#in extra tasty form!

[aniseandspearmint]

i'm looking up dessert recipes and i am so freaking tired of seeing so many 'lightened up' recipes.

i want heavy thanks.

real butter

real sugar

real fat

real everything

like, if i make a thing i'm usually stretching it a week, it's not like i'm eating the whole cobbler or crumble or whatever at once.

tho even if i was it's fine.

dessert isn't some dirty terrible thing that you're punishing yourself for eating.

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Jealousy, Implied catcalling, Harassment, Cannibalism?? Implied Biting, Possessiveness

Description: Alastor realizing the price he pays for having a total fox as an S/O

LOOK

Alastor is happy to show you off, you're his delicious, tasty, mouth-watering babe of a partner

He likes seeing the envy on other's faces when you two are together, likes having you on his arm

Love love loves having your attention solely on him, ignoring the rest of them

He loves rubbing the fact that you're his and his alone in everyone's face, he practically dangles you in their drooling faces just to snatch you up for himself in front of them

What Alastor doesn't love is when people try to take you for themselves, or take your attention from him

Or when they make you uncomfortable/annoyed/sad/the list could keep going

You often were catcalled or sometimes even followed when you walked alone, thirsty demons drooling/hooting over you as you walked by

It's all Alastor can do not to simply just hunt down every single offender, knowing you can take care of yourself

But still

You only need to ask

He never really imagined anybody would make a move on you until it actually happens

He only stepped away for one moment and when he came back some idiot was already flirting with you

Like backed you up against a wall while trying to win you over kind of flirting

Saying filthy things that made Alastor's skin crawl when he pictured it

You looked bored and annoyed 😒 arms crossed defensively over your body(any extra limbs are also tucked in close)

You were hardly listening, perking up once you saw Alastor coming back, moving to meet him halfway

Alastor knows you're tough, knows you can take care of yourself, but when he sees them actually go to make a grab at you

Motherfucker-

Not him physically ripping the offender away from you

Not him using his power to hold them down while he punishes them for even thinking of touching you

Just when he's about finished he'll ask you what their real punishment should be, leaving their fate in your hands

He just wants to please his lil boo-thang

If you choose mercy then Alastor will simply toss them aside and loop his arm with yours, continuing your day as if nothing had happened

If you don't choose mercy then Alastor will gleefully devour them right in front of you if, not even hiding the fact that he's showing off his more monstrous form

Then it's right back to whatever you two were doing before

"No, don't kiss me until you wash your mouth out!"

Maybe is a little more...clingy...after realizing that others are drawn towards you just as he is

He love hates how attractive you are, almost whining about it at times when you two are alone

As if you even asked to look so fine

Can't you just...always stay in the hotel or something???? No????

Maybe wear a collar that says "Alastor" on it???

Um no bitch

Bby why

Let him give you bite marks and hickeys for everyone to see??? Just a few~ He'll be so gentle~ Won't taste your super tasty blood at all~

Okay maybe you two found a compromise

"Alastor w-wait~ Not there~"

Not him biting you in public to mark his territory

Your mans is FERAL

[eggsandramem]

so ink, huh? ✒️🌧️

anyways, design notes!!!!!!!

GOD CSMP IS RUINING ME :WITHEREDAWAY: /VPOS

that first part to the finale on rats pov got me GRRGHGHR.... THE DEFILE MOD IS SO <333,,, yummy tasty grghhrg the csmp lore as a whole makes me explode too

for Rat;

🐀 - The little rat pattern on the bottom of the maid dress are based on a sweater i really like!! they're super cute, and i thought they fit

🐀 - Had to add the extra rats hehe,,, including an oc of mine for self indulgence :swagzauc: (the fella by rats' boot,,, simplified version of my oc Squeakers!)

🐀 ^ - To add onto the rats, i also gave them inkmorphisized forms!! they get ink whimsy too. as a treat

🐀 - I wanted to incorperate the focus items in the mod into both of their designs somehow, so i gave rat a charm of the Sun Effigy!! funky tail charm,,, but shinyy,,,,

🐀 - The horns are more rounded than sharp due to how they look in the pixel sprites! :D

and for Lux;

🖋 - I decided to add a big tear in her right wing, to add onto the fact that her arm got pretty much chopped off by mouthpiece. lux herself mentioned after i shared a wip that it could also be torn because of how she always dies to fall damage and. i can see it LMFAOO😭😭😭

🖋 - The horns in the inkmorphisis form are more sharp than soft, more because i couldnt figure out how to make that same shape i gave rats' horns fit with the moth antennae,,, it still looks a little weird but fuck it we ball </3

🖋 ^ - On the topic of the horns, ive also given them the small little nubby bits to *kind of* resemble a wardens horns, with their little glowy nubs!! just as a nod towards the 'furniture' mod she made :3c

🖋 - I turned the eyespots in her normal design into the Totem of Uncleansing eyes!!!! like i mentioned in rats' notes, in wanted to incorperate the focus items in the mod into their designs, and i thought putting the totems on the eyespots would be super neat,,, :D

