#kish speaks

[thechaosgallery]

EVERYTHING IS OFFICIALLY SET UP!! ASKS ARE OPEN

[partyhardyontitanic]

i still dont know that much about pikmin's universe or lore (getting to it) but rest assured, where there is a shameless bastard i WILL catch feelings for him

[libraryleopard]

my main life update lately is that i'm deeply obsessed with this song

[thefluxqueen]

going literally so insane over ice skating yaoi rn u dont understand.

[jobean12-blog]

Dark Desires

Pairing: Demon!Bucky Barnes x reader (Demon AU)

Word Count: 700

Summary: Now that he's finally found you he's never letting you go.

Author's Note: Another one for @pupandkisasaesthetics Aesthetic's challenge! Thank you bunches to beauties @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting such an awesome challenge!💕 And thank you bunches to my beautiful Ali @flordeamatista for reading this over and supporting me always!💕 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰The moodboard is by me and the photo prompt I was given is the very top picture. I've also included it on its own at the bottom so you can get a good look!

Warnings: some angst and tension but he's soft (maybe soft!d-a-r-kish if you squint) and definitely s-e-x-y.

In the deep, dark of the woods, where the moon’s pale light struggles to pierce through the dense canopy of trees, there is a thick silence other than the rapid thumping of your heart and the rush of blood in your ears.

Your feet catch on fallen twigs and branches, your skin scraped and torn but you don’t stop running.

Unseen eyes watch from the shadows, a presence so powerful you can feel it in your bones.

You’re being hunted.

Instinct fuels your escape but it’s futile as the forest seems to shift around you, pathways twisting and turning in a disorienting dance.

As you stumble over the ground and fall to your knees you suck in a deep breath, the whisper of wind carrying strange murmurs in a language you don’t understand.

Suddenly, you feel a cool breath at your neck, your hairs standing on end and goosebumps shivering along your skin.

You turn with wide, fear filled eyes but there’s nothing but the darkness of the woods pressing ever closer.

You stand on shaky legs and step carefully toward a large tree, pressing your back to the thick bark and searching for the source of the palpable force.  

A tall and broad figure emerges from the shadows, it’s silhouette only something you’ve seen in books and as it moves closer, steps measured and deliberate, you can start to see the outline of huge wings.

You squeeze your eyes shut and will the image away, digging your fingertips into the tree.

The voice, when it speaks, is a whisper against the shell of your ear, powerful in it’s seduction and dangerous in it’s temptation.

 A slow and deeply satisfied smile frames sharp teeth and his breath quickens when he inhales at the soft skin of your neck.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “My perfect Angel.”

Your eyes are still closed tightly as a single tear rolls down your cheek. He lifts his thumb to tenderly brush it away.

“Open your eyes,” he says softly.

Unable to resist you do as he says.

“There,” he says, holding his saccharine smile. “Was that so hard.”

Your lips tremble as you try to find the words to speak. His thumb, still pressed to your skin, moves lower, tracing the outline of your mouth until he lightly presses against it, parting your lips.

“Don’t be afraid,” he coos, spreading expansive wings the color of twilight until you’re surrounded only by his presence. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He tilts his head invitingly and holds your gaze, the horns that crown his head, twisting upward with artistic grace, glinting in the moonlight.

Your lips part further as something moves behind him, long and sinewy but before you can decipher what it is it disappears from sight.

“Wh…who are you?” you manage to ask as you finally let your eyes wander over the rest of his features.

He inches closer, his nearness creating a complex blend of emotions and sensations, blurring the lines between fear and desire in a way you could never have imagined.

His blue eyes are mesmerizing, their intensity both powerful and imposing but yet softened by an unyielding desire. Long but strong fingers continue to ghost over your face, his touch igniting a fire under your skin that spreads through your veins.

“James. You can call me James.”

You gasp out his name when you feel something slide along your calf. It’s touch is gentle despite the power you feel and as it explores the contours of your skin with reverent curiosity you become aware of what it is.

Each caress of his tail leaves a lingering trace of tingling sensations, awakening a trail of longing that seems to coil around your very being. He slides it between your breasts, lightly tracing the curve of your neck before he loosely wraps it around the delicate column.

“What are you going to do to me?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

His dark hairs falls forward, brushing your cheek as his soft lips caress your ear and his voice, like velvet, whispers promises that sink deep into the recesses of your desires.

“Everything Angel. Everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

@book-dragon-13 @hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @buckysdollforlife @blackwidownat2814 @late-to-the-party-81 @sebstanwhore @lookiamtrying @laineyreads @beccablogsthings @justkinsey @kmc1989 @littleseasiren

[midnight-talescape]

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝒦𝒾𝓁𝓁 (𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒱𝒶𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 31: Gangbang

This is starting to become a common reoccurrence.

No I don’t have favorites.

Might draw cute comic of this later after I ignore all the smut.

Anyway I’M FREEEEEEE

Warning: inappropriate use of stand, public oral, very non con, gamgbang, probably a million other thing, yandere, very very non con, ooc, etc etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: something kish

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You did a big stretch as you stepped out of the train. Your entire body felt like it was aching, (which was to be expected after a 10 hour ride) but your eyes was filled with excitement as you felt the wind blow through your hair.

