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[kazutora-kurokawa]

Sub!Hanma x Reader: Cumming From Degradation

♡ NSFW, fem reader, dom!reader, degradation, kissing and handholding but little touching, sensitive!Hanma, this was a bit fluffier than intended lol ♡

note: this was requested by Sarah/@i-literally-cant-with-this who requested it through my dms even though I specifically stated not to 🙃 rules were made to be broken huh?

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"You're such a cute little slut f'me, right Shu?"

All Hanma could do was nod in agreement, shuddering as your lips pressed against his neck and jawline. You'd been doing this all night, teasing and degrading him, you had barely laid a finger on him and he was already spiraling. The room was quiet, aside from Hanma's soft, breathy moans. He finally worked up the courage to speak, his voice unusually soft.

"P-please darlin, please touch me!"

"Aw baby, you're so cute when you're desperate~"

Hanma takes a deep breath as his dick twitches in his pants, he feels like he's going to explode..and not in the good way either. He's practically aching for you to touch him, he'd do just about anything if it meant being able to feel your hands on him. As if you read his mind, you gently tap your fingers on his chest, mimicking the rhythm of his heartbeat. He tenses up as you tap your fingers down his chest and over his abs, excitement building up inside him as he ponders where your hand is traveling. You gently reach for his hand, tracing his tattoo with your thumb before intertwining your fingers with his. His breath hitched as he felt your hand in his and he bit his lower lip to suppress a moan.

"Jeez is this turning you on Shu? You're such a fucking pervert ♡"

Hanma let out a soft whimper as he came in his pants, breathing heavily and whispering short apologies.

"S-sorry darlin.. didn't mean to.."

"It's okay Shu."

You gently pull his hand towards you, kissing his tattoo before letting go and burying your face in his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as physically possible before drifting into sleep.

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@arlerts-angel @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

[baxterstockmanisthecenterfold]

Rise/Baxter Stockboy

[achronicleofblasphemy]

Don't go anywhere.

[strawberrycowtime]

mia inspired phoenix!

fanart for @tacobellabeanburrito ‘s new look turnabouts on ao3

bonus live prosecutor reaction

he is Haunted by the Images

[detroitlib]

From our picture files: Ladies' Home Journal July, 1950

[qroier]

peekaboo?

[asillyartist]

~Unexpected delivery~

🪴: ''I.. did not expect that'' 📦: ''...?''

((Pls Reblog my art will be pretty nice thank you!!))

[peaches2217]

🫂

🫂 - Comforting hugs

I said I wanted to deliver more Peach and Luigi Friendship content and by God I meant it

Back Home

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“...But Weegee, the food! I’m almost tempted to call it quits and come home early just so I can eat something good again. I can’t even make anything good myself. Everything they eat is green! No carbs! No fat or oils or condiments! There’s not even any fruit! In fact… and, uh, the next three paragraphs are just about how much he hates the food.”

Peach giggled into the back of her glove. “The poor thing. He must be starving!”

“Oh, Mario doesn’t starve, Princess,” Luigi promised, scanning over his brother’s lengthy written rant once more. “He’ll eat anything! He’ll just act real grumpy the whole time if he doesn’t like it, like this.”

He folded the letter briefly to offer a demonstration of Mario’s Bad Food Face: arms crossed, eyebrows scrunched, lips set in a sulking pout. He mimed bringing a fork to his mouth and chewing with that unwavering expression, and Peach giggled again.

“Then at the very least, we know to prepare a feast for him once he returns.”

“He’s already counting on it! Mentions it at the very end.” Luigi shook out the letter once more, skimmed past the extensive complaints, and continued translating: 

“I can’t say for sure yet, but it should only be another week or two before this is all wrapped up in a big, pretty bow. I’ll let you know if that changes. Otherwise, let’s have all the pasta our bellies can stand in a week or two’s time! Hugs, kisses, and one more big hug, Mario.”

Luigi smoothed the creases in the paper with his thumbs and handed it to Peach. She admired the handwriting, and with her index finger she traced the indents his pen had left in the paper. “He writes differently in different languages,” she noted. “His penmanship is much more relaxed here. When he writes to me, each word looks careful and neat.”

“Well, you’re really the only other person he writes to, you know.”

“Ah! That might explain it.” Peach smiled down at the paper in her hands. “His letters to me are the only time he actually writes in the common tongue, then! No wonder he spends so much time getting the penmanship perfect.”

“Mmhm,” Luigi nodded, and he couldn’t help but tap his foot arrhythmically beneath the small table they shared. She almost got it. Almost. He thought to give her a nudge in the right direction, maybe reveal all the hours Mario spent hunched over his work bench forcing his hand to produce dainty curves and elegant lines because I write like a Conkdor with its head chopped off and a pen taped to its foot! That’s not good enough for a princess, Weegee!...

But something in Peach’s face made him take pause. She still smiled softly, but her eyes were unfocused, even as she continued observing the letter.

“Does it ever… get any easier?” She twirled a lock of hair around her finger absently as she spoke. “Is there ever a point where you don’t… you don’t worry for him so much that it makes you feel sick?”

Luigi’s throat felt suddenly tight. Worried. He thought he had recognized that look. He saw it on Mario’s face every so often, the tight smile and hazy eyes that told Luigi he needed a listening ear and a heaping helping of homemade spaghetti. It looked much more foreign on the princess’ face.

