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emmasue88 · 3 days

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So ya’ll know Jax from the amazing digital circus? My gf hates him, and I love him, which is probably partially why she hates him, but that’s besides the point. I’m gonna rant about him and why I think he’s such a violent jerk.

In episode 2 specifically, I think Jax is just turning to violence and anything adrenaline inducing to escape having to think, because if there’s constantly conflict, then there’s no time in which he can be left alone with his own mind. The thought that he’s just super self absorbed and cares about his own well being doesn’t really sit right because of multiple things. He’s gotta be smarter than he lets on with his ability to manipulate others and enter places he shouldn’t be allowed to with keys he shouldn’t even have, so that means he knows full well that being cocky when talking to huge scary monsters (like the glowing queen in the pilot) and making random deals with huge fudge monsters (that were very much willing to eat him had Ragatha not spoken up) is very much just a death wish, but he does it anyways. Now, it is true you can’t really die in the digital circus, but I’m pretty sure you can still feel pain, and bro wasn’t even scared of being eaten alive when the fudge monster tried to eat him. My man is a special type of self destructive, he’s got the “all life is worthless and meaningless, so just have fun with it because otherwise there’s no point in living” type attitude that I used to know way too well. Any distraction is better than having to deal with sadness, even if it’s a violent distraction. His extra enthusiasm for violence that day could also be partially so he didn’t have to think about the fact Kaufmo was gone, which would explain the slight flash of pain when his funeral was brought up, because it’s exactly what Jax was trying to run from and forget about.

I think his situation is just the louder and more chaotic you are, the harder it becomes to think about the situation you’re in. The more time spent planning evil things, the less time spent planning your own doom or something, and bonus points if you already think you’re awful to begin with so you just keep being more awful since you believe there’s no chance of redemption anyways. So why is he such an impulsive jerk? Because he simply doesn’t choose to think before acting, and when he does think, he’s scheming, not considering consequences. I can’t blame him tbh, thinking is hard lol (/hj)

Jax is a wonderful mix of nihilism, attention seeker, and “I feel like I’m the worst so I always act like I’m the best”. I love him.

Either that or he’s just a narcissist with a death wish. In which I still love him because I’m just that messed up.

#tadc #tadc jax #the amazing digital circus #jax #jax the amazing digital circus #i have issues

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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I need a monster boyfriend who has a tongue so long that it damn near touches his collarbone. that uses it on and in me when he doesn’t feel like pulling out his cock yet 😵‍💫

#I can’t think of a specific monster for this #but just know that I’m always thinking of bkg and eiji #okay bye 🏃🏽‍♂️#IS TBIS CONSIDERED WRITING #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#idk I’ll still tag it as writing

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stuffyflowers · 5 months

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I’ve finished prodigy and wow. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you guys (the handful of people who talk about it) sooner it was so amazing… to anyone who hasn’t watched it just bc “it’s for kids” I’m begging u to give it a shot it genuinely has the most beautiful and emotional story and most engaging main characters out of any modern trek I’ve seen so far.

#star trek #star trek prodigy #my fav is either gwyn or rok I can’t decide tbh #rok specifically reminds me a lot of susie now that I think about it. having so much love trapped inside you but you’re a monster. you’re #too big and intimidating. even when you’re only a kid trying to find your place in the world

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cherry-purple · 1 year

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Who is she?

Found in my sister’s old dolls. Surprisingly in good condition. She’s obviously a Bratz but I don’t know all that much about Bratz dolls tbh.

Her hair is kinda stiff and dry-feeling but otherwise the curls survived really well.

Her legs are articulated. She also has detachable shoe feet 😦 I’d forgotten about Bratz detachable feet shoes. Shoe feet.

#dolls #dollblr #bratz #bratz doll #I also think her top could potentially look great on one of the G3 Monster High dolls #specifically G3 Cleo #can’t wait for my Cleo to finally arrive ;~;

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lilnasxvevo · 2 years

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I love the idea that Huaisang was secretly doing a pretty good job of running his sect and just made it look like he was doing a bad job but I also love the idea that he ran his sect into the ground on purpose to really sell the lie of The Headshaker but I also love the idea that while Huaisang may be really good at elaborate revenge plots he is not good at running a sect and it is genuinely in disrepair and it’s gonna collapse now that er-ge and san-ge aren’t around to help him. Most of all, I love that you can make a solid argument for any of these three things being true based on what we know about Huaisang and what little we actually know about the real state of Qinghe Nie.

