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ms--lobotomy · 17 days

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Maybe you celebrate Easter. Maybe you celebrate Trans Day of Visibility. Maybe you celebrate both, or neither. I am here to make those holidays infinitely worse or better, depending on how you look at this post. Special thanks to @squishyowl for giving me the parameters to calculate their (hard) schmeat sizes.

Without further adieu, Primarch cock descriptions. and also kind of how they fugg

LION EL'JONSON- 11 inches, 27 cm. Untrimmed and uncut. He shows a godly amount of restraint to you. Behind closed doors, he's much softer than he lets on. As far as girth goes, he's in the middle of the road... for a Primarch. He may not be the most experienced of his brothers, but he's going to do a thorough job anyways.

???- Dick fell off.

FULGRIM- 10 inches, 25 cm. Long and slender. You may expect a piercing, but he does not want to mar his natural appearance (at least before the Heresy.) Shaves religiously. He likes when his partner can't move, when they squirm underneath him, though he'll have a hard time admitting this.

PERTURABO- 7 inches, 18 cm. The smallest cock on the list, but he more than makes up for it while he is using it. He's got a bit of girth to him, but he can still fit in your mouth. Somewhat. His hands engulf your head as he pushes you down on him. Once he's out, tell him how good he feels.

JAGHATAI KHAN- 13 inches, 33 cm. The fastest one out of the Primarchs as far as each thrust goes. It curves up when erect, not unlike a scimitar. Veiny, but not strikingly so. Even though he's exceptionally fast, he likes being ridden. Especially on his bike.

LEMAN RUSS- 14 inches, 35 cm. He's uncut and hairy down there, he's never shaved his bush. He's also girthy. But what's most remarkable about him is his knot. This makes it hard for him not to breed his partners, where applicable. He'll hold you down and lock himself in on you, holding you down on him with his massive hands.

ROGAL DORN- 10 inches, 25 cm. He's circumcised and he keeps a clean shave. He's girthy, but not unbearably so. He enjoys tying up his partner and watching them melt as he goes down on them. Ever stoic, his expression rarely changes as he plows through you. Also a fan of doing it in his office.

KONRAD CURZE- 9 inches, 23 cm. Veiny, almost paper white, and uncut. He's not a gentle lover, especially considering his size. Usually there will be blood involved, and usually it is yours. He doesn't normally just use his cock; if he can reach you, he'll be biting you. And if not, he'll draw blood anyways.

SANGUINIUS- 8 inches, 20 cm. Surprisingly girthy, with low-hanging balls. He's uncut, but his bush is usually trimmed. He doesn't just use his cock, he bites where he can and envelopes you in his wings. He's gentle... for the first five minutes. He'll leave the most marks out of any of the Primarchs, prompting you to cover up the day after.

FERRUS MANUS- 17 inches, 43 cm. Lord have mercy. He is the most well-endowed Primarch, with balls to match. He'll hold you down with his cool silver hands as he pushes himself in. He's gentle, far more than he lets on, but he is still a Primarch. He's become quite the aftercare giver.

???- Penis serious, Penis delirious. Penis in the woods, call that penis mysterious

ANGRON- 9 inches, 23 cm. The arena had not been kind, as he is scarred in several places around it. Fortunately, no blade has ever found its way there. He isn't gentle, not one bit, even if he is chained down. The Nails eat at his head, screaming for bloodshed. He thrusts faster in a vain attempt to block out the agony in his head.

ROBOUTE GUILLIMAN- 8 inches, 20 cm, and girthy. Despite his size being closer to normal for a baseline human, it's harder to fit it in due to his circumference. With some lube and determination, though, you can make it work. He likes putting it in you and watching you try to keep your composure before you inevitably slip up.

MORTARION- 11 inches, 27 cm. It's long and gaunt on him, but it's still massive in your hand. He's one of the more sensitive Primarchs, but he'd prefer if that fact were kept under wraps. Gentle touch gets him going like nothing else. And once he gets going, you'll get to bear firsthand witness to the endurance he's known for.

MAGNUS THE RED- The bastard can change his dick size on a whim. He already knows what size would make you feel best, and he can open up more than one hole at once using the Warp. He doesn't even have to touch you to open you up, turning you into an incomprehensible mess in front of him.

HORUS LUPERCAL- 12 inches, 30 cm. The most striking thing about it is the Prince Albert that adorns it, a simple iron thing with a dull shine. Even if by some miracle you're on top, he'll always be the dominant partner, and if you have the ability you are most definitely bearing his children at some point.

LORGAR AURELIAN- 11 inches, 28 cm. You weren't expecting the second shortest Primarch to pack so much, were you? Golden tattoos come close to it, but he hadn't the will to cover himself there. You'll spend a lot of time with him; he'll use his tongue for hours on end before finally gratifying himself.

VULKAN- 10 inches, 26 cm. He's warm all over, and below the belt is no exception. In the cold reaches of space, he's a great comfort. Even if he's not the biggest of the Primarchs, he likes watching you struggle on him. He's girthy, and he likes to choke you with it too. Gives the best aftercare.

CORVUS CORAX- 11 inches, 27 cm. He's long, slender, and he keeps a close shave. He's a gentle lover when you're properly going at it and not hiding your risque behavior while in public. He'll hold your hands and whisper praises into your ear, even if he has to bend himself at an uncomfortable angle.

ALPHARIUS- 8 inches, 21 cm. He's hairless, circumcised, and his balls are almost unnaturally even. You've seen many an Alpha Legion cock, and they all look similar. He likes to finish in his partner, leaving no trace that he was there except for the slightly odd hobble you have the next day.

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truevedicastrology · 5 months

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Unraveling Mars Across the Astrological Houses 1-12

In the realm of Vedic Astrology, the cosmic dance of celestial bodies paints a unique tapestry within the twelve houses of your chart. Each house, a stage for planetary performances, unravels a saga of influences. Mars, the celestial warrior, graces these houses, igniting diverse flames that shape one's essence. Let's embark on an odyssey through the cosmic abode of Mars, unwinding the enigmatic energies it bestows upon each house.

#1 The Martian Incarnation in the First House In the inaugural house, Mars orchestrates a symphony of war and aggression. Aligned with Aries, Scorpio, and Leo, this celestial warrior molds individuals with an innate inclination towards assertiveness. While viewed as a double-edged sword, the Martian presence ignites an indomitable spirit, fostering drive and self-reliance. The pulsating energy may, at times, manifest impulsively, a testament to the intricate dance between strength and restraint.

#2 Mars' Stint in the Second House As Mars graces the second house, financial realms become a canvas for its assertive strokes. Ventures burgeon with calculated risks, unveiling a heightened awareness of one's worth. The duality emerges – a prowess in wealth accumulation juxtaposed against the specter of aggression and competitiveness. Mars in the second house, a financial maestro, beckons a narrative of both prosperity and caution.

#3 The Enigma of Mars in the Third House Nestled in the third house, Mars births assertiveness and boundless energy. A harbinger of curiosity, individuals become swift responders, navigating life impulsively. Independence becomes a beacon, steering the ship of self-control. Yet, the paradox unfolds – the boon of ambition accompanied by the bane of impulsivity. Mars in the third house, an enigmatic force, grants vigor, demanding a delicate balance.

#4 Mars' Homely Vigor in the Fourth House In the fourth house, Mars dons the mantle of a domestic force. A patriotic fervor, a love for the home, and an independent streak mark its presence. The warrior's link to the land roots individuals deeply, fostering both independence and combativeness. A complex interplay unfolds – self-reliance and ambition converging with potential aggression and impatience.

#5 The Fiery Canvas of the Fifth House Within the fifth house, Mars paints a portrait of fiery spirit, impulsive nature, and quick temperaments. The canvas reveals a penchant for challenge, drawing individuals to conflict-laden arenas. Energies surge, propelling assertiveness and focus, yet pitfalls loom. Negative signs cast shadows – anger, conflict, and potentially dangerous inclinations. Mars in the fifth house, a dynamic brushstroke, depicts both vitality and caution.

#6 Mars' Work Ethic in the Sixth House Positioned in the sixth house, Mars becomes the driving force in the realm of work and service. An individual emerges, resilient, driven, and dutiful. Work ethic becomes an emblem, and competitiveness a potent ally. Yet, lurking beneath are shadows of over-competitiveness and relentless perfectionism. The sixth house echoes with the paradox of ambition and stress, demanding a nuanced understanding.

#7 Mars' Assertiveness in the Seventh House In the seventh house, Mars radiates with assertiveness and confidence. Ambition drives a thirst for achievement, entwined with an individual's maturity and chart dynamics. The pendulum swings – a testament to both beneficial leadership qualities and impulsive tendencies. Balanced management of impulses becomes pivotal, lest they cascade into destructive behaviors.

