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[lara635kookie]

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My soul is doomed

[anythinganythingelse]

@podcastenthusiast i am such a degenerate for making this…… but you helped so you are too ;)

Sooo here’s the original awkward Bartosch sex ASMR followed by the patched version you kindly recorded for me. 🙏

Sounds like the same track but shorter. Shorter is probably better, honestly. Twenty seconds of heavy breathing is awkward as hell and then it just ends when things finally get interesting. But using a shorter audio clip also means that dirtiest part of the track gets cut.

I don’t know if the faster time skip is because of patch 1.2 or because of a difference between PC and console. Either way, it seems the version you recorded actually has less moaning and I must therefore restate my original complaint.

*ahem*

KCD1 made us listen to that ridiculous bathhouse moaning noise ad nauseam (yes i know you could just choose the bath+laundry option but the wench gave a buff!)

KCD2 had the opportunity to give us a male bathhouse track. It could have been hilarious. It could have been hot. It could have been revolutionary! Instead we got heavy breathing with some blink-and-you’ll-miss-it “mmm” sounds. Yawn.

Like, what, our intrepid hero having gay bathhouse sex is okay but including the sound of a man moaning wantonly would be going too far??

To be fair they did improve the audio for The Scene but the parallel between the bath wenches in KCD1 and Henry insisting that this random hookup also take place in the baths means that they could have done something really silly and fun here but they Chickened. Out.

Cowards, I say! COWARDS!

:p~~~~~~

[the-sunlit-earth]

Compatibility Patches for JK's Raven Rock, Raven Rock Reborn, and Northern Raven Rock

For those who are weirdos like me and want to use ALL the Raven Rock mods =D

What this does:

Fixes landscape tears, floating objects + land, navmesh issues, and moves things around so you can use other RR mods with JK's awesome mod. ESL plugins so they don't take up a space in your load order :)

Which plugin to use?

For Skyrim SE: If you want JK's Raven Rock and Raven Rock Reborn to work together, use the "Patch for RR Reborn+RR Bathhouse" (also need bathhouse and the RRR patch found here)

For Skyrim AE: Support for Tribunal quest is already built into base Northern RR mod, so you can use all 3 mods together (JK's/Northern/RRR), just use my Northern and RRR Patches.

If you have AE and only want RR Reborn with JK's, then just use my RRR Patch, then the Tribunal Addon.

Here's some before and after pics, feat. sad bantam guars and other ppl who can't reach their floating/buried homes:

BEFORE:

WITH patch:

Raven Rock Reborn changes:

Common Room and Guard House were moved to accomodate JK's additions. The RRR Npc's will now head down by the Earth Stone to go home

Boats in the docks moved so they aren't inside each other

Skaal Camp moved just outside the Earth Stone entrance; previously the poor Nords were trapped inside a wall.

Lighthouse moved to the opposite coast; was prev inside of JK's. Now there are TWO guiding lights to help bring ships in between them :D

Northern Raven Rock changes:

Fixed land around many houses, which were either buried or had floating objects. Citizens can now reach them, and

Most importantly the bantam guars can reach their little hay nests. This is the reason I made the patch. I love them

One of the Inns + farm were moved to fix clipping into JK's walls

Some walls were rearranged to better fit alongside Northern RR. I covered most of the seams which were left with clutter and ash, so you shouldn't really notice anything i think

Support for CACO (Complete Alchemy + Cooking Overhaul) is included by default; i just raised the land where necessary to avoid floating CACO plants, so no additional patch would be needed

If you decide to play these mods together with my patches, feel free to let me know how it works out for you!! I *think* I got everything, but it's hard for me to test thoroughly rn due to PC troubleshooting issues i need to deal with at some point. Also feel free to point out anything I missed, and have fun! :D

[ilynpilled]

*very obvious vague post about the most recent post in the asoiaf tag from someone who clearly just got here, is partway thru agot, and is trying to connect with other people but they slandered jaime by accepting the image of him presented in book 1 right after throwing a kid out a window so they need to be killed with a gun*

*17 ozzy posts*

*hey I like a new piece of media can you believe my favorite character is the evil delusional blonde prettyboy who commits acts of terror upon the populace?*

*another random vague post about someone saying something fairly innocuous in the jaimie tag*

*clipping* *communist reblog*

*nice lann art*

*5 posts in a row about whatever you woke up deciding the topic of the day is (either jaimes kinks, ilynjaime trutherism, how jaime is hte funniest genius, redemption arcs, all of jaimes past loser moments, KG bathhouse discourse)*

ill give u like a 60% on this but we should do kg bathhouse discourse

[facilitatingmyaddiction]

I kinda fixed this TS4 wallpaper

These are some screenshots with my fixed version.

You can download it here [Google Drive] if you like!

✿ Free CC ✿ Base Game compatible ✿ 12 swatches total (for now) (not the base game ones)

Explanation of what was fixed and swatch photos after the cut!

If you've ever taken screenshots with this wallpaper (Bathhouse Blues) in your builds, you've seen that it clips with the ceiling of rooms, like so:

And for some reason, this wallpaper does not clip ONLY in tall wall height:

Which, of course...

Pissed me off.

So, I decided to make my own with the corrected short and medium height textures.

Here's the comparison with and without the ceiling visible:

Unfortunately, I didn't make the same base game colors.

For now, the wallpaper has 12 swatches:

I will fix the base game swatches in the future as well, and I will make the Edwardian Tile match every swatch, base game and mine. I also made it a little bit cheaper than the base game one. Just because I can.

[2and2makes5]

Media Analysis: Spirited Away

For starters, I have always heard about this film and have seen short clips here and there, but I have never sat down and watched it until now. Spirited Away is a phenomenal masterpiece of art that critiques many social trends not only in Japan but everywhere else; a reflection of challenges that plague us all.

This film was released in 2001, a time during Japan's post-economic bubble era. This period of Japan's economy was marked by uncertainty, urbanization with the turn of a new century, and environmental degradation. A major setting of Spirited Away is the massive bathhouse where spirits go to cleanse themselves from the impurities they've collected from the human world. This bathhouse in it of itself is a metaphor for the failures of capitalism in a modern society, where the power dynamics of workers and bosses can be clearly shown, including the exploration of workers. Lin, Chihirio's mentor, is an example of the never-ending cycle of working capitalism breeds, where she exclaims one day she will leave, but has no plans of doing so, just dreams she will never catch if she continues her work at the bathhouse.

Materialism is also something that is brought up in this film, which is apparent in the beginning stages of the film when Chihiro's parents turn into pigs. Pigs have been used as symbols of greed for years, and this greed is shown when her parents gorge on a buffet of seemingly unidentifiable meat, where Chihiro's father exclaims "Don’t worry, your father’s here. I got credit cards and cash.” Thinking materialistically, Chihiro's father is absent-minded about the moral aspect of his gluttony, seeing it as an economic problem rather than a moral one.

The movie was a major introduction to some other parts of the world to Japanese cultural customs, such as the presence of spirits and bathhouses, which are presented in a Japanese eye, rather than a tailored Western one. As well as this, the film challenges notions of the East, where it seeks people to look past cultural differences and dive into universal themes such as identity, environmentalism, and other themes discussed earlier in this post.

Finally, the absolute complexity and production of Spirited Away hailed itself as a major turning point in animation history. It expands the scope of what anime could address, dressing itself as a colorful child-like adventure that explores deep social commentaries. This film proves how anime has a profound potential as a sophisticated art form.

