#so forward Ro

[ourthurafterdark]

Oh shit.

Well, it's like a- erm (*erotic gesture*), but, not real, y'know? The harness looks sexy, I promise!

Listen, I already got surgery for the top half, and that was a nuisance. You're either gonna take the rubber or my fingers, or you won't get anything at all.

Understand, mon amour?

- Ro 🐈‍⬛️

“Wow, very forward…. Uh. I’m not opposed to this, I-i mean either the fingers or otherwise.

Fuck.

Mom amour? Jesus Christ.. “-Arthur

[enbyandyy]

o7 aimsathon you flew too close to zero seconds

being serious though I fucking love the aimsathon and all the streams so much (my watchtime agrees lol) it is so nice to just sit and chill and watch a stream that you know won't be ending for hours and hours. Long streams are the fucking best, especially with fantastic entertainment and a lovely chat

I'm not deep in the aimsey community but wow "it is going to be ok"

[redo-rewind-if]

Small report this week! The current path is shaping up to be a doozy. 😬

Next Update (Chapter 4):

Opening: 100%

Avoid August/Confront Him: 100%

A Normal Day at Work: 100%

You Can Fix This, Right? 🤡: 20%

Keep Your Friends Close...: 0%

Avoidant Route: 0%

Oh boy, things are getting intense in this section. I wish I could share more, but it's hard to without any spoilers. Just know that the plot is really starting to amp up and MC is not having the best of times lol.

Hopefully I'll be able to share a snippet next week (I tried to find a good one for this past week but everything felt too spoilery, y'know?).

[pushing500]

Toddler Ro is still very cute, and I'm glad he's getting some good use out of those toys in the school building. Andy and Henry never paid them much heed.

We've had a bout of gut worms which took out a bunch of colonists until they were treated, but we had plenty of room in the hospital and lots of fellow colonists eager to step in and lend a hand.

Henry turned 10, and now I have to remember to start drawing him looking a bit older. They grow up so fast!!

I was curious about what would happen if I gave the teetotaler trait to someone with a genetic dependency on a drug. Or, in Henry's case, to someone who will develop a genetic dependency once they're old enough. I didn't end up picking it for him because I didn't want to make him miserable if it did end up clashing with his genetics, so he got an iron stomach instead. That seemed more appropriate for a Hussar than the optimist trait, and I didn't want to give him bloodlust or abrasive because he's already genetically hyper-aggressive. Heavy sleeper was tempting, but I like not having to deal with food poisoning.

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[rofax]

SORRY I know I've posted some of these pics before but I was feeling very proud of how far I've come since chemo and how the life is finally coming back to me 🥹 glow up hours

approximately two months after chemo >>> six months after chemo >>> eight months after chemo

[cospinol]

it's seasonal isekai log time for fall 2024☆! my impression was that we had a lot more general rpg-fantasy light novel chaff than isekais proper this season so i decided they'd all get full reviews this time, and ended up reviewing way more than i wanted to, and so... finally one of these is so excessively long it gets readmored. i have many thoughts

also, the thesis of this post is 'if krai from nageki no bourei and noel from wajutsushi were in the same show, it'd be the emen of the year'. thank you for your time

descending list order means this post gets the privilege of opening with one of my now-official top 3 shows of the year, season two of kantei skill! a lot of my review of the first season was about how excited i was to see it set up a pivot to a military campaign structure, which fantasy anime love to gesture at and almost never commit to; because kantei skill is almost perfect it commits. the diligent setup-work of the first cour all comes together here as each set-piece has a place for all of ars's retainers to shine, and the grand arc of the campaign (correctly) follows the one-sided strategist-rivalry between best girl mireille and her younger brother thomas, a trajectory that builds logically on s1's setups but also contains some wonderful little surprises at the end. the tactics are satisfying, the battle pacing is smooth, there's a sappy mini-arc about the dedicated brotherly love between a fist of the north star-style mohawked bandit and his boss whose only character trait is patricide... this is just about the perfect show, essentially

my one and only real complaint is still that i don't want ars and licia to be married so early in the show; slowing the burn of their romance by drawing out their engagement would maintain more tension in the pairing, and the actual wedding is so drama-free that it accomplishes nothing that just letting them affirm their betrothal couldn't. but licia spends most of the season absent from the main plot anyways, and conceptually i do still think the two of them being so obsessed with each other is cute. more than anything i can't wait to see where s3 takes us; i want to go back to the imperial capital...

