#the ghost slayer

[jayswing101]

For the Guardian bonus bingo prompt "answer". How does this fit the prompt? An attempt at an explanation is under the cut - warning for spoilers of the last chapter of the Guardian novel!!

Okay so. You know how at the end of the novel, Shen Wei sacrifices himself (of course) and also does that whole Kiss of Forgetfulness bit? And then Zhao Yunlan immediately starts freaking out about the gaps in his memory and suddenly he's fully Kunlun-jun again? And then he drags Shen Wei back out, back to life? And Shen Wei suddenly has three soulfires, meaning he's now part of the wheel of reincarnation? And with Shen Wei, being a ghost king, gaining those soulfires, it means all the rest of Ghost Tribe can too and they're all also now part of the wheel of reincarnation? Meaning the wheel of reincarnation is now complete and stable?

Yeah.

Shen Wei's new soulfires are basically the answer to everything, the solution to the major conflict in the novel, right.

Voilà. I present to you a kinda rough watercolour of Shen Wei, as the little ghost king but in his Ghost Slayer robes and hood (sans mist of hiding), holding the soulfire he'd treasured from Kunlun-jun for so long, with his own newly gained soulfires

[yilian0203]

"What?" Shen Wei asked lightly. "I can't kill?"

[connorsui]

♡ || "Nobody likes sensitive men" || ♡

EXCUSE MEEEEEEE I WANT THAT MAN TO SHOW ME HOW HE REALLY FEELS!?!?!

I WANT HIM TO SOB IN MY SHOULDERS AS HE HUGS ME SO TIGHTLY LIKE IM THE ONLY ONE HE CAN CONFINE TO

I WANT TO KISS HIS TEARS AWAY AS HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE IM THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD WHO UNDERSTANDS

THE HOTTEST THING A MAN CAN DO IS CRYYYYYYY

LIKE SENSITIVE OR NAH IM RUBBING HIS FACE WHEN HE CRY

Consui unedited thoughts

[xxsabitoxx]

You know damn well Sanemi mother fucking Shinazugawa would bend over backwards to try and get you to leave the corps. He’ll go about it by any means necessary…

But it didn’t dawn on him until he has your thighs nearly pressed to your chest that he could simply put a baby in you and that would be enough for you to retire.

[beautifulsenpai]

random horny thought:

men who will kiss, and mark your neck possessively, and lovingly. their cock deep inside of you, pounding into you with cum dripping from your pink puckered hole, and legs from the first orgasm. they murmur against your neck, repeatedly saying how “you’re mine” or “my good boy”.

katsuki bakugo, dabi, tomura shigaraki, keigo takami, sanemi shinazugawa, doma, gyutaro, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, donquixote doflamingo, dio brando, joseph joestar, kars, jotaro kujo, yoshikage kira, ghost (simon riley).

[luc1-anna]

He wants your womb to be stuffed with his kids, overflowing till the brim. Your pussy of full display as his cum slowly coated it over and over again, he was doing this as if he could get you pregnant whilst being 8 months pregnant.

The way you laid on your back, hand over your stomach as you tried to catch your breath, a smirk residing on his face as he looked down at the white mess he created.

"Ah, you look so pretty, babe" Gently stroking his cock against your folds to get the last of it out of him, it had been an eventful night for you two. Your legs wrapping around him to bring him closer, you didn't even mind if he wanted to go for another round.

You nodded in response. "I should fill you up one more time, just for good measure." The excitement could be heard in his voice as his gripped your hips once more."What's the point? I'm already pregnant.." fingers circling your stomach, trying reasons with him.

"Doesn't matter, I've still got some left in me" he did promise that he would empty himself after spending such a long time away from you, plus you did say that you wanted to be his cum dumpster. Grabbing his semi hard cock and wiggling it around, making sure that none of his seed was left on it.

"Go on then" you consented as your eyes moved towards his length, running his thumb along the leaking precum and bringing it towards your mouth, wanting you to taste it. As you had yourself occupied his threw his cock back into your hole that was already oozing with his seed. Bringing his head back as he let out a groan, he always acted like he hadnt been touched in years whenever you went for another round.

