done... there's a girl that needs saving."
Once you all finally made it to Lady Liberty's head, you looked around, only to find that the machine was already powering up within the flame of the torch.
"Everybody, get out of here," Logan stated, seriously.
"What is it?" Ororo asked.
"I can't move."
Suddenly, something shoved him up against the wall, pieces of metal flying from all directions to pin each and every one of you.
You, in particular, getting stuck in front of Scott.
And, of course, the man himself descending from a hole he made in the statue's head.
"Ah, my brothers. Welcome," Magneto smiled, turning to Logan, "Let's point those claws of yours in a safer direction."
Using his power, he forced Logan's fists to point toward his chest, bending some scrap metal to keep them there.
"And you," he turned to Scott, Sabretooth removing his goggles. "You'd better close your eyes."
"Storm, fry him," Scott ordered, his eyes screwed shut to keep from hurting you.
"Oh, yes. A bolt of lightening into a huge, copper conductor," Magneto agreed, sarcastically. "I thought you lived at a school."
"I've seen Senator Kelly," you blurted, hoping to divert his attention.
"So the good senator survived his fall and the swim to shore," he smiled, walking up to you. "He's become even more powerful than I could have imagined."
"He's dead," you corrected. "I saw him die. Like those people down there will die."
Knowingly, he leaned in closer.
"Are you sure that's what you saw?"
You scoffed, not even surprised by his indifference.
He didn't give two shits whether those people down there lived or died.
And he could see the realization all over your face.
"Why do none of you understand what I'm trying to do?" Magneto groaned, "Those people down there control our fate and the fate of every other mutant... Well, soon our fate will be theirs."
"Help!" Rogue cried, her voice muffled but not far away. "Please help me!"
"You're so full of shit," Logan glared, pissed. "If you were really so righteous, it'd be you in that thing."
"Help! Somebody help me!"
Magneto ignored the comment, instead floating up in the air to commence the process, leaving the rest of you to wait for the inevitable.
Although Logan didn't.
Suddenly, he let out a roar of fury, impaling himself with his own claws.
"Logan!" you exclaimed, eyes wide.
You knew he could heal, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.
But his doing so destroyed his binds, dropping him to the floor.
And he played dead for a moment, waiting until Sabretooth got close enough to lift him up, before stabbing him in the gut.
Sabretooth yowled with pain, tossing Logan through the hole and out on Lady Liberty's head to fight.
Which left you to finding some sort of way to escape.
Frantically, you used your power to call out to any sort of flora you could, cursing yourself when you couldn't find anything.
That is... until you felt a tiny wiggle from the corner.
'No way...'
You thanked practically every God in heaven that some contract worker was eating David seeds on the job, because there laid a perfectly intact sunflower seed on the ground.
Quickly, you grew it larger than the average sunflower,
Sabretooth dropped back in, eyes locked on you as he slowly approached.
He caressed his gnarled claw over your cheek, staring at you intently.
"You owe me a scream."
But before he could do anything, Logan dropped down right behind him.
"Hey, bub. I'm not finished with you yet," he growled, eyes flicking to you. "(y/n)."
"Scott, when I tell you, open your eyes," you instructed.
"No!"
"Trust me."
"You dropped something," Logan smirked, tossing you Scott's goggles.
Quickly, the sunflower caught them, angling them in front of your face just right.
"Now!"
Scott opened his eyes, the beams diverted toward Sabretooth, who was blasted clear into New York harbor.
'Oh, thank, God...'
You had no idea that was going to work.
"Thanks," Scott nodded as Logan cut him down, the large leaves of the sunflower pulling you free.
"Don't mention it," Logan assured, breaking Ororo free before turning toward the torch. "We gotta get her out of there."
"Scott, can you hit it?" you asked.
He attempted to aim, but it was no use.
"The rings are moving too fast," he denied.
"Just shoot it!"Â Logan exclaimed.
"I'll kill her!"Â Scott held firm, turning to Ororo. "Storm, can you get me up there?"
"I can't control it like that. You'd fly right over the torch."
"(y/n)?"
"Not in my range."
