#don't ask why this monster of a man is half-naked

[devilrevenant]

gijinka!godzilla aka grp!godzilla sketches that i'm way too lazy to post daily

every drawing i have made with this humanized version of goji as part of an au i'm currently posting through vignettes in AO3 (it's in spanish, sorry!)

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[yellowbunnydreams]

Do you need some Vitamin D? (Incubus! William x Oblivious! F! Reader) [Part 9]

~I'm sorry reader - but know that tomorrow is another day~

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@ruh--roh-raggy @xp-doggy @redbunny03 @marigold-petalz @seviliet @astinkerofarat @iamnotwiddle @imtiredshow

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Fluff, age gap (Reader 20's - William Afton 40's(?)), teratophilia, meet-cute, punny pick-up lines, scenes of working out, minor porn-logic, ditzy! reader, could be classed as bimbo! reader?, size-difference, flirting, monster-lover, sexual innuendos, Monster! AU. Angst

William Afton had successfully kept you away from your apartment for another week, and as he placed the last of the boxes from his car down into the empty space, he wondered how he was supposed to let you go and live your life without waking up in the same house every day.

He thought of every day he made you laugh, how sweet it had sounded, how he had for the first time in many years relished the sound and felt like he was able to relax around somebody that wasn't 'in' on his secret. How good it had felt to thump and twitch and do his silly little bounce that he couldn't quite control when he was excited. He'd cared for you, he'd tried every pick-up line over the past week, trying to play, perhaps a little selfishly, on that hormonal change to potentially forge a connection between the two of you that didn't feel like he was left staring at where you were and wondering if he was getting too old for that shit.

'Are your parents bakers? Because you're a cutie-pie.'

'Are you made of copper and terillium, because you're CuTe!'

'You must have been speeding, because you've got fine written all over you.'

'Do you have a map? Because I'm lost in your eyes.'

'You know, you're so small against me even when I'm human. It's okay, I can give you some extra inches.'

But you hadn't batted an eyelid, even at his latest, more lewd attempt. You were infuriating, but William had felt himself growing more and more dejected with each rejection.

Just as you had grown more dejected each time William had rejected you.

You hadn't quite given up yet, Valentines Day was approaching and you had thought about coming out with it and asking him, but you thought that was too direct and didn't follow your plan that you had laid out with Claire. William had received a picture of you cuddling the Spring-Bonnie plush in the room just down from his, you'd even captioned it 'Not as good as the real rabbit'. The text you'd received back was enough to make you sigh loudly enough that William followed up with 'Are you okay?'.

'Yeah, rabbits are pretty cuddly and soft.'

You had been texting Claire when you had the chance, wanting to know that you weren't going crazy when you touched William's arm and smiled up at him, texted him flirtatiously, even tried to make him breakfast one day, much to his delight and then horror as you burnt one of his pans. She was running out of ideas too, and you couldn't help but feel like you were coming to your last resort.

You were going to have to ask William Afton out directly.

But as you turned and looked into his softly smiling face, any bravado you had faded away and left your mouth dry. At least you might get some perspective from your slightly odd landlord, Dave, when he appeared to welcome you into your apartment.

"Well hello sugar, you didn't tell me you were having guests over so soon."

That raspy voice that set you on edge made you look past William and give a polite smile, seeing the lanky, gaunt man leaning against your doorframe. His dark circles looked more bruise like in the low light, and he was wearing an oversized, threadbare sweater than seemed slightly out of place compared to the black slacks he seemed to always wear. Aside from being half-naked the last time you saw him.

"Hi Dave, why don't you come o-"

"Bunny, I wouldn't do that." William growled, making you blink as you had never heard your boss acting like that. The low rumble in the back of his chest made the hair on the back of your neck stand up slightly as Dave simply cocked up head and raised an eyebrow.

"William, what's going on?" You asked, not receiving an answer as the tall, broad man fixed his eyes firmly on the man in front of you both. Blinking as you realised William's eyes were purple and had become slit-pupiled, making you tug at his rolled up shirt sleeve slightly. "Will, your...eyes..."

"My my, you didn't disclose that she knew William. I thought that you said she didn't." Something about the coolness in Dave's voice made your stomach turn uneasily, the two men staring at each other like animals sizing each other up for a fight. But you kept your hand on William's arm and slowly stroked over it to soothe him, practically feeling the reverb coming from his continuous growl that slowly ebbed.

"That was then."

"And this is now. You know, me not coming in is just a courtesy right? You should really introduce her to checking contracts for any...hidden...clauses."

"You wrote yourself entry?"

"Relax, nothing has been signed, has it, sugar?" Dave's darting gaze fixed on you, tilting his head to one side as he gave you that same crooked smile that he had when you first met.

"You're a monster too?" You asked him, watching him shrug and smile lazily as he reached up and tousled his greasy hair before gesturing to himself with one bony hand.

"You're looking at a top class predator, apex if you will. I, sugar, am a vampire." You blinked, the pieces slotting together in your head from years of having to cover literature and then finding out that monsters really did exist. Both of your bosses were different ones, and now your landlord too? And they knew each other? You vaguely recalled that William had said that monsters liked to band together in communities, so you guessed that you were going to be seeing a few more around since there was a monster friendly building in Hurricane.

"Ah, cool."

Dave blinked, his smirk disappearing as he gestured to himself again. His brow slightly furrowed.

"Cool? Did...Did you not hear me? I said, 'I'm a vampire'."

"No, I heard you the first time." Shrugging your shoulders before looking up at William, who was pursing his lips and running his hand over his beard like he was trying desperately not to laugh at the scene before him.

"Are you not...afraid...compelled by my charm and good wit?"

"I mean...I can pretend to be shocked if you want?" You offered innocently, and William couldn't take it any more as he burst into laughter, startling more than Dave's revelation. Smiling broadly up at the incubus as he clutched onto his stomach and leaned against the wall whilst he wheezed, the deep rumbling laugh making your heart throb and ache that you were running out of chances to hear that whenever you wanted.

"Are you even going to be phased if I come around, drinking blood?" He asked, scowling at William, his eyes darting around once more in behaviour that made a lot more sense now that you had context. Shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders again, much to Dave's disappointment. "Fine, alright, I give up. Sugar, you should have all your keys now, apart from the emergency one I have. Give me a call if you need any utilities hooking up, you'll have to invite me in, but you can rescind the invite any time."

You looked at William, who was just recovering from his laughter as he wiped away tears from his eyes, giving you a broad smile and ruffling your hair in that affectionate way that he always seemed to. You remembered what he said about incubi liking touch, which was why so much of your flirting had involved touching his arms and his back. Smiling down at you as he leaned down and bumped his head into yours softly, feeling his stubble scratch against your forehead slightly as he stroked your arms too.

"And here I was, worried that you wouldn't know how to deal with that asshole." You raised an eyebrow at his statement, moving your head slightly so that you could get a better look at Afton's greying hair and now silvery eyes.

"You knew Dave was a vampire?"

"I knew he was picking up property in the area, I just didn't know he would be your landlord." It was only a minor lie on his part, William knew that Dave was there all along, he would never mention the mild stalking Dave had previously done outside of William's house because of his curiosity about you. But, knowing that you now knew, and that you seemed to be aware of how to handle him, William felt less guilty about leaving you in the vampire's watch.

At least, he hoped you would be able to find somebody as happy as you made him.

"So what did he say to that text?"

"He said 'You're sweet, but I don't need any sugar for my coffee.'" You sighed and placed your head back against the exterior wall, eyes closed as you tried to soak in the cool air. Claire and yourself were on lunch break again, and you were discussing your latest attempts at flirting with your boss, trying to get him to notice you. Or at least, notice you how you noticed him.

Claire stared out across the back of the lot as she thought, wondering what on Earth she was going to do with you, and honestly, what she was going to do to Afton if she got a hold of him. She was too short to shake him by the shoulders, but she was semi-convinced she might convince Henry Emily to join in on it all if she talked to him. But then again, Henry Emily and William Afton had been friends for more years than Freddy's had been around, and Claire wasn't convinced that he would do anything other than scold the pair of you.

"You know...you should try one more time." She eventually said, looking at you from the corner of her eye and making you glance over at her. Hearing the sound of car doors opening and closing towards the front of the lot as you could both vaguely hear the sound of the music playing from the speakers and animatronics through the doors as they opened and closed with each patron coming and going.

"And say what, exactly?"

"Ask him how he'd like to be asked out."

You sat up, looking at your friend with sceptically raised eyebrow.

"You're not serious?"

"Deadly. Look, who else would know better how William Afton wants to be asked out, than William Afton himself?" She proposed, turning to you and making you think over it as she crossed her arms across her chest. She wasn't wrong, you realised with a slight sigh. He would know how he wanted to be flirted with and asked out best of all.

"I hate that you're right."

"Of course I'm right! Look, it's fool-proof and if he doesn't take you up on it, he's stupid as hell. I know a bunch of ladies who'd love to date you if you're into that kinda thing." Wriggling her eyebrows and you smacked her arm playfully, grinning at her as she mocked a pout and rubbed her arm where you had caught her. "Seriously! He's a fool."

"He's still our boss." You pointed out, chewing your lip as Claire shrugged her shoulders.

"So you have to get a job at Sparky's. Or you pretend like nothing ever happened and I'll get you a little bell to ring and Pavlov your ass out of this crush."

"Can you even do that?"

"Oh yeah, legally it's a bit grey, but technically you can do anything like that." You realised that you associated cherry candies with William already, how he always had a handful of them in his pocket ready to go and always seemed to be sucking or crunching on one as he walked around Freddy's when he wasn't in the parts and services room out the back.

"Fine, I'll ask him. But I'm not going to get my hopes up." Sighing as Claire wrapped you up in a hug and squeezed tightly, making you squeeze back before she clapped you on the shoulders and grinned at you broadly.

"Faz-fucking-tastic! Let's go!"

It was going to be a long day, you could already tell.

You paced around your new bedroom floor. feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you glanced at your phone, sat innocently on the bed-spread next to your Spring-Bonnie plushie that William had given you. Chewing over your lip and trying not to bite at your nails as you wondered if you were really going to go through with it.

Asking your boss out, that was.

It was just a text, he trusted you to see him as a giant rabbit man, hell, he'd brought you period products and spooned you with cartoons on to make you feel better about the whole thing. He'd been the one who offered for you to stay at his home despite the fact it could have been dangerous for him because you needed it.

You could send a damn text.

'Hey William, are you still up?'

Your fingers shook slightly as you sent the text, glancing at the clock on your bedside table and realising it was nearly eleven o'clock at night. Would he even be up at that time? The notification sound of your phone going off making you snatch up the device again quickly.

'Half-asleep, but I sure am bunny. What's up?'

'How do you ask a guy out you like?'

William stared at his phone, bleary eyed and suddenly his attention was fully on the small mobile phone in his hand. His knuckles turning white as he gripped the sides of it. For some reason, he found it hard to swallow as something ugly flashed through him for the first time in a while.

Jealousy.

Taking a deep breath, he focused on not breaking his screen as his clawed fingers tapped away on the keyboard. Thumping his foot against his mattress unhappily as his brow furrowed, lips pursed into a fine line.

'Well, guys like it when you're blunt with them. You should just ask them.'

You took your own deep breath, steeling yourself and typing out the words that made your heart race inside your chest wildly.

'Would you like to go out with me?'

The little bubble popped up that he was typing, the quickness of it making your stomach turn slightly in nerves and anxiety as you tried to imagine how he might try to gently let you down, or the hopeful answer of 'yes', you had so many images in your head of how you would handle the answer gracefully.

'Yeah, just send that to whichever guy it is you want to ask out.'

It wasn't until your screen began to blur in small dots that you realised you were crying. Whatever you had expected, you didn't realise how much it would hurt this much to be turned down by your crush.

Locking your phone, you crawled into bed, staring blankly at the wall and feeling the tears coming thicker and faster as you realised that you needed to talk to somebody. Picking your phone back up as you cuddled Spring-Bonnie closer with one hand, shakily texting Claire to let her know how it all went.

How you thought you'd ruined your only chance with the incubunny.