[kozmicmizuu]

what if i made this much worse mwehehe

that’s the lil baby face sabito swore to protect with his life for as long as he could

but that wasn’t very long and sabito genuinely regretted that, he’s seen giyuu grow into the man he KNEW that he wasn’t supposed to be

applying the medium giyuu headcanon to this, sabito has tried to comfort giyuu the best he could in his ghostly form

he sees giyuu’s distant and cold face and just feels like he ruined that baby boys bright smile.

-

i love sabigiyuu… platonic or romantic… maybe in this case it’s platonic (they are so angsty and silly i hate them)

[berristreasuredlibrary]

All characters are aged up as needed, MDNI 18+ !!!! Tryna get back into writing, it's a little sucky so I apologize. Spitroasting next?? Also not proofread :3

"Watch closely, brat. I won't explain it again. Got it? If you put her legs over your shoulders, you can go deeper - shit - and you'll hit the spot that - there we go, easy. Look at her, I got it spot on, didn't I?"

The older man above you shifts his hips, rolling them into yours slowly, fingers digging into your plush thighs - his nails leaving faint crescent-shaped marks upon your skin. The tip of his leaking cock prods against the gummy spot within your spasming walls, a soft grunt leaving him when your nails scorch marks down his back.

Your mewls grow increasingly louder as you near your peak, with how expertly he fucks you. Deep, slow strokes over and over, making your mind hazy and your toes curl. Yet the thing that brings you closer and closer to the edge is the pair of eyes watching entranced on the edge of the bed. Wide-eyed and lips parted in awe, your boyfriend watches his mentor bring you closer and closer to the edge, his eyes locked on where the older man's dick disappears into your squelching pussy.

It's perverted, it's wrong, but it's so damn sexy; watching you writhe and moan the name of his teacher. Watching your hands claw at anything they could grab hold of - the sheets, your tits, or the arms of the man above you. He can feel his own cock straining against the confines of his pants, just begging to be free, begging for some time of relief.

Yet he keeps his hands clenched on his thighs, refusing to look away from the erotic scene playing before him, even as his dick throbs and jumps with each sound you make. He forces his eyes from where you and the older man are joined to your face, watching your brows scrunch together and your eyes flutter, your lips parted in a perfect 'o' to let the most sinful sounds tumble out of.

When your orgasm does crash over you, his eyes dart back down to your pussy, watching as your juices come squirting out, coating his mentor's thighs and pelvis with your essence, his breath stopping entirely. The older man lets out a harsh exhale, gripping your thighs tighter as he grinds his hips against the backs of your thighs, balls flush against your ass.

His eyes move to the younger man at his side, watching him closely as he nods down at you. "Rub her clit. Tight circles. Not too fast - yeah, just like that. Good, good. Look at her, watch her face." The older man can feel his own orgasm rapidly approaching, the way your pussy clamps and gushes around his dick paired with the way you sound making it difficult to hold off his orgasm.

Gritting his teeth, he lets his head fall back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to maintain his composure. When your moans trail off to soft whimpers, he pulls out of you with a sharp inhale, squeezing the base of his dick as he looks down at your limp, twitching form. "There, I assume you don't need my help anymore? Just do what I told you and you'll have your little girlfriend squirting without problem."

As the older man steps back, looking down for his jeans, the younger man speaks up, his voice ragged with barely concealed desire. "Wait." The younger man reaches out to grab a hold of his wrist, stopping his mentor and looking up at him with desperation, making breathing difficult.

"Can you teach me how to creampie?"

~

Eren + Levi

Simon (Ghost) + Johnny (Soap)

Sukuna + Yuuji

+ more

[merakidoll]

he loves your stomach. this is for my chubby girls! but specifically, chubby black women <3

he absolutely adored everything about you. from the top of your head, to the tip of your toes. but what he loves most was your stomach. the softness, how warm it was and pretty. your little pudge he would call it even tho it was far from little, he always found himself gripping the extra meat whenever he was sleepy, or anxious. but most of all when he would fuck into you.