i actually don't want to talk about my score for wajutsushi lol. i hate chuuni jerks more than any other flavour of self-insert protagonist; i decided to give this one an episode or two because noel's character design and concept seemed cute despite the obvious slimy aspirations of every single aspect of this show; somewhere ensuing it became my other favourite anime of the season. it's all a haze... wajutsushi really is a mean-spirited little nightmare of a show that hits nothing but tropes i usually despise (noel is always an outrageous misanthrope and the narrative never lets him lose) but... because noel is cute... i enjoyed every minute of it. is this how actual isekai fans feel about their power fantasies? i think i'm coming down with something. i liked everything about this show; alma's the best girl of the season, koga's recruitment arc is downright insane, leon's spin on the standard 'hero counterpart who joins maou protagonist' arc might be my new favourite of all time (maou gakuin's ray notwithstanding)...

i can't actually give it an 8 because it has a couple of weak spots that even i can be rational about (the koyasu character is a massive waste of airtime; noel shouldn't have a six-pack), but to this very moment i'm still tempted to bump it up that extra point. also, it has the worst op AND ed visuals of the season by a mile (the ed is nothing but the 3d model gun spinning around for 1:30). what a world

also earning a (slightly lower) passing grade through an accumulation of miscellaneous technicalities rather than what i'd call 'being a good show is' sayonara ryuusei; this one's real low-effort, cruising on the general idea of iyashikei vibes without actually committing to them or to an actual plot in their place, but the whole package is mysteriously deeply tolerable. dolan has the requisite lack of personality traits for a protagonist in one of these things, but the one thing he does care about is endearing; i love a guy who's quietly obsessed with defending just a little patch of land... and none of the arcs he finds himself embroiled in are thrilling but all are competently constructed, with a generally pleasant cast and reasonably satisfying resolutions. most of this show's completely unremarkable fluff, but when there's something notable about it it's always something positive - the red herring villain in the first conflict is clever, celina's obliviousness about her crush generates some cute jokes, and the mini-arc centred on black rose girl diantha in the latter half of the show actually ends up being delicious in its less-is-more handling of some truly awful stuff. i love her...

also, per my only concrete scoring rule, +0.5 point for the elf dad character voiced by toshihiko seki and his approximately 2 total minutes of screentime :)

i have really almost nothing to say about seirei gensouki 2 so i'll be quick with it; the first season was unremarkable but serviceable and so is this one. the brazenness of the usual power fantasy is lost in the obtuseness of the multiple-isekais gimmick and the protagonist's multiple-identities scam, and the basic plot is very functional if never anything to write home about. it's basically the most Fine you can get for one of these even though he looks like kirito and wears the kirito coat. platonic ideal of a 5/10, also it has a hilarious incidental off-brand emen in it

anyways, the rest of the middle of the pack is filled out by our two villainess entries of the season, rekiaku and yariryuu; the former is convinced that its annoying social politics are a lot more complex than they actually are, and the latter fails the basic 'do i despise the leading man' test with flying colours, but aside from the fatal flaws that prevent them from scoring above the lowest possible pass, both of them are functional and not completely charmless. i won't hold rekiaku's carelessness about its premise against it (even though that's one of my usual major pet peeves) because it still commits quite thoroughly to its romance (on top of its dumb spin on the setting/otoge mechanics), and yariryuu commits incredibly hard to everything it can get its hands on (to the point where i frequently wanted it to calm down and take a moment to breathe. why did this particular show get a comedy op...?); in this sub-genre earnestness and enthusiasm are the highest of virtues so i'll forgive other failings

leading the sub-passing category is, really regrettably, wajutsushi's evil twin nageki no bourei. i went into this show with strong reservations based on its premise/trailer whose comedy seemed to lean hard into mean-spiritedness, and was incredibly pleasantly surprised to the first two episodes were still very funny. at its best nageki no bourei is a show where everyone loses; krai and tino are both character types i've despised in many other anime with a dynamic type i've despised even more frequently, but by sharing the role of 'butt of the joke' in all of their comedy set-pieces they've got room to both be truly pathetic and thus actually charming, and the escalating misery of that first arc is pitch-perfect and extremely funny.

unfortunately in episode three we meet our first additional party member and the entire thing immediately goes to hell. this show's charm and comedy depends on a more or less even distribution of misunderstandings and misfortune, so liz showing up with nothing but jokes about how she always gets exactly what she wants (plus the occasional interstitial temper tantrum) completely steamrolls the balance. if she were just intolerable on her own it'd be one thing, but the problem is really that she's a harbinger for the entire rest of the party - we only meet three of the six other grieving souls this season, but all of them share the same joke of 'being an op asshole who gets whatever they want'. it's never funny and it obliterates all potential for other characters to be funny; i spent most of this show just sincerely feeling bad for tino and various arc-villains to the point where i don't even really intend to watch the sequel. get my girl to a different series, stat

it also pains my heart to score this one so low because it really shines when it comes to one of my niche favourite things in the world, in-character episode previews. most of this show's comedy may be a flop, but having different characters rap about the events of the next episode over the final 1/3 of the outro song is so charming and pitch-perfect almost every time. just thinking about the one that's styled as a live performance from the dungeon of the week makes me smile; on that front this show's an all-timer

