#cyber drabble

[dbcoatl-art]

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Hunters of Ruination

Episode 1: Human or Pokémon

Chapter 1: A Beast in the Valley [7 Pages]

A seemingly boring day in Trueno Village turns into a not-so-boring day when a young Shinx named Jin learns that one of his friends has been kidnapped by a terrifying beast that roams about in his beloved Thunderclap Valley.

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~Thunderclap Valley~

“Now, now, dearie. Try not to wander too far away. I don’t want you getting trapped inside a Mystery Dungeon.”

“Of course, Mama! I understand!”

Pacha sighed and shook her head as the little Phanpy named George scampered this way and that, all while maintaining a smile on her face. It had been a long day, yet her son still had plenty of energy. She figured that spending an entire day playing with his friends would put a light in his mood.

He was especially close with the young Shinx who lived on the outskirts of Trueno Village – the one who lived with his aunt and uncle. Since she’d known the Luxray named Volt from her own childhood, she had a feeling that some of their friendship would rub off on their kids…even if Jin wasn’t actually Volt’s biological son.

Pacha stretched her trunk as she let loose a great yawn, then looked up. The full moon was out tonight, with not a single cloud in the sky. Perfect weather for a nightly walk. Yet, she could feel her bones begin to ache, a signal that her body was soon to crash. She began taking a few steps forward…

…and then jumped as a scream resounded throughout the night air.

“George?!” She looked around in a panic, swinging her head to and fro. Where had George gone? She swore she just saw him not too long ago.

“Mama, help!”

“George!”

Her motherly instincts kicking in, the Donphan curled up in a ball and began rolling her way towards the sound of her child’s voice. Gods forbid she forgive herself if something terrible happened to him…

She felt the earth rumble underneath her as she rolled, nearly knocking her out of her trajectory. But she remained resilient as she sped towards her destination, only stopping at a wall of short shrubs. She shoved the leaves and branches aside with her trunk, heedless of any nicks or cuts that appeared on it.

Unfortunately, she was seconds too late. By the time she got a clear view, all the Donphan could find were George’s footprints, scattered hither-tither like he was running away from something. An indentation on the ground, like some kind of snake had gotten to him. A massive hole that led underground. And – worst of all – George’s scarf, almost shredded beyond recognition.

Pacha could only stare at the scarf in horror, even as she approached it. She casually reached out with her trunk to scoop it up before holding it before her.

“George…” she whimpered, tears falling on the ground. She then raised her trunk in the air and let loose a loud bellow, one filled with the grief and sorrow of a mother.

“GEORGE!!!”

* * *

~Trueno Village~

Dawn arose upon Trueno Village, the quiet little community located within the heart of Thunderclap Valley. From within the marketplace, Pokémon were beginning to set up shop and open their wares to get ready for the day, while early-bird townsfolk paced around the plaza, waiting for the opportunity to get first pick.

“Arrrgh, this is taking bloody forever,” a Jolteon hissed, her bright yellow fur crackling with electricity with every bristle. “I know the day just started, but would it kill the shopkeepers to hurry it up a bit?”

“Not if it means tripping over themselves, scattering any produce they might have and ruining it with the rotting stench of Berries and whatnot,” a Tinkatuff pointed out, the pole of her massive hammer resting atop her shoulders. “Besides, they work hard to provide the goods for us, so you oughta be grateful for it.”

The Jolteon opened her mouth in protest, only to sigh, knowing that the Tinkatuff was right. Instead, she opted to turn towards a Poliwrath hauling a crate of seaweed to his stall, assisted by two Poliwag, a Poliwhirl, and a Politoed. Although the valley was rife with Electric-type Pokémon and not a place where Water-types could go about freely, she did admire the family for being able to adapt well to such harsh conditions.

She and her neighbour weren’t the only ones coming to the marketplace. Not too far away, a large cart came rolling down the path, pulled by a brown-and-white goat Pokémon who bore several white daisies on her leafy green mane and back and especially on her right ear. Riding the cart was a lion Pokémon with blue-and-black fur who bore two scars on his muzzle, one of which extended to just underneath his left eye. And next to him was a young lion cub with the same fur colours who wore the most bored expression on his face.

Jin was an adventurer who desired adventure. An explorer who desired exploring. A hero who desired a quest. He could be all those things and so much more – but instead, he was riding the cart with his aunt Leif and uncle Volt to the Trueno Village marketplace to shop for the week’s supplies. It was boring, and he hated it, but he knew that it would only be a matter of time before the world became his Cloyster.

“And here we are,” the Gogoat named Leif announced as she pulled up to the nearby supermarket.

The Luxray named Volt turned to Jin. “Alright, Jin, Aunt Leif and I are going to get a few supplies and things for this week. You can do what you like, but please stay within the boundaries of the village.”

Jin let out a sigh as he stretched his body. “Yes, Uncle Volt,” he replied. Oh, how he wished something exciting would happen right about now. The boredom was killing him, but if anything, they at least gave him a chance to find his friends.

Volt’s eyes narrowed. “I mean it,” he said a bit more sternly as he worked to remove the harness on Leif. “And while you’re at it, mind watching over the Egg? I don’t want anything happening to it while we’re away.” He pointed to a large egg tucked away in a corner of the wagon, contained in a special pouch to keep it away.

“Why?” Jin asked. “Everyone knows who the Egg belongs to. And it’s summer – it’s not like some Sneasel is going to swoop in and steal it.”

“No, but someone could mistake our wagon for someone else’s and snatch it away. Remember what happened last year?”

Jin opened his mouth to protest, but immediately clamped it shut as his uncle’s glare intensified. Instead, he sighed as he approached the Egg while Volt followed Leif into the supermarket. He attached the harness to himself, and nearly toppled over from its weight.

Can’t wait for this thing to hatch, he thought as he staggered forward to maintain a balance in weight.

“Geez, Jin,” a brash-sounding female voice sounded from the front of the wagon. “Your aunt and uncle set you up for Egg-sitting duty again?”

Jin sighed. He knew the sound of that voice. He turned his head to find two Pokémon standing before the wagon. One of them was a blue pollywog with a spiral pattern on her belly. She sported an orange ribbon on the back of her head…and a smirk on her face. The other was a black zebra with white stripes and a matching zigzag mane. Around his neck was a pair of blue goggles, while his expression was much friendlier.

“Hey, Polly. Hey, Zipper,” Jin said, waving to the two. “And yeah.”

Polly let out a snort as Zipper climbed onto the wagon. “Man, and I thought I was the only one who got grounded for my tiny incident last night,” she said. “What did you do this time that really ticked off the old cat?”

“Well, in my defense, I didn’t realize I’d left the lights on last night,” Jin said defensively, pausing to shoot a grateful glance at Zipper. The Blitzle nodded in reply as he removed the harness off Jin’s back and slipped it onto himself. “So, what if the Nymble infestation was my fault? Everything else I did was an accident.”

In a sense, Jin was correct. The Spelon Berries he’d dunked in the soup was supposed to even out the sourness, and he didn’t mean to ruin Aunt Leif’s favourite romance novel trying to shoo a stray Capsakid away. The lights were on him, though – and even then, he couldn’t really consider it entirely his fault.

“Anyway, it’s just…it’s just so boring around here,” the Shinx went on as he and Zipper hopped off the wagon. “All I ever get to do is go to the marketplace to pick up weekly supplies, hang out with you guys – no offense – and help out with chores.” His star-tipped tail lashed back and forth in annoyance. “I want adventure! I want exploring! I want to see what the rest of the archipelago is like, and the rest of the world as well!”

“And you think sneaking around on your own and causing havoc around the village is going to change any of that?” Polly sassed.

“I…” Jin began, only to stop when he noticed something off. “Wait, where’s George? He’s usually here by now.”

A loud crash from a few ways off answered his question. “That looks like it came from the edge of the square,” Zipper announced.

A woman’s voice, filled with despair and panic, soon followed. “Someone, please help!”

“And that sounds like Mrs. Pacha!” Polly gasped.

���Then we’d better go see what she’s hollering about,” Jin said. “Come on!”

Together, the three kids came barreling down the path all the way to the village square. A large crowd of Pokémon was already gathered there, their gazes fixed on the green plaid shawl-wearing Donphan. Her eyes appeared to be bloodshot, and tear tracks ran down her face from the amount of crying she had been doing. Her dark grey armor appeared to bear many nicks and bruises, like she had gotten into a scrape, while a tattered green scarf sat upon one of her tusks.

“There’s Mrs. Pacha,” Jin said. He grimaced when he noticed the injuries. “Ouch, she doesn’t look very good.”