[vira-shifts]

DRs I plan to make scripts of/shift to:

Gosh, I just spent months not making ANY shifting attempts. I'm back into it now. Currently reworking plans for my Waiting Room (it's going to be a cross between a Waiting Room and it's own DR) as well as DR I don't feel like sharing quite yet...

Anyways, I'm making this list mostly for myself to keep me motivated in my shifting journey, but also to inspire anyone else to make their own DRs based on these:

Stardew Valley DR - Heard someone say it would be cool to shift somewhere where everything is pixelated. Not sure if I want that to be for this DR or if I just want to shift to a "realistic" looking Stardew Valley. To anyone who has shifted here, let me know what it's like for you I'm curious!

Spirited Away DR - Gods I love Studio Ghibli movies so much I plan on possibly shifting to Howl's Moving Castle as well, but I've always loved the spirit world in Spirited Away and wanted to know what it is like to live in and experience it from the POV of a bathhouse worker.

Backrooms/Liminal Space DR - I actually started a script for this a while back. It's going to take me a lot longer to script this one than most because I don't want there to be too many monsters or creepy stuff. Just enough to be exciting, but primarily I want to explore and try to find my way out of a liminal space world alongside a community of other survivors who no clipped there with me.

Space Exploration/Romance DR - There's a game called "Haven" that encapsulates this idea pretty well. Basically it would be me and my S/O exploring and living on an alien world. Cozy and chill, maybe a little bit of fighting here and there but nothing too extreme. I love exploring and adventuring and doing that alongside a romantic partner sounds like something right up my alley.

Little Nightmares DR - To those who know what this game is, you'd probably think I'm crazy for wanting to shift here, but here me out! There's something about the aesthetic of this game that just makes me feel so at peace and oddly nostalgic in a way I can't quite describe in words. Lots of safety affirmations so I'm never caught or eaten by any of the monsters!

Cryptid Town DR - Sleepy little town somewhere in the middle of nowhere that seems to be a hotspot for the supernatural and weird. Like a mix of Gravity Falls and Welcome to Nightvale.

[blueeghostie]

EPIC: THE MUSICAL, MxF/FxM, Adv Lit/Novella, 18+ 🛶🌊 ROLEPLAY BABYYYY

ALL I HEAR ARE SCREAMSSSSSS- Of my tiny rodent brain forcing me to make an Epic prompt. I adore the wife-loving madman, and with all the clips we’ve gotten from the next saga, I *need* to play him. Or play against him! Ideally, with the very wife he’s moved the heavens and the underworld for! With the vengeance saga upon us, I just need *content.*

Whether it’s the dawn of his and Penelope’s relationship, with him begging Athena for help securing the woman he’s *sure* will be the love of his life. Like I just *know* Odysseus was the most embarrassing lover boy, considering even as a war-hardened old man he’s STILL that dude. I need to see him wooing Penelope, absolutely SWEEPING this woman off her feet. Grand romantic gestures, a fairy tale wedding, all the highs and lows of crafting a blissful marriage only to be torn away from her as soon as their family is built. Like I want some tooth rotting sweetness here. Spending hours in a bathhouse talking about everything and nothing, Penelope watching with heart eyes from the gardens as he trains or prepares for…Whatever the King of Ithaca needs to prepare for. Certainly not a 20 year voyage!

On the exact flip side, gimme that soul-crushing heartache- the moment that Odysseus breaks down at his wife’s feet after twenty years, soaked in the blood of her suitors and begging for her forgiveness. Laying by her side in their marriage bed for the first time in decades and only hearing the screams of his comrades quiet when her voice touches his ears. Give me him confessing what happened on Calypso’s island, or trying to bond with the son he’s hardly ever met.

Or!! We can get funky and mess with canon. Maybe Odysseus returns from the war without having gotten blown away to Gods Know Where™️, wearing a little baby sling with Astyanax. Penelope is a little terrified about the fact he brought home the enemies baby for them to raise considering he disobeyed the Gods but she’s got just as much of a moral compass as he does, and they raise him etc etc! Maybe Penelope somehow sails out to rescue Odysseus. Miss queen of Ithaca deserves her badass moment!!

Anyways. Sorry that was rambly. For general info, I’m happy to play either Odysseus or Penelope, and I’m so down for any vibe. Gratuitous smut? Miserable angst? Sweet and fluffy? I don’t care! Just give me the power couple and I’m a happy camper.

Message me here, like this post, or add me on discord @ pinkghostie

[hey-heigo]

Chapter 6

ooh...drama.....

also happy 2024. im posting this on new year's eve in my time-zone tho so consider this the last update of 2023

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

lovingly named this chapter 'the naegami pre-divorce fight' in my head

was incredibly worried about how the characterization would work out here. shoutout to @moonlighttogami for beta-reading this one!

Byakuya is an asshole here. But it's in-line with how he is in canon anyways

Reminder that this fic is a slow-burn. For both naegami AND togiri. Which includes conflicts abound

Content warning tags: canon-typical assholery from Byakuya, mention of previous character deaths

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Things are quite tense after that.

It doesn’t help that Monokuma has no intentions of taking any of it seriously. He toys with them openly, seemingly delighting in the collective misery. But he at least opens up the next floor and some other facilities, which offers a wide new variety of options to them.

The first floor warehouse and bathhouse are now unlocked. On the newly available second floor, there’s a pool, some more classrooms, and most importantly, a library, though no kind of technology that could access the internet or the outside world. Even despite all that, it’s a welcome change; Byakuya was beginning to grow bored with the routine of the first floor, and the limited spaces he could occupy to eavesdrop on people.

He found painkillers and nausea medication in the first floor warehouse, which was a veritable boon to him. It’s cheap over-the-counter stuff, but he recognizes the obvious branding labels and has Naegi confirm it for him before he takes some bottles for his own use. Naegi also recovers a bottle of eyedrops, which he accepts, though they prove to have no effect whatsoever; at the very least, they made him feel like some progress was being made.

The real treasure trove, however, was the second floor library. 

It’s nothing compared to the library in the Togami residence, of course, but it seems that whoever was librarian here at least had good taste. He runs his fingers over smooth leather spines and finds titles that he recognizes, old favorites that he once tore through with eagerness and newer ones that he had always been planning on reading, and even ones that he had never heard of before. He felt almost pleased by it, though it was quickly accompanied by a note of bitterness.

Not like I can read these myself, however. He thinks, clicking his tongue and making Naegi jump besides him. And listening to someone else read was always irritating, especially when he could usually read faster by sight than they could speak. But he has little choice now, as he pulls Naegi to his side.

“Come to my room tonight,” He says in a low voice, with no uncertain terms. Naegi’s face flushes, and he begins to stammer out something ridiculous before Byakuya smacks him lightly over the head with a copy of Tolstoy.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” He scoffs, pushing a sizable stack into Naegi’s hands. “Go take these to my room. Then come back.”

“Oh, o-okay…” He walks off, tottering a little underneath the weight. He was listless after the trial, gloomy and less responsive, but he still followed orders well enough.

Byakuya watches him go, before turning his attention back to the shelves. Much as he’d hate to admit it, he was loath to be out of Naegi’s company nowadays. The atmosphere after the first death was palpable, thick with tension. Plus, it didn’t help that some certain, purple individuals, had taken up a new interest in stalking him.