"Then let me do it," Logan stated, turning to Scott. "If I don't make it, then at least you can still blast the damn thing."
'Shit...'
Your weren't for this plan, but it seemed like you had no choice.
"I can get you up there," you sighed, growing Susanaâthe sunflowerâslightly larger, until she was big enough to be stood on. "But she's small. So once you get there you're on your own."
He confirmed with a nod, his eyes looking at you with something almost indecipherable before stepping onto the flower.
Quickly, you grew her stem toward the machine, going higher and higher until he was close enough to jump on top of it.
And once he did, you returned her back to her normal state, thanking her gratefully for all her hard work before turning your attention to the sky.
Where Magneto was stopping Logan from destroying the machine.
"I have a clear shot," Scott reported, powering up his beam. "I'm taking it."
"Hurry!" Ororo rushed, the wave of blinding, white radiation already close to and nearly reaching the delegates of the summit.
With a quick, precise shot, Scott knocked him away, freeing Logan and allowing him to slash the controls, instantly dissipating the radiation.
Sighing with relief, you finally allowed your shoulders to sink, running a tired hand through your hair.
He did it.
The X-men had won the day.
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Yo! Hello its me again! Could i please request like a reverse isekai where the kny characters end up in reader's house? And maybe she is like Mad rich but like.. Not a spoiled brat she likes to do charity and make money for herself and maybe she is living with her cousins, she is smark but can be stupid (if you know what i mean) i don't know, you can do whatever you want, (there is not enough reverse isekai fanfictionsđ), anyhow, hope you have a good day and you didn't get sick of my (a lot) requestsđđ«¶đ»đđ»
Hashira getting reverse isekaiâd
Your favourite hashira suddenly appeared inside your home! How will they react to your home and the modern world?
Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyu x gn!reader
Sanemi Shinazugawa
He will not adjust to this change quietlyâ he is ready to destroy and slice every single piece of tech that decides to randomly beep or talk to him. You once found Sanemi trying to get his katana out of your ceiling after throwing it with full force against your smoke detector, after it beeped to remind you to change battery. It scared the shit out of him, so he put an end to that thing. Often times when using your phone, Sanemi accidentally activates Siri. He first thought that a demon was speaking through the phone with some kind of blood demon art, then, after explaining to him what exactly Siri is and what she does, he just begins cursing her and cussing her out every time she activates on him. You once had to remind him not to grip it so tightly, or else your screen might crack.
A thing he really, really likes about your modern home though is your bathroom. The shower, the large mirror, sink, toilet⊠just everything about it. The first time he stepped into your shower and closed the glass door behind himself, Sanemi was first confused about the shower settings. He turned every knob that is able to be turned, both cooking himself alive and dodging the water in fear of freezing, achieving both of these things in one shower. Once he finally found the perfect temperature, it was time to test all of the products you have, and not sparingly. Shampoo, conditioner, hair masks, shower gel, body scrub and whatever else he could get his fingers onâ once he got out of the shower and returned to you, his smell was almost overwhelming, but at least you know now that his har is somehow able to look even better than before.
After a long adjustment period, you sometimes catch Sanemi watching the TV. He made himself comfortable in a corner of your couch, cuddled up in heated blankets (he learned how to use the settings all by himself!) and watching one movie after another. Heâs quite the binge-watcher apparently, watching one action movie after another for hours on end. At the end of such day, heâll complain about his eyes burning up without having any idea how that happened.
âHey, wanna join me? Blanket sâ warm and I found a movie about some weird metal things moving really, really fast and guys kicking each otherâs assesâ Huh? Cars? Are those these fast carriages sliding around on there?â
Kyojuro Rengoku
He is incredibly curious about every single thing and would try to understand how everything works. Kyojuro would inspect your microwave and press every button their is, watching the pizza pocket he threw into there react to the different settings and then grieving about how the once weird snacks he wanted to try turned into a piece of burnt remains. Despite being the most comfortable with the traditional meals he used to eat, Kyojuro would love to try any dish you even mentioned by name once! Since you can get your food delivered to your front door, Kyojuro can try as many different cultural dishes as he can get his hands on! Or as many as you can get delivered to tour home. Ordering food is something he always gets very excited about, like what do you mean you can order all kinds of cultural food in a matter of minutes? How do the restaurants have all the ingredients available and are always ready to serve customers? And why do you refuse to order a so-called Happy Meal for him? Isnât it supposed to make one happy?