#8 Mars' Determination in the Eighth House As Mars graces the eighth house, determination and focus come to the fore. A relentless pursuit of goals defines this period, where hard work intertwines with assertiveness. Yet, the delicate equilibrium trembles – the risk of veering into aggression and impulsive realms surfaces. A thorough exploration of individual placements is imperative to unravel the intricacies of Mars in the eighth house.

#9 Mars' Influence in the Ninth House Ninth-house encounters with Mars bring forth a tapestry of beliefs and emotions. Attractions to power and authority emerge, adding complexity to professional and personal landscapes. A compelling trait arises, juxtaposed with potential insecurities. The ninth house dances on a tightrope, balancing a robust belief system with a rebellious streak, navigating a journey through philosophy and self-discovery.

#10 Mars' Ambitions in the Tenth House In the tenth house, Mars signals a symphony of ambition, competitiveness, and an ardent desire for success. A canvas painted with determination unfolds, portraying an individual driven to leave an indelible mark on the world. However, caution is advised – the penchant for aggression and excessive competitiveness lurks, posing potential conflicts with others.

#11 Mars' Vision in the Eleventh House Nestled in the eleventh house, Mars orchestrates a vision of energy, assertiveness, and a commitment to the greater good. A leader or pioneer emerges, propelled by an unwavering desire to make a difference. The dichotomy of strength and challenge surfaces – a surge of energy, passion, and initiative intertwined with the shadows of anger, aggression, and impulsiveness.

#12 Mars' Passion in the Twelfth House Mars takes residence in the twelfth house, unveiling a passionate and determined individual unafraid of confronting challenges. A leader in the shadows, creativity intertwines with self-expression. Challenges arise – struggles with self-confidence and hesitations in taking worldly actions. Yet, strengths surface – a reservoir of passion, drive, and intuitive prowess. The twelfth house echoes with the complexity of self-expression and an innate talent for healing.

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shunshunrika · 10 months

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I just saw your megumi smut and need morrree! How about hanging out with the other sorcerers where he has to pull you away to have his way with you because your coyly teasing him.

(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠).... I don't want to make it coy towards Megumi though:( so see if you like what the devil on my shoulder made me write~

It's so fcking long tho, sorry bout that but I needed to flesh it out or my brain would explode.

content warnings: Okay y/n is a bxtch and megumi is too. afab!reader x megumi fushiguro, SMUT. unprotected rough sex, oral(f! recieving), overstim, penetrative sex, dacryphilia, humiliation, restraints, orgasm denial, consensual, petnames, gags, and the like. I am NOT proofreading this monstrosity.

minors dni

word count: 2k

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The glass bottle takes a decisive turn before its neck points indisputably at you.

"Y/N. The bottle chooses you. What do you pick?" Panda asks, a Cheshire smile gracing his face as the game of Truth or Dare between the adults draws on. It was Jujutsu High's 10 year reunion and all of you were grown ups and seasoned sorcerers now.

"Well since all of you pussies were choosing truth." You say, lifting your chin, "I choose dare!"

"Perfect!" Panda claps his paws together with Inumaki nodding beside him "Tuna Mayo!"

"I dare you to kiss one of the people here except Megumi ofcourse, for 10 minutes"

Well fair enough. These perverts won't make you kiss your sweetheart of 7 years in front of everyone. It won't be spicy enough since the two of you were practically a married couple to them. They wanted some drama and today out of all days, you felt like giving it to them.

As soon as the dare escapes Pandas mouth, Megumi lays a hand on your thigh under the drink ladden table.

Earlier in the day, Megumi had the balls to tell you to act 'civilized'. Recently, Megumi had hit the age where he looked a bit too irresistible (yeah, ironed formals, shadow of a clean shave, light lines of age and the sparkle of a young ceo, iykyk) and you were leaving no chance to smooch your sweetheart in public. Megumi didn't want you to showcase such behavior in front of your mates and former senpais.

Cool Megumi, then someone else will get your smooches and you knew already who the group favorite was to receive your kiss.

"w-w-why is everyone staring at me?" Yuuji Itadori quacked out, his faces barely hiding his embarrassment.

"We know you still like Y/N Itadori. Although Megumi's put a ring on her pretty much" Nobara elbows Yuuji mischievously while Megumi's grip on your thigh tightens.

"This is your time to shine,BROTHER" Aoi Todo (Yuuji's +1) slaps Yuuji's back hard, knocking the air out of him.

Wasting no time, you get up and head over to Yuuji's side of the table and slide between him and Maki as Yuuji literally starts to lose consciousness.

"Yuuji, I can't believe you still like me" you say, holding his face and looking into his teary eyes with passion. You decide to take it one step further and start unbuttoning his shirt gingerly while everyone lets out a gasp of horror.

"Y/N! The dare was to kiss not have..have..s-s-" Maki says nervously.

"You can't have sex here in public. Besides what about Megumi?!" Panda voices and all eyes turn to Megumi. Megumi who is known for having a composed nature didn't look quite composed in this moment. You smirk at your boyfriend.

"Aw. Megumi won't mind. Would you?" You coo at him, palming Yuuji's muscular chest.

"Well then" you say, lowering yourself to close the distance between you and Yuuji while Yuuji sweats bullets, unable to make decisions and wondering if his bestfriend will beat him up later.

In the last second before your action you saw Megumi's eyes go wide and heartbroken. You turned your head swiftly to kiss Maki on the cheek instead earning a shriek from everyone at the table.

"h-huh? Huhhh?" Maki goes, covering the cheek you kissed.

"What y'all really thought I'd kiss another man? How low is your opinion of me!" You say, pouting as you hear Yuuji and practically everyone else sink into their chairs in relief. Everyone except Megumi who gets up and grabs his belongings.

"I'll head home for the evening guys. Have fun" he says, making eye contact and smiling at everyone except you. You feel your jubilant smile drop quickly as you hurry to be beside him.

"W-well, guess I'll be going too" you say awkwardly, waving a goodbye to the stunned group.

Megumi ignored your declaration as he headed to his car without waiting for you and you had to practically chase him down before he could leave without you. You got into the Mercedes just as its engine purred to life smoothly.

"Megumi!" You gasped, trying to catch your breath. "Are you nuts? Were you going to leave without me?" You asked in a panic while Megumi remained as cool as a cucumber and gave you no reaction nor response whatsoever. He simply drove at lightspeed, hands not letting go of the steering while you pleaded with him.

"Megumi. It was a joke alright." You said, hastily removing your strappy heels, cursing at how difficult they were. Megumi had already shut the door behind him as he entered the house. When you managed to open the door again, you screeched "You're fucking overreacting!"

Dead silence.

Megumi had stopped in his tracks to turn to look at you with fearsome eyes bearing a shadow of hostility. You gulped at his aura.

"I am overreacting? Huh?" He said, approaching you and pulling you by the hand towards your shared bedroom.

"I'm overreacting? Let me see. That means I can call Nobara here and fuck the brains out of her no?" He asks, his eyes guaging your reaction. You are unable to speak, struggling under his iron grip.

He opens the door to your bedroom and pushes you onto the bed.

"You want me to bring Momo and Miwa here and overstimulate the daylights out of them right in front of you? I'd like that to be honest. It really turns me on you know. Ahhh."

"Me-Megumi, stop that." You say, looking up at his towering figure from the bed. "You don't have to go that far."

"What's wrong?" He asks. "Feeling bad?" He deftly removes his striped tie from his collar in one go and wraps it in rolls around his hand.

"You're so dramatic Y/N." Megumi smirks. "I'm not doing anything, I'm just voicing my thoughts. You should get the joke" he says, grabbing both of your hands in one of his and tying them up with his tie.

"I'm sorry." You say timidly. You'll be fine after all. He's going to have makeup sex now.

After every argument you have ever had with Megumi, he always turns to makeup sex as a way to express his apology incase the fight got too heated. He hasn't ever used his tie as a restraint during makeup sex before though, so that left you curious and directionless.

"Nobara." He declares. "that's the safe word." An evil glint in his usually kind eyes.

"Are you serious?" You ask.

"I make jokes less frequently than you do" he says, hands waiting on the hem of the velvety skirt you are wearing. This was his way of asking for permission. For whatever he has set up, till now and whatever he's about to do. You gulp, intimidated and excited at the same time. If you were to voice refusal, Megumi would stop instantly.

"Fine then. Nobara it is. Not like I'll use it ever." You say, sticking out your tongue to him.

With that greenlight, Megumi wastes no time stripping you off your pencil skirt and halter neck top as you squirm with your arms behind you, getting eager by the second.

"Wow, look at you." he says, grabbing you by the jaw. "Humiliation doesn't affect you at all."

