#my mind can't make itself up

[demonscantgothere]

So, I had to share this with y'all because it's hilarious. Buckle up, it's also crazy. I had to jump in the texts and do some research because I couldn't remember the whole layout of Beleriand when I was writing the idea into Chapter 19 of Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den for Halbrand and Galadriel to take a much needed roadtrip/getaway to Nan Elmoth to get out of the fortress for a damn minute.

Now, I picked Nan Elmoth because of the historical significance of it. It's where King Thingol and Melian, the only known canon pairing of an Elf and Maia, met and fell in love. As I was plotting out the journey, I noticed what I thought was a road leading straight from Tol-Sirion, a.k.a. Tol-in-Gaurhoth, directly to Nan Elmoth. So, I look it up. Iant Iaur was a great stone bridge that ran East from the South Road . . . all the way to Himlad . . . dropping off directly in front of Nan Elmoth.

Y'all, I can't make this shit up. Here's a picture.

All I can say is Tolkien was looking down at me from Heaven like this:

#saurondriel #sauron x galadriel #galadriel x sauron #haladriel #galadriel x halbrand #halbrand x galadriel #my fic #beasts of the hill and serpents of the den #this AU writes itself #i can't make this shit up #tolkien is a supporter from beyond the grave #change my mind

[fuzziemutt]

How are we having "lowest in a decade" unemployment rates yet literally over half of who I know, and even myself, for a very long time literally have been unable to find jobs.

Like. How are these equating because last I checked no motherfucker is hiring out here despite the signs

#BEGINNER #unskilled #i speak #btw i know the hiring signs are often just scams by the owner to make you not feel bad at the severely overworked staff and their mistakes #but seriously like 98% of jobs will not respond or you mention having any kind of personality trait they don't like and they immediately #burn your resumr #resume #or they'll suddenly thrn around and say you're not qualified. FOR SUPPOSED JOBS ???? like are these jobs labor ornot #make up your damn mind I'm tired of the constant change in how you're gonna exploit us and deem us worthless #like that dropping unemployment rate has got to be a lie because the economy is literally collapsing in on itself and we're at record high #homlessness likr #and you can't even be passionate for literally any job now because of how fucking exhausting it is to keep trying to survive #my bro got denied from sherwin williams as they lied to his face that they aren't hiring despite him literally talking to the guy who's #position he was filling because he had quit. like just admit you're refusing to hire another person to force #a skeleton crew fo make you more money

[boxchewr]

im not really a homestuck fan anymore nor do i ever have the patience or time to reread it properly but. i will still fight tooth and nail for the fact that there's still a lot of value to that comic

#text #it lands solidly in 'good' category to me it does a lot of things i like but a lot i can't stand #what it does well it does so so well and tho it's very obviously a thing that started in 2009 by someone from newgrounds #and by the end you can tell everyone was tired of it going including the author #and then the fucking. shitty ass followups that seem to actively mock and loathe the fact that theyre homestuck followups #i think the meat and potatoes of the comic itself can be incredibly good more often than it's bad #its Long As Fuck but you know every facet of the significant characters. you grow and bond with them so much #absurdly long stretches of nearly pure dialogue back and forth between characters on a page #and then the next page with even more dialogue back and forth them just talking going on rambles and making jokes #but its so natural and most of the main cast feel super real like these are just some kids having a conversation on skype or smth #also it's still one of the funniest things i've ever read no cap. some of the jokes still stay in my mind forever #its not at all for everyone. not whatsoever. its 85% dependent on you liking these characters enough to see more of them #and just wanting to spend time with these little losers and their dumb overly complicated game #but i did like them! i think abt these characters a lot in my random life still despite not interacting significantly with it in years #and i feel like people are kinda a bit too mean abt it nowadays. acting like it was all a waste of time and there wasn't anything good #when no i still like a good amount of it up until beginning-middle of act 6 onwards when it just gets too confusing to keep up with #i still suggest reading it if you have time. can look past a lot of the early acts saying slurs and such. and have interest in it #at least try to get to act 5 if not beginning of 6 and then go thru 6 until u can't stomach anymore of it or if u reach the end #bc yeah act 6 being a nightmare confusion world is a lot of why i think ppl think it sucks #plus the first acts being a bit. 2009 newgrounds core #but even in those acts there's still some good stuff i wish ppl didn't shrug the whole thing off #Just give it a try see if its for u or not #it was one of the biggest Things on the internet for a while for a good reason #and i think it's a shame that it's mainly just considered. something shameful to like and stupid and has no inherent value to it #when there really is still a lot to like #give it a whirl see how you feel #i'm still never personally touching it again bc of. Generally who i was when i was hyperfixated on it #so. lmao

[icharchivist]

"Percy villain arc", does Aglovale mean nothing to you people

You're right though, it would be funny to see Percy go truly evil. The fire association is super common in villains. Making it hot in several senses. You're completely valid

LIKE I SAID -- it's about a different type of villainy!! the brothers may look alike but they're not interchangeable!!!!

Aglovale's villainy came from an hatred of all of humanity, a desire to control people out of fear, and a desire to get his family back, including his mother.

Lamorak's villainy came from selflessness, a desire to help absolutely everyone who ever experienced massive heart pain that can only be solved by revenge, a savior complex so big he ends up helping the most dangerous of people, while putting himself in danger and therefore also keeping his family as far away as possible from him so he doesn't get swayed into going back on his words.

A Percival's villainy arc would never be like Aglovale's because Percival never let go of his desire to see good in people, and he wouldn't keep his family away like Lamorak.

Like i said i do think it's a bit hard to see a path to villainy Percival can take when his brothers went to both different extreme to start with. I think what makes Percival's arc strong is that he's not tempted by snapping, and that he is holding strong despite the fact he sees how his brothers are torn apart by the same trauma they all share.

I personally love the fact Percival doesn't seem to be in any situation to snap, but i like thinking about what if he did actually go apeshit. What if he got tired of fixing his brothers' shit. He's constantly having to clean up after them because they mishandled their trauma while he is trying so hard to make it something productive.