Another thing Kyojuro is very excited about is the gym. He accidentally stumbled upon a fitness center after returning from buying groceries, staring at the people training inside with those weird machines. The hashira spotted a couple of people build broader and stronger than him, making him realise that this may be some kind of modern training ground. He begged on his hands and knees for a membership so he can explore all these new machines and weight excursuses. Once Kyojuro got inside, he was like a child in a candyshop. He spend the whole day testing out every machine, noting his own limits and setting goals on how to get even stronger. Despite no demons terrorising your world, he still wants to keep his muscles and gain strength to offer nice pillows you can lay your head on and also have the ability to open sealed jars for you without struggling.
âCan we order sweet potato tonight? I miss eating it, and itâs my comfort dishâŠ. Also, I believe I may have started to develop homesickness. I miss my brother the most, though⊠Not that I donât like it here, I love it! I just miss my father and brother, thatâs all.â
Giyu Tomioka
Staying true to his nature, Giyu would be silent and awkward in this new space. Heâs scared of offending you in any way but simply taking his haori off or sitting down onto your couch since he has no idea about the manners and behaviours expected from him in this world, but at the same time doesnât bother to ask you in order to not burden you in any way. So, he quietly followed you around the house in and inspect your furniture and decorations, sometimes curiously picking something up and inspecting its function. His favourite object so far is a rubix cube he found on your desk. You caught him turn the sides, trying to understand what the point of this thing is. Does it have something on the inside? Why are the colours all scrambled up? While watching his irritation grow because of not being able to sort the colours, you suggested that Giyu can keep it and try to solve it after giving him a small briefing on what the point of the cube is. Thanking you, he kept the rubix cube on his body to play around with it whenever he has time. He is seriously invested in it and really wants to solve it in order to prove to himself that he can solve a complex puzzle and to maybe even impress you a little.
Also, you discovered that Giyu likes noise-canceling headphones, music and e-books. You often find him cuddled up together on your sofa, his face illuminated by your Ipad in his hands. You could hear the faint sounds of soft and slow music from the headphones he was wearing. He looks incredibly invested in whatever he is reading, so you snuck up on him and glanced over his shoulder, reading a couple of lines. It wasnât a fantasy story or a random novel like you thought, but Giyu was actually reading an article about the behaviour of cats. Adorable, you thought, so you left him be and went on with your day. The water hashira eyed your form as you left, sneakily switching tabs and returning to what he was actually reading: a fluffy romance novel. He looks over his shoulder twice, thrice, checking if you are still near before feeling comfortable enough to continue his reading in peace.
âCan I borrow your.. headphones? Theyâre called headphones, right? Yes, Iâd like to borrow them again. I want to use them to have more silence, you are being very loud and I wanted to read something.â
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You never bother me with your requests! They are always so fun to write for!! Also, I hope itâs okay I kind of âsimplifiedâ your requestâ I hope you enjoyed this anyway. Also, I didnât include Gyomei because I was unsure of what exactly to write for him, but I may update this tomorrow and a small scenario for him <3
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
Take care of yourselves <3
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Dcxdp prompt: where is my baby?
Dan and Dani are hurt badley, their cores are cracked/broken, Danny takes them to frostbite and offers to give them a piece of his own core so they could heal because he is their mother/original they can fully adapt to his core, with him being extremely powerful and a perfect halfa he would be able to recover eventualy.