#THAT being said #i feel like Qinghe Nie is actually doing pretty okay #because that one guy Wangxian run into complains about the state of the sect and #specifically complains about how there’s a monster that’s eating people that leadership is doing nothing about #when actually that’s just a rumor that Huaisang spread on purpose to keep people away from his family tomb that eats people #which I think is a pretty responsible and clever way to deal with a man-eating tomb that he can’t/won’t destroy #and like it’s quite clear that he thought of that all on his lonesome and spread the rumor too so good for him #like he really is such a smart lil guy. love him.

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quietwingsinthesky · 11 months

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Leaving the safety of Sam tumblr and seeing the worst takes possible is sooooooo… just…

(Dean Stan on TikTok called the Sam and dean fight about Amy in 7.06 dean “finally standing up for himself”)

That’s so funny.

Bro, he killed a lady. And then lied about it.

Like, there’s a lot of times where I’ll go, fine, Dean’s being morally ambiguous and he thinks he’s making the right call, sure, sure. This was not one of those times.

(Secret good spn in my head where this and the Benny situation combine in Sam’s mind in such a way that once Jack comes around, that why he becomes so invested in Dean seeing Jack as family. Because he knows that if he doesn’t? If all he can offer is that he would spare Jack, that he thinks Jack isn’t a monster? Dean has disregarded that before. But if Dean can come to that conclusion on his own, strip the title of monster away because he’s become personally invested, that might protect Jack.)

#to be clear. I enjoy this about dean. I love that he can be a hypocrite and a control freak #I think it’s p natural given. all the shit he’s been through.#but calling that bit standing up for himself. well for one that argument in s7e6 does end with Sam saying ‘fuck off’ basically #but also. he did do a murder. like unambiguously he did a murder. this wasn’t even really about Amy being a monster #he’d have killed the kid if the monsterhood was the problem #but he lets the kid live #which like. that makes it worse? that makes it worse.#because what’s the kid to do? A) starve and die or B) start attacking innocent people to feed #option A is just cruel. it’s just cruel. Dean has to know that. of course he does. there’s not even a mercy kill here.#and option B? well option B is condemnation aint it? means that any killing of the kid in the future is justified.#so this makes the whole thing worse. there is no way Dean comes out of this looking good.#he killed a lady. and it’s not out of the question to say he killed her specifically because of her connection to Sam.#and all of this DOES make me want to chew on him for fun but I really can’t understand how you reinterpret it as. a good move.#sorry for rambling anon I had thoughts.#(there’s also the other outside option which is that perhaps. supernatural. does not have the most consistent character writing.#which is like. yeah. yeahhh.#but that’s no fun I want Sam & Dean to suffer <3)#ask #dean winchester

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theres-whump-in-that-nebula · 1 year

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When you subscribe to a spooky and macabre channel and you go onto the channel page, and the first thing you’re greeted with is a closeup picture of the eyes of someone who is your ONLY fight or flight trigger :P

#Can’t look at him for longer than five seconds without his stupid face being burned into my mind for the rest of the day #and the only way to get rid of it is by “flushing” my brain with a very specific set of music #To be fair… the trauma I suffered in this specific instance was 100% self-inflicted… well… maybe 98% considering the circumstances #Because I was desperate to do something to keep everyone safe and feeling a lot of pressure to not be a bystander #So I came up with a batshit crazy plan — which surprisingly worked… at what cost though? lol #I just barely got over the issues caused by my little scheme after four years of feeling like an irredeemable monster #Like just now… three months ago #And I think because I’ve gotten over it; I cringe more now than I did back then because I’m not so desensitized to it anymore #from ALWAYS having to do that to myself to protect people (now I have better methods that involve no mental harm)#(a little physical strain and tiredness if I decide to go all out; but it’s a much more compatible fit overall)

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lupaeusarc · 4 months

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[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

⸺ 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗙𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗧𝗢 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗘 the tightening confines of her trachea as crystalline streams carve down ivory cheeks , vision clouded with the evidence of her in-concealable anguish . the sound of incoming footsteps multiplies her panic tenfold , only slightly eased by the incoming presence of jeremiah . not until he's reached her , strong digits freeing the salted droplets from glistening lashes , does breath begin to work its way back to a sustainable rhythm .

❝ i'm - i'm okay , i just . . . i guess the movie was just hitting a little too close to home . i'm sorry . ❞

#{ trying to think of specific movies about like thinking about yourself as a monster but all i can come up with is shrek so .... }#jer3miahfisher tbt .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ no thing so sure that i can’t learn to doubt it ⌗ main verse .#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ stayed on the line with you the entire night ⌗ answered .

