How about Golbez from Final Fantasy IV? He's a big slab of beef in a tin can who deserves more love. He even gets to take his armor off and walk around in a loincloth and cape sometimes.

There needs to be moar slutty stuff in a game called final fantasy if you ask me (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

fred has Any Pronouns vibes to me

DC x DP Prompt

“So as the reasons stated, Anti ECTO Acts are not only harmful as a back door into the security of the Meta Protection Acts, it’s bordering on species destruction. I’m appalled this has passed right under our noses.”

Batman’s spirited (eh) speech from earlier kept digging at a nerve in Constantine’s mind.

“You seem pensive, are you alright?” Think of the devil, and he appears with his dorky pointing ears in tow.

“What? Yeah,” Constantine started, “I’m just surprised is all. What with your son being an ecto being, thought this sorta stuff would be on your radar.”

He shrugged as he went to leave, but was stopped by a winged gauntlet, “my son?”

“Yeah,” Constantine said, “the bloke with the red mask. I mean, it’s obvious, what with the fact he needs to kill and consume souls just to stay whole and sane.”

Batman’s mouth turned thin, “explain.”

Constantine snorted before sobering, “oh you’re serious.” He got the patented hng in response.

“You’re son’s a revenant, at least without a proper magical check up to make sure. That’s the typical prognosis when a person comes back from the dead after mur-”

“What,” Batman interrupted, “is a revenant?”

“An ecto being that needs to feed on souls to stay alive, or their demise avenged. Basically, their soul is unbalanced, due to the fact that when they came back, only their rage does. To get all the other emotions, they must,” he makes a slashing motion across his neck, “others to get those emotions from. Or, who ever killed them is offed by the person of their choosing. Well,” he thinks for a second, “it’s not a conscious choice but someone their soul chooses. Once the original perp is dead, the rage will rest, which lets in all the other emotions to stay.”

Batman huffed.

“Honestly surprised that the clown’s still alive. The amount of theatrics your son contains, I bet whoever his soul chose, got quite the show.”

I’m this close to just modelling my own desmond/descole model to mess around with but I unfortunately don’t know how much effort I am willing to put into fanart anymore asdfghj </3

Kinktober Day 23 - CAMBOY with Tomura Shigaraki

Dom!reader x sub!shigaraki

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The start is kinda crappy but then it gets good >:)

As you collapsed on your bed in the LOV hq, you took out your computer, knowing that tonight, Shigaraki would be streaming.

You had stumbled upon his secret streams a couple months ago, and you immediately knew who it was, even though he made sure to wear a mask each time.

And, of course, he had no idea you knew.

Since you had found out, you had made sure to be the main viewer he noticed, making little donations and sometimes, he would let you and a couple other viewers determine when he came.

While you couldn't wait to tease him about it, you had kept everything a secret from him, and you quite enjoyed his videos.

He would stream every Tuesday night, and you always got excited for those times, against your better judgement.

Today, as it started and he came into view, wearing slutty women's lingerie, he looked delectable, and you got yourself comfy to watch him.

Some days he would ride a dildo, somedays he would use vibrators, but today, he didn't have anything.

After a moment, his scratchy voice piped up. "Today, I'll let you guys decide what I should do. Any suggestions?"

As people started writing furiously in the chat with requests for pegging, or overstimulation with vibrators, you sent your specific request with a donation.

Hump a pillow for me, pretty boy.

You knew he saw it when he gulped. "I guess I'll be...humping a pillow today."

You almost giggled at how awkward he sounded, but your gaze fixed in when he tentitively grabbed a pillow.

His signature gloved hands pulled the pillow to him, and he slowly straddled it, seemingly hoping someone would make him do something else instead.

But everyone was fixed in, and he faltered for a moment before hesitantly grinding his hips along the soft fabric.

Letting out a soft 'hah', he started picking up the pace, precum already getting onto the pillow and staining the fabric.

Shigaraki seemed frustrated, like he couldn't get the exact pleasure he wanted. As he tried thrusting at different angles, he let out pants, trying desperately to feel good.

Grind nice and deep for me, you're so desperate, aren't you?

He glaced up to see what you wrote, and let out a wanton moan, nodding his head vigorously.

He made sure to thrust deeper, wringing out extra pleasure with each movement.

With the sluttiness of the act and all of the eyes upon him, he got close very soon, and moans and whimpers poured out of him.

"Can I~ please, can I cum?" His desperate voice was making you feel feral, but you wanted to see him suffer more.

