#wandering anchor

[purpearls]

doodled my brother's dragoon, wandering anchor aka anka, from our ffxiv dnd campaign!!!

#my art #ffxiv #roegadyn #doodle #player character #the tenth #wandering anchor

[morethanwonderful]

God Zhou Ying as a kid really is just. What if you were a child whose perception of reality was wildly different from every adult around you. What if you were constantly overwhelmed and overstimulated and focused on the "wrong" thing. What if you were always distracted by background details of the world that no one else ever noticed?

What if you were a child who sometimes dissociated from the reality around you? What if you regularly lost track of where you were and saw horrible things, and when you came back to yourself you were always scared and confused? And what if every adult that was supposed to take care of you was so scared by your dissociating that when you were at your most needy and helpless, all your caregivers fearfully ignored you and pretended they couldn't see what was happening?

Surely this is a situation that can only apply to someone magical.

#if I think too hard about zhou ying I *will* start actually losing it #like I have mixed opinions overall about how tai sui handles the existence of neurodivergent people #because like. Zhuoming #but GOD Zhou Ying fucks me up #his relationship to the Xi family makes it so clear that like #all he needed was somebody to treat him with kindness #all he needed was somebody that understood how and why his mind wandered #and someone to gently bring him back to reality when he drifted #that's all it took to anchor him to his personhood and all it took to win the unending love of the future 'demon' of the east sea #it's like. yeah paramount spiritual sense is a near-godly power #but it's also so clearly a disability. a divergence. and the way the text handles that wrt zy's childhood makes me ill in a really good way #tai sui #tai sui priest #zhou ying #prince zhuang #zhou ying my beloved #ID in alt text #tai sui spoilers

[fumssketches]

hi!! apologies for the lack of art for the past couple of months!! i’ve been working on this 23 pg comic and i hope you check it out!!

A Spectrenaut who visits the spirit world runs into an old friend from her past and catch up with each other over egg pie while reminiscing about their times together as a team.

you can buy it in my ko-fi  or gumroad shop!! along with that, i’ve got other comics available on my ko-fi or gumroad if you would like to support me there thanks!!

#art #original #comic #ocs #drifting anchor & wandering spectrenaut #da&ws

[waffliesinyoface]

i like to imagine that kaiba, having been an Actual Fucking Sorcerer in his past life, also has some level of magical bullshit abilities inherent to the other members of the cast

crucially, they are strongest and can only be reliably manifested when kaiba is being... himself. This is most notable when it actually happens in canon - ie: kaiba defies ishizu’s 100% accurate predictions of the future through the sheer power of fuck you, god, he’s going to win this duel with blue-eyes. I want to believe that he changed the future through sheer assholery.

Now, admittedly, the “ridiculously skeptical” part of his personality was inflated by the anime - in the manga he is a bit more introspective about it, and notably, after battle city, he kinda just goes “fuck y’all, Kaiba OUT” and leaves, and isn’t as dismissive of “that hocus-pocus nonsense” as he was before, because you know. Shadow games and angry gods just kind of happened in front of him. 

That said... he’s still like that at the beginning of battle city, despite getting mind-crushed by Atem in the prologue and Pegasus mucking about with souls in Duelist Kingdom. Magic has already happened to him personally, and he still goes “nah”. So in this case, I’m willing to make an exception for the anime-only arcs where he shows back up and continues blatantly ignoring magic shit, because it’s funny. 

Anyways. Based on that, I’m willing to argue that, should Bakura or Atem actually bodily project in front of Kaiba, as opposed to their regular possession shtick, I feel like Kaiba could just. Tell them no. He can accept that Yugi sometimes gets more dramatic but is willing to acknowledge split personalities as a Thing. If either of them tried to talk (atem) / threaten (bakura) him in ghost form, he could just be like “ghosts aren’t real” and they would be forcibly relocated back into their respective items. 

