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errmmm cats outta the bag
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mechamedusa · 10 months
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cw noncon condom removal + creampie, reader has tits and is referred to as “girl”, kiri is a little scummy here and he is doing his best to justify, but reader is also a little scummy here >:) [1.7k]
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Kirishima always uses condoms.
not because he doesn’t want to fuck you raw (he would love to fuck you raw), but because he’s responsible. and, most of all, because he’s a gentleman.
you don’t even have to ask him. no need to interject that hurried, breathy “condom?” when his lips part from yours to suck hungrily at your neck. he’s already digging into the bedside table drawer, or reaching to fish his wallet out of his pants pocket, or fumbling in the middle console of his car in search of the stray foil packets he knows are there somewhere.
you’ve never had to remind him, because he may be the guy who’s about to rearrange your guts in his backseat, but he’s a good guy first and foremost.
and this time is no different. with his head ducked awkwardly in the car, nose scrunched up in an almost boyish concentration, he’d rolled the little pink saucer down over his hard length before swiping his tip through your folds. he’d made sure to wrap it up before positioning himself behind you, his knees sliding into place against the insides of yours and a big hand smoothing over your lower back to get you to arch up more for him before finally sinking into you.
it’s heaven — tight, hot, pulsating paradise, even with the thin layer between you. and you’re nothing if not an angel, just perfect, so fucking cute and flushed, glassy-eyed and glossy-lipped with your face pressed into the red leather seat, and your pussy squeezing him like no other. kirishima has never once thought to himself that it could get any better than this.
his hips smacking against yours, that pretty pussy gripping him every time he pulls out like it never wants him to leave, and your shimmering cream coating his cock and standing out against the tinged latex — no, there can’t be anything better than this.
but then, something feels… different.
suddenly, something feels a bit more sensitive. a bit more slippery, the velvety ridges of your cunt feeling just a bit more defined as they rub against the tip of his cock.
confused, his hands squeeze at your ass as he pulls out of you for a moment, a lewd wet click sounding out from just how suctioned your walls were around his girth. kirishima blinks down at his dick, reaching to maneuver it and get a better look — and that’s when he realizes, the condom is broken.
it’s ripped, right at the tip, stretched by the friction and pushed down around the head of his cock so that it’s poking out of the colorful latex hole. “oh—“ is all he manages before you’re whining impatiently and sending your hips backwards. sheathing him back inside you in a quick, desperate motion that unknowingly pushes the latex even further down his cock, exposing more of him to the bare bliss of your cunt.
“fuck, baby— wait—“ his hands hover over your ass and his eyelids flutter as you fuck yourself back on him, ass ricocheting with each clap of it against his pelvis. “ohh shit—“ he can’t bring himself to stop you, not with how lost in pleasure you seem to be, and definitely not with how amazing you feel around him.
so fucking wet, so fucking warm, he swears he could map out every little spongy detail of your insides off of feeling alone.
is this what he’s been missing?
he bites at his lip, runs a hand through fiery hair and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. he should tell you, he knows he should. he should stop you right now, grip your hips and force them to stop moving for a second so he can bring this to your attention. surely you’d both laugh, and then it would be as easy as pulling this useless bit of latex off and replacing it with another before getting right back to where you were. that’s what a good guy would do. but —
“ohhhh i’m so close ei! wanna cum on your cock, wanna cum all over your cock — need you to fuck me, please!”
wouldn’t it be worse to ruin your orgasm?
a gentleman wouldn’t do that. a good guy would fuck you hard and deep, hit that spot inside you (the one he can now feel with the sensitive tip of his dick) until you’re squealing and gushing around him.
a good guy would make you cum first.
right?
you start to raise your chest up, looking back over your shoulder with your brows pinched in frustration — but a strong hand on the back of your neck pushes you right back down.
“want me to fuck you, baby girl?”
you smile, your cheek scrunching against the warmed leather. “yes— yes, please! need you to fuck me—!”
“you need it? tell me again, baby. tell me you need this dick.”
his voice is husky, darkened by lust, and the sudden shift in demeanor excites you — whatever has caused it, you can only be thankful for. so you roll your hips, pull a deep groan from his chest as you force his cock to grind against your aching insides. “i need it. need your dick so, so bad.”