Don't cum just yet. We're gonna have some fun with you.

"Fuck, no~please! I've been good, I have to~ hng"

He had to slow down in order to obey, but the despair on his face was clear as he edged himself.

Good boy. Rub those nipples for me, yeah?

"I, ah, I don't~"

He tried to protest, but it was weak, and his hands drifted up.

Hips still roving on the pillow, which had wet patches from all the leaking precum, he twisted his nipples, making them nice and puffy.

Speed up. Put on a good show and I'll let you cum.

He sped up greatly at the thought of cumming, everything was built up in him and he needed to release, but he knew he had to do what you said.

He was groaning, the delicious friction of the pillow was barely the amount he needed, and his hands on his nipples were teasing him as he built himself back up at a snails pace.

He arched his back for you, a little bit of drool slipping out of the mask, and he looked for permission, tears pooling in his eyes.

Cum for me, slut.

With a sharp cry, he let go, spoiling the pillow with his large amount of cum, still thrusting slightly to ride out his orgasm.

Once he had comd down slightly, he chanted 'thank you thank you thank you', and smiled lazily, ending the stream.

After a moment of lying there, he was about to get up to clean himself up when he heard your voice in the hallway.

"Shigarakiiiiii," you sang.

Eyes widening slightly, he focused on making his voice sound normal. "Go away. I'm busy."

You leaned next to the closed door to his room with a smirk on your face. "Yeah, busy being a whore."

Fear shot through him, but he reasoned with himself, it was probably a coincidence, you were probably just guessing. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Bringing your lips to the crack of the door, you made your voice extra playful. "Suuure you don't. Who do you think told you to hump that pillow? Now be a good boy and let me in."