One of whom was Fukawa. He’d noticed Ultimate Writer had taken up some kind of habit of following him around, as told by the slightly harrowed sound of her breathing in his general vicinity, and the general smell. And the other of which was Kirigiri, of whose presence he became uncomfortably aware of recently.

Maybe it was their few, clipped conversations with thinly concealed aggression. Or maybe it was simply her actions during the trial, which now put her at the forefront of attention - she had gone from being someone who the others were prone to forgetting, to a sort of secondary leader. Someone whose advice was asked for, though she was rarely around to give it. But regardless, he now found himself looking for white as soon as he entered a room, tensed as if ready to right. Though, after their first few, hostile interactions, all other conversations were relatively civil.

At the moment, neither of the two girls were posing any real danger. Fukawa, while off-putting, was more importantly boring and therefore relatively harmless (and furthermore, currently involved in some inane argument with Yamada). And Kirigiri was too involved in exploring their surroundings to pay him any real note; he turns just in time to see her pulling something flat, gray and rectangular out of a desk.

“What’s that?”

She shakes the thing, hard enough for him to almost be worried that it’d fly from her hands and smack against the floor, and a cloud of dust flies off. “A computer.”

“Oh?” Now this was interesting. He approached nearer, curious. “Does it work?”

In lieu of answering, she sets the device on the central desk and flips open the lid. After clicking and holding a few buttons, she shakes her head. “Doesn’t look like it. That would’ve been too easy.”

A shame. But she was right; it would have been too easy, considering all the mastermind’s attempts to cut them off from the outside world. “Send it to Fujisaki. She should be able to figure something out from it.”

“I was already planning on that.” She sounds mildly miffed at the suggestion, as if affronted that he would think she wouldn’t come to that conclusion.

“Good. I’m glad you have half a modicum of common sense, then.” He sniffs. It was more than just about anyone else here, at least.

She faces him for a moment, long enough for him to wonder if she was glaring at him, before turning away. “Did you find anything of note?”

“Not particularly. Some interesting volumes to pass the time with, but nothing obviously relevant to our situation as of yet.” From what he could tell, and what he had Naegi explain, the shelves held more than just good books. There were also case files for crimes that never reached the public eye, documents of incriminating evidence and then some regarding some of the most powerful names in the world. He would have to pore through those individually later. And some medical textbooks - he made a mental note of their location, and a reminder to go back for them.

Kirigiri steps past him to run a hand across the surface of a low shelf, sending up a cloud of dust. He wrinkles his nose and steps back. “Do you mind?”

“Sorry. I was just reaching for this.” And she holds up a thin rectangle of parchment, sealed by red wax.

___

The letter creates some interesting revelations.

For starters, the school had supposedly been closed down for nearly a year by now. And secondly, it was due to some circumstance outside of anyone’s predictions or control, that the school shut down in the first place.

There was no other elaboration, and nothing could really be gleaned from it other than the mastermind possibly having more control than they originally thought, provided that the letter was real. It was a frustrating loop back to where they first started; nothing was gained from the loss in morale.

If circumstances were different, he would’ve chosen this moment to break off from the group. He found a new source of entertainment and information with which to use, and with Maizono breaking some unspoken promise, there was now no telling who might strike next. If circumstances were different, he would take this opportunity to try playing a more active role in the game, to see how much he could push his limits, to prove the value and right of his blood.

But with his current situation, he had no choice but to continue to participate in the inane routine that everyone agreed to partake in. Waking up at six AM sharp to dress and clean himself accordingly, taking extreme care to ensure nothing was out of place, and then walking to the dining hall to enjoy breakfast. Ishimaru was usually there at this time, as timely as ever and preparing breakfast alongside whoever’s turn it was to handle the meals that day, and could usually be coerced into making a half-palatable cup of coffee. Then was the usual waiting around as the others made their slow, meandering ways in, exchanging yawned greetings and calls for food.

He sat apart from everyone else, as usual. Sometime around seven, Naegi would show up, and bring over a plate of buttered toast and some cut fruit for Byakuya and move on without another word. At first, the others had exchanged curious, barely concealed whispers, wondering at the nature of their dynamic - now, they hardly paid any mind.

“Today, we should split up and look for clues!” Ishimaru declared, after they had eaten.

“Isn’t that what we do every day, anyways?” Asahina muttered under her breath. Her head was resting in her arms, sprawled on the table. “I wanna go to the pool…”

“Yes, I don’t see why we can’t take a day to enjoy the new facilities.” Celeste interjected, hands folded primly over her lap. “I doubt any of it is going anywhere. And we have endured quite a lot, have we not?”

“Yeah, we should take a break! For like, morale and stuff!” Yasuhiro agreed heartily, nodding emphatically.

As Ishimaru tried to regain control over the table, Byakuya silently agreed right along with them. By his calculations, it would take at least twice as long for him to read anything if Naegi was helping him. Any free time was valuable.

“Well- it’s better to get work done before leisure, you know!” Ishimaru tried again, voice raised. “Otherwise, how will we be dedicated students!”

“We’re hardly students at all though?” Naegi’s quiet voice piped up. “I mean, considering why we're here...”

The previously light-hearted atmosphere vanished instantly. Over the course of just a few days, they’d witnessed the deaths of three of their peers. As much as Byakuya respected the entirely logical reasoning that Naegi had offered, he also felt that it was rather mistimed.

He debated whether or not to offer his own input, before Kirigiri beat him to the punch. “Why don’t we do both?” Her tone was calm and clear as always. “I imagine we will all be in different locations anyways. If every person just makes note of something that’s interesting and worth remembering where they are, we can come together later and combine that information. Everyone who wants to investigate on their own is welcome to do so.”

There’s a chorus of agreement to that suggestion. Ishimaru seemed relieved by Kirigiri’s attempt to boost the group’s cohesion, though Byakuya doubted whether that was her real intention. Bit by bit, people began to split off; predictably, Asahina half-dragged, more-led Ogami away in the direction of the pool, and Celeste began demanding Yamada to make her some tea. Byakuya stood up, watched as Fukawa swooped in and took his empty cutlery, and beelined towards Naegi.

He reaches him just at the same time as Kirigiri, both of them placing a hand on the young man’s shoulders at the time. Byakuya locks eyes (presumably) with the girl, frowning. “Is there something that you need?”

“...No.” She releases him, and walks away. It takes both of them by surprise; Byakuya had been expecting a bigger fight.

“...What was that all about?” Makoto asks, bemused. Byakuya had no good answer to that question.

“You’d do better to stay away from her.” Is all he says instead, before dragging Naegi off.

He had a selection of books he wanted to read for his leisure in his room, but had left anything potentially case-relevant in the library. It is for this reason that he pulls Naegi into the room and positions him directly in front of a shelf of all case files, and points to the one on the right. “Start from there. If there’s anything in there mentioning ‘Hope’s Peak’ or crimes of passion, or killing games like this one, tell me, and we’ll go from there.”

“...Wait, for all of these?!” His voice is a little reedy still, presumably from last night - while he was slow at reading, he was decent at it, and not unpleasant to listen to - Byakuya had made him read aloud nearly half of a translated copy of Atlas Shrugged.

“Is there a problem?” He looks down on the other boy. “You said you’d be my eyes. This is part of what I need my eyes to do. Get started.”