🖋 ^ - Unlike the other eyes on the wings, the eye over the torn wing isnt removed, but is rather put into more of a side-viewed/facing position! i didnt want to make it look like a strange, weirdly cut off eye, so yahoo :3

~~~

RAHHG I LOVED MAKING MY OWN DESIGN INTERPERITATIONS FOR THESE TWO.... I NEED TO MAKE MORE EVENTUALLY BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN THAT WILL BE BECAUSE MY MOTIVATION IS AWFUL,,,, FOR NOW? HAVE THESE TWO.... hwat is their duo name..... ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ◅

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

august 2024 episode of octavinelle + 4koma update

You know the drill by now!

Spoilers for the 4koma and the Episode of Octavinelle chapter 12 below the cut. As a reminder, the Episode of Savanaclaw won’t be updating again until winter.

🫵 THERE THEY ARE…

THE SMOOTH CRIMINALS…

The poses in this opening page are so good; Leona sat all lax like a boss who knows who’s large and in charge, Ruggie leaning against the chair and swinging the keys to the vault around on one finger… The posing perfectly captures their personalities and roles in relationship to one another.

Once again, Azul makes many fantastically desperate and despair-filled expressions this installment 😭

Falling to his knees???? Laying flat on the floor??? Man is UNMATCHED when it comes to theatrics.

I like this shot of Azul and Leona’s gazes lining up; it really helps give you the sense of two rivals sizing each other up.

(Side note: you can also tell how much painstaking detail the artists went through to include their eye makeup in these close-ups. Hats off to them for the extra effort, it looks great!)

… WHY DiD THEY hAvFTA mAkE HIM So smUGHERE 💀

damn i wish i was that stack of contracts

… I mean what

sorry

Sorry

SORRY

I got distracted there, what were we talking about again????

AYO they always make Leona casting King’s Roar look so darn cool in the manga 😭

My favorite panel in this sequence has to be the one with the text bubbles. He looks so nonchalant and a little stern as he speaks the chant… The shadows on his face add a lot to the atmosphere of it!

This chapter is the part where Leona gets to sanding Azul’s hard work away! Look at how beautifully drawn Azul’s reaction is ✨

The particle-y effect of the contracts melting into sand is nice 😌 It feeds Azul’s tears… Tasty meal…

MOU YADA IN MANGA FORM IS PEAK

lmao Azul for real threw a tantrum, flailing his limbs and everything 🤡 Love that even Leona and Ruggie have NO idea how they should respond to this.

Oh no, here comes the OB…

The anguish Azul’s experiencing is really coming through. He’s sweating so much and his entire face is so. Er… for lack of a better term, twisted.

I think seeing the blot leaking out from each of them helps to illustrate that they’re truly being overwhelmed and consumed by their own inner darkness. It’s sad to see 😔

We cut back to Yuuta and co. squaring off against the twins!

I wanted to point out and comment on these parts with Jack. He’s not a character that I usually pay much attention to, but I gotta commend him for fighting back so hard and trying to shield the picture even when he’s clearly got no chance of winning. Jack bearing his fangs at Floyd with pupils contracted… 🫶 Very good and loyal pupper! I get the Jack appeal now, lol

I LOVE THIS

It reminds me of the similar Azul-Leona framing earlier in the chapter, though with a different context. I like that this shows how the twins are in sync and coming to the same terrible conclusion.

Not long after, they rush to Azul’s side—which makes me think that these two worry for his wellbeing 😭 THEY DONmT SAY IT OUT LOUD BUT THEY CARE

Oh yeah, here it comes… OB Azul has arrived!! 👀

I MEAN YEAH it’s not good for his health, but I’m so hyped for the battle and flashbacks to his childhood! Baby!Azul shall NOT escape our sight…

The 4koma this month centers on Jack, Vargas, and others (Jade, Kalim, Deuce) talking about using transformation magic for racing.

dhejeveiwhwuow I would say more, but I actually didn’t find this 4koma that remarkable. It’s a generally the boys chatting about animals and their different activities they excel at.

[puppyplayhouse]

Owning Hybrid Seungmin!

Warnings: Hybrid Seungmin, needy Seungmin, dub con, somnophilia, biting, marking, breeding, he's feral, officer! P in V, oral (reader receiving), muzzle that dawg!

You had never planned to adopt a hybrid. You found the whole concept demeaning, but when your best friend Minho mentions a stray floppy eared dog hybrid that his little chipmunk had taken a liking to at the park, you can't help but take pity on him.

He makes himself at home really quickly. You told yourself it would just be for a few weeks until there was space in a hybrid centre, but he grows attached to you so easily, and he's so sweet. The idea of him in a cold sterile room just breaks your heart!

You grow close in no time, and he's glued to your side wherever you go, always watching your environment quietly.

You barely notice the way he growls when men approach you, and you can't understand why he sulks for a week after a date drives you home, his scent lingering on you for far too long. He sleeps in his own bed that week.

The whole ordeal is forgotten quickly with the help of a few tasty treats and extra cuddling, even allowing him to sleep in your bed with you. It doesn't occur to you that you treat him a little too much like a dog.

You don't even notice that it's weird to share your bed with him until Minho mentions it, Seungmins eyes narrowing to shoot daggers at him that you're oblivious to.

He clings to you extra close that night, though you pay no mind. You're a deep sleeper, and you barely stir when he begins nipping at your neck, whining into your ear as he ruts against your leg.

You smell so good. It's really not his fault, is it? He's just a dog. A harmless, innocent dog as he growls against your skin with a bruising grip on your hips.

"Need it..." He mumbles to himself as you roll onto your back, frowning as you restlessly squirm, his hands pushing the shirt you slept in up over your tummy.

You only really start to wake when his arms are already locking around your thighs and his tongue is lapping desperately at your dripping pussy, completely lost in the taste of you.

He doesn't stop. How could he? You're all wet just for him, and your quiet voice asking what he's doing does nothing to convey any resistance as he shoves his pants down, reaching for your hands to hold them firmly beside your head as his throbbing cock grinds against you.

"Need it. Need to breed. Just a little, okay? I'll be good. I'll be gentle. Just take it."

Your shocked gasp as he slips into you makes it hard to keep his promises and he's licking at your mouth in a week form of apology, thrusting harshly into you as he pants.

"So good. Too good. 'M sorry, I have to. Can't stop..."

He's too strong for you to stop him, not that you want to. You're too tired and too turned on to object to the nuzzle of his nose against your neck and the almost painful bite of his teeth marking the delicate skin.

He has to cum into you. He needs to fill you so very much, and once isn't enough. He'll spend the rest of the night pinning you to the bed as he fucks his cum back into you over and over again. This is his only chance to claim you, and he's gonna break you no matter how long it takes.

[serxinns]

Hi! I was wondering if u can do a normal class 1a x reader platonic hc’s? Like readers quirk is like briar from league of legends and readers pretty sweet but scares class 1a a lil

I haven't did fucking headcannons In a WHILE I hope you enjoy them!

Disclaimer I do not know much about this character so if I mischaraterize something then I'm sorry

•ever since you transferred to Ua, they always thought you were a bit weird, especially when you 1st introduced yourself. It was a wild one.

•"Hello, the names y/n l/n and I think blood is tasty!" There was a sudden silence in the class a couple of sweat drops formed on some of the students while you just casually smiled like what you said was completely normal... oh boy it was gonna be a long but fun ride for sure

•your 1st ever companions were Mina and Denki the three of you matched each other's energy and chaoticness it was like 2 dumbasses and one less of a dumbass the 3 of you would get into the most shit like one time you convince Kirishima that he could be a hammer so you somehow got a big nail and test it out resulting in Kirishima knocked out and you 3 getting scolded by and yelled at by katsuki , making iida realizing he has to deal with an extra chaotic person now

• Next was Kirishima your victim I mean your friend you can count on Kirishima was quick to like you due to your lay loose and enthusiastic behavior making him want to be you at times two whenever the two of you trained together you were encouraged each other Kirishima especially and whenever he feels insecure you would encourage him and make sure he's a strong manly man he is! Yall two are just loveable idiots

•Shoto and you had a strange yet wholesome friendship at 1st. Shoto was uncomfortable and cold towards you, which you didn't mind, and you respected his boundaries, but it all clicked when he saw you eating soba. "You like soba?" You turned to face the expressionless boy with a bright smile. "Of course! I even like it with sesame oil, grilled chicken, and a yummy fried egg! Want some?" You reached into the fridge and handed him an extra soba pack and that's how your friendship began even without the soba he thinks ur a pretty interesting person to talk to even with your bizarre talks

"Omg bro you look like that penguin dude from sanrio!"

"I have a cousin name sanrio?"

•next was Ochako she's a tiny bit scared of you at 1st worrying you might get her blood (cough cough flashbacks with toga) but you quickly reassured her that you wouldn't do it without permission which makes her feel a bit better after a bit of time and communicating with each other she starts to feel a bit comfortable with you like would invite you to her room for advice and stuff and the two if you would go out at night to watch the stars with some other students like tsuyu or maybe Tokoyami her most favorite activity is to tell space facts to you (I hc her as a space geek)

•Momo was always your go to whenever you need help with a test and she acts like she's annoyed with it but she genuinely enjoys your company you may the studying sessions fun and interesting for her whenever there's a big test that you forgot to study about all you had to do was go to her dorm and give her the puppy eyes and if she sighs you know that's a instant she then help you study mostly you just copying her notes and make SURE you get a Good grade if not she's gonna make you test the test again untill you get a good grade but outside of studying she spoils you with gifts and more to show off to your other classmates and invites you and the girls for a tea party which ends up quite chaotic