Fuck. Shigaraki was screwed.

~~~~~~~~~

Kinktober Masterlist Link

New neighbor(Konigs version)

Konig watched you.

Every movement,every footstep,every breath.

His eyes watched you.

In his mind,you were his.

His cute,little,civilian neighbor.

He had retired from the military a few months back and had moved into a small neighborhood. You were the first one to introduce yourself and make him feel safe.

He towered over you,but you weren’t terrified of him.

Anytime you smile,his heart feels like it’s going to burst.

He knew then and there,you were his to protect.

So,whenever you invited him over for dinner to check up on him,he had to calm himself.

You open the door,wearing something very nice and pretty and he felt all of his blood rush to his cock.

“Hi Konig.” You let him in.

“Hello.” He nods,not wanting to say more due to his raging hard on.

“Dinners almost ready.” You smile.

He felt like he was going to break. That smile,that pretty face,the women who’s been in his dreams for months.

“C-can I go freshen up in your bathroom?” He asks,praying you can’t see his bulge.

“Of course.” You lead him to the bathroom.

He thanks you and steps inside,making quick work of his belt once he knows your back downstairs.

He bites his mask as he jerks off,keeping his moans to a minimum. His hand isn’t working though,knowing that you’re downstairs,so close. He accepts defeat,putting back on his pants and washing his hands.

He walks back downstairs to find two beautifully crafted plates. He sits at the table.

“Thank you.” He smiled under his mask.

“No problem,Konig.” You down and start eating.

The dinner was filled with a sweet conversation as you eat the amazing meal you created.

You smile at him,and he’s about to hit his breaking point.

“Konig?” You look at him expecting.

“Hm? Sorry.” Konig snaps out of the trance.

“Are you feeling okay?” You gently grab his hand.

He nods. “Yeah,I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Okay,good.” You smile.

He snaps at that,his breath getting heavy and his face is flushed. He grabs your hands,looking at

you pleadingly. “Liebling,please.”

“Please what?” You say innocently.

“I need you.” And he did. A deep,carnal need that oozed into every crevice of his being.

“Where do you need me?” You get up.

“Let me fuck you,Liebling.” You’re a bit taken back at first,but take the challenge,straddling his lap. His hands go to your hips,squeezing the delectable bit of fat there.

You lift his mask,thankfully to see his face. He has a lewd look on his face,pupils blown in lust.

You kiss him,a hungry all consuming kiss like you were trying to take his very essence into you.

“Let’s get this dress off,yes?” He smiles and reaches for the zipper. He unzips it,letting the shiny material pool inbetween you two. He makes quick work of it,tossing it to the side.

You kiss him,unlatching your bra and tossing it to the side. His large hand slides inbetween your lush thighs,thick fingers touching you over your lace panties.

You let out a high pitched moan,hips rolling for more friction.

“Be a good girl,Liebling,and let me prep you.”

“You don’t have to,Ko.”

“No,Liebling,I really do.” He tares the fabric of the lace,throwing them with the rest of the clothes.

“Oh so wet.” He smiles,observing your pussy. His fingers slowly pump in and out of you,at first it was only one,but soon it was three. You moan,grinding into his hand.

“Hng,fuck!” You toss your head back as a unholy moan leaves you.

He smiles when you come onto his hand. “Good fucking girl,Liebling.” He unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants,showing his bulge.

You reach out,raking your nails down his abs to his underwear and sliding it off.

“Oh my god,how is it so big?” You look up at him,wide eyed.

“You flatter me.” He smiles. “Now,take it like the good girl you are.” You sink onto him,moaning at the adjustment to his size.

“Holy fuck,your cunts so fucking tight,Liebling.”

He helps you ride him,his hands providing a comfortable coolness to your hips.

You lean forward and bite his shoulder,not enough to draw blood,but enough to sting.

He takes your face with his free hand and kisses you,sloppy and sensual.

You moan into the kiss as his dick stroked your clit,loving the feeling.

After a few amazing moments,the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum,your walls spasming. He comes too,his cum filling you too the brim.

He smiles hazily up at you.

“That was amazing,Libling.”

You’re too fucked out to formulate a response,so you nod and nuzzle into his chest.

“Mhm.” You murmer against his warm skin. “Amazing.”

(Old writing,so kinda shitty ,I’m sorry)

i know youre mostly doing cod guys but thoughts on forced breeding reaper :)

tw noncon!

(i actually decided to take this in a little bit of a different direction so i hope that's okay, then i just wrote this, uh, oops!)

imagining a scenario where you've been kidnapped by talon--you barely remember what happened since on minute everything was fine, and the next the building you're in is a pile of rubble.

you come to in a medical wing, but no ordinary one, and you see the wicked doctor standing over you, promising you that you'll have a better time than her other subjects.

it's a few weeks in when you first see him, being ushered in by the doctor and injected with god knows what. you hadn't dared look at him for longer than a second, but he noticed you. and started to notice you more and more.

once you recovered from your injuries, moire started you on some injections, and no matter how much you pleaded she wouldn't share what they were for.