[marchsfreakshow]

Gods And Monsters [Michael De Santa]

Smut; You're visiting Michael after his wife and kids move out. You're drunk though, and you want to kiss him. He wont let you do it drunk.

I truly am just, simpin for this middle aged man I swear, so, here's another fic for him.

Fem!Reader

Cover made by me

18+!! MINORS DNI. READ MY SFW WORKS

Warnings: alcohol references, Jimmy being Jimmy /j unbearble tension, PnV, teasing, praise, light choking. Crud smut writing.

Your perspective

Music blasted around me as I sat in the corner staring at my lonely phone. The iFruit was small in my hand, as the other hand held a cup of something. It was alcohol, that's all I needed. But, I was waiting for something on this phone. It was important.

Then it rang.

My desperation for a phone call made me answer it and scream "Hold on It's loud." As I ran outside, I heard Jimmy on the other end. "Jimmy. Dude. What?"

"Sorry if you're busy man, I'm just letting you know that I moved out of my dad's place with my mom and Tracey."

"Her choice or his?"

"uhhh, hers. I kinda did something."

In my tipsy stupor, I just giggled and stumbled as I carried on down the street. Not sure which way I was going, unfortunately, as I kept listening to Jimmy tell the tale of Michael going across a line. "Sooo, he's alone?"

"It's 1 am. Don't be weird." He sighed. "Listen, just come by soon okay dude? I have some games I want to show you."

"Fineee. Byeee!" The walk went quickly despite my tipsy state.

Michael's 'mansion' engaged my vision soon enough. A mansion? It looks like a normal richy house. Not like I know what that looks like. But I knocked on the door, multiple times, and loudly. "Michaelll!! I heard your wife moved out. I'm here to talk!"

Grumbles entered my ears and the glassy doors opened. "Y/N. It is...1 fucking am. What the fuck?" I giggled at the sight of him. He was in his boxers, some socks, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see me properly. Cute old man. "Just, just come in.." He muttered as I walked in and closed the door behind me. The interior was still warm, beige...but warm and cosy for certain. I slouched onto the couch, throwing the blanket over me.

"Jimmy called me. Told me he, Amanda and Tracey moved out."

"he fucking told you?!"

I simply nodded.

"idiot." He kept on mumbling and then sat next to me. Still in his boxers. It was, charming to me. Being so comfortable with me he happily walked around half naked. The man looked in my direction when he stopped himself, sighing at me. "Do you need something?"

"Therapy."

"This whole fucking city does."

I giggled and sat up, looking over at him. "Michael?" He fixated on my eyes and looked like he was stopping himself from touching me. His hand lingered by the side of my face. But he pulled himself away and walked into the kitchen.

Disappointed, I followed him and threw my arms onto the tabletop. It was decently dark and cold. I wasn't sure why it was cold when I walked through a doorway, but it was. "Here. Drink it." I stared at the green, sludge-like drink in front of me. He almost stared me down as I made a face. I couldn't tell anything else about the drink that was placed by me, apart from the fact it was green. I knew it was. Amanda loved health and yoga and all that bullshit.

"Y/N. Drink."

"whyyy?" I asked innocently, grinning at him.

"You're at my door at 1 am. And you smell like whiskey. I can tell."

"is that so bad?"

"I can also tell what you want." His fingers gripped onto my chin, almost pulling me up to his eye level. His other hand held my waist since there was nowhere else to hold and not be weird. "But you know I'm not doing anything. Not while you're in this state anyway."

I felt so weak when he held me, even if it was a way to get me to drink something...His eyes held me captive. Again, I couldn't find anywhere else to look. There was just something there. We must have stayed like that for a while, one of my hands wrapped around his waist, and the other resting on the island in the kitchen. Our eye contact was intense, and my hesitation to drink the sludge disappeared when Michael let go of me.

Once I was let go, I looked at the drink, before screwing my eyes shut and gluping down the grainy drink. The texture was awful, and the taste was worse. But I got it down anyway. "Bleh.." I muttered, shaking my head quickly once I had downed the green drink.

"Good girl."

"What?"

"Good. Girl." He enunciated. 

My back against some type of wall, pillar whatever. His hands held me close. My arms around his shoulders for support. My powerless body sank below his. Who was going to break this tension and kiss who? I wanted to kiss him, make him know love. Show him love like none other. My eyes never looked away from his. They were locked, and staring at him. I almost felt like I was going to fall to my knees. "Sober yet angel?"

"I might just be..." We whispered to each other.

Hands suddenly moved, gripping hair, holding faces, unable to find another place to rest as we kissed. If Amanda walked in, I'd be pleased. I was kissing his neck, nibbling and licking at little spots so people could ask who they were from. "Couch, now.." Michael breathlessly mentioned, holding my face. Like a moth to a flame, I obeyed. I laid down before he picked me up, and sat me on his lap. We caught our breaths before my shirt was tugged off, and my trousers came off uncomfortably, but we were both there, kissing gentle spots on each other's bodies.

A flame doesn't usually grind and jerk up at the moth's movements and grips, but I could feel his hard-on and took advantage of the way it was hidden by his boxers. We kept going and Michael wriggled a bit, panting like a dog. His eyes flickered between mine and his bulge, he was deciding where to put his cock first. "Baby... fuck." The man moaned, resting his head on my shoulder. I took the opportunity and slipped his dick out of the boxers. His fingers held the small of my back, breathing heavily. A smooth hand movement started. I moved my hand up and down while the man I was jerking off couldn't even look at me.

Time passed. I had gone from just touching him with my hand, to making sure every inch of his dick had pre-cum and saliva over it. I glanced up at Michael. His head thrown back onto the couch, and still panting like a desperate dog. Seemed he had to edge himself from me touching his cock. The way he looked turned me on more, and he only slightly looked down when he realised I had stopped. "You're so cute, Mikey."

"Shut up..."

A grin made its way onto my face, and I eventually climbed back up onto his lap. "Mm, you're so cute. Whining and panting and moaning. All from me touching and sucking your cock."

"Feelin'...cocky huh?"

"What if I was?"

By this point, we were both breathing heavily. I was grinding on him again, close to fucking him and making him lose his mind. "I'm gonna make you lose your fuckin mind darlin'. "

He held me tight, and almost threw me onto the other side of the couch. My mind was blown at his sudden dominance, I couldn't say anything but stare wide-eyed at the man on top of me. His hand was lightly around my throat, my arms by my side. Anyone would call this cock-teasing because of how badly we both needed this. "Please, Michael. Please." Michael raised an eyebrow and smiled. He found me and had me in his little net for him to play with and stare at.

While I did feel like I was losing my mind, the waiting was unbearable. The cock tease. My doe-eyed stare turned into a dark, attempted seducing look. All Michael needed was a look, and he was fucking me. No holding back.

Fast.

Hard.

What I wanted. But, for a 50-something, I was so surprised in between my moans of how much stamina he had. Michael's promise rang true quickly. I felt brainless. My eyes were at the back of my head, hands gripping hard at the sofa, about to rip the corner of it. My moans, practically scream. "So... much, for cocky hm?" The man on top of me breathed. All I could muster was a nod as he slowed down a bit.

"Is my angel okay?"

"fuck..fuck yes, please.." I was brainless and breathless. Any confidence I had, shot out of me in a second. A chuckle escaped him, and we were back into it. He held every part of me that he was able to. I moaned his name, he occasionally moaned mine. I felt like I was going to come right there and then.

Michael turned me over, grabbed me again and made me stand up for a second before I was on top of him. Eyes stared me down as I rode him. His cock almost hit my cervix every time he thrusted up and I went down.

Slowing down.

Bruises left on my waist.

Panting.

Michael was close, and on my own, I felt like I had cummed more than twice. This man was intoxicating. His hands holding me, his look, the darkness of the sitting room adding to the ambience. "shit, Baby," I knew what he wanted.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. My face was in his neck, and I slammed myself down over and over. I rode him like I had never done it before. This time, I was drunk on his moans and whines. He whined like a sick puppy. He needed every part of me at the same time. He needed me, I needed him. The moth and flame almost mix together because of how badly they want each other.

How long had Michael been keeping this neediness in?

For too long.

We held each tight before I got off his cock, just as he came over himself. His stomach and chest had translucent cum over it.

Thinking quickly, I grabbed the blanket on the floor and gave it to him. The panting man took the hint and cleaned himself up, looking at me as I sat on the other side of the couch, just as naked as he was. "That was...nice I guess."

"you guess?" I remarked, as I picked up the blanket and cleaned myself wherever I needed to.

"What else am I supposed to say?"

"Thanks for the fuck baby, I really liked it and I don't feel so lonely anymore, wanna sleep here tonight? I'll sleep on the couch." I grinned teasingly. He rolled his eyes, but he smirked and handed me my trousers.

"Well, the first part is true at least," Michael mentioned when I got up. He gently wrapped his arms around my hips, placing a kiss on my cheek. "I will let you sleep here though."

"If I get your bed."

"fuck you."

"you just did." 

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[melanincholysworld]

Lucci x Reader

Leopard's Prey

(Nothing too extreme. Just some slight furry and monster fucking) I'm sorry this is so long. (Like his dick ⬇️ 🤪)

Lucci had you sit on the bed. You were so nervous. What kind of things was he into? Choking? Slapping? Degradation? It made you so afraid. Lucci noticed how nervous you were. He had Hattori fly out of the room for some private time. He sat next to you, stroking your cheek. "_____", he said. You jumped, "y-yes?" He smiled, reassuring. "I understand that you're afraid. But you don't have to be scared of me. While I am a violent man, I am perfectly capable of being a gentle lover." He kissed your cheek while at the same time pushing you onto the bed. Lucci took off his shirt. He had such a nice body. The sight of him like this made your pussy quiver. The dress you on was taken off by him, followed by your bra. "Lucci...please don't stare at me like that." "Why? Are you embarrassed? Being half naked in my bed?"

He plays with your breasts. "So soft." He says massaging them with his massive hands. You shivering at his touch. He suddenly stops. Lucci takes off your panties, he pulled you down towards to center of the bed. He crawled so that your face was now right next to his crotch. Lucci pressed your face against the tent in his pants. He was hard. Lucci undid his pants and his cock flopped out, "open your mouth". He said. "But I've never-" "____." Lucci said sternly. "Love making is when both partners desires are met." That's all he said before putting his cock in between your lips. The taste of his cock is something like you couldn't describe. It wasn't bad but it was new. You moved your tongue around as best you could. Lucci moaned "good". What you can't fit in your mouth, he has your rub with your hand. Lucci used his fingers on pussy, rubbing your clit. You pull away to speak, "Lucci I-" He doesn't give you the chance to speak, instead forcing his cock back into your mouth. "Shh." You started twisting and arching from his touch. Lucci then positioned himself over you, bending down to eat your pussy while fucking your mouth. This new position sent his cock deeper your mouth, hitting your throat. He pausing to give you a chance to breathe through your nose.  Once you were ready, he continued. Eventually, Lucci flipped over, leaving you on top and him on the bottom. You were about to cum. You knew it and he knew it. You tried to pull yourself off of him cause you've never cum before but Lucci held you in place and swirl his tongue around inside you. At the same time, he exploded his load into your mouth. "It's warm and thick. This taste...it's so..." "Swallow it." Lucci said pulling his mouth off you. "Swallow. Or I won't let you finish. You know you want to." You closed your eyes, pulling off his cock, mouth full of cum. You took a deep breath before swallowing. You could it going down your throat. So warm and salty. Impressed by your obedience, Lucci put his mouth back on you. Dragging the tip of tongue from your clit to your hole. You started shaking and came. The release that washed over you was unreal.

Lucci pushed you off him as gently as possible but you still fell on the floor beside the bed. In an instant, Lucci walked over, grabbed you by your chin, forcing you on you knees. Fluids ran down your legs and dripped onto the floor. "Open your mouth." He ordered. You opened your mouth, tongue hanging out. Lucci inspecting for any traces of cum. He grabbed the bottle of whisky from the bed side table and poured some into your mouth. It burned but you managed to swallow. "Good. Now I can kiss you again." He said looking down at you. He stood up straight the whole time. Your cunt was still needy. You just didn't know how to ask him to fuck you. Lucci tossed you back on the bed before climbing on top of you again.