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ectoplasmer · 7 months

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terrible horrible bad habit of looking at any of my f/os and going “pretty boy!!” over and over again almost instinctively

#agh last night i was getting worked up about ryou’s BELT of all things. i’m a mess #that one illustration of him and yamiba with the monster world themed background… awoog #NOT IN A SUGGESTIVE WAY no it had something to do with like. god he wears belts. why does this stand out to me #it’s the way it’s not tucked in completely on yamiba AGSJDHSK OKAY I NEED TO DROP THIS #waaaaah and marik’s eyes as usual… driving me insane….#he’s so expressive i love all the expressions he makes <3 even if most of them are him getting worked up about something agdjdhs #and his + yamima’s nose scrunch!!! aaaaa!!! still gets me weak #says this about. very antagonistic and reactive people who have or tried to kill people before AGDJFHDKS #god but i love them. so much. they’ve done bad things and they’ve made big mistakes and somenof them didn’t get redeemed in canon but #my own bias is making me see things in ways they probably weren’t meant to be seen so that’s okay </3 #i don’t know i’ve been thinking about marik in the latter half of battle city again and just. agh #he never fails to get me on the verge of tears lol everything about him just… makes me want to make things better for him #and i’ve been thinking specifically about that part in yamima and mai’s duel where he stops to talk to the pharaoh about the sealofmemories #and maybe it was just a silly thing to rub in the fact that marik has trauma or whatever. maybe it was to get on the pharaoh’s nerves #but i can’t help but think maybe yamima does genuinely hold those feelings and that resentment like marik does #maybe he doesn’t distance himself from it as much as he seems to act like it. i don’t know #anyway. what was i ssaying #oh right pretty boys!! boys. boyfriends. loves of my life. a #rghrrgrh chewing on them like a chew toy i ahte them and love them so much who gave any of them the right to be so pretty #quartzshipping

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faeryworlds · 1 year

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Tag Drop (part 2)

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dearbraus · 6 months

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Monstrous Oddities ࿐

— Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Lyney.

⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, gn!afab!reader, monster fucking, diphallia (multiple cocks), dragon dicks, double penetration, marking (Neuvi), knotting, doggy style, semi public sex, daddy/sir kink (Wrio), barbed penis, overstimulation, phone sex, pussy whipped Lyney, creampies, unprotected sex, animalistic urges, dragon!neuvi, dogboy!wrio, catboy!lyney general dick headcanons. ⊹ Run time. 1.2k ⊹ Note. This came to me at 2am after reading some other headcanons I previously wrote. Enjoy <3

Dick Headcanons —

꧁ Neuvillette - Two is better than one ꧂

Specifications: 12”, scaled and slightly ribbed, thin tapered heads that’s perfect for kissing your cervix, and full, heavy balls twitch when you suck on them.

❥ Most presumed that aside from his pointed ears and penchant for plain water, that Monsieur Neuvillette was more human than dragon— they’d be incorrect of course but that’s knowledge only you get to relish in. ❥ Beneath his perfectly tailored slacks lay not one but two cocks. The peculiarities don’t end there, however, his cocks are slightly ribbed and scaly in a way that resembles a fish's scales. His cocks are tinged blue near his pelvis but the colouration is lost amongst the neatly trimmed puff of his pearly white pubes that trails up his abdomen. ❥ In spite of his years, Neuvillette is still rather unaccustomed to human convention. It took seeing your shocked expression to realize that most weren’t as well endowed as he was, nor were they likely to have two girthy cocks. So, it takes him a bit to learn how your body reacts to him and just how much you’re able to take. He’s willing to learn, he’s nothing if not dutiful and gentle. ❥ He learns that to take one of his cocks he’ll need to work you open with a couple of his thick fingers first. That is, of course, after he’s warmed you up with his forked, serpentine tongue that nearly engulfs the whole of your aching cunt. And that you’re sure to squirt if grinds his second cock into your throbbing clit as he fucks you. Since taking even one of his cocks is a challenge, more often than not, Neuvillette uses his second cock to stimulate your clit while his mouth is busy sucking and licking the tender skin of your neck and chest. He can’t help it, the need to leave you covered in signs of him is far too strong, that’s why he cums in and on your pussy. ❥ Once you’ve gotten used to the stretch, can take it with ease, and are feeling a little adventurous, Neuvillette doesn’t waste the chance to split you open on both of his cocks. Seeing you so full of him stirs something primal within him. It’s a feeling he doesn’t often allow himself to indulge him but it claws its way out of his chest with you. The urge to remind you that you’re his, and only his gets muddled between kisses to your tear stained cheeks. You’re his perfect pet, you take him so well, and he’ll be sure to remind you.