“p-pretty baby, daddy loves you” he would whisper into your ear looking at you through the mirror. he large veiny hand gripping and tugging at your stomach, making him go faster because honestly, it turned him on.

he always would be messy when his hand found it’s way to gripping you fullness. always filled your hole with more cum than he ever has before, whimpering like a bitch in heat and growing hard from the deep heavy breaths you would take. “j-just one more. t-then m’done”

let’s not forget about the nights where your legs would lay mindlessly over his shoulders while his face was shoved into your tummy. licks, bites, sniffs. he did it all falling into a deep space of comfortability just from the the squishy-ness. without realizing, he would move down from your belly, to your thick thighs. kissing and sucking, leaving hickeys over your stretched mark skin and licking up the slit of your pussy, spitting out a glob that had your toes curling and nails gripping his hair.

eren, ghost, alejandro, zoro, tengen, kazutora, toji

[fickleduster]

✧. ┊   Random Thirst, lmao

※ bottom.sub, amab.reader ➤ cw: dacryphilia, overstim/dumbification, rimming, hand holding 😳, sum petnames, meanies I tell ya, I wrote this intoxicated so do with that what you will

Like the most adoring boyfriend that he was, he saw you as nothing short of a masterpiece, the most perfect boy he could ever lay his eyes on.

— Correction, hands.

And he made sure that you knew, too, (even if this sentiment isn't quite 'hidden',) he always found ways of showing his adoration with his hands; be it mindlessly tracing your skin or holding your own hand at every opportunity given, he had done so and much more.

"Stay still, baby."

... Even as he's eating you out, he has a hand intertwined with yours, with the other gently squishing your plush thigh.

Having you squirm under his mouth, legs locked on his head, and unabashedly moaning as if no one would hear... Without much said, it's obvious that he relished in having you reduced into a puddle; whether by his tongue or his cock, it's his pleasure to be of service for your wonderful body.

Even after what felt like hours since he started lapping at your hole, he had found himself wanting to coax more and more orgasms from your adorable cock. Even as your body's twisting and turning, tightly grasping at the dampening sheets under you, he just couldn't stop. It's just that you tasted so damn good.

You shiver upon hearing his voice, low and warm against your neck, "... Can't you handle a bit more, darling?"

It was then that you pleaded for the first time that evening— pleading that you can't keep cumming so easily from oral alone, pleading for his cock already. He wouldn't be able to stop the mockering chuckle that left his mouth.

That's when his free hand finds it's way to your slick hole, and a finger enters with ease.

Without even so much as a small thrust of his hand, your back had already arched upon a silent scream.

You had came for the nth time that evening.

"That's a good boy."

—

... It's almost animalistic, the sight of him lurching down to your equally sweaty form while he panted, mumbling obscenities with every shallow breath he took.

He could laugh, at how you're barely holding on as he forced your ass up. You're just as a babbling wreck as he was, head thrown back at every single thrust forced into your thoroughly slicked ass, body limp against his tight grip.

This was what you wanted, wasn't it? So why are you crying so damn loud when he forces the third load inside?

➶-͙˚༘✶

fushiguro toji, vox akuma, hex haywire, simon "ghost" riley, uzui tengen, chrollo lucilfer, quincy, tartaglia, kamisato ayato

[taisho-era-secrets]

Don't look at me as I fumble some quick Rengoku fluff out of my pocket as I trip and fall. Listen, I've been a little sad lately (just a little, just a little) and Rengoku keeps me going. I also don't know if this has been done before or not but I'm still tossing it out here.

CW: Talks of disability, hard of hearing Rengoku. This is a sfw fic, savor it while you can. We're going right back to business after this.

It all came to a still - the hustle and bustle of the day, the work, the errands. The seemingly nonstop chaos always comes to a still at the end of the day as you lace your fingers in with his. The nightly ritual of just connecting was something that you both looked forward to, but as you lay here you couldn't help but feel this twinge that something was... off. Something was a little different this time around and it wasn't welcomed, sending ripples into the oasis that you had so desperately looked forward to.

Your cheeks rubbed against his chest as you looked up at him and noticed his gaze burning a hole into the ceiling, brows pinched together, deep in thought.

He was never really good at hiding his emotions.

"Kyojuro?"

"Hm?"

Blinking back into reality, he tilted his head intently towards you, locks of hair draping and bunching around his face. He tried to beam brightly at you like he normally does. But again, he was never really good at hiding his emotions. Your lips pursed, letting him know that you knew something was up.

He was caught. And he knew it.

"My apologies, I just..."