This is where your new life start, although you can’t say you weren’t scared of the prospect of being alone in a new town…

But hey you gotta start somewhere right?

You hum a happy tune, before quickly grabbing your luggage and heading towards the place you will be staying at for the time being.

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As you cross the street, you suddenly felt a strong grip on your wrist. Before you can react the hand pulled you back quickly, just in time to avoid being hit by a car speeding through the road.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you whirl around to thank whoever just saved you from what was probably a very painful hospital visit.

The man stood who before you was tall, taller than most man you have seen in your life. His expression was stoic as he stared ahead of you, seemingly more interested in something else.

Your body was still shaking from the adrenaline as you thanks him for pulling you out of the way of the car. Or at least you think it was him, since there was no one else who could have pulled you back.

He finally look down at you, his lips twitched, as if wanting to say something. But in the end he didn’t, only moving his hat a bit lower, covering his eyes from you before speaking,

“You should watch where you’re going.”

His voice was cold, but there’s a hint of something else in it. Almost as if he was holding back from saying more to you.

Not noticing his internal conflict you nodded your head, apologizing again before continuing on your way. Your wrist still tingling as though someone was still holding onto them.

You shook your head at the thought.

Thats absurd.

Theres no one around you.

But as you walked, you couldn't help but feel like you were being watched. Every few seconds, you would turn your head to look behind you, but there was nothing there.

You decided to put it out of your mind for now and focus on the task at hand. You had a lot to do in order to get settled into your new home.

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Jotaro watched as you continued on your way, his eyes narrowing as he felt Star Platinum's desire to follow after you. He could sense his Stand's need to go after you, the way he pulled at him, wanting to stay close to you.

“Star Platinum, let’s go.”

He turn and start walking in the opposite direction, ignoring the way Star Platinum protest, the way he fought against him.

Trying to control Star Platinum was something he wasn't use to. He had always followed his order without hesitation, so the way he was acting was strange to say the least.

“Ora ora…”

Star Platinum turn to look at you one last time, his eyes filled with disappointment before disappearing reluctantly.

He couldn’t understand this feeling.

Couldn’t understand why he felt this intense desire to pull you into his arm, to protect you and have you never leave his sight.

But it doesn’t matter.

He will see you again.

He’s sure of it.

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You stood still as you felt yourself being wrapped in a warm hug. You couldn’t really see what or who was hugging you, but it has become an oddly common and comforting experience for you.

In the several weeks since you have come to Morioh, you had gotten use to the many ghost who apparently just reside in this town, and if you had to be honest you quite enjoy their presence.

After a few minutes you let out a soft sigh and tapped his arm lightly (or what you assume is his arm) “Hey, I have to go now. I will come back later okay?”

Magician's Red stayed silent at your word and for a moment, he seemed to consider not letting you go. His grip tightening ever so slightly as his warmth seep into you.

But then he exhaled softly, dipping his head down and touching your forehead with his beak gently. Almost as if he was giving you a kiss, before finally releasing you.

You let out a soft giggle as you felt the kiss, smiling brightly in his direction, before waving a quick good bye and heading toward college again.

He stood silently as he watch you left, he could still see your warm smile in his mind and it almost made him want to pull you back into his arms again.

Seeing the look on his face and sensing his thought, Avdol walked out of the shadow. Gently patting his shoulders, as if trying to calm him down.

He have already received news from Jotaro about you. You seem to unknowingly attract Stand who comes near you and as of right now they have decided to not do anything about it. Since you seem to be unaware of your power in the first place and it’s hasn’t really cause any harm.

Of course if he had to point out a problem it will be…

Avdol sigh heavily as he looked at Magician Red, the way he stared after you, his body language spoke volume of his feelings and protective instincts for you.

“Let’s go…”

Magician Red was reluctant to leave, but he obeyed Avdol’s words, disappearing into the air.

He knew Avdol was right, there was no point in lingering. But he couldn’t forget the way you fit so perfectly in his arms, or the way you smile at him.

He will be counting down the seconds till he see you again.

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You mindlessly squeeze the invisible tentacle in your hand as you focus on the lecture. As you start to write down your note, you scratch the tendril lightly only to look up when you heard a muffled groan.

“Are you okay, Professor Kakyoin?” Your voice was filled with concern as you look up at him, your hand still unconsciously squeezing tighter around the tentacle as you saw the flushed look on his face,

Kakyoin blinks, his face still flush as he look down at you with a awkward smile. “Yes, I'm fine (Y/N). Just thinking about something.”

He watch as Hierophant Green continue to coil around your limb, a sigh escaped his lip as he discreetly tried to will Hierophant Green away from you. But the Stand seem completely unresponsive, instead moving even closer to you.

You nodded your head at his answer, not even questioning anything as you felt Hierophant Green’s tendrils snaking up your arms and legs. His whole body pressed against your back nestling into the crook of your neck and letting out a please sound at your proximity.