꧁ Wriothesley - The duke is a dog ꧂

Specifications: 8”, rosy, round bulbous head, girthy, with a thick knot nestled amongst a thatch of unruly, dark curls that drives him wild when you tug on them.

❥ Wriothesley’s sharp canines aren’t the only wolfish things about him. Below his belt resides a truly monstrous cock. You think it’s rather titillating, your mouth waters just at the sight of his fat knot but Wrio was rather weary, he knew it was a bit peculiar and didn’t want to scare you away. Those worries didn’t last too long. ❥ Jerking off was always a bit tiresome for Wrio. His knot ached to inflate inside of a warm, wet hole so his calloused, spit slick hands never satisfied that need. The first time he fucked you, he nearly came after pushing the tip in. Wrio was so sensitive, he hadn’t cum properly in far too long. He nearly tore your silk sheets from how tightly he gripped them as he willed himself to sink his cock a little deeper into your pussy. He wasn’t much a believer in Celestia but he felt like he ascended that first time … and every time after that. ❥ He didn’t knot you until you’d been together for two years. Though you swore you could take, that you wanted to take it, Wrio always worried he’d lose control. It wasn’t a feeling he liked. Wriothesley liked feeling in control, he liked how you willingly submitted to him, hushed cries of “daddy” or “sir” never far from your lips, adoration pooling within the depths of your eyes. But, he was grateful he loosened the reins. ❥ One stress filled evening snowballed into you splayed across his desk at the fortress, your puffy, aching cunt slick and throbbing with need for him on display. You were so wet, moaning so loudly for him, it was almost too easy for him to slip his knot into your weeping hole. Your wanton whimpers were forever burned into his memory as it began to swell inside of you, his rough skinned hands roaming all over your body as his teeth dug into the flesh of your shoulder. Your eyes glazed over and a shudder wracked through your body as he filled your cunt with his seed. He knew then that he spent far too long depriving himself and you. ❥ Wriothesley was gone after that, he just couldn’t go on knowing how sweet you sounded as you squealed and begged for him while filled with his knot and cum. Maybe he was greedy but you loved being his cockdrunk pup. So, it was a win-win.

꧁ Lyney - He has more tricks up his sleeves ꧂

Specifications: 5”, veiny, sensitive head, equally sensitive barbs, kissable hip bones, and a leaky tip that’s just begging for your kisses.

❥ While his sister Lynette possessed most of the outward cat-like traits that was carried down their lineage, most of Lyney’s feline genetics poked through in his personality and behaviour, except for his cock. His pretty, blush pink cock was barbed near the base. He once read that they were meant to aid mating but he found that they made his cock far too sensitive to touch. He could only bear to lightly graze the tips of his fingers over his shaft most days. More often than not, Lyney came untouched, blowing his load in his underwear from the friction of the fabric alone. ❥ The first time you sucked his cocked, he cried from how good it felt, pushing your head down until you gagged. He didn’t even realise he was doing it, far too blissed out to notice until afterward (to which he spent the next five minutes fawning over you and apologising). Now, Lyney didn’t fancy himself a hedonist but he quickly became addicted to the way you laved your tongue over his barbs, and grazed your teeth over the sensitive flesh. ❥ Lyney became overstimulated every time the two of you fucked. Though, that didn’t stop him from pushing himself past the point of sanity so that you’d cum on his cock. He felt selfish otherwise, and he found nothing more satisfying than bringing you to completion whether it be with his fingers, mouth, cock, or one of the many toys the two of you seemed to amass. So, even if he was on the brink of blacking out from the pleasure, his cock pink and raw, he was going to fuck you were just as far gone as he was. Even if it took hours. ❥ Sometimes he found himself getting hard just thinking about you. The mind was a fickle thing, it too often loved to play tricks. Like making Lyney’s innocent thoughts trickle into passion filled memories that left him aching and needy for you. He’d call you far too late into the night just to hear your voice as ground his palm against the weepy tip of cock, musing how much he missed the feel of your skin against his. He may have been cumbrained and addicted to your sweet cunt, but he was still a romantic.

#neuvillette smut #neuvillette x reader #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #lyney smut #lyney x reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #gi smut #gi x reader #genshin impact x reader #wrio x reader #neuvilette smut #neuvilette x reader

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autolenaphilia · 3 months

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The anti-kink moral crusade rests on a lot of transmisogynistic assumptions.

Of course it’s no surprise, since it rests on ideas from the moralizing arguments about bdsm made by radfems in the 70s. The only change is that they are being massively hypocritical and inconsistent about which kinks are bad now, as I pointed out before. Now it’s only certain kinks, like consensual non-consent and fauxcest, that are bad because they “fetishize abuse”, and not bdsm as whole, despite that being inarguably true about bdsm.