•Jirou was your music bestie you and her trade music Playlists like it's Halloween candy you like cutely but with disturbing music types of songs while jirou like cozy, calm, and peaceful genre but she admits your types of songs are amazing! But you sometimes scare her with your type of music one time she overheard your headphones blasting some sort of innocent cheery music talking about "we'll be together forever!" She thought it was cute so she asked you what song it was and you told her the lyrics and..

"Hey y/n what's the title of that song is sounds catchy?"

"So you became the moon!"

"Awww that's sounds pretty cute whats it about anyways?"

"It's about two kids drowning in a frozen late and they became together in heaven!"

"...you know what that's probably one of the tamest songs you played knowing you I'll take it"

Yea let's just say she was used to your kooky creepy music but she didn't mind, as long as that song slaps she's jamming it with you!

•Bakugo and you were fucking CHAOTIC rivals like yall two would never get along especially when the two of you 1st met you and bakugo would make a competition out of everything to the point he stopped paying attention to izuku at times which he doesn't know if he should be worried for blessed maybe both but the two of you will cause a storm one time yall wanted played Mario party with sero, and sato to see who was the best and it esuclated fast everyone in the class were rooting for you or bakugo even most of class 1b joined in on this making bets and momomeven making merch of this, shit was like a football game but unfortunately it was cut short by a angry aizawa with fuzzy bunny slippers with a hello kitty pajamas (don't even ask) but after thst night the two of you became popular

▪︎ but aside from then bakugo secretly respects you your determination and you wanting to give your all makes him admire that somehow so be bugs you everyday for now on wanting to see that determination again even the rest of the class started to notice and tease him about it which pissed him off

• Izuku isn't at all scared by you but rather is intrigued by your personality and quirk when you 1st introduced yourself he asked alot of questions about you, how your quirk operates, kind of quirk is it, do you drink animal blood-? He wants to know everything and you let him, you and him will chat each other's ears off about your favorite pro hero's and sometimes even go out to hunt for rare hero merch, you even helped izuku by participating in the black Friday event to get a all might themed ice cream maker that he has this day thanks to you if it wasn't for you punching that Karen, he cherished that ice cream maker to this day and even host ice cream parties here and there the two of you basically shared it

• But overall you were their chaotic sibing that are willing to protect, defend, and come to your aid even if it's your fault and out on the battle field you were a beast out there that one time when you, jirou, momo and denki, beat a bunch of villians you didn't know your arm was broken untill you pointed out momo and jirou freaked out while denki ran to get some aid but strangely you weren't bothered by it rather you were joking about it

Momo- "it's ok y/n help it's on the way stay put stay calm"

Jirou - just take deep breaths and count to 10-

"I wonder if I can sling it around will it spin freely"

Both- wtf-

• Yea you were a werid bitch but you were there werid bitch and they wouldn't trade you for the world

[metal-mouse]

Devils and Heathens Alike

Pair: Ryomen Sukuna x f!Concubine Reader (M/F Pairing)

Themes: Smut. Dom Sukuna x Sub Reader. King x Concubine trope. True form Sukuna (extra arms and mouths baby).

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. F!Receiving oral. Unprotected p in v. Restraints. Power dynamic. Rough intercourse. Objectification. Degradation. Hair pulling. Choking. Guys it’s Sukuna, he’s gonna be mean. This is just pure filth.

Summary: 3k. You are Sukuna’s favourite concubine, and his favourite time of day is when you crawl into his bed.

Note: I’m down fucking bad. I hate Sukuna. I need him carnally, and this trope is just so damn tasty. This definitely started as a ‘hear me out’ text. I also think this is the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written. Maybe I need to find religion. Did y’all know I write fic sometimes? Yeah, I didn’t either. I don’t edit things sorry :)

The King of Curses. That is who you served. That was who you now walked towards, wearing a gossamer thin dress that did nothing to conceal your body from prying eyes. Yet, despite always feeling so exposed, not a single one of Sukuna Ryomen’s servants or members of his court would dare look at you while you roamed the halls. Not when they would face the wrath of their master for ogling that which is his.

Sukuna lounged on his large bed, one arm lazily curled behind his head as he watched you approach with appraising eyes. When he’d brought you here to be his concubine, initially you had resisted. His size, his power, his reputation… he was the most intimidating and sinister figure you’d ever met - until he waited for you.

The first time he had brought you to his bed, when you had pulled away from his touch with a noise of fear and protest, he’d stopped. Sukuna Ryomen was a figure who took what he wanted, when he wanted. Yet for you… He spent weeks ‘courting’ you with gentle touches and begrudgingly kind words. He had no use being kind to pathetic little humans, but for your body he was willing to make the sacrifice.

The first time you had given him permission, he didn’t even wait for the sanctuary of his bed. He’d picked you up and took out weeks of pent up sexual frustrations out on your tight hole right against the wall. You had seen stars, screaming yourself hoarse from the countless orgasms he had coaxed from you. When he had finally laid you down in his bed, you had to stay there for two days before you had the strength in your legs to walk again.

Months had now passed since you’d given yourself to Sukuna as his precious little concubine, always near him as though you were an accessory to his daily outfit, and you had grown to anticipate these moments. You’d grown to love the thrill that went down your spine and peaked your nipples just by the way he looked at you like he was going to devour your very soul - starting at your cunt.

As you walked towards the massive bed where the King of Curses lounged naked, your hands rose to the straps keeping your barely there dress on your body. You pushed them to the side, letting the thin fabric pool on the ground as you smoothly stepped out of it. Sukuna’s chin lifted in approval, his eyes trained on you and the way your body moved as you climbed up into bed with him and crawled towards him making sure to hold his gaze just the way he liked.

Two of his large hands came up, gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him all while one of his arms stayed behind his head and the other reached out to caress the soft skin of your belly and roam up between your breasts.

“You’re eager today.” His deep voice practically pierced your heart every time you heard him speak.

“I can’t help needing you.” Your voice quickly lost momentum as Sukuna’s large hand teased over your breast and came up to wrap around your neck.

“Such a needy little slut. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one being used.” All you could do was gasp as his hand tightened around your neck, his two other hands holding you in place by your hips while the smug bastard lounged lazily and watched you with those burning crimson eyes, “And that won’t do at all.”

Sukuna sat up, looming over you as he pushed you down onto your back. His single free hand came up, tenderly brushing some hair from your face - likely the only gentleness he would show you tonight. Your chin lifted, a silent plea for a kiss. He didn’t oblige you. Instead he gripped your hair and pulled your head back further exposing the column of your neck. The hand he’d wrapped around your throat roamed southward, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers eliciting a soft whine from your throat.

“What a pretty little sound from a pathetic little human.” Sukuna sneered, leaning in and licking a stripe up your neck.

“If I’m so pathetic, why are you so desperate for me?” Your question was met with a sharp bite at the base of your neck, Sukuna’s grip on your hips tightening.

“Don’t give me attitude, brat.” His voice was a deep growl in your ear as he gave your hair a sharp tug. You whimpered softly, your eyes closing at the sensation of his breath hot on your skin and his hand fisted in your hair. Sukuna’s hands on your hips roamed downwards, curving in and hooking around your inner thighs as he pried your legs apart. You reached out, gently caressing the skin of his biceps and shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck and teasing at his skin with your nails.

He held your legs open, leaning down and trailing hot kisses and licks down your collar, down your chest, until he took one of your nipples into his mouth. Sukuna’s strength held you in place as you let out a shuddering moan, his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh and his tongue swirling over your nipple making it stand at attention. As he bit and sucked at your tits, his grip held firm in your hair holding your head back. Sukuna’s thumbs massaged at your inner thighs, so close yet so far from your aching heat.

Your hips lifted, bucking as you desperately tried to get him to touch you exactly where you wanted. You whined out when one of his thumbs brushed against your wet folds, only for him to pull back and give you a slap on your pussy making your thighs pull closer together.

“Do that again, and I won’t touch you at all. You can choke on my cock then go. Do you understand?” Sukuna pulled your head up roughly to look him in the eyes as he warned you.

“Y-yes.” You tried to nod, your head barely moving from the grip he had on your hair.

“Good girl, now hold still.” His praise went straight to your cunt as he pulled your legs apart roughly, pinning them in place with his massive hands. Sukuna pushed himself up a little, his crimson eyes taking in every single inch of your figure. He didn’t touch you, he simply looked at you with his every intention clear in his gaze. Fuck, you loved to see that look in his eyes. A threat that you wouldn’t be walking anywhere for the next few days, and an unspoken promise that you’d instead be carried anywhere you needed to go.

It pained you to stay so still, while Sukuna’s eyes caught on your slick slit and he seemed captivated by it. He didn’t even have to touch you for you to be whining out for him. The sweet, needy sounds you were making made his gaze finally lift to your face.

