#i simply couldn't but I can respect the grind

[sanpape]

funger fans who are obsessed with the non playable contestants are truly gods bravest soldiers.

[milknst4rz]

My medicine tastes like you

syn: Your patient! Toji wants your medicine, luckily you know just what he needs!!

CW: fingering, slight overstimulation, finger sucking, fingering, ass eating, cunnilingus

@blkkizzat I have succumbed to Toji...

divider by: @/cafekitsune

You were a scientist, a bit mad some would say but you didn't mind. Your clients were all respectful to some extent, except for a few. Nothing that you couldn't handle though..right?

Except, there was him. Toji Fushiguro, a pain in your ass for all the wrong reasons. The way his muscular arms tensed when he crossed them, or the way his sweatpants did nothing to cover the large, bulging imprint of his cock. Not to mention the way his hands felt, nice and rough against your smooth skin.

So, when he arrived for some extra treatment, who were you to say no?

Toji shoved two of his sticky wet fingers inside your hot mouth and grinned maliciously as you slurped on them sloppily. A small dribble of drool escaped the corner of your lips and her scooped it up with his middle finger, soon pressing that one in as well. You panted and moaned loudly as he withdrew his glistening hand and started to rub circles around your needy pussy.

His palm grinded into your clit so nicely you just couldn't stop yourself from trying to pull him closer. "Such a little slut, aren't you?" Toji smirked as you bit your lip to stay quiet and scowl at him. "This is mm- not sluttiness. It's simply an experiment." Even as you said this, there was no way anyone could miss the shakiness of your voice. You were just so eager and so ready to be filled up. It honestly was a bit pathetic.

Your little whimpers and pants grew in volume as you felt those fingers push inside you. His thick fingers stretched your tight cunt quite nicely and you couldn't wait to feel his cock. "Right there! ah- oh! hey don't- wait!" you gasped as Toji bent your legs towards you, fingers thrusting in and out of you with a lewd slurp! Your cunt was convulsing around him with every curl and even the slightest movement pulled you into a moaning frenzy.

"Only sluts would sit here and let themselves be fucked by their patient, doll." Toji stated as he places himself on the ground.

"I'm not- ah! shit- oh my gosh, don't stop!" you cried out as you felt his tongue start to suck harshly on your clit, lightly grazing it with his teeth. He pulled his fingers out and promptly started to devour you.

His tongue swirled inside your cunt, pressing against your gummy walls with rapid movements. He grunted as he pressed his face closer to your drooling pussy. Toji brought a long sloppy kiss to your clit, sucking and licking as if he was a starved man.

You squealed as you felt his tongue start to lick your other hole, sliding his tongue inside the warm hole with a grunt. You could feel him, moving around and fucking his tongue into you, causing your sweet pussy to gush more and more.

He moved his head back and forth quickly, lapping up both his saliva and your juices before pulling away and standing between your parted legs.

"If you can handle me eating that pussy of yours for six rounds, then I'll give you what you're so desperately craving. Got it?"

He didn't even wait for you to answer him, he just planted his face right back in between your thighs with the intent of his own experiment.

You certainly wouldn't stop him.

[aristia-pjoheadcanons]

i love your headcanons! can you write percy jackson x daughter of hades??

(nsfw, sfw, or both)

percy jackson dating a daughter of hades

pairings: percy jackson x reader

warnings: (sfw) + nsfw

author's note: I love writing nsfw, remember that I always age up the characters when writing NSFW!

->masterlist

art by vidia

Being the daughter of hades has its perks, people stay away from you the moment you were claimed. They know better, but the bad thing is that you couldnt find yourself getting comfortable with others if it meant that you couldn't use your powers completely during games/sparring.

Luckily for you, percy is your guy. he can keep up with any attacks or summons or any power you have - and he does not let you down.

he never gets scared of anything you show him (perks of defeating a one titan and one goddess before the age of 18).

Besides, he has two good friends who are also a child of hades/pluto. He is interested in what you can do, but respects it if you dont wanna show him.

In a relationship percy does not mind showing what he likes about you, touching you, holding hands and lacing your fingers together everywhere, staring at you across the room and quirking up an eyebrow in a teasing way (just to see if you react or not).

in a relationship, I feel like percy has no shame in trying to make you flustered, in the same way he does not mind showing you how he likes it.

grabbing your waist when you stand and talk to someone, butting in when you dance with someone other than him, trying to tease you and flirt with you across the room - knowing damn well people are enjoying the show.

He loves to see how you react when he touches your delicate spots, the small of your back, your spine, thigh, inner wrists, anything that has soft skin he is willing to simply graze it with his long fingers - and pull back when you look at him.

other times he just full on stares at you in challenge, like he knows you cant resist the simple touches.

you might ask,

what are you doing?

but he will always give the same answer or some type off variant,

what do you think i'm doing?

by the way, he definetly know you like it when he talks in a husky and deep way. his voice already got deep during puberty, but he really takes it to another level.

he likes to watch you with hooded eyes when he lets out a deep chuckle, he knows you like the vibration coming from his throat.

he knows you like his warmth, and has no issues pressing close to you, even while standing. imagine youre just standing somewhere, and he suddenly comes and bumps his chest close to your body, and keeps it there. he doesnt grind or do anything but he just likes pressing himself close to you.

he wants to know the way you like it.

he likes it when you kiss his neck instead of his lips. or when you check him out from afar, but when he gets close you get shy

ugghhh bedroom eyes pleeeassee stop it percy. he knows a nice blush will form on your face or he has at least memorized what you do, what type of facial expressions you make when you're flustered. this man knows you from the inside out. understands your likes and dislikes and makes it his whole entire personality.

he gets reminded of you whenever he is with someone, wether its someones laugh or anything romantic really. his mind doozes off and he starts to think about you, your lips and your voice, your body underneath him--

he quickly pulls himself away from such thoughts, gets embarassed. but if you are dating, he's bound to think about something at least.

using his powers to make you feel good, forcing the water to give you a nice massage

whenever he watches you use your powers he gets somewhat turned on when you're being intimidating.

i dont want to be stereotypical, but if you do wear dark-coloured clothes and have piercings, dyed hair he just likes the fact that you stick out. but if he likes you, then you are the center of his universe.

things would start out slow between you two,

kisses and flirting->following each other around->

to suddenly backing each other against the wall or any surface

teasing both by pushing your limits, he likes to tilt his head to the side and watch you with his eyes while you try to keep a poker-face.

too bad, percy has mastered the art of poker-faced (refrence to kane chronicles and percy jackson crossover), he can go all day (and yes i mean that in both ways-or all ways)

but he's hesitant to go further with you, so initiate it.

istg, imagine him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk on his beautiful face - while you get changed slowly on purpose (he knows but he's enjoying the show), and just cast a glance over your shoulder and hes locked it, he will only focus his gaze on you. even if people call his name from outside his cabin, he wont turn his back. he takes in every feature, every movement,...

sheesh his toned abdomen. he didn't think it did anything to you at first, but he noticed how you would watch his shirt roll up whenever he leaned back or how your gaze would flicker to his biceps - so he started to wear his sweatpants low, like really low just to see your reaction. even if you dont make a big deal out of it, he knows you're screaming inside.

in percy's mind, theres something about knowing that someone desires you that makes him give that in return to you. like if he knows you want him, his desires for you grows twice as strong. knowing someone wants him, every part of him, that is enough to spark arousal in this guy.

do anything and he is watching. you are special to him, his one and only. and as the poets say, you are his other half.

touchign and playing with your hair, expose some of your neck, or just watch him with casual eyes and he just gives you a knowing-smirk. he knows when you want it and when you're up for it.

i feel like hes the type of guy to get turned on when you get turned on, your reactions are important to him. you moan, he moans. its as simple as that.

if you like to change up your style every now and then hes transfixed by the way you're casual one day and suddenly glamorous, or when you dress with clothes that most wouldnt wear or when you dress according to a group like the punks, goths or tomboys - hes just fascinated by you.

licks his lips and watched your lips when you talk. you dont even need to be talking to you. hes just memorizing your features. and when hes done with that he chooses the he likes the most.

ogle ogle ogle

quit staring

is a coming saying from you. you're met with the same response,

*quirks eyebrow and doesnt say anything, poker-faced*

sometimes you're met with a smirk.

sheesh. i feel like when he gets flustered he doesnt want to stop staring at you but he does anyway because he wants to try to hide it. lowering his head, looking away quickly and looking down -> smiling at himself for such a reaction but also silently complimenting you for making him react in such a way. everyday is exciting, he wants more. i guess this guy likes the adrenalin, perhaps is reminds him of the curse of achillies in a way?

sing a song and dance around or lip sync. i feel like he sometimes manspreads guys, like i know its annoying when you're sitting next to someone, but he means no harm. besides, usually on the subway he stands even if theres an empty seat.

but when he is sitting he spreads and leans back and watches you. sometimes he comes forward and rests his forearms on his knees to get a better view. if someone gets in the view ex. stands in front of him or blocks the view, he clicks his tongue and tries to look around. if a guy starts talking to you or dances with you theres a minuscule feeling of bitter hate in his chest that runs pretty hot and deep in his veins, luckily he doesnt make a scene but just sits there irritated. wipe that frown off his face plz.

has developed a habit of touching his hair and scratching his neck because of you. he starting doing does habits becuase he wants to seem cool and look good, but also because he gets nervous

he naturally smells like sea-water, but started to wear a musky, deep, hollow scent as his cologne so that when he puts his jacket around you - you can smell him and smell like him the rest of the day/night.

likes it when you lay in his bed so he remembers how you smell, its comforting - but not always good if it keeps him up at night

not a very innapropriate or suggestive person but gives his friends "the look" when you're being sexy on purpose. not to make fun of you or undermine you, but because he needs to make sure everyone is also getting this, phew.

like i said, he likes your scent - but secretly lays down in your bed (even if you're in the top bunk hes going to climb up there shamelessly) so that it smells like you and hopes it keeps you awake at night too.

if you try to tease him for staring or try to stare back at him he maintains eye contact and sometimes blurts out:

pretty

[yanderestarangel]

♡ 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 | 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

TW: dom!nanami kento, objectification, humiliation, degradation, v!sex, oral (f!re), dark themes, extreme smut, nsfw, reader is himbo, power play, manipulation, corruption, erodark, master x sub, teacher nanami x student reader, virgin reader, aggressive sex, porn plot, dark!nanami kento, sadism.