He held your legs and pressed the head of his cock against your cunt. Dunking the head in and out. "Please..." You cried out. Lucci snickered. "You're begging during your first time?" You replied how you couldn't help it, that you've never felt this way before. That's when you got embarrassed and looked away from him.  "Darling, you don't need to be so modest. I'm not shaming you." Lucci said, before kissing you softly. "Just relax." He inched into you. It hurt a lot less than you thought it would. Your pussy squeezed out of reflex but soon relaxed and pulsed. Lucci moaned "Fuck...". You felt so good he had to move. The sounds of him stirring around in your love juices with his cock, his hips kissing yours, he grunts and moans made you so wet. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you squealed in delight. Lucci smiled at your reaction. Seeing you completely entranced by him excited him more. That same feeling as before came back. You were about to cum again. Lucci stopped moving and told you to fuck him back. You moved against him all on your own. Twisting to hit the spot, you tightened on his cock again, earning yourself a tiny bit of cum from him.

You were almost gone. But Lucci was nowhere close to done. He was 8 times stronger than what was considered superhuman. His endurance was out of this world. He was going to fuck you until you were numb. Lucci got off the bed, dragging you along with him. He bent over to pick you up. And you wrap your arms around him while he held you by your thighs. He let go of one of your thighs to use his hand to angle his cock back into you. It went in much easier this time and you immediately started to fuck him. Lucci grabbed your ass with both hands. This new position sent you over the edge. He thrusted into you with renewed passion. A mixture of cum and fuck juice pooled in small puddle at his feet. "You seem to be adjusting well. Let's make this more interesting." You nodded, wondering what he was thinking of. That's when you noticed fur appearing in his skin, muscles growing, teething sharpening. He using his devil fruit powers. He got bigger down there too. The walls stretched even more. You let out a cry. He didn't change into his full man beast form, he used paper arts to make himself slimmer. Your mouth was agape with the occasional aching squeak coming out. Lucci had started to regret this choice. It was too much, taking into account this was still your first time. He was about to pull out until you objected. "Don't....don't change back...I can take it....turn me around." Lucci listened. He pull you off, turning you so that you were facing away from him. He slowly lowered you halfway onto his cock. He held your legs open, waiting before moving again. "It's so big, it hits deeper. I'll probably be sore tomorrow but...." Your eyes rolled in your head. "I still have one more orgasm left in me." Lucci resumed fucking you again. He knew better than to push himself any deeper and this new angle gave more stimulation to the head of cock which he was more than OK with. "Are you gonna cum again?" "Do you want me to? You know what could happen." "I know. Do it. Cum. Do it in the deepest part of my pussy." You pleaded.

Lucci started picking up the pace again. You squeezed his cock with your cunt. Desperately wanting one more load of his cum with your orgasm. Lucci wrapped his tail around your waist, holding you up and put of his now free hands to use. One rubbing your clit and the other on dragging a sharp nail down your back. A cut just deep enough to draw blood. You felt so good you didn't even notice. Lucci finally hit that point again. His cock slammed into three more times, each time spilling more hot cum into you. You were finished, that combined with your final orgasm, squirting all on the floor, left you breathless. Lucci pulled his hands away along with his cock. Holding you up solely with his tail. A fountain of cum sprang out from your pussy. Lucci grinned seeing you so broken. He knew he was responsible for this.

He tossed you on the bed. You were face down, head spinning, ears ringing, but at the same time, you never felt so good. Lucci could've gone more rounds, but he knew you were finished. He'd have to search far and wide to find a woman who could keep up with him. But you were all he needed. Shrinking back down, he sat on the bed. Resting his hand on the back of your head, rubbing your hair. Hattori flew back in and landed on his perch. "Is she gonna be ok?" He asked, looking at you slightly concerned. "She'll be fine." Lucci responded, smiling at you. You slept well that night and woke up to find him gone, but that wasn't too unexpected. You were sore down there, and your throat was dry. Reaching over and grabbing a glass of water off the nightstand, downing it in five seconds. You fell back on the bed. You are definitely taking the day off.

[niabang]

Only Me and You

Continuation of The Summer it Came True

Previous Chapter

Chapter 6

Pairing: Bangchan × black female reader named Kel

Word Count: 2984

Hi guys!!! Merry Christmas to you all and thank you for reading ilysm ♡. Posted a long chapter as a Christmas gift! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclamer: this chapter contains some soft dom × bratty sub dynamics and some really steamy kissing!

More under the cut!

You woke up the next morning on the floor just beside your bed. You made your way to the bathroom to pee and just brushed your teeth at once.

The pain was finally gone, thank goodness, and you were so hungry you could eat a whole cow. You washed your face, changed your pad and made your way back to your bed, and began to scroll on your phone.

You checked your messages, and you instantly felt bad.

Mines 🤎

Babe, are you okay?

I don't know why you locked me out, but please take care of yourself.

If you need anything, I'm right across the hallway

               1:38 am

Gosh, you were so mean to him for no reason yesterday. Well, not for no reason, but still. He just wanted to make sure you were doing fine, and you just yelled at him and locked him out, then proceeded to refuse his multiple appeals to be let back in.

You decided you were going to make it up to him somehow. You unlocked your door as quietly as you could and tiptoed to his bedroom to "surprise" him but when you opened the door he wasn't there so you made your way downstairs quietly and there he was in the main living room sitting on a couch watching tv.

You crept up behind him and put your hands over his eyes, being careful not to poke him with your nails. You had to get them done, actually.

You forgot how strong your boyfriend was as you didn't realise it when he stretched his hands backwards and somehow flipped you onto his lap. It happened so fast it gave you whiplash.

"Hi." You said smiling at your beautiful man. He always looked so good in the morning it was insane. His fluffy, curly hair was the best part, and you used your hands to move it out of his face a bit.

You looked down a bit and realised that he was shirtless. Bare. Exposed. Half naked. Whatever you wanted to call it. His pecks and abs were on full display close up. You wanted to trace every inch of his skin, feel every ridge with your fingers and maybe your tongue, but no one asked, and you probably shouldn't have thought that.

"My face is up here, Kel." Chan's voice snapped you out of thought. Shit were you staring that long for him to notice?

You snapped your head up at him, and your mouth couldn't even move for you to even try to explain yourself, but luckily for you, your boyfriend was being quite the chatterbox today.

"I mean, you don't have to stop looking if you don't want to. I'm yours." What in the world even prompted him to say that?

"Are you doing drugs, Chan?" You asked, putting the back of your hand on his forehead.

"No, I'm just happy my beautiful girl is back, and the evil monster from yesterday is gone." He said through a smile and pulled closer to him. You gave him a deadpan look and rolled your eyes to show that you were not amused.

"Oh no, she's back." He said, feigning fear in his voice.

You put your arms around his neck and then rest your head on his shoulder.

"You're so silly." You said after positioning yourself.

"Well, that's one of the many reasons why you love me, isn't it? He said while stroking your thigh.

"Maybe." You answered, and then chan lifted you up from his body and looked at you like he forgot something important.

"What?" You asked him to getting a bit worried.

"You still haven't eaten." Was he even real?

"My God, chan, you scared me. I'm the one starving, and I'm not even that worried." He was such an alarmist sometimes.

"Come on, let's get you something to eat."  Chan dragged you to the kitchen where you finally had a proper meal for the past two days.

"Don't lock me out again." He said when you were done with your food. He practically down next to you and watched you eat the whole time

"Hmm, is that an order or a request?" You replied.

"Hmm, i don't know anyone you'd like it to be. He said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, I'll think about it. By the way I want to get my hair and nails done I'm tired of these braids and i want a new look but the thing is I don't know if there are any salons that work with my hair type here." You explained your ordeal to your boyfriend.

"You should be able to find one here. Maybe check Google or something, and if you don't find one, just leave your hair out. I miss your fluffy hair." If you had skin any lighter than what you had now, you would be red as a tomato.

"I have been meaning to dye my hair actually, but I don't know what color, and I'm kind of scared of my hair falling out." You told chan.

"Then just do whatever you're comfortable with. Your hair still looks good as it is." Chan assured you.

"If I do end up dyeing my hair, maybe I'll go ginger like you. What do you think?"

"Well, they do say imitation is the best form of flattery..." What did you even expect this man to say in the first place?

"It's my fault for asking you dumbass." You said in the most condescending way you could.

"Call me that again. I dare you." You could have just said you were sorry and gone about your day, but you couldn't help but test your boyfriend.

He was standing up now and hovering above you with his two hands resting on the kitchen island.

"D-U-M-B-A-S-S, DUMBASS." You spelt it out, pronounced it, and as if that wasn't enough, you splashed a bit of water from your glass on his face and decided to make a run for it.

Chan chased you around every corner of the house, and you just kept on running with no direction. As long as he didn't catch you, you'd be okay.

You made your way upstairs, and chan was right behind you. You saw that his room door was open and decided to run in there then lock the door but you realised way too late that your plan wasn't going to work because chan had already made it into the room with you.

You immediately picked up a pillow and started swatting it around as your defense, but chan unfortunately matched your energy with a pillow of his own.

You decided to give up because there was no way you were going to win this fight against your boyfriend, so you surrendered.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'll stay still." You dropped your pillow on the bed and sat down next to it to prove that you were really surrendering.

Chan dropped his pillow to and then proceeded to do the worst thing ever. He started to tickle you.

You laughed and struggled till you couldn't endure it anymore and begged chan to stop.

He stopped, and you guys stayed still looking into each others eyes till chan placed a kiss on your forehead and rested his head on your chest.

"You could have just said you wanted cuddles instead of almost tickling me to death." You said to him.

"Shh." He snuggled into you more, and you started to play with his hair.

He was everything you ever needed.

...

You and chan spent almost half the day taking out your braids. He offered to help you, and you really didn't want to take them out all by yourself, so you taught him how to.

He inflicted some sort of pain on your scalp every now and then, but he was trying his best so you endured, and plus, you didn't want him to feel bad for trying to help you.

He was going to take you to get your hair and nails done, and you still didn't know what you wanted to get. You would figure it out.

...

You resumed your normal gym activities with chan, and it only took you like an hour of begging the previous day to convince him to let you guys go back.

And even when he agreed to let you guys go back, he babied you so much. For starters, he made you guys take the car instead of jogging, and then he proceeded to remind you to drink water every five minutes.

"Chan, I'm not sick, you know? I'm all better now, I promise." You tried to sound as reassuring as possible.

"I know, baby, but just drink some water, please." You knew he wasn't going to stop till you drank the water, so you did. And there was just something about the way he talked to you that made you comply.

He took it extra easy on you while he was helping with your exercises, and when you were done for the day, he gave you a head pat and told you he was proud of you. The switch up was insane. He was basically guarding you like an egg.

You felt like you barely did anything, but you said nothing because you were currently weak in the knees over the treatment you were getting, and you didn't want it to stop anytime soon.

When you got home, you guys got ready for you to go get your hair and nails done, and you decided that you were going to go ginger like chan, but you didn't tell him. You wanted it to be a surprise.

You figured you'd eventually have to tell him if the people that worked in the salon spoke no English so he could translate for you which would take the fun out of it all but thankfully it was a foreigner who owned the beauty parlour and they spoke English so your surprise was saved.

Chan waited for you in the car while you were getting your hair done, and it was taking longer than expected. You got hungry halfway, but you couldn't text him to get you food because he'd see your hair, so you suffered in silence.

They started to wash out the dye from your hair, and the colour turned out so good you were in love. You asked for a silk press after that because you hadn't straightened your hair in a while, and you did say you wanted something different.

Chan came in and sat in the lounge of the salon while you were still there, but he didn't see you because the corner where you were getting your nails done was closed off from his view.

When you were finally done, you collected the bill and walked straight over to where he was sitting. He had airpods in and was doing something on his phone, so he didn't even notice that you were standing in front of him.

You tapped his shoulder twice, and his head snapped up to you. He took out his airpods, and you just stretched your palm out in front of him.

He gave you a confused look and looked back at your palm still in lou of what was going on till you asked him for his card then he went "oh!"brought out his wallet and handed you his card happily.

You walked over to the pay point and paid them for their services before leaving with chan.

"So what do you think?" You asked chan as you guys were walking to the car.