Due to plot reasons after the surgery Danny and kids are attacked, danny is currently very weak and has an unstable space core, as a last resort he sends them to another dimension they end up transported to mha/dc, (Danny is not lucid through this )
Danny wakes up disoriented with memory loss not knowing how he got there(whether he forgets about the attack or not is up to you)and where his kids are, he is hysterical, heros think he is a villain but its just that his core is on the fritz and his distress is causing his powers to become uncontrollable
He gets calmed down and taken in by aizawa/martain manhunter(or any hero you think fits), they have lie detector detective/wonder womanâs lasso of truth to interrogate him, dannyâs talking is incomprehensible he says the date and place is wrong, he dosent know where he is or where his kids are, he gets confused about his age (like is he 14 or 19),barley remembers his name and facts about his family except his kids,
(and maybe for plot reasons he vaguely has knowledge about mha like what quirks are/heros/villains/basic history/and the like or not up to you)
But what he does know is that he has 2 kids a girl and a boy, dan either has black hair grey eyes or white hair red eyes and dani either has black hair blue eyes or white hair green eyes, that they are hurt, they are missing and that he desperately wants/needs to find them.
so i hope you like this and decide to write something because i canât write a proper fic and would really like to read your ideaâs
#dc x dp fic#dpxdc#dp x dc#dcxdp#dpxdc au#danny phantom#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc au#dp x dc fanfic#dp x mha#dp x bnha#bnha crossover#mha crossover#my hero academia x danny phantom#mom!danny#mom danny
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Within Temptation
Author: The-Black-Manor
Demon x Trans Male Priest (Pre-transition)
Warnings: Rape, unprotected sex, stolen virginity
Kinks: Demon, priest, corruption, blasphemy, oral, excessive cum, oversized cock, monster cock, bondage, belly bulge, rough sex, age difference, size difference
Terms used: Cunt, cock, balls, cervix, chest, nipples, binder, cockhead, crotch, walls, entrance
Words: 4,002
Note: If you find any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them.
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The young priest didnât arrive at the old stone church until well after dark. He was exhausted from his long journey, but there was nowhere nearby to rest, and he certainly wasnât going to rest in the church until he was certain there were no malevolent entities present. He stepped out of the cab and stretched before grabbing his luggage and kit and making his way through the crumbling, overgrown courtyard. The front door was unlocked, and he was silently grateful to the family that lived here that theyâd remembered to keep it open for him before they fled.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The foyer was dark and foreboding. Previous owners had begun renovating the church into a home years ago, but progress had been halted when strange activity began after unsealing a walled-off room in the cellar. Scaffolding, canvas, tarp, rope, and all sorts of construction equipment had been left behind when the family and crew abandoned the location. There was a large industrial light nearby, and the priest switched it on. The room was no less unsettling bathed in white light.Â
As he moved through the home in search of the dining room, dust that had since settled was kicked up once more and made the air hazy. The dining room would work well enough as a sort of âhome baseâ while he investigated the claims of demonic activity. He was no exorcist, just a young priest sent to validate the claims. If he found evidence of activity, he would send for an exorcist. For now, though, all he had was himself, his bible, his crucifix, and his faith.
After he got himself settled, he descended to the cellar, to the newly-excavated room the family claims is a âdoor to hellâ. He scoffed and shook his head. Not likely. A gas leak, perhaps, which is why he had a mask and detector with him. But the detector stayed silent, and when he felt comfortable enough to take his mask off, the air was clean, if a bit stale. He worked his way through the house slowly, paying great attention to each room, making mental notes if anything seemed âoffâ.Â
The only thing he found unusual was that nothing seemed unusual. He shook his head. This was a waste of time. Still, he had a job to do, and he was going to see it through to the end. He kept going. The church was huge, more a castle than anything, and he eventually found his way upstairs to the bedrooms. The doors were all closed, except for one at the very end of the hall.
If there was ever a place to start up here, he supposed that was it. The dusty old runner beneath his feet muffled his footsteps, and he peered into the room as he approached. It was dark inside, but he could make out the silhouette of a bed with a canopy. He hesitated for only the briefest moment before stepping over the threshold and into the master bedroom. The windows either side of the bed were open just a crack, letting in a crisp, fresh night breeze that sent the linen curtains fluttering and rays of silver moonlight that provided just enough light to see by.
This room was different from the rest. There was no dust on the plush red duvet, no cracks in the stone walls or gunk on the windows. No tattered rugs or moth-eaten curtains. Whereas the rest of the church was obviously abandoned, this room looked well cared for. Lived in.