And it's not like Percival doesn't have a mean edge. Remember when he insulted Lancelot when they found him in a cell after he's been tortured, because Lancelot "only had himself to blame" for turning a blind eye to the wrongs of the King? and that it essentially came from how he's been hurt that Lancelot abandonned him during the Siegfried's debacle and the fact Lancelot blindly supporting people in position of power rather than getting to the bottom of something was something Percival found reprehensible. (i have many thoughts about this).

That's why i think two componants to break Percival is if the weight of his brothers' sins get lifted off his back, so he's less alert to his own shortcomings as he's no longer in this state of survival about holding his family together, and losing MC, which would set him in a situation of thinking "despite everything i do i still lose the people i care about." (especially, once again, because MC is the only person who never disappointed Percival, which is why Percival always was so unconditional in his way to be attached to MC, in ways even the Dragon Knights nor his Brothers can live up to.)

It's like "you can do everything right and still lose", in comparaison to his brothers who just did things wrong.

how do you deal? how do you cope? this grief was supposed to stay in the past, yet whatever you do it still comes back to catch up on you.

there's a potential there that is completely unlike what Aglovale and Lamorak went through in their own villain arcs, and it's what i'd personally explore if we give Percival an evil arc.

It'd be hot! especially if it's about MC which i have totally neutral reasons to want personally obviously.

But as it is i just really like the idea of him being the only one to keep things together while the familial trauma is destroying the rest of his family. Feels nice feels organic and i'm just genuinely invested in this storyline, is all!

#between you and me though there's also sort of the fact i relate to Percival's position in his family #as the youngest of three and the fact my siblings are a hot mess in term of the family's bagages and trauma we have #trying desperately to hold on together and take all of the responsibilities when your older siblings fall apart #while being in a position where you should be vulnerable// where your siblings see you as vulnerable and yet add more pain to your load #and this idea of how wanting so bad not to fuck up like your older siblings did #is already something that is its own weight on to itself #but one that can easily crush you down and make you wonder why even bother when in the end it's for nothing #and this is the feeling i'm canalizing for Percival's evil arc that i can't have just from his siblings arc #and like ofc this is not exactly what Percival goes through in the sense that he didn't expect having to clean up after them like that #but it's one that ends up resonating a lot once the stories are over and you see how much he has to deal with all of this #also don't mind me i'm being Super Normal about the Wales brothers #just one day a friend pointed out that there were similarities between my siblings and theirs and suddenly my world came crashing down #and i realized just why BFAF left such a huge impact on me despite predating the Very Well Written granblue events. #.... i'm very normal about Percival granblue and that's why i never talk about him #ichareply #ichafantalks gbf #anonymous #ichablogging 4kishi

[lord-squiggletits]

The thing about TFA is that I think it’s a pretty good Transformers cartoon, it’s fun and has interesting spins on the usual premises of TF. But I honestly don’t think it’s as deep as a lot of the fandom likes to act as it is.

Like, sure, in the show we have a few glimpses of Cybertron under Autobot rule and get inklings that this isn’t a pure and wholesome society. Except we literally don’t get anything besides that-- glimpses. All of the backstory that actually reveals the ~problematic~ and ~revolutionary~ things of the TFA continuity takes place solely in extra materials. And even if you could convince me that this is a valid way of telling a story (spoilers: NO because I shouldn’t have to buy multiple separate pieces of merchandise, half of which is shown via Word of God/meta texts and not actual story content, to be able to understand a single story), it honestly doesn’t make a difference. None of the extra material that shows the dark/gritty parts of TFA shows up in the cartoon itself.

It doesn’t matter that the flying twins were experimented on while on the verge of death because they sure don’t act like it matters. It doesn’t matter that the Decepticons apparently used to be enslaved as war machines, because the show sure as hell doesn’t give them any deeper characterization than “we’re gonna take over Cybertron because we’re the Decepticons raaaaawwwwrrr!” And it doesn’t even matter that Optimus Prime, one of the main characters of the show, is literally a high-ranking military officer of a regime that brainwashes/experiments on civilians, because as far as the story is concerned his biggest problems are 1. Trying to get his crew to listen to him 2. Fighting Decepticons 3. Putting up with his annoying superiors after he got kicked out of the Elite Guard. (Note that just because he didn’t make it in the Elite Guard doesn’t mean he’s not still important: Prime is one of the highest ranks the military has, and Optimus was given freaking Omega Supreme, a top secret war weapon/artifact, as his ship.)

The story is trying to pose itself as something deeper and more serious, but ultimately fails because those deeper/serious things are barely covered in the show or delegated to side materials.

Am I saying TFA is a terrible show that has no good ideas at all? Am I saying that people who like TFA are dumb and should watch another show? Not at all. I’m just saying that I think the fandom opinions of TFA as a show honestly overhypes it compared to the actual content of the show itself. Forget about the dark and gritty backstory, the vast majority of TFA is spent on human villains and random skirmishes on Earth instead of the actual interesting part, the Autobot/Decepticon war and the state of Cybertron!

If you want a TF continuity that has great lore (and doesn’t require you to watch a cartoon, read a book, find a bunch of old interviews, read a comic, and listen to a script reading at a con), IDW1 and IDW2 are both right there waiting for you. Especially IDW2, which is written as a single continuous story and not as the chaotic decade-and-a-half long mess that is IDW1.

#squiggposting #also another reason i dont really like fanon views of tfa is that like #the content for MOP and especially OP himself is so meh #people seem to think OP is like a crybaby twink who's the victim of constant bullying #and M is the one who swoops in like a romantic novel love interest to save him #in other words not even the content made by people who like the characters/ship #is something i'm interested in at all #nor is it really in character for that matter #it just seems to me like the reason people like TFA is because the material is scattered enough that they can just #cobble together whatever headcanons they want and create the story that they want in their head #and the cartoon itself doesn't contradict them because the cartoon is just a simplistic good guys vs bad guys #with some hints at something deeper that never get explored #i know some people like the 'sandbox of headcanons' or whatever but like #if a piece of media doesn't have substance on its own #and isnt well crafted or coherent on my own #then why would i care about it enough to be interested #the cartoon can't even tell a story standing on its own so why should i have to do all the work of making the story work #there's a difference between leaving things to the imagination vs straight up leaving things out of the story #the difference between making inferences and theories that enrich the already existing story #versus the story itself being fragmented incomplete and tbh a little boring and you having to rewrite it in your mind to make it interesting #anyways that's my spiel for the day