also scoring much lower than i wanted it to be is maou 2099 which loses most of its points for making me look at vtubers. i keep having to ask myself if i'm just acting on an inherent anti-cyberpunk bias, but this show just couldn't stop getting on my nerves: i don't like that the ancient demon king immediately adjusts to the modern setting and becomes a Gamer Who Makes Gamer jokes, i don't like that the first episode is the last time the characters experience any real hardship as a consequence of the basic premise and hook of the show, i don't like that they go to high school! i've forgiven all of these self-indulgences in all kinds of other shows, and i understand their conceptual appeal in this one, but things just kept being deployed in ways that irritated me. the basic competence of this show's writing in most respects actually aggravates its issues -- there are lots of individual moments and ideas that work in self-contained scenes, but it all comes together to fall completely flat.

also, it's fundamentally it's embarrassing to find yourself in a position where wajutsushi is smoking you completely on the maousama-hero dynamic that's actually built into your premise; gram is at least cute but he immediately gets saddled with the secretary with the most irritating speech gimmick on god's green earth, and then just disappears from the show altogether. for every sincere charm point in this show it immediately shoots itself in the foot, apparently intentionally; this one is just not for me

back on the theme of evil twins, sono chiyushi is definitely sayonara ryuusei's: an extremely basic Just One Of These that almost never comes up with anything of its own, but whose details are always extremely, deeply, irritating. laust is a basic One Of Those Guys protagonist but when he does occasionally take any kind of initiative it's to be passive-aggressive or deeply patronizing to his poor little love interest; the only side character work is a half-assed speed-run of multiple equally flavourless romances; the main villain is unnamed and completely off-screen even though multiple characters appear to know him personally and describe his motivations to each other in detail. the episode where the main character and a supporting villain discover that they were childhood friends who Just Forgot might be the single most irritating moment in any show this season just because of how carelessly it's deployed...

also, it's so incidental that i almost forgot about it, but making a 'kicked out of the hero's party' show where the hero isn't even cute should be illegal. truly a thoughtless, wretched work

and finally we're at rock bottom :D and who could've guessed, the maousama retry sequel that's jettisoned the first season's singular, solitary charm point (its off-brand(?) shinichiro ootsuka character designs) blows? all i really remembered about the original maousama retry is how much its premise irritated me with its having-your-cake-and-eating-it-too; if your protagonist is a regular gamer who's been reincarnated as his mmo avatar in an unrelated isekai, then the other characters from his mmo should also be players from the real world, and if they have to just be game characters with no self-awareness then so should goddam hakuto kunai. i'd prefer the former, but the latter would at least spare us the intolerable comedy-voice antics of his stupid gamer self. was he that insufferable last season? it's possible i just blocked the whole thing out.

anyways, i call these things bottom-of-the barrel all the time but this one really might be the worst of them all. no themes, no character arcs that last longer than two episodes, no attention span, somehow not even a lick of coherent lore. aku's essentially not even in this season because this show doesn't care about any of its characters at all, it just jumps randomly between whatever miscellaneous stuff happened to catch the author's eye at the moment. there are about two dozen new girls this season with about two character traits between them; in one episode, one of them details her tragic backstory about being extensively tortured as a child, and then we move immediately into a comedy scene about the protagonist comedically torturing some stupid comedy monkeys. yuu doesn't even have her horny gimmick any more. zero gets less than half an episode of screentime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! isekai anime is the enemy. never forget this

[amerasdreams]

I am very sorry.

I kind of go crazy whenever

I'm tired

It's night

I'm on tumblr

I can control 1 of those things. So maybe it is best I not be on here. I keep thinking it'll be ok and then.... well it's not pleasant for me or for you. My feelings explode. Bad. Bad.

Turns into too much of an outlet. :( this is me but no only me so I hope you don't think I'm too bad of a person.

If I splinter my personality and have no outlet, or only on a side blog, could work perhaps.Hopefully.

Maybe come back in like a year... will i be better.... will anyone want me

I will miss you mutuals. You're amazing, you've stuck with me all this time. I'm sorry. ❤

[homewrecking-lore]

The treatment of female characters and their writing in Picard's season 3 has already been discussed a lot and much better than I ever could tbh, but I think the way Matalas built up how Tasha would be acknowledged in season 3 just to do what they is a good example of the problem.

The acknowledgement isn't even of her character or her legacy - it's just of Data's memory of her. As it's always been on TNG. That's it. It's like she stopped existing outside of that. So many of her character and relationship beats weren't even with Data. They were with Worf, Troi, Picard, even Geordi! And not once have any of them ever mentioned Tasha. The amount of time wasted on pointless Easter eggs and nostalgia bait and they couldn't bother to have a couple of lines between the other characters remembering their friend? It's so frustrating that Tasha has been consistently reduced to one of Data's trinkets across TWO shows - I'm slapping that goddamn holo statue out of his hands and into the void. We know Data recognized and mourned her loss, we've seen it time and time again, but that's all about Data's character and growth - not Tasha! Do something about HER!