admittedly you didn't feel much different, until one day you were placed in a room, only for reaper to be pushed in as the door is locked behind him.

"open up, o'deorian." he's growling as he pounds against the door, and fear starts to spread through you. when he turns to acknowledge you, everything gets worse.

he's on you in an instant, swirling across the room as mist and reappearing just to pin you against the wall with a clawed hand. he's panting, form smoking more than usual as he sense the way you react to his touch--fear and arousal.

you swallow, the realisation of moira's experiments hitting you both at the same time. she made you want each other. before you can open your mouth to voice a protest, reaper is shredding through your garments, exposing every inch of you to him as your body shivers involuntarily--whatever moira has been pumping you full of seems to be taking full effect under the wraiths touch.

every touch of his is done with a brutal efficiency--discarding your clothes and his, positioning you perfectly with your pressed against the wall with your ass bare to him.

he gives you no time to prepare, no time for your mind to catch up to your body, as he pushes in his thick, hard cock in one swift push, forcing your pussy to accommodate him. the growls he emits are overwhelming, vibrating through your body as he bounces you off his cock with ease.

"hng, such a tight little cunt." he snarls, clawed hand pressing down on your neck as he rails you. "i would've taken you without all this, but o'deorian insisted."

his cold mask presses against your cheek as his body fully dwarfs yours, and he continues to use your hole as he sees fit. the moans coming from you are entirely involuntary, your body betraying your mind at the behest of the chemicals inside you. reaper seems amused regardless.

he continues his taunting along with his thrusts, each word a deathly, aroused gasp. "she said it'll be needed for me to properly breed you. to make your body ready for me."

panic floods you at the same time his cum does--cold, unlike any human man, and about to turn you into an incubator for the reaper's babies.

Donations

Dano!Riddler, word count: 560 trade: the whole point is that he's against the corrupt elite who waste their money, so why on earth would someone think to tip him like this... 🐀💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: sex toys, threats

Sitting as comfortably as he could on his chair, Eddie spoke into the voice modulator, covering up the trembling as best as he could as he tried to return to his lecture. The masses were waiting. They needed to hear him.

He watched the comments tick by on the side of the screen, his information pinned to the top, where he studied it again. The varying levels of strength for the Lovense toy detailed for anyone who was willing. A strange offer, but a couple of people were already taking advantage of it.

$20 for 10 seconds at low strength. $40 for 15 seconds at medium strength and $75 for 15 seconds at high strength. Out of curiosity, and to try and be humorous more than anything else, there was also the option to send $1’000 for 30 seconds at your choice of speed and strength his way, something that would really help fund his research into what his next target might be. Though that had been something of an ambitious concept in his mind.

Or at least he had hoped it was, or would have remained that way. Because the torment and arousal building within him was far too much for him to cope with. Not to mention how much it infuriated him.

“So you have this kind of money to AH… ah ha… ha… waste, and you’re will-ING GOD to spend it on thi-i-i-isss…? Shameful!”

He’d tried to dissuade them, issuing a sharp insult their way when the first $1k had been donated. He’d though it was a joke. A comment on his anti-capitalist and anti-wealth statements. But the money had kept coming, and with it came the powerful sensations that pulsed through his body, the low rumbling in his abdomen, the sweat forming on his brow below his mask.

“D-do you even – heh – know what I’m doing he-ERE? Or are you just ge-e-etting off to this?”

Nothing in the chat, at least nothing to suggest the reasons behind why he now had almost $15k sitting in his pot. Plus $20 dollars extra, he noted, as another alert pinged up.

“See! That’s normal support. That’s… hng… that’s how you… ah… do it… no one with money like you should… should… should…”

He was biting his lips, his cock twitching aggressively, leg muscles tensing as he strained against the inevitable orgasm that was building up within him. He had to stop this, as soon as possible, lest he look like the pathetic whore, the play thing of the wealthy in yet another arena.

His fingers moved quickly, frantically, typing and clicking as he traced the location of his ‘anonymous’ donor. In stunned silence, he gritted his teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he palmed at his cock, trying desperately to press down his erection. The slick spot of precum that seeped through his pants felt cold against his palm, but he let it lay there, too angry at the revelation to bother himself with the discomfort.

“Your beach house!? You have a beach house!?”

The chat went quiet, but one message came through.

Several, actually. I’m at my fourth. And I suppose you have figured out where that is now?

Into the microphone, he spat his retort.

“Of course I do. And when I get my hands on you, you’ll be the first of the money-grabbing scum who are wiped out.”

Perfect. It’s a date.

He is so FINE.

I CABT get this man out of my head

Ghost x male reader

Female aligned dni <3