#this would also apply to like. any actual haunted house. #atem and bakura are a bit more firmly anchored; so banishing them just sends 'em back into their jewelry. #if a random ghost wandering around tried anything he'd just be like ''nice halloween effects; dork'' and the ghost would be Instantly Dead #he was kind of an exorcist before. i feel like this tracks. #yugioh

[afreesworn]

17: Novel

“So, Miss Deneith! You are back in Eorzea for good?” 

Reese Templeton always had a nervous energy about him. He was an excellent accountant – insofar as he seemed to have an eye for details and diligently informed her of business decisions that could not be made without her input. As far as Roen was concerned, he knew more about how her own wealth was managed than she did.

Being hands off was much more to her liking, the sizable estate that was left to her upon Nero’s passing never truly felt as if it belonged to her. With Mister Templeton as her accountant managing her investments in Ishgard and Ul’dah, Roen was free to travel to various corners of Eorzea, Othard, and most recently Sharlayan. 

But whenever Roen returned to Eorzea - much to the gratitude of her accountant - she always stopped by his office in Limsa Lominsa as a courtesy. He was never lacking for contracts and documents for her to sign, and never short of suggestions on dinner parties and lunches she should attend, to keep “relevant” amongst the wealthy and privileged that made up so-called “high society.” The latter was always refused, politely, and today would be no different.

“Not for good, but a bit longer this time, perhaps.” Roen nodded, hooking one arm on the oaken chair, reclining onto the quilted back. The tea he offered her remained untouched in front of her, on his desk. As usual, the man had stacks of papers and ledgers all around him, as if he was only happy juggling multiple things at once. “A few moons, I think.”

Reese raised both his eyebrows. “Oh! What is the occasion? Are you finally giving yourself some respite after traveling abroad for what… years now?” He was being facetious, of course; the man knew precisely how long she had been away for, probably down to the last bell.

“No special occasion,” Roen answered with a roll of her shoulders. “I just thought I should return home for a while. Perhaps even seek out a few friends that I have not spoken to in sometime.”

“Hm,” Reese hummed. Roen could see him wanting to pry her for more details, but somehow managed to restrain himself from doing so. They both had learned a little about each other over the years, and generally knew what to expect from one another. “Well! Your friends should be in for a pleasant surprise, yes? As far as you have been a client, I’ve not known you to take such time for yourself.” 

There was a deeper bow of her head, in acknowledging that simple fact. Indeed, she had not kept in touch with many - if not all - of the people she cared for. There were letters sent, of course, albeit infrequently, and while some have diligently written back, others…she had not heard from still.

It took her many years to finally mend old wounds, and in doing so, she had put some distance between herself and those that were dear to her. 

Perhaps it was time to close those rifts as well.

Reese regarded her thoughtful silence curiously, before adjusting the set of his glasses. “So then, should I expect you in La Noscea for a bit?” From his tone, he was eager to make some appointments on her behalf.

“I will be heading up to Ishgard first, to try and find someone,” It was a deft way to avoid yet again declining invitation to social events. “I’ll send word when I am back in La Noscea.” Her expression softened. “I would like to visit the orphanages, both here and Ul’dah.”

What looked like initial disappointment turned into a look of surprised anticipation. “Wonderful!” he chirped. “I will send word to the Albatross Orphanage. I am sure the head mistress would be happy to hear.” He tapped some parchments together on the desk, setting them neatly in front of him then clasped his hands together. “Then perhaps we can speak again about adding a few more stops to your itinerary?”

His persistence was at least admirable. Roen held up a hand but offered a small smile. “One thing at a time, Mister Templeton. Let me at least begin the process of finding my friend, then we will see what comes after that.”

If there was one thing she had learned from her years of traveling, it was to never plan too far in advance. New and unexpected things always had a way of ruining the most carefully laid plans - hers especially.

#ffxivwrite2022 #FFXIVWrite #Roen Deneith #RP post #This would be just before going to Ishgard and encountering Brick #Then Shael then Anchor #She just wanted to catch up with old friends #Now she's chauffeuring a wanted criminal #and entertaining idea of breaking into a house in Mist #you know #a day in the life of a wandering paladin #FFXIV RP

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

In your psychic Ezra au, is Jane bound to Ezra? Like, does she have to flow him everywhere in order to free Penny's soul and get her identified?