You didn't like him, and he couldn't understand the logical reason for such actions. Nanami Kento was your college biology teacher, he was a polite and serious man, but you simply didn't respect him! You didn't attend his classes, you always rolled your eyes in disdain when he scolded you, even suspensions didn't work anymore, Kento had reached his limit, for several reasons. The main thing about him was that your lack of interest in everything and especially in him, made him grind his teeth in anger and a sadistic desire to make you suffer, to make you suffer by his hands.

You were pretty, young and bratty, a dangerous and perfect combo in Kento's eyes, he hated how hard his dick got when he saw you walk by. How beautifully you smile at your friends in class. How you challenged him, as if he wasn't important enough for your attention. That awakened his fury and darkest desires, how he wanted to bend you over some table and spank your pussy until you screamed and cried his name, apologizing for having treated him so badly.

So, he soon discovered your weak point, your grades.

You needed to go straight to the other semester of college, but his grade was the main thing to define your failure or your success. He smiled brightly at the discovery, he could take revenge on you and still get what he always wanted... You.

"-Well (Y/N) it seems that there are a few mistakes in your test." Nanami said, retrieving your paper and glancing at the "incorrect" answers - They were all correct, but he had the power to simply clear everything and fail you - you were confused, swearing you had studied hard to pass his class.

"-But don't worry, I'd be more than happy to help you understand the material better." He leaned closer, his voice lowering to a whisper. "-I could give you some private tutoring sessions, if you'd like. Just between us, of course." His gaze was intense, suggesting a different kind of tutoring that went beyond academics. You tried to leave, do what your mind was telling you, run away, but the blonde man's calloused and strong fingers grabbed your hair and Nanami's grip on your scalp tightened, a mixture of dominance and desperation in his eyes. His desire for you seemed to consume him, his facade crumbling under the weight of his lust.

"-Do you think you can resist me little brat?" Nanami growled, his voice laced with a raw intensity. "-You've tempted me for a long time and now it's time to submit, I'm tired of you."

He knelt before you, your gaze fixed on his, while his other hand grabbed your thigh possessively. "-And if you think your grades won't suffer if you resist, you're sadly mistaken."

As Nanami spoke, his fingers crept up your inner thigh, teasingly close to your most intimate area. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over your thigh, he placed a dangerous, loveless kiss on your skin - just a bittersweet threat to your position there. Nanami's intense gaze locked onto his, palpable dominance in him as he let go of your hair and praised you for your submission. The mixture of fear and excitement coursed through your veins, sharpening your senses and leaving you breathless, it was a dangerous situation, but something there, something in the veins of anger, his gaze filled with hate and desire, his eyebrows furrowed into a line, the trembling lips, the veins pulsing in his muscular arms - all of that gave you an aesthetic pleasure, a forbidden pleasure -

"-Good boy" he continued, as he handed him the bottle of lubricant. His own arousal was evident as he unzipped his pants, releasing his hardened erection, his fat, pulsing cock popping out of his clothes, presenting itself to your gaze.

"-Get ready doll boy." The teacher ordered, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of need. "-Use the lube to make the way easier for me."

He watched you intently, his eyes full of expectation and even a sadistic vengeful pleasure, an ununderstood anger, however, was there - as you applied the lubricant to yourself. The smoothness of the gel against your skin sent waves of pleasure throughout your body, mixing with nervous excitement.

Meanwhile, Kento stroked his length, his fingers moving in rhythmic motions as he watched you prepare yourself under his guidance. Every touch, every movement, was meticulously calculated to increase his desire and make you crave his touch even more.

Nanami's eyes became transfixed on your intimate display, his own arousal intensifying with every movement you made. The sight of your tight virgin pussy and your struggle to slide a finger inside only further fueled his eagerness to have you soon for him, he felt like a god, he had never felt so powerful.

He continued to stroke his erection, his eyes never leaving you, his gaze filled with a hunger that mirrored his own.

As you moaned sweetly in front of him, Nanami could no longer resist the temptation. He needed to feel you, taste your exuberant sweetness.

With a primal grunt, he stood up and quickly advanced towards your, pressing your back against the table. His hands grabbed your hips possessively, taking control of the situation.

"-Enough preparation, be a good boy and spread those thighs wide for me."

He quickly coated his fingers with more lube, making sure your entrance was slick and ready for him, the thought of burying himself deep inside you made him almost lose control.

With an authoritative yet gentle touch - The sight of your swollen entrance and your pulsing clit made his mouth water with anticipation - Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste your essence. He savored the sweet taste of your arousal, his lips and tongue working expertly to bring you pleasure.

As he paid attention to your sensitive nub, he could feel your body responding, your moans and tremors urging him to thrust harder, the taste of juices and lubrication staining the older man's lips - his tongue danced over your throbbing clit, shaking and turning deftly. He could feel your breathing quickening, your moans getting louder, and it only fueled his own hunger for you.

"-Fuck pretty boy, I need to fuck you here and now." He leans over and spits on your pussy, not a gesture of lubricating your little hole even more, but rather a demonstration of power, placing you on a pedestal of just a cheap whore, but Kento's brown eyes said something else, something confusing. Yes, he wanted to take revenge on you, but to what extent had he not used his feelings of anger to cover up a passion or obsession for you? He wouldn't have that answer there, and he didn't want to.

He disregarded your resistance, his need and dominance overriding any protest you might have made. "-Do you think you can resist me? Do you think you can deny me what I want? Do you think you have a say in how this happens?"

"-With every thrust, I will remind you of every moment you thought you could resist. When you dared to defy me, despising me like trash, as if I were nothing to you." Nanami spoke with one of the veins bulging from his neck and forehead, pinning you to the hard wooden table, he didn't even put on a condom, With a sudden surge of strength, Kento penetrated deeper into you, hitting that hidden spot that sent shockwaves of pleasure for your body.

"-Well, let's see how much of a 'good boy' you really are when I take everything from you." - You could feel everything, the feeling of pain from your ruptured hymen, the pulsation of his cock in your core, the thick girth stretching you with each slow movement of having total entry into your cunt, which led you to hold onto him, desperately looking for support, in the hard muscles covered by the thin fabric of his dress shirt -

Nanami's eyes were filled with a dangerous lust as he watched you, the sight of your legs shaking and your body arching against him, was too much for him to handle. It had been so long since he had pleasure like this - not just physical, with your tight pussy, but mental, seeing you submit to him like that, was like paradise for him. "-My chérie ..." Kento murmured, his voice full of pride and satisfaction. "-You see? This is what you were made for. To surrender to me, to crave my touch, my dominance."

His thrusts were demanding, with no room for you to even adjust to his size. His fingers moved fast on your clit, the rhythm matching the rhythm of his cruel thrusts, he could see the bulge in your womb because of his cock.

"-Fuck look at that, such a good pussy... Fuck you are a hungry little slut, just waiting to be fucked like a cute and needy himbo that you are, aren't you?" He smiled, sweat falling from his forehead, as he moaned next to you, every inch of him buried deep in your most secret intimate. "-I am more than just your teacher. I am your master. Your god. Your savior from the mundane life you so long to escape." His fingers moved faster on your clit, his rhythm matching the rhythm of his thrusts, as if they were dancing an erotic waltz that only the two of you could understand.

"-You're mine, my good boy, even if you're a fucking slut." he murmured, his voice low and seductive but filled with a dangerous undertone.

"-Yes, cum for daddy" He whispered again, the nickname full of possessiveness and control, he felt your tremors, he knew you were going to cum, the sweet taste was of knowing he had taken your virginity and it had been your first to make you reach climax.

"-You're so wet, so tight... I can't even..." Kento moaned loudly, his balls hit your ass cheeks, leaving them with bruises from the speed and rough treatment.

He thrust one last time, burying himself deep inside you as his cum dripped down his shaft and onto the table below you.

When it was all over, when he had given her everything he could, Nanami leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers.

He paused for a moment, watching you lay beneath him, covered in your combined essence, the evidence of your surrender and submission etched into your body, your makeup smeared, your short skirt messy.

"-Look at you... You don't look so brat now, right?" Nanami pulled out of you slowly, each inch eliciting a moan from your lips.