[justanamesstuff]

I need one fucking nice thing to happen soon or ill lose it

[forgaeven]

another stray headcanon about rheowyck. by the way, i do believe that daemon did have the intention of properly introducing rheowyck to new clutches and/or any existing dragons that he could bond with, but as per canon, the war of the stepstones happened, and everybody — i kid you not — forgot.

[scootarooni]

Taking a break from posting art for a bit

This time of the year is not a great time for me. My motivation and depression are kicking my butt 🫠

Cya hopefully soon!

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

4 hours of sleep? It'll be fiiiiiine...

But in my defense I did finish TWO books.

Well, a novella and a graphic novel, but still. I have pounded through my January reading list like a mad man. But the next book I'd 637 pages so...

[cosmic-latt3]

probably going back to E///D inpatient, potentially as early as before Xmas. So that's fucking fun. Last time I was there they wouldn't let me outside for over a month because of my ""noncompliance"". I might be in SEED protocol this time (even though I don't meet the definition? I'm almost 30 but I've only had it 4 yrs. IDK why they said that so 🤞) so hopefully they'll be willing to give the barest accommodations to my other disabilities. Last time I had to advocate for myself to be able to... cross my legs at meals. Don't get me wrong I'm grateful I have access to one of the less bad programs in the country and probably the only one with mandatory masks 🎉 and hope to use this time to work on certain projects with fewer electronic distractions, and but... yea

[ilovechainmail]

btw if any of my mutuals (or literally Anyone Ever) wants a sort of detailed guide for watching certain sunshipduo lore or anything like that Pleasee send me a dm or an ask, i might honestly just make like a carrd site or something for it but if anyone is interested and getting into any of it but doesn’t know where to start let me know :3

[kurooh]

❤︎ LOVE POTIONS ! — MY HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. VALENTINE’S DAY 2025 — aphrodisiacs are both a curse and a blessing. / midoriya izuku, bakugo katsuki, todoroki shoto, kirishima eijirou, kaminari denki, & takami keigo.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, aphrodisiacs / sex pollen, dirty talk, edging, brattiness, overstimulation, squirting, threesome, sickness but it’s sexy, breeding kink, unprotected sex.

xoxo, juno. everyone pretend it’s v-day 💘

MIDORIYA IZUKU.

⟡ getting hit by a villain’s quirk right before valentine’s day was not something you’d planned to do. somehow, the effects of the quirk end up being an early gift and also a curse.

fat tears race down izuku’s face, his hands grasping weakly at the sheets with each dizzying bounce of your ass onto his thighs. an hour has passed, spent in different positions around the house with less than five minute breaks in between—but no matter how many times you cum, the glowy pink ring around your irises doesn’t go away.

“too much, ‘s too much,” he slurs, words running into each other and becoming jumbled nonsense. “baby, i can’t, not anymore—shit! ‘m empty now, and it h-hurts so bad.”

“hurts?” you parrot disbelievingly, too deep under the spell to feel the burn in your thighs. “‘zuku, know what hurts?”

“no, i know,” he sobs, balls squeezing painfully as the familiar pressure returns to his cock. it’s familiar, but it’s not the same; there’s no cum involved, he’s been drained too dry to give you anything. “l-last time, please. i need a minute to, ngh, relax.”

it hurts. izuku’s cock is practically purple with overstimulation, but he’s too entranced to pull you off himself. when you’d arrived home, tugging at his belt and babbling about what had happened, izuku took a moment to consider if he had any notes on something like this.

villains with these types of quirks have always been rare, and it’s just his luck that one popped up before valentine’s day.

the couch groans from the combination of movement and weight on it, yawning with wear. izuku has never underestimated your strength or sex drive, but this . . you’re bouncy, and he’s wondering if the villain’s quirk enhanced your stamina too.

in a startling display of affection, you grab at his jaw and kiss away his tears, cooing sweet, sensual nothings into his ear. your voice is smooth when you tell him how good he’s doing, how sexy he looks when he’s whining so sweetly. just when he’s thinking it can’t get any better, you hit him where he’s weakest with a sultry murmur of want you to put a baby in me, izuku.

flustered, he can’t help but let out a squeal when you nip at his neck, kissing over previous bites and smatterings of freckles.

“do what you want with me,” he surrenders, verdant green eyes meeting your own. “hah, if that’s what you want, jus’ use me. fuck me, baby.”

BAKUGO KATSUKI.