His fingers wove into yours tighter as they rested intertwined atop his stomach. You could hear the anxious thump of his heart as the fire in his eyes simmered to a calm ember and his muscles relaxed just slightly. Then those eyes wandered away, avoiding your concerned gaze as you could see the cogs in his head start to return back to his previous thoughts.

"Earlier... When we were making dinner, you said something to me... and I couldn't quite hear it," his voice was softer than normal as he recalled the event to you.

"Please don't mistake my concern, I'm not upset at you by any means, but..."

His lips pinched together for a moment as you could read the pain in his tone.

"It dawned on me," his voice started to waver a bit. "You already know that my sense of hearing is... not the greatest. I can hear you when you're close to me like this."

His hand brought yours up closer as his lips brushed against your knuckles. That worried look on his face grew stronger as if he was done fighting himself and had decided to sink into the abyss of his thoughts.

"I'm worried at the possibility that I may not be able to hear you at all one day."

You sank back down into his warm chest. It wasn't something that ever really crossed your mind before, but you could tell this thought wasn't something that just suddenly popped into his mind. It was something that was formed gradually over time from his insecurity.

"Not being able to hear your voice is... a devastating thought. The thought of my body eventually betraying me like that as I grow older is alarming."

You were at a loss for words for a moment; There was rarely a time that Kyojuro showed that anything was getting to him like this. He was usually able to power through his concerns, dismissing them as a waste of worries, but this one seemed to have festered for a while. That same fear he expressed was seeping into you as well. What if there was a day you knew that he couldn't hear you tell him how much he meant to you? How much you loved him?

Then it hit you.

"Kyojuro..."

His eyes came back to you like the rays of sunlight peaking through the storm. You untangled your fingers and lifted his hand close to you. The puzzled look he gave you as you pressed his fingers firmly against your vocal cords made you smile.

"You can feel this, right?"

His expression softened, a smile slowly tugging on the edges of his mouth as his fingers caressed your neck.

"Yes."

"You can feel this just as much as you can feel my love for you, and that's something that can't be taken away with time," when those words fell out of your mouth, you could see the realization hit him.

And there he was again, slowly coming back to his usual self as a chuckle bubbled out from his chest. There was a silent realization that he was rubbing off on you with his motivational speeches, but that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.

"That's very true," he smiled so brightly, the dewy wetness of his narrowed eyes sparkling. "I don't know what the future may hold, but at least I know that... and I can keep that close to me in my heart forever."

[heyhanibee]

今煉獄さんがいたよね

“Rengoku-san was just here, wasn’t he?”

[aviiarie]

˚ ₊ ‧ ♡ UNLIKELY COMPANION — feat. kyojuro event masterlist.

synopsis. you're certain that the creature that keeps visiting you is something completely inhuman, but you don't mind. he seems quite fond of you, and always tries his best to look after you, so who are you to complain? warnings. none? notes. requested by anon. demon!kyojuro. gn!reader. fluff? 1.7k words. i hope this is okay, i wasn't sure about this one but i couldn't keep editing it T-T

The first thing you were taught was fear.

Fear came in the form of caution, learnt through a thousand tales of reckless children and their inevitable demises. Those who ventured out of their home when the sun fell, who dared to stray from the path when walking in the forest, were whispered about like ghost stories. Your elders made sure the horrors were never forgotten, always lurking in the back of your mind like cobwebs.

So you learnt, and learnt well. You heeded their advice, and kept your house locked up before you slept, lighting the lanterns outside, and burning wisteria incense to ward off any stray evils.

It wasn't an infallible defense, but it was better than nothing, they said. Anything less would be like offering yourself up like a piece of meat on a platter.

The cause of the fear, the ones who were waiting to snatch up unsuspecting humans and tear them to shreds, those were less certain in your mind. All that was really known was the trail that they left behind; massacres of entire families, young men and women vanishing without a trace, bloodstains splattered across the forest floor.

'Demons' was what they were called.

They were what kept people barricaded inside their houses, huddled under blankets and fearing the moonlight poking through the cracks in their windows. The bloodthirsty creatures emerged at sundown, feasting on human flesh, and retreating before dawn. They were stronger, faster, and much more deadly than any other danger a human could face.

The village was right to fear them, and so were you.

Once, the idea of walking through the forest in the dead of night would have given you a heart attack. Now, it had become just another part of your day.