It was clear that the Stand wanted nothing more than to wrap himself around you completely, to pull you into his embrace until there was no space left between the two of you, to wrap around you completely, to hide you from the eyes of others.

Kakyoin sigh internally at the sight, this was not good. He had a feeling Hierophant Green wasn't going to let you go anytime soon.

Maybe he should talk to Jotaro about it after class. He'll know what to do.

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“I don’t know what to do.”

You sat quietly in the corner of the office as you watch Professor Kujo and Professor Kakyoin having a rapid conversation.

“Am I in trouble?” You asked quietly, your body curled up on the chair and Hierophant Green still wrapped tightly around you,

Jotaro and Kakyoin stop talking immediately when they hear your voice, they exchange a glance before turning to you, their eyes twitching as they see Hierophant Green and Star Platinum both still trying to pull you towards them respectively.

"No, (Y/N). You're not in trouble," Jotaro said firmly, crossing his arms over his chest. "We just wanted to have a chat with you."

Kakyoin nods in agreement, offering you a small smile. "Yes, we just wanted to check in on you, see how you're settling in."

Hierophant Green tightened his grip on you at Kakyoin’s word, as if scared that you would be taken away, practically hiding you from view.

Star Platinum let out a angry “Ora!” before yanking at Hierophant Green's tentacles, trying to pry you free and pull you into his arm instead.

The tension in the room was palpable, the two Stands glaring at each other, each refusing to back down.

Sensing the tension in the air, your hand automatically finding Star Platinum’s hand without much effort.

“Be good.”

Your voice lowered to a whisper as you gently caressed (?) his hand in a comforting motion.

“Both of you.” You added quickly when you felt the tentacle tightening around your arms, your other hand softly stroking the tentacle,

Star Platinum immediately calms down at your touch, his anger dissipating in an instant. He hold your hand gently in his far bigger hand, his eyes closing in contentment as you comfort him. The sensation of your hand in his sending shivers down his spine.

Hierophant Green, on the other hand, continues to hide his face in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin.

Jotaro and Kakyoin exchange a glance, both of them raising their eyebrows at the sight. They could see the way the two Stands reacted to your touch, the way they calmed and became more affectionate.

It was clear that you had some sort of effect on Stands, a power that they couldn't quite understand.

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“Who’s my favorite strange ghost, in all of Morioh? It’s you, the prettiest kitty cat of them all!”

No you was not possessed and no you’re not crazy.

You have recently figured out that theres a cat like ghost around this cafe and have been coming here for lunch ever since.

Granted the cat is taller then you and have like a 6 pack abs, but it’s act like a cat and have cat ears.

So it’s a cat, clearly.

And who can say no to a giant cat?

Not you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you soooo much.” You said giggling as you felt Killer Queen the soft rumble in his throat as he purr loudly, his ears twitching lightly,

Thank god no one was here to see you.

Killer Queen let out another low, rumbling purr as you gently stroke his ears. His eyes closing in pleasure as you babble your affections to him.

"Mrrrp."

Even if you couldn't see him, he knew you could feel his presence. He leans in closer, his face nearly touching yours as he gazes into your eyes. He silently ask for more love, more affection, more of your undivided attention.

The way you say "I love you" to him over and over in that sweet, gentle voice of yours, almost made him wants to take you away from your life and keep you for himself.

He’s sure Kira won’t mind, he had enough money to keep you happy and he will keep you safe.

Just you and him.

Forever

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You was walking back to college when you heard a scream from above you. You look up and your eyes widened as you saw the flower pot hurtling toward you.

Fuck!

Your body froze and you couldn’t move. The world seem to slow down and all you could do was close your eyes as you waited for impact.

Suddenly you felt a jerking in time, and the next thing you know the World was holding you tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively. He could feel your body shaking, the way your heart beats rapidly against his chest as you star dumbfounded at the flower pot that’s now shattered against the ground where you was previously standing.

"Muda…"

He whisper lowly as if to comfort you, to assure you that you’re safe in his arm. His grip on you was tight, refusing to let you leave his embrace until you calm down.

“T-thank you…”

I

You managed to say, your body still shaking but calming down slightly. You don’t even want to think about what could have happened if he didn’t move you out of the way in time.

They really are your guardian angel.

He hummed softly in response at your thanks, his hand coming up to stroke your hair.

"Muda..."

He wanted to keep you safe, keep you close. He didn't want anything bad happening to you ever again.

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It was late, and you were exhausted. You laid your head down on the table, your mind still buzzing with numbers and letters that no longer made sense. You felt so tired, but sleep eluded you.

"Mmm... let me fucking die, this sucks..." You grumbled. Your eyelids felt heavy, but your mind was still racing with homework and assignments.

Suddenly, the sound of raindrops pattering against the window could be heard. Weather Report float outside your window, his form blurred by the rain. He could sense your exhaustion, how tired you were.

He can help you sleep.

He focused his power, letting the rain become a soothing lullaby. The scent of petrichor soon filled the air and you felt your eyelids growing heavier.

Sleep...

