#filthy talk

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[tojisun]

saw this post before my ass accidentally refreshed the goddamn feed BUT BUT—

someone said her man would grunt in her ears and say something like, “c’mon baby, fuck me back.”

and when she says, “s’too big :((” her mans apparently replies with, “well, s’all yours so take it all.”

I SCREWCHED??? ITS SO KYLE IM GONNA CRY

[slttygeto]

hanma kisses your cheeks a lot. and its such a contrast to how filthy he can be. he whispers dirty things into your ear about how he “cant wait to stuff you full of his cock” or how he wants to “lick you through your panties” and then he pulls away and kisses your cheek while grinning.

[wisteriagoesvroom]

what if. what if this was my last straw.

via mclaren ig stories

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

[whirlybirbs]

True form All Might maybe?

TOSHINORI YAGI's voice is like melted butter; warm and rich. It's decadent and it spills across your skin as his mouth ghosts up the line of your throat.

The bedroom is dark, but you don't need to see him to know that he's lost his hold on sensibility. It's the cadence of his voice, the stutter-step of his hips, the desperate feel of his hands around your face.

"God, baby, I love you," he babbles, his long, lean torso pressed against yours as he fucks you slow and steady and thorough into the mattress, "You're so perfect, you're so beautiful — Sh-Shit! I fucking l-love you—"

His heavy cock draws in and out of you languidly, the feeling hiking your pleasure up a notch as he buries a bruising kiss against your lips; his large, calloused hands hold your face close to his.

"You're s-so perfect," he's muttering roughly, the heat of the words scorching your skin as he kisses your neck. He's fucking you a little rougher now, his thrusts a bit harsher, his hold a bit less tender, "Y-You take me so well, don't you? You like it, f-fuck, when I get a little rough? When I can't control myself?"

You do. God, you do. In the heat of it all, in the darkness, you nod feebly as a gasp is wrung out of you — the pad of his thumb dances in a rough circle across your clit as his pace increases. It makes you drag him down for a rough kiss, one that makes you tug on his bangs and earns you a throaty hum. He pulls away long enough to grit out a shaky moan.

He's close. You're closer.

It's delicious.

In the dark, it's just him and his voice. It's just a tenderness that bleeds into desperation, it's just a need that makes you both dissolve into bitten kisses and rough hands.

His voice, though, is still so damn warm.

"What's it like", he gasps into your mouth, "To know you make All Might lose control?"

He gets his answer:

You cum.

— [ send an ask: birbs' smut blurbs ; minors dni ]

[lordoflightning]

gotouge was rly like, “here’s a nice kid!! now lets put him through the horrors”

[azelmaandeponine]

Gotta love how the Gravity Falls fandom still has no media literacy and is putting out the worst """character analysis""" videos known to man.

[sabo-torao]

Small disclaimer before you head in: this whole post will be referencing the TCB translation. I know VIZ handled the exchange I'm discussing differently, but I couldn't find anyone who talked about the original version and as a result I don't really know who is closer to the original meaning. In any case, the "analysis" should still stand. Whether Dragon was commenting Sabo's firmness or admiring his resolution, Sabo's still putting on a mask, and that's the point I'm trying to break down. Enjoy!

This very specific interaction between Dragon and Sabo in chapter 1083 has always stuck out to me.

"My, you really are unshakeable."

which is an appropriate response to what Sabo said, of course. What kind of sensitive person reacts that way to the death of an innocent, right?

Even so, I can't help but compare the thing Sabo said to his actual, genuine reaction to King Kobra's death.

He's devastated.

Sabo brokenly screams Kobra's name, and his expression is one of full despair; he never thought about killing Kobra, let alone letting him die. On the contrary, he actively tried to save him.

Kobra told him to just let him go, that he was dead weight and he shouldn't be concerned about him, but Sabo straight up refused. In fact, Kobra's actions read way more as a sacrifice than an inevitable death; the king let himself die, knowing that this way Sabo could flee and reach Vivi and Luffy safely.

On the Lulusian ship, we see Sabo think about Kobra's last words to him and actively trying not to cry (and failing).

That's not an unshakable man. He's suffering, he's grieving. He realizes he failed his very own mission of saving the king and lets the meaning behind Kobra's actions and words sink in.

It really puts his former reaction into perspective.

Sabo's firmness, seriousness and coldness in front of Dragon and Ivankov are nothing but a façade. He acknowledges that what he's about to say might come off as harsh, and that, even if he does feel sorry for Kobra, the tragedy doesn't weigh him down thanks to the results it brought, but it all sounds like he's reassuring himself more than actually showing his indifference.

