#I Live!

[cinnamonest]

Thinking about very well-endowed boys, perhaps endowed a little too much for their own good — with no idea how to properly use the thing.

No self-awareness, no experience. The moment you give a green light, this man just shoves his way in like a battering ram. You were at least expecting some degree of foreplay or buildup, but you don't get that. He has the audacity to tilt his head and hm?when you jolt and hiss.

Oh. It hurts you? You probably just didn't relax enough. That's okay. You'll feel better soon. You don't even get time to tell him that it's because he has no self-awareness of his size before you're tensing up and gasping again when it just slides out and slams back in. You see stars, and not in a good way.

You stutter out something about being too big. But big is good, right? That's what he's always heard. So it's just a matter of you getting to adjust. That'll definitely happen as he goes. No worries.

You're pretty sure your cervix hates you for making the decision to sleep with this boy, a choice you're sort of coming to regret as you find yourself pulled close to him with a harsh grip on your waist — that, too, is something he seems lacking self-awareness of, the fact that he's probably literally going to leave little bruises all along your waist.

It does feel a bit better as he moves and your body adjusts, insides expanding to allow more room… but no matter how much you do, it's not fully enough. You can still acutely feel him inside, the way it bulges and pushes against your walls, the friction as it drags back and forth, the way even at the peak of your own arousal, the tip keeps slamming into that so painfully sensitive spot. Even your toys never touched that part, you weren't even aware until now that you possessed the capacity to feel it so acutely.

At least when you tell him, he apologizes, says it won't happen again… but he seems far more pleased by the ego boost of this, apparently new to him, information. You get the sense that it will, in fact, happen again.

And it does. You blame yourself, honestly, for finding yourself in this situation again, but he's just so cute… only this time, you quickly find that being on your stomach makes it infinitely worse, and his hand on the back of your head, unintentionally shoving your face into the pillow and muffling your attempts to tell him to slow down, does not help.

God, why did you let it come to this… your thoughts are barely coherent from the sheer overwhelming sensation, your brain practically short-circuiting, unable to do anything but process the feeling.

But it stretches you out so good and presses against the good spot too, so unfortunately, you end up with admittedly one of the strongest orgasms of your life, spasming and squirting and making the lewdest of sounds. So, it clearly was good, this is reassuring for him, positive reinforcement. He's too occupied with basking in pride with this accomplishment to notice your groaning at first — but don't worry, once he does notice, he'll dote on you, of course. He cares about you very deeply, you know.

And later, you're still feeling the involuntarily spasms as your poor abused hole tries to adjust to the slight gape left behind, and here he is passed out beside you so blissfully. The bastard gets to just pretend like he didn't try to impale you from the inside.

He really does try. He cares about you, you know. He doesn't want it to hurt. It's just, you know, he doesn't really do a lot of thinking in that moment, and unfortunately, his brain just commands him to breed and he can't think about anything else, so, it's his brain's fault, not his fault. Yes of course those are two different things. Besides, you're the one that enticed him, so, realistically, you must take responsibility as well.

But no matter how many times you say it, he seems to simply get lost in the ego boost and then he... forgets. And admittedly, you too seem to consistently keep coming back, against your better judgement.

He forgets when he has both hands locked into your hair, wrapped around your head, so lost in the wet, warm feeling that he's jerking your head like it's some kind of toy — your jaw hurts, every thrust feels like it's going to tear your throat apart, and it goes so far down that you're fighting your gag reflex every single second. And worst of all, you can't tell him to stop, can't get a word out when his cock is relentlessly pounding your skull.

He just forgot. He forgets when he flips you onto your front side and pulls your hips up, forgets that you said that position is the absolute worst because of how deep it goes — but see, from his perspective, it feels best because he gets to fully bottom out inside, and it’s just so good, you wouldn't understand.