He picked up your panties that had fallen to the side, holding them for you to see, with a smirk. "-When you lie beneath me, broken and begging for more... Those panties will be the only reminders of who really holds the power here... Me, you will come back looking for more." With those words, Nanami tore off your panties, tearing them into two halves.

"-And so" He continued, holding half of the torn fabric. "-Your virginity will never be complete again. You will carry that reminder wherever you go, a constant reminder of what happens when you dare defy me."

He tossed the panties aside, his eyes lingering on your nakedness for a moment before turning around, reaching into his pocket.

"-Your grades stayed the same, don't worry, clean yourself up and get out of here, I think you learned your lesson." He spoke coldly, quickly turning to face you, he opened his lips to say something, but changed his mind, returning to his cold and calculated expression, leaving the room, with a loud thud.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[wandagcre]

sam with a plus-sized girlfriend | headcanons

Request: Hello! Can I request Sam with plus size y/n (fem obvi!), hcs, please? (Sfw and nsfw, if that's okay?) - this is requested by a plus sized fem!💗

Hope this lives up to your expectations! as a thick girl dealing with body dysmorphia this felt good to write. Thanks for the request 🥰

SFW

sam honestly isn't shallow when it comes to physical appearances. meaning she didn't care whether you were ripped or not, she only took notice about how it was comforting and trust worthy you were, which made sam love you just the same

and you being plus sized wasn't something sam stressed about. it was like a simple attraction for her. soon as she knew her feelings for you, she immediately made it known by making advances on you like she normally would. her eyes often lingered towards you and hugs were definitely a must for her.

she says you give the warmest and best ones!

sam is literally your number one cheerleader when it comes to trying out new kinds of clothing on your wardrobe! she doesn't fail to compliment you. it was genuine, too. she loved seeing you smile and carry yourself confidently <3

she's so smooth with it. sam affirms you with "you should wear it more often" or "it looks so pretty on you, my pretty girl" with a wide pearly grin on her face ;( she adores you so much!

it wasn't like you were unattractive, either. sam realized that the whole "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" couldn't be more true because she literally perceives you like a greek goddess and you effortlessly had her hypnotized, full attention on you always.

when you open up about it, questioning her why sam felt this way with you, she simply grabbed your hands and kissed them.

"it's like- you know how you constantly say you like my muscles? that you can't help but zone out to them? the same goes for me. i think about how it's a part that beautifully encapsulates you. and of course, who am i to think less than that?"

cue the waterworks because you were sobbing right after sam said it.

if you were conscious about eating "more" than usual, sam will respect that. though because she was worried you might pass out so she convinces you how it wouldn't be good to deprive your body of what you need.

she often eats with you too. sam's got a crazy appetite and she simply says she can't function without any energy nor burn whatever she needed at the gym if she didn't at all. that idea helped you ease your conscious self.

if you were insecure with your thighs, sam made it known subtly how she loved them. she often laid her head down on your lap and sam says that she liked how comfy it was while you ran your fingers through her hair.

NSFW

sam also mentions how you looked so great in your jeans/shorts and she can't even keep her hands off you each time. you notice it with the glint in her eyes, like she's trying to eat you already. sam hates winter because you'd wear layered clothes, says that it takes away her beloved sight.

sam is a sucker for your thighs. if you were conscious about it, she'll remind you how much she loved being affectionally crushed with them as she devours you... sam vividly retells you how she loved having you ride her face

she also loves pressing kisses on your inner thighs!! how you react to sam's teasing and especially when she bites, it titillates her. it motivates sam to do more

so big with body worshipping!!

THIGH RIDING. sam teasing you with "i love how my pretty girl gets all desperate and needy for me" or "you like that? using my thigh to hump me and trying to reach your climax? of course you do..."

mating position (with strap) or tribbing is one of her favorite positions with you. sam caresses and holds onto your tummy rolls, absolutely adoring how they look. whether you're on top or underneath sam, something about your look of being lost in the lust haze caused by her and seeing your body react to her - it felt for sam that your flexibility is challenged so well as she grinds/presses onto you fervently

sam loves fucking you in front of the mirror and making you look in it as she fingers you 😫 whispers reassuringly how you need to see it. how beautiful you look. it's definitely a thing that happens way more than once ;)

bonus: she does it whenever you're insecure or she's jealous of someone getting too chummy with you. if sam feels threatened enough, she'd like to emphasize visually in the mirror how it should only be her getting to touch your stunning body and be the one to wreck you in the most sinful ways 😮‍💨

[wordy-little-witch]

Hiii also 👀 im a degenerate so um.. do u have transfem buggy w shanks and/or CG nsfw headcanons?👉👈 i miss u n ur nsfw works lmao

Don't you worry your pretty, filthy little head, honey, mama's got what you need~ /t

I do in fact have a few mini bits n bobs, so I'll add em under the cut

Shuggy

Her head tilted back, lips parted as he left a burning trail along her neck. Blue lashes fluttered against flushed skin, her nails digging into his shoulders as his arm, tightly clinging at her waist, pulled her down against him even harder. Teeth sunk into a scarlet lip, and Buggy bit back a moan at the press against her body. Shanks grinned against her skin, his stubble scraping deliciously against the sensitive flesh. She scowled, fingers and palm moving to tangle into riotous red waves.

"Don't be such a fucking tease," she hissed, trying desperately to conceal the tremble in her voice.

Shanks, the traitor, only chuckled warmly. "Can you blame me," he asked, head tilting back to meet her gaze, his own lips smeared with remnants of her own lipstick, pupils blown. He looked ready to swoon or devour her - possibly both. More likely, both. He rested his chin on her chest, an awkward position with their height difference made marginally easier with her Devil Fruit and perch over his lap and thighs. He sighed dreamily as he stared at her. "I have the world's most beautiful woman in my lap. Any man would want to savor this."

She flushed darker. "Savor it next time, dipshit!" She squirmed, face painfully pink as she tried - and failed - to grind down. She spit a slew of curses, pulling his hair as Shanks simply laughed at her struggle. Just when she was about to split, to push him back, the arm at her waist tightened, the thighs beneath her tensing, lifting. Buggy had a split second to arch a brow, uncertain, then she was releasing a startled squeal as the world tilted.

"Oof!"

Shanks settled over her with a cheesy grin, his arm leaving her waist to give a teasing squeeze to her hip, snaking up her body, and deftly capturing her wrists. With his body pressed between her legs, her arms pinned, and his hair falling around his face like a curtain, Buggy could do little more than stare. Heat crept up her neck and face, down her chest. He maintained eye contact as he lowered to drag his tongue across her chest, skillful mouth closing around one bud with a pleasant hum.

Her toes curled, her head falling back as her spine arched. His chuckle against her skin only drew out another moan. "Come now," he murmured with a smirk, "can't my baby girl sing louder?"

She bristled, squirming. "I'm not gonna sing for you, a-asshol- oh!" She hiccuped through a moan as he ground down on her core. "Ch-cheap... shot...!"

"I can't help it, beautiful. You're just too cute for me to resist." He pressed a kiss to her jaw, her cheek, her mouth. "I want to make you come apart for me."

"Not so easy to break me, even harder to make me."

His grip tightened on her wrists.

She pointedly did not Chop away from his touch.

"I have ways to make brats behave."

She gave a shuddering sigh. "Let's see it, then."

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Cross Guild

If there was one word to describe how Mihawk and Crocodile left her, it would be boneless.

The only times that she didn't shudder to literal pieces was when they involved seastone in their play - never enough to truly harm her, but just enough to put her powers on pause, toeing the fine between lethargic and helpless. They had ways of grinding her body and inhibitions to dust, overwhelming her with sensations, showering her with their attention, and topping everything off with a hefty portion of sheer white-hot-sated-exhaustion.

They'd made her feel beautiful, desirable in ways that had nothing to do with codependent history or proximal connection. They loved her, loved her body only because it was the one she had. They supported everything they could, they respected whatever they couldn't, and they made her see stars more nights than not.

So when Ivankov whirled into her space with a beaming grin and a vial full of hope, she'd accepted with their support at her hips. Needles would not work on her, not normal ones at least - and the seastone it would need would negate Iva's powers in the first place. It had been long, arduous work to find other options.

The vial was opportunity.

It was slower than the hormone injections, but it was far faster than the typical options of transition - and far cheaper too. With 24 hours, things had settled after possibly one of the harshest agonies she'd endured.

And once thing settled, once she was glowing in her skin, any and all lingering pains and concerns laid firmly in the past, her lieutenants whisked her eagerly to their bed.

She'd expected the same level of passion and vigorous work as she'd grown used to.

She was proven wrong.

Crocodile pressed his chest to her back, one large hand cradling her side and hip. The golden curl of his weapon was pressed into the dip of her bent knee. As if the position were not revealing enough as it was, Mihawk settled happily straddling the logia user's thighs, his own palms pressed into the soft skin of her inner thighs, now marred with kisses, bruises, bite marks - far less and far gentler than their usual fare but no less crushing her with anticipation.

Under strict orders, under gazes more like infernos by intensity alone, she was ordered to touch herself.

They drank in her every motion, her every breath and whine and moan. Every twitch of muscle was cataloged by golden eyes, every whimper met with a distinctive smokey chuckle. Getting wet was an unusual experience, and when they had her part those lips and feel herself, she had to grit her teeth at the overwhelming emotions and sensation. Mihawk seemed committed to burning the exchange into his memory. Crocodile whispered sweet praises and dark promises into her ears and crown and neck between the occasional instruction to rub there or curl your fingers, good girl-

Buggy was held up and open and devoured by eyes alone as she was guided to the precipice, as she was given the chance to baptize herself under her own hands and touch and heat.