"Reminds me of someone." He answered. You couldn't even be mad because you basically brought it upon yourself by dyeing your hair the same colour as your cocky boyfriend's.

"I'm so done with you." You said in fake annoyance and attempted to walk faster than he was when he pulled you close to him by your waist before you could get any further.

"My pretty girl, you look so good, and your hair looks amazing." He said, then placed a peck on the cheek facing him.

You don't know exactly what happened because you completely blacked out when you heard the words "my pretty girl" leave Chan's lips.

Shit it took everything in you not to have a full on make out sesh with him in the exposed parking lot.

You both got into the car, and chan started to drive.

"Chan, I'm hungry." You said.

"What do you want?" He asked you.

"I'm craving pasta right now,"

"Hmm, pasta... I think i know a good place."

Chan took you to a restaurant where you guys ate, and when you were done, you let him pay again. You knew it made him happy to do it, but a part of you chipped away watching him.

You both got into the car and chan started to drive again but you told him to stop at a supermarket for some ice cream. You got a mini bucket for you guys to share, and you both got on your way.

"Kel, you haven't had water since you ate, have you?" He asked you while driving, and you looked at him. His eyes were still focused on the road. You didn't answer him.

"Kel?" He repeated your name looking for an answer.

"No." You said in a hushed tone. When chan heard your reply, he sighed and reached for the bottle of water he gave to you in the cup holder without removing his attention from the road.

"Here, drink it." He said, handing the bottle to you.

"But I'm not thirsty." You said taking the bottle from him. You knew you would end up drinking the water, but you just wanted a rise out of him.

"Kel, just drink it it's not that hard. "

"You're bossing me around, I'm not a kid."

"Baby, I'm not bossing you around. I'm only trying to take care of you, so please just drink water." Ah shit he got you.

You opened up the bottle and drank as much as you could, and chan watched you out of the corner of his eye. You dropped the bottle back in the holder when you were done.

"That's my good girl." He said and patted your thigh.

You have no freaking idea how you restrained yourself from straddling him in the front seat and doing nasty things to him.

You both got home, and chan went into the kitchen to do something, so you sat on the island watching him while eating your ice cream.

You asked him if he wanted some, and when he said yes, he grabbed a spoon and joined you. It was practically useless because he had both hands on either side of you, and you had resulted in feeding him.

Chan had been testing you in his own ways all day and he finally tipped the scale when he used his thumb to wipe some ice cream away from the corner of your lips and proceeded to lick it while maintaining eye contact.

You instantly dropped the bowl of ice cream and pulled chan closer to you by the belt loops on his trousers and kissed him.

The kiss started off slow with chan letting you lead, but that didn't last long once he gained entrance with his tongue. He took his hands off from your sides and placed one on your cheek and one on your back to sturdy you.

His tongue felt so good against yours that you didn't want him to stop. You let out a particularly unfathomable sound when chan bit down on your bottom lip, and you felt chan smirk against your lips. Cocky mf.

You put your hands on his shoulders and wrapped your legs around him using them to pull him in closer, and you slightly angled your head so that chan could go deeper.

You both were damn near devouring each other when Chan's phone rang and it was his mom, so he had to take it. You knew because he had a special ringtone saved for her.

"Fuck." Chan said after he pulled away from the kiss before he picked up the phone. You could see the bulge that had formed in his pants and you were pretty sure your panties were soaked. Chan's mom insisted on a videocall because she wanted to see you two.

"Hi mom." You said when Chan panned the phone in your direction. She insisted that you call her that instead of "Mrs Bang."

"Oh wow you look so pretty, you guys got matching hair colours that's cute. So how are you two doing?" She asked.

You could have told her that you and her son were just down each other's throats but you stuck to a simple "Thank you mom we're doing great. Everything is going well. How are things on your end?"

She told you how everyone was doing and when chan came in to frame she squealed to herself and rejoiced in the fact that she was going to have beautiful grandkids. She was so cute.

"Mom!" Chan said sounding embarrassed and she apologised and went back to talking to you.

"So Kel how is work going going?"

"Wow mom did you just call me to talk to Kel?"

"If I'm being truthful... yes."

"Oh wow well then I'm going to leave since I'm not wanted." He kissed your cheek and went upstairs to his room.

You talked on the phone with his mom for a while and when you got upstairs chan was already asleep.

You dropped his phone next to him and left to go to bed too because you didn't want to wake him up.

Plus you didn't know if you had that much energy to finish what you guys started earlier.

[bingsucks]

STRAP IN JEFFANNIE LOVERS, IT'S ABOUT TO GET YUCKY AND YOU'RE IN THE SPLASHZONE

thought I'd give a comprehensive list on why I personally dislike JeffAnnie because I got called idiotic for it and I see that as a top tier compliment. I go more in depth at the end, but if you just want the quick stuff (since I know y'all like the quotes!!) here you go, but please read the rest of it!! this is an open discussion.

also I get pretty gross in my descriptions of Annie, be warned

season 2 episode 1: "since you have clearly failed to grasp the central insipid metaphor of those twilight books you devour, let me explain it to you. men are monsters who crave young flesh, the end."

season 3 episode 1: "we can't keep doing this forever, kiddo." "Can't we?" "no, that's gross. I feel gross."

season 4 episode 3: "I was just daydreaming. I mean, I've married you at least a half a dozen times. and Troy. and Zac Efron. Mostly Zac Efron."

season 3 episode 16: "but, we love Jeff." "no, we don't. we're just in love with the idea of being loved. and if we can teach a guy like Jeff to do it, we'll never be unloved. so we keep running the same scenario over and over hoping for a different result."

season 6 episode 13: "are you okay?" "is this really what you want?" "of course. I mean, I'd be fine with a dog too, but whatever you want." "do you have any idea what I want?" "yes?"

season 2 episode 20: "the general atmosphere of 'would they?' 'might they?'" "Annie, I think you're reading into some things." "oh really?" "oh, give me a break. I mean, you could do the same thing with Pierce and Abed!" "yeah, let's be honest, there's more between you and Annie than between me and Pierce." "Abed, it's called chemistry, I have it with everybody."

season 5 episode 11: "I'm 40."

I'd like to actually argue with a personal opinion based on a fact, and some anecdotal hypotheticals

first of all, I'm 17, a year younger than Annie in season one. I know people who are 19, 20 even. the concept of them or myself dating someone who is (not only fully developed in the brain, but) at least ten years older than ourselves-

-is gross, no? if Annie got held back at all, if she didn't drop out, if she and Jeff met in a different way, same age difference and her still in high school, one might say that is a little uncouth, one might even go so far as to say it's gross.

but, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt; make them closer in age, say Jeff is in his 20s instead of his thirties, say 25 (the lowest we can go for him to still be a lawyer). still, Annie's brain wont fully develop until she is 25, meaning Jeff will already be in his thirties by that point, if he dates her any sooner he will be dating what is medically considered an adolescent (10-24) while himself above 30. "but chrissy, chimbo, my love, you're legally an adult at age 18!" if we start bringing the law into this, the post will double in size, to make it simple, just think for a moment why that makes you legally an adult. why is a legal adult not allowed to drink? why would the United States want people who are not fully developed making decisions, and how does that affect their country? food for thought.

another benefit of the doubt! take age out of the question, just look at them as people and their experiences, not by a number! age ain't nothing number, right? like Aaliyah, right? Yeah, did you know R Kelly, the convicted sex offender, wrote that song? Crazy, right? sorry, off topic. Silly me, silly little baby brain. haha. let's look at their dynamic:

Jeff is a man who values the women he dates - rather, sleeps with - very little. "I'm Jeff Winger, and I would rather look at myself naked than the women I sleep with!" he states, so confident and proud of himself. "I asked this woman out 30 seconds ago to prove a point!" he shouts. "I'll be back with booty!" he sneers. does this seem like the kind of person that would think of women in the long-term? that is Jeff.

Annie on the other hand, as the boy-crazy girlish urchin she is, sees every man that comes her way as Christ incarnate. Annie is obsessive, she enrolled in nearly all of Troy's classes to get some sense that someone, anyone, no matter how bad they treat her, has to rely on her for something she knows. Annie is fresh and inexperienced, she can't say the word 'penis' because it makes her uncomfortable and squirmy. pure, untouched porcelain. so impressionable, don't you think? so untainted, virginal. looking for a father.

describing her like that makes you a bit uncomfortable, doesn't it? feels a little yucky in your tum tum?

that's because if you take away their ages, their experiences speak for themselves. Annie is young, obsessive. Jeff has more experience than her and will discard her quickly in favor of someone younger or better looking. if you're into the 'born sexy yesterday' trope, go ahead. I'm not one to stop you from doing what makes you feel good! We all know what you really want, you don't have to hide it, Humbert- sorry, Jeff. slip of the tongue. scream it loud! scream it on the rooftops, or on the streets: "I want to fuck a teenager!!" see how people look at you!

Oh, they're not smiling, are they? yikes.

i'd just like to leave you with a personal opinion.

is the pairing of Jeff and Annie iffy and pretty gross? yes, scroll up, read this post again if you aren't convinced. at the same time, should it be removed from the show entirely because it's problematic and horrible and everyone who supports JeffAnnie is a meth-addicted pedophile who eats babies and fucks sticky flashlights with the mouthless faces of their classmates taped to the rim? while I would prefer that JeffAnnie didn't happen, yes, I just think those of you who are into this are just uneducated and stubborn. some of you, one of you in particular, i'm sure is a sweaty neckbeard with a fedora and a 4chan tripcode. but not all of you, and for that I have hope.

JeffAnnie is legal, yes. JeffAnnie is by far not the worst, too. and we, as mature half-adults, can admit that. I for one believe that you should be able to ship anything that is both legal and non-blood-related. that's the magic of fandom! enemies to lovers is one of the most popular genres! the toxicity of the relationship is not the problem, it is the predatory nature and unsavory implications that are the problem. I think the relationship as a whole is not something to be looked at with positive emotions, but I also don't believe that this type of screen representation is bad. just because something is put to screen does not mean it is acceptable. I think that's something we all learned in second grade, yes? good. glad we're all on the same page. you're looking wonderful. I hope you have a great day.

also, just to cover all my bases, it's just a matter of preference. it makes a lot of us uncomfortable to see relationships like that, especially those of us who are around Annie's age. like, imagine being her: you're fresh out of rehab and ready to start your life. this guy who is more than ten years older than you, who you think is kind of cute maybe, starts to look at you the same way. imagine having the knowledge that every time he looks at a woman he just sees a pair of tits and a vag on legs. imagine what he sees when he looks at you. imagine that guy having a conversation with your dad, they might even be closer in age than you and him. that's uncomfortable, to me at least.

plus, Britta and Jeff are a better couple.

and if anyone responds with that whole "Dan Harmon DVD season 6" copy paste I hope you all know it makes me kick my feet and giggle. papa needs an ego boost, go ahead *bats eyes* *gets hit by a car*

[pinkiepiebones]

Strike.

Woops this one got dark. Blood and gore and Bad Ending.

"Hi, are you here for the meeting? Well, come on in!"

Robert had tried. He really did. He tried to get Mark to move the meeting with what precious little time he had. He had been opening up to everyone but it was really hard to tell anyone in the modern era- anyone in general, let's be honest- that the abusive monster he was trying to escape was an actual monster in the literal sense of the word.

As Dracula walked into the church's gym Robert felt every mediocre little crumb of happiness and self-worth he had scraped together over the past weeks wash away. As Dracula bared his fangs in an insidious grin Robert felt nauseated with dread. As Dracula introduced himself to the group at Mark's apprehensive suggestion and shoved his top hat and cane into Robert's arms, Robert knew he was about to witness another massacre.

But.

The cane.

Robert had seen it in his apartment, too, atop Dracula's wolf fur coat. He knew that cane. Of course he did- over the decades he had shined it, shipped it, been struck with it. The handle of the cane was a golden dragon- or rather, the head of a dragon and a somewhat phallic dragon tail. The length of the cane was engraved so as to resemble a stalk of bamboo and stylised with a long serpent, tiny blossoms, and, somewhat garishly, the forms of two small naked women. It was not the Count's fanciest cane.

But it was the only one with a sword inside.