She is not! She's just as much of a ghost as the rest of the town's ghosts, so she can go anywhere and do pretty much anything she likes.

She feels a particular connection to Ezra, though, which is why she's around him so often. She doesn't usually leave his side unless he's sleeping or something like that, and he has no idea where she goes. I think she probably retreats into the liminal warehouse space to hang out with Ricky, but I'm not sure if I want the whole warehouse thing to be canon in this au :/

#jane is a wandering spirit at heart but she wants so badly to be a person and have a person to anchor herself to #so she sticks with ezra bc she's drawn to him #psychic ezra au #thanks for sending an ask anon!!!! #please send asks abt this au i love it so much #bird likes to perch on the mailbox #rtc jane doe #jane doe rtc #ezra lamb

[neon-angels-system]

in primary school I used to pick cicada shells off of trees n put them on my shirt. cause the lil legs were good at sticking onto things + my shirts usually had pretty good grip. one time I collected a whole bunch n stored them behind a tree. but then I forgot where the tree was. sad

#the majority of my memories from primary school are reading cause I had no friends for 4 out of 6 years #and my twin did have one or two friends #I spent a lot of time wandering around the school finding neat spots to sit at and/or play #and of course. the swing. #also note that I'm say I but legally speaking it was in fact a mixture of multiple other alters etc etc #in my defence I did get the memories passed down to me okay #uhhhh #second to last year I befriended another autistic kid and spent all my time trying to impress him #I remember trying to befriend other kids my age and completely failing cause I couldn't pick up on any social cues #and their friendship groups were already established #I immediately made several friends the moment I got to intermediate so?? not sure what that was all about #anyway yeah my primary school memories r a little scattered since there's nothing to really anchor them to. 2/3rds of it was just reading

[the-horror-show]

YOU MOTHER-FUCKER 005 YOU BETTER KEEP FUCKING RUNNING.

#submission #THIS IS NOT A GIFT. #THIS IS A FUCKING #NOT GIFT #OFFERINGS FOR THE LORD (Submissions) #Mod Toon Posts #Mod Toon Arts #Mod Toon Drawings #ANCHORED FUCKER. (The Ink Demon) #WANDERING CUNT. (Wanderer) #MANKIND'S BAD HABIT (The HABIT) #//MILO WHAT THE FUCK GJDJGHDJGKDHSDGKDH

[lmaowh-at]

The more I read this fucking book the more I'm sure Mironov was playing golden calf Ostap in 12 chairs and that's why it didn't work well

#like.... bitch is different in the two books alright!! #hes still bender and hes still ostao anf hes still himself in both of them ofc and he keeps his iconic-ness but hes still like. different #in chairs hes kinda.... not that deep AT ALL and thats also why i consider kisa to be the mc?? he doesnt have ideals or dreams or anything #except wanting the money of course but in calf he has RIO #and he has the romantic plot line with Zosya #and both of these things are something bigger than just getting the money from koreyko as it was in chairs #they give him a character arc. and even a slightly tragic one? because he wants to have a stable life both materially and relationship wise #but hes doomed to wander arounf without an anchor. AND MIRONOV LITERALLY SHOWS IT #HE WOULD BE SUCH A GREAT CALF BENDER... HE LITERALLY PLAYS HIM... ITS JIST THE WRONG ADAPTATION 😭😭 #🥏

[auroradicit]

robin and m'gann. shapeshifting impacting your relationship with gender in equal and opposite ways.

#c: merry wanderer (robin garland) #c: hi guys! i'm brand new! (m'gann m'orrz) #can I elaborate or is my brain just going to be mush after moving and freeway closures #it's about. IT'S ABOUT GENDER AS PERFORMANCE BUT BEING ANCHORED IN 'THIS IS ME' VS 'THIS IS FUN'??? IDK HELP ME OUT HERE GUYS

[size-two-shrimp]

Thinkin about dead clades walking.

