#unwieldable

[aengelren]

happy birthday to the girl who killed her world to save the world

[yeslordmyking]

John 6:29 — Today's Verse for Saturday, June 29, 2024

[empressofmankind]

Me: "Amma split the Impel Down fic up in three parts because, honestly, it's too big to post as one thing of ~12k words. Splitting it up in 3x 4k is much more manageable for everyone, including myself!"

Also me: Just realised 3/4th of the way into finishing the first part for posting that the erstwhille 4k has doubled to near 8k, and we ain't there yet.

I am physically in capable of writing anything under 10k apparently. This is why I can't do writing commisions, ain't no one shelling that amount of money on some floof and smut of their fav pairing.

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

fornication.

(tipsy!viktor x tipsy!gn!reader, nsfw-ish)

author’s note: just a little something to tease you with while i’m working on my bigger projects. patience, my dears. requested by my beloved @daniushka.

word count: 800~

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He tastes of Madeira and pure nonsense, of love letters curdled into lumpy saliva and pushed down one’s throat in an incoherent babble, the ultimate flavour of forthcoming summer, of all the time in the world at thy squandering disposal, rushing into your mouth like a tart omen of excitement in a sloppy flick of his kiss. And you’re tugging at his nape, fists full of soft chestnut—a clumsy plea for a breather, a feverish, trochaic jerk: kiss him, choke on him, pull away. 

Viktor obliges, and when he does, his heavy lids flutter with ossifying tears, his hollow cheeks the colour of faint, tipsy punch. He may claim that he’s perfectly sober, but, by the looks of it, Madeira must’ve long become his tenth bodily fluid. 

You exchange lopsided smiles. The world around you stops moving. It’s just you, him and a dusty floor of the mildewed closet in the very heart of the city of progress, and you’re muffling the revel around you with the vigour of horny teenagers pawing at each other vice-like. 

“You’re drunk.” 

Your accusation spills against his chest, crumbling as your reddened nose pokes into the plexus of his neck and shoulder, his wool vest tickling at your senses, igniting a wet, fierce sneeze. Viktor responds with a damp coalescence of cough and chuckle. The wine has thickened his voice to a rasp. 

“I’m positively intoxicated,” he corrects, aiming to pinch your hip, but his drunken brain must’ve mixed up the signals, locking his fingers in a gentle squeeze instead. You shudder nonetheless, face plastering against the swivel of his mole-speckled neck. It smells of sex and candy—a cologne-ish whiff of what’s to come. Or who’s to come, more like. If either of you manages to get your cotton limbs to complete that progression. 

“You’re not doing this right, then,” you counter, throwing your numb calves astride his thighs: they fell asleep in the distorted tangle of your unwield bodies, and you tried to stretch them as far as the oubliette of the closet allowed. 

Viktor takes note of your strained hiss. His hands abandon your hips. Stroke a trembling route down to under your knees and rub your numb skin live again. You murmur a tart ‘Thank you’.  

“Is there some ultimate pact of proper inebriation that I’m not aware of?” He chuckles once again. 

“We’ve just graduated, Viktor. We’re supposed to drink till we’re senseless.”

“Ah. You see, I prefer senselessness for other endeavours.”

“Like what?”

“Fornication.”

And he must’ve transmitted his wet laughs to you. Because when you lean backward, head thumping against the wall, the air starts shaking with thick, raspy spurts of agape mouths—a contagious prelude with more frothy, salivated kisses to follow. And more handfuls of skin, too. Necks, and hips, and shoulders. Whatever you (or he) could reach: no soft swivel in the way would be spared the penalty of sweet kneads. His involuntary groans bid no protest.

He smiles his best shaky smile when you finally part tongues. Watches you close your lips around the rim and shamelessly wishes that he were the bottle, more so when you avidly chug down the remnants of Madeira, spilling a glistening drop in the haze of your greed. But he doesn’t let it roll under your collar. His tongue strikes again and obscenely seizes the bittersweet fugitive on its way down your neck, licking up your sweat and crisp, smoky splendour. His taste buds, scabrous as a cat’s, tickle a rapt moan out of you. The bottle clicks to the floor and rolls out of your reach, escaping the pornographic tableau. 

Viktor doubles down, looking up with a bashful grin. The vermillion heat from his cheeks creeps through your clothes. You can only imagine the shade of hot, fitful red hiding inside his underwear. 

The world around you obligingly stops again, as if helping you find your words in the confines of tense silence. The back of your throat tingles. 

“For someone who’s claiming to be so reluctant to get wasted, you sure are not above desperate measures,” you mutter, running your fingers over the wet, sticky trail on your neck.

“I’m not one to waste good liquor. Every drop must be lapped up.”

“How frugal.”

“Yes, indeed. And besides, slight intoxication is such a good catalyst for confidence. After all, one must feel suave enough to commit…” He bites his tongue, searching for a decent euphemism.

But, by his mistake, you’re equipped with just the ammo.

“Fornication?” You chide, bowing your head.

