#revenger

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Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[dollwrites]

Isarizawa request! I want shy reader to ride him please 😳

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ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｔｙｐｅ ┊ standalone / request

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!courtesan!reader, sex work, suggested age gap, size kink inferred, riding, reader isn’t used to being in control sooo… inexperienced!reader?, frottage, all characters featured are aged 18+

ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

there was a gentle elegance about you that Jinkuro could not get enough of. an innocence that fed his darker, more depraved desires when you were spread out beneath him. the way that you swooned, turned your head to the side, and covered your heated face with your hands when he fucked into you. the way you tried to stifle your flustered sounds by sinking your teeth into your plump, lower lip when he pushed your knees up to your chest so he could probe deeper into you; the way you clenched your eyes closed and cried out, your hands scrabbling at the his forearms for something to hold on as the pressure of his cock bullying your heat intensified. it swelled him with ego and a deep and throbbing masculine pride, that he could pin you down and take what he wanted from you, only to leave you a quivering, submissive mess.

however, it was equally endearing to watch you try to mount him upon his request.

lounging and languid on the sofa, with his long legs spread and stretched, his chest heaving with hardly contained hunger as you climbed up on top of him. he tilts his head to one side, the mauve mop of unruly tendrils shifting to expose one critically appraising eye. the weight of his gaze palpable. he didn’t miss how your right foot slipped off his thigh— the sheepish way that you avoided watching him watching you. “Hmm, cutie.” he teased with a wicked grin, just to fluster you all the more. “Not so used to riding, are you, little girl? Does the timid, little thing need her big, strong ojisan to help her?” his voice lilted a little at the title you bestowed upon him, as if he were lightheartedly mocking the years that separate the two of you.

you righted yourself with a soft and determined huff, finding safer footing higher up on his warm thighs. the muscles in them were tense beneath flesh decorated with sparse hairs. “Nuh uh…” you offered softly, before chancing a glance up at his face ( which had been a big mistake ). he was smiling, ear to ear, with one hand tucked behind his head. the other — his dominant hand — gripped the base of his cock. it was resting against his tense abdomen, already swollen and hard. still shiny and spit-slicked from the attention your mouth had laved over it moments before. stressed veins spiderweb across the thick expanse of his shaft, topped with an angry, pink tip that was twitching in anticipation, practically demanding to find itself buried deep in your cunt. he chuckled a bit at your honesty, gaining a soft and bashful, “Don’t laugh, please…” from your lips. “I— I can do it…”

Jinkuro’s grin deepened, flashing teeth behind lips stretched taut, and used the grip on his own cock to spank it against your mound and lower belly as he hummed in amusement. “You’re halfway there, pretty girl.” he crooned, noting how your body jutted forward with an instinctive desire for friction. your sticky netherlips cradled his veined girth, wrapping it in a warm, wet caress that had his breath catching in his throat. he swallowed it down with a happy gurgle, pushing his hips upward more insistently, until the thick, spongy tip notched into you. “There we go,” he swooned, watching the way your eyes widened. it was the same look you always had when he slipped inside— awe at the size or perhaps, the way your sex stretched around him, swallowing the tip with an eagerness that you’d never truly get over, no matter how many times you slept with him. the rhythm in your needy grinding stuttered, and you let out a soft, shuddering gasp. “Sit on it. Come on.”

your hands flew to his chest, nails digging into the muscle pads of his pectorals. you sink down, slowly, just enough for the first couple of inches to worm their way inside, and you hiss through your pursed lips, wiggling your hips a bit. you stirred those couple of inches around in you, acutely aware of the bulge of every vein when they strain against your velvety walls. still, when you glanced down, you could see the remaining length of him still sticking out from the join of your bodies, and your muscles tightened up at the mere thought of being full of him again. a breathless whimper leaves your lips as you will your body lower, popping another inch inside.