“No kidding,” Polly agreed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

An orange rodent Pokémon walked up to her. He had on a blue waistcoat adorned with a lightning bolt pattern and a gold badge on its lapel, along with a white cravat around his neck to indicate his professionalism as mayor of the village. His black whip-like tail darted this way and that as the antenna-like whiskers on his yellow electric sacs twitched.

“Pacha, you look much worse for wear than usual,” the Dedenne spoke in a voice that was much deeper than his tiny stature suggested otherwise. “What seems to be the problem that you’d come barging in here?”

“It’s awful, Mayor Sparky,” the Donphan exclaimed. “My son George was captured by a horrifying beast!”

Jin’s eyes went wide upon hearing the news. His big ears twitched as shocked murmurs rippled through the crowd.

“A beast? In Thunderclap Valley?”

“Ridiculous! Everyone knows the ferals only reside in the Mystery Dungeons.”

“Has the Mysteriosity started reaching this village, too?”

“I sure hope not.”

Mayor Sparky cleared his throat and let out a bullet of electricity from his tail to the sky. “Everyone, please simmer down,” he shouted. “Let the poor woman finish!”

The crowd fell silent as Mayor Sparky turned back to Pacha. “Keep going,” he said. “Tell everyone here what this ‘beast’ looked like.”

Pacha shot the Dedenne a grateful glance before proceeding to pick up a stick. Using the stick, she began tracing a picture in the dirt. “Well, the beast had unblinking, blue eyes,” she explained. “And sharp fangs. And I think it was capable of creating holes? Not to mention that horrifying hissing sound.” She shuddered at the mention of that last part. “That’s all I know. I’m sorry.”

Mayor Sparky put a paw to his chin as he went deep in thought. “Hmmm…it seems like your boy was kidnapped by a feral Pokémon,” he concluded. “Which is odd in and of itself, since they don’t usually step outside the boundaries of a Mystery Dungeon. Nevertheless…” he snapped his fingers in the air. “As mayor of Trueno Village, it is my responsibility to make sure each and every one of my citizens is safe and sound, especially curious young children. We will capture that beast without fail, and rescue little George!”

The citizens cheered and clapped in response, relieved that their tiny mayor was able to step up to any challenge thrown his way. The sooner that beast was taken care of and George was rescued, the sooner they could go about their normal lives once again.

An idea crossed Jin’s mind, and a wide grin snuck its way onto his face. “Guys, I just had the most brilliant idea,” he said. “We are going to capture that beast and rescue George!”

“Sorry, ‘we’?” Polly questioned.

“Yeah, ‘we’!”

“But didn’t your Uncle Volt tell you to stay put and watch over Aunt Leif’s Egg?” Zipper pointed out. “How will he react if he finds out that you threw away your responsibilities again?”

“He won’t!” Jin scoffed, amidst beads of sweat rolling down his face. “It’ll just be a quick, in-and-out rescue mission. I doubt he’ll notice before he returns.”

“No thanks,” Polly declined. “Someone needs to make sure the wagon doesn’t get stolen like last time.”

“And someone needs to make sure the Egg doesn’t end up cracked,” Zipper added.

Jin opened his mouth in protest, only to clamp it shut. “Fine,” he said. “I guess I’ll go and do it myself. Just…make sure no one tries to take you on, okay?” He then turned around and headed in the direction Pacha had come out of, barely hearing Polly’s faint call of “Don’t die” before vanishing into the overgrowth bordering the village.

* * *

~Thunderclap Valley~

Jin knew Thunderclap Valley like the back of his paw. He knew what Mystery Dungeons were nearby, which ferals came out during specific points of the day, where the best foraging places were, and so on. He knew the best hiding places, which paths to take to avoid stumbling upon a Mystery Dungeon…but most of all, he knew that if he was ever in trouble, he could just set off an electric charge to the sky to alert the local Titan Pokémon. So, it didn’t take him long to find that something was off.

In a well-shaded area beneath a canopy of trees, the young Shinx noticed a clearing where the yellow grass was at its shortest. Two sets of tracks intersected with each other, and Jin easily recognized one of the sets belonging to the massive, three-toed indents from Pacha. The other set, however, was a very unfamiliar set of tiny pawprints that looked like they could have belonged to some other mammalian Pokémon.

Jin crept along the new tracks, keeping his nose low to the ground as he tried to get some kind of information. He noticed that the scent wafting from these tracks was very sweet, almost like a mix of morning dew and mint leaves. It almost would have been enough to put him in a trance had he not noticed a plump, yellow Berry nearby.

“How curious,” he muttered to himself. “What would a Sitrus Berry be doing in a place like this?”

As if on cue, his stomach let out a low grumble, reminding him that breakfast was a long time ago, and lunch wouldn’t be for a little while longer. Licking his lips, he reached over and snatched up the Sitrus Berry in his paw. He took a bite out of it and waited…and waited…

Nothing happened.

Weird, he thought to himself. I was expecting something to happen. He shrugged. Oh well, I guess this means the beast wasn’t anywhere near here.

At the same time, however, he couldn’t help but feel that something still wasn’t adding up. If this supposed “beast” wasn’t nearby, then what was up with those weird pawprints?

Finishing the rest of the Sitrus Berry, Jin resumed his investigation of the pawprints, trying to make sense of who they belonged to. As he made his way down the trail, he noticed that the prints seemed to circle about a few times before heading further up.

Now, who would do something like that, and why, he thought. He took a few steps forward, only to be overwhelmed by the same morning dew on mint leaf scent. Hissing, he shook his head to clear it of the strong scent…

…and felt something give way underneath his paw. He looked down, realizing too late that he’d stepped on a pitfall trap. He let out a yowl as the ground collapsed underneath him, causing him to fall into the pit.

“Owww,” he groaned, rubbing his head. “That really hurt.”

After checking to make sure he wasn’t injured, Jin took a moment to observe the trap. Thankfully, the pit wasn’t too deep, and the soil was still firm enough that he could get a good grip on it if he used his claws.

But just before he contemplated on climbing, he heard the rustling of a bush, followed by a series of footsteps from above – in fact, these weren’t light footsteps, but heavy thuds laced with exhaustion. Ragged breathing that sounded as if someone had run a marathon disturbed the air. And then, he heard a girl’s voice, full of frustration.

“How many times…do I have to tell you…I don’t know what you’re going on about!!”

That was definitely not Polly’s voice, Jin knew. Polly’s voice had a slightly squeaky tone that made it higher pitched than it should have been. This new voice was much huskier in comparison.

The footsteps came closer before they stopped at the edge of the pit. Jin crouched down, his body crackling with electricity as he instinctively revved up his Charge. Whoever trapped him in here was going to have to answer, and they would have to answer fast if they didn’t want a Thunder Shock to the face.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, a small green feline peered over the edge of the pit. Two dark green triangular ears twitched in annoyance while a mane of leafy green fur swayed in the breeze above. A dark green mask pattern stretched over its face, scrunched up in a scowl.

It’s…a Sprigatito, Jin thought to himself. He thought about calling for help, only to stop as he noticed something else about this Sprigatito.

Instead of the usual pink eyes he was used to, a pair of crystal-blue eyes stared back at him.

Blue eyes…like those of the beast that kidnapped George!

[cyberrmusee]

started aot last week and i’m already on season four, so now i’m day dreaming about levi 🥴

imagine lovesick levi who doesn’t know how to express himself so he just does shit like randomly pull you into enclosed spaces and kisses/fucks you stupid. he’s so cold in public, but when you’re alone, he’s hanging on your every word, silently gazing at you trying to look bored, but he can’t help the flicker of a smirk that appears in his face when you get excited about something you love.

ARGHHHH I NEED HIM SO FUCKING BAD SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 😩

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 5: Dancing In The Snow

Fandom:Cyberpunk 2077

Character: Goro Takemura

Naughty or Nice

A/n: this is awful, I hate how it turned out 😩. Wrote this while having horrible cramps.

“It’s snowing.” Grinning your eyes peered out the window. It never snowed in Night City, so Goro took it upon himself to bring you to a place where it did, his home.

It was honestly an adorable reaction, to see your eyes light up and your smile, he couldn’t even describe how it made him feel. Stand up, Goro held out his hand for you to take. “Would you like to go for a walk then?”

Quickly turning to face the man, you gave him a bright smile grasping his hand tightly. “Yes please!”

Chuckling, he gave your hand a gently squeeze. Once you were both dressed for the weather you two were out the door. Closing the eyes you smiled looking up at the sky feeling the snow hit your face. “It tickles.”

Shaking his head for a moment he then pulled you to his chest. “Would you like to dance?”

Grinning, you wrapped your arms around his neck nuzzling against his cheek. Despite how cold it was, despite it snowing you weren’t about to turn this chance down. “Of course.” You smiled feeling him giving you a little twirl your laugh, his laugh echoing around you both.