[gigglebug]

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#I keep seeing the 'commodification of friendship' post go by on my dash #and I keep having the same thought about it even tho I don't think I should add the commentary #to the post itself #but like #I draw issue with 'supposed to' #because while I agree sometimes sacrifices are made on behalf of our friends #(such as staying up late to talk so you scarifice your sleep or helping them move so you're sore the next day or whatever) #I also draw the line that if you sometimes /don't/ do those things that doesn't make you a bad friend #because sometimes you need to take care of yourself too #always putting your friends first for *every single thing* will warp your mind and send you into depression and burnout #ask me how I know #because I was there #I felt like I had to be there for them when I was never there for myself #and it sent me into such a catastrophic mental breakdown that I nearly had to be institutionalized #coupled with my already-existing depression and I hardly left bed for a year #anyway my point is yes help your friends but for the love of all things holy please also have boundaries #please love your friends and cherish them but also know when to step back and say 'I can't' #I didn't and it cost me a lot

[unladielike]

( it’s incredibly telling when someone only cares about you if you constantly churn out replies or are a thread-writing machine, because as soon as you complain about a lack of engagement ooc or ic, they softblock. and the real kicker is that they’ll state they’ll unfollow if you also complain about having more than 80 drafts as well, which i… don’t do. if anything, i honestly complain more about lacking drafts, and if you have been following me for a while now, you know i don’t post excessive ooc unless you count headcanon posts and things still related to my muse.

but at this point, i’m very tired, because i simply just can’t win with people in the rpc… )

#negative tw #salt tw #tbd #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( OUT OF ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. #[ tbh i'm salty because i had written them a starter on my multi ] #[ and it's just... 'why would you waste my time like that??' ] #[ seriously though how are you gonna demonize people for complaining about having lots of unreplied to drafts ] #[ and then casually drop a fast rp partner for complaining about having no drafts/people engaging with them?? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE ] #[ i mean... you can't even argue i didn't put in effort to interact with others ] #[ because I'M OFTEN ALWAYS TRYING HARDER THAN THE AVERAGE FLAKY RPER ] #[ and i think my effort speaks for itself from the various asks i continued into threads but never end up being replied to ] #[ so i think i'm allowed to complain when people treat me like a number to their follower count ] #[ when that (1) ooc post i made ended up being ignored for days (despite me queuing it more than once) ] #[ nobody acknowledged the picrew edits i worked so hard on until i queued it again ] #[ and all i received was crickets when i last reblogged a meme on my multi (despite me changing my queue time) ] #[ so who in their right mind would NOT feel shitty/unimportant after experiencing that for literal days?? ] #[ BUT YEAH when i say i'm an unpopular fav... i really mean it because i'm usually always getting the short end of the stick ] #[ for some reason to the point where i never ask people to send me positivity or even reblog a positivity meme ] #[ because i get terrified i'll get nOTHING ]

[this-is-a-url]

If y'all think I'm throwing out aus left and right today, just you fucking wait until I finally draw for the one based off of mlp

#basically the tallest grow perpetually (which is my regular hc anyways) but the more they grow the more they crumble #this feature is not genetically modified out bc it makes it so successful invaders can't outgrow the tallest #or really just anybody in general #however Red and Purple seem to be crumbling without their bodies naturally stabilizing it #all the robotic enhancements seem to make things worse too #eventually Purple crumbles to near fucking death due to Red's own hand #Red goes fucking feral (out of a mix of protectiveness‚ fear‚ and love) #but medics won't really help him unless Red is actually breathing downtheir fucking necks #They're viewing Purple as unfit to rule and as a lost cause (+ in their mind they always had a spare in Red anyways) #and would rather him die. They see one tallest as better than one tallest and a defective taller #So the weaker Purple gets the more feral Red gets #After killing most every irken for their incompetence and definitely every crew member he finds #Red eventually takes off with Purple to find the one irken he's never seen with any holes or crumbles #not a single imperfection visible in any of the thousands of INFURIATING video message Zim has sent them since his unknowing exile #meanwhile Zim his struggling on Earth #he's starting to. actually befriend Did despite them still hating eachother‚ #the message ''no recopient found'' comes up when he tries to call the tallest‚ #and worst of all‚ he finds that he can't stay in one spot for too long or else his body starts to caccon itself #and the more he hangs out with Dib‚ the quicker his body's cacconing attempts seem to be #I like the mlp changelings so much y'all #my little invader au

[disemboweled-fish-pastry]

Little Yoosung's medical lab coat came in yesterday. He's an official phD!

Everyone knows having a medical jacket makes you a phD.

#on another note. let me vent just a bit in these lonesome tags. #not gonna like. in some ways the Ssum has made me feel a bit sadder. I visit the bamboo planet daily and too often do some of the confessio #ns remind me of how things ended with my last breakup. Many things sound alike and the people posting them have such a hatred for their ex. #Makes me wonder if my ex hates me that much too. #I actually had a dream about her a couple nights ago. We were friendly together. It felt weird because my body knows that would be an impo #ssible dream. So it had weird vibes. #On another note!!! I'm always thinking about Yoosung and that cheers me up. but it's also kind of bittersweet. because while yes thinking #him and hearing him and playing the game with him there makes me feel so happy #I also can't feel his sweet words as if they were for me. He's so sweet. but it doesn't feel like he's talking to me somehow. I think my #mind automatically supresses the ability to feel like it's for me as a defense mechanism. #because he's not real and I can't know if he'd love me as I am. #Also I wish I could really feel him and hug him. Gosh that sounds so sad lol. Thanks jeebus for body pillows. but still it's different from #holding the person you love. #I get so lonely and touch starved. I guess. #but no worries!! I manage somehow! and Just knowing Yoosung exists feels so nice by itself. ☺️ #private later #honestly... Im not as tame as MC. I'm a lot more like 7. Could he still want a girl who might be stranger than seven?

[xxs4d-b4st4rdxx]

Hearing weird ass noises and it coming from the direction of outside the house or within the walls?!

It's scaring the shit out of me. Everyone else is asleep, and it's 1am.

