#he looks a bit... fleshy on both drawings...

[minty-frost]

I'm thinking of making a little explanation of how I draw Meltdown, specifically of how I quickly draw him for doodles and still keep the design recognisable.

[corollaservant]

My Love, Mine All Mine // 18+ mdni (soft sex)

you were lying on the bed, suguru was on the couch, the summer breeze entered the room with the windows open, curtains closed—the road under the apartment busy with loud speeding cars, rushing to go anywhere. thoughts mixed incoherently when he entered.

sheets covered your half naked body as he lied next to you, both facing the ceiling. he turned his head, and you did too, as if on cue. without saying anything, he started going through strands of your hair—his fingers careful with each touch. he continued softly caressing your cheecks, your chin, collarbones, chest. you eyes still shut, now heavy breathing with his undivided attention on you as his touch lingered. he traced your sides, your hips, your thighs and stayed there maybe a bit longer—drawing circles when you opened your eyes to interrupt his patterns, "I.." you couldn't continue. "what is it baby?" he gently asks—he purrs, "it's nothing" you say as you bring your body closer to his, to say it must be silly but your faces are inches apart as you bring your mouth to kiss him, very softly like the way he is touching you—he reciprocates, bringing back both hands to cup your face as he pecks on your lips, hand squeezes around your jaw before it's deepened, he must savor the moment, he must savor you.

"I wanted to say.. I love you." you whisper in between breaths. you may not be looking but he smiles and brings both your hands carefully above your head, his muscular frame rests on top of you, heavy with need, as he asks for permission "want to do this?" you nod, doesn't he? he moves to your exposed neck, nibbling at a spot that makes you shiver as pads of his fingers remove the only thing you had on—your panties, somehow soaked by his previous affections, actions not really wanting the fleshy contact but the need to draw his love for you. fingers now touch your sensitive area with care, playing with your entrance smeared by your arousal as he stops and takes off his pants. his erection hits against his stomach but he is in no rush—he wants to savor this, your sight reminds him of a painting; he can't remember which, maybe there isn't one like this. "I love you." he says before entering you, both gasping from the sudden pleasure of touch.

he stays there looking at you and starts to move slowly, leisurely as you adjust to him, it's been years and it's difficult, but you do—he thrusts slightly and you pant under him; hands cupping his face and going for his hair and he lets out a soft sigh, you're now squeezing luscious black hair, untied and falling on his shoulders framing his glistening face—it's summer and he puts an effort. he brings himself closer to your ear, the action elicits goosebumps on your arms and he notices; he always does. "I love that." he hums, "I love you." he breathes out as he picks up his pace, his yearning reflects on each thrust, the friction and damp mess of your intertwined bodies bringing you close to a euphoric state. and you are there, so inexplicably close that you shut your eyes and bring your lips to his, as you grab his hair forcefully and come in small, low whimpers. mouths are parted for you to breathe, the knot in your stomach snaps and bliss takes over. your flushed face and glimmering eyes when you look up is enough to have him spill inside, his orgasm is peaceful and intense simultaneously—kissing you between his own timid breaths, deliriously whispering like he's drunk "so..agh–so..beautiful..." and maybe he is drunk.

he's still inside you as he plants a kiss on your shaky mouth, then breathes out a "coffee?" as he takes a few unruly strands off your face. "sure." you smile. he extends his hand to you, the sun behind the curtains slowly going down.

[cottonlemonade]

heyy! SO glad to see you're having another event!! The last piece with kags was so cute!!

For this event- i'd really like to order a large americano for here with iwaizumi!

So excited to see what you come up with!

Working From Home

word count: 656 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Iwaizumi x chubby!Reader

genre: fluffy smut

warnings: spoilers, mdni, nsfw (ironically)

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Iwaizumi sighed and stretched his neck. While he enjoyed a little time away from the very energetic roster of the Japanese national team, he was proven time and time again that he was not cut out for office work. The only upside to those days working from home, when he felt chained to the computer, was when your home office days overlapped and he could enjoy the comfort of knowing you shared the same space. Since you worked remotely often, he had made sure to look for an apartment with an extra room with plenty of natural light that could be turned into an actual office. He made a little game out of knocking at your door and announcing himself like a secretary would, whenever he brought you something to eat.

Today however, it seemed like you had finished early and he could hear the quiet bustling of chores as he focused on drawing up a plan for a new training regimen he wanted to try out next week. He sat on the couch, laptop on a tray over his knees, reading over the timeline when a small plate came into view.

“Here, hon. To tie you over until dinner time.”

Iwaizumi looked up at the plate in your hands but was met with the sight of a completely different kind of snack.

A washed out tank top clung to your chubby body - something you often wore while you two did housework. It was an old, ratty thing that was a bit too tight here, too wide there, and had a frayed hem from having washed it too many times. But as if he cared when all of that was paired with his wife clearly not wearing a bra.

“Is it my birthday?”, he asked, very obviously staring at your breasts.

You looked down on yourself, a little puzzled at first, then grinned.

“This is your fantasy?”, you laughed.

“It for sure is the start of one.”

You put the plate on the coffee table and straightened again, highly amused that your husband was not even attempting to hide his stares.

“I thought I’d get a jump on things and do some laundry.”

Iwaizumi didn’t miss a beat. “Can I be laundry?”

You giggled when he put the laptop next to the plate of apple slice you had cut for him and pulled you into his lap - you allowed yourself a bit of shifting so you could comfortably straddle him, your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

Not wasting any time with pretense he brought both hands up to gently grab your breasts, squeezing them when you leaned in for a kiss. You felt like you were back in high school and ignoring homework to fool around.

You chuckled against his lips at his now rhythmic squeezing. “What are you doing?”

“Just relaxing my hands, darling.”, he met your eyes with a smirk, “You know how important it is to loosen your hands every once in a while when working at the computer for too long.”

You nodded along, putting on a serious expression. “Is that so?”

“Hm hm. Trust me, I’m a professional.” He began kissing your neck, giving your now hardened nipples a few brushes with his fingertips.

You let out a moan when his lips went over your shoulder down to your breasts, exposed from him pulling a little at the neckline of your top.

“I remember you said something about regular exercise while in home office as well.”

“You’re such a good listener, babe.”

He lifted you off his lap to lay down the couch, swiftly pulling your shirt over your head, flinging it somewhere behind him and taking your nipple into his mouth.

Large, calloused hands gripped your fleshy hips and he groaned when your plush thigh rubbed against the hard outline in his sweats.

“What about work?”, you teased

“They can live without me for an hour.”

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a/n: thank you for your sweet words! Please enjoy ^^ 🌟

[nickfowlerrr]

🦋 - “what would you do without me?” with steve rogers maybe…? please? :}

(you don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s totally up to you because ik you probably have a bunch of asks and you’re busy. and ofc if bucky instead of steve is better for you then im fine with that too! love you sweets and again… happy 3k ❤️)

working overtime

pairing: steve rogers x curvy!reader

warnings: literally nothing but smut and a lil bit of fluff. 18+ only.

words: 1.6k

notes: look what you made me do. 💀

but actually, lol, thank you for the request. i wasn't sure i was gonna do it, but i woke up this morning and decided to at least try. i have such a hard time writing steve, especially smut with steve, but this just took off on it's own once i started! hope you enjoy it. not edited and quite hastily written, so sorry for any errors!

thank you in advance for reading! as always, reblogs and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated. let me know what you think! 🩵

"Oooh, fuuuuuck," the sultry moan draws out from you as you grasp onto his body even tighter, pulling him down even closer as you whimper in his ear, your hot breath across his sweat dampened skin and your legs circling his waist as best they can.

His thick length is hitting just the right spot deep inside your warm walls and you swear to god you're about to combust from the never ending pleasure he's torturing you with.

Your nails are leaving marks all over his solid back, and his heady grunts in your ear are doing nothing but pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

With every deep stroke of his cock inside you, your chests are brushing together. You arch up into him, you need him closer. You need to feel him, every inch of him that you can, along your hot, sensitive skin.

Your lips are searching for him, desperate for his kiss as he fucks you so perfectly.

You nip at his jaw and earn a moan that spurs you on, your lips now incessant until he finally turns his head a bit and meets you. His lips are soft but adamant against your own, hot and fervent as he continues thrusting into you just the same.

"Please, Stevie," you mewl against his lips breathily, sounding so debauched and pathetic.

He fucking loves it.

He drops his body down on yours, but continues to hold most of his own weight with his arms either side of you, one on the mattress and one on your fleshy hip, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His hips are flush to yours now, he makes sure you feel him, pressing you down into the mattress until you're a mess of broken moans squeezing around him. He can't take his eyes off your pretty face. The way your eyes are closed tight in your pleasure, how your lips are parted just slightly as you let out the most beautiful sounds, just for him.