“You can take me, little girl.” Jinkuro assured, though his drawl was lazily, husky, as he enjoyed the slow descent. he released his own cock, that hand dancing it’s way up the length of your body, until he cradled your chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding your gaze back to his face. to his open-mouthed grin, and the way his hot breath left it. he pulled your face closer to his, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper the closer you got. “I’ve seen you take every inch, don’t hold out on me. Fast or slow doesn’t matter to me,” his lips form the words against your mouth, breath that was heavy with the taste of sake and smoke washing over your face intoxicating you in equal measure with his words, “just as long as you ride me good, as long as you take me deep in your little belly, pretty girl.”

you wanted to look away; your face was on fire, but he wouldn’t let you. not when he talked dirty, and definitely not when you sink lower and lower, until you were whining and full, perched against his pubic bone with his cock stuffing you full. he merely purred in approval, nodding with a nonchalance that was almost condescending. “That’s perfect,” he grunted, deep in his throat, his hips shifting beneath you, rolling upwards to push himself more insistently, more eagerly into your guts. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

you could barely speak, but give him a bashful nod and broken whine in response, your nails scraping at his chest. you knew that he wouldn’t mind the scratches, not even if they raised the skin. you’d made similar artwork on his back plenty of times, trying to handle him. trying to take him the way he wanted you to.

both of his hands fell away after several moments of stillness, of marveling in the way your insides molded to the shape of him, becoming a living, breathing sheath for Jinkuro Isarizawa’s cock, and only his cock, to slide into so deliciously. when he palms the flare of your hips, his fingers curling around to press adamantly against your lower back, he starts to move you himself. “Yeah it does,” he affirms, his jaw set, the only visible eye focused on the way your countenance distorted in pleasure and distress in equal measure when he guided you into a slow, grinding rhythm. “Don’t buck,” he warned, “don’t bounce, baby. Don’t want an inch of me slipping out of this tight, little cocksleeve. Just rub your cute pussy on me, like this.”

the friction was maddening, as was his instruction. every muscle in his body was pulled as taut as a bowstring ready to snap, forming a ridged ride for you to slide over, your swollen little button getting snagged on every bone, every muscle, and every rough patch of hair, until you were trembling and mewling on top of him, beating on his chest with weak, open-handed smacks, so close to orgasm that you started to move on your own, driven by base instinct and the need for release. “O-Ojisan!” you cried out, your eyelids fluttering as you scrub your most tender, hyper sensitive sex against him. his cock throbs deep in your guts, pressing against your belly from the inside with each oscillation, reminding you that he’s speared you to the hilt, filled you as deep as you can be filled.

Jinkuro moaned, too. seemingly having more fun watching you getting yourself off. his neck rested back against the sofa, body splayed out. “That’s right, pretty thing,” he encouraged, running his hands around to your back. they trace up and down the shape of your spine, his fingertips leaving goosebumps over your skin that was just starting to gain a sparkling coat of perspiration. “Just feel it for me. Feel me, fuck yourself on my cock until you can’t take it anymore.”

you both knew that moment was coming soon. the moment when you would, inevitably, lose the ability to keep grinding. when the trembling of your legs would become too troublesome, and the muscles in your extremities would refuse to work with you anymore.

and you knew, when that moment came, you would have to beg him to take over.

and he would. because of course he would.

Jinkuro would just grin a sleazy, arrogant grin, pleased that you would’ve worked yourself to the edge on him. and he would, without fail, slip both hands back into place on your hips, and coax you into riding out an orgasm that would undoubtedly leave you collapsed and deflated against his chest, panting and wracked with aftershocks that no other customer had ever, or could ever, give you.

just Jinkuro.

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Bruce Khan - Revenger (2018)

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Happy Birthday

Soji (1st July)

Revenger

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Loki Odinson / God of Mischief (Main Timeline)

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ANIME WINTER 2023

Blue Lock

Buddy Daddies

Bungou Stray Dogs season 4 🔥

Giant Beasts of Ars (wtf)

In/Spectre season 2 (boring)

Malevolent Spirits: Mononogatari

My Hero Academia season 6 🔥

NieR: Automata Ver1.1a

Play It Cool, Guys 🥹

Revenger

The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague

Tokyo Revengers: Christmas Showdown

Tomo-chan is a Girl!

To Your Eternity season 2

Trigun Stampede 🔥

ANIME SPRING 2023

A Galaxy Next Door

Demon Slayer: Swordsmith Village Arc

Dr. Stone season 3 🔥

Edens Zero season 2

Hell's Paradise

Heavenly Delusion

Insomniacs After School

My Home Hero

My Love Story With Yamada-kun at Lv999

Skip and Loafer 🥹

The Marginal Service

Tokyo Mew Mew New season 2

ANIME SUMMER 2023

Bleach TYBW 🔥

Bungou Stray Dogs season 5 🔥

Edens Zero season 2

Horimiya: The Missing Pieces

Jujutsu Kaisen season 2 🔥

Malevolent Spirits: Mononogatari season 2🔥

My Happy Marriage

The Girl I Like Forgot Her Glasses

Rurouni Kenshin: Meiji Kenkaku Romantan

ANIME FALL 2023

Attack on Titan - Final Season part 3 🔥

Dr. Stone season 3 part 2🔥

Jujutsu Kaisen season 2 😭

Rurouni Kenshin: Meiji Kenkaku Romantan

Spy x Family season 2

The Apothecary Diaries 🤩

Tokyo Revengers: Tenjiku-hen

Undead Unluck 🔥

Bonus: anime watched during the year

One Piece rewatch (from ep. 1 to ep. 579)