⟡ you have the misfortune of tracking a villain with japan’s number one hero, the all too explosive dynamight. everything completely unravels during the confrontation, when katsuki’s rushing forward to deliver the final blow. the dastardly villain releases a thick, noxious smoke that fills the air with a sickening sweetness — despite all the coughing and hacking, he manages to subdue the villain until the police arrive, but you never make it back to the agency to regroup.

ridiculous, is all you can think as you’re being folded in half in the back of a company car that’s sneakily wedged in an alleyway. katsuki’s not-so-gentle teeth nip at the tender skin of your thighs, and he doesn’t think twice about the marks that are sure to show up by tomorrow.

“d-deeper, katsuki,” you writhe against the seats, too handsy for his liking. “please, it’s not deep eno—”

“shut it,” he grunts, scowling down at you. his usual expression doesn’t quite have the same effect it usually does, since it’s been mellowed out by the villain’s aphrodisiac like quirk. “don’t you dare tell me how to fuck, got it?”

a bratty huff escapes you, and you make a show of rolling your eyes at him, seemingly unimpressed. “i wouldn’t have to if you’d just do it right. oh, but who am i to judge the number one?”

a vein bulges from his forehead as he listens, crimson eyes seething silently while you continue to lay it on thick. “i guess dynamight can fuck however he wants, even if it’s subpar—”

in an instant, katsuki’s hand is on your throat and applying just enough pressure to force out a gasp from you. that teasing and talking back worked—now he’s really about to come undone, show you just how strong the number one pro can really be.

“can’t take that back now, can you? if you think you can insult me and order me around, oh,” katsuki grinds his teeth, pressing your knees into your chest without taking a moment to appreciate the pretty moan that leaves you. “fuck, you’ve got another thing coming. shut your mouth.”

“make me.”

he can’t seem to recall a time where he’s ever been this turned on—that aphrodisiac quirk’s got nothing on the way you talk to him, challenge him in a way that nobody has before.

katsuki draws his hips back, slow and deliberate in each movement. you were right, he wasn’t giving you his all; but now, he will, and he won’t stop until you eat your words. deeper? harder? faster? if that’s what you’re asking for, he’ll give it to you.

you watch breathlessly, mesmerized by the frustrated scrunch of his face, all because he can’t stop replaying your words in his head. a harsh slap to your clit snaps you out of your daze the moment it lands, stinging terribly.

“let’s work up to that, alright? you’re going to—”

“what if i don’t, katsuki?” you tip your chin up at him, looking down your nose at him. “then what?”

another slap, this time with a little more strength behind it. he disregards everything you just said, getting ready to give you an explosive orgasm you’ll have to work hard for.

“that’s what. now, let’s try that again—you’ll be good and count each slap, unless you want me to spank this slutty pussy raw,” satisfied by the responding clench of your cunt, he arches a brow and smirks. “your choice, brat.”

TODOROKI SHOTO.

⟡ with a new, unstable virus spreading rapidly through japan, scientists are racing to develop a cure. it seems to act like the standard flu, but it affects quirk users differently—shoto ends up with an unusual kind of fever.

“ah, ‘m cumming, sho,” cum squirts from your pussy like a waterfall, and everything’s so overwhelming that you unintentionally push his cock out. “good, ‘s so fucking good.”

sweat coats his face, clinging to the rough scar on shoto’s left side. panting, he sucks in a breath, grasping around for his swollen cock.

“i’m sorry,” his voice cracks once his tip slides through your sticky folds and makes your back jolt off the bed, “it’s just—shit, it’s not enough.”

“a-again? i, hah, don’t know if that’s a good—”

shoto shakes his head, shivering as a thin layer of frost appears on his right cheek; it sparkles brilliantly before melting into droplets of water that drip from his jaw. “i’m still burning up,” it’s completely out of bounds, but the low rasp of his sickly voice scratches an itch in your brain. “see, lovey? can’t even use my quirk to fix it.”

a sigh escapes you, and you spread your trembly thighs one more time. “i might be too tired to drive you to the hospital after this,” you warn.

“i know, but baby,” gratefully, shoto pushes forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside you. his warm hand settles on your lower belly to add some pressure, gearing you up for another explosive orgasm. “i don’t wanna be like this when we go to the hospital.”

he flushes darkly with embarrassment, and the mental image of a tortured shoto rutting into a hospital bed as waves of the fever’s severe effects overwhelm him is enough to make you soften.

once he starts to thrust, developing a rhythm that would put your own fingers to shame, his mouth drops open and he’s babbling incoherently. “ . . always so fucking hot around you, baby. i-it’s not my fault you’re so—haa, shit—so perfect, making me burn up whenever you’re not looking.”

and because being this deep inside you is as close as he can get to heaven, shoto sees no reason to hold back on the honest praise. he’s always been a little shy to express himself during sex, mouth drying up whenever he tries to say something rather dirty, but not now. since his brain is being fried by the heat at the moment, he won’t feel any embarrassment.