He watches as Naegi wobbles for a moment, turning between him, the shelf, and the door, before reaching for the first file on the far right of the shelf and starting to skim through it. He’s slow, taking a good few moments to look through each page, so Byakuya sits down in the large leather chair by the desk, sinking comfortably into it.

It’s quiet in the library, silent if not for the distant hum of the building’s internal machinery and the occasional flip and shuffle of Naegi going through a folder. Not for the first time, Byakuya wishes for a radio, or a music player. Boredom was a dangerous thing - as Pennyworth had taught him, it dulled the brain and made for delayed, clumsy reactions - and Byakuya had already exhausted the few tricks and games he knew to combat it on his own.

Maybe, it’s for this reason that he decides to initiate conversation. With Naegi, of all people.

“What do you think of her?”

The commoner takes a little moment to respond, and when he registers the question, he predictably begins to sputter, fumbling with the papers in his hands. “I-I-! …Um, w-who…?”

Byakuya rolls his eyes. “Kyoko Kirigiri. Who else?”

Kyoko Kirigiri. He was hoping that, if this school was the Hope’s Peak Academy they were meant to enroll in, that there would be more information eventually revealed about her as well. But for the time being, she was a wild card, and a mystery. These were two things that made her dangerous, and a possible threat.

“Sh-she’s…well, she’s nice…I think?” Naegi tilts his head to the side, unsure about his own answer. “I mean…she helped me out a lot with the trial. I don’t think I would’ve been able to get through it without her help.”

Interesting. That was true from what Byakuya could tell, but it also seemed that Naegi had been doing most of the talking, with occasional interjections from Kirigiri to help push him in the right direction. It was a demonstration of clever manipulation, and one that irked him. If Naegi was going to be working for him, he needed to be free of outside influence.

“Keep looking through the files.” He nods at the shelf, and Naegi fumbles with the folder with his hands, flipping it closed and sliding it away. “I saw you and her talking the other day after the trial. What were you discussing?” He asks, voice casual and almost bored.

“Oh, that? That…” He trails off. He seems to almost visibly deflate, his form drooping over like an unwatered plant. “That was…about Sayaka. She wanted to reassure me that Sayaka still cared about me, at the end.”

Still cared about you? The notion was so preposterous that Byakuya couldn’t help stifling a laugh, instead snorting at the thought.

“...What’s so funny?”

“Sorry. I simply find the idea of it ridiculous, is all.” Sayaka Maizono, caring for him? Perhaps, but the entire plan that she had prepared was, albeit hastily executed, commendable in its elaborate design, considering the short time period in which it was concocted. Trying to derive small comfort from such an assumption was like trying to squeeze water from a stone; a pointless, frivolous task.

“Why?” Naegi’s voice is raised now, and he sounds angry. “It’s not ridiculous. We really were good friends-”

“Oh, please. Were you friends back in middle school? Or did you only watch her from afar?” Naegi shrinks back at the words, which meant that Byakuya had been spot-on. “And she only reached out to you after we found ourselves trapped here, and said all the right things to get you to follow after her like a starving dog.”

“Shut up.” Naegi says, voice so quiet he almost missed it.

“She could’ve used any of the half-witted fools in this class, but she used you because she knew you were unlikely to betray her.”

“Shut up.”

“Did you happen to make a promise to ‘help her no matter what?’”

“I said, shut UP!”

The sudden shout is accompanied by the rustle of papers hitting the ground, as Naegi drops whatever was in his hands to the floor. Byakuya remains carefully composed, though he suddenly feels incredibly wary.

“I’m only telling the truth.” He keeps his voice level, calm. Naegi was standing up, and somehow seemed bigger than before; though that was perhaps due to how Byakuya was sitting down. “It was obvious that she was trying to pin you under her thumb. She was going to betray you eventually, so it’s better to forget about her and move on.”

“You don’t get to say that stuff about her.”

“And why can’t I? Everything I say is simply meant as advice. Advice that you clearly need.” He continues anyways, trying to hide the unease creeping at the edges of his voice. Why did he feel so threatened? The only one here was Naegi. “You know it’s happening again, right? That Kyoko woman. She’ll do the exact same thing as Sayaka and you’ll be none the wiser.”

“She’s not like that.” His words are a low whisper now, barely audible. It seems to fill up the entire room.

“And how do you know? What do you know about her that no one else does?”

At last, he’s met with silence. A question that can’t be answered. He watches the realization sink into Naegi, watches his demeanor change, shrinking back to being small and meek again, and without realizing it he lets out a breath he’d been holding.

“...I don’t know.” Naegi says aloud, at last, and his voice is so small again. “I…I don’t know anything about her.”

“Right.” Byakuya nods, while feeling an inexplicable rush of relief. “So-”

“But I also don’t know anything about you.”

“...Excuse me?”

Not for the first time, he wishes he could discern facial features. He hadn’t realized how much he relied on them before; how telling they were to a person’s character, their emotions, their whims and ideals. Even Naegi, someone who should’ve been inconsequential to him, was capable of becoming dangerous. A treacherous link in a chain. 

But Byakuya had no choice but to rely on him anyway.

Naegi turns around, and Byakuya suddenly realizes he was about to leave. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Sorry, I…can’t really think straight right now. I probably won’t be able to help you for a little bit.” There’s a tremor in his voice. Anger? Grief? “But I don’t know anything about you either. Yes, I know your talent,” He adds, as Byakuya opens his mouth to correct him. “And your secret, but…that’s still not enough, right?”

“This-This is different, though.” We’re built on more stable footing, he thinks. Naegi knew his secret and would help him navigate as needed. In return, he would use his authority to ensure the lives of Naegi’s family. That was their deal.

“Maybe, but still. There’s a lot I don’t know about you. And you’re right - I don’t know if I can trust Kyoko’s words, because she could just be trying to use me. Just like Sayaka did…” His voice trails, and he shakes his head. “But I also don’t know if I can trust you. Aren’t you just using me, like you say Kyoko wants to?”

Was he stupid? “Like I said, this is different.” He stands up, steps forward - and hears the crunch of papers beneath his feet, but there’s no time to worry about that now - “I’ve already sworn on my family’s name - there’s nothing else in the world that means more to me, not even my own life - and look at me. Do you really think I’m capable of anything when I’m like this?” He holds his hands out, gestures towards himself. This wasn’t turning out the way he wanted - all he had wanted was respite from boredom, and reassurance that Naegi wouldn’t betray him, and to get some sense into the damn peasant - “Makoto.”

Naegi turns away again. “...I’m sorry.” Byakuya can hear his hand on the doorknob, trembling slightly. “I promise, I’ll keep up my part of the deal still, but…please, let me off for now. To think for a bit.”

He still doesn’t move, however, and Byakuya belatedly realizes that he was waiting for permission. He hears the papers beneath his shoes crumple, as his heels dig into the carpet.

“...Fine, then.” He spits. “Get out. Go play with Kyoko, or whoever you want, and get your pathetic heart broken and betrayed all over again.” He watches Naegi cringe under these words, shying away as if they were physical blows. “Don’t come back to me until I say so.”

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[gk-clips]

you did. that was exactly the scene what I was thinking of. haha thank you!

i might've mixed that scene with the one of them at the Russian bathhouse and getting hit with that tree branch/stick thing. can you clip that too? 🤣

you're welcome!!

no worries at all because i knew exactly what scene u were asking about. luckily for u i do have the banya clips already posted !!

here is one, another, and the last!