#in the ultrakill sense not in the dino art i just rbed sense #but like. if humanity didnt all die at once i wonder how it went #for how long were news anchors and radio operators trying to keep people calm and safe? for how long did humanity fight a losing battle #against their own creations? what if humanity was a dead clade walking by the time UK took place? what if there were tiny groups of people #still wandering around? what about plants and animals? what about the pets who ran up to greet a machine only to realize it wasnt human #too late? what about the humans who did that? #hi i really like dystopias and apocalyptic stuff i think its neat #and sometimes i really like thinking about what happened between the end of the war and ultrakill

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i need to just make, like, a playlist of songs which If a Character or Ship fits i WILL love them

#general fandoms tag #whosebaby talks #character: embodies 'all you wanna do' or 'life of the party' #dynamic: embodies 'kettering' or 'scorpion and the frog' #me: SLAMS the think about this for the rest of my life button #UNDERGROUND. UNDERGROUND IS A BIG ONE #big town banky blaine's rockabilly barbecue is a recent addition #just one yesterday will make me go fucking feral #as will come little children and come wayward souls #wandering child a hundred percent #Of Course the stalker song trifecta #aka obsessed with you stalker's tango and an unhealthy obsession #if you can't tell the majority of my Immediate Investment Blorbo Songs are deeply dysfunctional lmao #not all of them though rainbow connections is excellent #i'm going to go back there someday is another one that makes me lie down facefirst on the floor about a blorbo and weep #lost boy too it rewired my brain #illuminated; anchor; who is she both original and reprise...... #self esteem by garfunkel and oates lmao #look who's inside again; all eyes on me; can't handle this; and breakup by bo burnham #poppies by kngdavd; i do adore; burning house; ugly; this hurts; born depressed; it gets worse #it will come back; monkey tree; hey brother... make a playlist i say and then put the whole thing in the tags lmao

[montereybayaquarium]

GLUMP!!

What sound would a predatory tunicate make? Resembling a piranha plant from Super Mario Bros., these transparent invertebrates live anchored along the deep sea canyon walls and seafloor, patiently waiting for unsuspecting prey to wander by or swim into their cavernous hoods.

#monterey bay aquarium #love for the deep #sit and wait for a snack to swim by #some tunicates are also called seasquirts and we love that

[phantomlifes]

tasm who got sprayed with an aphrodisiac, so he goes to his roommate and fucks her well into the morning 🤭🤭🤭

A/N this deviated a bit but i needed to spread the munch agenda…hope you can forgive me friend…..

peter enters the apartment like a hurricane, his shaking body and heaving breaths impossible to ignore.

“peter?” you ask, eyes wide with concern. “what’s wrong?”

he doesn’t answer at first as he looks at you. of course you’d be wearing tiny pajama shorts right now, when he has no control of where his eyes land. he’s trying hard to catch his breath, his hands clenching into fists. he brushes the hair curled with sweat off his forehead and forces himself to look you in the eyes, raising his head higher. he anchors himself on your kitchen counter behind him. “aphrodisiac.” he breathed. “came home for my research.” he gulped, pushing himself to his bedroom, still evidently woozy. “gotta be an antidote.” he started to sway to the side, and you moved on instinct for him to fall in your arms.

“easy.” you drawled, arms shaking with his weight. you’ve never seen him in this state before. “where’s the antidote? do we have it?” you try to keep your voice level, but the urgency escapes your tongue in droves.

he shakes his head, looking up at you. his brown eyes have been blown even darker, the pupil completely swallowing his irises. “lab. somewhere. gotta go.” he pushes off of you, but you grab his shaking hand.

“there is no way in hell i’m letting you leave here like this.” you took a deep breath, knowing the ethics of this are dubious at best, since you’ve been attracted to him since the day he moved in and he is technically drugged. he’s obviously in pain, and you can’t let him go out alone all the way to the lab to get the antidote. you don’t even know if he’d survive. “look. it’s an aphrodisiac. i….” you closed your eyes before you continued. “if it will take the pain away, you could….take it out on me.” you swallowed, trying to put it gently.

peter looks at you in shock, managing to push himself off the ground all the way. “you mean it?” he asks, looking straight at your lips. “because it would…” his voice trails off, cracking.