“Do you want me to touch you, slut?” You were nodding before he even finished asking his question.

“Please. Please Sukuna, I need it. Please touch me.” It took every ounce of self-control you had to follow his orders and stay still. You wanted to feel him all over, you wanted to kiss him, you wanted him to be buried deep inside of you. You felt like you might catch on fire if he didn’t do something.

He let out a dark chuckle, stroking the pad of his thumb along your entrance and spreading your slick up to your clit that he slowly started to circle. He was barely fucking touching you and your toes were already curling. Sukuna’s touch became more firm, a shudder running through your body at the sheer relief that he gave you. The contact of his rough skin over your clit was glorious, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“A-ah!” You cried out as one of his thick fingers pushed into you. His lower hands gripped your calves, pushing your knees up and apart before he pinned you by the backs of your thighs in his strong grip. The hand in your hair moved to your throat, his thumb pushing against your jaw to force you to look at his face as his thick digit slowly pushed in and out of your drenched hole.

Doing your best not to squirm, your nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. You needed to brace on something while he fingerfucked you and his thumb rubbed lazy circles over your clit. The sound of your desperate moans and whimpers had an arrogant little smirk playing at Sukuna’s lips. He loved to see you like this, with nowhere to go while he toyed with you.

Sukuna’s grip on your throat tightened, giving you that delicious head rush feeling that only amplified the tension in your body as his finger buried deep inside of you and curled forward to press against that sensitive spot which he would sometimes tease until you were in tears. You tried to nod, gasping and letting out strangled moans as his finger pumped and curled into you.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little hole.” Sukuna’s voice rumbled as he leaned in close enough that his lips barely brushed against yours. You whimpered trying to lift your head to meet him in a kiss, but he held you down by your neck.

“Please…” Your voice was but a whisper, but you knew that he heard you.

“Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you cum.” His lips curled into a sadistic smile, showing off his sharp teeth as he pushed another finger inside of you and buried his fingers to the knuckle over and over again while rubbing circles on your clit. Faster and faster his fingers fucked into your pussy, and that familiar pressure began to coil up in your core like a spring that was ready to snap. Your thighs trembled from where they were pinned into place by Sukuna, your toes curling and your mouth falling open as you began to cross that edge over into pure bliss - when he stopped.

Sukuna left you crying out and whining in protest as he abruptly pulled his fingers out. He lifted his hand to his stomach, the mouth there splitting open as his large tongue cleaning your slick off of his fingers as he grinned at you.

“What a sweet little toy.” He praised, letting go of you entirely, “on all fours.”

Breathing heavily, and still in emotional distress from your ruined orgasm you did as he said, rolling over onto your knees and planting your palms against the bed. Two of his hands spread your legs to the position he wanted, taking a firm grip of your hips. He pushed your face down towards the bed so your ass was in the air, grabbing your arms and twisting them behind your back and holding them in place with one large hand.

Your eyes practically rolled back when you felt the engorged head of his cock press against your entrance. Sukuna’s grip on your hips and your wrists became tighter, his free hand guiding himself into your dripping cunt.

“Fu— unh…” You didn’t even have it in yourself to form words as he sheathed himself inside of you, his hips pressed tight up against your ass. Sukuna’s second mercy of the night was the way he stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly his hips pulled back and rolled into you, a muttered curse spilling from his lips at the way you wrapped around his cock.

Sukuna fucked you at a steady, deep pace that had you drooling onto the bed. You couldn’t keep your mouth closed, incoherent sounds keening from your throat with every thrust. Your fingers flexed futilely, desperate to clutch onto anything as he held your wrists firmly against your back. With nothing to ground you to this reality, you were left seeing stars as he pounded into you over and over again. He filled you so perfectly, hitting all the right spots and giving you that satisfying stretched sensation.

“Fucking slut, you love it when I use you.” Sukuna’s voice was a growl. You managed to nod, moaning stupidly with your eyes squeezed shut as that heavy pressure coiled at your core again. “I can feel you tightening around me, do you want to cum, brat?” He sneered.

“Uh-huh.” Your confirmation was drawn out into a moan. Sukuna’s deep thrusts hadn’t stopped for a moment, his vice-like grip on your hips held you in place.

“Use your words.” He demanded, sounding a little breathless himself.

“W-wanna cum. Please.” It took every ounce of brainpower you still held to whine out the words. He let out a dark laugh, his free hand wrapping around you so his fingers could circle your clit as he drilled into you and pinned you in place.

“Cum.” And just liked that the hot pressure built up in your core snapped. Sukuna’s grip held you firmly in place as your orgasm rocked through your whole body with your thighs tensing, toes curling, and back arching so beautifully. He didn’t stop, pounding into you as your walls pulsed and clenched around his cock coaxing him deeper and deeper. You were a squirming mess of loud moans and desperate cries. You needed something to hold onto, you needed to breathe, you needed him to fuck you like this forever.

As your orgasm subsided, he pushed you away roughly and turned you on your back. He was on you in an instant, grabbing you behind your knees and pushing your legs up and apart as he grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. He angled his cock against your mess of an entrance and slammed back into you without mercy.

Sukuna grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him while he held all control. While he pinned you in place and resumed pounding your cunt, his wicked crimson eyes scanned over your features. They looked down at your tits that bounced with every roll of his hips. Of how gods damned small you were underneath him. His head tilted as he looked down between your legs and watched himself disappear into your pussy repeatedly. His head lifted, and he finally leaned in and kissed you.

His kisses were always all-consuming, heated, and rough. His tongue pushed past your lips, which you parted obediently as you drank in the intimacy of the kiss all while moaning into him without a single thought. As your tongues met, Sukuna’s strength holding you still, you felt a curious sensation. The familiar pleasure of Sukuna’s cock filling you to the brim was met with a wet, spongy feeling flicking at your clit. Gasping, you managed to pull away from the kiss to look and see the mouth on his stomach had parted enough to slide his tongue out to tease at your clit as he fucked you.

Over and over his tongue flicked and swirled around your over sensitive bundle of nerves, his hips rolling in tandem. It was like your brain snapped, you weren’t even sure if you were making noise now or if your mouth was just hanging open as your eyes rolled back from the blinding pleasure. Much to Sukuna’s pleasure, he got to watch the look on your face and listen to the ragged cries that spilled from you, sometimes interspersed with half-words and pleas.

Sensitive and overstimulated, it didn’t take long for you to crash headlong into another orgasm. Wailing out and thrashing to get away from Sukuna and the overwhelming pleasure, his grip on you only tightened as he helped you ride it out as you made a complete mess of his cock. He growled, his brows furrowing as your cunt pulsed and milked him.

“Gonna fill you ‘til you’re dripping with cum.” His words were a threat and a promise, but they barely registered in your mind. Nothing registered except for the throbbing pleasure in your pussy and the heat that spread across your whole body. He held your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. He loved that fucked out look in your eyes, the dazed expression in your face, the heat behind your skin. His thrusts grew more and more frantic until he let out a little grunt, fucking you deep and slow as he came. His grip on your legs and wrists became bruising as he emptied himself inside of you, with every roll of his hips your juices mixed with his seed spilling out of you.

When satisfied, Sukuna pulled out and looked down to assess his work. A pleased little smirk spread on his lips at the messy sheen of fluids slowly dripping from your cunt.

“Good girl.” His voice was a deep murmur, and he slowly released you from his grip and let your limbs sink to the soft mattress. With a resigned sigh, the King of Curses lay down beside you tugging you close with an arm. Fucked utterly stupid, your hormones and emotions ran high with tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. All four arms wrapped around you, holding you close just the way you liked as your body shook from the intensity of your sex. Sukuna pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close.

For the rest of the night, Sukuna would begrudgingly take care of you, bringing you food and water and holding you while your body and mind recovered from experiencing him. While he insisted it was foolish, annoying, and an insult to his status… there was no denying the tender touch he applied after having you.

One day, you knew he may grow bored of you, a curse was a fickle thing after all. Yet, for now, you would bask in his attention and his care that he pretended to hate so much. He’d chosen you. He’d waited. He’d let you become the best part of his day. You curled up against him, anchored by the strength of his body and closed your eyes, content to do it all again.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi, Can you for Nezuko!reader x Whitebeard crew. So just basically in the Demon slayer world Nezuko was hit with a blood demon art and just appeared on Whitebeard ship.

(Extra if you want: Nezuko wanting to be friends with Izou because he has pretty kimonos)

-They didn’t know where you came from or even what you were, when you suddenly dropped out of the sky, literally, from what looked to be a fiery portal made of black fire, landing hard on the desk of the Moby Dick.