Your eyes flutter close, and soon, you was fast asleep. Weather Report watched over you, before floating into the room and carefully wrap his arm around you. Pulling you against his chest he carried you to your bed and tuck you into your bed.

Good night, little raindrop…

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The marks left by Hierophant Green on your arms and legs has left you with a troubled expression on your face. The clingy Stand had been leaving more and more bruise like mark on you, and they were getting harder to hide.

With a sigh you sat on the bench, trying to come up with a solution to your problem.

Suddenly, you feel a hand grab your arm, pulling you closer. You gasp as you felt a warm, wet tongue licking your skin, slowly licking away at the marks Hierophant Green left.

“W-what?” Your eyes widen in surprise before you try to pull your arm back, but you couldn’t.

Instead you was pulled into someone’s arm, his breath warm as he continues to lick your skin. His eyes focused solely on healing you, his tongue moving methodically across the marks Hierophant Green left behind.

In your bewilderment he pulls you closer, as if trying to get a better angle to lick you. He nuzzles into your neck, his nose pressed against your skin as he breathes in your scent.

His hands move to your other arm, gripping it tightly as he starts to lick those marks too. He seems determined to heal every single one, to erase any trace of another's touch on your skin.

You can feel his muscles tense beneath your skin, his body trembling with restraint as he tries to control his urges.

“W-wait… stop…” you cried out, your skin flushing as you felt him letting go of your arm only to move onto your legs,

Crazy Diamond ignored your protests, gripping your legs firmly and pulling them apart so he could get better access to your body.

You can feel his tongue dragging across your leg, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He seems to be taking his time, savoring every moment as he heals you.

He can't bear the thought of anyone else touching you.

The metal on his face press againstyour inner thigh. His tongue flicks out, licking the sensitive skin there, making you gasp.

“D-don’t lick there…” you wailed out, your body shaking as you felt the hot breath on your clothed pussy, “…let me go…”

Crazy Diamond pauses for a moment, his hot breath still brushing against your inner thighs. He looked up at you, his eyes swirling with confusion.

He doesn’t understand why you’re trying to push him away. Why you want him to stop. He’s just trying to remove the mark on your body.

He dragged his tongue along the edge of your panties. You can feel the fabric dampen, his hands holding you in place as he presses his tongue against your clothed pussy.

He doesn't notice that his grip is starting to bruise your skin, that his possessiveness is bordering on dangerous territory. All he cares about is keeping you safe, keeping you his.

You squirm as the sensation of his tongue sent waves of unfamiliar pleasure through your body. You couldn’t see him, only the sensation of his tongue sliding across your skin and the inability to get away.

He hummed against your skin, using his thumbs to push your panties aside and exposing your glistening folds to the cool air. He wasted no time in pressing his tongue against your sensitive flesh, licking and delving into your wet pussy.

He could feel your hands pushing at his head, trying to push him away, but he didn't stop.

He didn't stop until he felt you cumming, your nectar flooding his mouth. Only then did he pull away, looking up at you with confusion in his eyes.

He didn’t understand why you were crying, all he wanted was to heal you, to remove the mark on you. He reached up to wipe away your tears, his touch gentle as he pulled you against his chest.

“Dura dura…”

He just want you to only have him.

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You stood up and get ready to leave the church, your legs still shaky from what happened merely hours ago.

You was silent as you remembered what the priest said.

It was okay at first, just a few invisible being in your life. Invisible friends that you can talk to, people in your life do you won’t be so lonely in a nee town.

You hadn’t expected them to… to do whatever the fuck just happened.

Maybe it’s safer to be unable to interact with them.

Your eyes suddenly widened when you felt yourself pulled into a closet, a hand on your waist and the familiar feeling of something invisible holding onto you.

He pressed you against the wall, his free hand moving to grip your chin, forcing you to look up so he can see your eyes.

He knew what had happened with Crazy Diamond, he had heard it all. The way he touched you, the way he made you cum. It made him angry, jealous, violent.

How dare some other stand touch what was his.

"Don't worry, I'll make you feel good. Better than any of those other stands could."

He didn't give you a chance to respond, to react at hearing him speak, his hands already working on removing your clothes. He was determined to have you, consequences be damned.

He lean down and capture your lips in a bruising kiss, forcing your mouth open as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.

As you choked on his long tongue, his hands moved to your skirt, yanking them down along with your underwear. He kicked your legs apart, his fingers immediately seeking out your pussy.

Without warning, two fingers forced their way into your tight hole causing you to cry out at the sudden intrusion. You can feel every ridge and callous on his fingers, the metal on his knuckle scrapping your wall as he stretch you painfully open.

Hearing your pained whimper he finally broke the kiss, his breath hot as he growled into your ears, "Mine," his eyes wild, his voice low and possessive. "All fucking mine."

He didn’t care about your comfort, only his desperate need to claim you as his own. As he finger you harder, the only thing you can hear was the wet squelching that echo in the small closet, mixed with your cries.

"Fuck, your little cunt feels so good wrapped around my fingers. I bet it'll feel even better around my cock." He groaned out, before pulling his fingers out with a wet pop,

He lined himself up at your cunt, the head of his cock nudging against your abused cunt. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, splitting you open on his thick cock.