And that’s purely to broaden the appeal of such arguments, so that even self-described “leatherfags” can moralize about fauxcest. The morals and principles are frankly just “It’s okay if gay men call their boyfriends “daddy”, because I find that hot, but if a trans lesbian couples pretend to be sisters it’s evil.”

And you can’t really appropriate the radfem arguments about kink without taking their transmisogyny onboard, since they stem from the same transmisogynist bio-determinist root ideology. Janice Raymond in The Transsexual Empire explained trans women through a lens of pathological sadomasochism. Years before Blanchard’s autogynephilia concept, radfems have seen transfemininity and kink as the same thing.

The image of the trans woman painted by radfems then and now, is of privileged males appropriating the pain and suffering of real wombyn, and playacting this suffering for their own perverted sexual amusement. And that is the same image painted of trans women with incest and cnc kinks in modern callout posts. They just remove the explicitly terfy language to make it less obvious. Instead of making a mockery of misogyny in general, we are instead accused of mocking the experiences of the survivors of sexual abuse.

And that boils down to the same thing. Survivors of sexual assault are often as a group assumed to be afab. This ties into a specific transmisogynist discourse. It’s one that argues that afab children are more often sexually assaulted, and that trans women are not targeted by sexual violence pre-transition, and comes to the conclusion that this proves that trans women are male socialized and privileged. This is the fairly nasty transmisogynist undercurrent here.

And it’s proven when in discussions about the transmisogyny of callout culture, a common cliché line in response is that “clearly some people’s worst oppression is being told they are freaks for shipping incest.” This treats transfems as ultra-privileged and transmisogyny as not real at all.

Of course in reality, transfems are disproportionate targets of sexual violence even in childhood and pre-transition. And many survivors of childhood abuse have these problematic abuse-fetishizing kinks, and use it to deal with their trauma, including many of the kinky transfems being called out.

And even if no one involved in the sexual roleplay and fiction being criticized have trauma, the trauma of other non-involved people is not a good argument for its destruction. It’s a reasonable demand to ask for triggering material to be tagged properly so you can avoid it, it’s unreasonable to demand it shouldn’t exist.

Yet transfems are expected to accede to the latter demand. And I think this is because of what May Peterson calls transfeminized debt. It’s how we trans women in feminist circles are expected to be perfect women and perfect feminists to be acknowledged as women at all, instead of as monsters to be destroyed. Of course because nobody is perfect, this leads to every trans woman eventually being thought of as a monster.

We are treated as having to pay off the debt of male socialization/privilege to get basic human rights. And this in practice means conceding every disagreement with TME people, and agreeing to every demand they make of us. Or else we get the hot allostatic load treatment.

And that’s why kinky transfems are expected to fulfil the ridiculous demand from certain puritanical TME people that “I’m not involved in your kink, but I have trauma relating to it, so you can’t do it.” And are treated as evil monsters for not fulfilling it. It’s clearly transfeminized debt and transmisogyny, we are treated as privileged perverted monsters, inherently exempt from sexual violence. And that is used to justify sexual harassment, in the form of callout posts for our sex lives.

#transmisogyny #my writings #callout culture #purity culture

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delirious-donna · 2 months

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Don’t Touch [Nanami Kento]

an: a rework of a shorter piece I wrote a looooong time ago for the handsome ex-salaryman. He’s on my mind so we must all suffer.

pairing: Nanami Kento x female reader

warnings: sensory deprivation kinda (touch), teasing, fully NSFW

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What had started as a fun experiment, quickly devolved into a form of torture designed specifically to turn your darling husband into a snarling monster.

You thought you had been so smart; offering an offhand remark that you didn’t think he could last more than ten minutes without touching you, in an intimate moment, you elaborated with a barely stifled chuckle.

Kento’s answering arched eyebrow spoke of his confidence at proving you entirely wrong. How hard could it possibly be?

Well, at eight minutes in, he was losing his grip on sanity. Kento had never appreciated how much he relied on touch to feel close to you, and having it taken away was akin to literally chopping off his hands. Of course, he knew that being able to reach out and feel you next to him was important, but not that taking away that one sense would break him so wholly.

How could he be expected to gaze at your beautiful naked breasts and not want to cup them and feel their weight in his rough palms? How was he to remain rational when your sweet nipples pebbled without wanting to thumb at them until you strained further into his touch?

“Ken,” you whined pitifully, your grip tight against his powerful biceps as you tried to keep your seated composure. His hips had been restless these past few minutes and he had almost unseated you from your straddled position several times by jerking you upwards without warning.