"It's because it's my Megumi." you grin at him. "Kiss me." you pout, trying to hoist yourself up despite your restraint but Megumi backs up swiftly.

"Nuh-uh." he smirks. "You won't get to lay a finger on me today."

"What?" you gasp and plop back down. "That's not fair. I want to suck on your lips right now!"

"Sounds like your problem." he says, cocking his head to side, removing your lacy panties out of the way - a practice of several years. Right when he's about to go down on you though, his phone buzzes with life.

Megumi looks over his shoulder to check as you protest when he proceeds to pick it up. He holds it between his ear and left shoulder, continuing to descend on you.

"Yeah, Itadori, what's up?" he says, licking a stripe up one of your nether lips. Your body freezes at that. You can faintly hear Yuuji's voice on the other end since he's so LOUD.

"Hey bud. I just wanted to check if you and Y/n are okay. Y'all left so suddenly. I'm really sorry about what happened, I told Panda senpai off after that and Maki senpai contributed a few punches."

"Hey, you're worrying too much." Megumi says, grabbing your hips and placing a kiss on your swollen clit earn a moan from you.

"Huh? What was that?" Yuuji asks on the other end, and you shake your head furiously at Megumi.

"Hmm... nothing. You're hallucinating." Megumi says, sucking on the nub, making your wrap your thighs against his head.

"If you're having a popsicle or something I'll call later yo. Eat in peace." Yuuji says, innocently, cutting the phone as you sigh in relief.

"Ah what a killjoy." Megumi curses, kissing your inner thighs.

"What are you relieved about?" he asks before plunging tongue-first into the depths of your pussy and staying there to explore the walls with his muscle. The inability to use your hands to grab on to something, his hair, the sheets, anything was really messing with you. You just smothered him with thighs to maintain your grip on reality. Your hips raised up and away from him when he found a particularly sensitive spot inside you. He placed a hand on your belly to keep you from moving. "Where are you running away, baby?"

"M-m-megumi. I am so close." you stammer as he continues his assault on your womanhood. "- so, so, so close. GOD." you gasp.

At that moment, Megumi removes his mouth from your vagina, making your eyes go wide in horror and anger.

"What? H-hey, get back on there. What are you doing?" you say, struggling against the sheets.

"Y/N. I'll do things my way, okay." Megumi smiles at you. "And shut up for a bit." he says, stuffing the panties he discarded earlier into your mouth. Your head spun from your own potent scent. You don't know how he dealt with it.

You watched him silently as he wasted time kissing your thighs and pussy lips again. He knew exactly what he was doing. This was no less than a declaration of war.

You still had reign over your lower body so you thrust your hips up and onto his mouth, surprising him. This time, he continued what he was doing, but it was a restart for you anyway.

More suckling. More tongue dives. More muffled moaning later, another orgasm blooms inside you and your eyes roll back. But Megumi let's go moments before you're about to climax.

"Mmmm!" you whimper, unable to say anything. Your eyes well up with tears. Megumi spots this and removes the fabric from your mouth. He leans in a bit too close to your face and coos at you. "Why is my bratty baby crying?" his brows go up in sympathy. "You feeling overwhelmed?"

At this point, you pool all of your strength to raise yourself up and chase his lips and he backs away again.

"Hmm.. no."

Now you practically have a river flowing down your cheeks. Your pussy hurts from almost hitting peak twice or thrice. It sucks. Megumi sucks. Yet, yet... you were somehow still turned on.

"Megumi." you say seriously. "You know I haven't thought about anyone except you for a decade right?"

"I rejected Yuuji four times because I was so in love with you back in school. Do you not remember? And Yuuji still had it better than me, because you rejected me a dozen times throughout school, you ass!" you remind him. It was true. You fell first. But he seemed to have fallen harder over the years. He had given you one chance on graduation day and you had completely capitalized on it.

"It had always been you Megumi. My first one and my only one." you say, now crying for real.

"Shh.." Megumi whispers, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Y/N." He kisses your forehead and nose next. "You really know how to turn the situation your way, you smartass." he says, snaking a hand under your body to grope your ass. His hands brush against your tied up ones.

He makes you sit up and unties you, checking to make sure there aren't any marks. Fortunately, there aren't. The first thing you do is swing your arms around his neck and climb into his lap. "Never stop me from touching you again." you mumble into the crook of his neck.

You feel something sticking out and poking at your thigh and you find Megumi's angry cock dying to grab your attention. Megumi gulps as you eye his member curiously.

"Megumi." you start. "Should I do to you what you did to me?"

"Nobara." he says.

"HUH?" you raise your voice, unable to understand why he suddenly took her name until you remember it's your safe word.

"What? You want to stop?" you ask him genuinely.

"No, I don't. But if you deny me my orgasm. It might be too much for me to handle." he admits embarrassingly, pursing his lips.

"Megumi, you are too cruel." you say, hoisting yourself up and impaling yourself on his hard on. You appreciate how it fills you up completely. "I am not letting you get away." you add, starting to bounce up and down on his cock, angling yourself so it hits your good spots. You also make your chest is suffocating Megumi at all times as you let a symphony of moans and whines flow out of you.

You hold on to his muscular shoulders for dear life as your nth orgasm of the day creeps up onto you. This time you don't tell him you are coming and let yourself get undone on his cock, grabbing fistfuls of his hair.

"Oh my goodness." you cry out, leaning away from him. You look at his face and realize by his fucked up expression that he probably came alongside you. This gives you a brilliant idea as you quickly recover from your climax.

You don't stop moving around his cock. You keep up at it like you never came and Megumi starts to scratch at your back, clearly overstimulated but not saying anything. You proceed to then crash your lips against his, twisting his nipple in your fingers as he whimpers. Eventually, it becomes too much for him to bear.

He separates from you, drooling. "Y/n. W-wait. It's too much!"

"It's not." you say teasingly. "Just once more." You keep up your pace, making him thrust in and out of you. Before you can best him though, he recovers too.

He grabs your waist and changes positions, pushing you into the mattress and into a mating press, thrusting into you like a monster.

"M-m-megu-" you are unable to speak from how hard you are being moved. You come again. and again. and again. and Megumi keeps going. Like a crazed animal.

"Stop I'll die now!" you scream, your knees bumping against your chin from the position.

This is when Megumi finally releases for the second time, and collapses on you.

"Payback, for all those times I didn't let you -"

"Megumi, you're really - " you manage to whisper as you feel your eyes starting to shut.

The both of you doze off just like that, entangled and dirty with juice.

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(okay boys, thanks for reading! LET ME KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS. I do have an idea for part 2 of this where Megumi feels gulity about how he behaved and tries to make it up to the reader. it'll be fluffy and romantic. I'll write it if this gets enough hits and enough people want a part 2. PEACE :) )

#megumi Fushiguro smut #gojo smut #geto smut #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #angst #anime smut #x reader #megumi x reader #itadori #megumi #megumi x y/n

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ratwithhands · 18 days

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Character relations/opinions!

Alright before I post any more Battle Addict stuff I should probably explain what a League Council is. Here's a summarized diagram:

A Pokemon League is a region's network of specialized skilled trainers. It is run by the League Council, which includes finance, HR, marketing, PR, and other managing departments which are divided into different branches depending on who they work with.

This is all to say that everything gets messy very quickly when news of the diagnosis spreads through the network. Originally the diagnosis was supposed to be private information for only the Battle and League departments, however certain higher ups felt it was a safety risk and notified gym leaders as well in the event of future collaborations.

The network is mostly divided into people who are positive/neutral about the news, and people who feel negatively about the twins as a result. Coworkers who were already familiar/close with the two tend to be positive, or at least supportive, whereas those who didn't know them got another reason to avoid them. Some people think they should go on leave for "recovery", but some are more forward and want them terminated.

If you're wondering where Cynthia falls in this, she's a foreign top league worker (Sinnoh Champion) who is hosted in Unova. Basically she has dept. employees assigned to help her connect to people around the region and get different services if requested. She's basically watching everything unfold from the sidelines, with every interview about her opinion boiling down to "lol if you're scared of people stronger than you then get good". She does also bring up historic accounts of CM/HCCM though, mostly to clarify that CM is not a new or scary thing. She's not for or against the twins, rather just hoping to use this as an opportunity to teach others.

I didn't end up drawing her because I got tired but Elesa got the news too!! She actually got it before everyone else since the twins decided to go tell her beforehand. The general scene basically had Ingo and Emmet deliberating in the car, Ingo telling Emmet it's not too late to turn around and go home while Emmet was hesitant but adamant that they needed to tell her first. She probably took it the worst out of everyone but that's mostly just cause it caught her off guard that her friends would just randomly drop in to deliver the news. She's still rooting for them though, mostly trying to support the Subway with more collaborative events to make the twins look better after the hit from the media. She also tries to rework Emmet's restraints where possible, usually trying to make them look more cohesive with the rest of an outfit or trying to make them less visible (cause as much as Emmet says it's not a big deal it's still the first thing he looks at in his reflection).