It was a perfect way to end the day, you just couldn’t wait for the chance to warm up with the man you love.

[dreamersville]

hi my dear, can i request sanemi (and other hashiras, if you want) helping the f!reader with her curly hair?!

a cute moment for my soul🫶🏽

im so glad you put this idea in my head because whattttttttt HELLOOOOOOOO. anyways i got slighty carried away... *smile* but here you go my love <3. i also didnt include any others .. my bad, but yea hope you enjoy and so sorry this took so long, i didnt even see it till just now... SORRYYYYYYYYYYY 🫂🫂🫂🫂 thank you requesting my girll💜💜💜!!!!! request are open

pairing? sanemi x black!fem!reader

tw. i just be curing and what not my bad

Sanemi is OBSESSED with your hair, it was the first thing he noticed about your fr. so ofc when yall got together he wanted to know everything, what products you use to keep your hair so bouncy? How does it smell so good? How is it so soft? Will you marry him? Boyyyyyyy. Anyways he didn't want to overwhelm you with these questions so he didn't say anything but after he witness firsthand how much time and effort that you put into washday and how tired you were cleaning up all your brushes and combs and all the hair that shedding during the detangling process. He couldn't stand to see how worn out you were after so he asked to help. Now every Wednesday (unless he is on a mission then he tells you to wait..) it's wash day. And he helps you with washing your hair, he takes the showerhead from you to make sure all parts of your hair is drenched especially if you have low porosity hair. He always makes sure to get a nice lather on your hair by getting shampoo in real nice. Scalp massagesssss>>>>>>>>. At first he was fucking terrible at detangle, ripping thru your fucking hair like it some grass or sum, but you nip that shit i the bud so quick cayse unt unt hunny what the fuck was that. He was pouting outside the door when you put him out and did the detangling process by yourself. He got better, not the best but he was trying. He be trying to do his lil thing with the blow dryer but they dont work out like you thought they would, (like negro aint you a WIND hashira.. righttt). He has a whole pinterest playlist on hairstyles for you to try but he is not about to tell you to your face, so he gotta be slick about suggesting hairstyles. Will walk around with his hand holding your ponytail cause you finally got it to the point where its not lopsided, but your last scrunchie popped and you had nomo around so ofc you called your man like duh. You forced him to watch videos about how to do twists and braids so that he could help you out. Putting that man to work as you should, but he is in love so it don’t even matterr. Like he loves helping you with your curls, it's a different type of intimacy that he didn't get to experience in his youth so ofc he is going to cherishh this time that he gets with you. OMGGGGG IMAGINE HOW HE IS WITH YALL KIDSSSSSS YALLLLLLLLLL, OMGGGGG imagine having the iconicccc container full of barrettes, ribbons, bows, headband etc. Mans is going all outttt on yall lil girl hair making sure she always wins the best hair category fytbb. Now he might have knocked bbygirl in the head with a few balls on accident but he always made it up with kisses and ice cream. Always make sure to brush and comb your daughter's hair when she isn't gonna be tender headed by her mammy. He would have him on his lap showing her pictures of the styles he was going to do just going on and on and on and onnnn like okay we get it you happy wrap it up na. His son has more of his hair texture but slightly more curly and a tadddd bit thicker than his and he aint know wtf to do. He took his ass right back to youtube and figured it out cause he wasnt about to let his son walk around looking any kinda way. He always makes sure his hair is moisturized but not overly so, making sure the ends do not split yawp yawpp. Need a him in my life fr. yall he was sooo sad when his son go his first haircut. He such a sap yall i canttt. OMGGGGGG yall have matching bonnets/durags and its just so cuteee yall. Omg im making myself want kids …

[multiverseofmisfits]

Under the Sunlight Casts a Shadow

(Events before the Grimm Chaos)

"Brother, please stop!" A cry of a young girl echoed in his mind as he found himself in a bloody mess. There were corpses around. Many of them are those he recognized.

He was out of control. The sharp tendrils sprouted from his back would slice off everything and everyone in his sight. The girl hugged him, still begging him to stop this onslaught.

But he can't. This craving for blood and flesh made him more than a feral beast. And thus-

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"NO!" Tanjiro got up, found himself on a bed. Oh, right. It was a room given to him. He had that nightmare again, did he?

"You seem troubled in your sleep. Are you okay?" A ginger girl was standing near the bed. How long has she been there again? "Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine, Penny. Don't worry about it," he reassured, getting off the bed to prep himself.

---

Later, in the meeting room...

"Bronya apologizes for the sudden meeting. There was a sudden distortion of energy detected from the multiversal planet code T-138, also known as Teyvat."

"Isn't that where Carl is currently assigned? Does that also mean..."

"As what we guessed, the witch is there. What made it worse is that the distortions happened in many areas of the said world."

"By distortions, what do you mean?"

"This must've sound too technical for you. What Bronya is trying to say is there's a sudden rise of creatures not from that world. Penny knows what they are."

"The Grimm. The monsters emerged from Remnant, my home world."

"We need to act as soon as possible. Bronya will send you to the assigned coordinates. We can't let that witch destroy another world."

"Mission acquired, Miss Zaychik! We'll save people as many as we can and stop the Grimm invasion."

"I'll do my best as well."

"Thank you. Reinforcements will arrive soon, but we can't wait for them before it's too late. Regardless, Bronya also hopes you'll make it."

---

After the meeting...

"May Bronya talk to you for a moment?" As everyone already exited the room, he held on the Sun breather's arm.

"Huh? Sure. What is it?"

"She just wanted to ask if you're really willing to do this. Bronya only had a few hints of what you've been through."

"..." He looked down, pondered about that question. It wasn't just about what he wanted to do. It was more like what might happen to him, given that dealing with Grimm were like fighting demons and-

"All I want is for everyone to live in peace. If it's urgent, they I must fight those Grimm." He looked back with determination, not showing any hint of backing out.

"Right. Bronya expected you'd still be willing to protect people. You even reminded her of her idiot friend."

"Uhm... who?"

"Don't mind what Bronya said. Anyway, she believes you can do it."

"Thanks, Bronya. For everything." And he walked off, preparing for the mission.

After that conversation, the Valkyrie looked through the window, having a view of the sea of infinite universes.

.

.

.

"I hope this plan works."

[destinedtobeloved]

So we're not written in the stars but I'm okay with that

I'm okay with anything!

Takeshi realizing that Quell is really gone. Her voice fades out of his mind and so does the images of her face that come to him in his whiskey-drunk moments where he can almsot pretend like he’s not truly as fucked up as he feels like he is- and he mourns the loss of a memory 250 years dead and a heart 250 years broken newly flooded with a grief for something that wasn’t even truly there in the first place.

Quell never really wanted to be with him anyways. All she cared about was her rebellion. Her projects. Was her constant rejections and barely returned kisses a staple of love? She knew the both of them would die young- that nothing was written in the stars for them but death. Why waste the time?

But now, Takeshi is back, and he feels that pain as if it were yesterday, feeling the crushing weight of his guilt and his grief settle over his shoulders like it had once done for years on end, never once getting a break. He felt his back ache and his joints tighten as it became to hard to carry such a burden with him for so long.

He will never see her again. She is dead, and Takeshi is a lone traveler searching and clawing and scratching at anything that is a reminiscence of her and how it felt to look into her eyes and feel a bit lighter than he does now. He was always weighted by the grief of life, but this is something he can’t forget. It doesn’t matter how many years pass on, he will still feel this- this- this ache and a stabbing pain in his chest he gets without even moving, simply thinking- and sometimes not even.

They weren’t destined for anything.

He lets her drain from his memory like tears down a dirty cheek, and he is no longer weighted by the question of ‘what if?’

[catnipster69]

Taking Advantage of Cyber Monday

Sam didn’t think he’d ever go Christmas shopping anywhere but at a gas station. But here he was in his settled dotage coming up with his Christmas list. It wasn’t as if he were going to wait until Christmas; he just wanted to take advantage of the “Black Friday” sales, or “Cyber Monday” or whatever.

The plan was they’d both make lists and share them, and then Sam would do the actual buying. It was—almost like a real Christmas.

Sunday night after dinner, they settled in the library with a couple of beers and Sam’s computer. Sam turned the screen to show Dean his list. It was categorized by site first, and then by cost, with pictures and URLs for each item. Dean nodded his head as he read down the list.

“Yeah, I approve of the new soundbar.” Dean pointed at the screen.

Sam knew Dean would focus on that because it was actually for Dean.

Dean continued, “Only you would buy yourself socks for Christmas, though.” He sat back, finished with his commentary.

Sam shrugged. No one had ever bought him socks for Christmas. “Where’s your list?”

Dean grinned and handed Sam a sheaf of loose papers.