Strands of his normally tame hair fell into hazel eyes now clouded with a feral lust, the lick of crackling flames leaping from popping logs evident when you lowered your face to capture his pouting lips.

“You said you’d play nice, no fair.” You nipped at his bottom lip in a poor form of punishment, not knowing that this whole scenario was slowly killing him.

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull, the sharp curve of his jaw tightening almost painfully when you traced a fingertip around his nipple. Kento groaned, the sound low in his throat and rumbling through his chest. It made you circle your hips in retaliation. Eyelashes fluttering low whilst your bare pussy, slick with thick arousal, stroked the length of his aching cock.

How much agony could one man endure? His angry cock tipped with a deep red blush lay pressed flush to his taut stomach as you slid it through your soaked cunt again and again, rutting against him with a moan each time his blunt tip passed over your sensitive clit to snag at your hood.

The hands resting above his head convulsed with the desire to reach out and grasp your hips, your soft stomach, everywhere and anywhere. You noticed the twitch of his fingers, coyly hiding your smile behind your palm.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed, voice gravelly. “If I can’t touch you, then please have a little mercy and sit on my fucking dick!”

You bit down hard on your bottom lip, knowing that if you even dared to smirk—let alone laugh—it would all be over. Your handsome man rarely cursed, and the fact you’d coaxed it out of him so easily filled your chest with humorous satisfaction.

“Oh, Kento, you’re such a good boy saying please so sweetly,” you teased, ignoring his tone and the cursing. “Let me take care of you.”

Kento hissed through clenched teeth when you finally gripped him in your tight little fist, guiding him to your sopping entrance and inching down agonisingly slowly.

The overwhelmingly pleasant feeling of fullness stole the air from your lungs, his cock bottoming out with an exalted grunt of relief. He might not be able to touch you still, but at least, he could feel you in other ways.

“You’ve made it ten minutes, darling, think you could go another ten?”

#delirious writes #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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rinhaler · 4 months

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HI CAN YOU PLZ DO LIKE A DRABBLE OR SOMETHING OF SUKUNA MAKING OUT WITH US AND THEN PUTTING HIS HAND UNDER OUR SKIRT AND THEN USING THE MOUTH ON HIS HAND TO EAT US OUT WHILE WE KISS SUKUNA. PLZ IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH MWAH ILY

This prompt is SO scrumptious I had too much fun with this omggggg

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, degradation, fingering, monster fucking?, pussy eating, squirting, mutual pining (they are both low key in love but haven't confessed lmao), dom!sukuna, sub!reader.

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“You aren’t ready.”

His words ring true but your lip wobbles nonetheless. Sukuna’s true form is something you can only dream about for now, it seems. But your want and agonising desperation to see it, see him, is becoming overwhelming.

You’ve heard about it in such visceral detail. Other sorcerer’s have told you bits and pieces during your time on campus, although, each specific trait told to you by Sukuna himself makes you quiver as adoration further engulfs you. Learning more about who and what he is makes you want him more.

Sure, this might make you a traitor by Jujutsu law, but you don’t care. You can’t possibly care when you’re so infatuated with him. He makes you feel special, too. Because of all of the human beings, all of the women in the world, he chose to take an interest in you.

His lips slot against yours, thumb stroking across your cheek in an uncharacteristic show of attentiveness as he notes your disappointment. You aren’t sure if he loves you, and truthfully, you don’t know if you’ll ever know. But when he’s gentle like this, it feels like love.

“I-I’m ready, I promise.” you tell him as your mouth widens to accept his forceful tongue. Your heart skips a beat when you note his hesitation. You’re not foolish enough to think his interest in you makes you exempt from his ability to swiftly end your life. So you swallow thickly as your eyes search his, red glaring irises that warn you to remember your place. They drop to your throat as he watches the journey of your saliva bobbing through your oesophagus before his eyes fix back to your own.

“I will not only decide when you’re ready,” he starts, clawed fingers grab your chin and roughly turn your head so he can finish rasping his point into your ear. “I will decide when you are worthy. Do you understand?”

Not a word makes it by your lips before that heavy grasp on your chin is forcing you to nod your head like a subservient pet. You shudder as his thick, tattooed tongue curls against your cheek. He’s tasting the salt of a tear you didn’t even know was there.

“You know… I don’t have much time or patience for little girls who don’t listen to what I say.” he tells you, his head tilts backwards and his eyes are suddenly looking down at you like you’re worthless. “I’ll cut this short for today.” he finishes.