And once she was given over, once she was broken in, once she reached out and begged for them, for their touch, they converged upon her like beasts after a hapless little lamb.

It was far from the first time a night ended with Buggy deliriously reassembling. It was doubtlessly be the last

[izaneko]

♥︎- tokyo revengers/izana x f!reader🤍❤️

♡- summary: inspired solely by this panel. i was rereading this chapter earlier, it excited me honestly way more than it should have.

♥︎- warnings : minors dni fem reader. cursing, pet names, izana beating up some random dudes, intercorse, smut

it was something about watching him beat the shit out of six other men and how you strangely felt turned on. you couldnt help but have remorse for the poor souls getting their asses handed to them by your seriously enraged boyfriend as he absolutely destroyed these guys one by one but at the same time you couldn't stop thinking about how sexy it made him look- and you found yourself having to shift yourself fixing your skirt cause of the slick wet coating on your thighs. as youre watching these dudes get there shit completely wrecked by izana your mind kept traveling to the worst possible places with him. you kept thinking bout when he was finished with them how you wanted to take him off to the side somewhere secluded, pin him down with your thighs and kiss him as you mercilessly grind your hips into him. you wanted him so bad it began to hurt yet for some reason you couldn't take your eyes off of him. he was spectacular. right before he finished off what little strength the last guy barely had left, he stopped for a second to check on his girl cause he always wants to make sure you are safe and caught you looking at him with a face that hes used to only seeing when you were beneath him. when he saw the way your skin was dusted pink and how your eyes were filled with such desire made him solid in less than a second. he put his already ruined opponent out of his misery with one last powerful blow letting go of his hair, tossing him to the side. right away he started to walk over to where you were seated amongst the heavenly kings, for protection of course and as arrived he had only one thing to say. " can i talk to her, alone.." it wasn't a question. kakucho stared at him confused and respectively informed him that you were unharmed and there was no need to worry but he simply laughed, and ignored him as he responded instead to you " c'mon baby, theres something real important i gotta talk to ya about .."

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the only thing that you could hear fill the air around you two other than your mismatched breathing was the moist noises his dick made thrusting in your pussy and the sound of his earrings as they swing rapidly in rhythm. he filled you completely and you screamed a little when he first went all the way in. the way his large purple eyes stared down at you with such affection you didn't know how much more you could honestly take. his hands found your thighs as he grabbed onto your plush cause he felt himself starting to drown inside you. you felt so fucking good around him and he felt his body jump whenever you would squeeze his length with every sexy sigh you let out. his movements became faster and you felt a taste of your first orgasm start to come on. you gripped his back knowing how this would end and he smiled cause he knew exactly what that had meant from you. he repositioned his feet on the ground to firm his stance and grasping your hips pushed inside, fucking into you with every last ounce he had left. you felt his cock press up deep in you that left such a pleasing ache it made a tiny whimper escape you. when he heard it, he leaned in to kiss your lips and as he did his silver trim tickled your cheeks that made you orgasm with such intensity that you instinctively began to cry out his name. " fu-ck, izanaa .. wait." he felt you grip down hard. there wasn't enough warning to stop as he felt himself come entirely in you. while you both desperately tried to even your breathe he held your limp body in his arms against him and kissed your forehead as he said, " damn that's why your my queen."

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[daemon-in-my-head]

1 and 7 for the new asks 😊

Thank you those are the spiciest ones lmfao. Answering my latest abomination.

1. Your hottest Durgetash take. The kinda heat Gortash had to endure in HoH. (But be respectful about it fellas, this means everyone)

I mean this in the nicest, most respectful way possible, but: the durge story line in game is absolute and utter trash I'm so sorry. The absolute lack of reactions from ur companions, the fact that there's no consequences from them except Wyll and the 2 guys you met literally 5 minutes ago, the sudden shift of tone in Act 3 when Durge remembers who they r and immediately goes 'I'm daddy's lil princess and yall can smd'. It's just infuriating atp. Like I love Durge and I do appreciate the vagueness cuz it allows for a lot of topics to be brought up but none of them r really tackled by a game thats praised for handling trauma in a tactful manner. They're made to be the laughing stock and comedic relief and honestly it's just distasteful when you recall that a lot of ppl with certain types of trauma or addiction issues can so greatly relate to them. There was a lot of dark shit they could've expressed with that origin. And they did. But it was cannibalism and necrophilia for the sake of sensationalism and slapstick comedy.

As for Gort it's the remote work I've talked about b4 lmao. They rly just banished the most powerful political leader of the Gate from the Gate and made him work remotely from a shabby fortress outside of the city he's ruling. I know why they did it, I can understand it, but it's still hilarious and probs a hot take cuz like yk that man wouldn't reside there if it wasn't for the scrapping of the upper city.

7. Would Orins premature death have impacted them and their dynamic? How? Why? Why not?

Okay, so first up, there's smth ya need to know to understand this. Elli had a sister, and even if they weren't blood related he considered his foster family to be his, well, family and loved them. And that man, at least pre tadpole, is pretty much aware of what happened when the urge awakened and how he's the very thing he couldn't protect his treasured people from, despite that being his greatest desire.

So in other words, he's 10000% projecting the sister he's killed onto Orin. He's lenient with her and protective over her. To him, she's the sister he could and will save. She's the last bit of family and treasured people he has left. So if anything were to happen to her, he'd snap. Because that man is utterly traumatised and he simply wouldn't be able to deal with another loss like that, but he's also the type to run away so he'd just become the perfect pretty puppet Bhaal would've always wanted and simply cease to exist as a person, wholly devoting himself to the plan just so he can escape this dreadful hell he's forced to live in ASAP. Which, in turn, would also destroy everything Gortash enjoyed about him. Elli would remove himself to the best of his ability and simply become someone following orders without thinking, smth Gortash enjoys in everyone but his equal, which would cause him to withdraw as well. They'd just kinda get miserable by themselves again, completely terminating whatever was before. Cuz Gort can't see Elli breaking to such a degree thx of his own issues and him being a permanent reminder that Gort himself isn't safe even after everything, and Elli simply has 0 capacity for any sort of attachments left. 'If he's gonna lose them anyway, might as well not forge them in the first place' kinda mindset.

Now, if Gortash somehow had his hands in that, and Elli would find out however... Well, Elli considers death to be a mercy, so Gort would probably live to see his age turn three digits, all while he suffers from the Bhaalspawn's wrath. Seeing all he's ever built crumble and fall for no other reason than the elfs spite and desire to destroy the one who took his sister. Like that man would grind Gort down to the point where Gort would even consider his time in HoH a walk in the park, all while Elli ruins himself as well cuz arguably the second he loses someone else he'd absolutely discard any attachments to life and staying alive too. His motivation to obey Bhaal was the promise of control and protection, and without someone left to protect, he'd have no reason left to make sure Bhaals plans don't go up in flames.

If he hadn't lost his memories Orin would still be alive nd thriving simply cuz Elli couldn't kill her and would instead either protect her or die for her sake, no doubt abt that.

[moramaisis]

Really sorry people, a rant incoming. Long post alert! This specific issue has been grinding my nerves for a long time and i wasn't going to say anything…but… i have to or i might explode.

There is a growing number of video essay channels that are attacking fictional works and blaming all the evils of the modern world on them. This results in blaming authors, shaming fans, as well as, creates a massive fan base of yes men. Not to mention this is adding a drop to the overall undervaluing of art in general. People might deny it, but it's happening.

Are there books and movies that are lazy, uncreative and a cash grab? Yes! This is not the point here. Capitalism says hello.

These video essayists bring out tropes and genres that are "toxic" and claim that these influence people in real life and are the cause of toxic relationships and so on. And, conveniently, many authors of such works are women.

If i compare an essay analyzing a movie made by a man, where the critique is that he used male gaze or didn't do a good job depicting women's issues (despite using them in his movie), for example, and a book essay where the author is a woman, there is a sharp contrast. Somehow the essay directed at a man is still more respectful, more introspective, whilst the essay directed at a woman is more "funny", entertaining and making fun of the author is much more normalized and praised. Hmm, i wonder why?

Second glaring issue is that all of these essayists put the blame on the fiction, completely ignoring the root cause. "Fiction doesn't exist in a vacuum" i heard one of them say. Well, no shit Sherlock! Where do you think these "toxic" tropes come from? They have been ingrained into our society, so much so that generations of people are carrying these inside without noticing, and most of these ideas have been created by patriarchy, by the society that values some members more than others.

Why not call out the root cause, instead of making the author the sole evil that is "corrupting" the youths. We need to start calling out the root cause, not deflecting onto other people. And definitely need to stop shaming fans. There are many reasons why people like things and you cannot remove the enjoyment with bitching. All you are doing is sending people into hiding and demonizing them.

One creator said that dark romance is harmful and even if people with trauma engage with it, it's still bad for them and they shouldn't do it. I saw comments from people with trauma saying that their therapist recommended them to do so, and people attacked them for it. How much influence do these essayists have these days, that even the opinion of medical professionals is being kicked aside? And simply dismissing the opinion of people with trauma is so…idk… nasty?