His gaze stays trained on your face as he begins to slowly roll his hips against yours. The gasp you let out and the way your eyes snap open when he stimulates your sensitive clit with his movements send him even closer to edge he's been on for the past few minutes. He holds himself back, though. He just wants one more orgasm from you, and then you can call it a night.

He said he'd be quick, but from the twinkle in his eye as he kissed your neck, his big hands wandering all over your soft body, those big blues peering up at you, you both knew he'd be anything but.

It'd been a prolonged torture as he ate you out like a man starved, his tongue ceaseless as his thick fingers brought to the edge over and over again before he finally allowed you to come.

When he finally slid his throbbing length into you, you honestly could've come right then, but he took his time with you yet again. He moved slow and deep inside of you, ensuring you felt every inch of his heavy cock as he fucked you like you were the most delicate, precious thing in the world. And to him, you were.

He touched you so gently, large warm hands squeezing and caressing every inch of your body that he could. He slid out of you, turning to sit against the headboard of the bed before he pulled you onto him.

He nuzzled into your neck as you sank down onto his cock, the stretch of him had your head falling back in bliss as his held you to him, his hands on your back, keeping you close.

You rode him just the way he liked, your hands in his hair, holding him to you as he kissed, nipped, and sucked on your sensitive nipples, his hands smoothing up and down your backside as he kept you astride him.

When he felt your walls tightening around him, he grunted deeply, trying to keep hold of himself. He moved a hand around your hip, traveling down to where you met him, his thumb finding your clit and working circles of the bundle of nerves. He had you coming around him in seconds.

You swore you were through after that, but he had other ideas.

He kept hold of you, turning you back over onto the mattress as he hovered above you.

He gave you some time to come down, leaving his cock inside your tight walls, but not moving within you as he kissed you softly, trailing his lips over your skin as he hummed and whispered praises to you.

When he felt your walls squeeze him, he smirked and found your eye. "You ready, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Steeeeve," you bemoaned, "I have work in the morning," you complained while tilting your head to give him more access to your neck as he continued kissing you. You could feel his smile against your skin and couldn't keep your own from gracing your lips.

"Just one more for me, baby," he murmured against your skin, "then we'll sleep."

With that, he began fucking you once more, but his thrusts weren't as slow.

He was hitting you just as deep, but his pace was quicker.

And now here you were, teetering on the edge of your third orgasm of the night.

With every slow, deliberate roll of Steve's hips into yours, you swear you could cry from the overwhelming sensation. It felt so incredibly good, you couldn't stop the gasps and whines that were leaving you even if you'd wanted to.

"You take me so fucking well, angel," he groans. "Squeeze my cock just like that. Oh, fuck. You're so good to me, baby.," he praises with every rock of his hips.

His hand squeezes your hip tight as your legs starts to twitch. "I'm gonna give it to you, baby, don't worry," he soothes as you cry, the pressure compounding as the coil in your belly tightens even more - your muscles taunt as you can feel your walls starting to clench down on him. "I know what you need, sweetheart, I'll give you every last fucking drop," he grits out as his pace falters a bit.

One particular thrust finally has you coming completely undone. You can barely hear yourself as your body shatters around him, your moans and cries and his name like a prayer falling off your tongue are all lost to you as your walls pulse tightly around Steve's cock.

The sensation mixed with the sounds coming from your lips have Steve finally letting himself go; his thick, heavy load painting your walls as your body refuses to let him go without draining every last drop of release he has to offer you.

You're leaking him by the time he finally stops coming, heavy pants from both of you filling the air as he easily grabs your plush body and tugs you into him as he lays down, wrapping his arms around you and sighing in contentment as you let yourself nuzzle into him. You're both a mess of sweat and stickiness but you can't seem to mind all that much as he holds you.

"That was so good," you mumble in your exhaustion, your tiredness now more evident than ever as you melt in his arms.

"Yeah," he smiles. "And see, you're all tuckered out and ready to fall asleep now," he teases.

"I need to pee," you pout into his chest. He laughs and takes a breath before he suddenly moves to stand, holding you in his arms with ease. You know he's super soldier strong, but you'll never get used to how easy he makes it seem.

Your legs are around him, surely making a mess of his abdomen, but he doesn't seem to care as he walks you to the bathroom.

He sets you down gently with a kiss to your forehead before he turns, "I'm gonna grab the towels from the dryer," he says, leaving you to relieve yourself.

When you're washing your hands, he returns, clean towels folded and ready to be put in the cabinet.

"Wanna shower now or in the morning?"

"What time is it?"

"A little past eleven," he tells you, having the decency to be a little sheepish with the information.

"Steve!" you admonish with a whine.

"I'm sorry," he laughs, "but really, do you have to go in on a Saturday? You sure the boss needs you that badly?"

"Oh, the boss needs me pretty damn badly," you answer. He smirks at your quick response.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind you calling out one day," he says.

"No? Well what would he possibly do without me there?"

He shrugs, "I have a feeling he's gonna be taking the day off, too," he smiles as he gets closer to you, arms wrapping around you.

"Is he, now?" you question.

"He is," he whispers as he leans close to you, brushing his lips against yours. "We both deserve it."

It's your turn to smile then as you kiss him gently. "We do," you agree. "Thank you," you add with another kiss.

"Mmm," he hums against you. "What would you do without me?" he jokes. You chuckle.

"Might get some fucking sleep for once," you shove him playfully, laughing as he humors you and pretends to be affected by your push. "Start the shower, Captain, you're a mess."

"Yes, ma'am," he says with a smirk, his eyes trailing your body, lighting a fire under your skin as he does. "You gonna join me? I know you cleaned up some," he says, pulling you in by your arms, "but we could always get you a little more dirty."

[cartoon-cass]

Murder Drone episode 7 & 8 trailer analysis

This is the first bit of Murder Drone news we've had in a while so I'm biting at the chance to do some analysis. I'll do new dialog first as there isn't much of it.

"hahaha thanks for giving me the planet. Fricking idiot."

This is said by CYN or Absolute Solver, which ever one you want to call them. At first I thought this was a thing that happen in present time but that seems like a pretty big plot twist to put in the trailer so more then likely it's either what happen when Copper-9 core collapsed or what happened to Earth.

"All I know is I need you. [We'll] figure things out, together?"

I put the "We'll" in square brackets as I'm not a 100% sure that's what he says, theirs a loud crash right before it and there are no subtitles so can't be sure. N is not having a good time, poor baby. I'm guessing Uzi found out about the whole kill all infected worker drones and N is comforting her that he won't kill her.

On to the images now.

This shot is pretty dark and we get no context about it but it appears to be some sort of man made cave system, with wooden support beams and a wooden crate with what appears to be an old timey gas lamp. The hole in the wall is made out of fleshy growths with human skulls and rib cages, the fleshy growths are reminiscent to other fleshy stuff the Absolute Solver has made and the human remains are likely from the scientist or other types of workers unlucky enough to be in the blast radius when the hole was created. My money is on one of those Null black holes like the one Uzi made in Episode 6.

Uzi and N hug UwU. All jokes aside they appear to be in some sort of church, surprisingly clean for what I have to assume is god knows how far underground. The hug seems pretty desperate so they seem to have been separated from each other, as shown in the next shot, also Tessa or Doll are nowhere to be found.

This is the best shot I could get of this scene. N is being dragged on the floor into the hole by eldritch hands, this seems to be the same spot as the first image. N is grabbing something and for the life of me I have no idea what it could be but N seems to think it's important, It's not a core, maybe a human heart but that is a big maybe, but it's my best guess.

Here we see 2 sentinels chained up and a giant church, the sentinels are probably guarding it. At first I thought it was raining in this scene but on closer inspection it's actually stalagmites and stalactites, which means their definitely underground. there's a human skull on the bottom right and in red, possibly blood, is written null, there other words on the column right behind it too but it's to hard to read it.

In this frame you can better see that there's a banner on the church that says, "Lab space for rent" there seems to be red tape on it with other text but that's way to small to even guess at what it's saying. There's also a miner helmet and a bloody pickaxe, given the blood I'm guessing this was for a human and not a drone.

The sentinels seem to be reacting to some sort of light but the source of the light is not seen but it's from above, which is why I first confused it for lightning but given their underground that seems unlikely.

The only thing we see of Tessa and it's slamming Nori's locker closed, there was nothing in the locker if you were wondering. I love the little drawings, hopefully we get to see more of Nori she seems to be an interesting character .

Something weird I noticed is that thing in the bottom left corner it's not there for one frame and the next it's there and I have no idea what it could be. It's probably nothing and maybe just a result of editing for the trailer but I thought I mention it.

Look at them their so cute. I think they heard something and turn around to see what it is, likely after the hug but no idea. the light there facing is red and it persists throughout the next few shots too, maybe it's Doll, the eldritch thing from earlier or both, eldritch Doll.