As ghost called me over on the intercoms asking if it was clear I had a realization.

I had a fat crush on him.

I called back over saying that the area was clear and continued on with our mission we we’re supposed to retrieve some type of plans for our next mission so coming back empty handed was not an option.

Ghost jogged over to where I was and gave me the signal to follow him while we were walking around ghost suddenly pulled me into a closet and covered my mouth once he removed his hand I spoke “ What was that all about?” He answered “there’s people outside” I silently let out a scream the closet was pretty cramped ghost was pressed against my body his leg in between my thighs the atmosphere was tense so I tried to lighten it with small talk “ are they still outside the door?” He ignored my question and continued doing whatever he was doing so much for small talk I guess.

It had been about five minutes since anyone has said anything but I suddenly felt a shift in ghost leg making his leg brush up against me I bit my lip to hold back my sound of shock but a litte whimper slipped out ghost looked over to me “what’s happened you ok?” I said yes and spoke “so are the people still outside?” He spoke “ yeah they’re still there we may be stuck here awhile” I felt his knee shift again but this time I couldn’t help but let out a small whimper I felt my body heat increasing ghost looked over at me again “Are you sure you’re ok?” He asked in a low tone I gasped as I felt him shift once again “y-yeah I’m fine” he started bouncing his leg “are you sure?” “F-fuck” I breathed out “y-yeah don’t worry I’m good” I felt him move closer to me his mouth right beside my ear “you sure?” I felt him move up his leg and slowly started rocking it back and forth I couldn’t take it I bit onto his neck to try to muffle my moans and whimpers I heard him chuckle into my ear and felt his hands slowly making their way to my thighs I thanked god that the lights were off because I could feel myself slowly becoming undone just by his hands on my waist

He gripped onto me and started moving my waist I let out an embarrassing high pitched moan as I felt myself getting closer he moved one of his hands to go up to my face I felt his hand on my chin as he tilted my head up he took of his mask and leaned in for a kiss I couldn’t breath I felt to overstimulated the way he was grinding my hips into his thigh how I felt his mouth making its way down my neck trying to find any skin to nip at I started crying he let go of my waist and stopped kissing me “go on continue” I felt my body heat increase more if that was even possible I slowly started grinding my hips into his leg letting out breathy moans I all the sudden let out a high pitched moan as I rolled my hips just right I heard ghost panting and I felt his hand find their way to my waist again to push me harder down onto him “fuck y/n you have no idea what you do to me” he started grinding my hips for me my mind becoming clouded with lust “seeing you around the base always acting carefree flirting with other people as if you don’t belong to me” all I could do was let out small moans I felt his leg move away from my thigh but hell something else take it’s place “fuck do you see what you do to me y/n?” He grabbed my hand and brought it down to his cock “you belong to me and only me remember that” he slowly started rocking his hips against mine and I felt myself get closer to my release I started moving my hips to mach ghost rhythm but ultimately failed as I felt him grab my hips to stop me “once we get back to base going to fuck you so good going to make you scream my name pretty boy” I let out a high pitched whine and buried my face into the crook of simons neck “hng~ I’m close” I moaned out into his neck all the sudden he stopped moving I let out a whine “why did you stop?” “I want to hear you moan out my name as I make you cum I want everyone here to hear how good I’m making you feel” he spoke possessively I nodded hoping he could feel me approving of his demands “It’s not going to be that easy I need you to say it. Let me hear you beg to cum” I couldn’t handle it I just needed to cum “Yes yes! i won’t be silent anymore just please, please let me cum” I whined out ghost started rocking his hips against mine again but this time going faster than before before I knew it I reached my limit and dogged my nails into ghosts back I felt my brain turn to mush as a whimper left my mouth once I came down from my high Simon was still rocking his hips against mine “p-please Simon slow down I just c-came” he didn’t seem to hear me as he kept on going his head rested on my neck and I heard him say “you are mine and only mine” his hips jerked up against mine causing me to moan once Simon slowed down he spoke to me “you think you’ve got one more in you?” This time he put back his leg in between my thighs “H-ha~ s-simon I’m still sensitive” he started grinding his leg into me “I know so what’s one more orgasm hm? You want to be a good boy for me don’t you?” Ghost grabbed my hips once again started to grind faster “f-fuck ghost I’m cumming” I felt tears fall from my eyes the sensation was to much my hips stilled as I came once again after I came down from my high ghost let go of my hips and moved his leg away from me he picked up his mask and spoke “come on let’s get moving” I tried to fix myself up as best as I could and when ghost opened the door no one was outside I was surprised no one heard us but I’m not complaining my legs feeling a little wobbly I stepped outside and leaned against a wall when ghost looked over to me he chuckled “Jesus you look so beautiful like this” he touched my cheek lovingly and kissed my mouth with his mask he whispered in my ear “just wait till we get back to base” he let go of me and beckoned me to follow tonight was going to be a long night I thought to myself.