As Dracula snarled and levitated Robert started formulating a plan. Dracula was not inside his head. He was thinking clearly for the first time in half a century, at least. He knelt as he knew Dracula wanted.

"Master, please," he whimpered. "I never should have forsaken you."

Dracula lowered himself and glowered down at Robert.

"You could have had everything," Dracula hissed. "I gave you the choice between the power of a god," he roared, "and the pathetic desperation of humanity." He looked around at the terrified co-dependents cowering in their folding chairs.

"Why? Why choose this?"

Robert looked up at his former Master.

"I've been a fool, Master, and I know I don't deserve your grace" he said softly, making sure to keep a tremble in his tone. He stood slowly, keeping his shoulders slumped, his posture defeated. He feebly offered the top hat and added "torture me, brutalise me, break my bones and my mind but let me live to serve you again." Dracula sneered and snatched his hat back. He turned his back on his slave and placed the hat on his head while asking the group just what sort of torture a treacherous wretched shell of a man deserved.

Then Robert unsheathed the sword and stabbed Dracula in the back.

"Get everyone into the nave!" he yelled at Mark.

"What's a nave?!" Mark said as he fled with the group.

"It's the part of the church with the pews!" Bob offered as he ran for the door.

"I didn't know that had a name!" Mark answered as he held the door open for everyone.

The gym was empty save for two immortal monsters. Robert had pushed the sword completely through Dracula. The handle of the cane was pressed against the fabric of Dracula's coat. Thick black blood was beginning to pool on the floor beneath them. Robert gritted his teeth and moved the sword inside the vampire as best he could and heard the blade scrape ribs.

"Oh, Renfield."

Robert knew what was coming. The vampire disappeared in a cloud of mist and the bloodied sword clattered to the floor. Then Dracula was behind him, one arm tight across his throat. Dracula effortlessly knelt, still keeping Robert in a headlock, and picked up his sword.

"Did you really think that would do anything?"

"No," Robert wheezed. "But I saved them."

Dracula applied more pressure and Robert felt his throat squeeze shut. He tried to gasp and tried to claw at the arm around his neck. Dracula thrust the sword into his back to the handle. He pulled it out until just half the blade was sticking out of Robert's torso, then thrust it in again, adjusting the angle slightly. He did this again and again until Robert's sweater was completely red.

"You can't even save yourself."

Dracula dropped the dying man to the floor and considered slicing his throat for good measure. Instead he picked up the scabbard of his cane and placed the sword back inside. He looked down at Robert and opened his mouth to speak when the gym door slammed open and a police officer walked in with her gun drawn.

"Reb... e..." Robert gurgled helplessly. Dracula grinned down at him, then looked at her.

"Well, looks as though I'll get a meal tonight after all."

-end-

[superman86to99]

Superman: The Man of Steel #35 (July 1994)

"WORLDS COLLIDE," Part 1! And "THE FALL OF METROPOLIS," Part 2! And a Wonder Woman crossover! And a long-time character dies, as spoiled by the cover! This issue might be peak '90s. This is the most '90s you can cram into 22 pages without the comic exploding.

Things are a bit rough in Metropolis after Lex Luthor's main lackey launched some missiles that destroyed almost every building in the city (Action #700). Keith the Unlucky Orphan and his friends are trying to gather food from what's left of their orphanage, when a bunch of gangsters with machine guns show up to steal everything, reminding us why we call him Keith the Unlucky Orphan. Luckily, though, the kids are protected not just by Keith's pal Superman but by Myra, the Orphanage Lady, who decides to keep a couple of those machine guns in case the ruffians return.

Combined with the scars she got on her face after saving Keith from an hypnotic lizard lady last issue, Myra is only some shoulder pads away from looking like a badass '90s anti-hero.

While Superman tries to help people around the ruins of Metropolis, a Giant Robot That Shoots Death Lasers From Its Chest (GRTSDLFIC) emerges from the ground and starts creating more ruins. The monster runs into Keith and the other orphans, so Myra bravely stands in front of it with her new toys and tries to distract it.

And she does! For about a second.

As he holds Myra's body, Keith yells out for Superman, who arrives right in time to save him from getting death lasered too. The Special Crimes Unit also stops by to help, and the GRTSDLFIC turns out to be smart enough to target Maggie Sawyer out of all of the officers because it can tell she's the top dog (or maybe it's just homophobic, dunno). Superman saves her, because one strong female supporting character death is enough for this issue.

Superman realizes the GRTSDLFIC is alive and needs to breathe, so he flies it up into orbit to take out its air and leaves it suspended there while he goes deal with other problems. (Presumably by also throwing them into orbit, like usual.) Meanwhile, Keith begs Maggie and SCU to take Myra to the hospital, but it's too late for her. The kid has an understandably tough time accepting that another mother figure has left him.

RIP, Myra the no-nonsense orphanage lady. When we met her back in Man of Steel #1 (1991), I don't think anyone guessed that she'd die wielding dual machine guns while facing a Giant Robot That Shoots Death Lasers From Its Chest. But we should have, dammit. We should have.

Plotline-Watch:

So, wait, why is this part of a crossover called "Worlds Collide"? Because a whole 5 pages are devoted to Lois Lane's mailman, Fred Bentson, who is still having weird nightmares where he finds himself in another universe. Professor Hamilton meets Bentson at a Red Cross shelter and takes him to a clinic to treat his sleep disorder, which involves becoming immaterial while he sleeps and being haunted by an inter-dimensional monster. At the clinic, some rather shady psychologists hook Bentson up to a machine that can project his dreams, and they all see him naked as he's chased by the nightmare monster and tries to get help from... STATIC?!

By the way, the shady sleep clinic happens to be located right under the bridge that was half-destroyed during Superboy's fight with that Spider-Man wannabe called Stinger almost a year ago, which is still half-destroyed. At least it doesn't stand out from the rest of the city anymore (thanks, Dr. Happersen!). The half-bridge will be a relevant plot point during this storyline.

And why is this a Wonder Woman crossover? Because she appears for a single panel while Superman is fighting the Giant Robot and wishes she'd picked another issue to come ask for his advice. The comic tells us to buy Wonder Woman #88 (which briefly shows WW helping Superman against the robot) for the rest of the story.

On that subject, Don Sparrow says: "Superman doesn’t appear very prominently in the connected issue of Wonder Woman #88. All that happens is Wonder Woman requests that Superman stop her if she ever loses control of herself. It’s not a great issue, largely because Christopher Priest writes both Diana and Superman fairly out of character throughout, and the art in the issue manages to depict Wonder Woman as both matronly and pervy. (The issue also features the choice line of dialogue “female be trippin’”, so if you don’t rush out and find the issue, you’re not missing much, apart from another great Bolland cover featuring Superman)."

Yes, the Keith stuff is pretty depressing, and could be seen as another example of Superman comics going all "Dark Age," but at least it'll lead to positive things for the character in the near future. Now, those other orphans who lost Myra, not so sure...

Patreon-Watch:

The results of the Superman/Doomsday: Hunter/Prey bonus artwork poll are in, and after tallying up the votes here and at Patreon, the character who will get drawn by the great Don Sparrow is... Maxima, in her post-Doomsday purple suit! Who won by a whole vote! (For those keeping count: 5 votes for Red Cyborg, 10 for Pouch Superman, and 11 for Purple Maxima.)

Don's work will be posted for all to see, but the original artwork will be given away to one of our patrons, Aaron, Chris “Ace” Hendrix, britneyspearsatemyshorts, Patrick D. Ryall, Bheki Latha, Mark Syp, Ryan Bush, Raphael Fischer, Kit, Sam, Bol, Gaetano Barreca, and Dave Shevlin. If you'd like to decrease their chances, join them at https://www.patreon.com/superman86to99!

And speaking of Don, stick around for his section, after the jump...

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

It’s an interesting cover, with the protagonist and even the title trade dress obscured by shadow.  It’s not really an action-type pose, but Superman’s angry expression indicates that action will follow.  We also get a hint at the tragedy within, with an injured Myra Allen below Superman.

Inside the book, we get our first glimpses of post-cataclysm Metropolis, seen through the eyes of hard-luck Keith.  The double page spread on pages 2 and 3 is a great drawing of Superman, exuding power even in a static pose. 

The cybernetic monster, who in this issue gets neither a name, nor an origin (unless the story’s title, Afterburn, is maybe the robot’s name?) but it’s an appropriately Fleischer studios-like design for Bogdanove to draw. 

Normally I quite dislike photo-stat backgrounds, but the panel with Superman carrying survivors gets a pass from me, because I love images of Superman saving kids—especially the way Bogdanove draws it. 

Myra Allen’s last stand against the robot is stirringly drawn, and to me visually recalls Frank Miller and Dave Gibbons’ “Martha Washington Goes to War” which was hitting newsstands around this time.   It’s interesting to see Bogdanove’s version of the famed Brian Bolland pose from Wonder Woman #72, even if she’s facing away. 

Keith’s grief at Myra’s passing is as powerful and sad an image as we’ve ever seen in these books, and my heart breaks for the poor little guy (look at his little hand clutching the cape!  What an astonishing detail!).  Though he’s fictional, it’s hard not to feel for him, when he’s endured so much tragedy in his young life.  I appreciate the restraint here, from a story standpoint—Superman offers no words of comfort, or guidance at what comes next, because they would only be trite and empty in a moment such as this.  All Superman can do, he does—which is to hold Keith, and let him weep.

Our final cameo of the book is Milestone’s Static, another character Bogdanove seems born to draw.  The introduction to him, as the milquetoast Bentson jumps to the Milestone world is fittingly energetic.   

SPEEDING BULLETS:

I appreciate the detail early on that Superman has put “a lot of time into locating” gas leaks and shutting them down.  It’s nice that the writer considered something like that.

We’ve known for a while that the DCU version of Coca-Cola is Soder, but nice to be informed that Sprite is called “Spritz” here. 

Professor Hamilton is perhaps a bit casual about the fact that Bentson was briefly immaterial! [Max: Maybe he's like "Have I been immaterial before? Maybe during the Husque storyline? Don't remember..."]

The great Jose-Luis Garcia Lopez gets a sort of shout out on page 7, as a fresh fruit stand bears his name.

At the time of this issue’s release I remember being very curious about the Milestone characters, and excited about them crossing over with my favourite character, but I still question the choice of having an uninteresting character like Bentson be the initial conduit between the worlds.  Maybe if the previous issues had established him as a recognizable Metropolis fixture (as well as Dakota City) like Whit or Allie or someone, it would have a little more impact (though they do try to build up his importance here, as the mailman who delivered the damaging evidence about Lex Jr.).  But I find it hard to really care about the Egon-looking guy, particularly when he’s running around naked.

[theizzifromosaka]

Here it is! I'm starting my review series of Monster Girl media, and for the first entry, I'll be reviewing

Monster Musume: Everyday Life with Monster Girls

To be perfectly clear, this review will be foucsed on the Monster Girl aspect of this series. I'm not sure if my opinions on the actual show itself would be worth listening to, I'm not trying to sway anyone one way or another.

Monster Musume follows "Darling-Kun" as he adapts to life with a rapidly growing cast of Demihumans. They learn about Japanese culture, and he finds himself pressured to pursue a relationship with one.

Darling-kun, whose name I don't think we ever learn in the anime, is kind of a weird dude. Throughout the course of the series he sees a LOT of naked girls, and he NEVER gets used to them. Other than that he's mostly just one of those generic anime nice guys, though he's aware the girls like him, unlike most of his peers.

Moving on.

Miia the Lamia

The Classic

The most iconic and recognizable character from this seris, Miia is a Lamia (go figure) with a lot of affection for Darling. She gets jealous easily and can be very clingy but still manages to be one of the most reasonable girls in the roster. She tends to see every new girl as a rival for Darling's affection and at this point you've probably noticed her entire personality revolves around Darling. This is standard for all the girls in this series and any deviation from this is considered strange.

Lamia in Greek mythology was the queen of Libya who, as you do, had children with Zeus and incurred Hera's wrath. Hera killed her children and this drove Lamia to madness, she lived out her days eating children and became monstrous in appearance. The story of Lamia was kinda like the Greek version of the Boogeyman.