-You looked like a teenage girl when you first arrived, looking terribly injured, one of your legs and both of your arms missing, growling darkly at them all like you were some kind of animal.

-When you suddenly grew your missing limbs, instantly healing your wounds, many thought they were in for a fight, until you realized you were in the sunshine, which used to hurt, but it didn’t, and you calmed, looking up at the sun in awe.

-Whitebeard lowered his weapon first and the others quickly did the same, following his example as you calmed down, not aggressive anymore but you shocked everyone by your form changing to that of a child’s, shrinking down before you tipped over and were fast asleep.

-You slept for several days, curled into a little ball in Marco’s room, as he was the one watching you, minding your status, as well as inspecting you, finding that you had fangs and claws like a demon, but no demon they had ever seen before.

-When you woke up, you wandered around like a lost puppy, like you were looking for something, peeking into rooms, looking under tables, following others around, hoping they would lead you to your brother, who didn’t arrive with you.

-When you arrived on the deck, looking up at the massive man known as Whitebeard, not being able to find your brother, you fell to your rear and tears quickly welled in your eyes as you started crying, your mouthpiece falling from your mouth.

-You quickly sent the ship into a panic, wondering why you were crying, but Whitebeard could feel something, like he could sense the reason behind your tears as he easily picked you up, putting you on his knee, trying to comfort you, “It seems Y/N is missing someone- perhaps that portal she came through had someone she left behind and can’t get back to them now.”

-You looked up at him through teary eyes, his words sounded right, like what he was explaining, as you couldn’t find your big brother. Whitebeard announced that you were now adopted by him and his crew and everyone on the ship became your big brothers.

-You were a curious child, always exploring and popping up in the oddest places, and you would follow certain crew members around like a duckling, with your favorites being Izo, because his clothes were familiar to you, Thatch, because he always made you tasty food, which you could now eat, Marco, who was like your protector and you slept with him, and Whitebeard, because he felt safe and comforting.

-Despite not looking overly powerful, you quickly proved yourself when the marines tried to attack, attacking your new family, and they were all stunned when your form changed to your teenage form, showing that you were able to change forms based on how much power you had stored.

-When you shifted into your adult form, however, the vines covering your skin, your fangs and nails growing, you quickly handled business, easily taking care of the marines who dared to attack your family.

-When you arrived back on the ship Izo ran to you, scolding you for being so indecent, as your kimono had fallen open, showing off your chest and legs, while you tilted your head, confused by his anger before you shrank back down to your teenage form.

-Whitebeard just boomed with laughter, finding it amusing that you were so strong, at least physically, as they all knew you were a bit fragile mentally, as you would cry at random times, looking up at the sky or out across the ocean, missing whoever you were missing.

-There were also times when you would remember your mother, when you would see one of your brothers needing comfort, mimicking her, comforting them in your own way, doing your best.

-You were a surprise on the ship, but you weren’t unwelcome, and you felt safe with them, and while you never stopped looking for and missing your brother, you at least had a family who you could call your own in this new world.

[lexithevalkyrie]

Fat tip number 15: piggies got to eat

In today's fat tip, we will be looking at some affordable foods to really pack the pounds for your piggies!

Starting with the most important meal of the day, you have many options for a fattening breakfast. But the combo I am focusing on is a favorite combo of mine, a simple egg, cheese, and ham croissant with some orange juice. A simple and relatively small meal can give you a lot of calories to start off the day. To break down the calories using 3 eggs cooked in butter (averages roughly 300 calories), sliced ham (sliced wellshire ham is 110 per slice), shredded Mexican cheese (110 calories per serving), a nice buttery croissant ( averages 250+ calories), and washing it all down with some OJ (averaging 110 calories)bringing you to around 910 calories to start, to put that into perspective the average total calories you would eat for breakfast is 350-450 calories

Now starting off your day with almost 1k calories in your gut it's time for lunch, since you had a big breakfast you should treat lunch as a light snack to digest what you ate in the morning. So we will have a light meal im the form of a hostess danish, now although such a tiny snack could hardly count as lunch, many people overlook its ungodly amount of calories in it. A single pack of danish can add as much as 430 calories. Bring your total to 1.3k calories and because it is such a small snack by the time it is dinner you'll be hungry for more~

A few hours past, and your gut is likely ready for even more tasty food. So, to hit your calories, it is time to eat some pizza and drink some soda! For some cheap and grease filled pizza, we will be having little Ceasars pizza, crazy bread, and some Coca-Cola. To break down the count here, a large extra most bestest pepperoni pizza averages 309 calories per slice (having 4 slices should be enough), 3 sticks of crazy bread will give you 295 calories, and a can of cola is 170 calories. Bringing you to 3,093 calories. And with a big stuffed belly, you can enjoy a late night snack to add just that extra calories 😉

[mychlapci]

since constructiprowl was mentioned, my liege i have actually just passed the part in mtmte/dark cybertron where i finally got to see the constructicons for the first time and they are so funny jgskjds

Thinking about them as his own personal weird little hype crew. If Prowl has no means to physically stop them they will follow him. They only leave him alone when they dont have specific security clearance to follow him.

Otherwise theyre basically always there and like. I dunno. Being. Supportive. Like they will physically try to hold Prowl's hand when crossing the street (try because Prowl immediately shakes them off). Even if they can't hold him, they will actively tell him when its safe to cross. They also crowd around behind him whenever he buys stuff just like 'oh you getting an energon pastry prowl?' 'oooo pastry' 'oh great choice prowl' 'looks good'. They need him to know hes making such a good decision :>

Sometimes if he hasnt eaten in a while and he goes out to get the energon equivalent of a shot of espresso and nothing else, the constructicons will also be like 'hey boss boss dont you want to get a snack the snacks look real good today' 'yeah Prowl have you seen the gels they put out today man they look really tasty' And they WILL keep going until Prowl sighs and buys one for himself. Then they all cheer

Sometimes if Prowl is feeling extra generous he'll buy all of them a snack. For no reason. Just cos it shuts them up for a few minutes.

They also tend to walk behind him, unless its really crowded. They know how uncomfortable it can be for Prowl to be in too crowded a space due to his sensitive doorwings, so they will kind of surround him if they notice any discomfort. They are big enough and there are enough of them to form a buffer around Prowl and the rest of the crowd. Prowl doesnt acknowledge it, but it honestly does help a lot. Just having that extra space for his doorwings to be raised and not constantly bumped into and jostled about is a big difference

I think there is probably also one time where Prowl really really overworked himself and just collapses. Like he and the boys are just sitting together to refuel (not by Prowl's choice) when he suddenly loses power and clonks his helm hard on the table. And stops moving. Cue 5 very panicky constructicons bursting into the medbay like 'MEDIC MEDIC HELP HES DYING' whilst carrying the limp form of Prowl and making a huge din until Prowl gets but on a medberth or smth gkjsdkjs

the constructicons as Prowl’s personal hypemen is a concept that just never gets old. they love their little autobot!! he’s so fun to be around!! Nowadays, Prowl is just accompanyied by a constant chorus of Yes Prowl!! good choice Prowl!! yeah you assholes, you better to listen to Prowl!! Tell them Prowl!!

[saltywastelandkitty]

Just went to have some Japanese food, a big bowl of spicy chicken ramen with extra noodles 😳 it was pretty spicy but very tasty and very filling ❤️

I was a bit shocked by how big I looked after 😳

You can really see my red stretch marks in these pics :3 I think I'm going to form new ones 🥺

Oh, and it's dessert time now~ 😊

[haunting-venus]

wolf in sheep's clothing ↳ jake sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), predator / prey play ( but pretty mild ), oral ( m ), masturbation ( f ), dirty talk, praise, knife play if you squint, facial, accidental stimulation

word count: 3587

notes | here i am for day four of romancing pandora: predator / prey ! first time writing for the man who got me into this fandom and who doesn't love some 2009! jake. these just keep getting longer, its a blessing and a curse

na'vi dictionary | ikran — banshee ; mawey — be calm ; pa'li — direhorse ; tewng — loincloth

Jake’s breath came out in shallow pants, calves burning with exertion as he carried himself as quickly and quietly as he could through the dense foliage of the forest. It was nearing eclipse, the shine of the sun becoming dimmer through the canopies of the massive trees, the more obscured fauna already beginning to glow lightly with bioluminescent colors.

He was a bit embarrassed of how winded he was, taking a pause to put his hands above his head and inhale deep breaths. He did his best to keep in shape after his discharge, but there was only so much cardio you could do while you were planted in a wheelchair.

Luckily, his avatar was quick to build stamina, the lean body adapted to the harsh climate and terrain of the Forest Na’vi. The pads of his feet were rough and strong, thighs tight with muscle to plant himself firmly while climbing trees, lats and biceps sturdy and taut in preparation to swing across vines or scale mountainsides. It was new, weird, and ultimately awesome.

Still, all his physiological adaptations of his new form (his body, he reminded himself, this was his body now) did little to ease the burn in his chest. He’d been running for a while now, ducking down and between trees and vines in ways that his mind remembered but his body was still slowly readapting to.