“fuck,” he grits his teeth, folds himself over you to kiss tenderly at your shoulder and rasp low in your ear, “you know i gotta give you what you need.”
and he does — he gives it to you like a man possessed. steady, deep, hard strokes that have you feeling every throbbing inch of him. what you don’t know, is that he’s feeling every sweet inch of you, and it feels brand fucking new.
yeah, maybe he’d slid his fist down his length to gather all that latex at the base and free his cock almost completely. but the condom was already broken, right? and you said you needed him, right? so there was nothing wrong with feeling you just a bit more… right?
it can’t be wrong, not with how tightly you’re squeezing him, not with how wet you’re getting around him (have you always gotten this wet?). you’re making these beautiful sounds that are bouncing right off the fogged windows, moans dripping from your throat like syrup, and he thinks they may even be sweeter than usual.
and it definitely can’t be wrong with how quickly you cum on his cock — right on his bare cock.
you’re trembling, with your ass high up in the air and tits squished against the sweat-dampened leather, bouncing back to meet each of his thrusts in a hypnotizing rhythm that has the whole car shaking in time. your release damn near drowning his cock in sticky-sweet juices that make his length shine, plus his balls, and the insides of your thighs, and the seat underneath you. slippery velvet closing so violently around him it’s like you’re trying to lock him there inside you and milk him fucking dry.
but he’s going to pull out — he will pull out, he’s so damn close, but right in the nick of time he’ll make sure to pull out and shoot all over your ass. just a little bit longer, he needs to feel your tight, wet heat just a little bit longer—
“cum for me, baby! p-please, please, wanna feel you cum inside this pussy!”
he knows you’re just talking dirty for him, just saying the things that always seem to coax a groan from deep in his belly and get his cock swelling and twitching for you, but fuck if you keep talking like that—
“ahh— give it to me, daddy— please give me all that cum, want all of it— need’ta feel it deep inside me, need to be so full of it i feel it in my tummy—“
fuck.
“y-you need it, baby?”
“yes, yes i need it— need it so bad—!”
what kind of a guy would kirishima be, if he didn’t give you what you need?
so he does give it to you. with one big hand making a print on the window and the other surely leaving a bruise on your hip, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and unloads right into the warm depths of your cunt. rope after rope, his cock kicking hard against your walls with each one that goes shooting out of it, so much cum it floods your belly with heat and seeps out until it’s mixing with your own cream around his thick base.
he doesn’t think he’s ever cum quite that much before.
he’s sure of it when he finally pulls out and he sees it all drooling out in fat globs from your used hole, glazing your folds in the evidence of his indiscretion.
neither of you move, caught in a heavy silence, thick as the humidity in the cramped backseat. kirishima swallows hard, and you clear your throat.
“did the—?”
“the condom broke.”
kirishima is thankful you can’t see it actually ripped to hell and gathered all the way down his dick, like some sort of sad, flimsy pink cock ring rather than the layer of defense it was supposed to be. he’s quick to pull it off, murmuring for you to stay still so he can clean you up. nervously chattering on about how there’s no need to panic, he’ll stop somewhere for emergency contraceptive, everything will be alright.
and you are thankful that he can’t see the ghost of a smile on your lips — a giddy, triumphant smile. the hole you’d poked in the condom had somehow gotten much bigger, from what you could tell from the way he’d felt inside you, and the sheer amount of cum currently dripping down your thighs. but that’s ok. you never liked condoms, and you’d hoped just one slip-up would convince him to forego them altogether.
well, your plan had worked a little too well, it seems.
you let him kiss at your temple and wipe you clean, smiling to yourself when you feel him gently pull you apart to watch the cum dribble out of you with a barely concealed groan.
you have a feeling kirishima will never be using condoms with you again.
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ladiesblr · 5 months
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Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (2010) dir. Chris Columbus
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one-time-i-dreamt · 5 months
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I was helping a lady renovate her extremely haunted apartment and unhaunt it. I walked into a closet and found an extremely creepy figure that looked something out of a glitching horror game, and I brought it to her to ask what the hell it was. She didn’t know, so she brought it to her boyfriend, who was taking a shower, and he said it was his sculpture, though he didn’t know why it was glitching out and he was really upset about it.