Here's them in alt clothes :7

Man is cuffed under there (T_T)

Can't really think of too much to say so hope you guys like the art and see you later!

#submas #submas au #au #ingo #subway master ingo #ingo pokemon #nobori #emmet #subway master emmet #emmet pokemon #kudari #pokemon shauntal #caitlin pokemon #marshal pokemon #champion cynthia #grimsley #Elesa will use these two to model clothing lines without mentioning Emmet's are technically modified to match his work requirement #“His hands are just cold dw about it”#I wonder if Emmet's version of the clothes would be sold seperately #surely there must be a market for thick clothes with long sleeves and a compression fit #hell Emmet's league restraint is like half leather by volume there's gotta be an audience for that #also for those wondering‚ BFOs are considered auxilliary to the formal league and are considered as extra members for special events #They're generally not included unless an event is being planned or they need the extra marketing bait #Also the General Department handles other tasks!! it's just that most people are assigned/categorized for a specific dept. anyway #so the GD is for people coming in from out of the region or people ranking below gym leaders since they aren't assigned #All this writing is kinda making my head hurt‚ see you guys later

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aclowntiny · 7 months

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Ink Trails- Hongjoong x GN!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Just about everyone has a soulmate, a person they're destined to be with, to go through life with in some capacity. The mark of this? Anything you write on your skin shows up on theirs.

Word Count: 2.4k | Soulmate AU, Banter, Faint Humor | Warnings: a bit of language

You weren’t a big fan of drawing on yourself. As a child, you were something of a neat freak, washing all the dirt you could off your hands and never wanting to add ammo to the enemy in yours and the sink’s war. Of course, your favorite sheet of temporary tattoos didn’t count as dirt, not when they granted you several days of carrying your favorite character, a little purple penguin, with you. In fact, you practically ignored the rest of the sheet besides a few snowflakes surrounding him, all of which everyone told you were now decorating some other kid, too.

Well, good, you thought, your penguin was the best and they probably loved it, too. Otherwise they couldn’t marry you or whatever soulmates did. Usually it was get married. Maybe you would get married when you grew up. Your grandparents liked being married.

As you grew a bit older, you wrote in school. Sometimes your pen or pencil slipped, skimming your hand with an accidental line. Sometimes your soulmate was clumsy, too, and you watched a pencil trail appear when you didn’t even have one in hand. The weirdest was when you watched a whole shaky ㅎ appear, the circle looking a bit square, then suddenly erasing and being reborn round again.

And then just like that, it was all gone.

It hadn’t really been your habit to write things on yourself like others you knew- it just didn’t come naturally to you when you had paper and, a bit later in life, your phone. Beside that, given the marks of soulmates, any notes you wrote would appear on someone else’s arm, hand, anywhere they could get scolded for if they had strict family or teachers or a barrier to looking presentable at an academic event. It just didn’t seem fair. That was the same reason why, even years after school and becoming an adult, you chose not to get any tattoos. What if your soulmate hated it? Then they get it removed and you lose yours and the cycle goes on like some sort of stupid cartoon sequence of ink and lasers.

Ok, that part maybe not so much, but you knew how personal and controversial tattoos could be, so kinda weird to put one on someone else without their consent. Sorry about the penguin, you supposed all those years later, I was four.

Instead, perhaps preferably, you doodled a lot on paper, keeping at it even when that rude boy Matthew from seventh grade told you your cat looked so bad, it made him think it was a dragon holding a cookie. Such insults would not be taken from the guy who used ‘I don’t like the color red’ as an icebreaker ‘fun fact’…while wearing a red shirt.

Even if you were no artist, improvement naturally came with age and frequency, and you favored keeping your drawings cute anyway. Yet another reason to put them down on paper- pen ink faded from skin, but on paper, it was like a tattoo. Permanent with all your other notebooks of doodles that would have more than covered your body.

Your body, which was semi-frequently decorated anyway, not of your own accord. Your soulmate, likely around your age, had no qualms about use of the forearms as a notepad, so it wasn’t the oddest occurrence by far to wake up with things like ‘7:00 ��주회’ or a more frantic ‘ENGLISH TEST 9:00’ scrawled there. Or even once a very unceremoniously written, shaky, clearly hastily added ‘BUMJOONG WAS HERE’ on the back of your hand. That was a fun one to try to explain. It made you wonder sometimes if your soulmate was a less considerate person than you or if you’d simply proven well in your restraint.

You weren’t expecting any answers, or perhaps more questions, to come in the form they all did.

The morning was like any other: it was your day off, time you’d reserved so as to endeavor some shopping. Making yourself a nice breakfast and choosing one of your favorite outfits, you hopped in the shower. Deciding what the heck, it was your day off, you even busted out the new sugar scrub you’d bought as peals of warm, crashing water echoed around you, lathering some exfoliant luxury upon the skin you’d always cared for.

Never once had you expected it to entertain anyone’s notice.

But there it was as you strolled along the concrete of the shopping center’s sidewalk, completely unaware of what was exposed until you ran into a friend, waving and exchanging the platitudes of two meeting after some time.

“Wow, (y/n), what a surprise, I didn’t know you got a tattoo! I thought you didn’t want any!” Your old friend Brian exclaimed with a wide smile, tilting his head. “May I see the whole thing?”

His words rose slowly to your head as you blinked, gears turning. For you had not, in fact, gotten anything of the sort done. Instinctively you held out your hand, assuming your soulmate had scrawled another vague practice reminder on the back of their hand or wrist, but your skin was blank, just a smooth expanse the same tone it always was.

“No, not your hand, silly! There!” Your eyes followed as he pointed down towards the ground, toward…your leg?

Swiveling at the hips, you bent and tugged on any necessary clothing to reveal, sure enough, writing near your ankle. Your chest sunk.

“I didn’t get a tattoo,” you said quietly.

“What?”

“I didn’t get a tattoo,” you repeated, voice a deadpan.

He pointed, finger rising slowly, almost shakily. “Then what’s-”

“I don’t know. I- I guess my soulmate did it.”

“Your soulmate got a tattoo without asking you?”

“We haven’t met,” you burst out as you raised the fabric around your leg higher, “I guess they don’t care what I think! What’s this even say, anyway?”

Frustration pricked at you at the sheer height of the piece- it wasn’t exactly dainty. Quite a ballsy move, all things considered. Sheesh. Wait, those were wings, huh?

“It says ‘faith’,” Brian supplied, “and I think it’s nice. Could definitely be worse. Could have been a partner’s name or, like, naked Spongebob or something.”

You cocked a brow. “Naked Spongebob?”

“Well, would you want that on your leg?” Brian shot back, crossing his black t-shirted arms.

“No,” you sighed, staring at your new, involuntary body art, “I suppose I would not. Well, you’re right- this is pretty nice. I can live with this. Hopefully it’s not the first one of many, though. My soulmate better leave me some control of my own skin.”

“Yeah, and if they don’t, you’d better give them a piece of your mind.”

A chuckle escaped you. “Yeah, right. I don’t even know where they are.”

“Have you never tried to find out?” Brian’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing at you like he was asking the dumbest question he’d ever uttered.

And maybe he was. Your chest contracted in realization that you had, in fact, never once considered taking any initiative into finding whoever it was had those recitals or English tests or who you really hoped had the spine to smack Bumjoong one for defacement of property. The person who, by the universe’s decree, was meant to be some miraculous piece of your life forever and you’d just…assumed they’d walk in whenever it was time. All your concern had gone to not bothering their appearance despite their clear lack of regard on the subject.

“Uh, (y/n)?” A hand waved in front of your face. Brian’s. “You’ve gone all spacey on me, what’s wrong?”

“Brian, I might be stupid.”

“Might?”

You descended back to earth, or at least close enough to its gravity, to find the wherewithal to smack his shoulder beneath the momentous echoing of reality throughout your brain.

“Also, I take it then the tattoo on your arm wasn’t your idea either?”

“The…what?”

Shopping day over.

Hongjoong couldn’t recognize his own handwriting. Or could he? Had he written that address on the back of his hand? He had to have. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. As if his schedule wasn’t busy enough, now here was some other errand he’d forgotten.

Pulling out his phone and typing it into maps, he saw that at least it wasn’t too far away. A reasonable drive, especially for a…tuesday? Oddly specific, but appointments were appointments, he reflected as he swiveled in his leather office chair.

After all, if it wasn’t important, he wouldn’t have written it down so visibly on himself like that. That was a habit he’d largely dropped in adulthood, image of greater concern and regard for mess a bit higher, too. Plus, the only other good it would have served seemed not his lot.

