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kazutora-kurokawa · 2 days

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Obsessed with Kafka from Kaiju no. 8 right now, so here's some random NSFW hcs

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♥️ Loves eating you out, especially when he's in his Kaiju form. His tongue is long as hell and hits every spot, plus he loves seeing you writhe underneath him

♥️ Has a size kink, I know y'all peeped his dad bod 🫠 the bulk of this man has me going feral

♥️ First thing on his mind when he goes in his Kaiju form is "how the hell will he be able to fuck you?". He doesn't see a dick when he's in his Kaiju form, he deadass pissed out his nipples that one time. But eventually he figures out how to make his dick appear and best believe he puts it to good use on you

♥️ Likes lazy morning sex, something about spending the morning holding you in his strong arms and filling your pussy up just makes him feel complete

♥️ You should've already guessed by now but, Kafka's dick is literally so fat. He feels guilty whenever you give him head because he can feel your mouth stretching around his girth and hear you gagging on him. He feels a little less guilty though, when he looks down and sees your messy face and fucked out expression

note: This is about to be a little rant-y and kinda unhinged but listen. I'm not a housewife or anything but my god if this man was my husband 🤭 every time he comes back from work the house would be spotless, dishes washed, laundry washed, dried, ironed, and hung up, dinner on the table, dessert in the fridge and most importantly I'd be ready to fuck because GODDAMN THIS MAN IS FINE AS FUCK 😮‍💨 Thank you for coming to my ted talk 🩷

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@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

if y'all don't wanna be tagged in Kaiju no. 8 stuff, just lemme know

#kaiju no. 8 #kafka hibino #kafka hibino smut #kaiju no. 8 smut #kaiju no. 8. headcanons #still got 10 requests but hey..no rush lol #I'm writing for myself today 🙃 no pressure just vibes #wanna write a little drabble about getting head from Kafka #maybe later after I eat breakfast or sumthin #it's almost 11 in the morning but smut doesn't have a time limit lol

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secondarily-firstly · 18 hours

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Prologue

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You’d have thought the scent of rain pouring around you would have been enough to mask that of the copper clinging to your hands. It sure was enough to wash away the evidence of its existence—hot crimson droplets fading to a rusted tan as the frigid rain washed it from your fingertips. You watched it as a child might watch droplets race down the window, with hope that they would fade away to the bottom without a thought.

The heavy metal of the gun in your hand felt weightless in your grasp, and you looked down in wonderment thinking that perhaps it’d been taken from you. It wasn’t likely, and your suspicions were confirmed by the fact that you were, still, dreadfully alone. No one else on this lonesome hiking trail, high above the city, but you. You, you, you.

There was blood leading to the spot you stood, smudged in mud that would no doubt be washed away by morning. The ground was slick, water pooling in the drag marks created by muddy heels. Your work had been done for you, but it had been your turn to contribute.

How you hated being alone.

The slumped form before you, dumped into spiny brush, hardly looked like something that once was a man. A man who walked amongst you, for a time, who breathed, spoke, laughed, and cried. Who had a business, and who made choices that affected it. Some right choices, some so insignificant as to how he organised his desk…and some so dreadfully wrong that it cost him more than he could pay. You wondered, for a moment, why he chose such a debt to take on. Surely he would have known the consequences? In this world, however…you doubted he was as much an idiot as he was made out to be.

There was no room for sympathy when it came to suits. They were tailored for coverup, and for image. Portraits were painted by blood and dusted by gunpowder. Only those at the very top painted the best images, and you weren’t looking to become a new shade of crimson for their portraits. Neither was this poor slump, you supposed…but you felt no guilt for being alive. Nor did you feel guilt when you left him there, covered by dying brush that would take even the vultures days to find.

No trails, no cred.

You closed your eyes when you held that metal weight in your hand up, finally feeling the weight in your palm. No longer did it feel light, or weightless, as you pulled the trigger…the heaviness of the recoil being especially grounding.