#hopefully it nothing but the house itself and not some creature out there. #I'm not going to look out there till the sun is out #I can't distinguish what my mind is making up and what is really a noise... #rich.txt

[powdermelonkeg]

Cheat Code #3 for accommodating disabled characters in sci-fi/fantasy:

If you want your setting to be accommodating, change the environment more than the person.

i.e.: On a worldbuilding level, if you want to portray a society that keeps disabled people in mind, then that needs to be reflected more broadly, even without your disabled character on screen. Because this means that your society was considering disabled people as part of itself when it was figuring out what's necessary.

If your computer takes voice commands, it should also have an optional keyboard in case someone can't speak.

If your magic school has multiple floors, it should have a teleporting rune circle for those that can't take the ever-changing stairs.

Whenever you have a feature you're adding, ask yourself—"If my character couldn't use this, what would they do instead?" And if the answer is "they'd have to wait until they could" or "they need someone else to use it for them," then your setting isn't accommodating. An accommodating setting always has an actionable answer to that question.

And as a bonus, if you follow through with it, oftentimes you'll end up with a more interesting world and story overall. Spells most people can speak can be written in ancient elven instead? That means you can have a character sneak a spell into a magic-banned city by writing it on their hair ribbon, and that it's possible that a book might be a self-generating spell on its own. Your spaceship has textured lines on the walls to let blind people navigate without guidance? Not only can you make it look artistic (different colored paints, glowing patterns), but now your engineer can make it to the warp core when the power's out and oxygen's finite.

Don't limit yourself just to what's needed in the moment. Figure out interesting alternatives to your setting's features, and your world will automatically feel more alive.

Cheat Code 1: How to avoid eliminating disability in your setting

Cheat Code 2: What kinds of aid to use to accommodate disability

Cheat Code 4: How to personalize your character's disability aid

#disability #writeblr

[cu7ie]

💋 big mouth ☆ ～('▽^人)

⠀⠀✿`` content warnings : gojo can't shut up. cervix fucking. switch reader and gojo. (gojo gets dommy at the end.) porn w/o plot. dirty talking, throat fucking, handjob, face humping, a lot of cum bc i said so nyeh nyeh, oral (dick-sucking/pussy licking), big dick gojo (and he knows it), reader has experience, gojo a little less so. stamina, gojo has it, you don't. cursing (lots of it). name-calling (both sides), afab reader. raw sex minors do not interact! 3.8k words Y'ALL.

⠀⠀✿`` author note : gojo cock is good. based as fuck please talk to me about gojo cock <3 also i fr think hes so annoying hes never quiet!! in my mind he so blah blah blah blah blah during sex . even if he dont like u he blah blah blah. also if you like my porn, reblog it! oh yeah!!! and leave comments omg... this fic got so away from me, idk how long it is its just so much fucking porn- also! @enchantedforest-network partner! join us hehehe

Gojo has a bit of a talking problem.

He's a blabbermouth at the best of times, and maybe in any other situation would you appreciate his insight. He's good at making mountains out of molehills, take your nothing and make it something; even when it's as mundane as the weather, he'll draw up his own storyboard and play all the different actors - reporter, news anchor, cameraman and "Satoru, coming to us live with the forecast,"

and at first it's charming, right? It's what endears most people to him; what attracted you in some respects. Bordering on bit of a god complex, Gojo's always been effortlessly confident; disarmingly charming; handsome to the point of aggravation. He's never a dull moment, always gives it his all, extra even when he's lazy.

But you thought maybe, just maybe,

if you shunt his pants down till they bunch around his ankles, and licked his cock from shaft to tip,

would he shut up then? Would he allow you a moment of silence (relative, because the sound of you sucking all up on his dick is decidedly extremely loud) to let your hair down, let your head bob back and forth, tongue slurping on the underside of his cock while your lips are wrapped firmly round the middle of his shaft?

"You really like sucking my dick, don't you?"

No. The answer is no.

His face has broken out into a smile, and you don't know if he's giggling out of incredulousness or nervousness - but you are surprised that all his blood hasn't gone to his dick, cause his cheeks are red. His hand cradles the back of your head graciously, sweat sliding down his nose because he has to crane his neck to ogle you.

"C'mon. You can take more of it inta your mouth - suck. Fucking suck." His hips shifty as you work your way towards the base of his shaft, and you chose to ignore the comment, what with cock in your mouth and all. He's gotten mouthy before, not like this, but it's nothing you can't handle.

See, Gojo's kinda ... easy. He can act all hard to get - er, mysterious and what not, but he's like any other aloof man with a pretty face. Afraid of gettin' close and not knowin' what to do with it. It, you know, -

And you do, but he keeps fucking up your rhythm by trying to fuck your hand. You give full strokes, rotating your wrist and pumping steady and quick, trying to look Gojo in his eyes as you're doing it, where as his gaze is dead set on your point of contact. "You're just a dog aren'tcha? Hump, hump, humpin', away." Your smile curling at the corners, at how easily he's giving himself to you. He's dripping pre,

His fat fucking cock. Thigh clenching, pussy watering, eye-widening kind of fat. Shit is so big can't even hold itself up, so you tell him "I can hold that for you," and he pants out as he nods rapidly, "Yes, please do." You get to jerking his cock and he's a whiny little bitch. "Faster" this, "More" that, moving your hand up and down his cock like you don't know what you're doing.

"Back up Satoru, I got this."

"Look at you - you're fucking panting."

And you think you'll get away with it. Get just grunt or a sigh in response. But of course his motorboat mouth starts going on...

"Yuh ... you're good, but, " He attempts nonchalance in a cherry tomato cosplay. Red red red all over. "You're holding out on me..." His tongue lolls at you playfully, and you decide anything not singing your praises wasn't worth hearing. He opens his mouth to say something else.

Your stutter your stroke (effectively cutting him off,) working your way to the head and massaging it between your thumb and forefinger. Sweat is pouring from Gojo's forehead. He's hiking his leg further apart on the couch so you have more space to touch him, your body snaking over his thigh, getting close enough for him to be able to feel your steady breaths on his cock. "Fuck! Stop - haah.." He groans like you're working him. You most definitely are. "Stop teasing.."

"A blowjob?" You purse your lips, ponder it over. "Think you'll be able to make it to the fucking?" Your breathing gets closer, and you feel him throb in your hand. "You sure seem excited! Just don't blow your load down my throat, save it for my pussy." You're teasing, licking your lips and pressing a sloppy kiss to his mushroom head. You could swear it'd gotten a little harder than before.