At least a fair number of songs had come from it. Ah, music- the eternal, universal processor. What would he do without it? Music was a way of filling every void-no, scratch that, coming to terms with the existence of voids within oneself- the thing that made him feel complete, or certainly one of them. Jokes had it that music was Hongjoong's soulmate, and while the songwriter didn't appreciate fun being poked at his expense, it was hard to deny the itching grains of truth beneath his skin at the words.

Music-related or not, this short trip was his lot, so why not make the best of it? After all, whoever had organized it picked a pretty nice café as the rendezvous point. Worst case, Hongjoong would at least get a coffee out of it.

You were starting to wonder if nobody would approach you, more singles and even couples getting in line and heading straight for a table or the door than you could count on one hand. In fact, in came someone else right in time with your thoughts, a super hot guy in fact, though he looked confused as hell. His eyes darted back and forth between the chalkboard menu and the industrial-style metal tables as he stood a little bit out of line.

Shit didn’t hit the fan until he pulled his phone out to check it, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. His loose black t-shirt sleeve fell back, revealing a tattoo suspiciously similar to the second one that Brian pointed out on your own body. And that font was very, very unique. And big. And it was on you now.

Moving completely of its own volition, your body peeled from its metal seat and strode right up to him. No thoughts swirled to the surface of your mind even as you reached his side, prompting him to turn on his heels.

The only words your mind could barely form fell out of your lips. "You're the one who gave me these tattoos."

Jumping back, the man gaze at you with saucer-wide eyes, saying nothing as you pulled your own sleeve back to reveal the second and luckily last set of writing Brian had found on your body, this time reading 'No 1 like me', and again showed your ankle.

"I designed that one myself, how could you possibly-" His wide-eyed gape fell slowly into a smile. "I have a soulmate?"

"Yes, of course you do!" You replied, incredulous. "Did you think you didn't?"

"You never wrote anything!" He shot back.

"I was trying not to mess you up!"

"I just..." The man's handsome features fell, first into seeming hurt then just into a pensive look. "For so many years I taught myself to make my own way. Sometimes I was fine with it, sometimes I wasn't."

"No wonder you thought there was no one like you," you said before panicking, thinking better of it, "not that the tattoo isn't cool! And still true. I really like the font, actually? You said you designed at least one of these?"

"Yeah, I knew what I wanted, so I drew up the faith one and..." He tilted his head, sliding his phone from his hand back into his pocket. "wait, do you want to get a table?"

"Only if you buy me a drink," you teased, nodding toward your arm as you got back in line, "you owe me for these."

"I think you owe me for years of radio silence," the man shot back with a smirk, crossing his arms.

Heat crept into your face at the way he fixed the intense look at you, but you refused to back down. "The way you described it sounded like I taught you a valuable lesson."

"Pain can teach lessons."

Ok, you were about spent at that. "Are we really fighting over something as stupid as one free coffee?"

"I mean, fighting wasn't the word I would have used there, but you're right. I've got this one."

"Oh, you two are so cute!" The barista waved her hand as you placed your orders. "I love couples who bicker like old married grandparents! So, what are your names?"

You and your soulmate glanced at each other, your eyes sliding back into those deep, dark, expressive ones you wouldn't mind getting used to. He searched yours, too, and a small smile played on his lips that had you wondering what he was thinking... until you realized it, too.

Maybe you had wildly opposite views over the years on using your body as a notebook, but you two soulmates had the exact same sense of humor.

"We don't know," you both said at the same time.

"I'm Hongjoong," the man in black introduced himself, smiling wickedly now.

"(y/n), nice to meet you," you replied, bowing back to him.

The barista mirrored Hongjoong's initial shock at your confrontation as you both headed to your table, laughing now. Somehow that all came as easily as bickering, all your interactions up to that point having a certain flow you'd never felt before. Placebo effect? Maybe, yet the tug you felt the moment you first saw Hongjoong was yet to fade. It was like those old sayings: it felt like you two were making music.

"Ok, please don't think I'm being rude," Hongjoong's voice cut into your thoughts, "but I'm a songwriter, and I feel like I just have to write down some lyrics right now."

All you could do was just grin at that. Well, shit. Maybe now you really would have to try leaving more of an ink trail.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #soulmate au #can't believe this is my first soulmate au piece tbh...but hope y'all enjoy 😁

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definitelynotstable · 8 months

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Camomile pt. 5 [Ghost x gn!Reader]

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10

AN: for those who care - my essay is half done and hours overdue <3 Anyway ...here have some angst x

Synopsis: You are captured during a mission and tortured. A certain lieutenant is the only thing on your mind as you struggle at the hands of your captors. Word count: 794 Warnings: Canon typical violence, graphic torture, non-consensual touch, blood etc. Some shit might not be canon compliant. Ghost x gn!Reader: Angsty as fuckkkk. Lots of hurt and little comfort (yet).

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There wouldn’t be tea for you tonight. The camomile teabags you kept in the spare pocket of your tactical vest had been ripped out and strewn across the concrete floor of the warehouse. Amongst other things, of course, but standard issue military gear was less important to you. The tea reminded you of warmth, comfort, safety and him.

The tea reminded you of him.

It was him you thought of as they strung you up like a carcass in an abattoir. It was him you thought of as they held you under that freezing water. His eyes you saw when you closed your eyes, the cobalt blue fading each time you were shocked awake.

Your family would be ok without you. They’d done it for years. But him. Who would look after him? Soap and Gas would. Price too. But they drank coffee, not tea. Who would be there in the early hours of the morning when he stumbled into the kitchen in an insomnia filled haze? Who would buy him camomile and restock the tin on his shelf when he forgot?

You’ve stopped flinching when the door slams; stopped tugging at the restraints. When a tattooed hand wraps around the hair at the nape of your neck and pulls you don’t struggle.

Grey eyes rake over your body, a cigarette hangs from his mouth. Makarov.

It’s taken the task force months and months to even gather a wisp of information on the man in front of you. And here he is; so close his breath fans across your face. The fresh cuts and welts sting is a cloud of cigarette smoke is blown ion your direction.

“Ah, дорогая,” He lets out a harsh laugh as you cough, “look at you.”

You fix your eyes on the wall over his shoulder. His hand clamps around your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“So defiant,” he whispers, nose millimetres away from yours. Spittle hits your cheek; your skin crawls.

He lets go, a brief moment of respite before stars flash and pain blooms across your cheek. His rings catching chunks of your skin as he backhands you across the face. He scoffs as you swing limply from your chains, head hanging low with your chin to your chest.

“You know,” he walks slowly around you, cigarette dangling from his fingers as he speaks, “I don’t think you’re going to talk. Are you дорогая?”

Your heavy lidded gaze remains on the concrete floor.

“Ready to die for the cause are you?” The cool barrel of a handgun comes to rest against your forehead. “This is your last chance. Talk.”

A beat. The safety clicks.

“Talk!”

You shut your eyes. Metal crunches. The trigger is pulled with a clack.

Your eyes flutter open, confused. Makarov grins back at you.

“You might not talk, дорогая,” his hand snakes back up to your jaw, gentle this time. A caress, “but you can send a message.”

His hand trails down your chest, cigarette still between his middle and index fingers. He stops over your heart, pressing the butt to your skin. His eyes never leave yours. Watching as your eyes water against your will; as your jaw pops, clenching to hold back a scream. The smell of burnt flesh wafts up. You gag.

He draws away. Tossing the shrivelled butt to the ground. He doesn’t stomp on it, he doesn’t need to. The last embers still burn your skin.

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It takes you hours to notice the guards haven’t returned. It doesn’t matter anyway. You are too weak to move. He’s left you for dead.

You’ve fallen into delirium. There’s no point in resisting it now. The wisps and figures that dance around you are a welcome distraction from the remnants of Makarov’s torture. He’s there again. Cobalt eyes and pale hair. Wouldn’t it be nice if he was here? Maybe he’d pick up your camomile from the ground, dust it off and tuck it into his own vest. Or maybe he’d take pity on your in your last moments and pull you into his arms.

It’s been a while since you’ve been hugged.

The end is near. Ghosts and spectres have begun to materialise. Are they here to lead you away? Guide you to whatever comes next? Their arms wrap around you, gentle but firm. They unhook you from the ceiling and unwind the chains which rattle against the concrete beneath you.

How kind of them to let you pass on with dignity.

His eyes flicker before you.

It’s so nice for your memory to allow you to see them one last time.

One. Last. Time.

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blueicequeen19 · 1 year

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Stuffed

Warnings: use of toys, restraints

You were bound to your bed, a black draw string bag sitting at your feet where JJ kneeled as he eyed your naked body like a hungry animal with its prey.

“You sure about this? Last chance to back out.” JJ asks, the heat in his eyes undeniable. He wanted this as much as you did.