“yes.” you grab his shoulders. “i mean it”

peter immediately grabs your face with his large hands and pulls you into him, his lips sliding against yours in an anxious release. you didn’t imagine your first kiss going like this, but it doesn’t count, right? as soon as he gets a bit of control of himself, though, he slows down a little, capturing you in a breath-sucking kiss, both of you breaking away for air twice. “are you sure?” he asks again, his voice a low rasp this time. you nod and he urges you to jump, carrying you with a kiss into his bedroom.

he lays you on the bed as gently as he can, and you immediately make work of sliding off your shorts and underwear. he’s so obvious with his staring, it’s adorable. “can i?” his eyes wander down and he asks again in that low rasp. “please?”

the way he said please sent a shiver down your spine. “yeah.” you answered breathlessly. “what do you want?”

“my face buried in your thighs.” he responds instantly, with the cadence of a casual conversation for something so brazen. you stifle a gasp and nod. he wastes no time gripping your thighs and hooking them on his shoulders. “you’re fucking dripping, baby.” he remarks as he starts to explore with his fingers. “this for me? you like seeing me worked up?” he almost whispers.

“i think so.” you manage to get out in between gasps from his fingers brushing against your clit. “do…do that more.”

“this?” he asks, rubbing his thumb in circles. “you like that, baby?” you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back with a stifled moan as your answer, and he grins. he takes this opportunity to start putting his mouth to work, his tongue lapping crudely as his thumb resumes pressing all of your nerves. the way he’s sucking and licking is filthy, the wet noises, his hums of delight and your cries of pleasure create a cacophony of pornography. you buck your hips against his face, pulling him closer lightly by his hair and when he groans you feel it inside of you. you whine, arching your back and he has to pin your hips down with a hand. he pulls his face away for a second, his mouth glistening with a smirk. “now who can’t control themselves?”

“shut up.” you whined in embarrassment, grabbing his hair and pulling him back down. he breathed a laugh against your clit, and you squirmed as much as you could in his hold. you’re not gonna last. he hummed and spoke into you, “yes ma’am.” and you knew you were done for.

“peter?” you whimper in between heavy breaths. “gonna cum.”

“yeah, baby?” he pulls his face away a bit, still keeping his thumb in position, only switching it to take your clit between his lips. “go on. cum for me.”

that’s all it took for you to release all over his chin with a weak little cry, your voice hoarse and breathless. you try to catch your breath, laying your head back on his pillow. “alright…” you breathed. “just give me a second…and you could…we could-“

“-about that.” he interrupted you. “i….i already did?” he says in a question, almost like he’s embarrassed, stark contrast to what his tone was minutes ago. “the effects wore off. let’s just leave it at that…” he trailed off, coughing. you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“did…did you…” you look down. “cum in your suit just from eating me out?”

he takes a deep breath, looking at you up and down. “maybe.”

you fall back with a giggle, and he immediately gets defensive. “what?”

“nothing.” you shake your head, the blood rushing to your face. “just so fucking hot.”

#PETER IS A MUNCH AND I WILL NOT BE CONVINCED OTHERWISE #tasm #tasm x reader #tasm peter parker smut #tasm peter smut #tasm smut #tasm peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #buggy bf #my writing #notsfw

[bunicate]

omg congrats on pulling bladie!!! big brother blade lives on my mind ngl ik he loves to spoil his lil sister’s pussy the second his parents r outta the houseee ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི ₊˚ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 . blade x fem reader

warnings ꒱ྀི incest. brief anal. creampie. a litl bit of possessive bladie. he says some dubious things. just a smidge of jealousy. “little girl” usage. breeding mention. unedited ofkurs ﾉ wc ꒱ 1.4k ﾉ 18+ ﾉ if uncomfy pls scroll or block ^_^

muhehe tysm ! ! still trying to build him ! he’s far from perfect but at least he’s at home with me. yk I had 2 pull through nd write smthn icky for him but I did go in a tad bit different direction :<<

you feel it, regret pooling in the pit of your stomach like rocks settling at the bottom of a shallow lake. the beating of your heart stutters out of tandem with the batter of blades hips.