[rederiswrites]

To repeat: People of the European middle ages and renaissance were not Victorians. Medieval Europeans were, by our standards, pretty raunchy. They had hangups and taboos same as us, but frequently very different ones.

Look up fabliaux (per Wikipedia: "A fabliau is a comic, often anonymous tale written by jongleurs in northeast France between c. 1150 and 1400. They are generally characterized by sexual and scatological obscenity...") Probably the most famous of these is Chaucer's The Miller's Tale, in which two young men "love" the beautiful young wife of a man "too old" for her. It ends with one suitor unwittingly and unwillingly kissing the woman's ass, the other suitor taking a hot poker to the butt, the husband with both arms broken, and the cuckolding wife the only one completely unpunished. This was intended to be, and taken as, hilariously funny.

They filled the margins of their manuscripts with an assortment of comical and "obscene" images, some of which are very reminiscent of dickbutt. The manuscript images themselves contain things that are lewd or obscene by out standards but clearly hold no such meaning to them. Here's a clip from the very famous Tres Riches Heures of Duc du de Berry:

It's not unique that the people are sunning their bits at the fire. There are other such images.

Here's a song by Henry Purcell about pubes.

Public bathhouses were popular in Europe as elsewhere, and you could also go out to eat at some of them.

I think you get the idea.

[fairydust-stuff]

spirited away au

hurt

he next day. Ash finds two bathhouse workers clipping Shorters toenails as he casually tosses bits of gold at their feet in the dining hall at breakfast.  

Ash scoffs and turns his head to see Yut Lung standing in the corner with a strange expression on his face.  

“ Yue?” Ash puts a hand on his shoulder Yut Lung shoves at him with the other hand. His eyes flash dangerously more animal than human. “ Get away from me!” he snarls “ You won’t accept my gifts!” 

“ Sing!” Ash called 

Sing runs forward and starts purring at him. 

Yut Lung slaps him away. 

“ What the hell Yue?” Sing burst out 

“ Sure soothe the savage beast….like I’m some easily placated child!” Yut Lung spat, his hands are now more like claws. “You‘re just like all the rest!” Yut Lung opens his mouth and swallows Sing whole. 

The rest of the bathhouse screams and scatters as Yut Lung pounces on and starts swallowing them as well. Soon the entire bathhouse is empty except for Ash and Shorter and a grotesque large bloated Yut Lung comes toward him eyes glowing yellow fangs bared. 

“ Yue?” Ash said uncertainly 

“ I hate it here I hate everything in this stupid place!” Yut Lung raged  “ I want to tear it all down under its nothing but rubble under my heel! You're the only one Ash….who made it bearable…..You don’t love me that’s fine….I’ll give you anything. You can have everything… I don’t care what Dino says…..I won’t give my luck to anyone else” 

“ I cann’t accept it Yut Lung” Ash said sadly. 

“ You will!” Yut Lung raged “ I’ll make you!” he lunges only for Eiji to swoop down in full dragon form and carry Yut Lung off. 

“ Eiji wait where are you taking him!” 

Ash runs out of the bathhouse racing as Eiji darts through the sky. Then he heads in the direction of the pig area. 

Ash follows on foot and arrives in time to see Yut Lung crammed into a cage shoving himself against it. “ I want Ash I want Ash!” 

“ Yue!” Ash yells  

“ Ash stay back he’s dangerous in this state!” Eiji warned. “ Who the hell let Shorter in!” 

“ Me, I thought he was a customer,” Ash said. 

“ He’s from a rival bathhouse” Eiji spat. “ He resents our success of late” 

Yut Lung continues to whimper in agony. 

“ Eiji open the cage!” 

“ Ash no he’ll hurt….” 

Ash unlocks and throws open the cage. Yut Lung jumped over his head sailing over his body with a snarl at both him and Eiji he ran off.

[qnewsau]

Courtney Act headlines Olivia Newton-John tribute concert

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Courtney Act headlines Olivia Newton-John tribute concert

You’ve been patient, you’ve been good, and now it’s time to get Physical, Brisbane! International drag superstar and singer, Courtney Act, is set to join Queensland Symphony Orchestra as host and performer for Hopelessly Devoted: A Celebration of Olivia Newton-John.

Hopelessly Devoted: A Celebration of Olivia Newton-John is set to make Magic at the QPAC Concert Hall this April.

Courtney will be the fabulous host for both concerts, joining stars of the stage and screen. David Campbell, Jess Hitchcock, Georgina Hopson and Christie Wheelan Browne are all set to co-star.

Orchestral arrangements of her songs will be crafted by conductor, Nicholas Buc and performed by QSO.

Courtney’s the one that we want!

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Born in Brisbane and known as Shane Jenek out of drag, Courtney Act made waves in 2003 by auditioning in drag and placing 13th in the first season of Australian Idol.

She then went on to tie for runner-up in RuPaul’s Drag Race U.S. season 6 and won Celebrity Big Brother UK in 2018. Courtney has become an Australian household name, representing the LGBTQIA+ community on a number of TV shows, specials and Pride events.

QSO Chief Executive, Yarmila Alfonzetti is relishing the groundbreaking collaboration saying: 

“Courtney Act will make very welcome history (herstory) as the first drag queen to share the stage with the Queensland Symphony Orchestra.”

Courtney, herself, couldn’t be more excited to be joining QSO on stage for this celebration of Olivia Newton-John.

“Who isn’t a fan of Olivia Newton-John?” Courtney asks.

“I’m thrilled to celebrate her music and legacy alongside Queensland Symphony Orchestra. It promises to be an incredible evening!”

All about Olivia

The queers and Olivia Newton-John have always gone together like “rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong,” and it’s not hard to see why.

Starting her career in 1971, Newton-John had several pop hits in Australia, the UK and the US.  Honestly I Love You became her signature song and first pop number-one.

Then in 1978, Olivia Newton-John was immortalised alongside John Travolta in the ridiculously fun movie musical, Grease.

It was here that generation after generation would fall in love with Sandy, the bright-eyed, sweet-as-pie Aussie high schooler from Rydell High.

Soon after in 1980, Newton-John went on to star in the cult film, Xanadu. A critical failure at the time, its soundtrack would then go on to be certified double platinum with five top 20 singles on the Billboard Hot 100.

Olivia’s Physical video and LGBTQIA+ advocacy.

In 1981, one year after Xanadu’s release, Olivia struck double platinum with Physical. It spent ten sexy weeks atop the Billboard Top 100.

The saucy, satirical music video for Physical was also where Olivia solidified her status as a queer icon.

Olivia starred as a flirty fitness instructor alongside oiled-up hunks in short-shorts, and some not-so-ripped men used for comedic effect (it was the problematic 80s).

Despite the overtly sexual nature of the video, it was the original end of this video clip that found controversy.  Two of the oil-drenched himbos walked through the doors of this bathhouse set hand-in-hand.

This resulted in MTV clutching its pearls and removing the homoerotic closing shot before it was aired. This, however, still wasn’t enough to stop it from becoming one of the most iconic music videos of the decade.

Olivia brought awareness to the global AIDS crisis by appearing in the 1996 film, It’s My Party, one of the first feature films that addressed the topic of AIDS patients dying with dignity.

Olivia was also a vocal advocate for marriage equality in the 2010s, being one of the first celebrities to show her public support for the movement in Australia.