“sho, right there,” a breath is punched out of your lungs, and your nails scratch at his shoulders each time his tip kisses your sweet spot. “oh god, ‘m gonna make a mess again!”

his cock twitches and he moans your name, only egging you on. “can’t wait to taste it, darling.”

you fall off the edge, his words serving as the final push. euphoria curls through you, cresting like a wave until the sensitivity becomes too much, bringing you back to earth. abs clenching, shoto pulls out to cover your stomach in white.

in an instant, shoto’s temperature drops. quietly, he shivers against you, huffing into your neck.

“i want to stay like this before we leave.”

“you’ve got ice forming rapidly on your back, sho.”

“it’ll melt if i’m cuddling with you . . could you also rub my back? maybe i just need to sleep it off.”

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.

⟡ eijirou listened to you specifically tell him NOT to eat the wrapped cookies you had in the fridge and when you left, he did exactly that.

“babe, baby, you feel so good,” cum races down his fingers in creamy rivulets, puddling at the base of his cock. caught up in his fantasy, eijirou flicks his wrist faster, hoping with all his heart to imitate the hot squeeze of your cunt. “s-so pretty when you take me, always so fuckin’ beautiful.”

his voice cracks just as the door opens, and your purse falls to the floor. your boyfriend is spread out on the bed, flushed feverishly and gasping out your name like he’s delirious—it would be the perfect scene to come home to if you didn’t spot two torn cookie wrappers near him.

“eijirou,” you speak his name lowly, catching his eyes and raising a brow. he’s not sure if he should feel awkward or turned on because of your scolding tone, so he just swallows dryly and looks toward you with hooded eyes. “already forgot the speech i gave you? why’d you eat the cookies?”

shame creeps up his neck and makes his skin prickle uncomfortably. grasping for a response, eijirou decides to question you right back. “why’d you have sex cookies in the fridge?”

“they were a surprise for valentine’s!”

oh.

now he really feels dumb for spoiling your plans. perhaps if he hadn’t been so hungry, so greedy, he wouldn’t be embarrassed under your scrutinizing gaze.

but the feeling doesn’t last long—your tough face drops into something more sultry: doe eyes and an upturned quirk of your lips that’s sure to finish him.

the mattress sinks under your weight, and you scoot beside him with a self satisfied smile. it’s small and quiet, but a voice in the back of his head tells him maybe you wanted this to happen; you certainly don’t look too upset about it.

“no way, baby,” a hiss escapes him when you slap his cum-stained hand away from his cock, instead choosing to replace them with your own. “am i dreaming? mrs. red riot, are you—”

his narration throws you off, and you choke just kissing his tip. you know eijirou’s surprised and eternally grateful, but damn. “mr. red riot, you’d be quiet if you wanted me to.”

“sorry,” he says earnestly, tensing up to hide the fact that he’s shaking like a leaf when you finally take him in your mouth. “i’ve just—” he inhales sharply as you slowly, torturously take him inch by inch. “i’ve been waiting s-so long for you to come home, babe.”

you swallow, throat squeezing tight around his cock, and eijirou’s clean hand flies to the back of your head, hovering precariously. “i’m crazy about you, all day every day, and the cookies made it worse. ‘m sorry for spoiling the surprise, i didn’t mean to—haa, w-what’re you doing to me? oh, you’re gonna make me—”

it doesn’t take long for obscene slurps and occasional gags to fill the room as you suck eijirou’s cock, spoiling him with each languid bob of your head. it’s too much, and the tension grows thicker in his gut, setting his insides ablaze with anticipation.

he’s hurtling toward his high, jerking his hips up and shamelessly preparing to fill up your throat this quickly—but then, you push yourself off of him. a shudder ripples through his body, and he throws you a pained, wide eyed look.

“why’d you..? baby?”

you motion for him to lay on his back, and he can see the gears in your head turning behind a wicked smile. “might as well draw it out, hm?”

“you’re gonna milk me?”

he’s so cute . .

you want to see him crying.

you hum, “only until you’re begging for me to stop.”

KAMINARI DENKI, ft. SERO HANTA

⟡ an undercover sting at a mysterious village with your work partners doesn’t go as smoothly as planned. the village, out in the far country, has been reported as the one place with the highest levels of quirk activity in japan. little did you know about the fact that this place is home to infectious pollen that makes its way into people via the air, or about its temporary effects on people . .

“what the fuck,” you moan, vision blurry between their faces and intermittent flashes of light. “there’s no way it’s from a plant, it can’t be—”

hanta’s tongue darts out to lick the salt away from his upper lip, and he points a finger toward a passage in the encyclopedia. “the symptoms are, ngh, the same.”

one of your hands works denki’s cock while the other shakily flips through an encyclopedia of germs and the like; hanta’s buried to the hilt inside of you, tan cheeks flushed with exertion.