his firm hands anchor themselves on the softness of your lower back, dull nails digging into your skin like thorns.

he fucks you with such depravity, and your obnoxiously noisy cunt salivated in response to the familiar bump of his cock. 

it was far too late for regrets, you knew it well, even as he’s buried himself to the hilt. your parents were a thing of the past, but there’s always the potential of subjecting an innocent passerby to the sight of your brother rubbing your tender insides with his cock. 

despite your roused state, you're still capable of reason, though your brother seemed to have a complete disregard for it.

“b-bladie.”

it’s soft on his ears, polite, although honeyed with a subtle warning accompanied by the slow pulse of your cunt. 

his cock twitches from your quiet plea. he’s close, and at this point, he knows better than to cross the line any further, but you were elusive to your own charms. how could he bury his urges when your round and soft butt continued to smack against his pelvis ? your cunt drooled each time he pulled out.

 its such a sight for sore eyes, and somehow his gaze kept wandering to the tight rim above, making his breathing ragged— almost animalistic.

 he’s seen all of you, sights no older brother should witness, but it didn’t stop him from wanting more.

it should terrify you, the lengths he goes to stake his claim over you. coming as close as threatening to breed you and keep you bound to him like a pet. predators would be wise to never cross the hunter, even they could sense the extent of his prowess. 

blade purposefully keeps you out of his affairs, but you know he’s a fearsome warrior. he’s tall and slender and with each movement, his hulk of muscle flexes. he’s strong enough to drag your body up and down his member, serving as a stark reminder of the gap in strength.

blade's palms, rough from wielding his ancient sword, settled on both sides of your waist, steels its grip. his thumb presses against your back, and the tips of his fingers meet at your belly button.

he bounces you on his cock, using you like a doll factored for fucking. he lifted you repeatedly like you weighed nothing and all you could do was submit to his brutal pace. 

blade bites his lip to prevent curses from escaping.

he feels . . . good, better than usual. your swollen pussy tugs on his length, drawing out the remnants of his willpower. the desire to cum and bury it in your womb causes blood to rush.

like you can sense the danger, you peer over your shoulder cautiously. 

“you h-have to pull out . . y’can’t just cum inside, okay ?”

such a redundant conversation, and he pays it no mind. 

what good would it be to do something so risky—so wrong, but for blade, it would be worth the peril. 

he doesn’t acknowledge your admonition, instead pressing you further into the sheets, elongating the arch in your back.

“stay still.” 

his hand collides with your backside and a startled gasp echoes. the apple of your ass cheek stings, while the damp release between your thighs becomes stickier. 

the weight on the bed dips when your big brother lowers himself. his chest presses to your back when he fucks you again.

roaring slaps of moist flesh lie thick in the air. you’re soft, so fragile in his embrace that he could crush you like a dainty flower trampled from being hidden between shards of grass.

when blade feels that familiar tender pulse of your cunt signaling your finish, he painfully pulls out as per your whiny request. he utterly despised having to separate himself from you, but nonetheless, he obeys your wishes. sort of.

his cock stands tall and thick, cream dripping from the edge of his tip. your pussy is agape in front of him, but his eyes linger on the tight coil of your ass.

rough palms enclose in a tight fist around his shaft. he pumps his cock, staring daggers at the rim until his balls hang heavier.

he wanted to empty them, he wanted nothing more than to milk his cock using your sweet cunt, but the hunger that normally consumed him wanted something else for a change. 

he slaps his tip against your puckered hole, humping the pretty flesh. his leaking head increasingly swells as the seconds pass by, turning bright pink. the hunter groans, and heaves, his sickening thoughts running rampant while he envisions himself filling up his little sister. 

he’s no longer computing, his body moves on autopilot, and he’s wiping his glossy tip over your ass. 

“hnn-! n-no more. not there bladie !”

you squeal. the sensation is new and foreign, and you find yourself torn between begging for more or scrambling away.

a growing smirk settles on his face, and you see a slither of his sharp teeth.