Uzi is holding a crucifix of all things??? Also Uzi does not seem ok, she seems to move weird.

This frame shows that Uzi has some sort of image on her screen, or her screen is off with no eye lights and it's reflections, it's really hard to tell, but I think it's the first as the frames before this where her head is down has the same thing which wouldn't be if it's reflections.

At first I thought there was a disassembly drone in the background but it appears to be a light fixture, though it doesn't seem to do a lot of help as it's dark as hell down there. Also Rip N's hand. I think there might be a N and Uzi fight but I doubt either of them wants that.

It's interesting their leaning heavily on the Christian theming, it's always been there, the disassembly have wings and halos, head band lights, and where even referred to as sky demons, but they've never been so upfront. If I'm reading them right N is meant to be an angel or a fallen angel and Uzi a demon but what that means for the episode I'm not sure.

[akiramona]

Non-human SSO designs dump

Welp--- Today I drew the umm... how I imagine the aliens and extradimensional beings in SSO :> Or I mean... disclaimer xD i CAN'T stress enough how much more i would like to know about the Dark Riders to draw their designs properly IF THEY'RE ALIENS TwT like are they even the same type of alien?? No clue alright--- so i decided to picture how i feel it ^^ i'll make notes to it accordingly--- *cough cough* tada!

Now I know what you're thinking, it's a bit empty, it's a bit muddled because of how small it is--- which is because i made the canvas with the intention to compare the size to something else---

My design opinion for a long time about Garnok was that he is too fleshy of an alien--- if Aideen brought life to Jorvik, she's the embodiment of it... so i decided to redesign Garnok into something really "out of this world"--- a 2D puddle of shapes in a 3D environment :> His generals kind of mimic that design like... they look like their human selves but if you were to put them in a similar environment as Garnok is in, they would start to dematerialise too :D I also noted in the dark riders post that i didn't like that Garnok is so pink (since--- Aideen's magic is also coded in pink so unless they wind up to be the same entity or something like Marika and Radagon and i am making a fool of myself here xD) so i added a bit more colour to him--- like i think it might be that the shapes are starting to catch pink due to Pandorian energy xD

Oh and speaking of Pandoria...

Since Ydris is really the only pandorian we know to date (except for Zee but i couldn't land on good shapes for her ^^) i kinda had to jur reverse engineer this design. Like we know pandorian's have masks and the only creatures we've seen in pandoria were shadow-seekers and those cliché manta rays--- so i added a bit of both to my design... I think i'll be using this as my default for designing pandorians in the future (i have an OC, wink wink, nudge nudge ;3) It is very likely bro will just be a masked humanoid in pandoria, but i really like to think of Pandorians as beings UNRESTRICTED BY SHAPE OR FORM and such xD

I would really love to do something more with these designs i had in my head for a while but erm... this will have to do for now ^^"

I'd love to hear opinions of these--- are they good? are they bad? are they ugly? xD And what's your take on the creature design for them? Idk, i have read neither of the books so... i'd love to hear the take of someone who has and has some inside info on this 👀

[cod-z]

[NSFW 18+] Pegging Series (Anon Reveal)

Your media consumption isn't my responsibility | TW: NSFW 18+, Title itself explanatory

Pairing(s): Alejandro Vargas x Stoic!Reader x Rofolfo 'Rudy' Parra

| One-shots | A/N: My anon reveal and brain-rot. For those who knows said story, yes, I am THAT anon from said blog

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Stoic!Reader and 141 are working along Los Vaqueros once again. Of course this time the op was a bit— well, say to the least, odd. The mission was simple a quick in-and-out(*cackles*) grab and secure the target and those who may be carrying vital information but that catch was, in order to access entry of said objective,  married couples only.

And let’s say they don’t enjoy the fact that Ale and Rudy are married for odd reasons, they need a feminine figure.

That’s where you come in. (literally)

Posing as the soft, delicate and beautiful significant other of both Ale and Rudy, recently married. Of course they let you into the establishment but unfortunately infidelity women took one look at your husbands and started to swarm them the moment you had spotted the target.

After securing the target and waiting for 141 to go and fetch said target, you couldn’t help get a dark feeling within you as you watch your ‘husbands’ get attacked with flirtatious women.

So as a good spouse, you march your way down the stairs, pushing against those skanks, I mean ladies, grab Ale and Rudy by their belts and lead them towards the bedroom you three were given.

Throwing away the radio to the side since the mission was already a success, you push both men onto the bed, not caring about their confused yet scared looks they give one another. Searching through your bags and draws you found it, your instruments of punishment.

Sauntering towards Ale and Rudy, you set off rules and safe-words. (Don’t have to read this part but for most, consent is sexy, pls dont block me)

Grabbing Ale by his belt you draw him in, his back towards your frame, the noise of his belt being undone and zipper being opened makes Rudy’s body tense as he watches his husband being undressed in front of him. It’s for the mission you would purr at them but in their shocked and growing horny-ness they silently agree as Ale is fully undressed.

His throbbing cock already turning a bright red from the situation you’ve put them in. Your hand clasped against his fleshy appendage and started to stroke him, soft wisps of whimpers leaving his lips before letting out a loud moan as you squeeze his cock hard at the base, your voice sultry and demanding as you tell him to look at Rudy. “Don’t let your eyes leave your husband, it's not polite to ignore him, is it?”

Ale meekly gives a nod before you return to stroking his cock in your hands, watching Rudy slowly palm himself while watching you touch his beloved Ale, making them both slowly turn putty in your hands.

Your other hand is already working its way to Ale’s rim, covered with lube that you’ve prepared out, stretching and toying to make sure the rubber toy could slide in.

You watch as Ale’s legs tremble as you increase your pace, stroking him faster and squeezing him harder while adding another finger inside his ass. His hand landing on top of your head as he tries to keep himself upright, the pleasure already bearing him to his first climax, his eyes still on Rudy who matches your pace with his fist on his own cock.

You watch both men unfold before you. Their cum flying onto the floor, their bodies and the bed.

Well shit. Perhaps the three of you need to do what sham throuples do, gotta make it believable, right?🫢

[kokusfluffyhair]

I'll Teach You 🔥

Rengoku Kyojuro x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are Rengoku Shinjuro's student and he gave you the task to teach his eldest son how to make love. The only problem is that it's your first time, too, and you've got your own reservations.

Warnings: virginity loss, ejaculation into reader, mother kink, father to son manhandling, teacher to student manhandling

NSFW content! 18+ only!

A/N: I wrote this with a different father/son duo in mind and then "translated" it into being with the Rengokus. Apologies if they are a bit OOC

"Y/n?"

"What?"

"What are we supposed to do here?"

Your teacher, Rengoku Shinjuro had his mind set on a mission to turn his eldest into a man. Without warning, he summoned you and Kyojuro and shut you both in a room together. The two of you were not to come out until Kyojuro had learnt how to use his manhood. Unfortunately for you, you weren't sure yourself how this was all done and had no experience in such intimacy.

"For fuck's sake, Kyojuro ..."

Kyojuro had still not gotten used to your use of colourful language and stared at you.

"Kyojuro," your voice became more gentle. "Do you still find me beautiful? You told me that I am that day you gifted me with flowers after one of my training sessions."

His mouth opened a bit, drawing attention to his moist, soft lips. He then cleared his throat. "Y-Yes." He blushed. "But, you're my father's student, and so it's wrong ... isn't it?"

"I guess so. But, maybe it's okay. Shinjuro-sensei gave me a task and so, I guess we are encouraged to ... explore." You scratched your head. "To be honest, I'm not fond of this kind of task but ..." You looked at Kyojuro, your eyes softening. "You were so sweet to me."

Kyojuro blushed some more.

You smiled. You started to blush a little, too. "You made me ... feel things ... you know? When you were such a gentleman towards me. I ... I never thought a man would treat me that way."

"You ... you deserve to be treated like a princess, y/n." His blush spread to his ears.

"Kyojuro." You came over to him and put your hand to his soft cheek. "I really want to --"

The pink hue spreading on your cheeks was too much for Kyojuro to bear. He put his hands to your face and kissed you on the lips. It was his first time, so he was a bit rough. As he pulled away from you, he was sweating.

You stared at him, almost in shock. You put two fingers to where you were kissed and then touched them to Kyojuro's lips.

Kyojuro took your hand and gently started to kiss it. His hot breath puffed on your skin as he explored his way around your fingers.

A creeping moist sensation slid from your sex. You first wondered if you were peeing but then remembered that it meant you were aroused.

"Kyojuro?"

"Yes?"

"May I undress you?"

He stopped kissing your hand. He shyly placed his cheek into your palm. His heart was racing in his chest. "I ... I'm a little fleshy. I don't have the best body. I don't know if I want to."

"Hey." You took his face in your hands and leant closer to him. "You're very handsome. Don't be ashamed of yourself." You kissed his lips. "It's okay. I accept you."