“can’t you just read after?” denki unhelpfully suggests, blinking back a few tears while sparks of electricity fly off from his blond hair. “let’s just fix—yeah, baby, jus’ like that—fix the problem now and figure it out later.”

“shut it, denks,” hanta rolls his eyes, rocking his hips into you. despite the fact that the three of you are totally naked and in the middle of some kind of threesome, you’re researching what apparently caused this surge of uncontrollable arousal.

things began not long after you arrived in the village, where everything had looked unsuspecting and normal. surely there was a villain lurking around somewhere . . ? why else would there be so much unusual activity, enough to alert the authorities?

“look, they f-found something similar in america,” hanta’s voice wavers uncharacteristically, his own high racing through him with such intensity he doubles over.

“forget about the book,” denki’s begging while pressing dazed kisses to your tits, one hand tossing the book aside and slipping between your trembling thighs. “c’mon, babe. show us what you look like when you cum.”

perhaps this is something to be selfish about — when will an opportunity to fuck your hot coworkers come around again? hanta’s everything you’ve been daydreaming about, with a muscular physique sharp enough to have been cut from stone. denki’s just as attractive, though his features are softer, the result of his constant snacking while on the job or in the agency.

hanta nods in assent, already trailing over the edge. “want you to gush all over me, baby.”

thrashing under denki’s fingers, it momentarily occurs to you that maybe they’re a little too experienced. neither of them were concerned with a threesome when it was suggested, and there’s no mistakes in their almost synchronized movements.

just watching your eyes flutter and roll back is enough to make denki cum with a moan of your name as his cock sprays white. hanta’s pupils probably dilate a hundred times their size at the erotic sight, and his hips begin to stutter as heat races up his spine.

denki, shaking profusely, musters his voice and maintains his hurried pace. “g-good girl, go on ‘n let it out.”

since stepping foot into the village and inhaling that damn pollen, the pro hero’s been getting realistic flashes of thoughts he’s kept locked away for some time. you, on your knees, looking up at him like you’re ready to do more than just please. you, with your pretty eyes full of tears as you lose your mind beneath him.

an orgasm stronger than the lustful effects of any aphrodisiac tears through you, and your cunt bears down so hard it forces out hanta’s own high as well. with all his might, he tries to resist the surge of weakness that hits him and fails—he collapses on top of you, hugging you closely and burying his face in your neck.

loosely, your jaw hangs open and breathy gasps leave your mouth. denki’s sparking with electricity beside you and simultaneously struggling to get it under control. a single yellow spark flies off his body and mildly electrocutes hanta, snapping him back to reality. he jerks against you, sounding exhausted.

“uh. so, um, what’re we supposed to report when we get back?”

TAKAMI KEIGO.

⟡ bless his heart. for valentine’s, he decides to be a silk heart-shaped box of japan’s most expensive chocolate for you. he’d been so focused on finding your favorite flavors along with new ones that he didn’t even realize that he’d purchased sex chocolate.

“it hurts, dovey. it’s s-so painful.”

since sharing the box of chocolates with you, keigo’s been reduced to a pathetic mess who can’t seem to stop shaking when you just barely touch him. vermilion feathers puff up and out at his back, his messy wings conveying the way he’s crumbling inside.

you’re just as hot, skin crawling with a lustful itch only keigo can scratch for you. the frenetic beating of his wings whips up cold gusts of wind stronger than any ceiling fan, and not a single goosebump rises on your skin.

“right there, kei,” you moan, tears gathering in your eyes as he continuously hits your sweet spot. “oh my god, don’t stop.”

as if he’d ever plan to.

he hiccups, face flushed and hair tousled like he’s just returned from some mission out in the wild. softly, with the barest note of urgency, keigo whines out your name and a request.

“dovey, c’mon,” his voice cracks halfway through his sentence, shattered with unmistakable pleasure. “just tell me what you want, and i’ll, ah, i’ll fuckin’ give it to you.”

keigo’s entire body thrums with the need, the purpose, to please you, and his own pleasure hinges on you and your praise. sure enough, you cry out to him, words saccharine and addicting.

“make me cum, kei,” and he doesn’t need any further instruction, not when he knows your body this well. smooth fingers slip between your thighs and work your clit, causing your back to arch when he applies just enough pressure to send electricity through your nerves.

you’re wrapping around keigo’s waist, drawing him in and breaking down his self control easily.

“want me to fill up this pussy, baby? i can do it again and again—” he punctuates his words with harsh thrusts that amplify the clap of skin against skin almost as much as a quirk could, “while you take it like you were made to.”

quaking beneath him, you nod frantically, as if those are the words you’ve been waiting to hear. while he was so vividly illustrating the scene, his wings unconsciously began to wrap around your bodies, a sign of how much he wants it too.

you gasp, eyes squeezing shut with the last image being keigo’s face, twisted in ecstasy and scrunched with concentration. “gonna—‘m gonna cum, kei!”