Hell, he even drinks his glass of wine right after having said that "he doesn't really care". How can anyone take his words seriously?

And we've been knowing Sabo is inclined to do this sort of thing since Dressrosa; he acted all cool and composed in front of Luffy but the second Koala called him on the Den Den Mushi he was weeping, having a hard time believing that his little brother didn't punch him or hate him for being alive all along. He even denied he was crying!

All because Sabo hates being seen as vulnerable, especially in front of the people he thinks he has to be strong for (Luffy, Dragon, etc). It's something I think goes back to how his parents treated him, since they scolded him for, y'know, having emotions and being a normal kid in need of love, but i digress.

I once saw someone describing Sabo as a very cold person in comparison to his brothers, even going as far as to say that Sabo doesn't care if people die if it means achieving the Revolutionary Army's goals (using this very interaction as proof), which couldn't be further away from the truth.

Bonney even says outright that it's weird seeing a "radical revolutionary" act so friendly when Sabo helps her out. Why would he do this if all he ever did was for "The Cause"?

Yes, Sabo is ruthless, rude, violent at times, and his friendly demeanor could be seen as a little more volatile than that of his brothers', but he's not heartless. He's not a "meanings to an end" guy, he proves it time and time and time again, and it's disheartening seeing people label him as such.

Sabo is kind. He may not be as warm as Ace and Luffy, but he is fundamentally a good person. A generous, kind, caring, sensitive person.

No matter how hard he tries to hide it.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Rise of Kyoshi deleted chapter/conversation: Animated

(Kyoshi thought Kelsang thinking she was the Avatar was her only trouble, but she miscalculated. Rangi's inquiry reveals a new level of uncomfortable conversations she'll have to tackle in the future.)

[intofuckedupthings]

What’s the hottest things a man can do?

Me - just talk the most dirtiest, filthiest and nastiest things you want to do with me.

I will be on my knees for you

[reveluving]

wanting more ; miguel o'hara x reader

a/n: I did it!! Heavily debated on posting this or the fluff I had in mind but this plagued my mind like crazy. S/O TO MY PRECIOUS @kirbyskisses-main FOR HELPING ME WITH THE SPANISH BIT. I wouldn't dare making this without their help 🤧💗

warnings: implied s~mut (minors DNI!), possessive!Miguel, dirty talking, one (1) spank

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Melting at the thought of Miguel holding you by the waist, your back against his chest as you both face the wide bedroom mirror. He has his face in your neck.

Your intoxicating scent, a whiff like no other, giving him an adrenaline rush thanks to his advanced sense of smell.

"Tú eres preciosa." He cooed, peppering kisses on your shoulder.

You want to shy away, but his groans would turn into growls the second he knows you're even thinking about looking away from this wonderful sight of debauchery.

Away from his intense red eyes as he expressed his insatiable hunger for you.

The best thing you could do was look back through half-lidded eyes.

He wants you to look at him in the eye, watch him savour your body but he'll let you off the hook.

For now.

It's hard to believe you were the villainess who never once failed instilling fear in the hearts of citizens, now a part of the Spider Society and one of the few members without Spider powers.

Yet, here you were, nothing more than a sweet whimpering mess in the arms of what had to be the most hard-bitten head of the society, now letting you know how much he loves you, how much he yearns for you...

How much he needs you.

His white sweater looked enormous on you, the turtleneck only looked like a wide collar, letting Miguel have a peek of what was underneath—what was essentially his.

The self-consciousness you have over your body be damned, if your legs are out, he is done for. It is on sight.

"Show me," He groaned in your ear, nipping and lightly scraping your neck with his fangs, "Show me what's mine."

You had a feeling of what he was referring to and reached for the collar, pulling them down to your cleavage with a shaky hand and revealing the hickies and lovebites he had left this morning.

Just before he let you leave for a mission.

He hummed in approval, raising one of his hands to your collarbone to trace the marks he unabashedly left on you. He would've done more, he would've killed for a couple more minutes just to feel your tight hole milking his cock or even clenching on his thick fingers, but no.

Duty had to call him.

But it didn't matter, not anymore, not when you were right here at his mercy. His other hand ran up your side slowly, squeezing the flesh of your thighs before sliding the hem of his sweater up over your breasts.