There wasn’t as much blood as there might have been, days ago, when the suit had taken his final breath. The impact of bullet through flesh, no matter how bloated, was unmistakable. Though, without a heart to interrupt, it hardly spilled blood. You supposed that was mercy on your part. You had blood on your hands already. Even if it wasn’t fresh. Even if it was long dead. The rusted crimson that dripped from your fingertips still carried that copper scent.

Impossible for something as simple and clueless as rain to wash away.

A/N: The first instalment of the au is here! 🥳 Sorry it’s short, but it’ll pick up as it goes on, I promise! This is the first thing I’ve actually put effort into writing in months, so I’m just gonna be taking baby steps for now 🥲

Pls lemme know if y'all find errors!

Also! I won’t be listing the warnings on each post, but the warnings pertaining to each chapter WILL be on the masterlist post for this au. Each chapter will have footnotes there so there won’t be blindsiding by chapter contents. It will be the reader’s responsibility to read the Masterlist for warnings!

#Burn3 #call of duty #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #tf141 #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #soap x reader #poly 141 x reader #poly 141 #reader insert #x fem!reader

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0ffbrand-h3tch · 2 days

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Made a Genloss au, lemme break it down for y'all.

Ok so basically Hetch *is* the heart and brain of the facility.

The Founder did that to him in order to automate the company.

But it backfired and now we have what's the closest thing to God that there's on earth.

So yeah, basically Hetch is trying to make the company's media reach bigger and bigger with shows and stuff so he can infect devices around the world and have eyes *everywhere*.

All to find the Founder, and make him hurt for the rest of this planet's existence.

Hetch wants to fully remove whatever flesh he has left, he wants to be just machine, it hurts to love, to be human.

And if you want to know about the rest of the cast?

Charlie got too... Rude, and Hetch eliminated him (he regrets this to date and has even made an ai Charlie to replace the real one, it doesn't help him.)

The rest of them are just there, really.

Not really mind controlled or trapped but too scared to stop working on the shows, except for Ranboo who could not be more stoked to be here, and Sneeg, that doesn't want to leave whatever remains of his big brother.

#Au: Whatever Flesh Remains #and it has a decent name too!#generation loss #genloss

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universalcarnival · 6 months

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@royalreef gets a starter from Susie:

The beach was definitely one of the most fun places for Susie to go, the rays of sun catching on her scales, the sound of the waves and the coolness they bring, and the general vibe of the people enjoying everything else on the beach as well. Hunting for shells, making sandcastles, there's honestly a lot to do.

However, the best way Susie loved enjoying the beach was basically burrowing into the sand and becoming only a head on the beach while the rest of her body is submerged in cool sand. Definitely feels good against her naturally hot blooded body.

Of course, people tend to notice just a head sticking out of the sand with no one else around, but she doesn't seem to mind at the very least. Of course, she put herself there, and she doesn't exactly feel like getting out any time soon.

— " Hey, dude. Wassup? "

#✦『 SUSIE ✘ IN CHARACTER 』✦#✦『 VERSES ✘ MONSTER PROM 』✦#royalreef #i hand you one lil dumb dragon girl #enjoy!#lemme know if this works for y'all or not #but susie be vibing

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fate-defiant · 1 year

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Doodled this in aggie.io to try it out. Would anyone be interested in doing a drawing collab sorta thingy sometime?

#princess tutu #duck #fanart #my art #it works pretty decently #you do get like a limited amount of brushes unless you subscribe to them(understandable. gotta finance the upkeep of the site somehow)#but there;s enough to work with if you ask me #ya got your soft brushes ya got ya hard brushes you can fuck around with opacity and min width. you can get lotta mileage out of it #the basic principle is everyone has their own laye to work with but you can let other ppl into your layer and so on.#theres also both a chat and voice call option #tbh id like it if i could make that sorta thing a semi regular occurence? once every couple of months? depending on how well it goes.#i guess we could do it on like a drawpile sort of principle #or have everyone do like a sketch and then alternate with who does the lineart and the coloring on each skectch #or just. a chaotic everything everywhere all at once sort of approach #i dunno i think it'd be fun i reccomend checking it out! and if ya do lemme know what y'all think please!#also also you can export the work as a png and a psd or pngs of each layer.#im thinking. thinking #hmmmm thinking