I always encourage doing your own research on these topics, and take anything I've said with a grain of salt.

I'll refrain from asking why an apparent reptile has breasts as I could ask that about most Monster Girls, but aside from that, why are her genitals at her waist? They should be at the end of her tail.

Papi the Harpy

God damn it.

Okay, so Papi's name comes from the Japanese pronunciation of Harpy (would be something like Haapi). She's a very childlike adult, which is apparently typical of Harpies. They don't completely physically mature so they're light enough to fly, and she's a "bird brain". She claims to see Darling as a big brother but seems to have no idea what that really means.

Harpies are also Greek, they were birds with features of human women. They were seen as undesirable, ugly and foul and yeah, all the boxes are checked here.

Okay, it's not fair to judge Papi on these terms. We ought to be judging the creator of the series here. Honestly if not for the constant sexualization I probably wouldn't mind her too much.

Centorea the Centaur

Double damn it.

She's one of them warrior women that acts all stoic "but hides the heart of a woman" or whatever. I don't care for her, and unlike with Papi, I think it's her fault this time. I don't like her character, and I don't like her design.

Centaurs, yet again, are Greek in origin. They're half horse half man and are named after Centaurus, the first Centaur. Pop culture depicts Centaurs as being a Warrior Race, probably stemming from Chiron, among the most famous Centaurs in Greek Mythology. It is speculated the image of a Centaur arose from people seeing horse mounted warriors and either misinterpreting what they saw or a Telephone Game effect eventually resulting in what we're familiar with today.

Her design is a perfectly passable Centaur besides her Serious Honkers. Her real set of Badonkers. She's packin some Dobonhonkeros. I'm sure you don't need me invoking a copypasta to tell you she looks ridiculous.

Suu the Slime

Oh baby a triple!

Another child coded character. Suu is a shapeshifter so she doesn't always resemble a child, but her mannerisms are harder to change. Throughout the course of the series she becomes more intelligent and capable, going from a shapeless blob to barely coherent to regularly speaking full sentences. Suu is like... THE Slime Girl too, the first case of the author coming up with a wholly original design.

I'm not actually sure if Suu is the first Slime Girl but her influence can't be ignored. Slime Monsters overall are a pretty recent thing, and hard to track the history of (by that I mean they don't have a Wikipedia article). Their origins can be traced back to many sources, including classic Monster Flick The Blob, the Gray Goo Global Catastrophic Scenario, Tabletop RPGs and Dragon Quest.

(in absence of a Wikipedia article)

Honestly Suu would be cute and endearing if she wasn't subject to so much fanservice. Her personality, as it develops, is very childlike, with no sense of tact and little in the way of a filter. In this case I think I'd prefer it if they made her MORE childlike, and I wouldn't mind one bit if she remained a shapeless blob the whole time.

Mero the Mermaid

it was Big! Scary! and PINK!

Mermaids in this universe romanticize tragedy, and that ends up being one of Mero's most defining features. She states outright to ease Miia's worries that she does not want to marry Darling, she just wants to be his mistress. She's very soft-spoken but occasionally says some weird things.

So Mermaids have a lot of history and multiple origins, ranging from Greek Sirens to misidentified Manatees to just disoriented pent-up sailors seeing a Thicc Fish. The story of The Little Mermaid is very influential, and the in universe reason given to why Merfolk romanticize tragedy so heavily.

Honestly Mero might be my favorite of the main cast, her taxonomy is vague, she states that her skin secretes mucus, she's got tiny little arms on her hips, and in the 11th episode she tries to drown Darling, which if you ask me makes her best girl by default. I lament that most of the time she just looks like a girl in a wheelchair, and I also have to mention the fin ears.

Rachnera the Arachne

Not so itsy-bitsy

Rachnera is perhaps one of the most fleshed out characters in the show, she has a backstory and is capable of a range of emotions. That said most of the time she's just horny. Her initial foster family greatly disliked her but tried to "put up" with her, and after an incident resulting in their daughter being injured they sold her to a shady man who wanted to sell her silk on the black market. She starts off not exactly fond of humans but in typical fashion a single interaction with the main character all but changes her opinion.

The Greek story of Arachne is about a woman who challenged the Gods and was turned into a spider by Athena. She won by the way, the moral of the story is the Gods are jerks I guess.

This girl is a mixed bag. On one hand she has motivations that don't involve the main character, but on the other hand she very quickly becomes a vessel for bondage fetish pandering. As for her design, I like her eyes, it's a bit overdone to represent spider eyes like this but that's for good reason. I also don't really like how if you erase her human parts you're left with kind of a dumb looking spider. Overall I'd rank her pretty low, but not the worst.

Lala the Dullahan

So no head?

Lala is only in the show for about one and a half episodes, plus gets some screentime in the OVAs. She's a Chuunibyou who claims herself to be Death and gives the rest of the cast quite the spook.

The Dullahan is from Irish mythology, originally referring to any headless spirit, but eventually invoking a Headless Horseman, said to use a human spine as a whip. The image of a Headless Horseman can actually be found in various parts of Europe, and even in the Americas thanks to The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, which is apparently where the Jack-O-Lantern head thing comes from.

This is probably gonna be a recurring point of friction throughout this review series but you can't just paint a girl blue and call her a monster. Given the monster she's supposed to represent in this case I suppose I can't fault them too much, but in my opinion painting her blue somehow makes the design feel MORE lazy. Other than that I could criticize her inaccurate scythe for not having grips but that seems to be an anime thing.

Overall I'd say this series has surprisingly competent worldbuilding, reason is given to why most of the infrastructure doesn't accommodate demihumans and, though shallow, the different cultural origins of the girls play a part in how they interact with Darling and each other. That said the girls' designs are all very safe and same-y, with the most out there design being Polt, a character that only shows up in one of the OVAs. If I had to pick a favorite from the main cast though, it would have to be Mero. Her little arms really sell her design for me, and her gimmick of wanting to live out a tragedy actually got a chuckle or two out of me.

Overall, would I recommend this series? It depends. If you're a fellow Monster Girl Connoisseur then the sheer influence of this series earns it a watch, and if you're the kind of person that enjoys a good hate watch, or if you like ecchi (no judging) then you could probably get some enjoyment out of it. Outside of those spheres, nah it's not worth it.

Next review:

[roll-de-chagny]

Unsaid and unconvinced

[Pharoga. I read the book and they refused to leave my mind ever since, so I had to write something with them. It turned out to be some surprisingly Leroux-compliant pre-slash.]

Summary: Nadir, after being fished out of the lake under the Opera, decides it's the right time to have a talk with Erik.

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"Is it because she comes back to you?" asked the daroga slowly. He only bothered to open his eyes when Erik spread a surprisingly dry and surprisingly soft blanket over his figure. With his tired eyes, Nadir inspected the uncovered, pale deformity, which, in front of Erik (and with a bit of generosity), he called a face, but his gaze found no reciprocation.

A careful, skeletal hand reached for his blanket and tugged away at the soft folds.

"Pardon?" the fingers stopped in their nervous movements and squeezed tightly on Nadir's shoulder.

"The soprano. She comes back to you, is that why you love her?" he repeated. The grip hardened and held him tight. Nadir escaped the touch.

"She loves me for myself. She told me so," said Erik with a low, repetitive determination Nadir already became so familiar with during their infertile conversations. Nadir stifled a doubtful laugh.

He remembered Mademoiselle Christine Daaé well, even though seeing her was rarer than those times he found himself anywhere near the stage or the rehearsal room.

She was white, curly-haired, with gentle, bird-like gestures. She wasn't superficial. Then she wouldn't care about the little Vicomte de Chagny either. But there was nothing to fear of the Vicomte, the Vicomte was healthy, handsome, and, above all, normal. One look at her and Nadir knew his friend, despite all his wits, had been grossly deceived.

"If she really told you this, I have the utmost respect for her," he said at last. Erik finally looked at him. His cat eyes narrowed.

"You've never been inside my house before, dear daroga. And the fact you don't understand it is just one more reason for me to keep you away," Erik stated. Nadir hummed, got out of the blanket, and took off his vest, unbuttoning his soaked shirt. Erik's gaze followed his every tiny movement and stuck to Nadir's bare skin, trapped.

"After Mazandaran, I lived under the same roof as you for weeks, Erik. She hasn't changed enough about you for me not to recognize you."

"She loves me. She promised to stay," Erik moaned again, his small lips narrowed into a line, and he glanced away from the other with darkened eyes.

Nadir looked down at his watch. Floors above them, Christine Daaé was escorting Vicomte de Chagny by the arm into hidden rooms, laughing every time the boy stopped and breathlessly asked for her hand to gently kiss. He had seen them before, sometimes even tailed them, out of pure curiosity. Sometimes they climb to the roof or sit down somewhere and Christine tells him tales, for then the Vicomte's eager hands relax in their amazement and let her go.

"Sometimes...I kneel beside her. And, daroga, she holds my naked head in her lap like some fragile oriental porcelain."

It was quiet. The lake breathed silently, which wasn't hiding any vengeful siren, and the organ inside the house on the lake was silent from the fearful sounds Erik called composing. He apparently had no objection to having the half-drowned Persian on his porch.

Nadir thought of old nights.

"You've been in my arms. Is that so different?" he asked in a low voice.

"I considered you friend, daroga. Christine is different. Everything is different with her."

Nadir understood little of that difference. He called the man a monster, it was undeniable, but somehow he returned to him without asking, even if he was pushed away. Christine called him Erik, but she was terrified to look at him or meet him. Erik's voice was what they both (and, unknowingly, so many others) loved. Nadir might have loved his eyes too. Even if only because he already knew every expression in them.

'Of course, Erik has no idea what it's like to be loved for himself, and that is something worth considering,' he thought and nodded to himself. Poor girl.

"I understand she is not coming back here against her will. But what I don't understand is why you swear to murder if you want a normal life," he said. Erik took one look at his still shuddering, limp figure, and scoffed.

"Pull yourself together."

"Be in my place."

"You got old."

"So did you," he concluded, and Erik leaned close to him, face almost touching his hand, grabbed him by the shoulder, and pulled him to his feet with tremendous force. He held him for several seconds before Nadir felt strong enough to pull away.

"I'll come back here tomorrow to find out if Christine Daaé has arrived," said Nadir, adjusting his buttons, and putting on his vest, which had been resting on Erik's arm until now.

"Maybe the siren will be in the lake, and then you won't know I was here," he continued. Erik nodded along silently.

"But Erik will know. His music always hears you," said the ghost, but Nadir had already turned his back to him, and towards the boat.

By the time he rowed across the dreadful lake, he knew Erik would not find Christine Daaé in the dressing room.

She was smarter than Nadir.

Perhaps less painfully loyal.

[heavenlyhoundoom]

A space-time distortion has appeared!

(Monster au Fuyuko steps into the distortion and meets P.O au Penny.)

P.O Penny: Wait is that yo-

Monster Fuyuko: Wow, I've never seen a monster like you before.

P.O Penny: What do you me-

Monster Fuyuko: So who are you, where did you come from, and why are you naked?

P.O Penny: Fuyuko, It's me Penny, why do you look like that and why are you acting like we've never met before?

P.O Fuyuko: What are you talking about Penny, I'm right here.

(All three stood there completely dumbfounded and confused.)

P.O Penny: Okay, what's going on here!?

Monster Sada: I'm glad you asked.

Monster Fuyuko: Professor Sada!

P.O Fuyuko and Penny: Professor Sada!?

Monster Sada: Yes, it me Professor Sada.

Monster Fuyuko: So Professor Sada, what's going on here?

Monster Sada: Well you see, we're currently in a space-time distortion, where two universes collide and people from both universes can interact with each other, this usually happens when either one or many universes are in danger and need eachother's help.

Monster Fuyuko: So who's universe is in danger?

P.O Turo: Defiantly our universe.

Monster Sada and Fuyuko: Turo!?

Monster Fuyuko: Okay, what exactly are you guys!?

P.O Turo: We're creatures called pokemon, which are a lot like your world's animals, but with elemental powers.

Monster Sada: Okay...So are you guys supposed to be pokemon or is this not normal in your universe?