Only in those moments could you have recognized you gave the man a little too much power. When your pillowy, spit slicked lips wrapped around his throbbing cockhead, licking up the pre on your eager tongue, looking down and breathing deeply through your nose. He can hardly keep himself from lifting his hips and trying to pop through the other side of your throat with the damn thing!

Now, he's just a boy too big for his damn britches. He knows you give good head because of the way you move your tongue and jerk off whatever you can't reach, but it's not good enough head. He's big, sure, but for someone who talks like they fuck n' suck on the regular, something about the performance is feeling a wee bit lackluster...

And while you're busy thinking about how you got here, he's impatiently jutting his hips against your face.

"You listening to me?" His finger teasingly taps at your forehead, getting you out of your train of thought. "Don't tell me - I've already fucked your brains out? Maybe you're just a lil' cock-drunk. Got a remedy for that..."

He thrusts his hips and the rest of his dick tucks itself snugly into your wet warm mouth, head brushing past your uvula and nestling comfortably in your throat. You can't see the way your throat bulged a little, but you most definitely feel it. You make a noise, half-choke-half-whine, and he laughs gaily at the way his balls pap your chin. "Ah? You said something?" He peers down curious, your nose mingling well with the fluffy little hairs at the base of his cock.

You don't forget to breathe, although your eyes tear a little from his size. Your jaw and throat are being stretched to capacity, but you remind yourself 'through your nose'. It's fine for a bit longer - you bob up and down in relatively uninterrupted peace, til Gojo's hand on the back of your head gets a little too comfortable. "Just a little more... suck a little harder..."

Your face burns and you clutch at it, staring at him your the gaps in your fingers as he tucks into your pussy like it's supper. He's alright at it. He doesn't do it like all he's seen is shitty porn - he's really ... getting in there, actually. Oooh.... Ohh..

He starts trying to take over your flow, his grip firm enough to start bobbing your head up and down all on his own. Like your throat is just some fleshy, tight hole to fuck. Kinda makes your pussy drool, but that's besides the point. "Oh fuck.."

You moan and take it. Let him hump up into your mouth as his musk sorta clogs your nose. He's moaning so loud it drowns out most other cohesive thoughts in your mind, the plumpness of his balls cushioning your chin a little every time he tugs your head down. He's muttering stuff you can barely hear over the sound of sucking.

"Pretty baby. Here's to hoping you'll never suck anyone else's dick this good again.... holy shit..."

Eventually his grip lets up a little. It allows you more freedom in your movement for a bit. Though your jaw starts hurting sooner than later, so you give his balls a little pinch and he finally lets you up to take in a big good gulp of air.

His voice is a little shaky. "That was ... fuck ... that was nice." Your voice is a little raw, more croaky when you respond, "Just nice?" flicking his balls in irritation as you take huffing breaths. His cock twitches, shiny and coated in saliva, your drool dripping down over his sack - altogether one of your prettier pictures. "Y'know... what'd make that blowjob just a bit better?" He breathes like he missed oxygen, his sigh half content and mostly wheedling as one hand creeps towards the base of his cock, and his other gets comfy on your ass.

"You wanna fuck, Satoru?" He feigns a gasp, his mouth popping into a little surprised 'o' shape. His face can't belie his excitement, his palms clasping together almost comically before he realizes what he's doing and stops.

"Where could you have ever got that idea from...?" He says, jerking his cock a little and pointing it up to the sky. "Get over here." He pats your cheek with it. You're not against the idea, but Gojo hasn't impressed you enough yet. You poke it away with your finger, sitting up and shuffling out of your underwear. There's enough space on the couch that you can flop onto your back, looking at Gojo from between your legs, pussy pretty and glistening with your arousal.

The way he looks at you makes you squeeze down on absolutely nothing. Flustered yet wild like an animal, apprehensive like he's never sucked a clit before.

"Head first, then we fuck."

"Oh?" Gojo starts fighting to get his shirt off his head, scampering forward so fast he nearly falls into your pussy lips. "Easy boy! Down, down..." You mutter, his fingers digging into your thighs and spreading them clumsily. The aforementioned effortless confidence of Gojo seems to break away into something more sincere and somber when he lowers himself down to kiss your clit. The way he chooses to maintain eye contact throughout makes your heart flutter, and you get a bit of slick on his lips on accident.

His tongue darts over it. "Itadakimasu."

"Oh my fucking god..." Your chest almost deflates at how serious he is, nodding like he's bowing before going in with his tongue.

"Mmf..." Your sigh flutters out of you, becoming a full blown moan as his mouth firmly suctions over your clit and little labia, licking firmly and decisively. Like all of a sudden he knows what he's doing. His attention is most often directed towards your clit, suckling on it and making your thighs twitch. You push them against the side of his head but he forces you to spread them wider again, just to fuck a finger or two into you first.

Your pussy makes a little schlick noise, readily accepting him in the hot warmth of your cunt. "That's a good sign.." He meanderingly strokes his chin. "Take dick that well too?" Your head perks up, teasing underlined with irritation.

"Course. Now suck please, I liked you more with a mouth full." You smile shakily and Gojo seems to laugh in kind. Your smile is cut off by a gasp and shudder as Satoru firmly presses his finger into your wall, lifting his mouth to get a better look at your pussy as he's stretching it open. "M'sorry, did I cut you off?"

He licks the remnants of you from his damp lips, two fingers slowly thrusting in and out. All you can do is sigh, one legs flopped off the couch and the other slung over the back of it. He's alright at this. Not as good as him giving head, but it's not terrible either. Maybe you just like seeing him be quiet for more than a second.

His fingers feel like they're looking for something. First he's pushing down, and when you only grunt in response, he starts gently feeling around for that little pocket of sunshine...

"Up." You whimper, aroused but irritated with his finagling. Your hand slides down the front of your stomach, pressing softly on a spot right before your lips start and where your hair would begin to grow. "Around th-there... You got thaat?-" If his grin is anything to go by, he most certainly does. First he presses up into it like it's a button, which makes you squeak and yelp and clutch the couch, bracing for impact. Then he slowly opts you into the pleasure, trying to apply the right kind of pressure to massage a couple moans out of you, your juices coating his hand and dripping to his wrist.