Sam started leafing through. They were not in any apparent order, and he’d have to look at the headers for the actual URLs. Each and every printout was sex related: sex toys, porn magazines, hardcore DVDs, fetish clothing. Dean’s grin seemed to grow with each sheet Sam turned to.

“Huh,” Sam said, finally. “This is—quite the collection. You want the hot pink one?” He pointed to an anal vibrator.

Dean said, “I’m not picky. You decide.”

Sam straightened up the stack and turned to his brother. He nodded and couldn’t think of anything else to say. “OK. I’ll get on it.”

“Thanks, Sammy. Oh, and one of those is for you.” Dean gestured with his head and waggled his eyebrows.

Sam blushed and stared back down at the stack. He hoped it was the nipple clamps. But then again, Dean was good at sharing.

[chenfordswopez]

I’m gonna be taking a LONG break from writing angst. Like I think it’s fucking with my mental health.

[red-rose-corner]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Digimon - All Media Types, Digimon Story Series | Digimon World Series, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: X & Y | Pokemon X & Y Versions Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aquilamon & Tailmon | Gatomon (Digimon) Characters: Serena (Pokemon), Silphymon (Digimon), Tailmon | Gatomon (Digimon), Aquilamon (Digimon), Mishima Erika, Imai Chitose, Shakkoumon (Digimon) Additional Tags: Headcanon, Random & Short, Randomness, Gender Identity, Alternate Universe - Digimon Fusion, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Digimon Story Cyber Sleuth, Crossover, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Jogress Evolution | DNA Digivolution, Alternate Universe - Hackers, Gender-Neutral Pronouns Summary:

(Hacker's Memory AU, extra segment) According to a certain Renamon: "By nature, Digimon don't have genders."

[aorticlove]

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜ from roisin. he swears he hates moony, he promises. why are you looking at him like that-

@legendforth // &. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

moonflower isn't entirely sure how it had happened, to be honest. perhaps a case of mistaken identity? maybe his attacker was just particularly raring to go, at the news of the three hero's appearance within the most recent dark world. that, they targeted the goner, due to his vague similarities to gaster's creation... 🍰 distracted, at a carnival stall with asriel, who he had invited along, at his side. he turned at the last moment, only then realizing there was another unknown darkner behind him, weapon raised, metal glinting. 🍰 normally, he'd save-scum, and simply 'teleport' out of the way, but... well, there was no need, really. as asriel seemed to have realized, too. the other darkner is thankfully, eventually scared off, turning tail and running. probably a good thing--for, uh, well. multiple reasons, really. 🍰 ... everything eventually settles back into (what they call) normalcy, and though moonflower wasn't particularly rattled by the experience, due to his general nature as a goner--a question did come to mind, and it's something he rolls around in his thoughts, for the rest of the day. 🍰 they stand now, watching the heroes chatter below, the cyber city dark fountain about to be sealed, sooner rather then later, it'd seem. moonflower pauses, before half-turning to look at asriel, casually. 🍰 " hey. i have a question. and, please, do not laugh! it might be a silly thing to ask so plainly, but. " he's searching for the right words, now. " why did you help me earlier? i would've come back, all the same. you didn't have to do what you did, and yet...?-- " he tilts his head, a little. 🍰 'the only one who gets to kill you, is me', as a reply: immediately causes the goner to stutter, so obviously caught off guard, for once. he blinks once, twice, unable to hide his bewilderment. 🍰 but, moonflower finds himself quickly growing flustered, genuinely, his soul even skipping a beat, he's certain. he quickly clears his throat, and looks away to try and hide his pinkening cheeks, as if that didn't make it even more obvious. 🍰 " ah... ahaha! i, i see... um... " he's fidgeting now, a nervous giggle, " well, i suppose that's... " (i wouldn't want it any other way, really, goes unsaid.) 🍰 a beat. " a, anyway! shall we go, then? they're probably wrapping everything up now, so... " 🍰

[welostheplot]

── blinging on my hotline

a drabble about phone/facetime sex w/ abby (title taken from doja cat's cyber sex).

content: MDNI 18+, slight dom!reader x slight sub!abby, phone sex/facetime sex, dirty talk, a bit of guided masturbation, reader described as having a pussy

word count: 833 (i'm new to this, okay!!)

author's note: baby's first smut! i'm feeling extremely shy about this... but i figured the only way to improve at writing smut is to actually practice. i hope it's at least halfway decent!

you're on the phone with abby when your ears suddenly pick up on the swish of something moving repeatedly against a bedsheet, huffing breaths, and stifled, choked back groans on the other end of the line.

it makes you pause, your rant about that one annoying coworker (who always seems to be the topic of your on-call catchups with her these days) suddenly way less important.

you ask a tentative "hey, are you alright baby?" and are met with a beat of silence before she groans out "yesjustpleasekeeptalkingfuck–" and then its clear:

the poor thing got so worked up hearing the sleepy lilt of your voice she just couldn't help but get herself off to your voice over the phone as she listened to you yap on about your day.

and you think to yourself why let her have all the fun?

you immediately pick up the phone (that was sat locked on the pillow next to your head, intended to stay like that all night while you very innocently slept on the phone together, mind you) and press the button to facetime.

what greets you when she accepts the facetime request is definitely a sight for sore eyes:

she's naked. at least from the chest up, which is as far as you can see from the angle she's got the phone held at, camera shaking slightly from the efforts of her other arm which is clearly hard at work if the rapid shifting of her right shoulder is any indication. what's going on below her waist isn't shown, but it doesn't take a genius to figure it out and you're already getting wet at the thought of it.

her bottom lip (which looks like it's been gnawed near raw from her attempts to hold back her moans this whole time) is clamped firmly behind her top row of teeth and her eyes are hazy, shifting rapidly across the screen of her phone as she drinks in the sight of you all cozy in your blankets and hair bed-ruffled.

her chest heaves as another choked back groan attempts to punch its way out of her throat— a raw, primal reaction to the mere sight of you.

you weren't even trying to appear sexy (or sound sexy on the call, for that matter). apparently, just your presence alone was enough to get her humping her hand, hips bucking beyond her control as she chased her release.

"holy shit you look so fucking hot baby," she mutters, eyes rolling slightly back into her skull as her shoulder shifts even faster and her movements become more rapid and desperate. "that pretty face is gonna make me cum."

and as much as you'd like to drag this out—make her wait as you slipped your own hand into your sleep shorts so you could cum together—it's obvious that she'd been at it for a while. honestly, it turned you on even more to know that while you were innocent and ignorant, chatting on about the happenings of your day, her hand was shoved into her boxers as she got herself off to the sound your voice.

"yeah?" you tease, and it's said almost mockingly. "is my baby going to cum just from the sight of me? i haven't even done anything!"

you can admit there's an intentional tone to your words; you're egging her on, knowing the hints of degradation are what she wants when she's feeling particularly needy like this, even if she's too proud to admit it out loud.

it sparks a sharp blossom of shame in the center of her chest, cheeks burning as she nods frantically. "fuck yes... yeah.. hah–" she's panting now, "yeah i'ms'closebabyplease–" her words begin to slur together as she hurdles closer to the edge.

"mmmmfff-" you can't help but groan a little in response to that, your own thighs pressing together for some sort of relief. she really must've worked herself up if she's begging like that and it turns you on. "thaaat's it, babe. cum for me."

she seems to momentarily forget herself, letting out an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper that thins out into silence for one...

...two...

...three beats as she dangles on the edge—

—and then her orgasm slams into her like a freight train.

a gritted, strained "fuuuuuuuck" is heard and her eyes go unfocused, mouth hanging slack as she works herself through it, that ever-shifting right shoulder finally going still while her hips take over, grinding hard into her own palm.

you wait patiently, watching the camera jolt and shake during the come-down process, your hand skimming over your chest and trailing past your tummy to reach and push your shorts down and off.

and you're delighted to see that lazy, post-orgasmic grin slide clean off her face only to be replaced with a heated, lustful gaze when you angle your phone right in front of your pussy, delicately spreading yourself open with the fingers of your other hand.

"it's my turn now, baby."

[kiwriteswords]

For the trope day could we please see maybe celebrity reader and hotch? congrats btw!

Walked in and dream-came-trued it for ya [Aaron Hotchner x Popstar!Reader]

Ki2k Masterlist||MainMasterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 2k|| AN: I keep seeing so much queen Sabrina Carpenter stuff around the Hotch fandom these days; she's who I envisioned reader to be like here--but obviously open to interpretation of whatever popstar you would want to be! I lowkey could never picture this happening, but it was fun, nonetheless. This is also likely my last story I'll do for trope tuesday because they take a lot of time, haha. Unless I do a short drabble!