The door closed behind him and the lock fastened with a âclickâ. He whirled around, and his blood ran cold as his tired gaze met the glowing purple eyes of an undulating shadow. He took a step back. At points, the figure looked almost human, and then its silhouette dissolved and melded with the shadows around it, moving like ink in water. It was both tangible and intangible, solid and smoke, man and monster.
Its eyes flickered like flame, and it glared at him, and then he thought he saw, for only the briefest moment, the hint of a sharp-toothed smile.Â
âHello, priest,â the entity greeted him.Â
Its voice was deep and seemed to burrow into his chest and reverberate around in his rib cage. The priest gripped the crucifix around his neck and lifted it, wielding it like a shield against the darkness. The entity laughed, low and menacing. And then it was gone. Or so the priest thought. He gasped and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt arms snake around him from behind. The demon pulled him close, pressing its chest against his back, and ran its shadowy clawed hands all over the priestâs chest and stomach.Â
âRelease me!â the priest insisted, writhing in its vice-like grip.Â
âCute,â it cooed, its breath hot on the shell of his ear. âYou think you have authority hereâŠâ
âIn the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to- mmph!â
The demon forced two thick fingers into his mouth, silencing him.
âHush now,â it breathed as its free hand slid down his stomach to his crotch.Â
It grabbed him hard and pulled him back into its bulge. He could feel it hardening against his ass.Â
It let out a sound then that was somewhere between a purr and a growl. âWhatâs this?â it asked as it felt between his legs. âNo cock? Does the church know about this?â it chuckled. âNo, I think not. They wouldnât let you be a priest if they did.âÂ
He held his crucifix so tight that the edges of the cross dug into the soft flesh of his palm. He repeated all the prayers he knew in his head, over and over. He wasnât afraid, but he couldnât speak with the fiendâs fingers pressing down on his tongue, so he couldnât fend it off. All he could do was pray. Its claws dug into the flesh of his inner thigh, and then he was in the air. He landed hard on the bed, and the breath was knocked from his lungs. He propped himself up on his elbows, ready to run, and saw the demon approaching slowly, a predator stalking its prey. This was the most tangible it had been. It looked like a man, around six feet tall, with a slim body and long hair that flowed like smoke. He could make out no facial features except for those gleaming eyes, eyes that burned into his very soul and held him in place, like a deer in the headlights.Â
The demon leaned forward to match his level, its face only millimeters from his. It breathed in deep, taking in his scent, and then a long, pointed tongue snaked out from behind sharp, wet teeth to lick a line up his cheek.
âDelicious,â it purred.Â
It rested its hand on his chest, over his racing heart, and shoved him onto his back. Claws dug into his flesh as it tore at his vestments and binder and peeled them away. He snapped out of his fear-frozen state, and brought a leg up to try and kick the monster away. Something wrapped around his ankle, then his thigh, then his other leg, his wrists, his biceps. Inky tentacles held him down and spread him open, leaving him bare before the evil he faced.Â
âWhat do you want with me?â he growled, though he was sure he already knew the answer.
âI want your body,â it responded simply, then ran its tongue over its lips. âAnd it is a beautiful body⊠Seems a shame to have such stunning assets and not put them to any use.â
He had to get out of here.. He sneered at the demon and began a prayer, voice rising in an attempt to drown out its booming laugh. It didnât care for his prayers, his faith, his god. It crawled on top of him, and he expected its body to be as hot as the fiery pits that spat it out, but it was icy cold and sent a chill down his spine. His prayer was cut short as the creature forced that long tongue into his mouth and entangled it with his own. He writhed beneath it, trying to free himself from the tentaclesâ grasp and the slimy intrusion. One of its teeth nicked his lip, and he tasted blood. The demon must have tasted it too, because another purr-growl rumbled through its chest.