It’s a devastating blow, but you know better than to argue. So you nod in acceptance, and now you do feel the second tear that has escaped to begin rolling down your cheek. There’s an uncomfortable ache between your thighs, your arousal pooling and soaking through the seat of your panties. He looks at you, his eyes filled with something you can only denote as suspicion as you squeeze your thighs together as subtly as you can.

“You’re soaking aren’t you?” he asks, looking you up and down. You can only imagine how wide your eyes are as he speaks, filled with shame and humiliation that he’s been able to read you with such ease. He laughs, though it’s short and restrained, but his smile remains wide as he looks at you with fangs bared. “I can smell it.”

“Jesus.” you sigh, covering your face with your hands. You yelp as large, veiny hands encase your wrists and rip them away from your bewildered face.

“I barely kissed you. And you’re that wet?” he begins. He sounds incredulous, but he grins once again when he sees your expression change from acceptance to embarrassment. “You truly wish to fuck a monstrous being so desperately? That’s why you became a sorcerer. What would your superiors say?”

“That’s not—” you sigh, stopping yourself from continuing before you say something he’ll chastise you for. “If we aren’t doing this, you should just go.”

You barely blink before you realise you’re looking up at the ceiling. Four barely open eyes look down at you with a combination of lust and malice lingering in them, but you can’t care for too long as he starts to kiss you so sloppily with passion and reverence. You moan pathetically, and he smiles into your kiss as he begins to hump his body like a beast against smaller prey.

“You dare talk back to me while your cunt is drenched like this?” he asks, the contrasting words from his almost loving body language makes your head spin. Another, heartier moan rips from your throat as his words rush to your sopping heat. “You got wetter when you saw all of my eyes. This room might turn into a hot spring if you see all of me.”

“S-Stop it,” you object, horrified by his mocking words. “It’s not—” you’re silenced with another kiss, and you’re a little surprised to hear him moan, too, as you cup his face gently with both hands as he kisses you.

“We might both drown if I pin you down with four arms. If I devour your arousal with the mouth on my stomach. If I fuck whichever holes I desire with two cocks.” his heavy breath disguises a laugh.

You can’t object anymore, you can’t express your humiliation so you just take it. Your mouth stays open so that he can curl his tongue against yours, retracting as it smooths over the back of your teeth.

His eyes remain on yours as his hand finds itself under the bend of your knee, expression surprisingly stoic as he forcefully pushes it away from your other leg until it’s pinned at an almost uncomfortable angle. A sharp breath leaves you at that moment, and still, his face doesn’t change.

“I’ll make you cum, one last time.” he assures you, hand slithering beneath your displaced skirt. You whimper, though there isn’t a specific reason why. Whether it be the claim that this will be your final tryst with Sukuna or the fact that his fingers are toying with the sodden material of your panties, it’s a heady combination that’s enough to make you cry.

“Okay…” you breathe. He smirks at the way you bite your lip as he circles your clit through your dripping cotton underwear.

He pulls the material off your body, discarding them who knows where as he smothers your lips with his own yet again. It’s enough, you think. It’s enough that you’ll be fingered by the King of Curses as a final farewell, albeit a little boring. He’s being considerate of you, he’s putting your pleasure before his own, and in spite of that you’d rather he’d fuck you until your brain turns to a pink soup that drips from your ears after his cock renders you unconscious.

“This will be a reminder that no man will compare for the rest of your days. You will never cum in the ways that I can make you.” he tells you, almost as if it were a promise.

He’s right, you know that already. He isn’t a man, after all.

He’s a curse.

Two fingers push into your tight hole with little resistance. His experience briefly crosses your mind, undoubtedly far more than your own. It makes you feel insecure when you think about it for too long, so you try not to. He chose you, after all. The way his fingers hook perfectly through your walls and target your pressure point makes your breath hitch and lodge in your throat before a boisterous moan tears through you.

You shiver violently as his teeth graze your earlobe, biting softly and tugging before he begins to lick and lave at your pulse point. The knowledge that he can easily tear out your jugular while your walls throb and squeeze around deft fingers isn’t lost on you. Though that worry soon dissipates as his mouth levels with your ear once more.

“This is more than you deserve, but you said you’re ready.” he hisses.

“What?” you ask, quietly, confused by the implication of his words.

All addling thoughts racing through the creases of your mind are lost as you feel a familiar yet nonsensical feeling between your legs. His rough kiss silences any thoughts you wish to speak, which only leaves you more perplexed.

His tongue tangles with yours, and yet you’re tremoring from the sensation of another tongue running up and down between your puffy folds. You want to pull away to ask, to look at what he’s doing to you. But his free hand holds your jaw in place and you know better than to think you’d ever be able to best his strength, even with all of your might.