You scream, your hands scrabbling at his back as he immediately started to move, not giving you time to adjust to his cock.

Each thrust jolted your body, your breast bouncing with the force of his movements. Pain was mixed with pleasure, your body torn between crying and moaning.

"Take it, fucking take it," he snarled against your skin, "This is what happens when you let other stands touch you. This is your punishment."

Your cries of pain and pleasure filled the small space, bouncing off the walls and mixing with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. White Snake didn't care if anyone heard, all he cared about was making sure you never forget you belong to him.

You were lost in a haze of pleasure, your mind blanking as he fucks you senseless. You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you, your pussy clenching and fluttering around his cock.

Tears stream down your face, your lip trembling with the intensity of it all.

You feel like you're going to break.

"Please, please..." you sob, your hands scrabbling weakly at his arms. "Please, it hurts..."

He ignores your pleas, picking up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm and straight into another.

"Look at you, cumming so hard on my cock. You were made for this, made to be fucked and used."

With a final, brutal thrust, White Snake buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself in your tender cunt. You could feel his seed painting your insides as it filled up your womb.

But he didn't stop, didn't pull out. He kept fucking you, using your body like a cocksleeve, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your womb.

You were lost, drowning in pleasure, your mind breaking. You could only hold on as he used you to his heart’s content.

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You opened your eyes weakly, your body feeling like it had been through utter hell. Your pussy was raw and aching, the pain radiating through your core.

As you looked around, blinking away the haze of exhaustion, you saw a strange white humanoid with spikes and clouds surrounding it looming over you.

You tried to speak, to ask who he was and where you were, but all that came out was a pained whine as you felt something warm pouring into your already abused cunt.

Glancing down, you saw Hierophant Green's tentacle spreading your swollen pussy apart, allowing Weather Forecast to pour water into your pussy, washing away the remnants of White Snake's cum lodge deep inside you.

Around you, the other stands were gathered, their postures tense and angry. They didn’t speak, but their intentions were clear - they felt anger towards White Snake for touching you first, but that didn't stop them from wanting to claim you themselves.

“W-what? Who are you guys—“ your question was stopped short and a muffled wail escaped you,

The World loomed over you, his muscular form casting a shadow across your face. His hand pressed against your stomach, causing a gush of water and cum to pour out of your pussy. His presence was oppressive, the air around him heavy and suffocating.

Killer Queen stepped forward, his imposing figure moving with a predatory grace. He leaned down, sniffing at your neck, inhaling your scent. His large hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

Star Platinum moved closer on your other side, his presence like a physical weight. He ran a hand down your side, his touch almost gentle compared to the others.

Magician Red watched from the back, his bird-like head tilting as he observed the scene unfold. The bulge in hid pant belying his serious nature.

Weather Forecast continued to pour water into your pussy, the liquid sloshing out around Hierophant Green's tentacle. The wet squelching sounds filled the room, obscenely loud.

After a few more round of that, you can only let out soft cries as you try to curl up. Your legs unable to close as they force it open again, your eyes wet with tears as you look up at them wondering if it was finally over.

But to your dismay Killer Queen grabbed your legs, forcing them further apart as he moved between them. He lined up his cock, rubbing the tip against your sore entrance.

Your body arched as he pushed inside his ribbed cock scrapping against your walls. Hierophant Green’s tentacle thrusting in tandem with his cock, making you feel fuller then you ever thought possible.

Your hands clawed at the sheet in futile, your body shining with sweat as you’re force to take in their cock. You instinctively let out a scream when you felt them flipped you over, Magician Red’s cock pressing against your ass. His cock felt like a burning rod against your tender flesh, and you could swear you saw flame surrounding it in your peripheral vision.

But very soon it was no longer your concern when you’re head was forced up and before you can react Star Platinum was shoving his cock down your throat.

You let out a whimper as you were use from all side. It was painful, but the sensation of having so many of your most sensitive part use so brutally was shattering your mind. You could barely keep track of who’s using where and how long it continued.

One second you were getting fuck on both side by Killer Queen and Magician Red, the next you were getting eaten out until you were a sobbing mess by Weather Forecast.

The most fucked up part about this?

You could sense their thought, their feelings and their desire.

They didn’t want to hurt you.

They just want to claim you until you were filled with nothing but their essence, until you can no longer leave them and can only stay beside them as they take care of you.

It was cruel.

It was violent.

It was their sick twisted for of love.

You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to.

As you felt another load of cum shot into your womb, your body a mess of cum, bruises, and bite mark, it was finally over.

You let out a weak tremble as they pulled out of you. You couldn’t tell who picked you up and hold you against their chest. Their hand now gentle as they cleaned up your abused body, as though they weren’t the one who just gangbang you for god know how long.

Your eyes felt too heavy to open, you let out a soft little sigh when you was carefully placed onto your bed and they soon all crowded around you trying to get as close to you as possible before quieting down.

As you drifted off into a deep sleep you heard them whispering to you.