One Piece (up to the first part of Dressrosa Arc)

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2023 Character Wrapped

I was tagged by @blueemonday thank you so much. <3

9 characters I loved in 2023: first of all it was very difficult to reduce it on nine characters because yeah i watch around 15-20 anime per season and some donghuas. I have a lot of favourites in a year. So yeah i have to say that one character stands for one whole anime/donghua which has a lot more characters in it i really like. I was thinking about telling a few things about one characters but i think i will only write down their name here because it would be too long. but i´ll make a conclusion. So all these characters you are seeing (from left to right: Maomao, Shall Fen Shall; Draluc; Yuen Usui; Mitsumi Iwakura; Vash the Stampede; Diting; Kiyoka Kudou; Frieren) have an amazing personality and attitude. Some of them are funny and then we have Diting who is an amazing sword fighter and yeah I love his quiet attitude. He isn´t someone who talks a lot. Then we have some of them who have a burden they are carrying and yet they try to be a better person. Ah yeah I love them and I´m glad that i saw all of them in anime/donghua form.

i tag: uhm because i don´t know who did it already and who didn´t i can´t write down a specific name. but if you are someone who wanna make it, then feel free to do it. also you can draw if you would like.

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030 - NO THANK YOU！！

illustration by jiro suzuki (see original)

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hi so i was thinking about revenger again today and even though i've talked about this before i can't not talk about it again

i am usually not the type to complain about translations (unless it is something especially egregious such as the yuzuki-san ep1 debacle) and i wouldn't even call this a complaint really

but something so significant and so beautiful was lost in translation in ep8 of revenger

this is the relevant scene:

background for context:

raizou (black hair here) is on a quest for revenge after the death of his wife (the woman in the painting, which raizou painted himself) and he's taken on 'taishin' as a pseudonym to sell his art (for which he discovered a talent and passion during this revenge quest)

his wife's name was yui, and white hair here (the leader of this ragtag band of revengers) is named usui yuen

all of this is relevant

the main issue here is... the character 唯, which was originally written on the painting, has been translated as 'tai' which later becomes 'taishin' when raizou adds a few strokes and a second character to form his pseudonym

but what is 唯 actually? it's... yui

the original character on the painting, 唯, is his wife's name. and usui's name? 碓氷幽烟

key character being: 碓

the subtitles do capture the significance of raizou taking a character from usui's name to make his pseudonym, and that's great. but that isn't all he did. with two strokes he changed the 口 to a 石, he changed his wife's name into a character from usui's name and then added a 心 (heart!) to make it his own

there are a whole lot of reasons this is Special to me but that would require going into the rest of the show which i won't do lol, the dynamics are fascinating but this post is already getting way too long

anyway i just think this is a suuuper normal and well-adjusted thing he did there, didn't alter my brain chemistry at all (lying) and i just need more people to know about it because i think the subs (while doing imo as best as they could!) really did not make it possible for most viewers to catch this

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Usui Yuen please..I really like your writing..

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ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｔｙｐｅ ┊ standalone / request

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, sex work, body worship ( f!receiving ), masturbation ( f! ), mentions of religion, all characters featured are aged 18+

ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊ i am once again begging y’all to watch revenger. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

the room was silent.

eerily so.

the ever contemplative man you knew to be named Usui knelt beside the mat of unruly bedding, whilst you swam upon it. you were scandalous spread— your kimono loosened just enough to expose to him the contours of your breasts, the lines and sharp angles that made up your velvety soft thighs, down to your knees and finally reaching your ankles. they rub against themselves as you attempt to beckon him to bed.

that was what Mr. Isarizawa had paid you for, after all.