"Oh, oh.." He winks cheekily as you sling your leg over his lap, positioning his cock till it's brushing up against your pretty lips, pre-cum dripping from the head of his cock as your warmth beckons him further. "...save a horse..." He sighs happily as you sink down onto him.

"Hey - don't turn my couch into a slip n' slide now." You groan, clenching down on his fingers like you mean to squeeze the life out of them. "Need - I need more." You snort when he tries to go for a third finger. He clues in quick.

"Dick? I gotchu, don't even worry about that." He tries to slide atop you to complete this jigsaw, but you got a different idea in making these pieces all fit. You push him backwards with your foot a little, getting up off your back in one motion. He backs up to allow you space, clocked in to your movements just a tad.

"Oh my God Satoru." You groan out as the tip of his cock stretches you out, your pussy sucking him up so so greedily, like you'd been waiting all night. "What... don't like my banter babe?" Gojo grunts and your brows furrow, his hand jumping to your hips and steading you when you swoon.

"N-no... Just ... aaaah .." You squeeze his shaft and he actually honest to god chokes on air. "Just - oh fuck - just shut up for a sec. Let me have thissss..." You're halfway down now, Gojo gently coaxing you further and starting to rock his hips.

Pulling up with ease and sliding down further on his fat shaft with effort, Gojo stretches you open so good your legs keep trembling, your breathing hurried even after a couple minutes - and while Gojo seems to be enjoying himself (very, very much so), he's smiling up at you and your effort, very plainly amused. Sweat starting to trickle down your forehead, you're sat wondering what's so funny.

"Yeah yeah yeah. Go on - I'm definitely not stopping you." He sighs deep, his head lolling over the couch as you start lifting yourself up and down, your hand reaching up and going for your nipples. He's too focused on your wet pussy to pay you mind for a bit, but then he's drawn to them, hypnotized. He pulls on your left with his fingers, nibbles on your right with his teeth.

"Oh!" Gojo's blue eyes flick up, wrinkled at the corners. "Mno teef?" He says, still attached to your nipple. The vibration makes you laugh, more of his cock pressing into you as your muscles relax. "Teeth is ... teeth is fine." Gojo resumes his plucking. He lets you use his cock a little like a dildo. In fact, he kind of reminds you of a perfect Ken doll. Smooth muscles you can run your hands over, nice built shoulders, pornstar dick...

"Nuffin..." He mumbles around your areola, going back to sucking and scheming. Whatever. You focus on bouncing on this cock.

...

Opting to do most of the work probably wasn't the best decision. Your legs are championing through, but you're pretty tired, and after figuring out Gojo's dick is big enough to meet your cervix you've been having the time of your life. Sometimes you get too tired to lift yourself, so Gojo is oh-so-very helpful in grinding up into you, smearing his little pre-cum kisses up against your cervix.

"I'll even do all the work." His grin was smarmy, but you didn't clock it at the time. It's cute and still makes your pussy throb, so "Go," you say. "Go off, babe."

You're gonna cum soon. Gojo notices how tight you get when it's about to happen. His take over is a little subtle, but you're so interested in reaching that stiff peak, that tightening in your stomach, just chasing, chasing, chasing,

Gojo thinks, "like a dog." He smirks into your chest. Your cursing abruptly cuts into his thoughts, however -

"Shit! - fuck fuck fuck - ugh!" Every word is punctuated by a last effort of raising and falling, raising and falling, raising, and then being pulled. Gojo tugs your hips down and your pussy spasms as your body jerks.

"Satoru!" You yelp reflexively before something like a whimper weasels itself from your lips. You tighten around Gojo and it hurts a little because he's so thick, but you moan into his shoulder unbothered. A little broken, voice horse, but mostly unbothered. Til he starts moving his hips again.

"The fuck?" You stutter, a little caught off guard as you're suddenly shifted, up and down not from your own movement, but Gojo's rabid humping. "I'm almost there - soo close - can we keep goin', pretty please?" He grinds his hips into your orgasm terribly slowly, trying to get your brain to clock into overtime.

He carefully saws himself in, making your back arch at the sensation. He slides your knees apart and holds the back of them firmly, tugging you the rest of the way onto him. The meandering pace of sex before is tossed to the side.

And regret isn't quite the right word, but you'll feel something a little like it in a second.

"Whatever you say."

Your body is boneless, so it's pretty easy for Gojo to scoop you up, though it doesn't surprise you any less. Says there's not enough space on the couch for him to spread his wings, so he lugs you back to his cozy little room, and plops you onto his bed. Towards the edge of it, so your legs dangle off as he positions himself in front of you, holding his cock at the base - which now looks angrier than before. Instead of the blushy pink dusting it at the tip, it's a deeper, aggravated red now - slapping against your cunt like this motherfucker has places to be. "Open uppp~"

You were fucking Gojo before. Now he's fucking you. Any apprehension, slow-to-start bashfulness, gone with the wind. Once the head pushes past your entrance, a good five inches of cock go alongside it immediately after. Gojo's hiking your legs onto his shoulder's as he watches your eyes suddenly blow wider than saucers, laughing genuinely at the break in your nonchalance and worn facade.

"I should have answered you properly earlier." He says, brushing a stand of sweat slicked hair away from your forehead. He leans down so close, lips a little touch and go, the intention in his eye serious and cutting. With the movement, the last couple inches of cock fill you out, making you eep! But not breaking his focus in the slightest. "I want to fuck." He drags his hips molasses like, till the head is back at your entrance. He slides it back in smoothly, earnest chuckle overshadowed by your pitchy whimper.

"But I assume you got the memo - so," The sound of skin slapping against skin resumes, his pace almost breakneck. His balls slap against your ass with such ferocity it makes you yelp the first time, whimper the second, moan the third. Gojo seems more serious now, the balls in his court and the way you squeal and reach out for anything to hold only spurs him on further.

And are promptly cut off by a vigorous pounding, the sounds of your own moans, and an downright visceral embarrassment when you realize this is the second time you're cumming and in spite of all your fucking and sucking, Satoru hasn't even came once. And as if hearing your thoughts, Gojo's playful expression closes in - his brow furrows as each roll of his hips gets more decisive.