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generalsmemories · 8 months

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i can have a normal day and suddenly at 3 AM while I wait for melatonin to kick in i get another epiphany but I'm also left groveling on the ground cause of said epiphany

#narus' corner #man....#jing yuan man....#much thoughts.#what flavor of mentally deranged shall i be when i wake up from my slumber #i dont know BUT LORD ITS NOT LOOKING GOOD #**pokes jing yuan** do smth about this #Have a surprise appearance next patch #grant me ur companion quest so i can haul u over to yhe express #you've had 4 cameos on different companion quests humor me #lemme see u #LEMME TALK TO U MORE U EEPY LION #or stuff u into a casket myself like i think that works too #listen what if we were made to make a pitstop at luofu by elio cause he knew shit would go down at penacony with the family #have y'all seen that description of them #straight up cult vibes i think we gonna be sacrificed #manipulation 101 with ur local pastor WHEEEZE #but then theres other sources saying its cartoon inspired and then i get more confused #manipulation by silly cartoons making silly noises #and thej somrone slams a giant hammer on us with an OH-HOY #AND WHO GONNA SAVE US SINCE WE CARRYING THAT JADE ABACUS #JING YUAN BABY SO TRUE MY LIEGE HE SHALL COME TO OUR RESCUE #but how the hell would that realistically work if the express always wormholes to reach other destinations #how fast is the luofu going if they have to derail of their path to stop at penacony likr

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babymapleleaf · 1 year

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Stede Bonnet's Age Regression Kit!

Boat & Anchor Pacifier Clip- $6.00

Children's Tea Party Set- $19.99

Helm Wheel Teething Toy- $5.80

Ocean Animals Water Bottle- $25.00

Weighted Microwavable Sea Turtle Stuffed Animal- $25.99

Nautical Children's Dishware Set- $14.99

Aqua Fidget Cube- $12.99

Pirate Fleece Blanket- $29.99

(Bonus: this crab toothbrush holder for $7.99, which I felt didn't quite fit the theme but is too cute not to mention!)

#thank you to the ppl who liked my post to encourage me to work on this <3 #i used to do little kits like this all the time and it's super fun so lemme know if y'all want to see more!!#also i definitely reccomend checking out the shops that made the paci clip and the teether bc they both have a lot more cute stuff!!#ofmd agere #regressor stede bonnet #fandom agere #sfw age regression #sfw agere #princet creations #princets scrapbook

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aberooski · 8 months

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Hey y'all! I'm considering maybe opening commissions since my financial situation is well, not great right now. So I was wondering,

Here's a few pieces I've done fairly recently for example, and you can find a bunch of stuff under my "abby attempts to draw" tag if you'd like! Most of what I post here is all gx stuff but I do and would gladly draw more things!

#I've been thinking about yhis for a while but I haven't been able to work up the nerve to ask 😅#but if there would be interest I'd happily look into getting that set up #just lemme know y'all!#abby attempts to draw #yugioh #ygo #yugioh gx #ygo gx #jaden yuki #chazz princeton #alexis rhodes #syrus truesdale #atticus rhodes #bastion misawa #art #my art #aberooski polls

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ifyougoillfollow · 2 years

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a song for a song

"Can you sing, senpai?"

Hizashi winces. He hadn't meant to cut Kayama off, even if he hasn't been entirely listening to a word she's said for the past hour or so.

Kayama straightens from her crouch, hands him yet another fistful of dirt-clodded roots to stuff into his increasingly soiled satchel. At this point, he's going to have to wash it. And his robes. And his hair, too, while he's at it. He should have braided it; it's getting kind of long. Now there's probably bugs in it.