He forgets when he's got his arms wrapped around you, laying on your sides as you're railed like his life depends on it, far too harshly and with far too little warning, but you can't pause the lewd nosies and squeals long enough, and your only attempts to tell him to slow down and not go so deep are so slurred you can't even blame him for not understanding.

He forgets you said how sore you are, how you need one day off at least. You just look so nice, and you didn't say anything (you retort that you didn't get the time, dammit) when he started, so he wasn't thinking, and besides, he was very gentle this time, aren't you proud of him for learning how to not go so hard?

He really does try. When you're walking all funny and clutching your lower stomach and grimacing in pain, he's got this heating pad and bottle of painkillers he bought just for you, and he's quick to pull it out. He really cares about you! Besides, the faster you recover, the sooner you'll stop being mad and glaring at him (it hurts his feelings, this is important), and the sooner you'll get to have sex again (he depends on it now, this is in large part due to your actions, so you have some responsibility to take).

He's even learned how to roll his hips so smoothly, thanks to you, and now it shouldn't hurt so much… now it's less of an earth-shattering jolt of pain, and more of a gentle pain, you know, like poking a bruise. But hey, that's improvement.

[elmindredaniq]

FINALLY!!! BEHOLD! WINGS! DAMN IT!

*My precious...*

[crimsomcrystal]

My Narrator design be upon ye

Fun facts about him under the cut!

°He is unaware of the existence of his Timekeeper and Curator. °All the endings are scripted all by himself (With a few exceptions), and the Freedom ending has never happened despite it existing, as his Stanley refuses to go through with it. °This would lead you to believe he has control of his Parable, but it is a sentient being as well, and it decides wether to discard or confirm an idea (He is also not aware of this.) °TSPUD is still a WIP to him. °He can remember what happens after most endings. °Mf's vision is BAD, those glasses aren't there just for decor.

[elumish]

How fanfiction perpetuates itself--and its sins

[lazzlady]

Need to finish what I started…. PART 2 on the making

[brownskinsugarplum76]

[heejake-hoon]

M still here btw 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[acerola-assignment]

Weird, I never came across this cutscene before...

(Based on this tweet)

[purplehairedwonder]

Fandom: One Piece Rating: Explicit Pairings: Donquixote Doflamingo/Trafalgar Law (nonconsensual) Words: 3,480 Characters: Donquixote Rosinante, Monkey D. Luffy, Bepo, Trafalgar Law, Donquixote Doflamingo Summary: In another life, Minion Island goes a bit differently: a gravely wounded Corazon is recovered by the Marines while Law is taken back into the Family. Years later, Rosinante teams up with Monkey D. Luffy to rescue Law from the clutches of his brother and set him free for good.

Notes: So, this story is inspired by my desire to see two of my favorite fic genres—Corazon!Law and Rosinante lives—in the same fic.

The title comes from the incredible monologue at the end of Andor episode 10.

[heretherebebookdragons]

I've survived my first work week after a LONG sick leave! Be a little proud of me, internet, I've been so very brave. ;_;

Prepare for a tiny dog Thor's summer adventure saga picture spam!

(Once I've taken a nap. I think I've earned a long nap.)

[sinnabarmoth]

Steve, giving Robin a piggyback ride: Girl, you're heavy. You're gonna break my back

Robin: I thought your boyfriend did that last night

Eddie: HA!

[elleskinner-justart]

Why hello, friends! Not dead just recovering from an interstate move. But I'm back to mermaids and ready to keep going til I finish my prompt list :)

Day 9: emperor angelfish

These guys have such a distinct flat wide shape, it was fun to figure out how to work a person into there!

[yellowspring]

A flower upon your return

[mathmusicninja]

Wrapping up the SAINW arc in the WWAC universe before we go back to main story

[siren-serotonin]

GUYS I JUST ALMOST DIED IM NOT EVEN KIDDING I COULD HAVE BEEN SWIMMING WITH THE FISHIES DEAR GOD

[i-only-came-here-for-my-fandoms]

WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE COMING FROM??