Tags/Warnings: female reader, speculating bau team!, gossip!!, Penelope Garcia is your biggest fan!!!, you're a superstar who sells out stadiums, even rossi knows this!, mysterious!hotch, more of a fun one-shot than anything too fluffy, very team-focused, non-bau!reader

Summary: Hotch has been in a great mood, oddly enough, and when one day, he hands over tickets to Penelope for her favorite singer of all time--you--the team really begins to wonder where Hotch is spending his free time.

The bullpen of the BAU was unusually animated for a Monday morning. Derek leaned back against his desk, arms crossed, watching Reid flip through files at an astonishing rate while Penelope hovered over both their shoulders, her curiosity practically buzzing.

“Seriously, Spence, you didn’t notice anything different about Hotch last week?” Derek asked, his tone teasing but genuinely curious.

Reid, without looking up from his reading, adjusted his glasses. “Well, he did leave on time every day, which is statistically significant for him.”

“Leaving on time? That’s an understatement. The man was practically sprinting out the door at five o’clock. And he smiled--actually smiled--at me yesterday,” Penelope chimed in, her eyes wide with the thrill of the gossip.

Emily, walking in with a cup of coffee in hand, joined the group. “Don’t forget, he also took a personal day last Friday. When’s the last time Hotch took a day off that wasn’t for something work-related?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. “Exactly! Something’s up. Hotch is seeing someone; it’s got to be.”

Reid finally looked up, curiosity overcoming him. “But who would it be? I mean, we practically live at work. When would he even have the time to meet someone?”

Penelope twirled a strand of her brightly colored hair, thinking. “Oh, my sweet geniuses, that’s the million-dollar question! I could do a little cyber snooping--”

“Penelope, no hacking into Hotch’s personal life,” Emily cut off, her tone half-serious. “But I agree, it’s odd. He’s even been more... what’s the word?”

“Chill?” Derek suggested with a chuckle. “For Hotch standards, anyway.”

The group’s laughter was a mixture of disbelief and genuine amusement, just as Rossi walked up, a knowing smile playing onhis lips. “Talking about our fearless leader’s mysterious new habits?”

Derek nodded, welcoming Rossi into the conversation. “Rossi, you’re the profiler extraordinaire with all the life experience. What’s your read on this?”

Rossi stroked his chin, pretending to ponder deeply. “Well, if I were a betting man--and I occasionally am--I’d say our boy Hotch might just be reminding himself there’s more to life than case files and jet fuel.”

Reid’s brow furrowed in thought. “It’s statistically rare for individuals in high-stress jobs to make sudden changes to their behavioral patterns without a significant emotional or personal catalyst.”

“Exactly,” Penelope squealed, delighted by the support for their theories. “He’s got to be dating someone. This is just like those romance novels where the broody, mysterious man finds love and starts changing his ways.”

JJ laughed, sipping her coffee. “Let’s not get carried away. It could be anything--maybe he’s just taking up a new hobby…or maybe it’s Jack.”

“But a hobby that makes him leave work on time and take days off? That’s not just any hobby; that’s a passion,” Derek countered, his smile suggesting he was thoroughly enjoying the speculation.

The group quieted as Hotch suddenly appeared, his pace steady and his expression unreadable as always. He paused by their cluster, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Morning,” he greeted, a small, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. “I trust we’re all ready to focus on the real mysteries at hand today?”

Caught in their own theories, the team straightened up, mumbling their morning greetings. Hotch’s gaze lingered for a moment longer than usual, giving nothing away.

As he walked off towards his office, Emily whispered to the group, “See? Happier. I’m telling you, there’s definitely something--or someone--new in his life.”

Rossi chuckled, watching Hotch disappear into his office. “Or maybe our esteemed unit chief just decided it’s time to start living a little. Either way, it’s good to see.”

The team nodded in agreement, the mystery of Hotch’s unusual behavior lingering in the air, adding a layer of intrigue to their day. Derek grinned, clapping his hands together.

“Alright, let’s get to work. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll crack the case of the Happy Hotch.”

Laughter echoed softly among them as they dispersed to their desks, the day’s work ahead, but their minds still occasionally drifted to the enigma of Aaron Hotchner’s uncharacteristic lightness.

Days after the team's animated discussion about Hotch's peculiarly cheerful demeanor, Penelope Garcia was in her vibrant lair, surrounded by her kaleidoscope of tech and trinkets.

The sound of a catchy pop song filled the air, and Penelope couldn't help but dance and sing along to the tune, her voice echoing slightly off the walls lined with monitors.

She was in the middle of a particularly enthusiastic chorus when a knock at the door made her jump. Swiveling around in her chair, she saw Hotch standing at the entrance, an amused smile barely touching his lips.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Hotch said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of humor.

Penelope chuckled, brushing off her surprise with a flamboyant wave of her hand. "Oh, it's nothing, Sir. Just enjoying some tunes while I work. You know, fuel for the brain!"

Hotch nodded, his gaze drifting momentarily to the colorful post-it notes of affirmations on her screen. "I couldn’t help but overhear. Do you like this artist?" he asked, nodding toward the speaker from where the music still played, though now at a lower volume.

Penelope’s eyes lit up, eager to share her enthusiasm. "Like her? I adore her! She’s all about empowerment and fun, and her beats are just infectious. Plus, her lyrics are, like, super relatable. She's a total queen!" Penelope exclaimed, not missing the opportunity to promote her musical taste.

Hotch's smile grew a bit as he listened to Penelope’s gushing review. "I see," he said, his voice filled with a warm, curious tone that Penelope rarely heard from him. "Thanks, Garcia."

With a final nod and a mysterious smile, he turned and left as quietly as he had arrived, leaving Penelope staring after him, slightly confused but smiling nonetheless.

She shrugged to herself and turned the volume back up, diving back into her work with the music as her soundtrack, her mind briefly wandering to wonder about Hotch’s sudden interest in pop culture.

"Maybe he’s getting a life outside those case files after all--and a decent taste in music..." she murmured to herself, her head bobbing to the beat as she focused back on her screens, the mystery of Aaron Hotchner adding yet another curious, albeit lighter, layer to her day.

The following week brought an air of excitement that seemed to linger around the BAU, particularly around Penelope Garcia's tech-filled lair. The atmosphere was thick with disbelief and joy as Penelope, unable to contain her excitement, recounted a recent encounter with Hotch to JJ and Emily.

"You guys will not believe this!" Penelope beamed, her hands animatedly waving the prized items in the air. "Hotch--our Hotch--just handed me these!" She fluttered a pair of tickets like they were sacred texts.

JJ and Emily leaned in, eyes widening as they caught sight of the tickets. "No way! How did he even get those?" Emily exclaimed, her skepticism matched by her amusement.

Rossi, overhearing the commotion as he walked in, joined the group, a curious smile playing on his lips. "What's all this about?" he inquired, peering over to see what had stirred up such excitement.

Penelope held up the tickets with a theatrical flair. "These, my dear Rossi, are tickets to see none other than--" she paused for dramatic effect, "--the popstar we were just talking about last week! And not just any tickets--Hotch got them for me!"

Rossi's eyebrows shot up, a clear sign of his surprise. "Those tickets? I heard on the news this morning that they were impossible to get. The show sold out in minutes," he commented, adding to the bewildering nature of Hotch’s gift.

Before Penelope could respond, Derek Morgan swooped in, his hand snatching the tickets from her grip to inspect them himself. "Let me see these," he said, his voice a mix of suspicion and awe. Flipping them over, his eyes scanned the details, and a slow whistle escaped him. "Ladies, these aren’t just any tickets. These are front row. Front. Row. Do you realize how good these seats are?"

JJ laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "This is insane. Hotch pulled some serious strings. Front row to see a popstar like her? That's not just pulling strings; that's a whole concert orchestra at work!"

Penelope snatched the tickets back from Derek, clutching them close to her chest. "I knew Hotch had a secret side to him!" she exclaimed, her previous theories about his recent behavior seeming to find validation. "This is like, the best thing ever. I can't even--"

Emily leaned in, her voice low and playful. "You know what this means, right? You're going to have to get all dolled up, Penelope. Front row means you’ll probably be on camera!"

Penelope’s grin widened at the thought, already planning her outfit in her mind. "Oh, trust me, I will be camera-ready. Our stoic unit chief might just make a fangirl out of me yet!"

Rossi chuckled, shaking his head as he watched the excitement bubble over. "Well, I'll say this," he mused, "it's nice to see Hotch letting his hair down a bit, even if it’s in his own unique way."

“Whoever he’s seeing’s got some serious connections,” Derek shared. 

The group nodded in agreement, the mystery of Hotch's recent behavior adding an unexpected but welcome layer of camaraderie and speculation among the team. As they dispersed back to their tasks, the buzz of excitement remained, the BAU team finding a rare moment of lightness amidst their usual, graver responsibilities.