People do realize that not all essayists even have a degree, right? A good chunk of them is just some random people spewing their opinion (often biased), copying what others have said? And yes, there are good ones out there. With or without degrees.

Fun fact, my grandfather was born either in 1920s or 1930s - a time before "toxic romance tropes", booktok and internet. This didn't stop him from gaslighting, cheating and beating his wife. I've seen so many toxic men in their 40s and 50s, so this has been happening since the dawn of time. The way women "accepted" or "normalized" this sort of thing was the result of the society that didn't value them as people. Their opinion didn't matter and so they dealt with it how they could.

Maybe off-topic, but some genius said that we cannot remove fiction from reality, therefore we cannot claim that it doesn't affect reality. Look at animal kingdom. I love nature with all my heart but you cannot call it merciful. Some heinous shit is happening there all day, every day. Animals have no fiction.

Or look at people during prehistoric times. Yes, you can say that they were worshipping deities and it is fiction by definition, but there was no booktok, no media, people couldn't even read, and yet people still found ways to treat each other badly. Even famous Ötzi the iceman was murdered, and he lived some 5300 years ago. Ancient Egypt had incest among their royals. A mass grave was found in Potočani, Croatia, containing 41 people. This murder happened 6200 years ago and yes, there were children in there, too. There's a neanderthal cannibalism case that happened 100 000 years ago. These are just some examples.

It may be hard to acknowledge, but people have a built-in need to be selfish and do bad things, even if not perceived as bad by the doer. It only gets amplified by society. There have studies on human altruism and it's benefits to us as a species, however, this has never stopped us from doing heinous things to each other. To other groups. It has never stopped a single war. I'm trying to say that evil has existed before fiction and certainly before commercialized fiction.

And the psychology of why we need "darker" media is another huge thing. I'm not qualified for any of this :)

I'll leave a few links to articles about human altruism and it's links to cooperative breeding and other things mentioned. Altruism Cooperative breeding Mass grave Neanderthal cannibalism

[spinningbuster98]

Oh yeah. We're going old school with this

So Metroid 1 is a game that one can't help have some respect for: naturally without it there would be no series, hell there would be no genre! Super Metroid? Sotn? Hollow Knight? A good chunk of Indie games? Never would it have existed without this game! I can't deny its influence

....but Jesus Christ is it ROUGH

And look I've played plenty of NES games of this era, many of them being Metroid's contemporaries: Super Mario Bros, Zelda 1, Castlevania 1, Mega Man 1... and while all of them have their rough patches as was the norm for pretty much all videogames at the time....Metroid 1 stands out in a pretty bad way...

It's not stuff like the slow down whenever there are too many sprites on screen, that couldn't be helped I'm sure and was pretty common.

Nor is it the lack of a map in and of itself or the game's cryptic nature. In fact I'd say that this game is at least not as cryptic as the likes of Castlevania 2 since most of the time you can find your way forward by simply bombing a floor or wall whenever you run into a dead end, so once you know that you should be (kinda) good

My issue is how much it's obvious that this game was rushed to absolute fuck.

I can't find the interview that stated this but I heard that most of this game's development was handled during its very last months, which you can tell just by looking because about 85% of this game is made up of the same 5-6 room layouts copy and pasted with only slight differences if any at all, which is the REAL culprit for why you'll get lost here

Then there's the enemy placement

How can I put this gently?

Uhmmmm...

It's absolute dog shit

Enemies are spammed without rhyme or reason, they attack you non stop, whenever you find those pipes straight out of Super Mario bros they'll be spewing enemies literally without stopping: here's a hint when you kill an enemy and they drop an item until you pick up that item the enemy won't respawn. Trust me this can be useful

Sometimes enemies won't spawn correctly when you enter a room, sometimes they'll attack you as soon as you enter while you're still going through the door transition when you can't move Samus, hell sometimes they'll manage to enter the door with you and hit you continuously WHILE the transition plays out!

If you die in this game you'll get respawned at the start of the area you died in...with only 30 points of health, meaning that you'll have to spend a lot of time grinding enemies for health, which was an issue that was also present in Zelda 1 but at least there the health bar was much smaller overall

I know it's an old game but...Zelda 1 didn't have this much copy and pasted level design, in fact that game's overworld was pretty diverse making it possible to orient yourself even without a map after a while. the dungeons where certainly much guiltier of copying room layouts but you could find a map and a compass in those places at the very least

With all due respect I think people sometimes give Metroid 1 a little bit too much leeway. Yeah some of its issues couldn't be helped as they were standard for the time....but others not so much I believe

Speaking of, I may have said that you can absolutely find your way forward even without a guide by just keeping in mind to bomb every potential dead end...but you ain't never finding the Varia Suit and Screw Attack without a guide. You have to destroy some completely inconspiquous blocks on perfectly normal looking ceilings in perfectly normal looking rooms.

Granted you don't NEED those two power ups to finish the game....but unless you're already a grade A expert at this game you're gonna need them if you plan on beating the more bullshit parts, especially the Varia Suit for the extra defense

[todayimgonnaplay]

Today I'm gonna play: Tales of Arise

I'm not too familiar with the Tales series. I've heard of Tales of Symphonia and I've played the demo of Tales of Vesperia, but I had a friend suggest this title to me, so I'm giving this a go.

I've reached near the end of the game so far, and I have to say what a blast it's been! From story to gameplay, Arise as a lot to offer.

A lot of the JRPGs I've seen tend to be very tropey, and this one shows it too, but I'm pleasantly surprised by how they subverted it. A young boy that's high spirited would usually be just that, but in this he has to deal with loss of a struggling relationship; a tsundere would typically constantly put their love interest on edge by assaulting them with violence and love, but here we have a woman from a ''superior'' race being the way she is because of a side effect and her people. The entire game revolves around the whole theme of discrimination between races and within races, and I think they've definitely pulled it off well. Everytime I thought "They didn't bring x topic up, is that a plothole? " they actually do, and I really appreciate an rpg that goes in depth to explain everything with their world and characters through gameplay. The last time I experienced this sort of depth was with Final Fantasy X, which is another game that also deals with racism as a subplot. And even with its depth, I felt it was done rather tastefully and not because there simply should be a conflict in the story. I really wonder who wrote the game because I could find no such info online.. Maybe I'll try again once I'm done with the game. However, I do find the villains so far to be somewhat weak, there are 3 that I can think of in the first half of the game that were interesting and gave a feeling of genuine intimidation, but the rest haven't hit as well as them.

Next up is the gameplay. I'm more of a fan of quick, responsive and flashy combat these days when it comes to action. My gold standard is the Kingdom Hearts series because of this. Initial impressions for Arise were just okay, but as the game progressed and you unlock more features, it definitely checks all boxes. I also appreciate that the game respects my time, (as RPGs do require a good level of commitment) where I never had to grind in excess and always stayed in par with my leveling pace. It also helps that there are items you can cook to increase your exp rate. Exploration is fun and rewarding as you find tons of items, and it's not too linear either! However I must say that the second half of the game has been falling off in regards to that. Including fighting the same bosses and backtracking all the way to the beginning for lore purposes, but this also thins out exploration of the few levels that are new near endgame, making them barren and plain. I can understand for budgetary reasons they probably couldn't add more, but a change to the plot could fix this while still maintaining what's been shown, as the game's lore focuses on the relationship between two races and two worlds. One cool addition for the narrative are the skits and overworld/combat dialogue that plays amongst characters. Seeing their chemistry and filling in bits of the plot is a huge plus. It feels like there's actual chemistry within the cast rather than just people that happen to band together because the share similar goals.

Character designs are a hit or miss. The main stars Alphen and Shionne do get lucky and have various wardrobe changes as the game progresses that represent their journey, but the same cannot be said with every character. Dohalim, a party member is one example of a character that gets the short stick. He is the only dark skinned character of the main cast, and is dressed up in what looks to be Egyptian inspired clothing. This looks fine and dandy until I have realized I've seen 0 connection between his attire and his origins and setting, so this leaves me confused. The same goes for Law, another party member who has clothing that resembles what video game characters wear for martial arts. But I've not seen anything that explains why it should look that way, other than because he fights with his fists. For a game that's been subverting tropes in terms of characterization, it hasn't done too well in terms of design. But on the plus side, I do appreciate Kisara's design (another party member) for dressing like an actual knight and not having to skimp out on armor for the sake of fanservice. The game does have outfit and accessory options however, which helps improve their appearances, but depending on the character you can either get great outfits, or very average ones. However I do appreciate the choices of colours and the use of contrast depicting themes and relationships for the characters. Alphen and Shionne contrast each other in way that complements them as the hero and heroine, for instance. And regardless of how they look, I still love them as characters (especially Dohalim and Alphen!) Music goes pretty grand, with orchestral feats all around, so it always sounds epic. You also get vocals for special moments such as openings and credits in Japanese, which are nice enough to hang around in your head. I couldn't hear much variety with it though, with the different landscapes the game offers, making it sound a bit too similar. Sound effect choices are good enough to let the player know if they're low on CP (Cure Points) or they can do a special attack. One big thing I like about the game is the overall navigation. Inputs are quick, shortcuts are (mostly) easy to access with some neat features like switching party members or leaders, and the menu tends to change based on where you are in the game which is a nice touch. Cutscenes can also be progressed through with a button which is probably for those who want to rush the game for any reason, or just want combat.