Live your Olivia fantasy

QSO wants to see you dress in your Olivia Newton-John fantasy best!

Dress in 80s glam, roller disco realness or full Grease glory. Whatever your inner or outer drag desires, you are welcome!

Fans of Olivia Newton-John and fans of a camp ol’ time will not be disappointed with a ticket to Hopelessly Devoted: A Celebration of Olivia Newton-John. 

Grab your tickets from QSO now!

Read next:

Vale: Olivia Newton-John remembered as beloved gay icon

Courtney Act to lead Brisbane’s new River Pride Parade

Courtney Act celebrates 20th anniversary of Australian Idol

For the latest LGBTIQA+ Sister Girl and Brother Boy news, entertainment, community stories in Australia, visit qnews.com.au. Check out our latest magazines or find us on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and YouTube.

[creamyforestmushroom]

Not exactly insane but here's my evidence. First of all, in-game confidant and storyline:

- Joker's literal biggest wish in Maruki's reality was to have more time with Akechi (and for him to be alive but... with that good ending 0.2 second clip of Akechi walking past the window while Joker is on the train... I doubt he's dead... I'm very delulu about it)

- In the Miel et Crepes scene (7/11 in game), Joker only looks at Akechi and only turns to Yoshizawa when she mentions that she disagrees with the PTs

- Akechi canonically learns Protect before Endure, unlike every other confidant (the engine room is his Protect moment, imo)

- Literally the entirety of the bathhouse scene, Rank 8 and 2/2

- That one phone call where he jokes about swapping clothes with Joker

Engine room evidence:

- "You don't really hate Joker, do you?"

- "Under different circumstances we could've made great rivals... or perhaps even friends."

- The ways his eyes soften after Joker mentions that he'll hold on to his glove... that

Now onto the nav lines:

- "Joker if you die now, I... I'll kill you myself!" ~ Akechi nav line when Joker is low on HP in battle

- "Joker's enranged? I kinda like it but it's not you! Calm down!"

- "But you can do better, can't you, Joker?" (Robbie Daymond made this so flirty)

Anime, OVAs and Manga:

- Literally the entire thing

- I can't actually pick one thing

- The entire Proof of Justice OVA

(- I will add a sidenote here for the entire Mementos Mission manga. Yes I know it's technically not canon in the P5 universe but I would like to put it down as evidence.)

And on a final note:

Robbie Daymond literally made ship merch for them.

This is all I can think of off the top of my head. Enjoy!

(For anyone reading this that doesn't ship shuake and/or doesn't like the ship, you're entitled to your own opinion, so please don't be mean to me... I'll literally cry /hj)

Okay i found shuake hate post i cried

Write me your insane thoughts why shuake is canon and makes sense

(can be complicated essays or just "they are so gae" or BOTH)

[dellalyra]

ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ {.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.}𝘬𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦

𓆩♡𓆪 A/N: this was such a fun submission and my first time writing for Kakashi so I hope it's okay!! As always, check out the masterlist for more and if you're under 18 - buzz off, you're responsible for your own media consumption and this is a mature content blog. Ily all <3

𓆩♡𓆪 Summary: A case of mistaken identity at the spring leads to some fortunate revelations.

𓆩♡𓆪CW: Smut, smut, lots of it, just lots of sex, sexy jutsu, cursing, fem!reader, mentions of weapons.

The water soothed your aching joints in seconds, dry skin – sunburn and all – floating away with the soft ripples of the water. You could hear the soft trickle of taps and the sounds of a nearby nightingale. The warm, early summer air brushed against your skin. All alone in the hot spring, you finally felt calm. You last mission in the Hidden Sand had really taken it out of you, the summer heat, the nightmare opponents you faced and the seemingly endless stream of missions you’d been on had really taken its toll, but now, you had a whole month off. Tsunade insisted every six months, a Jonin got a month off, and 2 weeks every 3 months for ANBU members. As you begin to plan all the things you want to do for the next month (sleep, mainly) you rise from the water, steaming tendrils following your skin. You’re alone, so you don’t need a towel right now and the balmy air feels incredible on your bare skin. You loose your hair from its clip-on top of your head and let it tumble down your back as you rake your hands over your scalp.

As you bend over to reach for your towel, a metallic ‘whizz’ swishes past your ear and clatters on the wall. Turning to the collision point, your heart stops. The discarded Kunai was lodged in the plaster of the wall.

Just one night.

That’s all you wanted.

And preferably to not have to fight anyone nude.

“Alright, who’s there? If you’re gonna fight me then c’mon, I wanna get home.” You say into the night.

“Oh shit.” You hear coming from behind the door. Wait, you know that low timbre.

“Kakashi?” You ask, now wrapping your soft towel around your bare figure.

“Wait? Y/N?” The voice replies, and out comes the suspect – hand covering his one exposed eye.

“Mind telling me why you’re tossing kunai at me at 2am in the hot spring?” You say, sitting on a nearby rock.

“Not really.”

“We’ll, you’re gonna.”

“I – uh – shit.” The visible tips of his ears were bright red.

“Wait – were you spying on me? What the fuck Hatake?” He must have seen everything if he threw that kunai at you.

“Jesus, no! Who do you think I am – Jiraiya?!” Everyone knew of the Sanin’s ‘bathhouse visits.

“You got a lot of explaining to do then!”

“Or – how about we forget this ever happened?”

“No.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

You noticed he was crouched funny on the tree branch he had perched on, head facing down, and he kept adjusting his mask.

“I was coming for a bath because nobody comes out here this late, so I can take off my mask. Then, I – saw there was someone there and thought…” He knew he had to tell you the truth, he didn’t want the girl he’d been in love with since he was 12 to think that all the Icha-Icha had turned him into a peeping Tom.

“Thought what? That maybe some late-night attempted murder would be fun?!”

“No!”

“Then what!”

“I wasn’t trying to kill you!”

“Then why did you throw a kunai at my damn head!”

“I thought you Naruto was here!”

“You thought I was NARUTO?!”

“Shit, Y/N, I thought you were his Sexy Jutsu!”

You pause. Stomach dropped.

Kakashi looked as if he’d die.

“Wait? What?”

“You heard me.”

“Get down here.”

If he thought you, in all your naked glory, had been Naruto’s jutsu – such an embodiment of beauty that it rendered enemies bleeding – oh my god. The head tilt, the mask.

He had a nosebleed.

Kakashi thought that you were so sexy, that you couldn’t be real.

The man – who you had been in love with since you were 11 – got a nosebleed from seeing you naked.

He dropped down from the branch, silent as a panther.

He had his head tilted to look at the sky and honestly, you were surprised this man hadn’t disappeared into a puff of smoke. He was pretty awkward, had been his whole life. Like a stray cat, you always thought.

You took a step closer.

It’s now or never.

The confidence you felt seeping through your very blood was something you’d never felt before. You felt electric. The Copy Ninja, Son of the White Fang, Master of a Thousand Jutsu’s, Chidori creator – had been rendered essentially useless and a puddle of a man all because of your bare skin.

The thought of him feeling so enamoured by you sent pure blazing heat between your thighs.

You wanted him.

You wanted him to ruin you.

You stepped closer.

“You mean that, ‘Kashi?” You ask, voice low and airy with want and awe.

He just stares into your eyes, his pupils taking in your lust-blown ones.

You wanted him.

He was going to ruin you.

“I don’t say shit I don’t mean.” He says, fingers dipping to hook under your chin and tilt your face to look up at him.