Kyojuro licked your saliva from his lips and agreed.

You slowly removed his kimono, layer by layer, until he stood in front of you bare-chested. He was a fleshy young man, but not fat, and you could feel along his shoulders and arms how fit he was from all his kenjutsu practice. There was no hair on his body except a small, light, patch in the middle of his chest that bore a slight reddish colour.

Kyojuro looked shyly towards the ground.

"You look amazing," you said. You then knelt before him and untied his obi. You could hear Kyojuro's breathing grow heavier as you began to remove his hakama. Underneath was a hard bundle crammed into a fundoshi. You kissed Kyojuro on his stomach under his belly button before you slid the fundoshi off. You were nearly hit in the face by his thick and large length.

"S-Sorry," Kyojuro said.

You giggled a little. "It's fine." You eyed his length curiously, almost as if hungry for it. You pushed your feelings aside and stood up. "Now it's your turn. Undress me."

Breathing through his mouth, Kyojuro removed your kimono. He was met with your slender and muscular upper body. Your small, but perky breasts were secured with a tight wrap. "Ehm ... what do I ...?"

"Just take it off." You gave him a head pat.

"Y-Yes." His lower half twitched as he removed the wrap from your chest. He was soon met with your breasts and stared at them with a gleam in his eyes. He gently put his hands to them and touched their softness before bending down to stick his face in them. He started to groan as he explored your breasts with his face, his lower half growing harder and more unbearable.

Noticing that he was in a very happy place, you removed your hakama and fundoshi on your own. You put your hands on Kyojuro's waist as he kissed and sucked on your breasts. The moisture leaking from your sex started to trickle down your thigh.

"Okaa-san ..." Kyojuro whimpered as he continued. "Okaa-san ..." His voice grew desperate.

"Eh?" you said. "Wait, Kyo, I'm not Ruka"

He moaned. "You can be my mama right now ..."

You looked down and saw some white liquid oozing out of Kyojuro's sex. "I think we're supposed to get in the futon now."

Kyojuro started to suck on your nipple.

"Ah --" It felt very good. "Kyo ..." You put your hands to his soft cheeks and removed his face from your chest. "Be good and come with me. We need to go to the futon." You took his hand and led him over.

Kyojuro kissed your hand and helped you sit down. His gesture made you blush more. He smiled and lowered himself onto the futon.

"What do we do now?" he asked.

"I think we lay down."

You two laid down next to each other. You started to caress Kyojuro's shoulders and chest. He groaned and rolled his shoulders from the touch.

"Y/n ..." He put his hand to her waist and started to feel around your body. He let out a heavy sigh as his hand made its way to your ass. "So nice ... but ..." He rolled closer to you and found his face back to your breasts. "I can do this forever ..." He drooled as he slowly sucked on your nipple again.

"Ahh ..." Your back arched a little. "Kyojuro ..." You held him at his ribcage. Your hands travelled to his back where you started to massage him. You soon felt the warm, thick liquid coming from his sex spilling out onto your leg. His length twitched mercilessly the more he sucked at your breasts.

They continued like this until your nipples were sore and Kyojuro's jaw was tired from all the sucking. You pulled away from each other, covered in each other's juices, and looked at each other.

"Was that it?" Kyojuro asked.

"No. I don't think so."

"What else were we supposed to do?"

"Ehm ..." You looked down to his length. "I think you stick that --" you pointed to it. "In here." You pointed to your opening.

"W-What?" Kyojuro's face turned red.

"Yes. And then we make some movements." You pumped your hips.

"Y/n? You want to devour my penis?" He seemed mortified by the idea.

"I don't know. I kind of don't want to do it. It's like ... your penis would be stabbing into me through the middle. Like harakiri."

"Harakiri?" Kyojuro's voice grew louder. "No! I'd never do such a thing! But ... but ... what if I stick it in you and that hole of yours eats it?"

"What?" Your voice also grew louder. "Why would I eat it? And I don't think that's possible!"

"I don't know! But it's so dark in there!" He bent down to get a closer look at your opening. "It's like a neverending hole!"

You pointed to his twitching length. "Your thing is alive! It moves on its own!"

"It itches! That's why!" He put a finger to your opening. "Y/n, you're leaking with something!"

"So are you and it's all over us!"

"It's normal! This happens when I sleep sometimes!"

The door suddenly roughly slid open. Rengoku Shinjuro stood in the doorway, holding a bottle of sake in his hand and glaring at you both.

You felt like you were about to die from embarrassment of your teacher seeing you completely naked.

"O-Otou-san?" Kyojuro asked, also petrified.

"How dense can you two be!?" Shinjuro said in an authoritarian tone.

"W-What?" you both said.

Shinjuro started to storm over.

"Hey! What are you doing, Shinjuro-sensei? Get out of here!" you exclaimed.

"Otou-san were you listening at the door!?" Kyojuro turned pale.

Shinjuro took a long gulp out of the sake bottle and carelessly tossed it to the floor. It cracked and spilled all over. He then thew off his kimono, flashing his upper body to the two of you. To your favour, he spared you of the sight of him removing his lower garments.

You stared at him. "You're way past your prime, Shinjuro-sensei."

"Quiet," he hissed at you. "You two are pathetic." Without warning, he grabbed Kyojuro's manhood and pulled it to the beginning of your opening.

Kyojuro screamed out of horror.

"You stick it in and pump, Kyojuro!" Shinjuro yelled. "She's more than well-lubricated and can take it!"

Kyojuro's face was now growing purple at this point and he was hardly breathing.

You looked at your teacher in horror. "You are going way too far with this! This is unnecessary!"

Shinjuro pushed the tip of his son's manhood into the shallowest part of your entrance. "Y/n, slide onto him." He released Kyojuro and then whacked him on the head. "How stupid are you, boy!?"

Kyojuro looked like he was holding back tears. You slid herself onto him, gritting your teeth as you felt a pop inside of you.

"That's how you do it, y/n," Shinjuro said in a proud voice. "No tears, no screaming. That's my future Hashira!"

Kyojuro was completely petrified as you straddled him.

"Grab her bottom, Kyojuro! Do something!"

Kyojuro breathed heavily as he clamped his hands on your ass. He squeezed into your flesh as if pretending that they were your breasts.

"Now go!" Shinjuro commanded. "Show him how it's done, y/n!"

You gave your teacher a dead-pan look. "We're in the right position so will you give us some privacy ...?"

Shinjuro folded his arms over his chest. "Yes, but get going. You don't have all day." He gave you a whack to your ass.

You cringed out of disgust.

"Fucking hell ..." you snarled after you were left in private again. You started to grind Kyojuro. "Fucking hell ... I'll get that old man, just you wait ... just you wait ... damn it all ..." You grinding became rougher and faster.

Kyojuro started to moan. "Y/n ..."

You no longer heard him. "Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him! FUCK HIM!" You rode Kyojuro mercilessly, taking out all of your frustration.

Kyojuro squealled. He was feeling the most intense pleasure he ever had before. His eyes almost started to roll back into his head as he pushed you even deeper onto him.

"Ah--!" You were penetrated so deeply. "Kyo --!" You flopped on top of him and continued to pump your hips. Your faces were right in front of each other. "It's so good! Just a little more!"

"Y/n ... I think I'm ..."

Just as you were about to hit your climax, Kyojuro's seed exploded into you. Your walls pulsated around his length, milking out every last bit that was inside of him. The two of you both moaned and sighed out of relief as the sensations of pleasure rippled throughout your bodies.

Kyojuro's manhood grew comfortably limp and slipped out of you on its own from the moment you started to position yourself off of him.

You two lay on their backs next to each other. Kyojuro moved to his side and snuggled closer. He put his hand gently on the small bloating in your lower abdomen and caressed you.

"Do you need anything?" he asked.

You shook your head. You were smiling.

"This was so good ..." Kyojuro giggled quietly and placed his head next to yours. As he felt your arm wrap itself around him and pull him closer, he purred.

You kissed his forehead.

"Hey, y/n ... do you think we can ... ehm ... do it again ...?" Kyojuro asked shyly.

"Definitely," you answered without hesitation. "But next time ..."

"We go to a room where the door can be locked."

"Exactly."

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

[Corrupted Anon]

Hold up— Ale, Rudy, Sham marriage, belt pulling, pegging… 🙂😐😏 ohhh~~ I have been inspired and fed. It’s 12:30am so it may not make sense.

Stoic!Reader again~ Until people want me to change it ofc. (p.s 141 are or aren’t already in a sexual relationship with stoic!reader, up to your minds) personally for me they are bc I’m a whore, but again up to anyone’s mind.

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Well, well, well.

Stoic!Reader and 141 are working along Los Vaqueros once again. Of course this time the op was a bit— well, say to the least, odd. The mission was simple a quick in-and-out(*cackles*) grab and secure the target and those who maybe carrying vital information but that catch was, in order to access entry of said objective, married couples only.