“Tease him real good,” Isarizawa had said, as he placed a small, jingling pouch of coin into your soft palm. the singular, mauve eye that peeks out from beneath a mop of unruly tendrils glittered with devious intent as it flits from your face, down to your chest, lingering on your cleavage for a long while. his free hand finds the edge of your kimono, a slender digit tracing along the split fabric. there was a hunger in Jinkuro Isarizawa’s eyes that was known throughout the pleasure den, and you could feel his gaze feasting on you, barely restrained. “Hm…” his baritone rumbles deep in the back of his throat as he savors the view, deep in thought. the intensity of his stare made you wonder if, perhaps, he was regretting reserving you for another man, and not taking you himself. after a moment or two, he seems to relay back to the present, a low chuckle bubbling up from between a smirking couplet. “I don’t expect you to leave that room until you’ve ridden the piety out of him.” it was only half teasing.

you knew that Usui was devout; this was just an elaborate opportunity for Isarizawa to annoy him, but you couldn’t help but want to go along with it. not only were you paid handsomely, but it wasn’t very often that your client was as staunch as Usui seemed to be.

“You can make yourself comfortable.” you offered, as innocently as a vixen could conjure, your svelte fingertips running the bare expanse of your chest, tracing the tops of your breasts as you speak. as you lay on your back, they sit, rounded, against your ribs, simply begging to be groped.

“I assure you, this is fine for me.” was the flat response you received. his tone, whilst not rude, brokered little argument. his light eyes, illuminated by the lamp in the corner, stared straight ahead.

“Are you sure? You have barely looked at me at all,” your murmur softly, pushing yourself to sit up, your bare legs stretching out in front of him. they rub against the soft sea of bedding for a moment, your voice betraying a tinge of self-consciousness, but only just. “Do you not find me pretty, Usui-San?”

for a moment, you could swear that you saw a specter of a smile tickling his soft lips, his eyes coruscating sapphires as he looks to you. for a long moment, he merely stares at you, but his gaze isn’t hungry like so many others you’ve ever experience. much unlike that of the man that actually paid you. it’s soft, and kind. “I find you beautiful, but you already know that,” his voice was level, and genuine, adding with a subtle air of an underlying, playful nature. “Your customers must have a hard time controlling themselves around you.”

you allow your voice to lilt with a similar tease. “Most of them,” before you analyze him with a furrow of your brow. “But you are unflappable. Tell me, Usui-San,” scooching yourself closer, you push up on to your knees, your hands reaching out to gently caress his broad shoulders. he didn’t reject your touch, which you’d partially been expecting. the muscle you found tensing just beneath the fabric of his pristine haori surprised you. lean and taut; and it gives you pause. but as soon as you’d allowed a glimpse of surprise to flicker across your features, it disappeared, and you crooned softly. “What is it that makes you lose control of yourself?”

Usui almost seemed as if he didn’t want to answer. his lips parted for a moment, an even breath passing through them. you are close enough to feel that same breath tickle your cheeks, but you couldn’t place the smell alcohol nor tobacco.

then, to your surprise, his gaze dips downwards. it’s a listing drop, one that lingers. first on your lips, which you purse into a simper, then to your jaw, the slender column of your neck. the corner of one of his thin brows twitches.

“Go on,” you urge, your voice a sultry whisper, “touch me…”

though his countenance was an unreadable mask, you could feel the tension of an internal struggle. he wanted to, but he knew that he shouldn’t. there was something so exciting about the fact that you were his forbidden fruit. the bane sent by the devil to coerce him into lusting. “We can take it slow if it’s your first time—“

Usui reacts, whether to your words or it was just his self control giving out, and his arm outstretches, effectively quieting you in an instant as his palm envelops the the side of your neck. his skin is incredibly soft, fingers sylphlike. the delicate pad of his thumb presses against the angle of your jaw, the remaining digits splaying flat against your throat. the sudden contact has your pulse thrumming wildly beneath his fingertips and you were certain that he, too, was hyper aware of your surprise. his thumb swipes back and forth, a slow and sensual massage, against your jaw as he appraises your expression, leaning closer, until your lips instinctively part— as if expecting to be kissed. his tiers don’t meet yours; instead, they etch upwards in a gentle smile. “All too willing…” he murmurs, more to himself than to you.

“Do you want me to touch you, too? To make you feel good?” you ask, blinking once, twice, thrice. your hands, diligently attempting to pry his haori from his shoulders, only halt when he Usui shakes his head.

“No…” he says after a long pause, his hand trailing downwards. his fingertips glide smoothly across your unblemished skin, as easily as one might caress silk, until his hand disappears beneath the fabric of your kimono. he needn’t even untie the garment, the split loose and hanging open to welcome him in. his palm envelops the swell of your breast, testing the weight in his hand, the warmth and slip-side of your flesh, before his thumb brushes against your nipple, pebbling it to hard and aching in a moment. his gentle teasing coaxes a mewl from your lips, and you arch your back, as if to offer him more. more access, more of you.