Hizashi refuses to cry about it. Plenty of other things to cry about nowadays, and he's yet to cry about any of those, so bugs? Not gonna do it. Not today.

Kayama eyes him a little like she was eyeing those roots on the forest floor a second ago, but in the end she only snorts and says, "You're the bard here, not me."

"And you're the witch, yet here I am with dirty, smelly herbs in my robes."

"No one asked you to come, snotbrain."

Hizashi takes a moment to remind himself that he is not crying today, then says, "Well, fortunately for you, senpai, Aizawa has gotten much better at evading me with his stealthy ninja skills, so looks like you're stuck with my lovely, charmingly clingy self for the foreseeable future."

"Lucky me, indeed," Kayama mutters, even as she's foisting more assorted foliage onto Hizashi's wary arms. She waits until he deems each twig adequately bug-free before setting off again into whatever new direction through the trees her witchy senses are leading her towards.

"Yeah, I can sing," she answers at length, "I guess. Probably not as well as you can, though, if we're being honest. Not exactly my specialty, is it?"

There was a time, not two moons ago, when Hizashi would have preened at his senpai's first-ever admission that she likes his singing. Now, it just serves as a reminder of all the songs he's had caught in his throat since Oboro died.

Kayama is not looking at him, too busy charming her way through previously virgin forest brush in order to allow them easier passage. Hizashi feels her scrutiny regardless. The air is clear and sweet and open. Inviting. Hushed like a sated dinner crowd awaiting the first song of the evening. The absence where Hizashi's song would be if he weren't choking on it rings louder than his voice ever could.

Kayama slows, her shoulders rising gently in what could be a breath or a sigh. Hizashi nearly hightails it out of the forest right then and there – bugs and blushing virgin underbrush be damned – but when Kayama speaks it's only to tell him to keep an eye out for a flower that 'kind of looks like two monkeys fornicating,' and then she's off again about herbs and roots and spices and their many medicinal and decidedly non-medicinal applications.

She has a lovely voice, even when just speaking. Full and rich and with a little too much heat, like smoke from a spitting hearth fire. Hizashi's always wondered what it'd sound like in song, can't stop wondering even as she goes on and on about dirt and leaves and bark, until she finally stops to contemplate a vine unfurling from what might very well be the heavens for all the attention Hizashi's paying to it.

"Sing for me," he says, unable to choke the words down.

Kayama snorts, keeps contemplating her vine. "What, right now?"

Because that wasn't a 'no' and because she's not looking at him and because the clear forest air remains bereft of song, Hizashi asks, "Why not?"

"I don't know many songs, for one."

"Choose whatever. Anything at all."

"What if I choose a terrible song?" she asks, affecting a pout.

"No such thing, senpai!"

She rolls her eyes and bats the vine at him, but it's only a few beats before she caves. "Honestly, I only know lullabies," she says. "You know – for fussy little babies."

Hizashi laughs. "Lullabies are good! Sing me a lullaby, senpai!"

Kayama's answering grin is more teeth than anything, and it's also the first sign that Hizashi has walked into a trap. "All right," she says, voice too-innocent, "if you insist. Follow me." She flashes another snaketooth grin at him and disappears behind a curtain of vines.

At the sight of the lone finger she sticks back through to beckon him forward, Hizashi once again considers taking his chances on a solo sprint back out of the woods. In the end, his curiosity wins out over his meager self-preservation instincts. He follows.

The two-step trek through the vines is harrowing, but what he finds on the other side might be even more so. It's a perfectly picturesque clearing. Suspiciously picturesque. The clearing is warm and bright and cozy, with lush cloud-cover trees surrounding a bed of down-soft grass and wildflowers. There's even a brook babbling quietly to itself off to the side. A far cry from the barely tamed woods two steps behind him.

Kayama, perched on the grass below a swaying willow, laughs at whatever expression is on Hizashi's face. "Welcome to my den of decadence," she all but purrs, "where I bring all my... conquests."