Their voice filled with love, obsession, and desperation.

Please love us

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Stand Name: Kiss or Kill

Stand Appearance: None

Ability: Obsessive Attraction

Kiss or Kill is a psychological Stand ability that deeply affects the minds of other Stand around the user. When activated, it causes any Stand who perceives the user to experience intense, uncontrollable attraction toward them. This infatuation starts off harmless, with the affected individuals simply drawn to the user, but it rapidly escalates into a form of dangerous obsession.

Those under Kiss or Kill’s influence become fiercely possessive, even violently protective, willing to do anything to keep the user safe or close to them. As the obsession grows, affected individuals may turn against friends or allies, viewing them as rivals. In the most extreme cases, they will hurt the user in order to keep them safe with them.

The obsession are activated passively with no way for the user to stop or control.

[billazzy]

alr. so we know what most narilamb fankids would be called as a species (shittens). but what about leshycat? here are some options I have thought of, let the people speak!

[osha-janitor]

*It's nowhere near the level of earlier, but Kishar can't help but affect the space around them. Now that they aren't actually holding Jackie anymore, everything feels... colder. Darker. Not in a comfortable way, either. As if the colour was drained from everything, leaving it dull, bland.

They don't immediately respond to Gary, but do eventually reach an arm out, shakily, searching for comfort, for support. They can't deal with this alone, but staying in Mer's castle... it only compounded the guilt and despair they felt.*

*... something is wrong with space in part of the grounds. Very wrong. Might be a good idea to take a look? ... or a bad one*

[tgrailwar-zero]

Man... first I miss the chance to dance with Constantine back in the Nameless City because of that party crashing nonsense, and now I miss the chance to dance with Constantine because he just doesn't turn up...

... ah well. I'll get my dance next time, Rider.

CONSTANTINE: "Another time."

You set your focus back onto the party, deciding to approach CITT first.

You recognized the ARCHER from your brief encounter in the Nameless City, as he helped fend off DRACO's dragon-heads that were causing chaos in the city.

The Sun Soldier was presenting his blade, as the Archer calmly observed it.

ARCHER: "I see… that is quite interesting craftsmanship. I'd have expected a more sickle-shaped blade from a Babylonian design, but the materials are top-quality…"

CITT: "My sword is a unique entity. However, as great as it is, I still need to push myself to greater heights…"

CITT: "I've always admired the heroes from those days, figures such as the legendary King of Heroes Gilgamesh, the Wild-Man Enkidu, the God-King Lugalbanda and the Shepard-King Etana of Kish… I've read quite a lot on them thanks to the Archives, about those heroes from the First World. It's a shame that none of them have manifested in our Solar Cell."

ARCHER: "Hm… well, I can think of a few reasons why the King of Heroes wouldn't come here…"

CITT: "Hm?"

ARCHER: "It's nothing. I appreciate you humoring me, I was certainly curious about your weapon."

He turned to you, folding his arms.

ARCHER: "I've had my questions answered. I can go if you want to speak to tonight's victor in private."

CITT: "Are you certain? If you must go, then it's been a pleasure, Mr. Soshu. I've not met many people as interested in the history of weaponry."

[thechaosgallery]

ARCELLO INFO POST

(disclaimer : this is based on headcanons from a collector oc discord server. this may or may not line up with canon)

Arcie is my star child oc that i uh… don’t have much for. They use they/it/he/she and are about 600+ years, making them relatively young.

They tend to sleep a lot, not really caring for the rampage their species causes. Preferring to curl up in a little onsie and sleep the days away

When he is awake, though, he is rather hyper and chaotic, as per usual. He’s much more tame than most of the others, mainly due to her sleepiness.

She likes ducks, blankets, and anything soft. she also likes birds to the point that they added plushie wings to their onesie!!

(i don’t have that much art of them!!)

[groundskeeperosha]

"oh uh, he's here, though he's. kind of emotionally fragile? i'll ask if he's cool with talking with you, though you might have to do it via like, email or text or something. he and my mike have, uh, a history. and there isn't like, a therapist currently available." Utur shrugs, awkwardly. They are very aware of Alam's issues, partially because they choose to be, partially because Alam has developed an inability to keep anything from them, ever. They don't talk to him much, but when they do, they usually find out more than they were expecting.

It's not that bad though, really. It's kind of nice, in a weird way. But back to the topic at hand. "he gets startled really easy, so ill definitely have to give him a heads up either way."

"...Utur? My love?" A man who looks nearly identical to Mike looks at Utur longingly, his starry eyes full of tears. But it isn't Mike, exactly. He has a long, full beard, and wears a plain brownish-white robe, as well as a large, ornate gold necklace.

"I... I can't believe I've finally found you!" He picks Utur up in his arms. Clearly, at the very least, this version of Mike is enthusiastic to see them.

@enterthemikeverse

Utur doesn't struggle against the possibly-a-version-of-Mike, though it's definitely partially because they know they're about to absolutely ruin his day.

"Uh. sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but i'm uh, not your version of utur. wish i could soften that blow for you since you seem really happy to see me, but. i dont wanna get your hopes up." They awkwardly pat his shoulder.