“with me, dovey, please,” sweat pours down the sides of his face as the heated bliss tightens in his gut, applying an unbearable pressure to his cock. “let me feel you cum around me, ughhh.”

sloppily, keigo presses open mouthed kisses to your lips, and a delighted moan escapes him when you kiss back. your lips are soft against his, and your tongue carries the sweet taste of valentine’s chocolates, the expensive ones he’d come home with earlier.

with his orgasm creeping up on him and dulling his surroundings, a brief thought occurs to him about those chocolates. the sales lady had raised a brow when he filled up the customizable box with many pink chocolates that had been sitting in a case separate from the rest.. no, that can’t be right. surely this is the common valentine’s day effect on couples—it can’t be from the chocolate, can it?

[diejager]

Stepdad!König taking a call from your mother while she’s at work - and while he’s brutalizing your sweet pussy in your room, his hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your moans as he speaks to your mother over the phone like normal 😊

Phone cw: p in v, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, smut, rough sex, creampie, exhibitionism?, tell me if I missed any.

Your heart jumped out of you chest when his phone rang, you panicked, but König looked unbothered, reaching over to pick it up as he kept up his pace, driving his hips forward roughly and ruthlessly. He chuckled lowly, showing you the caller: your mother. Your breath hitched, teary eyes widening and mouth agape with drool rolling down the corner of your lips, you struggled against him, begging for him to ignore the call or to stop if he wanted to answer it.

“You can keep quiet, can’t you, Schatz?”

“No no- please-!”

His hand came down on your mouth, muffling your cries and whimpers, pleading for him to adhere to common sense. Despite your cries, he answered the phone, clicking on speaker - to antagonize you - and your mother’s voice rang out in the room. He greeted her with a normal hi, his tone calm even through the strenuous session, rocking into you, his thick girth and throbbing cock milking your cunt of the load he left this morning after she left.

“I’m sorry for calling so suddenly, hun,” she sounded tired, spending the day working until 7pm.

“It’s okay,” König hummed, placing the phone down beside your head, beside your covered mouth and tear-streaked cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll be home later than usually,” she sighed, oblivious to your muffled whines. “I’m going to swing by that Italian place, do you want anything?”

Unlike your choked mewls and breathless keens, your stepdad was still, chest puffing up and pressing down on you, shifting your legs over his shoulders as he drove himself deeper. He was rough, thrusts hard and words degrading, cooing in your ear harsh, degrading names. Telling you what a slut you were for you stepdad, how you were a bitch for whoring around him and Horangi in skimpy shorts and baggy shirts, and how your sweet pussy was so wet and loud for him.

“Could you ask (Name) about supper?”

“Give me a second, ja?”

He flashed you a mean grin, putting the call on mute for better acting, playing the scene of him walking towards your room or where ever you were. His hand moved down to your neck, giving you a hard grip and holding you down, folding you in half, knees bent to your shoulders and feet jerking over his head. Seeming satisfied with his manhandling, the wet slaps of his hips hitting your thighs louder and the head of his cock ramming your spongy cervix, he picked up the phone, unmuting it and pressing it to your ear.

“Dear?”

“H-hi mom-” you gasped, the heavy curve of his cock and the bulging veins rubbing your back wall, you spasmed around him, teeth biting down on your lower lip to stop the moan that threatened to slip.

“You remember that Italian place we went last week?”

“Ye-ah-yeah.”

She paused, her silence ringing louder than every slap that made your stomach bulge. You feared that she heard your slip up, the high-pitched mewl and pants you let out; you feared that crooked grin on his scarred lips and that proud and scheming gleam in his eyes. He changed his fast and rough pace for a deep and precise one, repeatedly aiming for that spot that made your eyes roll and back arch, finger thumbing your engorged clit.

“Are you okay?” You hated the worried tone mixed with that exhaustion, it picked at your heart.

“Yes-!” It came out harsher than you intended, pearly tears slipping from your squinted eyes.

König’s manhandling and pointed hits made your walls clench around him, the coil in your navel tightening to a delirious amount, making your head spin and mind dumb.

“Okay… Do you want anything for tonight?”

“Ro-rosé, please.”

“All right, I’ll see you tonight then.”

Any later and she would have heard you scream your mind off, you let moans roll off your tongue without restraint, nails digging into his back and back arched upward. He lowered your legs to his elbows, opening your legs to watch you come, your cunt swallowing him to the base, pumping in and then back out with a white ring around is cock from your shared pleasure. He made a sound of satisfaction, hands wandering down to grip your hips, riding out his pleasure leisurely and yours a fiery white blaze that burned through your body.

“You heard her, ja? Looks like we have more time to play.”

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