“T—that feels good,” you can’t believe yourself for stuttering, as if you were some flustered, blushing schoolgirl and not the minxy courtesan you prided yourself on being.

Usui allows his smile to widen, his thumb flicking against your nipple, his eyes locking on to yours. “You’ll have to be more convincing than that, dear heart,” as he paused, his grip on your breast tightened ever-slightly, kneading the sensitive flesh, “show me just how good I’m making you feel.”

your eyelids flutter; your hands move without your consent, fleeing to seek comfort and warmth beneath your kimono, in the sticky heat nestled at the apex of your thighs. your moan seeps out from your parted lips as honey warmed by a spring sun. “Usui-San…” you purr, pressing the delicate pads of your fingertips between your netherlips, scratching tight circles against your swelling clit. “It feels good!”

Usui seemed content with this new development, his smile remaining gentle, his touch a lover’s caress instead of the rough, hurried fucking you were used to. as if he had all of the time in the world to worship your breasts, that sentiment punctuated only further by the way his free hand now cradles your neglected swell, massaging them in slow, generous circles— in tandem with your feverish strumming. “You are so soft,” he mutters, appreciative of your silken warmth. his thumbs nudging your stiff nipples as dials to intensify your own self pleasure. “Do the men that purchase you also think so? Do they see your skin as warm silk? Do they treat you like the living treasure that I believe you to be?”

you shake your head. you knew you shouldn’t speak ill of your clientele, but none had dared to touch you as genteel as Usui. your fingers worked more fervently, pinching your needy clit between them as you work yourself over, your skirt tenting and flapping with the furious movements of your ministrations. “N—no, they don’t…” you could already feel the pooling in your lower belly, a slow warmth spreading through your midsection as you fast approached your climax.

Usui’s eyes softened, but his vice-like grip doesn’t. using both of his hands, he squeezes the supple skin, squishing your breasts together to admire the way the flesh molds to his hands, spilling out from between his clenched fingers. “Then they’re foolish,” he murmurs, matter-of-factly.

you moan his name softly, your eyes ( though heavily lidded ) flicker down to see a subtle bulge forming at his groin. the thought of this holy man getting hard just by groping your tits sends a fluttering of butterfly wings in your stomach, “Let me touch you,” you repeat softly, this time begging for the chance to get your hands, your mouth, your cunt around his cock. “Please…”

Usui chuckled, and it’s a warm and dizzying that echos in your ear, amplified by the thick, tense air between the two of you. “Your hands are too busy,” he insisted, leaning closer to allow the curve of his lip to tickle the shell of your ear. his body was close enough to share warmth with you, and you could sense the hard planes of him, lingering, though not pressed to you. he was right, of course, your hands were working between your legs, one on your mound, using your first two fingers to spread your slick lips, whilst the other plays a needy chord against your button. your eyes yearn to cross, overwhelmed by the way your orgasm creeps up and takes hold of you when he’s so close, almost as if he’s conjured it himself. “This is enough for me,” he whispers. each syllable crisp and wanton in your ear, “to experience pleasure. Your true pleasure, radiating off of you in waves as you build your own euphoria, one brick at a time.”

whether Usui knew it or not ( and you were all but certain he did ), his sensual caresses and little whispers of encouragement acted as the adhesive that cemented those bricks of pleasure in place. you found yourself an eager, trembling mess, breathlessly begging your own self for release by the time you finally find it. you’re wetter than any other man has ever made you before, the evidence clear as your fingers delved downwards, two of them attempting to plug the leaking hole, but you only make a bigger mess of your fingers and the sheets beneath you. your hips rock against your own hand, riding out your orgasm, impaled on your own fingers instead of on Usui’s cock, but it doesn’t matter. not even in your wildest dreams had you imagined that you could feel so alive. so thoroughly possessed by nirvana itself. “F— fuck,” you whimper, flustered, as your hips stutter and twitch, your sex throbbing, but your ministrations had slowed down drastically. your riding melding into a lazy rub, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. you tilt your head back, baring your neck to Usui, but he doesn’t kiss it, not even when presented it with it so trusting. the tip of his nose brushes against your pulse point, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume cocktailing with the musky aroma of your perspiration and arousal. your tongue traces your lips, before you press them together tight enough to encourage a bit of swelling later, muffling another happy moan against your lips as you jut your hips upwards one more time, plunging your fingers deeply before pulling them out. “T-that…”