The end <3

Hey guys sorry for being so inactive I have more stories coming out so be prepared lmao but hope you have a nice day

I am lost in the sauce of thinking about how Bruce would react to Robin!Kon. Does he obsess over the fact that an alternate version of him lost and replaced Tim? Does he feel guilty for not taking Kon in in this version of reality? Is he paranoid about and/or intrigued by the potential of a Superboy with full Robin training?

(Knowing Bruce, it’s probably option D: all of the above, but expressed in the worst way.)

he would stand on the roof and brood. so much.

GOD okay no but delving into the bruce and kon dynamic is so... HNG. it's thorny because bruce has been written as warm and kind to kon AND an anti-meta racist asshole to kon. because of who i am as a person i tend to ignore and throw out the latter bc i want to like bruce and its really impossible to make him consistent as a character without picking and choosing stuff to throw out, but... whoof.

but with that established it's so... augh. the idea of having lost tim (who only ever became robin because he lost jason first - that's two robins, two kids, dead, one after another) absolutely would haunt him. the idea of superboy (an alternate universe superboy, no less, one he knows very little about) knowing all the bat secrets and tips and tricks... well, it's not as bad as it could be, since he does trust clark's judgment and clark trusts superboy and all, but. it's not his favorite thing.

honestly, i think main universe bruce would be so fucking awkward with robin kon, more than anything. he wouldn't know how to handle the horror of his existence + this version of kon who knows him so much better than he knows kon.

what i think is really fun, though, is robin kon's relationship with his own bruce.

tim dies. bruce spirals hard. he's in a dark pit. this is jason all over again - worse, in a way, because he never fully got over jason and now it's happening again and all the old wounds are reopening but now there's new ones on top. he is in a deep, dark pit.

and then superboy joins him there.

this is a young kon. he's still sixteen. he's never experienced loss before. his first brush with grief is his best friend being ripped away from him, and he's barely even a year old. it consumes him.

so he gravitates to the other person being wholly consumed by grief. and here's bruce, broken and grieving hard and furious with the world and himself, faced with another child who loved the child he just lost so much he can't let go. what can he do? can he bring himself to turn aside a boy who loved his boy? tim's best friend? can he really?

of course he can't.

they don't make each other better so much as they just... keep each other on a leash. bruce can't let himself go too far, get too reckless or suicidal or masochistic in punishing himself, because if he has a near-scare there's a boy waiting for him back home to cry and scream and rip into him that he can't do that, he can't, i've already lost tim you can't make me lose you too you can't do that to me you can't.

he trains kon to act as a robin. to wait, to listen, to learn. to hide his strength and his flight, to keep secrets bigger than himself. he trains kon and puts him behind robin's mask - another child in that costume, wearing new colors this time - and hopes he's not making a mistake.

but hey. at least this kid is more... crowbar/explosion/bullet-proof?

Angry sex with a big chunky helmet man and a very small bunny man (they actually just hug)

Big smelly bf that's a little too much into rp. And rearranging your guts（ΦωΦ）

FAF YOUR TAGS‼️‼️‼️‼️👁👄👁 how am I supposed to stay sane after reading that ❕️❕️I wanna draw it ❕️❕️✍️✍️

KASHY LISTEN!!! work has me in a grip and seeing that made me go OO anyways

It smelled of her.

Ever since he got it back, Green was at lost at the scent that was stuck on the material. It smelled of sweet skin and sweeter sweat. While laughing it off and dismissing the matter with a wave of his hand in front of her, once he’s back home, his masks shattered to pieces by his foot.

Green brought the jacket closer, nose nuzzling the insides of the collar. He took one breath, then shuddered at the scent that could only be emitted by the perfume around her neck. It smelled of lilies and other floral notes, tickling his nostrils that made him dig his face even more.

Lying by his side on the soft, empty bed, Green wrapped the jacket around his arms, pressing it closer to his flushed face.

He could see her. Lying next to him. Face adorably red and lips puffy and pink. A kiss would be bestowed upon his head while he himself would be immersed in the soft plush of her breasts.

A sharp breath was inhaled.

To smell her. To kiss her. To feel her. To eat her—

“Leaf...”

To have her.

His legs shifted at the discomfort in his pants. One hand clutched the jacket harder, while the other hesitated near his hips, wondering if he should relieve himself like a perverted fool.

Dignity melted along with the tantalizing scent, Green tilted his head upwards and released a panted breath. Hooded eyes glazed with wanton. Aching chest tightened with desire.

“Hng...” A low groan grumbled in his throat.

Knowing that he might as well find pleasure in his foolishness, Green slid his other hand down. Down to the side of his hip. Down into his pants.