“you're mouthy today. maybe i should put my cock somewhere else instead.”

you tense when his tip probes your tight muscle again, rubbing it in circles. he was stimulating your ass, forcing your pussy to twitch out of neglect. 

he mumbles to himself. 

“such a brainless girl. i thought i made it clear that i take what i want.”

his orbital pools mimicking the color of blood narrow. he’s almost there, sloppily fucking the skin of your ass until the slippery head of his member breaches the tight ring. and then he snaps. 

with a single, calculated thrust, relief rains down in waves. he buries his cock in all the way as streams of his cum spurt out, dressing your walls in milky webs.

it’s warm as it fills your insides and your mind becomes a foggy maze. instead of your big brother cumming inside your cunt, he emptied his load in your ass, and nothing but burgeoning heat swallows you up. 

“thats it . . take what i give you.”

it’s hard to retain anything when his breath tickles the sides of your cheek and his pulsing sack mushes against your clit. 

“no part of you is off limits, little girl.” 

by now, you're writhing, and you can’t think about how full you felt. not when his words had you mewling out of shame and excitement.

blade makes sure to deliver a few more thrusts, just to be certain that he’s been thoroughly drained. his heart thrums against his chest, reminding him that he's real—you’re real, and that his cock is stretching his little sister’s ass.

his breathing becomes uneven, the exhales of air caressing the plains of your damp skin.

he lowers his head, his lips settling by the shell of your  ear. 

“soon . .”

long strands of his hair fall into place , resting on your own skin.

“i'll cum inside this tiny cunt and there's nothing you'll be able to do about it.”

a shiver runs down your spine. equal parts of fear and eagerness for that fateful day of promise.

when he pulls out, his seed drips from your opening down the length of your slit. both of his hands grab your ass cheeks to watch the cum nestle between your lower lips and spill on the already soiled sheets. 

carefully he watches your cunt push out the remnants, watching it cascade in thick dollops. 

“such greedy holes.” 

you puff out your cheeks and move the stringy hairs from your face. 

“stop it . . it’s so embarrassing when you say that .” 

you attempt to kick him off, and of course it’s thwarted by his iron hold on you.

he presses a sloppy kiss on your asshole, uncaring of the mess coating your sensitive parts. 

“eeeeeeeek -! you’re sooooooo gross, bladie ! get away from me !”

he spanks your ass to hush your outburst.

“shut up.”

he kisses you to silence more of your complaints. the faint taste of cum on his soft lips mingling against your spit - slicked ones. 

 he pulls away audibly, taking a calm breath. 

“you're seeing jing yuan tomorrow.”

you raise an eyebrow at the sudden mention of the general.

your brother is nothing less of a maverick, only keeping you close and others at a less than reasonable distance.

jing yuan however complicated things. while they weren't as close, anymore you still made an effort to see him despite their soured relationship.

in his scarce free time when he wasn't resting, he taught you all sorts of things. he helped time escape you when boredom struck in blade's absence. 

you nod stiffly, still skeptical at the hunter before you. you're wary of his intentions, but too stimulated to care. 

blade's face betrays no emotion and so, you’re suddenly startled.

you gasp when his teeth nicks at your neck.

he sucks the skin for a few seconds and then kisses the spot he bruised. proud of his handiwork he pulls away to speak up once more. you can nearly hear his smugness.

“. . . send my regards to the general.”

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[tender-rosiey]

your heart — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: @callmemirro mentioned gojo holding his little baby girl once and it never got out of my head since then so here you go <33

after hours of going through a torturing labor, you can finally rest.

satoru has been by your side all of the time and his hand never left your own. he wipes the sweat off your face and brushes the hair away from eyes. he presses a kiss to your forehead, “you did so well.”

“of course, I did,” you say, out of breath then you raise your fist in victory, “I am…the strongest.”

he laughs and rests his head on your shoulder, “yeah, you’re and you’re going to be a wonderful mom too.”