And let’s say they don’t enjoy the fact Ale and Rudy are married because odd reasons, they need a feminine figure.

That’s where you come in. (literally)

Posing as the soft, delicate and beautiful significant other of both Ale and Rudy, recently married. Of course they let you into the establishment but unfortunately infidelity women took one look at your husbands and started to swarm them the moment you had spotted the target.

After securing the target and waiting for 141 to go and fetch said target, you couldn’t help get a dark feeling within you as you watch your ‘husbands’ get attacked with flirtatious women.

So as a good spouse, you march your way down the stairs, pushing against those skanks, I mean ladies, grab Ale and Rudy by their belts and lead them towards the bedroom you three were given.

Throwing away the radio to the side since the mission was already a success, you push both men onto the bed, not caring about their confused yet scared looks they give one another. Searching through your bags and draws you found it, your instruments of punishment.

Sauntering towards Ale and Rudy, you set off rules and safe-words. (Don’t have to read this part but for most, consent is sexy, pls dont block me)

Grabbing Ale by his belt you draw him in, his back towards your frame, the noise of his belt being undone and zipper being opened makes Rudy’s body tense as he watches his husband being undressed in front of him. It’s for the mission you would purr at them but in their shocked and growing horny-ness they silently agree as Ale is fully undressed.

His throbbing cock already turning a bright red from the situation you’ve put them in. Your hand clasped against his fleshy appendage and start to stroke him, soft wisps of whimpers leaving his lips before letting out a load moan as you squeeze his cock hard at the base, your voice sultry and demanding as you tell him to look at Rudy. “Don’t let your eyes leave your husband, not polite to ignore him, is it?”

Ale meekly gives a nod before you return to stroking his cock in your hands, watching Rudy slowly palm himself while watching you touch his beloved Ale, making them both slowly turn putty in your hands.

Your other hand already working its way to Ale’s rim, covered with lube that you’ve prepared out, stretching and toying to make sure the rubber toy could slide in.

You watch as Ale’s legs tremble as you increase your pace, stroking him faster and squeezing him harder while adding another finger inside his ass. His hand landing on top of your head as he tries to keep himself upright, the pleasure already bearing him to his first climax, his eyes still on Rudy who matches your pace with his fist on his own cock.

You watch both men unfold before you. Their cum flying onto the floor, their bodies and the bed.

Well shit. Perhaps the three of you need to do what sham throuples do, gotta make it believable, right?🫢

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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

MIS AMORES

MIS ESPOSOS

I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR THEM

@lyralein

FOR YOU BESTIE

[adriankyte-writes]

Ooh can you tell us about The Derelict? 👀

A tiny bit of backstory...I decided that I wanted to start selling smut on Amazon, and the best way to do this would be to rip the serial numbers on some fanfic. So I took my favorite ideas from SGA, Battlestar Galactica and Farscape to build my setting. It's grown pretty out of hand and I'm not sure it's going to really resemble any of those series in any way when it's finished LOL.

Excerpt: (The POV character is an Air Force Major named Jasper Ward)

It is several long moments before he can lift his head. The pain in his head has lightened. He stands, meaning to find a towel to clean up the mess but the movement is too much and he drops to his knees, vomiting until there is nothing but bile coming up.

When he is finally able to stop, he’s on his hands and knees, panting, vomit on the floor. He pushes himself shakily to a sitting position. He has managed to keep his pants clean but there is vomit on his shirt. He pulls it off and uses it to wipe his face. His breathing returns to normal and he tosses the shirt aside. He pushes to his feet, his dog tags dangling from their chain.

His legs are shaky, but they hold him.

A change in the light quality brings him to full alertness and he looks up quickly, terrified to find that the Daiomon is in his quarters. Its head is tilted uncannily to the side, like an owl hunting prey. He wants to reach for his radio, he needs to call for help, for backup.

Instead, he locks up, staying put.

The Daioman locks eyes with him, and he can’t move. He’s never been this close to one, but he’s read the survivor reports. The way they can entrance their victims, drawing them in with only a look. So many people simply walked into their embrace to die in their first few encounters with the menacing race.

He feels himself take a step towards the Daiomon, feeling a sensation of peace settle over him. He knows something is wrong, something should bother him, but he can’t remember what. He feels the fabric of his shirt slip from his fingers as he takes another step forward. He is within arm’s reach of the Daiomon and it raises a cool hand to his cheek.

He closes his eyes and rests his cheek against the hand which gently cups his face. The clawed fingers trace over his flesh. Those claws, so deadly; they are hollow, used to inject a poison of some kind to neutralize prey, and yet he doesn’t fear them. Somehow, ridiculously, he feels safe.

A voice in the back of his mind is screaming at him, because this is exactly how the report, from the only expedition member to survive being fed on, described the moments right before the attack. The Daiomon’s eyes trail over him, a finger traces his cheekbones, tilts his face to examine it from different angles.

This time when he smiles Jasper doesn’t resist, doesn’t snap out from under his influence. He runs a finger over Jasper’s lips and he feels his lips slide open, an urge to lick the clawed finger creeps over him but he’s too hazy to act on it.

The Daiomon steps back, his trailing fingers falling from Jasper’s face, and Jasper steps forward, blindly following him from the room. A part of him is still screaming that he’s in danger, but there is no agency in his steps as he wanders down the corridors and through crawlspaces that lead deep into the ship. Far deeper than their explorations have reached. He notes, in a vague hazy way, that the fleshy valves which serve as doors open for the Daiomon as he approaches. He never needs to touch a wall, to find a tendon to tug, as the human explorers do.

End excerpt

This is part of a series centered around a group of explorers called the Cygnus Expedition. They are stranded in the Cygnus galaxy with no way to contact Earth, trying to find a way to fit in with the native alien species, both sentient and not. They are running low on supplies and don't have a way to repair their machinery as it ages, so when they find an abandoned Daiomon (predatory, insect aliens who communicate telepathically...hush they get way less wraith-like) ship on a planet they are exploring they decide to wake it up and use it as their own.

Jasper Ward and the science team have been working on getting it operational and Ward is expected to fly it. What they don't know is that Daiomon bond rather intimately with their ships, and to get it to accept him as its pilot Ward is going to have to get it to trust him. In this scene the ship is trying to communicate with him, but it's using a daiomon avatar because that is all it knows; at the same time Ward is pretty delusional due to exposure to some of the ships fluids during repairs.

[monkiebois]

Aight it's been a long hit minute since I sent ya anything (hi hello bye the bye)

Top five favorite facts/bits of lore/ HCs (can be yours or others head canons) of nezha 😁

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ooooh top five facts/bits of lore/ HCs about Nezha. this is gonna be fun~

Powers

youd never guess. but when i first watched through LMK i didnt care for Nezha. not rlly. I always thought he was cool and had a nice design but I didnt really care much for him. But i ALWAYS thought his powers and abilitys were so cool. maybe its my bias for pink characters and powers (i also have a bias for blue) but when i needed a character to do some fighting in my fic i snatched Nezha. and ever since i started writing him i couldnt stop. So honestly i gotta put his cool lookin powers as #1 since its what initially hooked me onto his character. both canon and other power HC's i have.

2. His personality PSA: Im not saying any of this is canon. these are my headcanons.

I love canon Nezha dont get me wrong, but im a little biased to my headcanons. well- more then a little XP. I ADORE sassy traumatized fucked up little guys. LMK Nezha is already sassy as hell, as he should be. he's soooooo traumatized if you read into his mythology. and he's also so POWERFUL.

it's just something about characters who are mainly known for being powerful and unstoppable. a force to be reckoned with. but eventually it's revealed this 'unstopable persona' is actually just a mask they've built. They are no doubt very powerful. but one of the reasons people are so scared of them is bc they've built the reputation so no one hurts them anymore. Nearly always on the defensive and holding their emotions inside so thy don't get hurt anymore. But like we saw in the s3 special with MK can still be gentle and kind.

not only that, but needs that kind of kindness and acceptance in his life. Needs a family that will accept all aspects of him. The good and the bad.

TS Nezha is a hurt kid. Traumatized and honestly kinda lonely. Because there's very few people that know the real him. Even if he trusts other people, there's no guarantee that they will accept the real him without the mask he's created. Kin moment.

that and the fact its very easy to shove him into a found family.

also Autism representation in my HC's. I'm Autistic, and some of his traits are just me projecting my Autism onto him.

3. His white hair.

My favorite lore bit about Nezha is not something a lot of people know about him. In the translation of Investiture of the Gods I own it says he was born with white hair.