As his eyes closed and his nose nuzzled, all he could see was her.

Omg masked men are so…. Hng

Like omg

Brahms heelshire

Will graham

Billy loomis

Stu matcher

Etc.

It’s the whole hidden/partially hidden face thing. The anonymity adds to the overall spooky factor. 10/10

霊圧 + 淫慾. // spiritual pressure + lust. [twoop x sy]

𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑻 // 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻. by sashi-ya 𝐀̈𝐒 𝐍𝐎̈𝐃𝐓 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .nsfw

𝐭𝐰: 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖. dark to say the least. blood kink, bite, death threats, fucking in the middle of hueco mundo. first time i write something with him, bare with me. reader is gn, no genitalia specified nor pronouns used. // 𝚠𝚌: 654 // 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 // 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @tealcat001 @dumbbitch223 @bookandyarndragon @ilibili @stygianoir @zell69 @jin-supremacy01 // 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 @the-witch-of-one-piece

The fear cold, silent. White fabrics, why is everything lacking colour here? his skin, his clothes, no sound.

His touch, so subtle, his nails grazing your completely naked flesh. Inspecting you, feeling the bumps of your body on his fingertips. He looks at you with his head tilted to the side, his long hair falling like a black waterfall. And black are also two orbs that observe you with curious stare.

His gloved hand reaching for your face; pulling down your cheek he inspects your eye socket. The sound of his soft breathing echoing in your head as he comes closer to your lips.

The spikes on his mask about to poke holes into you. “Please don’t hurt me” you plead.

You can’t see his mouth, but his eyes show he might be smiling. “Why? Are you scared of feeling pain?” the Sternritter asks, with low raspy voice, so calmed, enjoying your now shaky limbs.

“Yes… but, I know you don’t want to hurt me…” you whisper, with trembling lips.

His hand round your neck, As’ arm is as thin as bone covered in a fine pale skin mantle. He presses softly, like a sweet torture, enough to make you feel uncomfortable, but not to make you faint.

“Is that what your instinct is telling you? Or that’s just your own heart trying to give you a reason not to succumb to pure fear?”

You blink, maybe he is right… maybe he isn’t… but there are instincts way stronger than fear…one of them, is Lust.

“Are you afraid, As?”

A sudden reaction that leaves you unable to respond, gets you pressed against the darkness over a wall of who knows where.

You can feel his bony constitution carved against your back, the protrusion of his pelvis hitting the small of your back. The scent of his skin that reminds you of a mix of the smell you found in hospitals, blood, and flowers… visitation, funeral perfume.

The Quincy’s nails scratch the wall, the spikes of his mask seems to pierce your nape. “I only fear two things, and none of them are you” he whispers, taking away his mask, nuzzling in your hair.

“Should I penetrate you with my thorns first? Or should I use my own body to instil fear in you?” he asks, taking his long coat off.

You dare to look at him from the side, as now your cheek is squeezed against the wall. A subtle blueish light comes from the moon of the eternal night of Hueco Mundo, your reishi and his aligning somehow, and a growing anticipation for the experience you are about to live.

“Body, use your body” “Hng”

Your eyes turning white, his ribcage pressed against your back, merciless thrusts that both make you shiver and moan. Your palms against the wall, his over your hands, his claws carving marks on the base of your phalanges for a better grip.

His long hair tickling your skin, your shoulders. His low growls, your loud whines. Images of the worst of your fears overcoming pleasure, and pleasure overcoming them in an endless circle of terror and lust.

“Why are you screaming? Out of terror? Out of pain? Why?” “Out of pure pleasure… don’t stop, please”

Bites on your shoulders, on your back. Teeth so exposed grazing your skin, and you are not afraid, you are not grossed out… is not looks what scares you, his beauty could never really scare you.

The scent of blood growing stronger, his tongue tasting your ferrous liquids coming from your skin sheading to pieces.

“it’s ok, feed on me, on my instinct” “I wanna kill you, I wanna rip you apart so many times… I want you to tell me what hell really feels like”

Endless drilling, in and out. Mercilessly, violently, painfully, and yet so blissfully good to your body…

“You are the one scared, you are the one with fear…”

To be Awake

Whumptober23 day 31- take it easy fandom- batman TW- panic attack summary- Jason wakes up

ao3 whumptober23 masterlist part 5 of WDKY

Jason wakes up slowly, there’s a beeping sound in the background. Where is he? He tries to remember. Black Mask. He was going after Black Mask, but there was a trap. 

The beebing started going faster, as Jason remembered what had happened. The cattle prod, Black Mask leaving, a black shadow entering the room.

“Take it easy.” says a voice and Jason opens his eyes.

That’s Dick, hovering above him.

Jason stiffents. No. Nononononono. They aren’t supposed to know he’s back yet. He hasn’t finished his plan.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, just breathe.” 

He needs to get off here, they’ll just lock him up. He wasn’t supposed to come back. He was supposed to stay dead. The Robin who failed, who was impulsive and stupid. Why is he here? Why didn’t they just toss him in Arkham? Is it to interrogate him? Ask him how he came back before tossing him in a cell.