“Yes. Please.” You pleaded, tugging on your restraints.

“Let’s get you wet.” JJ smirks, before lowering to his stomach between your thighs. His blue eyes stay on yours as he flicks his tongue across your clit. You gasp, watching as he does it over and over again; taking turns between sucking and licking. The familiar pool of heat deep inside gradually increased, your pants and mewls growing louder as he presses his tongue harder against your swollen nub.

JJ suddenly stops, raising to his knees to spit on your clit. He uses his fingers to smear his saliva through your slit and into your opening. You try to arch, lifting your hips to meet him but he quickly withdraws.

“JJ.” You breathe, aching to be filled.

“Patience, baby.” JJ grabs the bag and withdraws a wand vibrator. Your eyes widen as he pulls out rope also. He winds it around your inner thigh before securing the vibrator so it stays against your clit.

“Gonna need my hands.” JJ winks at you. You’re trembling in anticipation now as he withdraws a massive curved purple dildo next. He pulls out a set of anal beads and lube next, your eyes widening further.

“So,” JJ starts, flipping the wand onto its lowest setting. You yelp, the vibrations shocking you to your core. “—, you ignored me for 6 or 7 hours today, right? Because you were mad.” JJ cocks his head at you, watching as your thighs start to tremble in anticipation.

“Answer me.” JJ growls, his eyes ablaze as he turns the wand up higher.

“Yes! Yes I was mad and I ignored you!” You cry, panting as the sensation becomes almost painful.

“You did it on purpose to teach me a lesson because you were mad.” JJ pulls you further down the bed so your legs can bend and your hands are pulled tight.

“So, I’m going to teach you a lesson.” His deep husky voice and the wicked glint in his eyes has you almost fearful. You knew you’d be punished but nothing like this. You gasp as he pours a vigorous amount of lube over your mound and down your slit.

“You’re going to cum 7 times for me, baby.” JJ’s blue eyes meet yours before he slowly starts to insert one bead past your tight ring of muscle. You keen, your back threatening to arch as he pushes in two then three. It burns but the pleasure from the wand dulls the pain.

“I know you’re a greedy slut but you don’t get to cum yet. Not till I say so.” JJ warns, turning the wand back down to its lowest setting as you lay there whimpering and shaking.

“JJ, please, I’m sorry. I didn’t—.”

“No. You had your chance to apologize. Now you’re going to take your punishment. You’re going to be stuffed as much as I want and you’re not getting my cock. Maybe when we’re done I’ll cum on your face so you can taste me but that’s it.”

“JJ, please, I—.” Your words as cut off when he shoves the thick dildo inside your pussy, earning a high pitched cry from you as your orgasm remains just out of reach. You were already on the brink but his slow, torturous movements kept you from reaching it.

“Please, I need to cum!” You beg as he starts to fuck you faster, his hair hanging in his eyes as he watches the thick member disappear inside your soaked cunt. You felt him press another bead inside your ass, the full feeling increasing until your burst at the seems. You screamed, the stimulation too much as it wrecked you from the inside out.

Panic set in, knowing you’d fucked up from cumming without permission. You didn’t have to look at him to know you’d only made things worse for yourself.

“We’re still at zero. It won’t count towards your total unless you have permission. Luckily, we have all night, baby girl.”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #rudy pankow #jj obx

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demondamage · 1 year

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MediwhumpMay Day 7 - First night in the Hospital

I am once again not feeling comics, so have a drawing and writing instead.

CW Restraints, intimate-ish whumper

General art tag list: @whump-queen@whumpsday@whumpinthepot@kixngiggles

@mediwhumpmay

"I hope you understand the necessity of these." Kotarou sighed gesturing to the extensive restraint system holding Aziphem into place. "With time hopefully we can replace them with... less invasive measures.

As unmoving as those black eyes were, Aziphem's third eye betrayed him, following every move Kotarou made as he pulled up a rolling chair and clip board. That would be dangerous in the wild, but Kotarou had caged enough demons to know their limits.

"You might not remember me, they had your body temp pretty low last time I saw you. I don't think you were conscious." He tried a comforting smile. "I go by Kotorou, and I've been here for... well close to 12 hundred years by now if my math is right. So, you're in well experienced hands. You could consider me.. a doctor of sorts."

Unwavering silence responded, that single vertical eye affixed to him. A little unnerved, Kotarou flipped through the pages on his clipboard.

"It uh, seems last you heard you were going to be executed. Go in to freeze and never wake up. So, this must be a little bit of a... shock. But you might be worth so much more to us, and as such I was able to indefinitely stall the execution. As long as you are... scientifically useful you will be allowed to remain alive. Of course... I do have higher hopes than just that. The unique circumstances surrounding your turning make you a prime candidate for rehabilitation. You could be a first for history."

Pulling his chair a hint closer, the angel reached out to brush a strand of hair from the demon's face. "You could be human again. Or at least close enough to live a somewhat normal life. Isn't that exciting?"

Finally reacting, the demon snarled and jerked forwards, yet failed to faze the angel. Cornered animals may be unpredictable, but the length of chain never wavered. He smoothed the hair to the side, feeling the grease lingering on his fingers.

"You need a shower. And a change of attitude." He chuckled, standing up. "If you think that these outbursts will change my mind, you don't know what's coming little demon. But don't worry, I won't give up on you so easily."

#whump #whump art #mediwhumpmay #mediwhumpmay2023 #demon whumpee #angel carewhumper #carewhumper #intimate ish whumper #demondamageart #whumplr #Aziphem #Kotarou

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jay-jay-arts · 2 months

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THE HAND HUMANIZATION

headcanons are written under the pictures

• the character is calm, shows emotions with restraint, very silent (the absolute opposite of Okuyasu, which is strange). simply put, The Hand is chilled person;

• appearance: no eyebrows (bro really cosplays Polnareff), emphasizes his lips with a black pencil, likes to make nails every month, takes care of his hands more carefully than his face, is shy of his eyes, so he wears glasses 24/7 (stands should be somewhat similar to their users, and okuyasu has just small complexes for about his appearance). although another reason is that without glasses, he looks very much like keicho, and The Hand does not want to once again evoke bad memories from Okuyasu;

• The Hand likes to listen to music and values his headphones very much, so he does not give them to anyone, and in principle does not share what kind of music he listens to. however, Crazy Diamond is an exception;

• listens to punk rock, post-punk, techno and dubstep;

• he kinnis DJ Pon-3 (pony pictured above), fr 🙏

I have to thank the artists who painted the stands and wrote cool headcanons on them. you really inspired me, and I even got some kind of hyperfixation on the stands of the josuyasu(?)

later I will draw a humanization of Crazy Diamond :3

#jjba #jojo #jojo bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #art #traditional art #jjba fanart #jojo stands #jjba headcanons #jjba hcs

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Recording

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, blood, video recording, forced to watch

The team looked on in horror as Kyle clicked the link that had come from an anonymous email. James was on the screen. He were tied to a chair and covered in blood, his head hanging low.

Dexter stalked on screen and fisted James’ hair, lifting his head so he could stare directly into the camera. One of James’ eyes was swollen shut. He had a freely bleeding cut on one cheek and above his eyebrow. Blood had dried beneath his nostrils and on his lips.

Lily gasped as they took in James’ wounds. Max’s jaw clenched. “Is this live?”

“I think so,” Kyle replied, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Go on, say it, like we agreed,” Dexter said as he bowed James’ head back further.

James’ chest was heaving and his body tensed with the movement. “It.” James chuckled darkly as Dexter’s face controted with rage.

With a roar, Dexter punched James in the face twice, drawing more blood from James’ bleeding nose. “THAT IS NOT FUNNY! TELL YOUR TEAM TO COME FIND YOU! TELL THEM!”

James’ eyes dropped as he looked directly in the camera. “Whatever you do, team, don’t come for me.”

Dexter screeched with rage, but James kept going. “Forget about me. Leave me. It’s ok. I--” his words were cut off suddenly as Dexter began to attack him.

“Can’t we trace this?” Lily whispered as she watched Dexter beat James mercilessly.

Before Kyle could reply, the camera panned away from the scene and onto a new person. Whoever had been holding the camera had flipped it. “You better come quick,” he whispered, “Dexter doesn’t take well to being defied. Come get your friend.” And the screen went black.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw blood #tw video taping #tw forced to watch #amow #amow march-trope-a-thon #day 6 #prompt: team dynamics #prompt: video recording #queue #team whump

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good-old-gossip · 14 days

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Netanyahu wants to escalate this genocide into a regional war to bring big bad brother U.S. to fight Israel's battles

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Benjamin Netanyahu continues to raise the risk of a Mideast regional war which could draw in the U.S. — and the mainstream media is hiding the danger from its audience. Israel’s provocative aerial assassination of a senior Iranian military leader in Damascus on April 1 is only Netanyahu’s latest effort to expand the fighting across the region, partly to put off his own painful day of reckoning. He knows that America has troops stationed all over the Mideast, and he hopes that Iran will retaliate against them, escalating conflict.