It pulled its tongue from his mouth and licked up the side of his neck while the priest spat, trying to rid himself of its taste. And then its lips replaced its tongue, peppering kisses along his jaw, down his neck, across his collarbone. Its hands touched and grabbed and massaged every inch of him that it could reach, paying special attention to his chest, where it groped the soft mounds and pinched his nipples, rolling them between clawed fingers. Despite his best efforts, the demonâs ministrations were affecting him, and he keened, back arching, when the demon replaced its fingers with soft lips and sucked a sensitive bud into its mouth.
He choked back a moan as fire ignited in his belly. He could feel some sort of wetness leaking from his cunt and pooling on the bed beneath him, but he couldnât close his legs or reach down to feel. Just then, he felt something hard knock against his cock, and he cried out as electricity shot up his spine. He thought it must have been the demonâs knee, but when he managed to lift his head to look down, the demon was straddling him, its knees on either side of his hips.
âNoâŠâ he whimpered, and his head fell back against the mattress.Â
When it said it wanted his body, he assumed it meant possession, notâŠ
âGet off of me!â he shouted, struggling with renewed vigor.
The demon didnât reply, but it released his nipple with a âpopâ, and traveled down his belly, kissing and licking every inch of the soft flesh there and on his hips as he made his way lower. The priest squirmed, trying to kick away the tentacles so that he could close his legs, but they only pulled them wider apart. Finally, the demon buried its face in his cunt and inhaled deeply. It flicked his cock with its wicked tongue, and then pressed the strong muscle flat against it. It massaged him expertly, and as his back arched and his hips bucked involuntarily, another tentacle wrapped itself around his midsection to hold him down.
âS-stopâŠâ he panted.Â
âKeep praying to your absent father,â the demon mocked. âIâm sure heâll come to your rescue.â
His cock throbbed, his cunt clenched, his body ached for more.
âDonât⊠ahh-â
The tip of its tongue prodded at his entrance, gauging resistance.
âA virgin?â it purred. âI couldnât have asked for the church to send me a better gift.â
Fighting back was useless, so the priest closed his eyes tight and started up another prayer.
âThatâs it,â the demon cooed. âWhat a good boy. So obedient.â
He cursed the creature silently and continued his prayer while it pushed the tip of its tongue just past his entrance. He groaned and balled his hands into fists. Its tongue was far bigger than a humanâs, and heâd never had anything inside of him before. The stretch burned, but there was pleasure there as well, and he hated his body for reacting the way it was.Â
It thrust its tongue in and out, in and out, and then buried it deeper. He cried out at the sharp pain, and then stumbled over his prayer as it hit something inside of him - a sensitive spot that sent pleasure shooting up his spine. Its tongue delved deeper, opening his cunt, curling and uncurling, thrusting, massaging, and pressing again and again and again against that spot.Â
âSto-opâŠâ he tried to beg, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.Â
Its tongue suddenly retreated until only the tip was inside, and it used the meatiest part to press hard against his cock.Â
âAh!â he cried out in surprise as another shock of pleasure flooded his senses.Â
The demon chuckled low, pleased with the reactions it was pulling out of this man of god. Its hands traveled up his sides and it took a breast in each one, kneading them in its large palms and rolling his nipples between its fingers.Â
âFuck-â he swore.
Its tongue plunged deep inside of him once more, all the way, until he could feel its lips and nose against his crotch.Â
âSuch a dirty mouth for someone so pure,â it mocked. âAnd you pray to your god with that tongue?â
âShut up,â he tried to command, but it only laughed again.
âHave you given up on your prayers, little priest? I quite liked hearing them.â
Mocking. Always mocking. It should hate his prayers, not like them. It was only driving home the fact that the priest had no power over it, no weapon against it.
âSing for me, priest.â
He clenched his jaw.
âI said, sing.â
It dug its claws into the sensitive flesh of his breasts, and he hissed in pain. He could feel warm blood pooling beneath its talons and running in rivulets down his sides.
âOur f-father, who⊠who art i-inâŠâ
âGood boy,â it praised him, purring happily.