At the concert, JJ and Penelope stood in the front row, the pulsing lights and thumping beats of the music wrapping around them like a vibrant cloak. You were the popstar that Penelope (and the rest of society) could not get enough of.

Your performance had a cascade of dazzling visuals and soul-stirring vocals that had the crowd roaring with excitement. Each song seemed to resonate perfectly with the audience, a mix of chart-topping hits and beloved classics that had JJ and Penelope singing along, lost in the nostalgia and the thrill of the night.

They felt like they were sixteen all over again.

As the concert progressed, the atmosphere turned electric, each track bringing a new wave of cheers from the audience. You moved with a grace and confidence that commanded attention, your presence on stage both mesmerizing and awe-inspiring. The night was already unforgettable, but it was about to become even more so.

Before launching into the next song, you paused, your gaze sweeping over the crowd with a playful yet intense look.

"This next song," you began, your voice ringing clear over the din, "is a very special one. It’s for the grumpy man who changed my life. He's from here, and guess what? He's here tonight. Supporting me, despite having the most important job out there."

The crowd erupted in cheers, curiosity piqued by your heartfelt introduction. You continued, your eyes twinkling with emotion and mischief, "And because he’s here, supporting me, I want to give a shout-out to someone very special in the audience tonight--Penelope!"

Penelope’s jaw dropped, her eyes wide with shock, and JJ turned to her with an expression that mirrored her disbelief. "How does she know your name?" JJ whispered her voice a mix of excitement and confusion.

Before Penelope could formulate a response, you launched into a flirty, romantic ballad, your voice soaring as beautifully as the lyrics. As yo sang, you glanced toward the VIP section, and with a sly wink and a blown kiss, you acknowledged someone standing there..

Driven by curiosity and an overwhelming sense of wonder, JJ and Penelope followed your gaze. There, among a few shadowed figures in the VIP section, stood none other than Aaron Hotchner. His usually impassive face wore a soft, almost shy smile as he acknowledged the kiss with a slight nod, his eyes locked on the stage.

He was dressed in a black button-up and jeans--a far contrast to his usual attire. He looked relaxed…happy. Maybe not singing along to the words, but he sure knew them. He inspired them. 

The realization hit Penelope like a wave. "Oh my god, JJ, Hotch is her boyfriend? Hotch is the grumpy man who changed her life?" she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and delight.

JJ laughed, shaking her head in amazement. "Looks like we've been underestimating our boss's ability to keep secrets," she said, her eyes twinkling with humor and newfound respect for their unit chief.

As the song ended and you took a graceful bow, the crowd’s applause was deafening. JJ and Penelope clapped and cheered along, their hearts full of joy and their minds buzzing with the night’s revelations.

The concert continued, but for JJ and Penelope, the evening had transformed into something even more magical--a story they would share and reminisce about for years to come, the night their grumpy boss was revealedto be the secret boyfriend of a popstar, right before their very eyes.

[orphicsun]

ARCANE MASTERLIST

-VI

Fics

•Caitvi x reader(18+). •Cyber Sex(18+)

Rants, drabbles, blurbs

•Kissing it before she eats it(18+). •Possessive fwb vi(18+). •nepenthe(angst,suggestive). •Soft dom Abby/Vi + reader(18+). •Caitvi x reader sex(18+)

Headcannons

•Loser Vi(suggestive, requested hcs). •Neighbor Vi headcannons(suggestive)

Requested

•Ellie and Vi's good girl(18+). •Riding Vi's face(18+) •Worshipping Vi's body(18+) •Vi manhandling you(18+). •Brat tamer Vi(18+). •Grinding on Vi’s abs(18+) •Vi getting rough with the strap(18+). •power-bottom vi(18+). •cowgirl vi(suggestive). •Subtop Vi taking strap(18+)

-SEVIKA

Fics

•Frenzy(prologue). •Frenzy(18+). •Cyber Sex (18+)

Rants, drabbles, blurbs

•Sevika loves camgirls(18+)

Headcannons

•Car mechanic(suggestive)

Requested

•Getting punished by Sevika(18+) •Brat taming(18+). •Soft degradation(18+). •Cockwarming with Sevika(18+)

-AMBESSA

Fics

•You must be haunting me (18+)

Rants, drabbles, blurbs

Coming soon..

Headcannons

Coming soon...

Requested

-CAITLYN

Fics

•Caitvi x reader(18+). •My masterpiece(18+)

Rants, drabbles, blurbs

•Caitvi + reader sex(18+)

Headcannons

Coming soon..

Requested

•Getting off on her boot(18+)

[bxnfire]

let’s break the internet!

synopsis: just some good ol hcs/drabbles for cyber sex ft. various jjk characters!! purely based on what i think they’d do the most if they got freaky otp

content/warnings: minors dni, phone sex, nudes, OF, masturbation, pet names, established relationships, just smut. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, + choso!

a/n: i love cyber sex by doja sm!!! maybe even actual cybersex. enjoy <3

✮ s. gojo - nudes

he loves seeing you, and being the prideful bastard he is, he knows damn well the effect he has on you; it’s kind of hard to forget how pretty you looked the first time you saw him fully naked: your beautiful, curious eyes wide open, scanning all over his body, your cheeks reddened and your mouth slightly open. even after being together for so long, you never fail to get flustered at the sight of him, so whenever he’s feeling needy or perceives that you are, he’ll send a little sneaky pic, the more you react to it, the more obscene they get.

the concept of time and place is completely foreign to him. business trip? a quick stop by the bathroom will do! get ready to receive all kinds of things, ranging from a picture of his raging boner, leaking tip tainting his underwear, to nut videos when he’s laying all alone on his bed without you. long day at work? don’t be surprised to find a cute little video of him playing with himself in his office, the longer you take to respond the longer he’ll tease himself for, so please be nice and send something back! you won’t regret seeing his pretty dick shoot ropes of cum as he strokes himself through his orgasm, your name being said like a broken record, his pretty voice oh so breathless for you.

don’t worry though— he always reminds you he’ll never feel as good as you make him feel, and if anything, you can always go back to these anytime you’d like! satoru trusts you, so he lets you keep ‘em.

💬 my toru 🩵: baby i miss you so much

💬 my toru 🩵: [IMG]

💬 my toru 🩵: see how hard you make me sweetheart?

💬 my toru 🩵: get here so you can help me out

surely enough, the second you open up your phone and read satoru’s lewd messages your pussy is quick to react the way she would if he were there, right in front of you, telling you all of this. luckily, you were at home, so you sit on the sofa and start rubbing your clit. taking your phone out to take a video for satoru, it doesn’t pass 2 minutes before you receive one in return.

in the video, satoru’s hair is ruffled, his skin glowing thanks to a light coat of sweat over it, you assume he’s been at it for a little now, and as the camera lowers you can admire his beautifully pale, sculpted body, veins popped on his arms, hand, and dick, who’s head and a couple of inches still manage to stick out from his big hands.

glossy, red, and throbbing, his dick is moving quickly as his hands frantically move up and down his shaft, balls moving just as fast, making your mouth water.

“f-fuck sweets, you s-see what you d-do to me? i should’ve be-been long sleep by now, but this one’s hard t-to ignore, heh,” he pants, referring to his dick as he continues to stroke himself. “wanna help me some more? i-i really m-miss you, wish ‘twas your h-hand as you k-kiss me.”

as if you weren’t already soaking, you get even wetter at his explicit words. being unable to not comply to his wishes, you take a video from an angle in which your thighs, pussy, and the underside of your tits are on display. mimicking his motion from memory, you pump two fingers in and out of yourself as your other hand grabs some of your slick to lubricate your nipples, with whom you play with by lightly pulling and pressing the way you know he would. limiting your dirty talk to moans of his name and a couple of “i miss you’s” here and there, you end up sending a 2 minute video.

your phone goes dead silent for a whole 5 minutes. worried that maybe you had overdone it, you open you and satoru’s chat just in time to see his video pop up. he’s there, white hair falling messily on his forehead as his blue eyes go from looking at the camera to looking at his dick, stroking it at an awfully quick pace as he plays with his balls, the way he knows you would.

“y-you’d do it s-so m-much better a-angel,” he moans, “b-but f-fuck! you l-look s-so gorgeous, i-i can’t h-help myself.”

he barely manages to get the sentence out before you catch a sight of the creamy ropes leaving his tip, firstly tainting his lower abdomen to somehow covering your view, the mess so great he even got his phone screen.

“sorry baby, guess you can’t say i lie when i say you make me dump the biggest loads huh?”

you really want to reply, but you’re fingering yourself through your orgasm, the dirty little video on a loop as you cum, once, twice, before replying.