P.O Turo: Oh this is definitely not normal, we're supposed to be humans, but an evil man known as Ghetsis is using pokerus to turn people into his brainwashed pokemon slaves, we were just six of his many victims.

Monster Sada: Wait, did you say six?

Monster Arven: Mom, Fuyuko, what's taking you so long?

P.O Nemona: Guys are you alright, you've been in there for a while.

(All twelve of our heroes stand there in shock when a blacephalon suddenly appears out of thin air and startled everyone.)

The blacephalon: Sorry, didn't mean to startle any of you, I'm Circus the blacephalon, I go by she/her pronouns and I'm one of the many guardians of the pokemon multiverse.

Monster Nemona: Pokemon multiverse, what's that?

Circus: It a web of of pokemon universes with no two universes being exactly the same.

P.O Fuyuko: How do we know which universe is the original?

Circus: Well the original universe is always in the center of the multiverse, and that one is a universe where most pokemon live with humans peacefully, and where Arven parents are both neglectful and dead.

P.O Sada and Monster Sada: Damn!

P.O Turo and Monster Turo: Sada, not in front of the kids!

Circus: Uhh, moving on, some universes are very similar to the prime with only slight differences, like a universe where the only change is that the night hours and day hours have swapped, or a universe where Ash's pikachu can talk, while other universes are incredibly different like your universe where half of the population are monsters and Arven has good parents, or your universe where Ghetsis is using pokerus to turn people into pokemon to take over the multiverse and Arven has good parents.

P.O Sada: We get it, our prime world counterparts were dirtbags.

Circus: Anyway, I've brought you guys here to the distortion world, which is a place in between the pokemon universes to met up with are the other people who are destined to save the multiverse from Ghetsis, like prime world Misty, and Morality Swap Cyrus.

(Meanwhile, back at the monster au.)

Maxie: So this is the last place you two saw them?

Juniper: Yes it is, they went to that weird dome? thing? I don't know what it's called, but they went in it and they've been gone for two and a half hours.

Birch: Oh my God, why haven't they come back, are they in trouble, are they dead!?

(Maxie looks up to see a space-time distortion and it reminds of the incident where a reshiram came out from one and killed Clavell after he sacrificed himself to save Maxie.)

Maxie: I remember this, they may not be dead now, but they might end up dying if we don't save them.

Juniper: Then we better go in there-

Birch: I'd do anything to save them, especially my cousin Turo!!!

Juniper: Birch, wait!

Maxie: Well, here we go again...

(The three enter the space-time distortion where the will soon end up in the distortion world with the others.)

The end of part 1.

(P.O stands for pokerus organization.)

[cleliacleliadatura]

Did I mention in my earlier posts, my summer of freedom-a few days that turned into weeks.

One where we, Andrea and I, visited Claudia's home....near Bern.

The day after we arrived by train, she took us to a bridge, a childhood favorite.

It was a metal blue bridge, very small-but quite high up with railroad tie edges, like the ones my Nonno built back home. All three of us jumped holding hands at the same time, screaming. The water was like thousands of icy daggers, so cold and rejuvenating. The current of the river was very strong.

"You want everything to be beautiful, don't you" Andrea asked me later. It was more of a statement than a question.

To dry off later, we found ourselves walking along a dock nearby-searching for a bathroom. Drunk on life, high on youth, twisted from this sense of unsupervised adventure.

There was a door, a mysterious door and we opened it, thinking it was a public restroom as there were no other accessible points of entry anywhere to be found that lead to anything we needed like sunscreen, sinks and sorbet.

Everyone was undressed.

We had intruded a nudist colony. How was this just casually here in such a seemingly conservative smaller town, hidden in plain sight???

I saw a man, sitting there, with his bits and pieces just hanging out, smoking a cigar on a plastic white chair. Arms draped over the ledge, looking at the horizon past the fence with such weightless nonchalance. He gave us a disinterested sleepy nod, a half wave of hello.

We were trying not to laugh or giggle and asked if we could use the restroom. An elderly woman got up, naked, and pointed to a door closeby where other people, all naked, were using the facilities. The chair when she got up had a dark glistening imprint the shape of two melons. I found it funny she was wearing flip flops. Why just the shoes?

It was quite unexpected to witness a consortium of nudity from a lens with no phobia or sexualization, just people carrying about their everyday life-only they happened to all live in a nudist colony.

Later in Florence, I'll never forget a man on his vespa, completely naked in broad daylight, honking his horn angrily at the traffic ahead. The vespa was bright chartreuse lined with vermillion red and ivory, his skin the color of a bronzed glistening coconut...In one summer, I had never seen quite so many naked bodies. Just the night before, I stayed at a convent, eating a simple breakfast of toast and one packet of nocciola.

A legacy of Europe, a vibrant echo of contrasts.

Later we met a trio of three friends who saw us sitting near a cafe, enjoying a beer in the waning early afternoon light. It was a Saturday. I could tell the one with the bright blue eyes and golden halo of curls was very interested in Andrea.

They invited us on their sailboat.

I still remember meeting Bulut. For some reason, his name stuck with me....maybe it's because I had never met someone from Turkey before, and it was exciting to be exposed to someone with a different point of view and culture. They were so friendly and hospitable, it felt foreign.

They took us onto Lake Neuchâtel, I believe. The same lake that has a plastic shark at the bottom to scare divers.

I remember jumping into the dark icy blue waters and wondering if someone would pull me down into the depths....maybe a lesser known cousin of the lochness monster.

Years later, I would have flashbacks of this-wondering if something more happened-was there a reason for this simple invitation. We were so trusting....

But in all truth, nothing bad happened.

It was just fine.

Nobody, not even an evil mermaid, pulled me or my friends to the depths never to breathe again.....

In that moment, we were safe.

[fandomsandfeminism]

I apologize for falling down this rabbit hole about that "Lies We Sing to the Sea" book, and I'm trying to not get too rabid because it's like...not even out yet. So this is all speculative, I guess.

But the point of "She just read the parts that were relevant/she didn't NEED to read the whole book to understand the part with the girls" I keep seeing people make.

When *yes you do.* the hanging of the girls is a culmination of one of the major conflicts of the poem, ESPECIALLY if you are analyzing it from a gender perspective.

The whole first half of the story is essentially the trials and tribulations of Odysseus being routinely shit on by the universe (sometimes because of his own hubris, but more often by the disloyalty of his crew) until he is completely emasculated. He loses his spoils of war, his ships, his crew. He ends up trapped with Calypso- where he essentially is held in sexual slavery for 7 years. And when he escapes, he washes up completely naked and helpless, only to be rescued by the kindness of Princess Nausicaa and Queen Arete. It's a story of how he is, bit by bit, brought low.

The second half- when he returns to Ithaca, he has to assess the loyalty of those around him in secret- his son, the swine herd, the suitors, and most importantly Penelope. His wife's choices here (especially her sexual choices) are his greatest threat- if she has taken a new lower (as Clytemnestra had)- Odysseus is screwed.

Those final chapters, when Odysseus regains his bow, slaughters the suitors as they beg for mercy, tortures the disloyal goatherd- that's Odysseus regaining his power, regaining his masculinity, reclaiming lordship over Ithaca. It's violent and bloody and if THIS is how manhood and masculinity is constructed in the text? Like, damn.

Hanging the girls is part of that. They are disloyal. Their sexual choices (to sleep with the suitors) make them dishonor Odysseus, Penelope, and Telemachus. His killing them is the final act in him retaking his throne. Being a powerful man again.

It's also a big moment for Telemachus- too young to take the throne himself and a cry baby up to then, Telemachus helps in the massacre. The only time he disagrees with his father is to suggest that the girls be hanged, not given a clean death by sword, and has it done. It's a moment for him to be seen as more of a man as well.

That's why the hanging of the girls has been so haunting for so long- it's a real sticking point for a modern reader. We can often excuse violence against men and monsters. But using the slaughter of the girls as a way to assert masculine dominance feels... thorny even with historical context.

You have to understand that Odysseus has *lost* his power and been emasculated in the first half in order to understand WHY the girls are hanged at the end. They are connected.

And if your whole FEMINIST book that is tackling the issue of the hanged girls is written without that context... what exactly is it trying to comment on? What is it trying to say if it is removed from that context?

I don't know! Maybe it will have something to say, maybe it will be fine. 🤷‍♀️

But... would it be meaningfully different if you changed all the names and it had no connection at all to the Odyssey? What conversation is it trying to have with that text? Or is it just using that name recognition as a marketing ploy to bring in readers?

Regardless, it is *mind boggling* to me that anyone thinks that they could read, what, just Book 22 out of 24? And think they have the context they need to say something interesting here.

And I've said it before, but this is a whole issue with Greek Mythology YA. These stories are compelling because they are thorny and complicated and whether it be the Romans, the Renaissance, or American writers, our own cultural lenses often butt up against these ancient texts in ways that ask fundamentally challenging questions about sex and gender and violence and power and love and fate. And that can be...not a great fit for someone writing YA unless they really want to push the bounds of those genre conventions pretty far.

[daddy-suguru]

Hello there,

What do you think of Giyuu + Daddy Kink? <3

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ▸ Sharing a drink with Giyuu around the campfire. He brings up the man you had in your room the last time the two of you spent a night at a tavern out of jealousy. And you make a move on him, which leads you to finding out that Giyuu is still a virgin.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ▸ 1.5k

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸sexual themes, demon/demonhunter!giyuu, demon au, swordartist/swordsmith/witch!reader, the two of you travel and kill monsters together, jealous!Giyuu, daddy title used, talk of spanking,

Passing the bottle to Giyuu, who accepted it. His warm fingers brushing against yours.

Your body felt warm, fending off the chill of the night air. Since Giyuu and you are camping in the forest, waiting for daybreak. Since a night of rest was due for both, one could sleep while the other keeps watch. Then, after a few hours, you could switch. That was the plan, but after the campfire started and Giyuu started roasting some fish that he caught.

You had a bottle of liquor that you brought for times like these. Neither of you planned to get drunk, but getting tipsy to relax and release some stress is something that you talked Giyuu into.

Giyuu asked two questions back to back, "Once we get there, will you be heading to see your Daddy? Or will you be ready to head straight out on another mission?" You almost spit out your drink hearing that from Giyuu. While questions about going on another mission weren't out of the ordinary, but hearing the word Daddy slip past Giyuu's lips took you by surprise.

Telling Giyuu, "What?! No, what makes you think that?" Before taking the bottle he is handing to you and looking up at the night's sky as you take a swing. The bitter, warm liquor taking away some of the heat in your cheeks as your throat burns more intensely.

Giyuu stares at the fire, his face black as he said with a monotone voice, "Well, you hugged that older man and you called him Daddy. So I thought-"

Giyuu mulls it over in his head. He comes to a point that slips out of his mouth, "I take care of you." His cock twitches in his pants at the thought of you whimpering out Daddy for him while naked underneath his body.

You half-heartedly joke, "Is that your way of saying want me to call you Daddy?" You wait for him to get annoyed with your antics. Which would lead you to wonder why he has you come along with him, anyway. A year ago Giyuu told you he is done with training you. Yet the next day he expected you to join him, still on the mission. And now it's almost been a full year since.

The growing fear that Giyuu is going to tell you to leave him alone has been wondering to the forefront of your mind lately. And you don't want to ask him what you mean to him, and hear the words; only a friend.

Which is why, when Giyuu asks, "What's the purpose?" Giyuu passes you the bottle and you shake your head no. As he sets it down between him and you, who sit on a thick log that Giyuu had found and dragged to the campfire to make sitting and eating dinner easier.

You explain, "For me? Arousal, vulnerability and the reassurance that I can trust them to take care of me. It's also a show of my submissiveness towards them." Giyuu swallows the building lump in his throat, his stomach churns at the idea of you seeing that other man who was only in your life for a night as someone like that.

A voice in the back of Giyuu's head is telling him that the sweet smell of lust that is just beneath the musk of the campfire is because of him. And that if he made a move, he could figure out what you sound like whimpering that. But then you would find out that for all his years on earth, he has yet to lie with anyone.

Before you there had been the only base desire to fulfill his natural human wants him to could ignore. But then you came along, making that nagging need to fuck harder to ignore.