It was a simple exercise, really. A test to make sure he had adapted to moving and hunting like a Na’vi rather than a Sky Person. He’d become better—learning to quiet his steps, hear the sounds of nature and the wind that could carry his scent and sound, and he was at least trying to feel the energy of the world around. Still, you had wanted to be sure before you brought him on an official hunt, to prevent him from embarrassing both you and him.

You’d begun right after lunch, riding Jake out on your ikran to the far reaches of the forest, miles from Hometree. He’d gotten a head start of about thirty minutes and directions to the general location of Hometree before you’d sent him away with a pat on the back and a knowing smirk.

The task had two rules—1) make it back to Hometree before the eclipse set fully for the night, and 2) don’t get caught.

He’s beginning to recognize the landscape surrounding Hometree, bark marked with knife symbols and stray arrows that preceded the training grounds. He couldn’t be far now.

He knew firsthand how many predators lie in the forest, and they all seemed hell-bent on getting a chunk of his tasty blue flesh, so he wasn’t eager to see one of them again. Then again, there was little in the forest that set his nerves on end more than you.

Your relationship was strange, dancing between the line of ‘absolutely hating each other’ and ‘begrudging friends due to circumstance’. It seemed like you teeteered between them each day depending on your mood or how shitty he was doing in his training.

You’d taken up the mantle of helping Jake with extra training whenever Neytiri was pulled away for her duties as tsakarem, something that was becoming more and more common with the steady invasion of the Sky Demons. You were a strong hunter, more patient than Neytiri was but also twice as demanding. You knew what you wanted done and how, and knew exactly how to get it, even if it meant keeping Jake awake all night practicing his bow stance. 

There were times you looked at Jake like he was the scum that stuck to the bottom of your shoe (well, if you wore shoes), like he had single-handedly arrived to make your life difficult. Then, there were the other times. The times when you let your gaze soften as you taught him the words of your people—words like love, and hope and friendship that felt like more than just words when they passed your lips so sweetly.  The times when your grip tightens on the bulge of his muscles to adjust his stance, or when your eyes linger a little too long on the exposed skin of his stomach.

It was in those times he felt his mind wander somewhere beyond the defined boundaries of your relationship, to slip into something a little softer, a little hotter. It was starting to become a problem, how ingrained your moods and touches were into the etches of his being, how he was becoming more and more certain that you wanted him just as bad.

Fuck, he could be imagining it, probably was imagining it, but it didn’t matter when you wouldn’t get out of his damn head. You were steady, and tough and so fucking sexy it made his head spin.

He couldn’t help the wandering thoughts as he trailed through the forest, body and mind exhausted from the hours he’d spent watching his every step, craning his head to every sound. His ears twitched up and out, picking up on the low hum of insects and scuffles of small game across the forest floor. He’d been antsy for a while now, the skin rising on the back of his neck and blood thumping through his veins. It felt like he was being watched, that strange dread of being small and targeted creeping up his spine.

The tackle takes him by surprise, the full weight of your body emerging from a low-hanging branch to throw him off balance. He’s a lot bigger than you, stronger too, but this was your terrain and you were definitely in control. He stumbles over vines and rocks as he tumbles back, the impact of the hard ground knocking the breath from his already exhausted lungs.

You’re able to roll off him with grace, readjusting your stance to crouch lowly over him with a mild hiss. Your knife is at his throat before he even has a chance to get his bearings.

“Dead.” Your hot breath hisses over his ear, the cool edge of your knife pressing lightly to his carotid artery.

The blood pounding in his head quickly rushes elsewhere when he’s finally able to take note of your positions. Your face is close enough he can feel your lightly heaving breaths next to his ear, your tail flicking mildly against his thigh as you hold your barely covered sex just above his own. It’s dumb and wrong and he can’t believe he is sporting a halfie right now because what the hell happened to him in life that this gets him hot?

Your gaze softens as he struggles to catch his breath, relaxing your crouch position into a sit on the area just above his loincloth, making him huff. He hopes to whatever god there is on Pandora that you take his flushed cheeks and heavy breathing as anger at being caught and not the mind-bending arousal that was flooding his system.

“You did well, Jake. Most children don’t get nearly this far on their first trial.” You lean back on his lap, knife still dangling from one hand. You clearly don’t seem too bothered with the proximity of your ass to his cock, giving him a teasing look as you praise him. He knew the Na’vi were more open with their sexuality, more casual with touching and feeling than humans but this had to be raising some kind of flags for you.

“Yeah, well, maybe if I had a better teacher…” His voice sounds strained to his own ears, desperate to move the conversation to something, anything, to distract him and get that damn sexy look off your face, like you’ve just won a prize.

Your grin is wide and teasing, easily brushing off his jab. You let your sharp-edged blade trace precariously against the skin of his stomach, voice thick in accented English. “Oh, don’t be a sore sport, Jake. I’m being nice, even though your footsteps are like thunder.”

"Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.” He huffed, leaning a hand behind his head to catch his breath and avoid your piercing gaze.

“Oh, it was. You were moving around like a baby pa’li, just stomp, stomp, stomp.” Your giggles were relentless as you teased him, thumping your feet and tail in loud smacks to drive home your point.

Jake usually would have found it childish, just pushing you off himself and brushing off his shame. Except, your hips swayed dangerously low to the tent in his loincloth with each of your stomping movements, eventually brushing against his sensitive skin and causing heat to shoot through his stomach and up his spine.

“Fuck, don’t move, darling.” His voice was heavier than he meant it to be, his hands instinctively grasping your hips to stop you from moving any further.

Your eyes trail from the flush high on his cheeks to the twitching of his ears, a slow realization coming over your face. Your eyes dilate, tail twitching behind you as you purposefully push your hips back against the growing bulge of his cock. He lets out a groan, fingers tightening against the curve of your hips as he forces his own to stay still.

“I did this to you?” Your expression is unreadable, eyes darting over his face in question.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Jake rubs a hand over his eyes, obviously embarrassed. You tackled him, got on his lap and put a damn knife to his neck, and he popped a boner like a goddamn teenager. Grace is gonna murder him when she finds out this is what gets him finally kicked out of the village. “You just looked so pretty, and my adrenaline was going. It-it’s really natural-”

“Mawey, Jake, it is ok.” You grasp one of his hands, your fingers soft but insistent as you lead him to the dip between your legs. He looks up with questioning eyes, waiting for your permission, before dipping his fingers underneath the soft fabric. He bites his lip as he lets his fingers explore the valleys of your pussy, coming away hot and slick from your arousal. 

Your eyes are still focused only on his face, moving your hips idly against his exploring touch as your breath quickens. “It is the same for me. I want you, Jake, all of you, if you will have me.”

He sits up at the waist, letting the fingers from his free hand trace along the edges of your hips and the base of your tail, relishing in the shivers you let out against his chest. He thinks for a moment he must have hit his head too hard since there was no way this strong warrior, this beautiful being so far from anything he had ever known, was offering herself to him.

Except he can feel every breath that huffs from your chest, each twitch of your thighs against his hip, each tremor that wracks your frame when his fingers roll your clit. It makes any rational thought in his head sweep away, pushing his forehead to yours to breathe in this moment.

“Yes, I want you, of course I want you.”

You reached a hand to his face and he could smell the hot musk of your arousal so strongly it made his hips twitch. He leaned his face into your hand, feeling the soft touch of your fingers before pushing his lips to yours impatiently. You sunk into his embrace as he pulled you close, chests brushing one another as you explored the feel of each other for the first time.

Your tongue slipped between your teeth, teasing the edge of Jake’s lips as you opened yourself up to him, letting the sensations of his fingers dipping into your cunt roll over you.

You’d had a few lovers before, fleeting encounters in the night throughout your life, but none had lit your skin aflame like Jake. He was different and a little forbidden, a strong man who threw himself wholeheartedly into the ways of your people and, fuck, you wanted him like no one before. 

His hand trails up the length of your ribs, feeling each dip and curve of your figure as your body moves into him. You let out a shaky gasp that borders on a moan when he grips your tit, thumb moving teasingly along the stiff bud of your nipple. You’re trying so hard to keep yourself together, to be the one in control, but can feel yourself crumbling at each press of his fingers against your hot flesh.

Jake groans against your lips, keeping his thumb rubbing against your tit. “Fuck, I love that sound. Let me hear it again, sweet girl.”

“Me first.” You trail your fingers under the hem of his tewng,pulling the fabric down with a tug to the strings. Jake can see the focus of your eyes, almost grounding yourself like you’re trying to regain some sort of control over your body.

Jake’s touch made you feel like you were falling, an exhilarating and nerve-wracking loss of control that had you shaking. You let your fingers slip over the head of his cock, already wet with precum and decorated with little tanhì on the lavender skin. Jake grunts as you let your fingers slide repeatedly over the wet slit, the confident look from earlier returning to your features as you drink in the sounds he makes with each pass of your hand.