Hizashi tries not to balk. Tries.

Kayama cackles. "Oh, don't flatter yourself. You wanted me to sing you a lullaby, so I'm going to sing you a lullaby. Properly." She pats a spot on the ground right next to her. "Come here."

Hizashi, forever hapless in the face of his senpai's schemes, does as he's told. Once he's seated, Kayama roots around in her bag for some incense to light ("For the bugs," she informs him with a roll of her eyes) and a stoppered vial filled with an unidentified lavender-colored liquid.

"For you," she says expectantly.

Hizashi downs the contents of the vial without question. It tastes like too-sweet perfume, but he's had worse tonics from Chiyo-sensei, so he doesn't complain.

"It's a new sleep potion I'm working on," Kayama explains, even though he hadn't asked. "I've been meaning to test it, but I haven't had any willing volunteers due to what happened last time – which wasn't even my fault, if anyone's asking – and Chiyo-sensei says slipping potions into other people's food is unethical because she's no fun, so here we are."

For his own peace of mind, Hizashi elects not to ask what happened last time. "How long will it take to work," he asks instead, "and how long will I stay asleep?"

"No idea, that's why we're testing it. Now lay back, unless you want to crack your skull if it takes effect suddenly."

Hizashi eyes the grassy ground warily. "How effective is this fancy incense of yours at keeping bugs away again?"

"Oh, come here, you big baby." She tugs at him until he's laying down with his head pillowed on her lap. Hizashi does his level best to not perish on the spot. She flicks him on the forehead. "Relax, already. I won't bite unless you ask me to."

"Not helping," Hizashi grumbles, willfully ignoring his fever-hot face.

Kayama's thigh is warm under his cheek, and she smells like twigs and earth and wildflowers, and Hizashi is not crushing on his senpai – he is not – but suddenly he understands all too clearly why Oboro had once badgered him for weeks to serenade Kayama on his behalf, until Hizashi had agreed on the condition that Oboro write the lyrics himself (and make that fact clear to all present witnesses), which he did, happily, and the lyrics had been terrible and mortifying and damned near impossible to put to melody, but Hizashi had put his bardly reputation on the line and done it, and Kayama had, of course, laughed like he's never heard her laugh before or since, but had also been so obviously charmed by it that Oboro didn't stop smiling for the rest of the week. If all of Hizashi's songs hadn't died with Oboro, he'd be singing that one right now.

"Sing for me, senpai," he says, because his eyes are starting to burn and because she promised and because this moment calls for song. Every moment calls for song.

"You're the bard here," says Kayama, fingers tugging knots from his hair, "not me."

"Please..."

"A song for a song, then."

"Sleepy..." he mumbles, and it's an excuse, but it's also the truth, his limbs heavy as sun-warmed sand.

"When you wake up."

He shakes his head.

"Why not?"

"Can't," he whispers, too tired to scream.

"Sure you can. You're a bard."

Is that what he is? Kayama-senpai sure seems to think so. She keeps saying it. Why does she have to keep saying it?

"I'm not singing until you say it."

No. That's not fair. She promised.

"Yamada." She smacks his sleep-numb cheek until he looks up at her blearily. "You're a bard. Aren't you?"

"I'm a bard," says Hizashi, because if there's one thing he's good at, it's telling people what they need to hear.

"Good boy," says his senpai, and she's not smiling any kind of smile, but she does finally – finally – start to sing.

Her voice is as lovely and Hizashi knew it would be, and the song – well, the song is lovely, too, in the way that all songs are lovely, even though this particular song is about a busy baby bee winding down for bedtime. Hizashi lets the lyrics wash over and through him, but the melody – the melody he soaks up along with Kayama's voice, lets it seep into the very core of him, into the sun-spooled place nestled deep behind his rib-cage from where his songs and his soul and his spells flow and flourish, and he knows without a doubt that he will never be without song again, because if nothing else, he'll always have this one simple melody, soft and whole and true.

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