"I want you leave this sweater on when you ride my cock, cariño," He rasped, his voice going deeper than you thought was possible before drawing a whine out of you as he bucked his hips against your ass, "I want you to hold it up, let me watch your tits bounce everytime time your force me in."

You shuddered at the very though of his girth.

The hand he had tracing your collarbone suddenly shot up to hold your chin, squeezing your cheeks a little as he continued. You could see the slight upturn of his lips as you arched your back.

"And if you ever let it drop, even just a little over your nipples," There was a dangerous lilt in his tone, only to draw out a high-pitched scream as he suddenly slapped your left ass cheek. The unmistakable 'smack!' echoing off the walls of your bedroom. He chuckled.

"Well, you'll see."

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

[hoodienanami]

casting daniel kaluuya, a camden town native who grew up in a council estate like many members of british punk bands did, as hobie brown was so genius he really brought the kind of swagger that only british punks can bring

[miyuhpapayuh]

Coming to spill again lmfao yallll an eater AND a beater AND a lover boy?! I'm swelling up all over again just thinking about how he just dug— and then put his fin— and I just couldn't stop cumm— and his dick was in my— and I'm riding his f— and he's pulling my h—

Consider me a hollow shell until further notice. 🫠

[bonefall]

I’m rereading Po3 and despite its flaws I really enjoyed the introduction to the three. Jaykit isn’t mentioned to be blind in the first few chapters and instead they chose to show how much MORE capable he is compared to his littermates; until at the end of chapter 3, he brings up his blindness on his own. It makes forcing him to be a medicine cat SO much more frustrating because it really feels like they’re setting him up to be a warrior and choose his own fate (note i haven’t finished the reread this is just my first impression)

I like how you seem to take that path in BB regardless! It makes his arc so much more enjoyable

His arc in canon is super frustrating because he's such an independent character who clearly wants to make his own decisions in life, but then he just gets shoved into the medcat den. I LIKE that he ultimately goes there and that he enjoys it; but it was still really fucked up that they stripped away his autonomy in the process.

Re: they are not real, they are writing choices. Taking away the choices a disabled character can make over their own life, forcing them into a celibate nun role, and then going "awwwww dont worry see? he likes it! This was the best thing for him :)" was fucked up.

And imo it didn't have to be that way! You wouldn't have to go the FULL route I did with big changes, he could just be more involved in the descision to stop being a warrior apprentice and it would be fine. Minor change that would make a world of difference.

I do also have to interject to say though... blindness should really not be an extremely severe impairment for a ThunderClan cat.

I'm dead serious.

Whiskers are built-in sensors that tell you the exact position of everything within several inches of your head, ears swerve to pick up sound, and the jacobson's organ provides a sense of smell so keen that I have an entire Clanmew expansion draft because I needed to make WORDS describing the power of this sense that humans do not have. I cannot stress enough how delicate their other senses are, felines do not rely on their sight like primates do

ThunderClan lives in a mixed-oak woodland, where sight is already often obscured by foliage, objects are close together (for whiskers to feel), and nearly every movement makes noise against the leaf litter. RiverClan and (moor-running) WindClan cats would have a harder time with this disability than Thunder or Shadow.

Cat sight SUCKS to begin with. It sucks BADDD. They don't have color vision, they're significantly nearsighted, and they can't track up-and-down movements well. WC doesn't write realistic cats (more like small fuzzy people really) and I also work with more humanesque eyesight, but the only thing Jay should really lose is an ability to rapidly track a small animal swerving fast. Blind cats are often still excellent hunters in spite of that!

So it's an extra big waste that they railroaded him into a position he didn't choose, saying he couldn't be a warrior. This is the perfect disability to write, if you want to explore how ableism can impact the characters in this society who ARE legitimately still capable of nearly full independence, but still need to find accommodations for what they can't do.

In the same arc they're doing the dumb Cinder Reincarnation Plotline, no less!! Where SHE is also feeling like she has no choice over her "destiny," and gets a conflict over a potentially disabling injury

"Oh nooo if cinderpaw breaks her leg she wont be a warrior!"

"What the f-- Im Jaypaw and im reporting live from the scene where a Category 1 Idiot Moment is taking place. Woman breaks leg, suddenly everyone believes she is a horse, more at 11."

One of these days I should really make "herb guides" just covering how various sensory disabilities impact the lives of Clan cats and some tips for writing them as warriors, especially between Clans. Stuff you wouldn't usually consider, like how much noise deaf cats tend to make, how RiverClan would get a ton of sinus infections and lose their sense of smell, being blind in Sky vs Thunder, etc.