For a game that has a lot stuffed in but still have some minor gripes with, I think I can safely say that this is a great JRPG, and possibly my favourite fantasy-based anime JRPG. (specific I know, I tend to group my favourites like that). I'm looking forward to finishing it off!

Terms exclusive to the game: Skits - Optional voice cutscenes that the tales games have that revolve around the characters and/or their world Cure Points (CP) - The mana system in this game used for healing and buffs.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e23 brother's keeper (w. jeremy carver)

so here's what i'm gonna try to do. shelve all those ugly feelings about how they handled charlie and (hopefully) not let it completely ruin watching this episode (and the show). i have too much emotional investment in sam and dean to want to walk away entirely, but i also don't want this to turn into a hatewatch.

but gonna say again what a shame it is sam is giving this impassioned speech to cas about saving dean when i can't appreciate it nearly as much as i could have a few seasons ago.

SAM Dean guessed! Cas, What are we supposed to do, huh? Just sit on our asses, do nothing? CASTIEL No. We find Dean. SAM And then what?! The only thing that stopped Cain was death. Do you want to kill Dean? Because I don't. And the only way I know how to save my brother is to cure the Mark. And, yes, I know there will be consequences, but not you, not Dean, not anybody can tell me what those consequences are. So I'm not gonna let my brother destroy himself on a guess. We save Dean.

finally someone as mad as i am about that trope, about how they jump to conclusions and make decisions off bad or no information constantly. really fucking grinds my gears. so, thanks, sam.

DEAN Well, they let her leave the house looking like a whore.

even when will graham's brain was melting, he wasn't a fucking asshole. jesus. dean wasn't this horrible when he was a full fledged demon.

maybe i'll paint rowena some day. she's so pretty and i do love drawing red hair. working on another one of gillian at the moment.

also was wondering the other day if crowley wasn't witchy enough to do the spell. before sam tried to kill him, that is. cooperative-ish somewhat human-ish demon witch who has (apparently) an actual soft spot for the winchesters. obviously wanted to keep rowena on the board and in action but

my tolerance level for this particular variant of asshole dean is at a zero. read the script and fast forwarding this awful interview scene with the parents.

SAM Cas, take this. It's Dean's hair. You need it for the spell.

contemplating how he even got much of his hair. i have hair of a similar length to dean's and i don't need to brush it. maybe he uses something when he styles it? i just use my hands with goop. the only time there's much of it around is after i cut it. so did they have it on-hand already? stockpile of their various leavings. little apothecary drawers of sam and dean's respective locks of hair and nail trimmings.

oh so now they're gonna show the "dark thoughts, creepy visions, violent urges." (10x21)

aha, i have seen this in gif form a number of times. context. everything continues to be fine

CROWLEY Who summons anymore? Couldn't you call? CASTIEL You're not in my contacts list.

all right, that got a small chuckle out of me

kinky

not this again. (5x18) skipping self destructive and going straight to suicidal.

i really enjoy julian richings as Death, and he and jackles play off each other really well. but this trying to make a deal with him, some new made up bullshit about how *dun dun DUN* if no one has the Mark some unspeakable evil dark miasma will destroy everything, it's tiring. reminds me of some improv game where as they pass the story down to the next writer, they have to play off whatever scenario has been set up.

DEAN Brother, I'm done. SAM No. No, you're not. Dean. DEAN Grab a pen. It's time to say goodbye.

i thought i was done with suicide trauma related triggers for the season. silly me

hello improv game. yes, rando dude working at the diner is the immortal oskar of rowena's past. of course.

DEATH Even if I remove Dean from the playing field, we're still left with you, loyal, dogged Sam, who I suspect will never rest until he sets his brother free – will never rest until his brother is free of the Mark, which simply cannot happen, lest the Darkness be set free. Then there was that time you stood me up.

think that's technically on dean, not sam

DEAN Remember when we were in that church, making Crowley human, about to close the Gates of Hell? Well, you sure as hell were ready to die for the greater good then. SAM Yeah, and, Dean, you pulled me back. DEAN And I was wrong. You were right, Sam. You knew that this world would be better without us in it. SAM No, no, no, wait a second. You're twisting my words here, Dean. DEAN Why? Because we -- we track evil and kill it? The family business? Is that it? Look at the tape, Sam. Evil tracks us. And it nukes everything in our vicinity -- our family, our friends. It's time we put a proper name to what we really are and we deal with it. SAM Wait a second. We are not evil. Listen... We're far from perfect, but we are good. That thing on your arm is evil, but not you, not me. DEAN I let Rudy die. How was that not evil? I know what I am, Sam. But who were you when you --when you drove that man to sell his soul... Or when you bullied Charlie into getting herself killed? And to what end? A good end? A just end? To remove the Mark no matter what the consequences? Sam, how is that not evil? I have this thing on my arm, and you're willing to let the Darkness into the world. SAM You were also willing to summon death to make sure you could never do any more harm. You summoned me because you knew I would do anything to protect you. That's not evil, Dean. That's not an evil man. That is a good man crying to be heard, searching for... some other way. DEAN No, there is no other way, Sam. I'm sorry.

halfway convinced me they should have ended this several seasons ago, reunited in heaven and be done with it all.

when dean was beating the shit out of cas i was wondering when sam and dean were gonna get into it. well.

SAM That's enough. Hey, that's enough. You will never, ever hear me say that you -- the real you -- is anything but good. But you're right. Before you hurt...anyone else, you have to be stopped at any cost. I understand. Do it.

i know i'm especially jumpy about dean being ready to die, but sam who i tend to be more bonded with these later seasons, he's ready to die for the greater good quite regularly. or when he thinks it's time. or whatever else. but his comes from a place of being (theoretically) logical and rational, whereas dean's is the opposite. and i guess that's why it pushes my buttons so differently.

all that said, i haven't cried like this from a finale in some number of seasons. but it feels greatly cheapened by the inane plot hoops needed to jump through to get us here.

sam nodding to give the go ahead to kill him is crushing.

i know dean kills death at some point, which is a shame. i'll miss his actor. but i'm guessing now's the time

it's giving twister (1996)

i hate that all this was essentially setup for the new big bad. but we can't have the sam and dean show without these kind of plot hijinks. and trying to come up with new bigger badder bads over time just makes it more and more ridiculous. the reality that there's 5 seasons left to go is really hitting me now.

[hancfubuki]

@delusionaid && Tighnari asked:

The scent of fresh herbs fills the kitchen, prominent but pleasant, a scent Tighnari knows will cling to his hands for the rest of the week. He's separating leaves from stalks, each into their respective bowls, to either dry them later or grind them into a paste. It's the perfect time to harvest some of these to ensure he has enough medicine to treat patients when the drier months come around. He looks over at Cyno who's carefully following his example, looking as focused as he might on a mission. The sun is coming in through the window and falling on his hair, making it shine like strings of white gold. "Thank you for helping me," Tighnari says, despite having thanked him earlier already. "But are you sure there's nothing you'd rather do on your day off than help me dry herbs? I could think of a few things that are more entertaining than this."

Days off were not as common for the General Mahamatra.

Cyno's job required discipline, commitment, and a really high tolerance at the sun. Having a house of his own-- well, Cyrus' home. A place he will always be welcomed to, a room of his own and the company of his foster father who will always greet him with a serious face yet a warm 'welcome back' in a prideful tone. Though, he always seemed to drift towards a particular house tree located in Gandharva Ville. Tighnari is his favorite person, though, he has to admit he also uses Collei as an excuse to visit as often as he does. It doesn't matter if it's a day off, just a break, or even a quick lunch. His feet always seem to direct him towards the forest ranger's residence without hesitation.

Whether if he has to separate herbs, assist in experiments, drink new remedies or simply rest, Cyno appears more than eager to see the other man. He has no idea how to do this, but as a fast learner, he is able to observe how Tighnari separate the herbs little by little, with delicacy, placing them inside a bowl. "It's nothing." He mumbles, reddish hues staring at the herbs in his hands as his fingers meticulously move to correctly divide them.

"Such as?" Eyebrow raises in curiosity. Indeed, there were many things he could try, but aside from TCG, he couldn't really say he has a lot of activities he can do after work. 'I like being with you'. His mind starts to drift, tempting to say it out loud yet refraining from it even though the answer was obvious. "I don't mind it at all, I like being here. It’s a peaceful herb-itat." Here he goes. "Besides, you’re a sup-herb company."

[kyglow]

aware that perhaps his need to be more polite and decent with his language wasn't necessary having realised this when she questioned his comment on how he was wanting ' sexual favours ' from her as he would dispel internally anything that was holding him back much like how he had known her for a very long time. " okay well to put plainly i want to fuck you and i am not just talking plan boring old sex but i want to fuck all your holes and fuck them again so i can leave you a tired mess where you're not able to walk out of here. " confidence was present in his husk-like voice with eyes staring directly down on the side of her face. if her father knew what he had just shared with her his balls would surely be cut off however he was fortunate her father was not around at the moment. his lips upturned into a quaint smile only to reply in sarcasm. " you are definitely a good girl i am impressed our talks worked i mean you respect your elders and are good at doing what you're told. " messing around with her as he couldn't resist with denver not getting much fun out of the other girls however lia was different feeling a sense of thrill and rather purely invested in their talks of banter and playfulness he happily embraced.

drawing in his breath quietly with eyebrows raised as his smile would simply fade upon hearing her express how she enjoyed their talks in the past of him attempting to push her in the right direction of being a good person however he realised now that it was impossible given the environment she had grown up in. " i was different then and maybe i didn't want you to turn out like me or your old man but such is life. we are never in control of our lives but that's what makes it fun. " of course, he still cared for her having shared some words of wisdom not caring if it would rub off on her as he was far too fixated now on getting her worked up. his digits pumped and twisted inside her warm centre persistently and vigorously with constant driving delving his digits deep into her core. other hand would open the front of his trousers causing his erect thick member to sprout out and hit her ass cheek. he would then grind himself firmly against her ass. he smirked as eyes lit up in reaction to her question to which he would answer delightedly with amusement. " ever since i saw you walk in this club. i wanted to ram my c.ock in that tight f.ucking ass of yours. " he admitted. " i thought i'd pay extra for that. " he whispered and then craned his chin up to suckle on her earlobe. his digits would then slide out of her tight c.unt and would then be placed on her hips.