It was simply too much of a good opportunity to pass on. Collecting herbs and plants to sell was what kept food on your table, and some of the most sought after greenery bloomed only at night. The risk was high, but in times of desperation as strong as yours, common sense was disregarded. You weren't a kid anymore, and you needed some sort of income to keep yourself afloat.

Most would—and have, for that matter—called you mad for your little 'hobby'. Hunting plants in demon-infested woods at night was equal to plucking the whiskers off a tiger's face as it's sleeping.

“Do you have a death wish?” The doctor asked with a shake of his head. He accepted the herbs graciously, offering a generous sum for your effort, but still scolded you for your actions. “What sense do you have, going out at night alone?”

You smiled and waved him off every time, assuring him that you were careful, and you weren't in any danger. You never bothered to correct him that you weren't alone, but you doubted the truth would be any comfort to the man.

-----

As always, you felt him before you saw him.

The first sign was the wind—which was as howling and brutal a late-night breeze could be—suddenly going still. You paused in where you were crouched over a crop of flowers, hand still poised and ready to pluck them from the soil.

The next sign was a sudden warmth behind you, like a forest fire was creeping up at your back. It was a cold night—or it was up until he appeared, leaving a pleasant heat in his wake.

Finally, if you hadn't put the pieces together, his booming voice confirmed any lingering doubts.

“[Name]! I see you are still collecting plants!”

A smile broke over your face, even before you saw him. You grabbed a handful of the flowers and tossed them into your bag, straightening up and turning to face him.

“I am,” You agreed pleasantly. “I see you're back.”

He was grinning back at you, eyes wide and bright. You found yourself studying them, watching his irises shift and swirl in shades of yellow and orange, like there was a bonfire burning behind his eyes.

At a first glance, he wasn't anything out of the ordinary. There were no obvious abnormalities, no inhuman features that would prove he's anything less than a perfectly normal man. It was only when you looked closer that you noticed he never seemed to blink, his teeth were unusually sharp, and his skin was always burning when you touched it.

You would have to be a fool, spending as much time around him as you had and not suspecting him to be something otherworldly, but you didn't let it trouble you. Even if he was the creature that you were warned about, he didn't seem like he had any intention of harming you.

Even after what you were taught, it was difficult to see him as someone to fear, when the very first time you had met him was through him saving your life.

On one of your first visits to the forest, you had stumbled into one of the 'demons' that you were warned about. You had enough wits to drop your bag and bolt towards the town, but you could hear heavy footsteps behind you, getting closer and closer.

In the end, the strain on your lungs slowed you down, until you were collapsed heavily against a tree, with nowhere left to run. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the moment that the demon would tear you to shreds.

It never came.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and glanced around, still wheezing from the exertion. There was no sound or sign of a struggle, it was as if the creature had gotten spooked and run away.

But what could possibly scare away a demon?

That was when you saw him, stepping out of the trees with your bag held loosely in one of his hands. He looked over at you with owlish eyes, unblinking as he held out the item you had lost.

“I believe this is yours.”

Numbly, you took the offered bag, still leaning against the tree trunk. The man stepped back, smiling widely.

“Call me Kyojuro!” He proclaimed, his voice echoing through the quiet clearing.

“I-It's nice to meet you, Kyojuro.” You had stammered out, still reeling from the close call. “My name is [Name].”

“You should not be here!” He continued, as if you hadn't spoken at all. “There are more dangers than losing your belongings, you know!”

You only nodded, still in shock.

After that, he walked you back to your house, making you promise to not to explore the forest at night anymore. You were careful with your response, instead vowing that you wouldn't get into danger like that again. When he waved you goodbye, there was a strange curl of warmth in your chest that you couldn't quite place.

Of course, it wasn't your last visit to the forest, much to Kyojuro's chagrin. He managed to find you every time, chiding you for coming back even after his warning. Every time, he would accompany you as you collected plants, and every time he would walk you home.

There was a hint of fear, for a while, but it wore off easily. While his unwavering gaze and loud voice unnerved you at first, he was a warm, steady presence that you found yourself craving, even during the daytime. He wasn't violent, or unpredictable, as you had been led to believe creatures of his kind were.

If anything, he seemed oddly fond of you.