Chapter 12 - The birth of Nezha

However, as Yin had a strange dream one night, she suddenly gave birth to this strange child the following morning. With maidens rushing about saying that a demon was present in Yin's chambers, Li Jing immediately rushed forth into her room and cleaved in two a strange fleshy ball that rolled to and fro across the floor. Within the ball emerged a small young child with hair as white as snow with a gleaming golden bracelet on his right wrist.

I have implemented this in my Tangled Star AU but how is spoilers >:3

all im saying is TSNezha and TSMac have something in common~ but thats already saying too much >:3

4. His Design Theres a reason ive only minorly changed his design in my headcanons. Overall i ADORE it. Again im probably biased because of all the pink but I love characters like him. He's got some traditionaly feminine design choices. at least traditionally in the west (Pink, Long hair, the bottom of his armor looks like a skirt). It's very gender. and he's just cute overall. his design is so much fun to draw and my version is even more fun.

Honestly. The guys got my gender. Masc, but confident in wearing some feminine things. He just seems like the kind of guy who'd like wearing dresses and keeping his hair long, but still masc nonetheless. Breaking gender norms as he should.

5. His dynamics with other characters.

I love writing him interacting with other characters. He just clashes so well with the other characters when i write him in my AU's. both positively and negatively. I love writing him in angst, i love writing him in fluff. I just. love putting this guy into situations XD.

his relationship with his found family in tangled star is SO MUCH FUN to write. traumatized little guy who trusts no one but the people he's closest with. and even they are still getting him to open up.

thats...honestly the best way i can describe my top five things about nezha. its hard to explain why i like him and i was just tempted to write

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So be happy you got that much out of me. sorry it got so long but once i start ranting i cant stop. XD

[dreamylightz]

Ah, Chairman Squidillius McKraken.

What a handsome fella he is, don't you agree? Such a powerful southern belle, too! But that is very much so besides the point here. This post is made to take a more in depth look into this seemingly power hungry squid and see why his appetite for control is so vast. Let's get started, shall we?

WHO IS CHAIRMAN MCKRAKEN?

Chairman Squidillius Mckraken, or in japanese, Ikakamone-gichō, is the main antagonist of Yokai Watch 1 (both 3-DS and Switch ports of it), a minor, optional boss on Yokai Watch 2, and a restaurant owner in Yokai Watch 3. He is a tall, squid-like yokai with a southern accent known for making sea life based puns. (Mostly squid puns though.) In japanese, these puns are more in line with the sound/word "ika," which roughly translates to cephalopod/squid.

He has red eyes with yellow irises, ten tentacles that make up his hair and beard, and suckers on both hands, which better match the mouth-piece of a cephalopod. These hands drain the life-force out of enemy yokai. His outfit, despite him being a political figure outside of the monarchy, doesn't resemble that of a politician. Rather, it fits more with that of a priest or a pope. The tall hat is the easiest indicator. (See pictures below)

ETYMOLOGY/INSPIRATION

Chairman McKraken has very clear inspirations as to where his design draws from. Biology wise, he looks to be based on a vampire squid or the giant squid. Lore-wise, he stems from the old tale of the Kraken, a Nordic myth said to tear down boats with just its tentacles. This is where the inspiration for many of his physical attacks stem from.

There are many ways to interpret the story of the Kraken. But how do they translate to our dear McKraken? Well, for starters, his massive appetite, and no, not just in a literal sense. He has an appetite for power and a cold, callous attitude towards anyone in his way, which is similar to how the Kraken would seemingly attack ships with no remorse if the boat treaded on its territory in the sea. The Kraken is also known to be very territorial and more than happy to claim more land of its own. This very well translates to the plot of the first game, him claiming the Yokai World as his, even hurting his own family [Squisker] along the way in his attempts to claim his territory in not just the Yokai World, but the Human World as well.

The Kraken itself, however, is based on an actual squid in our realm, which McKraken also draws ties from. The Giant Squid, or japonica Architeuthis, is a carnivorous squid that tends to live near the bottom of the ocean, where it can easily hide from its prey and sneak an attack on them. With two long arms and 8 tendrils it can snatch up prey (usually unsuspecting sea creatures floating a bit above it) and drag it down into its beak and consume it whole. If it goes for larger prey, like other mollusc, there will be something of a struggle, but never one where it doesn't end up on top.

McKraken takes his diet and physique from this beast of a creature. This is also echoed by the fact that his choice of shops to run in Yokai Watch 3 also align with the Giant Squid's diet. (That being sea-life and other squid. What a cold calamari he is!)

RELATIONSHIPS(?)

SQUISKER is who we will be evaluating first. He is the supposed distant relative of McKraken and the 7th circle boss of the Infinite Inferno, just before Wobblewok.

(Fun fact, we only remember this due to how many times we had our ass handed to us by Squisker in Yokai Watch Fleshy Souls. It took us a whole YEAR to finally beat him and nearly beat Wobblewok first try after that. Embarassing, I know. -Grape)

Besides that, he is a relatively tough boss to beat. seeing that he's stuck in his second form permanently while locked down there. Perhaps this a hint at a curse of some kind McKraken put on him when getting him banished? There is no clear answer to that. All that is known is that Squisker was banished for being involved with a crime that McKraken committed during one of his political antics.

Finally, we have DR. MADDIMAN. We'll be going more into detail on him later (in our next deep dive post), but for now, let's see how deeply intwined this mad man really is with political genius.

Dr. Maddiman of the old Nocturne Hospital is a boss Yokai and the one in charge of all the other boss yokai that were faced before him and McKraken in the first game of the series. He seems to be the only one that McKraken hadn't thrown away, even after the loss. It was more or less Maddiman losing contact with him after McKraken's inevitable arrest by Lord Enma. Not much is known about their relationship besides that, though we can definitely say it was closer than others.

MOTIVES? GOALS?

His motives seem to be clear. He feels he is a superior ruler for the Yokai World. He views humans as inferior and views those who surrender their medals to said humans to be the lowest of low, akin to that of becoming a pet. His goal is to change that. He wants yokai to be separated from humans under his rule and will go to many lengths to get it to be that way. Besides that, not much is known about why he wished to separate humans from Yokai. Not even the new information from his friend quest in Yokai Watch 4 explains much. This will likely be bound to change if and when the game gets an English translation.

THOUGHTS?

Overall, McKraken is a decently well written villain and paved the way for other villains in the series to flourish. His lack of a sympathetic backstory allows him to stand out compared to the likes of later main antagonists such as Dame Dedtime and The Ghoulfather. He may not have much, but he definitely gives a lot, and we dearly hope to see and learn more about him in the future. Perhaps another movie? I mean, Agent X just got his own movie, and Maddiman appears in the new Yokai Watch Note, so who’s to say?

Penned by Penny, Grape, Ghoul, and Vinnie over the likes of two months. We’re so sorry it took so long and hope it isn’t lackluster!

[blackjackkent]

The area with the House of Healing seems to have been a whole settlement back before the corruption spread; lots of nearby buildings to check out, but in particular, the one next door seems to be the distillery!

This is where that weird guy "He Who Was" asked us to retrieve a ledger so he could prove that a dead lady had stabbed some people in the back, so he could drag her soul back from the Fugue Plain and put it on trial.

Hector is still skeptical about all of it, but he's at least going to go look around and see if this lady did what the dude said she did.

Once again, we're given a sneak preview of likely upcoming weirdness by picking up some ambient dialogue coming from inside.

I dunno, man, you tell me. I just got here.

Like everything else in this area, the place is super abandoned and rundown and clearly has been for some time. Here's the fellow who's talking; he's hanging out next to some boilers that are still inexplicably steaming.

He's not alone in here. There appear to be a few other rambling undead, as well as...uh...this guy.

Man, the Thorm family sure is something, huh?

Closer inspection does not improve him; rotating his model in the details screens shows that he has four legs, tits out, and a tail.

Interestingly...we heard a lot about Thorm's wife and daughter in the mausoleum and elsewhere - that they were Selunites, that they died - but nothing about any sons. So who the hell are these mutated weirdos?

His current status effects also make me think this fight is going to be gross and unpleasant:

Numb: Your puny attacks can't break through the numbness Thisobald feels. He is Immune to Slashing, Piercing, Bludgeoning, and Thunder damage.

Gaseous Reflux: Physical attacks have added gas to Thisobald's special brew.

Ugh. Hector and Karlach pretty much ONLY deal bludgeoning and slashing damage so this is going to be...interesting.

Hector has calmed down a bit, though, so maybe we can talk our way through this one.

Ughhhhh this is going to suck.

OK here we go.

Amazingly, the cutscene opens by having Hector just belly up to shattered, no doubt foul-smelling bar as if it's an average Saturday night.

Gods, what an awful creature. What a stink.

He - it? - pours a foul-looking concoction into an enormous stein and pushes it across the bar at Hector. "Drink..." it rumbles, a raspy, grating voice like a small rockslide. "Gulp it down...wet your whistle...tell your *story.*"

Hector peers into the mug with considerable skepticism, then up at the giant fleshy blob that is his host. "What in all the Nine Hells *are* you?" he asks bluntly.