The pads of thick fingers still hone in and target your g-spot as he curls and presses against it roughly. But a secondary tongue from the palm of his hand swirls around and across your clit like that’s its sole purpose. You want to scream, you want to moan into the abyss but you can’t free yourself of Sukuna’s bruising kiss.

They’re his noises, he’s earning them by reducing you to this. It’s only right that he get to devour them. You’re barely present as the lips on his hand suction around your firm clit. The alternating actions between licking and sucking have you writhing and kicking beneath his heavy form.

But you can’t move, not really. Not when he’s pinning you beneath his weight with a refusal to let you move even an inch away from what he’s inflicting upon you.

You try to scream as you finish, pussy gushing more than you ever have before. It’s only then that he pulls away, eager to see the way your pretty pussy squirts copiously for him. The hand on his mouth slurps and feeds on the fluid, the heavenly taste causes Sukuna to throw his head back in ecstasy as his hand carries on savouring and ingesting your purest flavour.

It’s only when your cunt has nothing left to give that he looks down at you. Your convulsing form and entirely white eyes make him snicker as he hides the secondary mouth on his hand and withdraws his fingers from your twitching hole. His hand smooths over your hair, and he kisses your cheek repeatedly until you respond.

“You’re alive, then.” he mutters.

“Sukuna…” you breathe, you want to caress his face. You want to rake your fingers through his hair and feel his skin against yours if this is truly the final time he’ll be with you like this. But you can’t, your body is spent and you can barely find the energy to move your lips. But you have to, you must. “I don’t want to… lose… you.”

You don’t miss how his eyes widen in surprise. Though he dispels it quickly, assuming he’s mistaking your lust for true feelings for him. He smirks instead, placing a chaste kiss against your weary lips.

“You will see me again.” he assures you. “It took so little effort to conjure up that mouth on my hand, and look how pathetic you are.”

Despite having a fair amount of notches on your bedpost, no one has ever compared to Sukuna. The way he fucks is an art. The way he can simultaneously make you feel a pleasure you’ve never felt before while also prioritising himself is a sexual experience you’ve never known, and you’re sure you never will again without him. And yet, all of the encounters you’ve had with him pale in comparison to the orgasm you’ve just had.

And that took little effort?

If you had the energy, you think you’d be able to cum again just from imagining what he’s capable of when he actually tries.

“I’ll make you ready for me one day. All of me.”

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quietwingsinthesky · 11 months

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I think what bothers me most about that argument is that dean is talking down to Sam so much

Implying that he’s not mentally sound and that dena HAS to be the one to clean up, telling Sam to stop moping about it and then ending it by saying he can stop acting like a bitch now?

That’s what they view as dean standing up for himself?!??!

I really like the Amy benny Emma situations cuz it tells us so much about dean (Sam too but mostly dean) but like so little of what it tells us is positive. ESP since I personally think so much of the benny stuff is projection like immediately telling Sam not to kill benny and assuming Sam will go after him and then immediately going after amy when he finds out about her

alsjfjlfjs I barely have anything to add here, you hit the nail on the head

the whole argument just. Dean does not come out looking good there huh. Especially the jab about Sam’s hallucinations. And the earlier line, “There are certain people in this world, no matter how dangerous they are, you just can't.” There’s no way Dean is saying that without knowing how Sam is going to hear it. That Sam is the dangerous thing that Dean could never put down. The whole shifting of this situation to be on Sam is (fun for me because I love when Dean uses how well he knows Sam to hit him where it hurts) really messed up.

Him starting with telling Sam he’s got a right to be angry, but then following that up with telling him he’s been angry long enough and needs to stop… i Need to chew on him, when did he decide he was the authority on how long Sam gets to feel resentful or to grieve his friend…

Something horribly delicious about Dean appointing himself timekeeper on Sam’s feelings.

#dean winchester #ask #spn #also. also. I would be remiss not to mention that Dean poking at Sam’s hell trauma specifically IS the part of this that makes me go :/#like. :/ that’s a little ooc coming from the guy who also went to hell. claiming Sam can’t make the right ‘moral’ choice and kill Amy?#yeah that tracks with Dean. he’s judge jury and executioner babyyy.#but him going after Sam’s torture and using that to add to his argument?#I mean he is pissed off. it could just be something said from frustration. but still.#again this whole situation is very. Keep The Status quo. you know?#supernatural’s never ending tension of how badly it wants sam & Dean to learn monsters are people too #and the fact that if they ever do. the whole premise of the show collapses in on itself.#so they never can. and they keep fighting about it. and they keep hurting each other and also anything that gets in their way.#show of all time. 10/10. no notes. what the fuck were they thinking.

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