Only in this proximity did you realise the sheer difference between you, he dwarfed you. His broad shoulders engulfing you in shadow, moonlight draping across his silver hair like silk.

“You know… you should probably make sure I am real.” You bat your lashes at him.

“And how would I do that?”

“Touch me.”

With that, he wraps one arm around your waist and weaves his fingers through the hair at the back of your head, pulling you in flush with his solid body.

You could already feel him, even through his tac trousers, his whole body – hot and hard.

“Say it again.” He almost growls, and you almost fall apart on the spot.

“Touch me, ‘Kashi. Please.”

“Fuck, sweetheart - you’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that” He mumbles, lithe fingers tracing your curves.

“Then stop fucking around. I thought you were a man of action?” You tease.

“Oh, I’m planning on fucking around a lot more.” He smirks, the curve of his lips visible through the mask. He spots your eyes flitting down to his lips and he hooks a finger into his mask.

13 years of friendship and you had only seen him without his mask once, and that time, he was covered in blood as you attempted to heal him.

But fuck, was it worth the wait.

He barely gave you a second to think and admire, before his still-smirking lips came crashing onto yours. He tasted like heaven, the salt of sweat and something sweeter making you whimper into his mouth. His scent too, it’s encasing you completely – salty, fresh soap, and something woodsy that you don’t have the attention span to pinpoint right now.

You tangle your fingers into the thick mass of soft hair on his pretty head and tugged slightly, eliciting a pained groan from the man who immediately hoisted you by the thighs onto his waist, and you feel yourself being pushed up against a tree. From this angle, you could already feel his stiff length against the plush of your ass as he ground his hips into you, making you gasp – an opportunity he grasped to slide his tongue into the cavern of your mouth. Experimentally, you circle your hips to feel him again and he pulls his mouth from yours.

“This feels like every wet dream I had as a teenager.” He smirks, reattaching his lips to your neck, breathing heavy and ragged with restraint to not just rip your towel off and plunge himself into you then and there.

“Who was the star of those dreams?” You giggle, genuinely curious as to who he fantasised over when you were sitting with him as your teenage dream.

“Who do you think, dumbass?”

“Tsunade-sama?” The most beautiful woman in the village back then had to be the obvious choice.

But you must have guessed wrong, for he sank his teeth into the silky skin of your neck in protest before pulling away, keeping one hand under your thighs, and bringing the other up to cup your cheek.

“Idiot.”

“Rude.”

“You. Y/N. It’s always been you.”

You kiss him this time. Softer, sweeter than the last.

“You’ve been the star of all my dreams, since we were kids.” You whisper into his lips.

He reattaches his lips to yours, your teeth lightly pulling on his lower lip which makes him lift you from the tree and carry you to the patch of mossy earth beside the spring. It feels like a cloud on your back, and ask he adjusts himself over you, you take the chance to pop the fastening of your towel, letting it flutter to the ground beneath you and exposing yourself to him – with full awareness this time.

“As good up close, Hatake?” You smirk at him as his hands form fists by his side – jaw clenched.

“So much fucking better.” He says as he dives back into your neck.

You let yourself indulge in the feeling of his heated lips and tongue leaving marks over your skin, that will no doubt be as purple as grapes by tomorrow, his teeth leaving bite marks that he may as well just spell out ‘Property of Kakashi Hatake” on your forehead and be done with it. You realise he’s mumbling, and you listen to his words.

mine mine mine mine mine was the chorus being sung into your skin and you pull his face up to look at you.

“Yours.”

You tug on the bottom hem of his vest and shirt, desperate to have him as bare as you to which he eagerly obliges – unclipping the fastenings of the vest in what must be record speed – oh what those hands could do, you often thought to yourself watching him make hand signs or twirl his kunai around his fingers – leaving you frustrated and hot under the collar as you fought alongside him in countless missions, always relieving the pent up tension with your own measly fingers when you returned home – they did the job, but you just knew he would work pure magic on your body with his.

But soon enough, all thoughts leave your mind because before you – no hitai-ate, no mask, no vest, no shirt was Kakashi. Muscled thighs spread, kneeling over your thighs and looking down at him. Eyes as dark as the night sky itself, pale skin scattered with shiny scars – some of which you stitched up yourself – and his hair glowing in the light of the moon that was acting as a backdrop.

“Fuck, ‘Kashi. You’re fucking… beautiful.” You softly sigh. You think you’ve never seen a person so stunning, corded muscles of his arms showcasing the pure agile strength of him, chest heaving and glittering with a slight sheen of sweat and defined, chiselled abs leading to a strong Adonis belt decorated with a trail of darker grey hair leading down, down, down…

You could see him straining against the fabric of his pants, obviously painfully hard as he hissed when you so much as brushed a finger against the zipper of them. You look up at him through your eyelashes and the sight takes his breath away.

You lay beneath him, hair splayed out like a fallen angels, contrasting against the mossy floor beneath you. Sparkling eyes reflecting the starlight gazing wide eyed at him through your fluttering lashes rendered him speechless. The cute curve of your nose, leading to those delicious kiss-swollen lips. The slope of your neck and the smell of you – God the smell. Roses and cherries and something deeper, something that was just you. Your scent drove him wild as he had been kissing your neck, leading him to create the litany of marks he was now admiring. These were all things he’d seen before, admired before, loved before. But now, you had allowed him to venture further, to see the parts of you that he would imagine reading his novels. The girl in the stories was always you – since he first picked it up. All of his dreams, day and night, and his imagination when his own calloused palm and fingers were wrapped around his flushed cock in his bed at night – they were all you. Spread beneath him, beside him, on top of him. Some days, especially in summer – training had been torture with you. Your skin slick with sweat, droplets dripping between your breast – your shorts or skirt riding higher and higher as the heat grew more stifling. There had been many days he had felt his pants tighten and had to come up with an excuse to vanish from the training grounds to somewhere private.

Yet, none of that – not one imagined image – could compare to what was lain before him now.

Chest heaving, the slope of your waist leading to the wider curve of your hips, he was desperate to see your ass, he’d always been an ass man and he was convinced yours was the best around, he’d never tell that he’d heard other ANBU members talking about how much they loved your ass in your uniform one time and it had infuriated him so much that he had them on extra training for a month – thighs so strong and beautiful that he wanted them wrapped around his head so many times and the soft, squishy mound between them. Fuck, he wanted to taste you.

“Sweetheart, you’ve no idea what you do to me.” He says, voice strained.

“I’ve a rough idea, probably the same as what you do to me.” You smirk, taking his hand and guiding it to where you can already feel your sopping folds.

A soft ‘fuckkkk’ was groaned when he felt how soaked you were, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

With the speed only he could have, he is suddenly on his knees, strong body separating your thighs so he can look at your most intimate places. You squirm under his gaze, charcoal eyes so intense you feel like he can see right through you. Before you can think, he’s licking a long, sloppy stripe from your dripping hole to the precious little pearl above. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes you at the feeling of his mouth – until he does it again. This time, with more precision, a look on his face of pure determination and concentration, he was now lapping at your slick like you were an oasis in the desert. The fiery heat in your stomach intensified to a scorching level when he brought up his pretty pink lips to wrap around your little nub and gently suckle, your thighs clenching around his head and hands tugging at the roots of his hair at this new action – oh, he found what you liked. You were so focused on the feel of his mouth and the coil in your belly tightening that you don’t register the finger circling your entrance until it’s dipping into you, and you gasp, back arching at the delight of this foreign intrusion. You mewl as he adds another and curls them inside you, searching for that sweet spot. He knows he’s found it when you mewl into the night, and you can feel him smirk against you. Fuck, you were right. Those hands – magical.