It ran its cold hands up and down his sides, and then traced soft spirals into his hips before it removed its tongue entirely. The priest was given only a moment to breathe before it was climbing over him once more. It pressed its lips to his neck, peppering him in soft kisses while one of its hands gave his cock the same treatment it had given his nipples. His body jerked, and a moan escaped his lips. The demon nipped at his collarbone, then soothed the bite with licks. It dipped a finger inside of his cunt just as it latched onto his neck, sucking a deep bruise into his pale flesh. A second finger joined the first, and then a third, stretching him wider than its tongue had.Â
Itâs preparing me, he thought. Itâs stretching me open so it can fuck me.
And so it was. It added a final finger, opening and closing them with a scissor-like motion inside of him. And then it curled them harshly upward, pressing hard against that sensitive spot. He felt a spurt of something wet gush from his cunt around the demonâs fingers, earning a pleased rumble from its chest. It curled them again, and again, faster, harder, and the priestâs eyes rolled back in his head as he was overcome with pleasure.Â
There was a tightening in his lower belly, and he couldnât stop his hips from bucking, his walls from clenching, his back from arching. The coil tightened quickly, and he shook his head, trying to rid himself of these sensations, to no avail.
âNo, please⊠Donât!â he begged. âI canât!âÂ
He was right on the very edge. One more second, and heâd-
The demon stopped all at once, removing its fingers and its lips, and pushed away from him to stand at the foot of the bed. The priest lay there, quivering and clenching around nothing, his cunt leaking and his chest heaving.Â
âSilly boy,â the demon chuckled. âYou think Iâll let you cum around anything other than my cock?â
It slapped his cunt hard, and the priest cried out in pain. It grabbed his hips and pulled them off the edge of the bed, then settled itself between his legs. He finally got a good look at what he was dealing with. Its cock was as black as the shadows that made up its body, massive - at least the size of his forearm, with a tapered, pointed head and thick, ridged shaft, pronounced veins, and precum leaking from the tip like a faucet. Below them swung enormous balls, bigger than any heâd seen even on the horses in the stable or the bulls in the pasture.
âPleaseâŠâ he begged, his voice barely a whisper.Â
âPlease?â the demon asked. âPlease what?â
It lined up and began to prod at his entrance.Â
âPlease donât do thisâŠâ
It smiled that sharp-toothed smile.
âAh, and here I thought you were begging me to fuck you.â
He forced the head in all at once, and the priest cried out in pain.
âIt wonât fit!â he screamed, but the demon only laughed wickedly.
âIâll make it fit,â it promised, and forced another inch inside.
The pain was blinding, and he fisted handfuls of the bedding either side of him to ground himself against it.Â
âYouâre so wet, I can slide right inside,â it teased.Â
Another inch, a wider stretch. The priest saw stars every time he opened his eyes.
âYour body wants me,â it told him. âOtherwise your pelvis wouldnât be opening so readily my cock.â
He shook his head feverishly, tears streaming down his cheeks.
âYes,â it chuckled. âYour pelvis is opening up to allow me easier access, and your wet cunt slicked itself up to make pushing in easier. You want this. You want me.â
It snapped its hips forward, burying itself to the hilt in one swift motion. The priest screamed as it slammed against his cervix, but his voice seemed so far away, muffled by the ringing in his ears. It rutted into him, making itself comfortable inside of his body, the pointed tip of its cockhead nestling itself in the little dimple at the opening of his cervix. The tendril around one of his wrist loosened, and then slipped away, but before he could even think to try and throw a punch, the demon had his wrist in its hand. He was silently grateful for the relief on his shoulder as it guided his hand down, where it pressed his palm against his lower abdomen. There was a bulge there, and it moved beneath his hand as the demon rut into him.Â
His cock⊠itâs so big itâs making my stomach bulgeâŠ
He clenched involuntarily at the thought.Â
âYou like that?â it purred. âI thought you might.â
It rested its hand over his, preventing him from pulling away.
âWhy are you doing this?â the priest asked quietly.
âWhy does anyone do anything?â the demon asked in reply. âBecause I want to. Hush now,â it growled. âEnjoy it.â
But how could he enjoy anything when he was being violated so thoroughly? His body would never be the same after this. He would never be the same.
It gripped his hips tightly, but the priest didnât move his hand from the bulge. Instead, he pressed down on it, though he wasnât sure why. The demon hissed and its hips bucked forward harshly, pushing the priest upward on the bed. It pulled him back down and dug its claws into his thighs.