“Oh, come on, darling, let me make you feel good. I was just getting started.” His grin is wicked sharp, as dangerous and enticing as he is, his alien fingers rubbing firmly over your clit to prove his point.

“Come now, I successfully got my prey. Shouldn’t I get to reap a hunter’s reward?” Your lips are swollen as you pant the words into his mouth, moving both your hands to twist around the length of his cock. He hardly muffles a moan at the overwhelming stimulation, brows furrowed in pleasure as you let a grin sneak over your lips.

And fuck that shouldn’t make heat run through him like it does, setting his ears aflame as his hips twitch unwittingly into your grasp. Your prey. He certainly felt like it with the coy way your fingers grasped around his cock, each muscle in his body plying to the sweet friction of your touch.

He lets himself relax back against the dirt and moss of the ground, feeling a pang of need go through him at the look in your eyes as you run your fingers along him, imprinting yourself onto him, declaring him as your bounty in the depths of the woods. “God, darling, you look so pretty, wanna feel your lips on my cock so bad.”

“Being quiet was never your strength, was it?” You tease, flicking your tongue out to run along the bumps on his shaft. They glowed lightly in the dim evening, pulsing a bit as he leaked precum onto your tongue with hitched breath.

“Yeah, well, we all have our flaws.” 

You hum against the shaft of his cock, vibrations making his thighs tense under you. “Not a flaw, let me hear how good I make you feel.”

With that, you wrap your lips around the darker tip of his cock, letting your mouth fall over the tip and running your tongue along the sensitive underside of his head. Jake leans up on his elbows to get a good look, pushing stray strands of hair from your face to admire how your lips stretch around him.

Your eyes are glassy as you take what you want from him desperately, tongue playing on each edge of his cock you can reach to see what has him keening into your touch. His cock is wide enough to stretch your lips, a bit of drool edging from the corner of your mouth.

His tail flicks frantically behind him, restless against the dirt ground before coiling itself around the top of your thigh. He struggles to keep his hips still, near panting as you ease your lips down his cock, taking a little more each time your head bobs. Your throat spasms a bit as you get halfway down his length, muscles tightening around his cock as you breathe heavily through your nose.

He lets out a startled grunt, brows pinched in pleasure as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. “Oh, shit, just like that, darling, doing so good.”

You look almost proud as you gaze up at him from between his legs, leaving one hand at the base of his cock to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. He vaguely notices your other hand moving between your legs.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself? All wet just from sucking my cock? Fuck, I bet it’s so pretty, all stretched out around your little fingers.”

The moan you let out reverberates up his cock and into his spine, making his fingers clench in your hair. He can hear the wet slide of your fingers now, rolling inside yourself at the same pace your mouth is falling down his cock. He wishes he could see better, the way your cunt stretches around your own touch, how you stroke yourself in the ways that make you feel the best, he wants to learn it all and ingrain it in his memory forever.

“Fuck, I wanna feel you moan on my cock when you cum, don’t stop-”

He groans as your fingers increase their pace between your legs, your body swaying with each of your thrusts into yourself, pushing your mouth back onto his cock with each movement. He can feel his resolve running thin, mouth lulling open in panting breaths as he lightly moves his hips to chase the movement of your tongue.

You breathe heavily through your nose as the pace of his hips increase, restless against the ground as you suckle hard at the head of his cock. Your moans are incessant now, high and vibrating against the sensitive skin of his tip as you ride your own high. Your eyes are glassy with tears, tightening your grip on his cock as he feels you tremble against him.

He’s still getting used to the whole idea of this Eywa thing, but fuck, the way you look on your knees has to be some kind of divine omen if he’s ever seen one.

He can barely see your body from here, the peaks of your breasts barely poking from the decorative weaving of your top, but the feeling of your hard nipples brushing against his thighs as you move against him has him reeling. He can’t help every little thought he’s had of you in that moment surface—of his cock between your tits, teasing the hard nubs until you're shaking under him, of the look on your face as you ride him relentlessly for your own pleasure, of your eyes rolling as he fucks his cum back into you.

He can feel his self-control slipping, hips inching up into your throat and causing it to spasm around him. You let him move his hips against you, looking up with teary eyes as you run short on breath. After a few strokes, you pull off his cock, panting and shaking with need.

“Jake, Jake, I-yes, yes” your grip on his cock is messy and wet, slick with his own precum and your saliva. His hips jump at the rawness of your voice, breathy and wanting just for him. It’s been a while since he’s been in the game but fuck, he knows you’re close, whining and grinding against your own fingers as you struggle to keep your hand on rhythm.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, come for me baby, I’m almost there-”

He can feel the moment you fall apart on your own fingers, breath catching as you still yourself at the head of his cock, suckling hard as your eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. You end up easing yourself off to pant into the meat of his thigh, chest panting and fingers quivering as they work his cock. 

“Cum, Jake, let me have it.” Your lips ghost over his length as you move both hands to grip tight around his cock, twisting your fingers at the base as you rub at the sensitive spot below his head. The grunt he lets out is near animalistic, hips pushing desperately up into your slick grip as he chases the edge of release.

The vibration of your voice and the haze of pleasure in your eyes has him hurtling over the edge, stars painting the blackness behind his eyes. Thick strands of cum paint your cheeks and lips, streaks of pearly white on your beautiful blue-skinned complexion.

A sense of pride and possessiveness swells in him at the sight, like he was the one who got to claim you now, covered in his scent and his seed so everyone would know just what happened in the woods. The idea of you flaunting around, a strong and capable warrior, reeking of the alien intruder as you went about his duties had the dimming heat in his loins flaring as he came down from his high.

He pants as aftershocks thrum through his muscles, exhaustion seeping into his bones as you cradle up beside him. He can vaguely feel a contented purr coming from you, tickling his ribs as he pulls you close to put his nose in your hair. “Next time, I’m the one doing the tracking.”

tags: @eywaite @tallulah477 @neteyamsoare @torukmaktoskxawng

[writeyouin]

How about spidey with s/o who has venom as their parasite (i can't spell today) that helps them fight crime.

Spiderman X Reader - Venom and Spidey Sitting in a Tree

A/N - This is just a few drabbles, so pick the spiderman of your choice and have at it.

Warnings - Small cancer mention.

Rating - T

You and Peter had been dating for a while now, and in that time the two of you had never been very good at hiding your respective secrets.

On any given day, the two of you could be on a date, and if he got an alert about a villain or crime, he would make an excuse to leave, like he forgot he had an event at the school, or he had picked up an extra shift at his new job, or he had a bad case of diarrhoea. Honestly, with so much crime, the excuses were getting worse, and sometimes, he couldn't think of anything else.

Then, when you had been infected? Gifted? Either way, when the parasite Venom chose you as his host, you also went into a line of heroics, though you leaned more into being an anti-hero, helping people where you could but also helping yourself. Besides, it was hard to stay a pure hero when Venom needed to feast on human brains.

Either way, you also began making excuses. You would leave a date because your fake 'friend' was going through a breakup and needed you, or you had to help your friend's kids with a bake sale, or you had a bad case of diarrhoea. Honestly, with so much crime, your excuses were getting worse, and sometimes, you couldn't think of anything else.

Then, things got complicated.

Having seen Venom (you) bite the head of a villain, Spiderman jumped into a fray with you, wherein the two of you nearly killed eachother. It didn't matter that you didn't want to fight the hero, he wouldn't let you go without trying to arrest you and you couldn't have that. Besides, half of your thoughts were also Venom's and Venom very much wanted to squash the annoying red bug.

Later, when your relationship with Peter was getting strained, the two of you decided to come clean with each other.

"I'm really Spiderman-" "I'm Venom-" The two of you confessed simultaniously, then you parted from one another, Peter getting ready to fight, and Venom covering your body in his exo-skeletal armour, leaving only your face free.

Had it not been for your feelings for one another, the two of you would have fought again, yet when you begged for a chance to explain yourself, Peter allowed it.

You told him that you had recently been diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer, and without Venom, you would die. You also explained that without phenethylamine, Venom would die and he got that from brains. You didn't want to kill people, but they were murderers or worse.

"Phenethylamine?!" Peter said angrily. "You can get that in chocolate!"

"What?" You breathed, and then you got angry, yelling at yourself. "VENOM! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"

'Chocolate is nice, but killing is nicer.'

"NOT FOR ME!"

'What's not to like? Beheading, fun. Food, tasty. Plus, pile of heads, pile of bodies.' He chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating in your skull.

"(Y/N)?" Peter said your name uncertainly, and you held up a finger, indicating you weren't done talking to yourself.