"Pussy tryna close up shop?" He mutters near your ear when you clench on him a little too tight. "You tryna break my dick or something? I know it's good, but you can't keep it -" You don't know if your sigh is from pleasure or exasperation.

"Gojo, please." He tweaks your nipple and makes you squirm.

"Ohhhh, I see how it issss. It's Gojo now?" With every drag of his words he slows down dramatically, dragging his cock along your walls so painstakingly sensual it makes you want to scream. "What happened to Satoru?"

You start placatingly. "Satoru, I-"

After a moment, his hand comes over yours, your fingers weakly folding over his. His pumps grow harder, but slow down, his eyes clamped shut as he looks up, and -

"I'll try to make this one a two-fer." He speaks with that same smile in his voice, and you're two far gone to offer a groan or snap in response. "Y-yeah. Cum, Satoru - I wanna, I wanna cum," His eyes dart up to yours, and it's a little hard to hold his stare, but you manage.

"Yes yes pretty baby. You'll - we'll cum. Soon... real s-soon."

Your muscles feel tired, used from your last orgasm and forced to prolong operation just to take more dick. It's harder to take the full length of his shaft, your tummy flipping and your mind beyond fuzzy and fucked out. But you hold out. Just a little bit ... longer.

His thrusts start getting sloppy. The bruising piston of his hips edge off their intensity, and -

You're cumming again. Your legs are shaking and your ass feels a little numb and you're clenching so so so hard, for dear fucking life-

"Fucking hell!" Gojo bites his tongue, and pumps into you for the last time.

"Good." You gasp. "That was good." Satoru runs a thumb over your clit, teasing.

He heaves sighs like he's moved mountains, but really he's just offloading hot cum from his throbbing nuts, pressed into you very closely before going entirely still. You thought you were full before? Now you're kind of... bursting. Is that the right word? Feels that way. Gojo does a full body shudder and stretches his back out, trying to fuck his load you before he's even came it all out.

There's so much that it spurts around the sides of his dick and you can feel some of it slip out, run down your thighs, and you quiver one last time before feeling strength leave your body. Satisfaction blankets over you, a nice, full-bodied comfort. When Gojo slides out, he spurts a little cum on your tummy, the rest of it oozing out of you slow.

"Haha," His voice is a little raspy, like yours now. He arches a brow before he bends down, planting a loving kiss on your lips.

"Just good?"

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[angelltheninth]

Curse King Sukuna Breeds You All Night

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, slight dub-con, breeding kink, marathon sex, creampie, overstimulation, rough sex, dom!Sukuna, double-dick!Sukuna

A/N: Could not keep up with him for the life of me but a girl can dream.

"Where you think you're going huh? I didn't say you could get off my dick yet." Sukuna's four arms all pulled you back on his dick, well one of them anyway, the other one was busy sliding through your folds, shooting cum across your stomach like the first one shot cum into your womb.

"Please... I'm tired." Your mind was so muddled from multiple orgasms that you didn't know which one you were on. Was still going? Did you just come again? What time was it even? How long have you been getting fucked by the King of Curses? "Sukuna, I can't, I'm a human. I need... rest. Please, just an hour."

He didn't seem interested in what you were saying, not while his cocks were still hard. His hands kept you in place while he filled he room with fast, hard thrusting sounds, skin against more sensitive skin, fingers leaving imprints on your hips and shoulders and upper arms. With no other choice your pussy was left at his mercy, made to come on his cock again while you squealed and whimpered underneath him, it was too much, too soon, too... too good.

"Finally being honest with yourself. Knew I'd make you into a fine whore." He locked his arm around your neck and pulled you to your knees, his muscles bulging, two hands on your hips, the last one your breast, twirling your poor abused nipple. From this angle you could feel every inch and vein of his demon cock ramming itself into your pussy, making it soppy and wet, "I didn't think the Sorcerer's would give me one of their finest as a breeding bitch. Don't lose your mind yet. I need you to get pregnant and birth me some heirs first."

"Is that... possible?" It just occurred to you how much cum he shot into you already. If pregnancy was a possibility then yes, you were most defiantly gonna end up pregnant.

Sukuna grinned against your shoulder, "Nothing is impossible for me." He drove his hips upwards, causing your vision to go white, a toe curling orgasm ripping through you again, "Come, that's right, be a good cumslut for me. If you do a good job I'll impregnate you over and over and over again."

You didn't notice when you did it but your hand reached down to stroke his cock, spreading the cum over your fingers, urging him on, "Please, please, I- I'm begging you!" Begging for what? Rest? More fucking? More cum? You weren't sure. You knew that you'd pass out soon but your body bucked against his with so much energy, you craved more. Sukuna's laughter mixed with your moans, louder then your moans as he released his seed into you, onto you as well, insuring once again that you would end up pregnant.

If you thought that was it then think again. His cock was barely done pulsing when he lifted you up and pushed you onto the other one, slick with your pussy juices. He moved you so easily. Deep down you knew it when you first steeped into his castle, now you accepted it fully. You didn't have to move anymore, didn't have to think about anything, you were there to be used by him as he wished, as many times as he wished.

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[radiance1]

"Danny!" Danny turned around to find Plasmius, gunning straight for him on his motorbike, and came to a quick stop as if he wasn't about to run him over. "You need to keep your alternative self on a leash. You hear me?"

Danny took one long sip of his tea, staring Plasmius straight in the eyes, savored the taste for a moment before swallowing. "Nuh uh."

"What do you mean 'Nuh uh'!?"

"Nuh uh."

Plasmius straight up hissed, red eyes glowing from beyond his pair of sunglasses as he stared the teenager down. "Do you know how many times he's woken me up, before the sun itself is up, just to annoy me into spending valuable hours of my time with him!?"

Danny took another sip of his tea, reaching a hand under his shirt to scratch his stomach. "That sounds like a you problem, really."

"Da-"

"You know he's also made from you right? If I had to fight him, you're going to be annoyed by him." Danny stated plainly, making a gesture with his thermos. "Also, it's a bonus for me since you're too busy to do your frootloop things-"

Plasmius grabbed Danny by the back of his shirt and wrinkled his nose. "You really need to get better pajamas than a simple shirt and oversized pants." He placed the boy under his arm and took the sky. Danny idly shifted to Phantom as he took another sip. "So like, where're you taking me?"