It is clear Netanyahu does not want an immediate end to the current conflict spreading throughout the Middle East. A permanent ceasefire in Gaza means Israeli voters would soon turn him out of office, end his shattered political career in disgrace — and re-start his corruption trial, which could send him to prison.

Netanyahu’s real motivation is widely understood among those who follow the Mideast. But the U.S. media totally ignored that angle. The New York Times report at least smuggled in a comment from a former CIA official, who called Israel’s airstrike “incredibly reckless.” But the Times did not examine Netanyahu’s selfish personal motivation. The Washington Post report said nothing about recklessness. National Public Radio also played dumb, as did the PBS NewsHour. A CNN on-air report did say Israel ordered the killing, but no Netanyahu angle there either.

Meanwhile, the Iranian-American Mideast expert Sina Toossi told the truth, at the Center for International Policy website. His headline was: “Israel’s Damascus airstrike was a deliberate provocation.”

He went on: “Netanyahu’s decision to green-light the airstrike on Damascus seems to be a calculated act to amplify the hostilities. Such a move sharply contrasts with international appeals for restraint and indicates a deliberate escalation strategy.”

Toossi didn’t hesitate to speculate about Netanyahu’s real motivation:

“Netanyahu seems to be aiming to provoke Iran and intensify the conflict to galvanize domestic and international political support and justify wider military actions, potentially in Rafah and against Hezbollah and Iran. This strategy risks drawing the United States deeper into the conflict. . .”

Sina Toossi surely has a telephone and a computer and would talk to the New York Times and CNN. They don’t have to agree with his analysis — just recognize that their audience deserves to hear it. And if Toossi seems too risqué for the mainstream, they could instead turn to Amos Harel, the hard-headed military affairs reporter at the Israeli daily Haaretz, who just warned that Netanyahu “is actually seeking a forever war that will postpone the national settling of accounts for responsibility for the terrible failure of October 7, and possibly delay his criminal trial.”

Netanyahu’s strategy is not new. This site has long reported on how he has instigated conflict between the U.S. and Iran, even before his own political survival was at stake. He tried to sabotage the 2015 Iran nuclear deal, and during the Trump administration Israel launched regular clandestine attacks inside Iran, including assassinations of scientists. Back then, Netanyahu wanted the U.S. to destroy what he argued was Iran’s march toward a nuclear weapon.

Today, his selfish motivation must be part of any legitimate analysis. His foot-dragging over even agreeing to a temporary ceasefire in Gaza makes sense in that light. This does not mean that he’s conning an Israeli public that is actually peace-loving. It does mean that he could be making a terrible situation even worse — and the U.S. media are not telling the truth to the American public.

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Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 7

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

This Chapter: Alistair's surprise is more than you bargained for.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Blood, Violence, Death, Gore, Vampires, Werewolves, Jealousy, Taunting, Threats, Infidelity Villain Monologue

Word Count: 1.4k+

Tags: @skittle479 @bullet-prooflove @acutecupidity @sadndnboii-reads @avatarofseshat @jessicafangirl

Read the rest of the story HERE!

Without thinking, you start to run toward Jack in an effort to free him from his bonds, but you’re immediately cut short by a quick tug of your hair, pulling you backward.

“Ah ah ah!” Alistair scolds, whipping your neck back to face the ceiling as he practically drags your heels across the floor. “Not so fast, little lamb.” He presses his lips against your scalp, inhaling the fear as it practically radiates off you. “Not until I say so.”

“Leave her out of this, Alistair!” You hear your original lover plead between heavy breaths, his chains clinking together as he tries in vain to break free. “Do what you want with me, but let her go.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.” Alistair grins with delight, each and every one of his sharp teeth glinting in the candlelight as he pulls you toward Jack along with him. “What’s that old colloquialism again, Jack? The forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest?” He loosens his grip on your hair once there’s barely any space between the three of you, carefully moving a stray strand away from your face before opening his mouth again to speak. “No one tastes quite like her, do they?” His eyes bore into yours, that dangerous draw of his making it impossible for you to look anywhere else as he continues stroking your locks. “And I’m not just talking about her blood.”

You hear Jack growl, the shackles around his wrists jingling as he pulls on them in another futile attempt to escape.

“Oh, you should have seen what we were just up to down the hall.” He pulls his gaze away from you to look at his prisoner, holding his fingers in front of his nose just long enough for him to catch your scent on them before he lets them fall back to his side.

“No,” Jack whimpers in disbelief, shaking his head at the thought. “You didn’t.” He looks at you, pleading for a different story but you’re too ashamed to give him one. Instead you only look at your feet, avoiding any further eye contact as he chooses to address Alistair directly. “You hypnotized her, enchanted her, you had to…”

“Did I?” He winks, leaning in toward him as the harsh truth hangs silently in the air between them. “Maybe she just finally came to her senses,” he smirks, narrowly dodging Jack gnashing his teeth.

“Oh, and you won’t be able to get out those silver chains, Jackie Boy.” He releases you all together, traipsing into the center of the room as he leaves you to your own devices. “Or should I say ‘Jacob’? Jacob Russoff, if my research is correct?” He smirks as he lets that extra bit of information sink in, your brow furrowing in exponential confusion. “I ordered these restraints special off the dark web; pure silver spikes should keep you from even thinking about turning while you’re down here with us.”

“I’m going to kill you, Alistair. As soon as I get out of these, I swear to God, I’m going to tear you apart.” Jack mutters, ignoring Alistair’s rant.

“Not from where I’m standing, you’re not.” He chuckles, glancing at him for a second before looking over at you. “You know, I thought about killing your beau after I found her… I really did. Just as quickly and ruthlessly as you killed Talia, but that just didn’t seem fair.”

Oh God. Oh no! This isn’t about you. This was NEVER about you. You were just a pawn this whole time to hit Jack where it hurt the most. How could you have been so fucking stupid? How could you have been so selfish?

“It would have been so easy,” he starts his villainous monologue by making his way back over to you. “But then I thought of something better, something more devastating to plague you with in your final moments.” He caresses your face and tugs on your bottom lip, entrancing you again. “Something more fun.” He fingers the hem of your silk gown as it dips into your cleavage, pulling it down far enough to expose the top of your nipples. “She looks amazing in this shade of green, don’t you think, Jacob? It really brings out the cooler tones in her skin, because… if I’m being honest… when I’m done with her, that’s all that she’ll have left.”

Jack growls with a fatal mixture of anger jealousy as he watches his adversary touch you, his face changing in shape as fangs and hair grow and shrink from his head before relinquishing back into his original form.

Alistair only laughs at Jack’s failed attempt at transformation, carefully tracing the outline of his first bite on your neck with his fingertips. “Talia and I had been together for centuries… traveling the world, drinking the blood of every man, woman and child in any country we could book passage to. Until you and your little daywalker friend broke into our home when I was out hunting. When I finally got back later that morning, the love of my life, my partner in crime, was reduced to nothing more than a pile of ashes.”

“Please,” Jack pulls again on his restraints, the spikes underneath them now digging into his skin as droplets of blood splash onto the floor. “Please don’t do this, I’m begging you!”

Alistair grabs onto your chin, squeezing it tightly as he forces you to face him. “Talia didn’t have time to beg for her life. So I thought, wouldn’t it be something if I found the love of your life and somehow made her forget all about you? Your romantic history, your cursed nature, the sound of your voice, or even your name?” He pushes the straps of your dress off your shoulders, guiding you out of the cloth that pools at your feet before grazing his palm over your breast.

You can feel your muscles moving under his silent command, every ounce of resistance you try to put up against him failing as your body does exactly as it’s told. His icy cold grasp surrounds your hips and waist as he draws you in to further torment you both against your will, still speaking to Jack as if you aren’t even in the room.

“Do you know how fast she folded? How quickly she ran into my arms as soon as I erased all those memories of you from her mind? Sure, it took me a while to comb through every interaction, to go through her phone while she slept, to delete every trace of you from existence, but it was worth it, Jacob.” He closes his eyes and smiles, reliving that moment for a minute before opening his eyes again.

“I mean I see why you like her, just based on the things she let me do to her,” he cups your breast before pinching your nipple, drawing out a reflexive moan from your lips that widens his smile. “The things she begged me to do to her were absolutely obscene! Honestly, when I looked back on all of her memories of you, I don’t think you ever got as far as I did. Not even close! You never truly understood her on the level she was so desperate to be seen on.” He taunts him as his hand smooths over your neck again, stopping only to softly caress your cheek. “But I think I’ve grown quite fond of her in the process, and I might even keep you alive long enough for you to watch me turn her. I want you to watch her become everything that you hate before the hunger takes over and it’s just you against your blood thirsty girlfriend.”