It showed in strange ways, but the way he always made sure you arrived home safe, and the times he would leave bento boxes on your doorstep to discover in the mornings, and the genuine care in his voice when he inquired about your well-being told you more than words ever could.

“I have returned, yes!” Kyojuro nodded. “I apologise for my absence. It has been a busy few days.”

“I don't mind,” You reassured him. The wind brushed against your face, making you shiver. “I've been busy too, I haven't been foraging much.”

“That is—” He cut himself off abruptly, the smile sliding off his face. In two quick strides, he crossed the clearing and was right in front of you. “You are cold.”

“It's just the wind.” You pulled your haori tighter around yourself.

“You are cold.” Kyojuro's voice was more distressed than you have ever heard it. He reached out his hand, pressing it against your cheek. His skin, as burning hot as it always was, was a welcomed relief on your cold face. Unconsciously, you found yourself leaning into the touch.

“It's not that bad, really—”

“No. You are too cold. Have you collected enough for tonight?”

“I guess, but—”

“Good.”

Without another word, he leaned down and scooped you up in his arms as if you were weightless. With a gasp, you clutched onto his sleeve, as he adjusted his position so he was carrying you with one hand under your knees and the other supporting your back.

“Kyojuro!” You hissed, your face growing warm in embarrassment. “I can walk, I don't need to be carried!”

Kyojuro clicked his tongue in disapproval, calmly walking back through the path of the forest towards your house. “I disagree. With how long you've spent out in the cold night air, you might be sick. I wouldn't want you collapsing before you get home.”

You scowled into his chest. As flustered as the sudden gesture made you, you could see the care behind it. It was his way of taking care of you, or at least you assumed it was.

And it was difficult to be annoyed, when he was so warm, and you were still so cold from being out all night. Leaning against him was like curling up by a fire; it was enough to lull you into a gentle slumber.

It was only when you arrived home that you stirred, as he laid you down on your bed to sleep, pulling the sheet up to your chin.

“Goodnight, [Name].” Kyojuro said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Goodnight...” You mumbled.

If this was what you were supposed to fear, then you didn't mind ignoring the warnings.

🏷️ taglist: @mollzaj, @mitsvriii, @an-angstyteen

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[c00kietin]

If I'm correct, today is @ghostbite0's birthday (I hope- sorry if I'm late akjdshfd) so I decided to draw Ro! :D

don't mind me just blabbering-

if you do read this Bite, first of all EEEEEEEEEE- second of all, you're a huge inspo for me- I love your art so much, you pint sized pillar au (I also love that name sm-) and, of course, Ro! It's also super nice to see someone draw Gyomei more often too, he's one of my fav hashiras <333

You were one of the many that helped me with my drawing journey and I thank you for that! I also thank you for the kindness you've brought to others, and know that you're very much appreciated <3

if you managed to read that, here's Ro with a birthday hat! :]

[harveywritings92]

[R/n is in a pissy mood and is snapping at everyone.]

Ghost: You're really campaigning for bitch of the year, huh?

R/n: As the defending champion, are you nervous?

{Soap and Gaz nervously side-eye each other and bail before the bloodbath starts.]

[luc1-anna]

Mouth nibbling onto your exposed neck, hands roaming around your body but always ending up at your tits, the way he'd purposely put pressure on them, squeezing and kneading on them only to watch the milk overflow from them, he loved how it dropped down onto your body, wishing he could lick it all up right now.

Sat on his cock as it stretched you out, trying to catch your breaths with the way you just rode him. "I should fuck another baby into ya'" whispering into your ear, as he kneaded your breasts. A lewd moan coming from your mouth. Nodding in response, it went in and just came out the other ear. Resting your head back to give him better access to your neck, head resulting against his shoulder, giving your lips a quick peck, knowing he couldn't resist as he grabbed your chin, thumb rubbing against your jawline as he kissed you, spare hand travelling down from your chest towards your lower region.

Fingers rubbing against your stuffed cunt, digging slightly into your lips, thumb running against your outer lips, feeling the vibrations of your moans into his mouth. Only making him kiss you harder, milk still leeching off your pleasure as it kept spewing out. Cum dripping out of your poor cunnie, running along his sack, some of it rolling onto his thighs as he sat criss-crossed.