"Son of Thorm. Sot of Sword Coast," Thisobald booms. "Go on." It nudges the mug closer to Hector in a horrifying parody of good humor. "Cheers. Bottoms up. Down th' hatch."

"This guy looks like he had a long, long, *long* night," Karlach mutters in Hector's ear as she slides onto the stool next to him at the bar. "Might be best to keep him happy for now."

Hector winces and looks down at the mug again. The liquid is most certainly not ale; it's thick and goopy and has an iron scent to it that makes his stomach turn. He glances sideways at Karlach and gives a slight gesture at the mug, as if to say, you mean I should drink this?

She shrugs. Maybe? He can feel the flash of her uncertainty along the thread of the tadpole connection - along with muted amusement.

He rolls his eyes at her, draws a breath, and holds it.

Pick up the tankard.

Narrator: Leaning in, you can see how the creature's skin barely holds it together. The bulge of its belly is on the cusp of bursting wide open.

"Ugh," Gale mutters with disgusted relish. "Look at the thing. A few more tastes of its own medicine and it'll burst."

Well, Hector thinks. That's a strategy. He looks again at the mug, then up at the heaving bulk of the creature across from him.

"Go on," Thisobald growls in its closest approximation of good cheer. "Drink. Make it drank. Be *drunk.* You and I both. To our good health." It raises its own enormous mug expectantly.

Hector grimaces. All things with her strength, he reminds himself firmly. Even this awful concoction. As the masters taught you - find the center, hold it steady, and all discomfort will pass...

I don't know if the masters ever pictured anything quite like this, though...

[MONK][SAVING THROW] Steady your body and mind, then drink.

Narrator: The liquid burns your throat as you swallow, but otherwise you feel no ill effects.

Hector sputters into a cough as he finishes swallowing the bitter draught. Gods, that's awful...

Meanwhile, the creature is draining its own enormous mug with considerable enthusiasm. "Ahhhhh..." it rumbles. "Elixer. But such a small sip you take..." Beneath its mask of cloth, something shifts, as if it has smiled. "Fear not. You will soon quaff as I do!"

With surprisingly deft movements, it rapidly refills both mugs from the enormous, steaming keg strapped to its back. "Now," it commands, placing the mug back before Hector, who looks at it with distaste. "Tell me a story. A fable. A saga. DELIGHT me."

Hector glances at Karlach, who raises her hands in a gesture that he does not need the tadpole to tell him means, I'm staying out of this. He is quite sure he can sense her amusement now.

Great. A story. What the hell would this thing want to hear about?

He raises the mug with a dramatic gesture, tactically sloshing a little of it off to the side. "From aboard a mind flayer vessel, I've witnessed the hells themselves," he intones.

The creature's face is hidden, but its scowl is still obvious. "A wasted journey," it snarls. "The Hells can be seen right here." The words are punctuated with a horrible rumbling noise from its stomach.

Truer words were never spoken, Hector thinks with distaste.

"Spin a more fantastic fable," Thisobald demands. "Entertain, engross, *amuse* me..." For the first time, its voice takes on a distinct note of malice. "Or be amusement..."

Hector gulps. What he would not give in this moment to be a bard with a knack for oratory and a taste for invention...but he is only himself, and his mind feels blank and empty.

The one time Volo would be useful. He thinks on their bard companion, back in camp - and remembers something Volo said to him, early in their acquaintance. My friend, he'd said, every story benefits from a dragon.

"I...slaughtered a gold dragon and collected its vast hoard," he tries, puffing up his chest deliberately and squaring his shoulders.

And...astonishingly, it works. The creature seems fascinated. "Hoard, you say?" it booms. "Sounds like you can stand me a round or seven. But later..." It pokes an enormous finger towards him. "You ask. You drink. Then you amaze, enthuse, astound me. AGAIN!"

Oh, gods...he wants to be anywhere else but here. But he grips the mug with intensity that turns his knuckles white, and prays.

[CLERIC][SAVING THROW] As you drink, call upon your god to steady you.

Narrator: Your belly rumbles as the vile brew fills it - yet your mind remains miraculously clear.

All things with her strength, he repeats desperately to himself, white-knuckling the edge of the bar and struggling against the urge to vomit. My Lady, stand by me now...

The creature comfortably drains another of its enormous draughts and laughs, refilling the mugs again. "More stories!" it demands. "Tell me of foes felled! Villains vanquished! Beasts bested!"

Well, he's certainly had no shortage of those. He casts his mind back across their adventures, picking out some of the most dramatic battles.

"A towering creature rose from molten lava," he tries, remembering the golem that battered them about in the heart of the Grymforge. "I felled it with great wit and might!"

The creature laughs uproariously, satisfied with this tale. "Huh. Molten. Hot. Heavy. I saw such a beast in my latrine. A fierce foe." It gestures again at the mugs. "Ask. Question. Make your query. And drink once more."

Hector looks down at the swirling brew in the mug. If Gale is right...he needs only to endure, and not for much longer. He can do this. He is a monk of Selune; endurance is his mastery.

And...he broke down, lost his discipline, in front of Karlach in the house of healing, mere hours ago. He does not want to fail in this in front of her again so soon. He cannot let her down, cannot let them all down. Even Shadowheart, who has not spoken a word to him since his outburst.

[MONK][SAVING THROW] Channel your focus to a sharpened point as you drink.

Narrator: Each swig is as painful as the last, but you remain in otherwise sound mind and body.

Gods, he feels ill. Every part of him squirms with discomfort. But he holds his focus, stares into the wood of the bar until he begins to steady.

The creature is staring at him intently. It downs another huge swig of the drink and lets out a hoarse groan; something inside it rumbles warningly. "I...know you. I knew...I know...I am knowing..." It leans forward until its face is almost touching Hector's; the stench it brings with it is almost enough to shatter his tenuous control over his digestive system.

"You want father's personal...mysterious...secret..." Thisobald slurs. The drink is starting to affect even his massive bulk and there is an odd straining noise within his body, like a balloon starting to overfill. "No -- not -- never!"

Hector leans back a little on his barstool away from the creature as it begins to ramble more urgently, one arm flailing. "Father said...ordered...commanded. Don't say it, don't say it! The cage. HER cage..."

What is it talking about? Hector listens with a blank expression, his mind churning rapidly in spite of the drink he's consumed.

"Talk..and perish..." Thisobald mumbles. "Die, buried. Buried in Thorm tomb. Father told me."

It looks down at its own distended stomach, which has begun to groan ominously. "I can't perish...no..." it whispers. "Nay...neither... too strong... too--"

There is only a second's warning. Hector tumbles backwards off his barstool, crashing into Shadowheart behind him, as the horrible creature explodes in a wet burst of liquor, blood, and flesh.

----

"Ugh," Karlach mutters, leaning over the bar to look at the remains of what used to be Thorm's son. "Seems you were right on the money, Gale."

"I wish I weren't," Gale says, his nose wrinkling with distaste. "That was one of the least pleasant things I have ever borne witness to, and coming from anyone in this group, that is saying something indeed."

"No kidding." Karlach glances over her shoulder. "All right, Soldier?"

Hector is sitting very still on the ground next to Shadowheart, staring at a point in the middle distance. "I am going to be sick," he pronounces very carefully. "I am going to go outside and be sick, and no one is going to stop me. You can all search this place. I am going to go outside. And be sick. Goodbye."

He pushes himself to his feet and staggers out the door into the endless night beyond.

[boltslutters]

I lowkey forgot what you showed were only the heads. Now i'm curious about the full body, hmmm what does FAQ and FoAQ look like? And what can you tell me about them (idk why but i was instantly drawn to them both)

I'm SO glad you were drawn to these two! :). Unfortunately due to what they are drawing them has always been something I've always avoided, so I don't really have full refs of their modern forms.

Cw: Gore! Body Horror! These two aren't nice in the slightest.

He's a quick doodle of FAQ's modern form (although i would change a few details, namely more gore)

And FoAQ

Here's an older version of FAQ

These two are members of a family of 8 whose family tree looks like a recycling logo (I will explain.)

So I created FAQ when I was in middle school, having recently learned of the magic of the internet and got interested in animation (Specifically, animation memes) around when everyone was obsessed with making them the most gorey, edgy things possible. I became inspired, captivated by the images of horror and terror. As well as a few bad tastes in video game letsplays (I'm looking at you, Watson-Scott test and your pig intestine question), I became hooked on horror, suffering, and ended up concocting a miserable pillar of pain that was partially a reflection of my own puberty-induced hell.

FAQ (First Amalgamate Queen) looks like a white obelisk, made out of an unknown, shiny material. Buried partially in the ground, it looks like a building, were it not for four fleshy, organic eyes on it's cap, but they're nearly invisible when it closes them.