I left the figurine to the side to figure out later and helped them fix their bathroom lights and curtains, then I walked into a side room off of the mysterious closet and found more glitching sculptures. At this point, I’d had enough, so I closed the door and turned the lights on and off until the sculptures went back to how they were supposed to look.
The sculptures were actually really fucking cool. One was a skeleton of a burning man, and the other was a punk-rock-singer Medusa. The boyfriend was ecstatic. He asked me for help painting them, which I enthusiastically agreed to, and then I left their newly unhaunted apartment knowing it was a job well done.
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winterofherdiscontent · 9 months
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. 𝓼𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴
[ some scribbles for some paintings from my sketchbook ]
instagram: @winterofherdiscontent
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cowboyc0rps3 · 26 days
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if i ever saw medusa i’d probably get rock hard for her. but not in a turned to stone way
yes this post is about fucking medusa
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I saw someone mention that the way that Athena walked all over two people who worshipped her, and now I can't stop thinking of the parallels they've drawn between Medusa and Annabeth.
Athena was everything to Medusa, and that meant nothing to her. When Poseidon started something with her (exactly what depends on which myth you read, and all of them are applicable) Athena went from apathetic to enraged, but the anger isn't directed at Poseidon, it's directed at Medusa. Instead of responding with comfort or with the sympathy Medusa hoped for, she punished her for being an embarrassment and she made sure no one would ever be able to look at her again, she cursed her to be alone forever.
Athena is everything to Annabeth, and that means nothing to her. When Percy a son of Poseidon sends an impertinent message to the gods that Annabeth advises against, Athena goes from being an unreliable and uncaring parent to a petty and vengeful one. Even though the son of Poseidon is in the wrong, she blames Annabeth, a girl who is devoted to her for the embarrassment she feels. And punishes her by letting monsters into a place that's supposed to be sacred, and through that route manufacturing a death for her that almost ensures that she will die alone.
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sweaterlatethannever · 3 months
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I love the changes the TV show made to Medusa's story. Well, not changes but explanations. That she isn't just a cold-hearted monster. She is a survivor, and to keep surviving, she may look like a monster to those who don't understand. She was an innocent woman who was targeted and hurt by a man. Then, depending on your interpretation, she was hurt further by a woman or helped. I like the helped version. The version that Athena saw the pain and made Medusa untouchable. That no man could hurt her again. To some, it seems like a curse. To others, a gift.
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trlvsn · 9 months
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so you know how both dahlia and medusa were seen as irredeemable monsters and punished for it and the fact that they were victims first gets largely ignor- whatever. get stoned idiot (id under cut)
@sevenyeargap you were a real one for suggesting butterflies!!!! idek what this would be without them. anyways, the id:
1) a close-up of a digital painting of dahlia hawthorne as medusa, imitating oil paint. dahlia is looking straight with fury in her expression, mouth open in rage, fangs showing. the snakes on her head are red with green spots and shadows. they move in different directions, imitating her hair in the scene from aa3, where she leaves maya's body. her hands are in front of her, slightly clutched in anger, again, like in the aa3 scene. she is wearing her white dress. around her, butterflies of a pale yellow color are flying. two are sitting on snakes peacefully, and one is being eaten by a snake. the painting is done in distinct yellow and green tones, and the background is dark, green and foggy.
in this close-up, we can only see the upper part of the painting: it ends at her wrists.
2) a digital painting of dahlia hawthorne as medusa, imitating oil paint. dahlia is looking straight with fury in her expression, mouth open in rage, fangs showing. the snakes on her head are red with green spots and shadows. they move in different directions, imitating her hair in the scene from aa3, where she leaves maya's body. her hands are in front of her, slightly clutched in anger, again, like in the aa3 scene. she is wearing her white dress. around her, butterflies of a pale yellow color are flying. two are sitting on snakes peacefully, and one is being eaten by a snake. the painting is done in distinct yellow and green tones, and the background is dark, green and foggy.