He knew she worried for his safety when he was gone. Did it keep her awake at night, he wondered, just as Mario would sometimes spend all night staring at the ceiling and praying for her wellbeing?

Before he could think up a reassuring answer, he blurted out an entirely inappropriate question, the very question he would present to Mario in the same situation: “Need a hug?”

Peach blinked up from the paper in her hand. Luigi was the sort who would squirm and shudder and run away as fast as his legs could carry him if anyone except Mario tried to touch him. She was just as surprised by his offer as he was. But before he could apologize and take it back and explain his slip-up—

“I’d greatly appreciate that, actually.”

Luigi gulped. Well… a friend in need and all of that, right?

He stood from his seat, and she followed suit. He held his arms out to either side of his body. What next? Was he supposed to step forward? Pull her in? That didn’t feel right. Mercifully, she closed their distance before he could make a wrong move.

She reached her arms beneath his and placed her small hands on his back, drawing closer and resting her cheek against the side of his head. She wasn’t much taller than him, maybe a few inches, but he suddenly felt tiny in comparison. A whole person and all of her fears, contained right here in his arms. It was almost too much.

Hesitantly, he returned her embrace, patting her back softly. “Mario’s… kinda like a cat,” he offered, eventually. He fixed his eyes on a distant shrub so he had something to focus on other than the overwhelming smell of strawberries encompassing him, and that at least helped him find his words better. “He keeps running off and getting pulled into who-knows-what, but in the end he always comes back home. You never really stop worrying for him. But you do get used to it. You realize he can take care of himself and you welcome him when he comes back and that’s really all there is to it, you know?”

Peach nodded. Her hair tickled Luigi’s face, fine and smooth. He wanted to sneeze.

He was relieved when she pulled away, taking a deep breath of clean air, but she still had that look, and that needed to change. He stepped forward again and placed his hands on her shoulders. More comfortable, still physical, maybe helpful? He hoped it was helpful. “Loving Mario feels like a full-time job sometimes,” he joked, “but I wouldn’t worry yourself sick. Nothing could stop him from coming back home.”

Color rose into Peach’s cheeks — oh, she was definitely hung up on “loving Mario,” that was rich — and finally, she graced him with a sincere, full-hearted smile. “Thank you, Luigi,” she said, and he squeezed her shoulders in response.

Tension that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding in his body released when he sat back down, and he melted into his chair. That was enough physical contact for one day, or maybe a week or six.

“Perhaps we can discuss the details of his Welcome Home feast,” Peach suggested, grinning playfully as she held Mario’s letter out to him. Luigi grinned right back. He certainly preferred to see the princess in good spirits.

“Or maybe we should have something good for dinner ourselves.” He took the letter and held it to his chest with all the mock-sadness he could muster. “In his honor.”

“You’re right. It’s what he would want for both of us.”

“We should have all of his favorites, to celebrate his selflessness.”

“He’s going to hate us.”

“Worth it.”

Peach laughed as she rose once more and ushered for Luigi to follow her, presumably to the palace kitchens. He carefully tucked Mario’s letter back into his pocket and followed after her.

[nowshesdoingitallthetime]

HEY NO WHAT THE FUCK

[c-schroed]

Just rewatched episode 20 of Revolutionary Girl Utena with my SO and of course it's still a fascinating show full of marvellous storytelling and deep meaning and it's nice to see another story shedding a little light on Wakaba Shinohara and wow Utena fought with her bare hands today to save a friend, but all I currently r e a l l y can think about is

i NeED ThiS kAPpA thERMoS!!!1!1!

[onejellyfishplease]

Jelly's Mosquitello Masterpost

Praise Mosquitello!

Okay, so this au will be HEAVILY interactive! especially when it comes to the actions of the cult. there will be periodic polls wherein you can influence the course if the story and steer it towards a good or bad ending.

So! Links!

for the full Cult of Mosquitello experience, you might just need to scroll through the Mosquitello tag

I'll link a few of the more relevant posts here though!

First Appearances, The catalyst, First Follower, What can you see?, Snacks?, So many of you, Ninpō, How is he?, First Offering, Another offering, Drained,

The plot advances!

Thievery

A few more plot related links :)

Resistance Collection

Brosquitoes!

Reaching For Him: Part 1

Donatello's Computer: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[emptyportrait]

happy halloween!

[theravenclawgirl7]

If I don’t see an Ellie Williams edit to Dirty Diana in the next hour I might die fr 🙏🏻🙏🏻

[grubhubgamingofficial]

Trans women are hot, cis women are hot, trans men are hot, men are hot, non-binary people are hot, bigender people are hot, agender people are hot.

Love yourself, gamers.

[astoldbychae]

As soon as the girls returned home, Ge went straight for this damn bear costume before they played their little hearts out...

Meanwhile, I. Am. Sick. And. Damn. Tired. Of. This. MF. Bear. Suit.

When she's not in it, she's sad and crying it out in her bed. When she is in it, she's making messes all around San Sequoia. Just dramatic for no reason.😩

Then...later on that night while everyone was sleeping, little miss wild child decides she wants to throw tantrums (because of her new "light sleeper" quirk) and cook sticker rocks

GIRL. GO. TO. BED.

[sexchangedotcom]

what you should do is u should lie down on a floor and listen to the velvet underground!!!