âIf you make yourself tighter, youâre only going to make me want to fuck you harder. Unless thatâs what you want?â it smirked.
âNo!â
He didnât know why he pressed down. He didnât mean to, his hand did it on its own⊠The demon slid almost all the way out of him, and then pushed back in smoothly. The priest let out a long, low moan. The burning stretch had since given way to a pleasant feeling of fullness, and feeling that bulge in his stomach each time the creature bottomed out was doing something to him, making him feel things he wished he wasnât feeling.Â
It pulled out again, then slid in, then out, then in, setting a slow, steady pace, fucking him with its entire length.
âSto-o-op,â he moaned, the word broken each time its cockhead hit his cervix.
âI donât think you really want me to,â it chuckled. âI think you want me to make you cum.â
âNoâŠâ he whined, even as embers ignited in his belly. âPlease, donâtâŠâ
It laughed, low and menacing as it picked up the pace, fucking him harder, faster. It pulled him back against it with each thrust, burying itself as deep as possible, bruising his virgin cervix. Wet squelching and skin slapping against skin filled the air like a song, and the priestâs little whines and moans harmonized beautifully. The embers quickly ignited into a blaze, and the spring began to tighten once more. The demonâs hands slid from his hips. One slipped between his legs to pinch and massage his hot, hard cock, while the other rested once more over the priestâs own.
He didnât see the demonâs wicked smile, so tightly his eyes were closed, but he felt its thrusts become harsher, faster, until it was fucking him like an animal, growling and panting, warm drool dripping off of its lolling tongue and onto his belly. It pressed down hard on the bulge. The priest released a high-pitched whine at the added pressure, and the demon growled low.Â
âSo fucking tightâŠâ it breathed. âThereâs nothing better than an innocent little virgin stretched around my fat cock.â
âHuh- uhâŠ.â
He couldnât seem to form words anymore. His senses had narrowed until all his world consisted of was the monster violating his body and the pleasure radiating from his core.
âS..st-o-o-â
âHmm? Whatâs that?â the demon purred. âUse your words.â
âUh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.â His voice broke with each thrust.
âNo, I didnât think so,â it grinned and slammed into him like a jackhammer.
The priest tried to arch his back, but the demonâs hand held him down, and that somehow only made the pleasure more intense.Â
âNo⊠no, no, no,â he cried with each thrust as he rocketed toward the edge. âNo, please!â
He came hard. His entire body tensed and curled in on itself, his cunt clenched and unclenched around the demonâs member, and he threw his head back and cried out. His eyes rolled back, his tongue lolled out, and his breath caught in his chest. The demon plowed deep, pushed itself in as far as possible, and then stilled as a feral growl rumbled in its throat. He could feel its cock throbbing, feel its heavy balls clenching against his ass as it released inside of him. Its seed was hot, and it flooded his cunt like a waterfall. It painted his walls white and leaked out past the demonâs ridged length to run in rivulets down his ass and pool beneath him, mixing with the slick that had gushed out of him earlier.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and grief, and it was all he could do to choke back his sobs in between gasping for air. He came down from his high much sooner than the demon did. It seemed like an eternity before the flood of cum finally stopped. It rubbed his belly softly over his uterus, thrust gently another couple of times, and then was gone.
The tendrils unwound themselves from around his body, the shadows retreated back into the far corners of the room, and the priest was left alone, a trembling, cum-soaked mess. His joints were sore from the unpleasant position heâd been trapped in for⊠how long had it been? He pushed himself off of the bed and unsteadily to his feet. It was only as a sliver of sunlight through the curtains lit upon his pale face that he realized it was dawn.Â
Hours. That creature had violated him for hours. He wiped his tears and used the tattered remains of his vestments to clean himself up before descending the stairs back to the dining room. He got dressed and threw his things together as quickly as he could, then all but sprinted for the door. It slammed behind him of its own accord, but he didnât look back. He couldnât.Â
All he could do was run and hope that whatever dark entity lived within that old stone church decided not to follow him home.
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