💬 you: sorry for not replying but uh

💬 you: we may need a new couch

💬 you: [IMG]

satoru had thought you were asleep, but he chuckles as he sees your purple suede couch stained with a big, dark spot in the center. the thought of fucking you in it makes him hard again, so he just replies:

💬 my toru 🩵: sure sweets

💬 my toru 🩵: i’ll get us any couch you like

💬 my toru 🩵: but you’ll let me fuck you in this one for every dollar i spend in our next one

✮ s. geto - video call

suguru is a sensual man. he’s not a fan of doing it over the phone really— he can’t see you. nudes aren’t his thing because he’d rather see it as it’s happening, and even though thirsty texts could be the start of it, they’ll never suffice, therefore, he loves facetiming you whenever you text him all hot and bothered. finding you blushing, eyes watery, and breathing heavily is utterly addictive, and who is he to deny his pretty girl?

of course you can’t get off as well by yourself as you could if he was there to take care of you.

“touch yourself for me pretty. caress your thighs the way you know i would,” he coos on the other end of the line, palming himself through his underwear.

“i-i’m so horny sugu, i don’t know if i can take y-your teasing,” you saw in-between moans.

he chuckled, then he says “alright darling, but if you wanna go quicker, you’ll have to match my pace.”

“yes please!” you beg.

“who am i to deny you?” he says, and then he gets rid of his underwear in one swift movement. as he starts stroking himself quickly, hand shifting from base to his pretty, leaking reddened tip and fondling his balls clear for you to see, he starts instructing you. “f-fuck okay, lick two fingers and then go ahead and p-put them inside for me love.”

you do as you’re told. given that you had been edging yourself all day it doesn’t take you long to recognize the buildup of your orgasm. even through the screen, suguru instantly recognizes the familiar look of your pulsing pussy when she’s about to cum. your pretty walls get impossibly wet, your fingers get sucked in too easily, and your legs are shaky. wanting to cum at the same time as you, he starts playing with his tip, the way he knows you would, and he gets particularly quiet to listen to your pretty moans.

“oh my god sugu! please, i can’t wait much l-longer, a-are you c-close?” you ask between pants, trying your damned best to form a coherent sentence.

“just wait a little bit more for me baby, don’t get ahead of yourself now,” suguru replied, not wanting to miss out on your orgasm.

“f-fuck, i c-can’t wait much longer,” you say, fingers starting to get tired from bullying your dripping cunt at his command.

your moans, pleas, and barely cohesive words put a spell on him. his cock was a mess, red from his obscene throbbing and stimulation from his hands, veins on the verge of popping, and sticky from his precum, and even though he had kept you there for 10 minutes, you and him both were close to hitting your climax. bucking his hips into his hand as he tries his best to patch the pace of his strokes to the one at which you were fingering yourself, his usual praise or instructions go away completely as he’s stroking himself silly, mind only being able to take in the view of you pleasuring yourself and directing his hands to finish off his aching dick.

before he knows it, the screen of his phone is creamy, along with his hand and his pants under him. he had just nutted a messy load and the cum in his screen aligned itself perfectly to make it seem like he had taken a little long to pull out and your entrance and thighs were coated. of course, the sight alone made his dick wake back up and take place on his hand.

“baby… you wanna try something new?” he asks.

“mmm?”

“go ahead and get the condensed milk for me… why don’t ya put on a show?” he says, flashing the camera down so that you could see his newly hardened cock along with the mess he had just made.

“greedy aren’t ya?” you purr, getting up to walk towards your kitchen.

“only for you,” he says, genuinely.

and with that, you knew it’d be a long night, not that the sticky mess on your sheets or exhausted self found to work next morning wasn’t a price too high to pay, there’s nothing in this world you wouldn’t do to watch your pretty boyfriend moan and cum over and over for you, veiny hands stroking his matching veiny dick a sight to behold, especially when his loads were so heavy, and the best part? you knew he felt the same.

✮ t. fushiguro - OnlyFans

he’s just trying to have fun. not fond of all that online bullshit because he cannot be bothered with it! if he’s horny, he’ll deal with it with you and you only, not his incompetent hands when he could have your lovely hands instead or your beautiful and skilled mouth.

now, he’s always down to record your little fuck sessions. it didn’t really occur to him to make those a side gig until you suggested it one night, knowing you both could use the money, and that toji would hate to overwork you to get something he feels he should be providing. being the absolute nasty man he is on the sheets, he didn’t even have to think it twice before agreeing, after all, who is he to say no to his hot girlfriend, let alone if it’s a pleasurable way to get money?

and that is how you found yourself in this predicament. you were in all fours, back arched, pussy wet and in display for all of your followers to see. toji was feeling up for a stream tonight, and thanks to your followers and your boyfriend’s nature, you’re just hot and bothered, begging for his touch, because all he’s doing is teasing you for the camera.

“look at you horny fuckers,” he says to the camera, “bet y’all wish ya were me aren’t ya? i guess i’ll you some mercy and let you choose what happens to her next,” he says as he slaps your wet cunt for the nth time.

hxrnynbxthered: eat her out!

pussyd0ct0r: finger her

tojisbaby: just fuck her already my fingers are tired

blueeyedfreak sent ¥75,000

blueeyedfreak: don’t care what ya do, i just need to see her pussy squirt.

“wanna see my pretty girl squirt? want to see this fucking nasty cunt make a mess on my fingers? i’ll show you a good fucking mess,” he says, riled up by the money, and the plethora of lewd requests.

given how wet you were, toji just ran two of his digits through your slit and labia before thrusting them inside of you. going on scissor-like motions to get started, you become a moaning mess, fingers gripping the sheets under you, chest heaving oh so much while your face was flushed, glowing from the thin layer of sweat you had worked up, and your beautiful eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“i’ll show you how she fucking squirts,” he says more to himself than to the crowd, slapping your cunt before pulling his dick out. he pounds into you relentlessly, bed creaking and hitting the wall, eyes to the back of your head, and unable to form a comprehensible sentence. given that by teasing you he was teasing himself just as much, it didn’t take too long for you to cum, a splash of your slick all over his fat cock shown to your followers, all of which left lovely, supportive comments.

before the video ends, toji kisses you sweetly, in frame enough for people to see what was going on, but out of frame enough where nobody could rlly see your face besides toji. with that, he turns to the camera with his characteristic smirk, and turns off the live without another word.

the funny thing about being intimate in such a lewd and quite public manner is that there are still ways to keep some things between the two of you. toji has never once let them see your face, nor do they get to see his as he comes undone. any videos you wish to keep private remain that way, the public only gets to see what you want. and honestly? it’s the best fucking thing.

✮ k. nanami - sensual texts

nanami is a gentleman. he is also a man heavily ruled by his morals and better judgement, thus he’s not really one to lean towards sending explicit pictures or videos, let alone ask for them, for he respects you too much. regardless, at the end of the day he’s still a man, your man, and he is not only in love with you, but your pussy.

you, on the other hand, speak up more about your desires and wants than he does, so it’s not rare for you to text your lovely husband whenever you’re feeling restless and in need of his touch while he’s away. he’s gotten used to it by now, and although he’d likely never admit it to you, he looks forward to those lewd, provocative texts.

💬 you: what time are you coming home my love?

💬 kento ❤️: Not anytime soon. Sadly, the mission has taken longer than expected and I’ll probably have to work overtime.

💬 you: awww no! i miss you so badly…

💬 you: been thinking of you being inside me all day, and my fingers are so so tired baby

this is all it took to get him worked up. knowing he wouldn’t be able to focus on the task at hand when his dick was straining so painfully against his pants and all his mind could think of was the many ways he wish he could please you right now, he quickly excused himself to go to the bathroom.

whilst being there, he got down to work and palmed himself through his boxers as he looked through your recent messages and pictures. you truly drove him insane, who would’ve thought the poised man could break his composure just from 3 texts? that your words, on a screen, nonetheless, would get his pants too fucking tight, his cock so restless and achy for touch? that instead of doing his job like he should’ve been doing, is actually fighting back groans as he gets off to the idea of fucking you right there in conference room for everyone to see?

he can envision it very well: you, messy hair, bent over the table, shirt long forgotten on the floor and skirt a little fad up your back, thighs quivering and drops of your slick running down its insides as he’s pounding his thick cock into you, a smack, smack, smack! from every time his balls slapped against your pussy, hand wrapped around your neck while the other one is caressing up and down your arched back, as everyone’s face is suddenly blurred and all he can see is his dick going in and out your cunt making your ass jiggle deliciously.

he lost track of time caught up in his little fantasy, and 30 minutes had already passed by, but his hand wouldn’t leave his dick and his mind wouldn’t think of anything that didn’t relate to you, and your body, and your voice when you main his name, and your hair, and your touch, and-

“you okay in there man? please don’t tell me you got a stomach bug,” gojo’s voice broke through his lewd thoughts, followed by some knocks on the door.