Giyuu didn't even know how to make a move. And if not for the liquor running through his veins, Giyuu would have never asked, "What about me?" He looks over at you. Your side profile is adorable.

You glance over as Giyuu looks away, and it's dawning on you that Giyuu is jealous of that man you spent the night with. You stand up and crouch in front of him, slipping two fingers underneath his chin and tilting his head back.

You deflect the question back to him by asking him, "Depends. What do you want to know about yourself?" Giyuu's cheeks and the tip of his ears are flushing with pink. Giyuu opens his mouth, but he is at a loss for words.

The scent of your arousal is overwhelming him, and your gentle touch with your rough fingers is scrambling Giyuu's thoughts. And when you lean over, all he can think about is your lips being so close to his.

In Giyuu's silence you say, "Giyuu you would make a wonderful Daddy. I figure you to be strict, but I wouldn't mind you putting me over your lap and spanking my ass sore when I annoy you." You let go of his chin, dragging your fingertips down his neck to his the start of his leather chest piece. You add, "Wouldn't I be so much easier to deal with if you could shut me up by shoving your cock in my mouth?"

Giyuu finds his voice as he tells you, "You can be quite the brat. But why would I want to spank your ass and hurt you?"

You offer Giyuu, "I'll show you if you want me to." Who picks up the bottle and takes a swing before he sets the bottle further off to the side. And he pats his lap, not trusting his voice.

You lay across his lap, and for the first time Giyuu let himself stare at your ass in your tight dark pants. Which is a mixture of leather and thick fabric to keep you warm and to offer some protection from the natural elements.

You ask Giyuu, "Are you comfortable with this?" And you feel Giyuu's hand on your ass, as he grabs right cheek and starts softly massaging you. The thought of enjoying hitting you is beyond him, but if you like it, maybe there is something to it.

Giyuu says, "Yes, sorry, the smell of your wetness is overwhelming. All I want to do is bury my face between your legs. You just smell so fucking good and yummy."

You ask him, "You mean you've been able to smell how horny I am for you this whole time!" You're grateful that laying across his lap with your butt in his face, while he softly massages your butt, keeps him from seeing your face. And you having to look at him while finding this out.

Giyuu's hard cock is pressing into your belly as he says, "I didn't want to assume it was me." Giyuu's voice softens as he adds, "And I don't even really know how to solve your problem." You thought maybe Giyuu had only had softer sex but finding out you are about to be his first.

Slowly you get off Giyuu's lap, standing up and holding out your hand as you say, "I don't mind showing you how to take care of me. But for our first time, I want to spoil you. Look after you the way you have for me."

GIyuu looks up at you and takes your hand and stands up as you tug on his hand, his brows furrowing in confusion. He confesses, "I don't want a one-time thing." Seeing you back there flirting with that man and leaving with him had made his chest ache. At first he blamed it on believing the guy was up to no good, which he couldn't convince you of. So he could shove down the belief that he is jealous of him. And after tonight he wouldn't be able to travel with you and see you take another lover after knowing what it's like to be in their place.

You are quick to assure Giyuu by saying, "For you, it won't be because if I have you, then I don't need anyone else." His cheeks flush pink as his eyes darken, the corner of his lips twist up into a smirk.

He steps closer and leans down to whisper in your ear, "That implies you need me." You grab onto his leather jacket that covers his leather and cloth shirt. Both of you needed a dip in the lake before you take Giyuu's virginity.

Letting Giyuu's jacket go as you pull away, flicking your hand and making the fire die out. You smile up at him and say, "More than you need me. " As you tug him towards the lake, the two of you passed on the while trying to find a good sized clearing to camp.

Giyuu's eyebrows pinch together, and his nose wrinkles up as he scowls. As he warns you, "Don't tell me a clear lie," Giyuu takes a leap and adds, "Daddy doesn't like to waste his time on naughty girls who aren't honest. If I didn't need you, then you wouldn't be by my side still." He grabs your hips and pulls your body to his, as he adds,

"I need you, want you, and I'm craving every part of you. Now let's get to clean up so we can make love to each other underneath the full moon and the stars."

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[tinandabin]

Hello Tina (if it's alright to call you that), I hope that you're well. Since requests are currently open, can I request a Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader (yandere or not is up to you)?

The story is she was a passenger at the Mugen Train (let him live, he deserves it 😔), that was seated close to him, and they have a good time. As he was recovering from the Battle (where he was talking about Reader to Senjuro and his friends always). Then one day, Reader went to visit him to express her gratitude.

If this is too detailed and you don't like it, then feel free to ignore this request.

That's all and thank you!❤

He's certainly one of my favorite characters of all time.

Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

a/n: the satisfaction I felt when I wrote the end 😌👌 hopefully u would like the ending. :) and yes @anfre109, you are right. He didn't deserve to die :'(

( where I found the above picture )

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Getting on the train with your luggage was no easy task when you were getting pushed around. Would not recommend it. 

"Agghhhh," Grumbling, you dragged your luggage across the train's floor and were ready to take a nap right there when a man with flaming red hair, very unique, came towards you. 

"Let me help you, ma'am!" His boisterous voice half-yelled. No problem. You have dealt with more weird people. 

Smiling at him you nodded and said, "Thank you!" 

"May I know which seat number you are supposed to be at?" His owl-like stare turned towards you as he without any difficulty picked up the luggage. Would 100% marry him. 

"Ah, yes, let me check my ticket," Glancing at your ticket you told him your seat number which he replied with his cheery laughter as he told, "What a surprise! We are seatmates." 

Oh. Sitting next to a hot man who is also strong and seems nice? Gods are being too nice, now aren't they. 

Reaching your seats you both settled down after the flaming hot man put your luggage in its respective places. 

"I am Kyojuro Rengoku! May I have the honour of knowing your name?" Respective. Getting the wedding ring ready. 

"I am (Name) (Last Name), it's a pleasure to meet you, Rengoku-San." Grinning at him, you answered his question. 

"Hahaha, the pleasure is all mine (Last Name)-San!" His enthusiastic voice is so nice to listen to! You can smell the favouritism of the Gods. 

You both chatted for....you don't know. But whatever, both of your morals were similar but different at the same time. You both also liked food a lot. Food is very tasty. You had also asked about his..sword. 

"Rengoku-san, why do you carry a sword with you?" Pointing at the weapon, you questioned him. Yes, he is handsome, respectful and nice but in no way do you look forward to dying today.

"I am a member of the demon slayer corps! Our job is to slay demons who feast upon the flesh of humans!" Proudly, he explained his job. Also explains how he wants to save people. 

Nodding, not really believing all that demon crap, you were about to ask more about his job when the lights started flickering and a very ugly, I repeat, very ugly monstrous creature appeared. 

"Please! Sit back and leave this part of the train!" Still smiling, he yelled at the passengers as all of them started pushing each other and leaving. One even stepped onto your foot..Fucking bastards.

You would leave too, but... It's not everyday you see such creatures!! And the fact you would get to see more Rengoku-san being strong? Signing up.

Laughing, a half-naked boar man launched itself at the monstrous creature. Is the boar not a monster? You didn't even notice him. 

"THIS IS SO SCARY!!" A yellow-haired boy, who is cute, ran towards the seat you were looking behind from not noticing you. 

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"KYAAAA!!!! A BEAUTIFUL GIRL?!!?" Blushing, immediately started proposing to you, not giving fuck about the monster anymore.

"If you bare your fangs at innocent people, my bright red flame sword will burn you to the bone!" Does he ever stop smiling? How do his cheeks not hurt? 

As soon as he finished saying that, a flame-like trail followed his sword as he went for the monsters neck. 

How what how. 

As soon as he chopped the monster's neck off, it started degenerating? Isn't it supposed to just stop moving and not...do that? What the fuck.

"Hey...what was that?" Looking towards the yellow-haired boy as he basked in the attention you were giving him, he said, "A demon."

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"So, you were not lying when you said demons exist." Humming, he looked out the window, the passengers long asleep. 

"What was that flame-like thing that followed your sword?" Curiously you asked him. No bad intentions. 

Chuckling he replied, "That is a breathing style. Every demon slayer has one. I use flame breathing!" 

Slightly tired because you aren't used to talking this much, you fell asleep. At the same time did the rest of the demon slayers fell asleep. 

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The next time you woke up, the train was not on the tracks, passengers were passed out plus the sun was out. Did you really just sleep through such a big accident? 

Groaning, you got up as you slightly touched your head as you looked around for any signs of your new friends, which they insisted. 

Confused, you got up as you heard some wailing and sobbing. Walking that way your breath hitched at what you saw.

( a/n: to make kyojuro survive I will have to change some of his injuries. Don't come after me. )

Rengoku-san was covered in blood yet he was smiling. His eye was smashed and his leg a bit bent over, his left hand's pinky and thumb seemed broken. It also seemed as he had broken a rib.

Sensing someone's gaze on him, he turned your way and smiled sadly at you. 

"(Last Name)-san," He acknowledged you before he could also invite you in his final moments you ran to the passed out passengers and started looking through their luggage. Call you a thief or whatever but you are looking for some medical stuff that could treat Rengoku. 

Grabbing all the stuff you found, you ran towards where Rengoku was and pushed the other demon slayers out of the way, I mean you are a doctor. 

You firstly started to treat his smashed eye because you don't have the right equipment to treat his broken rib, plus if you look closely you can see that the broken rib isn't causing any damage to his internal organs. 

After wrapping his smashed eye you treated his bent-over leg, ouch, that seems like it hurts a ton. 

Applying some ointment onto his bent-over leg and then wrapping it up in bandages you started treating his broken fingers, doesn't seem like they would work any longer. The same goes for his eye.

Never had you worked so fast. Looking up at Rengoku to only see him passed out and just as you were about to get up the black-haired with burgundy tips stopped you and started expressing his gratitude for saving Rengoku's life. 

Patting him on the back you calmly said, "It's my job to save people, calm down. He will live."

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You have been visiting Kyojuro a lot. First reason, you are the one who is treating him and second, you are both... very close friends. He also insisted to call him by his first name. Who would say no?

Reaching his estate, Senjuro welcomed you in and took you towards Kyojuro's room. 

"Big brother is really excited to see you again, (Name)-san!" Senjuro beamed at you. Ever since you saved Kyojuro's life, their house has been more cheery and happy. Even his father is trying to quit drinking and start being better. 

Senjuro pushed you inside the room and ran away to God knows where. Chuckling to yourself you looked around to see Kyojuro looking at you with a light blush on his face. 

When he spoke your life changed. Literally. For the good though.

"You are the most special person in my life. I want you to follow me. I’ll show you a lifetime of happiness! I want to be with you until the day I die. Let’s build a family of joyful smiles together!"

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Sighing happily, you stroked Kyojuro's sleeping face as he nuzzled closer into your neck. 

I guess the Gods were being nice for a reason. 

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I have like no knowledge of how people used to propose to others in the Taisho era and I also don't know the right way to treat wounds so what I wrote of reader bandaging and applying ointment is probably the wrong method. don't come after me.

( where I found the above picture )

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[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Arya Month : Smallfolk ( and leadership)

A great lesson Ned taught his children was that a leader ought to listen all their people and trully know them.

Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. "Know the men who follow you," she heard him tell Robb once, "and let them know you. Don't ask your men to die for a stranger." At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.

On the above passage we see that this advice was directed at Robb, which makes sense considering that he was Ned’s eldest son and his heir. It’s Arya though the one who takes the lesson to heart. During that point of the story nobody expected her to achieve a position of power (and she still haven’t at the current moment of the series) however the fact that she knows that a good lord must associate with his people and loves doing this makes her a good potential ruler.

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father's table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her "Arya Underfoot," because he said that was where she always was. She'd liked that a lot better than "Arya Horseface."

She loves spending time with the smallfolk and that’s why they have given her the endearing nickname “Arya Underfoot”. 

Another passage where Arya's love for smallfolk is highlighted comes from her sister Sansa's POV chapter:

Sansa knew all about the sort of people Arya liked to talked to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken free riders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anyone.

Lastly, Arya herself has lived as a commoner for the majority of the books so she knows better than most nobles the problems and struggles the smallfolk face. The fact that she understands them so well and can empathize with their problems makes her a better ruler candidate than the rest of westerosi classist nobles.