“would you like to hold your daughter, miss gojo?” the nurse says when she enters, holding a small bundle that without a doubt has your little baby girl.

you nod as eagerly as you can and she hands her to you with a chuckle. you don't notice satoru tensing up as she nestles in your arms.

she is resting so contently. the moment you hold her, she almost instantly snuggles into your chest.

both of you are staring at her in wonder. her every little move a sight to be seen.

satoru calms down a bit and he just seems so captivated by her and his eyes trace her every feature.

he whispers softly, “she’s so pretty.”

you hum, “she has your hair,” your hold is already so protective of her and it tugs on satoru’s heart in a way he didn’t know was possible.

“and she has your nose,” he murmurs as his finger reaches to lightly touch her nose. she scrunches her nose softly and turns away from his finger and satoru gasps in awe.

his eyes wander to your face, “you’re holding her like it’s second nature,” he laughs lightly as he caresses your face.

you lean into his touch with a tired smile, “I am sure you will do better than me.”

satoru pulls back slightly and he looks at her then at you, “don’t be silly,” he laughs but it’s nervous almost scared.

you quirk an eyebrow, “what’re you so scared of, ‘toru? “ you chuckle fondly, “she won’t bite you.”

he rolls his eyes and his hand grazes her chubby cheek, “so funny,” he sighs, troubled as he looks at her, “I don’t want to…hurt her.”

you huff, signalling for him to be ready, “don’t be silly,” you slowly place her in his arms.

he panics at first and he would shout about your betrayal if it weren’t for her sleeping. then she is in his hold and he takes a moment to think: she fits perfectly in his arms.

your eyes soften at the sight. she is already small, but she somehow looks even tinier in his arms. you almost squeal at how content she looks as she also snuggles into him.

smart girl already knows her parents, “see, ‘toru? she loves you and you aren’t hurting her.”

“if you ask me,” you lay your head on his shoulder, noting how relaxed it has become, “I would say the safest place in the world for her is in your arms.”

you thank the heavens that you can see satoru’s eyes clearly, blindfold long forgotten. you’re able to instantly reach to wipe the tears streaming down his face.

he looks at you with a smile, amidst all the tears, “she is so tiny. I can fit her in just my hands.”

his gaze is full of adoration as he looks at her. the little life he is holding in his arms. the little life he created with you. to think that such a small thing will have him wrapped around her tiny finger oh so quickly.

he can’t help the joy he feels anymore.

a laugh escapes your lips when he starts cooing at his little girl, “papa is going to protect you, baby,” you pet his hair while he continues speaking to her, “I’ve been waiting for you, pretty.”

the both of you gasp when she stirs and her hand reaches for his finger, grabbing it like it’s her anchor. he looks at you, excitement brimming in his eyes as he whispers, “y/n! she is holding my finger!”

you nod and gently kiss her forehead, “and it’s barely enough to cover the top of your finger.”

you lay back down and with a content smile, you close your eyes. the fatigue of everything that happened is finally catching up to you. your eyes barely catch satoru nodding at you and kissing your forehead before you finally succumb to the slumber.

after making sure you're asleep, satoru starts rocking her gently, “mama is all tired, huh?”

he can’t get rid of the smile on his face, “we have to let her rest, right, baby?”

she stirs and satoru freezes. his breath is caught in his throat as she finally opens her eyes to the world. she takes her time as she slowly gazes around before she finally looks at her papa’s face.

a small content smile appears on her face as she coos at him, blue eyes like his own staring right at him. his eyes brighten as he watches her with a big smile, “you have my eyes, huh?”

he bends down a bit to be closer to her, “your mama is going to be so mad,” he lets out a watery laugh as he tries to compose himself. though, it’s all in vain when she reaches for his face.

it clicks in satoru’s head: she wants to wipe his tears.

he slowly pulls her into his chest once again and the tears finally freely fall to the ground. he lets out a shaky breath as light laughter tumble out of his lips, “not even ten minutes old and you are already so compassionate,” he hums quietly.

satoru wipes his tears with his sleeves, “you have your mama’s heart,” then his gaze drifts to you and he smiles, “that’s good.”

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