It's full of gore. Mechanical, organic, limbs, its body pulses and throbs within it white shell. It's gore is black in color, due to its blood being an extremely volatile corrosive not even it is immune to, but its body heals and grows with a very powerful heart that produces unreasonable amounts of energy for the tower. The construction, operation, hell, even the space it's supposed to take up doesn't make sense at all, constantly changing, shifting, rotting, scabbing, and pulsing with agonized life.

It's shell is invulnerable. No weapon, no god, no being has pierced its armor. Hell, attacks are mostly futile anyways. It's been known for a habit of simply teleporting away from anything launched at it, and onto the attacker, peeling away it's invulnerble shell and consuming its target into its own body, like an amoeba, and dissolving them until they're lost within the mass. It has a taste for flesh and hunts wildly, indiscriminately, and without thought, consuming anything organic it can get its viscera on.

It can't be stopped, communicated with, bargained with, rationed with, slowed, harmed, imprisoned, restrained, poisoned, predicted, or helped. It ended with a violent death it itself had allowed to happen, corroding someone with it's own blood, it's own gore, letting it fester inside a host until that host was able to withstand FAQ's foaming insides, eat its energy-generating heart, and grow its own shell, becoming its own tower, draining FAQ of its life and letting it finally, truly, die.

When I'd first created it, that host, that second tower was my sona. I don't stick with it anymore, but what I'd been left after I grew and moved on with was undeniably insane for an eldritch monstrosity, and I integrated it into my story. SAQ (Second Amalgamate Queen) is FAQ's descendant, and it too would be killed and replaced by what would be TAQ, then FoAQ.

There's a bit of confusion regarding the power core of these towers and the fact there's more than one (specifically, a half), but TAQ was split up into two parts. FoAQ took one, the one with a whole heart, and a FoAQ and a half took the half heart.

SAQ, TAQ, FoAQ and any other descendant were all different from FAQ in that they seemed to be more conscious of themselves, what they were, they were more aware of the wider world and could actually be communicated with. SAQ actually managed to get a group of Ermista to offer sacrifices in exchange for whatever tech/offworld junk it stole, becoming a god in the process and persisting after death. (Killjoy and Toizon actually have to deal with the mouth end of that in their story).

FoAQ was notably a silent figure, keeping to itself and not caring about the wider scope of the world. Unlike its ancestors, who all perished when their hosts went awol and later decided they wanted the keys to the house, FoAQ took the time to create it's own replacements. In the image of its ancestors, FoAQ would create the False First through Third, all broken up versions of the original towers.

The False First would be the one to succeed FoAQ, as FiAQ. FiAQ was the last of the towers, it hunted down FoAQ and a half, stole its heart, and then proceeded to absolutely fuck shit up with its 1 1/2 cores.

FiAQ would eventually loose its half-heart when it got fused with four other beings of chaos, then later on, due to time-loop tomfuckery, its heart would get ripped out by a proto-version of FAQ called The Prism Star Monument, fused with an unfortunate void-corrupted looser called Cider, and would become FAQ. FAQ would be launched way back in time, long before any other tower existed, and start living in essentially it's own Bootstrap paradox where the heart has no point of origin. (im planning on leaving it like that too FAQ is defined by spite and unfairness and a lack of logic).

As for the name, I've decided that FAQ wouldn't name itself, I'm not even sure it's aware enough to do that, but instead it's a name given to it by researchers observing it and noting that sometimes its body would open up and it would toss out a piece of itself, and that piece would live on and do stuff. The researchers mistook that piece for FAQ's spawn, and would call it Amalgamate Queen. In reality, it's more like if you were filled with slugs that kept you alive, you decided you didn't like one of those slugs one day, and you reached inside yourself and pulled it out. That slug isn't your spawn but someone who had no clue how you worked might think you spawned slugs. (I do need an actual god-name for SAQ though).

I think that's it? There's more to talk about individual obelisks like TAQ, FiAQ, False Second, No.1 & No.2 and the two little rats they infected, but as for FAQ and FoAQ, that's kind of it.

[bonkleton]

Fused Frenemies A.B

The frenemies separate even more! Though they still have a bit of unwanted connection left... ---- Continued from Fused Frenemies A... Sophie wished Phoebe would shut her mouth, as she felt the same gurgling, unstable feeling between them again, this time in the seam between their hips.  Sophie didn't want Phoebe to be quiet for any superstitious reason, however. It's not like they had been "jinxed" - this would have happened if Phoebe had spoken or not. Sophie simply found Phoebe's optimism about their situation to be insufferably obnoxious. The pair of them fell from their shared pair of feet onto the ground with a soft bounce, as the flesh between their hips elongated, and another pair of protrusions appeared between each of their single legs. Sophie and Phoebe both hoped this was the other leg they had each been missing, finally regenerating. They were not disappointed! The tongue-like tubes of flesh each formed into a leg, a right leg for Sophie and a left leg for Phoebe, the opposites of which had formed before! Their legs were back! "Yes!" Sophie cheered, her arms shooting meters up and bouncing off the ceiling in her celebration. "We're back to normal!" She got to her own pair of feet eagerly, happy to finally get some distance from Phoebe. This is where the lack of disappointment ended. As Sophie stood, she felt a tug at the side of her right hip, and looking down, she saw that there was a tube of flesh still connecting her and Phoebe, their separation not quite complete. Phoebe laughed once as she also stood, pulling on her end of the fleshy tether. "We really are joined at the hip, eh?" Sophie nearly boiled over with rage instantly. "Can you shut the hell up!? I am so done with this, with you, with everything! Come on! Let's just rip this apart!" Phoebe watched as Sophie aggressively grabbed the noodle of flesh that connected the pair of them and pulled it out longer and longer, drawing out meters of it before throwing it to the ground in rage. Phoebe felt her half of the tether reverberate, which was amusing and felt strange not unpleasant to her. "Well you done with your little hissy fit there, Soph?" Phoebe chided her. Sophie growled and elongated her arm to push Phoebe away from her, stomping away. "I'm having Holly fix this. At least now we have our full bodies, so we won't lose anything when we separate..." Phoebe watched her go, feeling the tug of the tether as Sophie disappeared into the basement stairwell. Quite frankly, Phoebe was rather put off by that little tantrum! She began considering ways to potentially get even with her unwilling body-mate. ---- NEXT - CHOOSE ONE: A. The tether snaps back, and the two mash into a jumbled mess! B. Holly melts Sophie, but Phoebe pushes Sophie over while she's melting, splashing her apart! C. Holly cuts the tether with a laser, but even after separation, it seems like they have some kind of connection! ---- Thanks to NoahWave for doing this comm for me! You should check him out, because he does awesome stuff! : D Hope you enjoy! ~ Bonkie

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[swdmaster]

a kiss where they’re both covered in blood

//via kisses; still accepting ! cw: blood, gore. REALLY edgy

"...So this is your idea of love?" Lon'qu croaks, tilting his head back following their shared embrace. The rouge stain on the other man's lips had meshed nicely with the bits of viscera in the corner of his, pressing beneath their combined force as helpless as a length of rope in a vice. Crushed, it added its fleshy pink to the whole mess of it all--the spliced fluid trailing down the swordsman's chin.

"Well," he huffs, that uncanny drunkenness of their bloodshed hot in his voice, "there's no going back now, is there? Very well!" Blood-soaked arms crackle as they shoot from his torso, first running their fingers through hair matted by slick ichor, before wrapping around the redhead's neck. He has been so warped by the chaos, so entangled in the sopping web of guts and gore indistinguishable from their own bloodied bodies that surging forth for a second kiss doesn't seem so bad an idea.

He digs deeper into the mess, his hungering maw acting out more of a bite than a kiss against Sylvain's lips. Teeth gnaw against skin, sinking so hard and so far that they draw another droplet of blood--then another, and another. And for all his effort to mar the other's face, it doesn't make the slightest difference. Lon'qu laughs. They are both already so far down the path of unending slaughter that the cut he gives Sylvain is a droplet of water in a vast ocean. With red at their feet, red in pools--red making a host of every color of their outfits, a little more won't hurt.

And so he helps himself to all the man has to offer. Violence, vengeance, passion and need all come together in the way his mouth laps at the Gautier's, and his hands knead his neck. He rolls a leg around to get a better grip, and without looking, finds his boot squelching in the corpse of one foolish enough to make enemies with either of them. Whether they were Sylvain's or Lon'qu's matters not: they're dead now, made an example of what comes from men so strong they corrupt. Regna Ferox did not take into account the fine line between power and madness, and the crest at Sylvain's back is just a catalyst to a story running off the pages into raw, unfiltered mayhem. He grunts as his instincts carry him through the motions. They are no better than dogs.

In this, they are united--two broken souls forcing their fractured edges to mend together.