Eventually, you and Venom came to a silent deal. He would eat more chocolate but if you found somebody truly depraved he could eat them. He also got to eat somebody on the last week of each month, so long as it was kept secret and Peter never found out.

It probably wasn't a good idea to keep that kind of secret, but hey, some people deserved to be eaten and you didn't see everything as black and white as Peter did, so what he didn't know wouldn't hurt you.

With that, you begged Peter's forgiveness, told him a half-truth, that you didn't know about the chocolate and that you wouldn't let Venom kill anyone else. Meanwhile, in your head, Venom was laughing. He had taken a liking to Peter, but he liked eating Brains even more and if it was to be a secret then he would enjoy what you silly humans called a 'guilty pleasure.'

Going against his better judgment, Peter agreed to trust you. From there, there were no more excuses to leave dates early. If there was a crime, you and Peter headed there together, fighting side by side. However, there were times when you had your own quiet time with Venom, living your secret life away from Peter.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

hcs for angry? i him sm 😖

Sure! Here are some I have for Angry!

Angry has bandaged up rival gang members after toman beat them before

He's very good at hide and seek, wins everytime.

One of the things that annoys him about Smiley is how long he takes in the bathroom (Smiley always takes extra long perfecting his hair)

Angry doesn't actually know how many plushies he has (he can remember all their names though)

Once, Angry got so sick and tired of always having to take care of their injuries that he "quit". He lasted five minutes before he felt too bad and came back.

Angry has to put extra effort into hiding Smiley's birthday presents each year (Smiley always goes looking for them). Because of this Angry has become an expert in hiding things.

Angry will take care of hurt animals as well as people, for example if he finds an injured bird he will nurse it back to health before letting it go.

Actually didn't realise he smiles so much when eating something tasty, not until someone told him.

Loves plants and gardening, has a little vegetable patch he keeps.

Angry and Sanzu became friends just because of how much Smiley and Mucho hang out.

Enjoys going to the aquarium often

In the bad toman timeline, he was still in toman but was a lesser member instead of an executive. (Smiley wouldn't let him get him promoted or too close to the danger)

He likes to go on peaceful rides by himself sometimes but his favourite ones are the ones with Smiley.

The band was completely his idea, he actually asked a whole group of people but Kazutora, Mitsuya and Akkun were the only ones who wanted to do it.

Is better at talking to girls then Smiley

Sometimes gets nagged at my Smiley for leaving mess around their shared areas.

He occasionally purposes loses games so Smiley doesn't sulk

Sleeps through his alarm often (smiley will throw a pillow at his head if he's too late)

He was the "easy one" when the twins were babies, being the quieter, more behaved baby.

Usually gives a plushie as a white day gift to his partner

And finally he really likes giving his partner quick kisses. On the cheek to say goodbye, on the forehead after a long day, quick peck on the lips to say thank you, it's his favourite form of affection. 

[timetraveltasting]

TEMPLAR BOAR WITH CAMELINE SAUCE (14th c.)

This past Thursday, the Corpus Christi public holiday in my part of Germany, known here as Fronleichnam, gave me a little extra time to make another Tasting History dish: Templar Boar with Cameline Sauce. The diet, eating habits, and table manners of the Templars were governed by strict rules, including only eating meat three times a week (two meat meals on Sundays). This dish was one of those they would have eaten for one of their meat meals during the 14th century. The spices present in the sauce would have been accessible to them during the crusades, but Cameline Sauce did become a popular dish in much of medieval Europe eventually. This dish is based on two 14th century primary sources: Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel and Le Ménagier de Paris, a treatise written by an older man (as yet unnamed) to teach his 15-year-old bride how to run his household and please him, in every way (...yikes). The sauce, Cameline, is named as such due to the rich brown colour, which looks like the wool of a camel, also known as cameline. I chose to make this recipe next because I haven't made boar before, and the rich, silky, brown colour of the sauce made it look really tasty. See Max’s video on how to make it here or see the ingredients and process at the end of this post, sourced from his website.

My experience making it:

I made a couple changes to the modern recipe below. I used boar goulash pieces instead of tenderloin, because it was the only form of boar I could find at my grocery store. The white wine I used (and drank with dinner) was a dry Riesling from the Mosel Valley in Germany. The red wine was a Bordeaux Merlot. I used saffron powder instead of threads, and I did opt to add the optional tablespoon of red wine vinegar. the white bread I used was a classic French baguette.

I also made a couple changes to the method. Because I used French baguette, which has quite small slices, I hollowed out about half the baguette (since baguettes are mostly crust). I also simmered the sauce for much longer than Max says to, because it wasn't quite the thickness I was looking for. Otherwise, I followed Max's recipe exactly, probably to the detriment of my boar. Because I had used goulash pieces instead of tenderloin, I probably should have adjusted how I cooked the boar to accommodate these smaller pieces. Unfortunately, I didn't, and as a result, I was left with very chewy, dry boar. Basically, the sauce was the saving grace of the boar! I served the boar and Cameline sauce with some green peas, garlic bread, and a glass of the dry Riesling wine.

My experience tasting it:

I already knew I had ruined the texture of the boar, but I hoped that the sauce would help. I warned my husband. Luckily, the Cameline sauce did a lot of heavy-lifting to bring some moisture back to the board. The sauce turned out wonderfully - a beautiful, silky brown. Flavour-wise, it reminded me of a jus, but more heavily-spiced. I was worried the Cameline sauce would end up tasting sweet due to the brown sugar and several spices that are more often used in baking, but in fact, the spices were well balanced by the taste of the wine and vinegar. The sauce also went really nicely with the peas, and I imagine would also have tasted good with potatoes or other red meats. My husband and I dipped the garlic bread in it as well, which was really tasty. It went alright with the dry boar, but I would like to use the sauce with another, more tenderly-cooked meat. We had leftover Cameline sauce, so we will probably try that again tonight. If you end up making it, if you liked it, or if you changed anything from the original recipe, do let me know!

Links to harder-to-find ingredients:

Saffron

Templar Boar with Cameline Sauce original recipes (14th c.)

Sourced from Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel and Le Ménagier de Paris respectively.

“Sanglier: Fresh Wild Boar Venison. Cooked in wine and water and boiled again; eaten with Cameline Sauce.”

— Le Viandier de Taillevent, 14th century

“Cameline. Note that in Tournai, to make cameline they grind ginger, cinnamon, saffron, and half a nutmeg, moistened with wine then taken out of the mortar. Then grind in a mortar untoasted white breadcrumbs that have been soaked in cold water, moisten with wine and strain. Then boil everything and finish with brown sugar, and that makes winter cameline. In the summer, they do the same but it is not boiled at all. ”

— Le Ménagier de Paris, 14th century

Modern Recipe

Based on Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel, Le Ménagier de Paris, and Max Miller’s version in his Tasting History video.

Ingredients:

Boar tenderloin

Olive oil for searing

Equal parts wine and water for boiling

1 thick slice of white artisanal bread without crust

1 ¼ cups white wine

¼ cup red wine

1 tsp ginger

2 tsp cinnamon

½ tsp nutmeg

Pinch of saffron threads

2 tbsp brown sugar

Pinch of salt

1 tbsp red wine vinegar (optional)

Method:

De-crust the bread and break it into small pieces. Soak the bread in water for a few hours, then pour in the red wine for the sauce.

Heat olive oil in a pot then sear the boar on all sides.

Remove it from the pot and boil equal parts wine and water, then add the boar back in and boil, covered, for 10-15 minutes or until fully cooked. Then let it rest.

To make the sauce, mix the spices and white wine. Strain the bread/wine mixture from earlier into a saucepan, then press the bread through the strainer.

Add the spiced wine mixture and bring to a simmer. Let simmer for 15 minutes, or until half reduced, then add the sugar and salt, and if you want, a tablespoon of red wine vinegar. Simmer until thickened.

Slice the boar and pour the sauce over it. Optionally, serve with roasted chestnuts and wine.

[marvelstars]

Anakin´s favorite food

1.- Shmi tried to treat Anakin whenever she could. Most of the food they were able to acquire resulted in very bland dishes, but on the rare occasions when Shmi had extra things to barter with, she took Anakin out to the food markets in Mos Espa. In particular, she would take Anakin to a food vendor that sold franikhad, a meat dish common on desert planets

2. Tarsh Maxers: In the novel "Outbound Flight," part of the Legends continuity that "The Clone Wars" borrows elements from, Anakin is described as enjoying Tarsh Maxers, a spicy and pungent Naboo dish made with roasted roots and grubs. While not directly shown in the show, this hints at his possible preference for bold, flavorful foods.

3. Tatooine fruit (general): Throughout the series, Anakin is frequently seen eating various fruits native to Tatootine. These include pear-shaped fruits, purple berries, and other vibrant options. This could indicate a fondness for familiar tastes reminding him of his childhood and simpler times.

4.- Ruby bliel was a gooey, tasty drink that could be found on the planet Tatooine. It was known to have been available at several cantinas on Tatooine, including Maggy the Gorgon's and the Blue Brubb in Mos Espa and stalls around Mos Espa. It was a favorite of young Anakin Skywalker, W. Wald and Kitster Chanchani Banai.[2] It was one of multiple drinks, alongside the galaxy guzzler and dusty dazzler, that could be made using a mixture of liquidized fruits and vegetables, as well as water. Its liquid form was meant to maximize liquid intake, as Tatooine's twin suns—Tatoo I and Tatoo II—gave the planet extreme temperatures.The ruby bliel was non-alcoholic.