[cauldroninthecrystal]

Do you have any headcanons for the krang siblings? And any fun facts about Tonga and Tui?

I’m so sorry this took so long to answer! I wanted to sketch for this ask! :D

Long description here —>

- York is deaf, so that is why he has hearing aids. For most of his life he lived it in silence, and only got hearing aids once he was an adult.

- Though he has hearing aids, he prefers not to speak, and never had a desire to learn how. He is pretty shy and introverted, thus he wears a mask.

- He prefers to communicate through ASL, possession/bio growth, and screeches. (This is me giving a reason why Krang 3 doesn’t speak)

- All Krang that have bio-growth abilities have these scar-vein marks on their palms and forearms.

- All or most bio-growth Krang wear gloves. They are all kinda like Elsa from Frozen.

- I have said it before in previous posts, but Keerah has a beautiful singing voice. However, she hides it because of how the Krang society is: Show no weaknesses, and only the strong prevail. Keerah believes her singing voice is a flaw she has.

- I gave her a pre-prison dimension injury, I think it makes her look cool. Also, prosthetics are really cool to design.

- She can play the electric guitar

- Keerah was definitely a gladiator back during the height of the Krang Empire.

- She definitely snores

- Kish needs reading glasses. I think it’s really funny.

- His boots definitely have heels on them, I think Kish has a bit of a feminine side.

- He has a soft spot, and deeply cares for his siblings. However he has to keep up his powerful, leader role, so he doesn’t show this side of him often.

- He likes to pamper himself a lot, and takes up a lot of time in the bathroom relaxing in the bathtub.

- Tonga loves the stars. Something about how they sparkle and gleam has always fascinated them. They leave their home in the Hidden City every night to star gaze on the rooftops of New York.

- For the first couple of years after Tonga arrived on Earth. They spent their life in the wreckage of their space-pod, which they turned into their home. Tonga wanted to try and figure out who they were.

- Tonga loves Boba Tea, and cats!

- They also have a pet frog named Charles

- Because Kish/Krang 1 has that weird ability to take away mystic powers….for plot convenience. I decided to change it into something else.

- All Krang have a bit of mystic power (thus the connection between them and the turtles). If they master/control this power, they can change into a more human-like form without the need for a cloaking broach (incorporating a little of my own au in here).

- Because of Tonga’s memory loss, they don’t remember they have this power, or know how to use it. So their friend Cameo made them a cloaking broach as a gift. . . After a lot of pestering from Tonga. (Cameo belongs to @themagicbrew)

[yamayuandadu]

Could you provide specific sources on the fact that there was no unified Sumerian "pantheon", and that each city had its own pantheon? I believe this also applies to the issue of trying to separate Mesopotamian mythology into "Sumerian mythology" and "Babylonian mythology," correct? I would also appreciate sources that critically analyze this issue.

I’m sorry to start with a bit of criticism but your question seems to confuse labels - Sumerian is first and foremost a linguistic label, Babylonian a territorial one (and if applied geographically, "Sumer" is also just lower Mesopotamia, esp. in the early periods when calling it Babylonia would be an anachronism). Also no, “each city had a different pantheon” is a completely different thing from an artificial separation of deities based on the linguistic origin of names (in which case it would be Sumerian and Akkadian anyway, not Sumerian and Babylonian).  A good recent study on the notion of cultural divide between "Sumerian" south and "Akkadian" north is Aage Westenholz's Was Kish the Center of a Territorial State in the Third Millennium?—and Other Thorny Questions. Regarding the main topic, Joan Goodnick Westenholz, Goddesses in Context, p. 39:

For more info see Walther Sallaberger’s Pantheon A. I. In Mesopotamien in the RlA,  especially §7 and §8 for the notion of local pantheons and “state pantheons” (starts on p. 300; table with some examples is included on p. 301), §4 (p. 296) for reasons behind variability despite religion being ultimately one of the most consistent things about Mesopotamian history and §10 (p. 303) for why it’s difficult to speak of distinct “Sumerian” and “Akkadian” pantheons. 

Overall speaking of pantheonS in the plural or specifying a localized pantheon is discussed (ex. Lagash, Uruk or Arbela) is quite common. One of the most detailed studies of the matter to date, Thomas Richter’s Untersuchungen zu den lokalen Panthea Süd- und Mittelbabyloniens in altbabylonischer Zeit, has pantheonS in the plural right in the title. 

Simply put, you can either speak of a singular Mesopotamian pantheon - a construct of literary texts as well as both ancient (god lists etc.) and modern scholarship which nonetheless does reflect the notion of different parts of Mesopotamia ultimately following broadly speaking the same religion - or of localized pantheons. But not really of two pantheons, one Sumerian and one Akkadian.