Before he has a chance to reply, Alistair kisses you deeply, ignoring Jack’s running starts to break his chains out of their metal fasteners in the wall as his frigid arms surround you completely. His cold embrace intensifies as he bombards you with that euphoric feeling from before, flooding your thoughts with images of you and him together in every heated position imaginable before suddenly pulling back.

A dense and deafening silence fills the air like the calm before a storm, forcing the three of you to pause and stare blankly at each other.

The distant sound of gunfire draws his hands completely away from you, breaking the spell that kept you docile and compliant as your eyes shift back over to Jack. Scattered screams and thuds from three stories up muffled by the thick concrete that encases this room only grow louder with the ding of the elevator down the hall. Quick, heavy footsteps increase in speed and volume before the red door finally swings violently open again, barely hanging on by its hinges.

“Took you long enough,” you hear Jack whisper under his breath with a smile.

#Jack Russell #gael garcía bernal #gael garcia bernal #Werewolf By Night #Jack Russell x Female Reader #Jack Russell x Reader #David Dastmalchian #Marvel #david dastmalchian x reader #werewolf by night fan fiction #david dastmalchian fan fiction

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"DRAWING RESTRAINT 7" MATTHEW BARNEY // 1995 [book in plastic box and silk ribbon | U/D]

#matthew barney #drawing restraint #contemporary art #mixed media #film #surreal #monochrome #90s #american #art #u

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@cadkitten @zeroducks-2 this is somehow only 7 months old??? feels longer, anyway yeah this is like first draft of me writing this scene whatever, trying to nail down what happens how so it's not like something I'd post on ao3 this way idk

thought this was the quickest and best way to just share it with you two (and idk anyone else who'd want to see)

damn I just read through this I forgot I did this, anyway yeah JayTim tentatodd not much tentacle action in this draft though, or oviposition, just implied

It watched in anticipation as its prey drew close to its hiding grounds once again.

It had been stalking their prey for months now, drawing closer and closer, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and claim.

To ensure its prey would be theirs, thoroughly marked and carrying their offspring.

It had started to get impatient with waiting, but its prey had been following along so well, and had been getting more careless and comfortable with the idea of being watched.

Not that its prey knew who or what was watching it of course, its instincts may have had it tipped it off to it being watched by them but it hadn’t found it at all, it hadn’t even an inkling of suspicion of what its intentions were.

Otherwise its prey wouldn’t offer itself up so nicely to them.

Red Robin knew he had fucked up the moment he realised he wouldn’t be able to call back up in his current position.

During his brief scuffle with the goons a hit to the head had ensured he lost his communicator, while he was recovering from the brief bout of dizziness they had managed to trap his feet in a chain and it hadn’t been long before the rest was looped around him as well, trapping his arms in a rather awkward bent to himself.

Using the hooks in the ceiling they had hoisted him up before scattering away, leaving him to sway gently upside down unable to free himself without it taking long painstakingly precision to ensure he didn’t fall or hurt himself.

Screaming for help wasn’t an option as well, not only couldn’t he trust whoever might hear him to be friendly, but the warehouse he was in was pretty out of it’s way in a deserted corner near the bay, no one would hear him over the crashing waves of the sea.

He shudders when he hears the warehouse creak, Gotham news warned about an upcoming storm and he definitely didn’t want to be caught in the middle of it strung up in some chains in a warehouse, he needed to get out of them fast.

He doesn’t want to find out if they kept up to date on building regulations via being inside a possible collapsing building.

Half an hour later the storm starts to hit fast and hard, the wind is merciless creeping into the big hall, not only lowering the temperature drastically but also making him sway much more than before.

He only has gotten one arm free (and it looks like he’ll spend another hour or two trying to extract himself in the cold with freezing and stiff fingers) when something hot and wet lands on his lower leg and squelches almost obscenely in doing so.

When twisting and turning, trying to get whatever that is away does nothing, he uses his hard earned muscles to pull his upper body up to take a look into the dark, to hopefully make out what is creeping up his thigh, squinting into the darkness he can barely make out a long shape on his leg, following it he is only greeted with more darkness and a possible writhing mass of something.

He shudders, pulling more frantically on his restraints, fuck being careful and avoiding damage, he doesn’t want to figure out what that thing is at all.

More of that hot length creeped up (down?) his leg and he has the realization that it feels like one of Ivy’s vines, just hot.

He hopes he is wrong and it is not the Gotham Rogue, he doesn’t want to know what new thing she cooked up while dawdling time inside of Arkham, he pushes the worry at a possible Arkham breakout aside for later, he has other things to worry about right now than his family needing back up.

Two more tentacles join the first one in its quest to squirm down his body and between the chains, if it wasn’t for the uncertainty about what they want with him he would feel grateful for the warm they provide against the chill.

He had a brief moment of relief as the chains finally loosen around him and he can breathe again, before every single tentacle constricts around him making him utterly unable to move, even more so than before.

The strong muscles ensured that he was held totally motionless up in the air

He’s fast asleep when something disturbs his rest.

It’s hot and pressing in between his legs, pressing forwards and sliding in with no resistance.

Tim tries futilely to twist away, sleep still clinging heavily onto him.

The heavy arms across his torso tighten, drawing him in closer as he gets softly shushed.

“Shh, it’s okay Tim, I’m just going to help you.” He hears Jason softly croon into his ear

He tries to twist so he is facing Jason, so he can demand what he means with that, when a thrust in his ass derails all further thought and he lets out a soft moan.

Tim hadn’t known how much he wanted this until Jason started to give it to him, he wordlessly pressed back, trying to figure out what to say or even do.

“That’s it sweetheart, let me make you feel good, I want to make you feel all good just for me.”

A whine escapes him as Jason sets a slow, almost lazy pace, it’s an unrelenting languished pace that with each snap of his hips drives straight into his prostate.

Jason is caging him in his arms, giving Tim no way to move, not that he even knows if he wants to move at all, it’s so good but too much as well, his sensitive nerves are screaming at him to get away to press back he can’t decide at all.

All he knows is that the hunger in him is demanding for Jason to be faster, to be harder to satisfy the yearning in him. To stuff him with his cock and cum till he was overflowing with it.

But Jason isn’t moving any faster, ignoring his soft pleas of “Jason, Jason please” and continues with his torturous pace.

Thoroughly satisfied he looks down at Tim’s sleeping form in his arms, he softly caresses the little bump in his stomach, almost crooning with the feeling of vicious satisfaction and possessiveness that sweeps through him, the image of Tim’s stomach swelled fully stirs the heat in his groin and he has to dismiss it.

“Later” he tells himself, “now it’s time to sleep”.

He wakes up to movement and heat in his groin, when he blinks open his eyes he sees the most delicious sight ever.

Tim is bouncing in his lap, fucking himself on his cock all desperate, unable to hit his sweetspot at all, but unwilling to give up on trying.

The sight he makes bouncing up and down, face drawn into distressed and exhaustion evident in the way his whole body shakes has Jason moan out loud, especially when he notices how the little swell of Tims stomach is moving with him.

He has to use every last bit of restraint to hold himself back from just bending tim over and fucking into him until he can’t move at all.

But it’s worth it for how Tim’s big teary eyes open up so he can look at him and plead.

“Jason, Jason please fuck me, please please I need-” he moans high pitched and oh so prettily when Jason lifts his hip to meet Tims thrust, the tears are now actually rolling down his face as his pace becomes faster and more frantic, “please please please” he whimpers.

Tim can barely do anything more than awkwardly shuffle through the apartment, his stomach has swelled up to an enormous size in the past 8 months, and if Jason is to be believed it will swell some more in the last 4.

Tim does not look forward to when he can do nothing more than lay in bed and get pampered and oh so sweetly fucked by Jason.His mind has grown more hazy over time, leading to him saying things like “I wish the others were here” or “the brat would look so good pregnant with your eggs Jason”, if he was of clearer mind he might have noticed how still and thoughtful Jason had gotten at those words, but in his hazy mind he just had continued babbling, about how they could all cuddle and get fucked by Jason together, how he would make sure they all felt good.

anyway the handwritten notes are just, Damians Pov as he wonders why the fuck Tim would call him over, slight worry because Tim hasn't been seen outside in a while even when he said he's fine. Suprise and worry when he sees Tim is pregnant which obviously confuses him, being kinda touched that he is the first person they tell before he realises he walked into a trap. All the signs of Tim not being clear headed had been brushed aside until it was too late and now he's caught by Jasons tentacles as well as the other two talk about how good he'll look pregnant

#the abyss speaks #jaytim #my writing

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