He tries to sit up, but his wrists won’t move. He looks down, they’ve used the restraints.

He can see that Dick is still talking but he can’t hear anything through the high pitched whine in his head. His breaths are coming too fast, but he can’t control himself.

He can’t move. He’s trapped.

His mind flashes to the coffin and he starts to struggle more. His vision is starting to go dark from the lack of oxygen. There are hands on his shoulders, Dick is hovering right above his face but he can’t hear anything.

It’s too much. He’s trapped. His plan is ruined. They’re going to toss him in a cell next to the Joker, or finish the job themselves.

Finally, mercifully, his body shuts down from lack of oxygen, the heart monitor practically screaming in the background.

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Dick is emailing the gymnastic studio to tell them he won’t be at work tomorrow when the heart monitor starts beeping faster. 

He looks up, Jason’s awake. A moment later, his breaths start to pick up and Dick sets his computer aside and stands by the medical cot. 

“Take it easy. It’s okay, you’re okay. Just breathe.” Dick says. He wants to wrap his brother in a hug, but resists. Jason is already freaking out, he’ll probably react negatively to physical contact.

But Jason’s panic increases, regardless.

“Jason, please! You’re safe, no one is going to hurt you.” Dick repeats hovering above his brother.

But it’s clear Jason isn’t listening to him. He’s struggling against his restraints, the heart monitor is beeping so quickly it’s practically screaming.

Finally, Dick decides to risk it and places his hands on Jason’s shoulders, trying to ground him.

But it’s not working. Dick glances to the medbay door. Everyone else had been up in the manor, but they've surely been alerted and are on their way down. But no one is here yet. He turns back to Jason. Maybe he should give him another sedative?

“Jason, Jason, Jason, Jason. Please.” Dick feels tears fill his eyes.

But his brother doesn't seem to hear him, and then he slumps, unconscious.

Dick collapses in the chair and puts his head in his hands.

 The heart monitor has steadied out.

He hears footsteps running to the medbay and Bruce steps in a moment later.

He stops as soon as he steps in, taking in the situation.

“What happened?”

“He freaked out, started hyperventilating, then passed out.” Dick says clinically, not lifting his head.

Bruce takes a seat next to him.

“He’ll be okay.” Bruce says with the same quiet surety that he uses when he talks about how they will capture the latest criminal.

“We don’t even know how he’s not… And why didn’t he come home?”

“Talia isn’t answering any of my calls.”

“So she knows something?”

“Hng.”

Dick sighed, sitting up straight. “We need to get answers from her. If she’s connected to this,” Dick waved his hand toward Jason, “we need to know what we’re dealing with.” He paused. “His eyes were glowing green, Bruce.They were the same color as the Pit.”

He felt Bruce stiffen. “I’ll try calling her again. I’ll let Tim and Aflred know what happened.” He got up and went over to the Batcomputer.

Dick looked over towards Jason. They’d figure this out. He just got his little brother back, he wasn’t about to lose him again.

”Oh thank King’s Dad for a distraction!” -Luz and Camila both right now

oh no, miki and roka were actually kikimora and her abomatron in disguise I am so shocked and surprised at this twist.

I do appreciate the theatrics of dramatically pulling the cloth off the abomatron while also shedding your disguise Kikimora, but I still wonder how you managed to fit all that hand under that tiny wig. It’s impossible, it’d take mag…it’d take magic… like illusion magic… which you can cast since you were in the Emperor’s Coven with access to all magics… huh. 

I love how Luz’ reaction upon realizing who Miki really is is ”Ugh, not you again!” And you know what, I give Kiki a lot of crap, but I actually kinda like her, she’s funny.

Oh, so that’s the deal with the mask. 

Let’s see… Kiki and Boscha captured Willow in the corridor… and now they put Camila, Luz, Amity, and Mattholomule to sleep. That leaves Gus and Hunter awake and able to lend a hand.

(Boscha was in the potion track, so of course she’d know how to make a sleeping potion)

Back at The Archive House Tiara Halls, Philip is slowly bringing Raine’s body through the halls, I presume towards The Collector and King’s shared bed… room? And that is totally me guessing, I didn’t watch a few seconds further than this screenshot implies, not at all.

The reason I paused here though, is because we see here some Philip goo running down Raine’s cheek, which Philip quickly wipes away. Now, this could just more imagery showing Philip slowly dissolving as he’s done constantly throughout this episode, but…

With the way the slime runs down Raine’s cheek, seemingly coming from the eye and even the way Philip wipes it away… it looks a lot like a tear to me. A thick, gooey, disgusting tear, but a tear. Which begs the question: is this Philip crying, or a sign of Raine fighting back against the possession, much like Hunter did in the episode before?

I’d venture to guess it’s the latter.

Oh no, nonononononono NO! Please donät work, please don’t work, please don’t work!

Hng… didn’t I mention the possibility of Philip trying to possess The Collector earlier?? I REALLY hope I’m wrong about that!

(this is the 100:th screenshot of this episode. woo… kinda wish it’d be of something a little happier than this)