[thefluxqueen]

the point of karaoke w ur friends isnt ta sing good. its ta scream sing NA NA NA NA as loud as possible and sing minecraft parody versions of songs by pullin up the lyrics on ur phone

[strwbmei]

I love Kiamei, but Elymei also has my heart 💔😔 Apologies if I get anything wrong, I don't know jack about fashion/makeup ahaha

"Elysia... I'm thankful, but is all of this really necessary?" Mei sighs, following the pink-haired elf with an obnoxious amount of shopping bags hanging from her arms and shoulders.

Of course, Mei expected this as soon as she accepted Elysia's invite to go shopping, but only because she thought they'd be buying clothes for Elysia. Splurging on herself like this was an unfamiliar feeling to Mei.

Elysia only hums happily in response, already walking with a cheerful step on her way to a clothing rack filled with collared shirts in neutral colors. "Of course! Ah, these would look great on you. You look so dashing in black!"

"Hmm... We should also get you some crop tops. You should show off those abs once in a while!" Elysia comments, holding one in front of Mei to see if it'd be a good fit. "A crop top? Aren't those more your style?" Mei smiles, starting to accept her faith as Elysia's fashion model for the day.

Suddenly, Elysia looks as if she's had a ground breaking epiphany. Not a good sign. "Mei! You're a genius!" She starts grabbing crop tops of different colors, setting aside the one she was holding previously. "We should get matching ones! Hmm... What about heart patterns? Ooh, or I could have Eden design ones with our faces on them!"

Mei can't help but sputter and cough thinking of the idea. Knowing the other woman, she was most definitely not joking. "I think the heart patterns are enough. Pink or white would look great on you." Before she can even blink, Elysia was already nowhere to be found.

"Mei! Over here!" The elf waves Mei over, a bunch of shades of lipsticks in her hands as she does. Mei swears those makeup samples weren't there the last time they walked by. Perhaps it's the writer's will. "These shades were practically made for you, wouldn't you think?"

Elysia excitedly applies one on herself, and kisses the taller woman on the lips. Meanwhile, Mei is left at a loss for words. She could never get used to Elysia's sudden shows of affection. "See?" Elysia holds a mirror in front of her. (Again, where did it even come from?) The shade did in fact fit Mei perfectly.

"One more." Mei says. Now, Elysia is the one left flustered. "I mean, the lipstick is a bit off center, so-" the pink haired woman giggles at Mei's frantic attempt at explaining herself, opting to squeeze her cheeks. The action makes Mei pout. "You're so cute. You can just ask for a kiss, y'know?"

"Chsn I hvuh kish, pleash?" Can I have a kiss, please? Mei speaks through muffled words. Elysia stretches her cheeks a bit before finally letting go. "Of course. Pretty girls are my weakness~" She kisses Mei again, this time on the cheeks, much to the other woman's surprise.

"Ah, looks like I'll have to do it again."

[arcane-abomination]

This is the ritual I use to consecrate things with Eldritch energy. It’s important to do this with every tool you decide to use. This is because Eldritch energy is so different from our earthly energy that there’s a good chance the energy of both sharing one object can often work against one another. This can cause difficulties during magickal workings so I’ve found it best to charm specific tools with either Eldritch energy or earthly energies, never both at once.

This doesn’t mean you can’t use one Eldritch tool with an earthly tool together in one ritual. You most certainly can. It’s the channeling of those energies into these tools that work better kept separated. Think of it like trying to hold water and fire together in one vessel. You can’t, you need to separate them into their own vessels to have them both exist simultaneously.

⚜️ The Ritual Itself ⚜️

🌹 First off it’s important to cleanse the object of all residual energies. Do this however you like.

🌹 Next, set the item on a symbol of power like a pentacle or pentagram. Whatever it is you use. Fill free to open your circle as well if you fill you need to.

🌹 I call upon the Eldritch Trinity after this but you can call on whatever Eldritch forces you follow. You may substitute the names and descriptions in the following incantation as you wish. I also have a candle or representations for these deity as well.

“Ïa Yog Sothoth, the key and the gate, I call to you. Ïa Shub Niggurath the all mother I call to you. Ïa Azathoth, maker of the all and the forever, I call to you. Enter this space great Eldritch forces and join this rite.”

I make the sign of Voor here. I also take a moment and meditate, feeling their energy enter the space. This works better when vessels are involved but they don’t have to be.

🌹 Once that’s done chant this and give any offerings that you have.

“Lend me your power and strength I beseech thee. Bless and consecrate this tool so that I may inact my will through it.”

🌹Next, stretch your hands over the object and visualize the energies descending from the sky, down your arms, and out your palms into the object. You may use the sign of kish to at this time and speak these next words. Remember, now you are speaking to the object itself.

“You are the doorway to the beyond, the second site to all paths of the Eldritch, and the voice by which those beyond can speak.”

🌹 Finally, you will call forth the gods blessing.

“By the power of Yog Sothoth the key and the gate, Shub Niggurath the black goat with a thousand young, and Azathoth the creator life itself I concentrate this tool in Eldritch energy.”

🌹 Lastly, give thanks to the gods, release the energies you called upon, and close your circle. I make the sign of Koth at this point.

The signs I mentioned; Voor, Kish, and Koth; are often used within Yog Sothothery. You can read about them here: The Eldritch Signs