"To go and put stop to that imbecile."

"You know I had plans today."

"Ice cream for a month, all from my card."

Phantom humed. "Make it two."

"Deal."

Phantom flexed his fingers. "...Three..."

"Doable."

"Oh, you're actually serious about this."

A drive later

You see, Dan was having the time of his life. Strongarming that old man at the asscrack of dawn, driving to Metroplis and causing mass amounts of property damage with the crown jewel being that he got to chase around Superman in an attempt to run him over.

He should've expected something to go wrong.

One moment, he was casually minding his business, trying to trample one of the Earth's greatest heroes under his motorbike. The next he was nearly knocked off of it when something slammed into him.

"Ello." Phantom said calmly, as if he wasn't just thrown by Plasmius right into his alternative self from a future that no longer exists. "Twerp." Dan also said 'calmly' as he grabbed onto Phantom and lifted him off of him.

Then dropped him.

Superman was very quick to catch the boy. "Thanks." Phantom said, and Superman smiled. "You're welcome! Are you here to pick him up now, or are you just waiting?"

"I'm getting three months worth of ice cream if I stop him now so like, pick him up I guess."

Superman help him up under the armpits and faced him towards Dan. "He's here to pick you up, by the way!"

"I fucking heard that!" Dan shouted at Superman before turning his attention to Phantom. "Also, what the fuck! You can't just do that! Did that old fuck put you up to this!?"

"Whaaaat? Noooo, he would neveeer..." Phantom glanced around, looking for Plasmius before clicking his tongue. There was an unfortunate lack of said halfa to throw under the bus. "If you stop for like, now, I'll share some of my ice cream with you."

Dan genuinely considered this proposal. "Know what, fine." He yanked Phantom from Superman's hold and dropped him onto the seat beside him before driving away.

"Enjoy your ice cream!" Superman shouted.

"Shut the fuck up boy scout!" Dan shouted back.

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

Nsfw/smut

Part 1 here!!

You don't know how to work with Miguel. You can't meet his gaze, can't talk to him. How are you supposed to just keep going on with your life when you heard everything? When you took a peek and saw what he was doing while calling your name?

He was jerking off to you! How are you supposed to just keep going as if nothing were wrong?!

You can't stop thinking about it, the way he'd groaned, the thick breathing, the look on his gorgeous, gorgeous face...

You shake yourself out of it. You've got work to do. The spiderverse won't protect itself...

...Maybe just for a minute?

As the memories of Miguel rush through your mind, you can feel your body grow hot. You can't stop thinking about how he'd bitten his lower lip, or how big he is. Granted, Miguel is huge in every aspect, you were just curious about that last one. And now you know.

An uncomfortable little bubble of arousal grows between your thighs, your pussy pulsating with desire.

You glance around your small corner office. No security cameras, no one else around, door closed...

Miguel did it. Why can't you?

You slide your hands down your body, between your legs, tracing your middle finger against your clothed cunt. You add pressure on your clit, shuddering at the slight relief and pleasure that flows at the touch.

You spread your legs some, adding more strength, more need to each movement. Soon, you're sweating, panting, images of Miguel invading your brain.

You can hear his breathing, see his eyes shut tight, his fist around his enormous cock...

You touch yourself until you're close. So close. Your orgasm is right there, just a few seconds away—

A knock sounds on the door before it unexpectedly swings open.

You manage to pull your hand away at the last second. And there stands the man himself.

“Miguel!” you just about squeak, trying to keep your breathing regular.

He eyes you suspiciously. “You okay?” he asks. When you don't answer immediately, he glances around your office, searching for something.

You look flustered, nervous. You're sweating and he could hear you panting across the goddamn hall.

And then he smells it. The scent of your sweet, thick arousal.

He turns back to you, not a doubt in his mind about what you were doing. His eyes sharpen, grow dark. The tips of his fangs peek between his lips.

You find yourself pressing your thighs together involuntarily.

“What's going on?” he demands, voice thick and rough.

You swallow thickly. “N-nothing. Nothing's going on.”

His eyes grow impossibly darker. “No me mientas.” Don't lie to me.

“I'm not!” you insist.

He doesn't buy it. After a long, tense pause, he pinches the bridge of his nose and says, “Don't make this harder on yourself. I know what you were doing.” The firmness and unwavering belief in his voice lets you know he really does know.

“Well I-I know what you were doing,” you blurt. Your eyes widen and your cheeks blush when you realize what you've said.

He frowns, putting his hands on his hips. “What are you talking about?”

There's no taking it back now. “I saw you,” you say. “Yesterday afternoon. In your office. I saw you and I heard you.”

By the expression on his face, you know he's aware of what, exactly, you're talking about.

“Mierda,” he curses. You just kind of sit there, eyes on his. “Mierda.”

For some reason, you can't shut yourself up. “I...I heard you say my name,” you admit, blushing as if you had any reason to be embarrassed. Well, maybe you shouldn't have stayed and watched but...still, it's not your fault he's jerking off to you.

“La puta madre,” he hisses, pinching the bridge of his nose again. “Fuck. I...I'm sorry—”

“It's okay—”

“I didn't mean—I didn't know you were listening, obviously—”

“Miguel, don't worry about it—”

“I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable—”

You keep fucking talking. “If it makes you feel any better, I was thinking about you while I did it too.”

That shuts him up. He stares at you, blinking. “What?”

You feel the need to explain. You keep fucking it up. “I-I was thinking about you while I touched myself,” you tell him. “I...don't know if that makes you feel any better, but I thought you should know.”

He takes a few steps until he's standing in front of you. “Tienes idea de lo que te va a pasar?” Do you have any idea what's going to happen to you right now?

You shake your head, terror spreading through your veins. Are you...fired? Is he going to send you back to your universe? Is he going to ban you from the spider society?

“Bend over the desk,” he instructs, his voice low and quiet, sending a shudder up your spine.

That takes you by surprise. “W-what?” you stutter.

He picks you up and roughly bends you over the desk, pushing your chest against the wood and kicking your feet apart. “I only say things once. I don't like repeating myself. You won't get warnings with me.” His hand grips your hip roughly, squeezing it hard. “Have I made myself clear?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you whine.

He grins; you can hear his smirk. “Atta girl.”

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