' certain favors? ' lia wasn't a fool, she knew exactly what the older man meant but she wanted to hear him say it. needed to hear him say it. that he wanted to fuck her so badly he was willing to pay her for it. it was almost funny really, lia had dreamed of fucking him for a long time now, even if he was kind of a dick. there was something so sexy about him, even if she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that.

' of course those little talks worked. just look at me now, i'm a good girl. ' lia was far from it, sure she could play the part with her wide eyes and innocent smile, but she'd been exposed to a life of crime and violence since she was a child. there was never any real hope of her escaping that. ' i did love those talks of ours. you seemed to actually care. like you really wanted a better life for me. that's why it's so funny to see you here, desperate to take advantage of me. '

without warning, he had her dress pulled up around her neck, exposing her body. all curves and supple skin, just waiting for him to bend her however he pleased. part of her wanted him to use her dress, loosely hanging around her neck, to choke her with while he fucked her. lia had these thoughts sometimes, depraved and violent thoughts of being used and abused. nothing seemed to turn her on anymore other than those thoughts. lia gasped as his fingers dipped into her warm centre, her wetness already pooling there and beginning to drip down her leg. ' yes, right there. you're nothing but a dirty old man, you know that? how long have you thought about fucking me like this? '

[pourol-of-givraines]

Day 2: The Translator

With the huge, empty book before me, the size of my task had become a little daunting. I decided to make some enquiries about who was a fellow scholar I could talk to about the study of Tajlen. Of those currently living on peak Jarhof, a fellow called Kurhef Ihmont had recently set up rooms in a fishing hut outside the walls to translate some sacred Dualist tablets into the contemporary.

The Kurhef (which I learned is a title of respect, roughly meaning 'elder') was to be found in a hut by one of the fishing lakes outside town, amidst workshops full of people either mending their nets or grinding acorns in the morning mist.

I found Ihmont inside the hut, rushing about sorting piles of stone slabs being carried in by some cheerful kids. The heavy, chiseled tablets required four of them to lift one off a horsecart and deposit it atop or beside the others, slowly filling the small space. Looked like they were only just getting moved in.

Ihmont looked instantly fascinated to see me, who was clearly from far away. In really quite good Olvidois, they peppered me with questions and showed the same unfocused enthusiasm about my story as I had seen them apply to the sorting of their tablets before. They were very excited to hear about my lexicon project and said they'd be extremely willing to help, but having only arrived recently with all this precious luggage, it was all still taking a while to set up. Naturally, I asked whether I could be of any assistance.

Dear reader, negotiating the purchase of nails and planks to put up some shelves in a foreign language is more difficult than you might expect. First order of business was noting down aidik 'nail, bolt' and dojfalt 'plank, piece of wood'. Starting to notice ai- popping up a lot in words for little round stuff.

Speaking to the locals in the mix of languages I've come to expect from most of the residents here, I learned that Ihmont hadn't been here for as little time as I had thought. They had left the big capital city on Tajlen-lón a year ago and lived with various fishing families around this area before recently building the hut I had visited in the morning to move permanently. Tired of responsibilities, Ihmont had chosen to live the rest of their life doing just the work they wanted to do and spreading its joy.

What exactly the locals were juding Ihmont by while telling me this story , I couldn't determine. The most basic of cultural principles are usually not really talked about, simply because they seem so basic to their havers that they never really think about them. Listening to them, you'd think the erstwhile genius and top diplomatic official in the capital had been reduced to a pottering nitwit. Let a man retire. A phrase of a level I am now apparently just about able to understand did stay with me, just because the grammar was fascinating. They said, 'I don't know how this great mind can be so fragile.'

– Yli en tasfalt bjot spolbjimara sakon, lö freilanbyren. Took a nap after transcribing that.

Setting up the shelves turned out a lot easier than bartering for them. Working together, Ihmont explained about their project and about their understanding of the development of the Tajlen language and was especially helpful in pointing out some dialect-related details to the local vocabulary. They said they would still be talking a few days to set up properly, but invited me to come by again as soon as they had really got back into work. From what I understood, they especially had a lot of thoughts about cultural terms to talk about with an outsider. Definitely the speaker with the most diverse Tajlen vocabulary I have met so far. Time for a drink.

Day 2 Tajlen lexicon

dojfalt - n.syn. plank, manmade piece of wood.

aidik - n.syn. nail, bolt. ai- + dik

tasfalt - n. mind, imagination, 腦洞.

spolbjimara - adj. breakable, fragile. see spolyra.

Kurhef - n.nat. respectful title for elders or superiors.

soraidu - n.nat. acorn. sór + aidu

orhof - n.syn. fishing net. ori + hóf

[angry-geese]

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Warnings: nsfw / mdni. smut and fluff, oral (fem receiving), fingering, daddy kink, creampies, unprotected sex. dilf!Toji. age gap - older man/younger woman. the reader is implied to be in college but there's still a pretty big age gap. afab reader, fem pronouns.

Word Count: 2.8k

You have to do something about Mr. Fushiguro.

It's funny how these things work. Your crush was one of the worst kept secrets in your friend group. Nobara knew. It’s impossible to lie to her. Megumi has his suspicions, but it's best if he doesn't know. Only Yuji is clueless. You could have chosen someone your own age. You could have picked anyone who wasn't your best friend’s father. But somewhere along the line, polite small talk and passing glances turned to more; to longing gazes and shameless flirting. He was charming in the worst way possible.

Toji isn't exactly subtle when getting what he wants. He’d be lying if he said he hasn't wanted to fuck you since you first stepped foot in his house; a college freshman who reluctantly accepted help with homework from his son. But out of respect for you—and partially his son—he’s never acted on this. Aside from an occasional, lingering glance, nothing was going to come of it.

When there’s a knock on the door, he’s surprised to see you on the other side. You’re early. You’re usually early. He’s come to expect that from you.

"Megs isn't gonna be home for a while," he says.

"I know." You say.

He simply shrugs you off, letting you in, returning to his spot on the couch. The tv drones on in the background. A basketball game. Toji wasn't watching, so much as he was present for it’s duration.

You flop on the couch next to him. He scoots over, giving you a bit of room to sprawl out, all while keeping a respectful distance. Megumi and Yuji won’t be home for a while. Nobara had to cancel at the last minute. You offered to reschedule, but she said it was alright to hang out without her.

“You can change the channel if you want," he says, "I'm not paying attention to this."

And he's not. His gaze is glued to his phone.

The situation couldn't be more perfect. It's rare you’re ever alone with Mr. Fushiguro. You’re in his lap, straddling his well-toned thighs. You grind down against his lap, your exposed cunt leaving a small wet patch on his sweatpants. Though his expression remains the same, his face heats up as he realizes you have no panties on.

“Kid-” his eyes widen, “what the hell do you think you're doing?”

“You’re not exactly subtle, old man,” you say, “do you not think I’ve seen the way you look at me?”

Old man?!

He’s a little insulted. That thought is quickly pushed aside. It’s as if he’s struck with a sudden moment of clarity, as if he realizes that his son’s friend is currently trying to fuck him. This is wrong. You’re the same age as his kid! But you’re an adult. A strangely well adjusted one. You can consent; if you really didn't want this, you would be telling him.

“You don't want this.” He says.

He doesn't want you to do something you’ll regret. Toji wants to give you as many chances to back out as possible. If he really wanted you to stop, he’d make you.

“I know what I want.” You say. And what you want is him.

“Stop. This isn't right.” He says. His hands plant on your hips, partially to shove you off, but they freeze in place. “We shouldn't be doing this.”

“If you really wanted me to stop, you would be trying harder.” You say.

It’s not your fault that Megumi’s dad is a slut. This was easier than you expected.

You’re the first to lean in, pulling him into a quick kiss. The warmth of your skin lingers on his long after you pull away. At first it seems as if you're afraid to touch him. That's not the case. He knows very well that you're just testing the waters.

The kiss he pulls you into is rough and needy. He nibbles at your bottom lip until you allow him in, his tongue exploring the wet cavern of your mouth. He tastes faintly of alcohol.

There’s nothing soft about Toji Fushiguro. His touch is rough, and driven by a dark need. His hands are strong, and calloused. It takes no effort for him to regain control of the situation, hauling you into his arms, heading upstairs. Your arms find purchase around his neck, your legs lock around his waist. A sharp gasp leaves you at the sudden weightless feeling.

“Up you go, princess,” he says, his grip on you tightening. Normally you would roll your eyes hard at the nickname. The way he says it makes your heart flutter.