finally, after several moments of heavy silence, your eyes open, and you blink a couple of times to rid your vision of the blurriness accumulated, to find Usui leaning back on his haunches, his hands having left your clothes. your kimono disheveled, your breasts spill out in an obscene visage, but you make no attempt to cover your indecency. his expression was unnervingly neutral, as if he hadn’t just fondled you into bliss. you can’t help yourself— your eyes seek his groin again, surprised to see a small, damp patch against the fabric, but the fact that your pleasure had also brought him some as well had you smiling. it was a dazed, goofy smile, but a smile nonetheless.

however, only a moment passed before Usui found his footing, swiftly directed towards the sliding door.

“Wait!” you call, sitting up straighter, waving a hand towards him as if to grab at his clothes, though he was already out of arm’s reach. “Mr. Isarizawa said that I’m not allowed to leave this room until I’ve ridden you.” you murmur, slinking closer on your hands and knees.

“The Pajama Police has gotten what he wanted from this little game of his,” Usui replied, thoughtful but seemingly unbothered by his own humility, and he glanced over his shoulder at you with a fond smile, his eyes still as soft as ever. “And so did I, as surprised as I am to admit it.”

[one-and-only-ghost]

Woo-hoo, we're posting on Tumblr again!

I know it's been like, almost 8 mfing months, but my fixation with Revenger is coming back.. lol

Dunno if I wanna rewatch the anime, maybe do some writing.. but I will say the lack of fics concerning Revenger is saddening 😭

I hope the Revenger bandwagon is still alive.. I know I barely get notes on my posts but if yall are still here, feel free to note. It makes me happy, lol

I'm also quite interested in the Revenger manga, too.. wondering if it'll take after the anime or take a different path. Either way it's more Revenger so I don't see a problem with it.

Anyways that's all, just wanted to talk/share my thoughts with yall. For funsies have a Yuen Usui figurine

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Happy Birthday

Yuen Usui (22nd November)

Revenger

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I liked the part with the big prosthetic cock.

Holy shit. We may only be ten days into 2024, but this might just be the worst movie I'll see this year. It's difficult to imagine that a group of people got together to spend the time and effort needed to make a feature length film, only to produce this steaming heap of garbage.

When I saw Michelle Rodriguez holding a handgun with the painfully generic title Revenger* slapped onto it, I hardly imagined I was in for a cinematic masterpiece. I was expecting fan service shots of her and her nice strong arms as she shot her way through a generic crime thriller plot. What I got instead was a bizarre, transphobic movie that absolutely should not have been made. 

Frank Kitchen (Michelle Rodriguez with a terrible fake beard) is a mafia hitman or some such, who is kidnapped by a mad surgeon (Sigourney Weaver) that performs impossibly perfect surgery on him to "turn him into a woman" against his will. There's also a half-baked romance that literally doesn't matter to anything.

The first thing he does after waking up like 24 hours after they captured him is remove his bandages to reveal he has the absolutely unmarred, unscarred, unblemished face and body of Michelle Rodriguez, because that's totally how that works. They "explain" this literal magic transformation by stating that the surgeon is just REALLY good.

The second thing he does is take hormone pills because the evil surgeon tells him to, as though he had no choice but to comply, despite being a cisgender man who shows nothing but sadness and anger at having had this done to him.

He even visits a real doctor to ask if he can "go back to being a guy", laments that he is going to "be a chick, except for in [his] head", then complains that the hormones he's still voluntarily taking for absolutely no reason are making him "soft".

It's an absolute clusterfuck of fundamental misunderstanding of gender dysphoria and outdated gender = genitals thinking. It's clear nobody involved in making this actually cared to treat the topic with any tact or respect. I'd hope all these well known actors were in this because they had massive gambling debts to pay off, or maybe they were being blackmailed, but I know better.

The rest of the movie was a generic hitman-kills-the-people-who-betrayed-him plot with an obnoxious flashback framing device and shitty comic book scene transitions, complete with bad whooshing sound effects.

Tony Shalhoub and Sigourney Weaver's scenes were as pointless as they were badly written. The best part was when she stated "It makes me so angry and sad." in a completely monotone, expressionless voice.

Offensively bad, as well as just plain offensive.

*For some reason (hmm, I wonder why?) this movie appears to have been released under like 20 different titles.