“Jesus, ‘Kashi. I’m so ah – so close, fuck.” Your voice is almost unrecognisable, breathy and heavy simultaneously.

He groans into you.

“Good girl, cum for me sweetheart. Let me taste you.” He says, only detaching his mouth long enough for the words to come out. He snakes his free hand up to pinch and tug at your nipple and you’re sent careening over the edge – body tensing and arching off the ground into his face and body as waves and waves of heat and pressure release from your wound-up body. He slowly lets you ride out your high on his fingers and mouth before pulling away and dropping a kiss just below your navel.

“Need you, ‘Kashi. Please.” You mumble, already slurring your words and so, so desperate to be filled.

“You are sure, sweetheart?” He asks, swiping a thumb across your lower lip. You nod, then wrap your lips around his finger and reach out the undo the fastening of his trousers. You pull his pants and boxers down in one swoop and you think you’ve died and gone to heaven – is this real? Is this man real? Surely not.

A pretty, pale pink, uncut cock slaps up against his stomach - easily the largest you’ve seen, about 8 inches and thick enough that you think you’re going to need both hands to handle it, because one surely won’t do. The flush tip is dripping with shiny droplets of precum, spreading across his very-lickable abs.

You can’t help it – the whimper comes out of your mouth as you lean forward in hopes of catching him in your mouth. A hand grips your hair just as you slide your tongue out pas your lips.

“Sweetheart – as much as I want to see those pretty lips around my cock – I gotta feel you now. I have to be inside you.” He mutters.

“Please, ‘Kashi – just a little taste.” You bargain with him, eyes wide and pleading.

He might just cum on the spot.

He can’t deny that pretty request so he relinquishes his hold on your hair and you dart forward, soft, warm, wet tongue licking a languid stripe up the midnight blue vein on the underside of his cock and he reaches an arm, pinching his wrist to make sure this isn’t a dream. When he felt the pinch, he realised this was really happening, you were real and here and so was he. All those years of pining and dreaming were coming to fruition.

He lets you continue for a few more licks before he grips your hips and lays you on your back, large hands spayed across the flesh and digging squeezing tightly.

He leans down, locking lips with you once more as he grinds himself into your warmth, hissing in unison with his tip catching on you clenching hole.

Thank fuck for your contraception is all you can think.

He adjusts himself and even your own arousal and post orgasmic bliss didn’t prepare you for the initial tip as he slowly slides the mushroom tip of his cock into you, the burn didn’t last for long however, pain making way for pleasure as in one swift thrust, he sheathes the rest of himself into you – walls so wet and warm he thinks he might stay like this forever. He gives you a second to adjust before he feels you start to squirm under him, experimentally rolling his hips to meet yours and the noises you both let out could have been a symphony – the feeling of being wrapped up, tangled together was otherworldly. His thrusts grew deeper and deeper as he once again latched his teeth onto your throat. You could feel him holding back, and that simply wouldn’t do.

“Ah – ‘Kashi, fuck – ruin me, don’t hold back – please.” You say, intentionally squeezing around his cock.

“Say please.” His gruff voice calls into your ear.

“Kashi, just – fuck, faster.”

“Say. Please.” Each word was punctuated by a brutal thrust and a sinful smirk.

“Please, Kakashi. Please – ruin me.”

With that he lifted your shaking legs so your knees rested on his toned shoulders, ANBU tattoo contrasting his pale skin. He noticed yours simultaneously, pressing a kiss to it.

The moment of tenderness was quickly shattered when he gripped your waist with a pressure that would definitely result in bruises and begin to drive his cock into you at an unforgiving pace. The air knocked from your lungs; you could feel the winding spring beginning to tighten in your belly once again.

“Pretty cunt squeezing me like fuckin’ vice. As if you weren’t tight enough already.” He growls as he feels your orgasm approaching and his words have you coming undone around him, soaking his cock.

His hips stutter as your gummy walls flutter around him and he’s seconds away from reaching his own Euphoria.

“Where can I cum, sweetheart?” He whines, and the Copy Ninja of Honoha whimpers at your reply.

“Inside. Please, inside, make me yours.” You reply, tugging on his hair at the nape of his neck.

With this, his hips still as his balls contract and he empties himself inside of you, warmth flooding your sense and body milking him for all he’s got. You both sit there to catch your breaths for a second, basking in the afterglow.

Then, you start to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, sliding to lay beside you, arm wrapping around your waist.

“I can’t believe you actually thought I was Naruto’s sexy Jutsu, and that your first reaction was to throw a weapon at it.” Your giggles overtook you as you remembered the events that lead to this moment.

He groans in response.

“Never living that down, am I?” A sly smile illustrates he’s not actually that upset about it.

“Not as long as I’m around.” You reply, lacing your fingers with his and lifting your gaze to meet his steely one.

“And how long will that be, sweetheart?” He says, stroking a thumb over your cheekbone.

“Forever, if you’ll have me?” You softly smile in response, leaning into his hand.

“Of course, I will – been yours since the day you slapped Obito for saying dolls were silly when we were 10.” He laughs at the memory, and you giggle at the image of a shocked Obito who decided then and there that he was your friend, a snickering young Kakashi standing nearby.

You’re both silent for a second.

“I love you, ‘Kashi.” You whisper.

“I love you too.”

The nightingale’s song provided the soundtrack for the long-awaited confession between the two of you, a sound which would forever be imprinted for the rest of your lives together as what marked the start of your relationship.

You untangle yourself from him, standing up and the starlight highlights the dribbles of his essence crawling down your inner thighs.

“Wanna join me in the spring? Seems I need to bathe again.” You smirk, hips swinging and eyes glancing over your shoulder as you make your way to the water.

“Y/N, the day I say no to that, kill me because I’ve surely gone mad.” He says and swipes you over his shoulder like a rag doll and slaps a large around across the fat of your ass.

[floraone]

AND WE'RE OFF! SMUTEMBER IS FINALLY HERE! I’m super happy to be celebrating sex-positivity with you in our fandom corner again, and can’t wait to see what you will do with it! (And don't feel pressured, all in your time!)

As a reminder, these are the prompts for week 1!

Please use the hashtag #smutember2022 and tag me to your posts! I will reblog all content that follows the rules on my blog!

WEEK 1 (September 1st - 7th): Pick 1 or 2

🍋 Bedsharing 🍋 Flirting Under Fire 🍋 You Wake Up In A Room 🍋 Huddling For Warmth 🍋 Second Chance Sex 🍋 You Talk In Your Sleep 🍋 Awkward/Clumsy Sex 🍋 Freaky Friday 🍋 Friends To Lovers 🍋 Bathhouse/Onsen/Shower/Bath 🍋 Traveling 🍋 Sex With The Ex/Break-Up Sex 🍋 Established Relationship

Remember, all ships are welcome, T rating is fully welcome too, and art might need to be clipped for tumblr but will appear fully in the E-Zine at the end of the month! And most importantly, please have fun, and let's encourage each other!

For anyone wishing to curate their dash, the hashtag #smutember2022 will be used for all posts, which you can block if needed.