He not-so gently tosses you onto his bed. You land flat on your back, legs momentarily kicking up in the air. Your heart seemingly skips a beat before picking up pace. You’re not used to being thrown around like this. The bed dips under his weight as he climbs on after you. One of his knees nudges your thighs apart, his hands grip your wrists, pressing them down into the sheets. You couldn't wriggle out of his grasp if you tried—not that you want to. You feel tiny underneath him, swallowed by his much larger form. The scent of his cologne is heady, making you feel drunk off of it. Your body aches for him in a way you've never felt before.

Your words catch in your throat. Your skin feels feverish, your throat dry.

“You’ve finally got me where you want me and now you’re speechless?” He says. “That’s no fun.”

He coaxes your shirt over your head, letting out a soft huff upon seeing your bare tits. You chose not to wear a bra, you were expecting this. Your nipples harden when exposed to the air. You lift your hips enough for him to slide your skirt down your legs. He does little to hide the way he takes in your form, or how his eyes linger on your wet cunt. Instinctively your arms move to cover your form, your face flushing.

"Now you're shy?" He says, clicking his tongue.

"Don't be mean!" You scold.

He laughs, the sound coming from low in his chest. He tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it aside with the rest of your clothes. The muscles in his upper body are well toned. Your gaze lingers on them for far longer than you’d like.

“Fine, princess,” he says, planting a wet kiss on your forehead, “I’ll be nice.”

He's not subtle in how he appreciates your body. His gaze lingers on every curve of your form, taking you in hungrily. Toji has never been subtle when getting what he wants. His desires are greedy and all consuming. He tends to forego permission in favor of asking forgiveness once the deed is done. Being at his mercy is intoxicating, and so much better than you could have imagined.

Toji trails wet, opened mouth kisses down your neck. His hands stop to grope greedily at your breasts. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, nipping at it softly. The sharp gasp that leaves you sends a throbbing need right to his cock. He licks a stripe from your bellybutton to your mound, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. You squeeze your thighs shut, desperate for any bit of friction. His gaze travels up your body, his hands gently prying your thighs apart.

"Are you going to keep your legs open for me?" He asks. "Or do I have to hold you down?"

You swallow hard, shaking your head. He plants a kiss on your inner thigh, saying a soft “good girl”

He eats pussy like a man starved. Toji worships you with his tongue, lavishing your aching clit with a skilled touch. One of his fingers presses against your soaked entrance, eliciting a gasp from you at the sudden intrusion. He gives you a moment to adjust before adding a second, working his fingers in and out of you.

Aside from your own moans are the sounds of a man very content with what he’s doing. You should consider yourself lucky you two are alone. Toji’s name leaves your mouth like a prayer, echoing through the empty house. You couldn't keep it down if you tried, not that he wants you to.

Tension builds in your stomach like a coil being wound tight. Every skilled flick of his tongue forces it to wind tighter and tighter, past the point of snapping.

When you cum, you cum hard. Your thighs clamp around his head, twitching as you ride out your orgasm on his face. Toji guides you through it with his tongue.

It takes a moment for overstimulation to register in your lust-addled mind. His name leaves your mouth as broken moans. The sensation is too much, leaving you writhing. You finally gain enough composure to shove his head away. When he pulls away, the lower half of his face glistens in the dim light. His eyes are half lidded, and hazy with need. He runs his tongue over his glossy lower lip. A dark laugh leaves him.

“Please, daddy,” you say.

His pupils shrink down to pinpricks. For a moment you fear you’ve said something wrong. It's quite the opposite. Toji allows himself just this moment to get flustered.

He likes being called daddy more than he wants to admit.

“Please what?” He asks.

“Fuck me,”

“You want me to fuck you, princess?” He says. “Then be a good girl for daddy.”

As much as he’d like to take his time with you, the thought of bending you over and fucking you on the floor is appealing too. He’s not picky. As long as you’re under him, taking his cock, he’ll be content.

He wastes no time in freeing his cock. He’s quite literally huge.The head is flushed dark, and leaking precum. The hairs towards the base are dark, and a bit unruly. A prominent vein runs up the bottom. The sheer size of it is intimidating. The rest of the man is, it’s only fitting his cock would match.

He must notice the way your eyes widen.

"What?" A smug looking smile spreads across his face. "Too big for you?"

You swallow hard, slowly shaking your head. Even if it was, you’d still try to take it.

The head presses into you slowly. You’re wet enough that you put up little resistance. It stings, but it's a whole new kind of pleasure. He's huge, his cock curving in a way that makes your toes curl. He groans as he bottoms out, giving in to the warm, velvety feeling of your cunt. Despite all the prep, he gives you a moment to adjust to his size.

The slow rocking of his hips brings you to an orgasm far sooner than you'd like. The slapping of skin on skin echoes through the empty house, only drowned out by your moans. His face buries in the crook of your neck. Toji litters your neck with hickeys, sucking dark marks into the soft skin.

It feels too good for you to form words, but you want nothing more than to beg him to fuck you harder. What feels like ages go by before you’re able to speak.

"Faster Toji!" You say.

He clicks his tongue. "That's Mr. Fushiguro to you."

His own orgasm creeps up on him faster than he’d like to admit, though you aren't far behind him. His hand moves to toy with your clit, his thumb working small circles around the bundle of nerves. Toji’s hips slam against yours with each of his unrelenting thrusts. The new angle allows him to hit deeper than before, sending a shock of pleasure up your spine.

The coil in your stomach snaps. Your second orgasm rolls over you like a wave, pulling you under and spitting you back out. Your body shudders, your nails raking red lines down his back. Sweat beads in your hairline. Toji's name spills past your lips like a prayer, in short, hiccuping moans.

There’s not one specific thing that sends him over the edge. He bites his hand to stifle a groan as hot ropes of his cum paint your unprotected womb. The feeling is odd at first, but not entirely unpleasant. He doesn't bother pulling out. Maybe it's a bit selfish of him. It's a possessive need to mark you as his. You're his, and only his now.

He pulls out slowly so as to not spill any of his cum. The drops that do fall he quickly collects with his fingers, stuffing them back into your already full cunt.

“Keep looking at me like that, princess, and we might just have to go for another round,” he says.

Your face buries in the covers, partially to hide your embarrassment. They smell like him. They're cool against your feverish face. He lays beside you, opening his arms. Instinctively you go into them. And for a moment he holds you there, basking in the syrupy, sleepy afterglow. His fingers softly trace down the curve of your spine making goosebumps raise along your skin. Your legs tangle with his. The warmth of his body, combined with the steady sound of his breathing, threatens to lull you to sleep.

There’s nothing soft about Toji Fushiguro. But rare moments like this show a different side of him.

He’s not shy about the way his gaze lingers long on your breasts. His hands wander across your body, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips and ass, admiring every dip and curve. Toji looks at you with such admiration that it makes your heart flutter.

“What?” You ask. “You’re looking at me like you have something to say.”

“I don't want to ruin the moment.” He says, giving your thigh a squeeze.

You move a little closer, resting your head on his chest. He smells faintly of sweat, and cigarettes. He leans down to plant a quick kiss on your lips. The action is so soft it seems to catch both of you off guard. There’s no hiding the way you blush now. His large hands move to cup your cheeks, pulling you back to deepen the kiss.

“Up you go, princess,” he says, hauling you into his arms.

You audibly protest. You’re content enough in bed, the last thing you want to do is move.

“Let me clean you up,” he says.

You’re too tired to put up much of a fight.

He sets you down on the bathroom counter while he fills the tub. He strikes you as the type of guy to use 5-in-1 shampoo, so you’re pleasantly surprised when you see separate shampoo and conditioner.

Once he deems the water to be the right temperature, he’s tugging you in with him, his arms wrapping around your waist.

He settles into the water behind you. Steam coils off the surface of the bath, rising, and disappearing into the humid bathroom air. The bathtub is barely big enough to fit the both of you, but after shifting a bit you find a comfortable position. His arms loop around your waist, your back rests against his chest. He leans down to press a kiss at the curve where your neck and shoulder meet. He reaches past you, pulling a washcloth into the water.

“What are you-”

“I said I’d clean you up, didn't I?” He asks.

He does nothing short of worshipping you. His hands work over every inch of your body, kneading your sore muscles, admiring the curves of your body. There’s a sense of urgency behind his touch. The intimacy of the situation is not unknown to him.

One of his hands gropes greedily at your breast. A sharp gasp leaves you as he pinches harshly at your nipple, working it into a stiff peak. His other hand dips below the water. The action is so slow—so subtle—that you don't notice it until his fingers are dragging up your thigh. You let out a small squeak as he grazes across a particularly sensitive spot. Though he’s still figuring out just what makes you writhe, he’s a quick learner.

His fingers find your clit, circling once around the bundle of nerves. You’re still sensitive from your last release. His skilled touch has you writhing and moaning in no time. He leans forward to coo words of praise into your ear, calling you pet names, telling you how good you felt around him. You grind down against his hand, content to chase your own release.

As he brings you to your nth orgasm of the night, you’re left sated, and sleepy. He’d bring you to orgasm after orgasm if you’d let him. And you just might.

You’re not sure when the door opens. Toji didn't hear it. You certainly didn't. Light floods into the empty hallway, visible through the crack in the bedroom door.

Megumi is going to kill you.