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bellaswan-kinnie · 3 months
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the show version of medusa was a huuuuge step up from “i used to date your daddy” and i understand not wanting to explicitly mention sa in a series meant for kids but in my opinion the backstory given here feels convoluted. i’m someone who’s very familiar with greek mythology (i did my senior thesis on female monsters) and it’s taken me multiple watches to figure out what version they were going with.
this version of medusa was definitely sa’d, since medusa calls poseidon a monster and explains that she was punished for “embarrassing” athena instead of him, which implies wrongdoing on his part.
medusa says she worshipped athena “in silence” and that poseidon “broke that silence,” which i think is a stand-in for her vow of celibacy as a priestess of athena. this is in line with nearly every medusa origin myth, as athena (who was a virgin goddess) was upset by the defiling of her sacred temple through sexual relations, which were sometimes consensual and sometimes not. either way, medusa alone is punished for the act and turned into a hideous monster. saying that poseidon broke her vow, not her, definitely frames is as a r*pe.
medusa also says that she thought poseidon loved her, which makes the act an abuse of power within a romantic relationship. this medusa likely loved poseidon but didn’t want to break her vow, so she was either forced or coerced by his status as a god. this is pretty complicated for a pg rated show.
i just think if this series is going to be an introduction to greek mythology for kids like the books were to me as a child, it needs to present an easily understood story. this vague, euphemistic version of events relies on previous knowledge of mythology and the intentions of the writers (which i had to find in an interview for this) and i don’t think that your storytelling should require homework.
this might’ve been fixed if they committed to the consensual affair version (although consent is always dubious in these situations), which would distinctly parallel sally jackson’s relationship to poseidon and give us (and percy) a clear, consistent picture of who poseidon is as a character. he’s a manipulative womanizer who brings chaos into women’s lives and then abandons them. i think these messages are still present in the episode, since medusa’s backstory has elements of both versions, i just don’t think they’re as strong as they could be.
i also saw a comment about how since this medusa was sa’d and said she relates to percy’s mom, it implies that sally was also sa’d by poseidon. that change would be really interesting and dark and much closer to historical mythology, but i doubt that’s what rick was going for based on the tone of the show. i think it just shows how the vague wording is confusing to the audience.
if they’re going to make the choice that poseidon in this canon is a r*pist, that should have huge ramifications on how the audience and percy see him, and i don’t know if i see rick following through with it for the show. there’s a big difference between “my dad is bad with women” and “my dad is a r*pist,” and i doubt percy understands what she was really saying anymore than the audience does with how it was written.
i’d love to be surprised though uncle rick!!
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luckycheesefoodie321 · 3 months
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Thinking about how determined they were not to show Medusa’s severed head (PJO SHOW SPOILERS and abuse tw)
Now a strong part of me thinks they were trying desperately to keep their PG rating which is entirely probable.
But I’d also like to think that given how Rick has gone on to emphasise that Medusa is not in fact some hussy wronged by a pissed off goddess after sleeping with Poseidon in a shrine dedicated to said goddess, and there are layers to the myth that can demonstrate how she was manipulated, used and abused by the gods and turned what was considered a curse (a literal assault on her perceived beauty) into her own form of power (albeit a murder-y kind of power)… he didn’t want to then have Percy, who has been taught well by his mother about Medusa and who gave Medusa the grace and consideration to hear her side of the story before turning against her, tote around her head like a prize or weapon to be used when that weapon came about as a result of her being a victim.
It’s probably the rating thing but what little modicum of privacy and consideration and kindness could be offered to others whose abuse and pain is often used to humiliate them, Rick made sure they did so.
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lynsstrange · 3 months
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**tw mentions of assault, spoilers for PJO ep3
Wait, this is so interesting. I had a small feeling that maybe they were gravitating towards this version of the myth when Medusa described Poseidon to Percy as “a monster” she was “targeted by.”
But a fair bit is confirmed and expanded upon by both Rick and the show runners in this article. It’s interesting to me how they tried to incorporate these themes into a kids show subtly. Now I’m interested to see what the backstory they’re saying we’re going to get in ep7 will be.
edit: my dumbass didn’t realize the link didn’t properly post lmao I just linked the article
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