“f-fuck,” he mutters, “i’ll be out in a moment, but that ramen might’ve been to spicy for me,” he covers up.

“hurry up, don’t wanna make it awkward, heh,” gojo says teasingly.

this almost killes it for nanami, but once he’s certain gojo’s back in the conference room he decides he must finish himself off. what’s 10 more minutes of his absence? besides, it’d be unprofessional to come back with a tent on his beige pants, would it not?

✮ k. choso - phone sex

choso is still fairly new to these things. given that you’re his first and only, he’s still a little shy about what he likes and can do, but there’s no shyness that would hide the lust this man has for you.

originally, he had never intended to start having phone sex with you. he was familiar with the concept, yes, but he didn’t really have it in him to ask you to do it. he felt heavenly whenever he was able to please you or get pleased by you, and his memories (and maybe some of the photos he has of you) suffice to get him off whenever you two couldn’t be together.

one night was particularly rough though. you were away for a work trip, and he stayed home while you were gone. the first couple of days went by fairly easily, he would facetime you to check up on you and hear your voice, he’d do whatever he needed to do throughout the day, and at night he would take a long, hot shower, and get hard at the thought of you.

he has a pretty high sex drive, and ever since you started getting active, he yearns for it more and more as time passes. so, in absence of your touch and presence in its entirety, he finds solace in memories and make believe. it’ll all start by him remembering you through the day, he’ll either pass by a restaurant you like, or perhaps lighting the candles you love, and maybe even picking up clothes you’ve left somewhere and forgot to put back in their spot.

his mind will go to more explicit memories from there, like that one time you couldn’t wait to get home and fucked in the parking lot of the aforementioned restaurant, windows foggy, car shaking, and you looking ethereal as your head was pushed back, tits bouncing deliciously right in his line of sight, your body pressed so tightly against his as you rode his hard dick. or, back to the time where you made love in a candle-lit evening as the sweet smell of champagne toast filled the room, along with the sounds of skin slapping, his whines and grunts, and a mixture of your pleas for more, the repetition of his name, and your moans, all of which drove him insane. even your clothes on the floor reminded him of the countless times he’s taken them off you, and the handful in which he fucked you while you still were in them, often being when you had some lazy morning sex as he thrust into you from the side while kissing the back of your neck.

shutting off the cold water after realizing his dick just wouldn’t go down unless he dealt with it, he conveniently saw an incoming call from you as he grabbed his phone to look at pictures of you.

“hi baby! i miss you, how was your day?” your lovely voice says.

“just a little tired baby but i’m happy to hear your voice, will you tell me about your day? don’t spare any details,” choso replies, sitting down and lazily touching his dick.

oblivious to the reason why he just wanted to hear you talk, you begin rambling on about your day. usually, choso would ask questions throughout or just drop in some “right,” and “yeah?” or “oh,” but today he’s just humming, and his voice sounds shakier than usual… is he running?

“baby,” you call.

“w-what d-darling?”

“are you okay? you sound worked up and i repeated my last sentence 3 times and yet you didn’t notice,” you question, a little worried at his unusual demeanor.

he blushes at your question, how would he muster up the courage that he was just trying to get off to your voice? as much as he wanted to lie to you, he knew he couldn’t, and so he just swore he’d make it up to you as soon as he could.

“well baby, please forgive me, but i was just lonely and i missed you so much and well i-”

“you didn’t fucking cheat on me did you?” you ask, a little over the edge.

“no! i could never, i’m just embarrassed to confess what i was really up to…”

you sigh in relief, your short-lived rage leaving your body as curiosity takes its place. “well then, what is it? promise i won’t judge.”

“i might’ve been, just maybe, jerking off to your voice,” he confesses, voice trembling with every word.

“…”

“i’m so sorry! i promise you i’ll make it up to you! i’ll listen to your story and get you those flowers you said you liked and-”

“cho,” you say, stopping his tangent, “i’m not mad, i’m just a little surprised of course, but i’d be lying if i said that your little confession doesn’t have me rubbing my thighs and made my pussy wet.”

“oh,” he says, “oh.”

“do you wanna… help each other?” you suggest, and choso is quick to get out a yes.

10 minutes later you’re both laying in bed, clothes long forgotten on the floor, cock in hand and fingers in your cunt as you both tell each other what you’d do to each other if you were together. soon enough, you’ve gone beyond the point of being talkative, so you just let your moans and grunts do the speaking for you instead. the sloppy sounds coming from your fingers going in and out your soaking entrance intermingling beautifully with the sounds of his quick strokes through the line.

“f-fuck baby i’m so close, are you?” he asks between pants.

“ch-cho, n-need to c-cum so b-bad!” you manage to get out.

“then cum b-baby, let’s do it together,” he says.

his last couple of strokes go harder and faster than the previous ones, his hands seemingly inspired for your more frantic pants and moans on the phone, and as he hears one last “cho” from your fucked out voice he is busting the fattest load he has in a while, knowing it’ll be hard to wash those sheets off after he’s over his high.

but fuck it, it felt so good and he was just so needy for you…

“… round two?” you ask.

“hell yeah,” he replies, feeling his cock harden once again. he could get new sheets, but nothing would be worth losing this moment with you. after all, he was down to do it again, again, and again for every night you spent away.

[multiverseofmisfits]

Defending the Land of Eternity

An hour ago, in Inazuma City...

"What's going on?!"

"A large group of Nobushi are heading here. Call General Kujou immediately!"

The soldiers were in a panic as they saw vagrants heading toward Inazuma City. They were even accompanied by many kairagi and-- what are those masked creatures?!

Are they... allies with those Grimm monsters?

---

Meanwhile, in a hideout...

"You managed to take most of my men down. Not bad," the woman, presumably these nobushi's boss, remarked at the two trespassers. "Let's see how long you'll last, oni."

She pulled out a couple of PK machine guns, one on each arm, and unleashed a storm of bullets toward Itto and Kuki, giving them difficulty in dodging the bullets.

"Ah, shit," the oni cussed under his breath, seeking a spot to shield himself- wait. He can't be separated from Shinobu.

"More of these men are also coming- AGH!"

"Shinobu!"

His 'second-in-command' was shot at the shoulder. That immediately caused Itto to pull her out and go behind one of the barrels. Since their main opponent had her aim at them, it may not take long before their cover gets destroyed.

"Don't worry about me, boss. It's just a scratch." She reassured, trying to cover her wound and ignore the pain.

"To hell with that! I ain't letting you or anyone in my gang get hurt-"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The barrel was shattered by a barrage of bullets, forcing the two to flee from their hiding spot. Their attempt to escape became more difficult as more nobushi blocked their path.

"Going somewhere, intruder?"

"OUT OF OUR WAY!"

Infuriated by how dire the situation was, Itto gave the one at the front a punch directly in the face. While it knocked one down, a few other nobushi pulled out their own guns aimed at the aggressive oni.

"Boss, look out!"

That was along with the rapid bullets from that woman. It's like they were trapped and nowhere else to save themselves...

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KA-BOOM!

The ceiling from above suddenly exploded. Its debris fell on the nobushi blocking the path. That halted the female boss from shooting, looking up and...

"Another intruder?!"

With the hideout now in the open, the cult were found out by what seemed to be a flying girl with odd-looking swords floating on her back. What seemed to keep her in the air were those boosters on her feet.

"Source of Grimm anomaly found." Emerald eyes began scanning the people inside, detecting Itto and Shinobu as civilians and the others being-

"Did these people got infected with Grimmification?" She uttered, noticing the red marks on those vagrants' skins. At a closer look, they also have red eyes with black sclera.

Upon short observation, the girl faced the two who were almost trapped. "Civilians not infected, please evacuate now. I'll take this from here."

---

Back in the city, at present...

While the guards tried to hold back the incoming vagrants, they were easily outnumbered. Not just by the aggressive vagrants, but also the Grimm creatures with them.

But Inazuma isn't defenseless. The soldiers under the Tenryou Commission gathered to fight both the vagrants and majority of the Grimm. Some of the said creatures also seemed to have faced 3 men who managed to take them down at ease.

(See @strykingback's "Three Samurai")

"Don't let these monsters reach Tenshukaku!" Their general commanded as she shot out Electro-charged arrows at the incoming vagrants, stunning them at least.

These vagrants would counterattack, slashing and shooting back whoever gets in their way while chanting the phrases...

"Bring Inazuma to Our Highness."

"Defy the tyrant Shogun that imprisoned our land!"

[hellbornsworld]

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