And Viktor goes for the kill, cupping the abandoned throb between your thighs.

“You don’t even know.”

[stvllioner]

Fight For It | dabi/t. touya

      Fantasy AU!Dabi x Bounty Hunter![FEM]Reader

WARNING(S): sexual content, dragon hybrid!dabi, reader’s intentions for “hunting” is nothing but dubious, ego friendly fire, predator vs. prey trope, power play, barely any plot (pwp), anal, double penetration, spanking, corruption kink (?), outdoors sex, strangers -> ?.

COUNT: 4.6k words (40 mins.)

READ MORE: masterlist + [adults masterlists]

A/N: this was originally supposed to be for another character but it very much suited Dabi instead. if you can guess who this was originally for, i'll write you sum neet. 🌚 anywhom, i loveddd writing this. i had to do a lot of work shops as this has been in the vault for years, so hopefully it's readable now LOL. 😭 hope you guys enjoy!

You check your sides and pockets ensuring that everything is ready for your travel.

This time around, dragon shifters were out and about looking for mates which meant this was the perfect time to capture one. You let out an excited breath as you pull on your boots and make your way outside of your home.

As you pass by the people in your town, you are frequently greeted due to your known status in the town. Most people jumped at the chance to have a conversation with you as there was no guarantee the next time they could. However as you got closer to the edge of the woods, the greetings slowed to a halt as the count of people started to wither out, most people avoiding the edges of the village near the forest-filled mountains. You adjust the final strap on your bag as the destination you were looking for comes into view.

Keeping an eye out for any signs of dragon shifter life, you look around the sparse but large trees that decorate the place. Many bushes, trees, and even small ponds adorned the scenery. If you happen to look close enough you could find flowers almost everywhere accompanying the organisms. Dirt and soil were also as common to come across, more so than grass in the dense part of the forest. Despite that, you continue on your quest to obtain your own little dragon. Your eyes light up as you near the bottom of the mountains and see a bigger-than-usual footstep on the floor. As if you are in no rush, you pause for a moment to squat down and pinch the dirt, fingers thumbing the soil between your forefinger and thumb before dusting it off on your pants.

One is near.

The footprint imprinted into the ground was still very fresh, the consistency too easy to grab and toy with. Surveying the scene your eyes try to find any change within the area, the need for staying on your p’s and q’s is greater than ever. You were trying to gauge what your next move should be and your indecisiveness slowing you down. You chew the inside of your lip as you start to survey the scene one last time before choosing to continue on your journey for the beast you were searching for.

Thankfully, the hybrid you were trying to find had left its footprints freely, but his marking already too cocky for your liking. Amid your busy thinking, you hear scurrying in the distance, the sound quick and heavy. You immediately whip your head around to the sound of the commotion, your hand hovering on the tip of your sword’s handle as you brace yourself for any imminent conflict. As you inch closer to the ominous spot behind the dense trees, the same noise happens in the opposite direction to the right of you. You swiftly unwield your sword and dart it towards the rapid movement, the sharp blade releasing a sharp and heavy, ‘THUNK’ as it sinks its metal into the wood.

Birds rapidly fly away in fear and other smaller animals in hiding run away in the opposite direction hoping to avoid the building tension within the vicinity. The sight of tiny strands of fur and a red liquid left swiftly in the breeze makes you wince in sympathy; accidentally hurting an unattended target was certainly not on your to-do list today. Your body is still on high alert--chest heaving as small beads of sweat accumulate on your temples, your nerves keeping you in a tense state. But unlike your anxious mood irritating you, your target was the complete opposite.

A low rumble of laughter that turns into a boisterous level prompts you to turn around and narrow your eyes at the location of the sound, eyes catching a white-haired male. You were gearing up to tell the male to fuck off before the realization hits you. The sharp teeth, horns, broad back, wild clothes -- this was the dragon you were trying to find. You watched him cautiously, keeping your eye on him as you retrieved your weapon, keeping on guard.

He lets out a few more chuckles, putting his hands up in mock surrender as he watches you point your sword toward him. “Hey no need to get defensive,” he pauses, his grin turning from playful to sly. “You humans aren’t the best at catching us most of the time.”

His words make you huff, your other hand locking on the rope that was on your hip. The white-haired male blows out a whistle, watching as your arm flexes with strong muscles and places his hands on his hips as he scans your body. You raise your brow, sheathing your sword away and revealing a grin of your own. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side lean forward interest for the conceited specimen.

“I always catch my prey. What makes you think I won’t this time?” You respond, your words cocky, a little too much for his liking at that. His nose flares at you, back straightening before his irises narrow before he scoffs lightly.

The male’s cerulean eyes dim as they watch you intently, unashamedly checking out your frame. Your nostrils flare in anger and slowly draw your sword as a warning, a playful whistle following your threatening posture. The white-haired dragon-man takes a step closer to you, his gaze not missing you step back and cower only just slightly in your stance.

He huffs, “You could barely kill that bunny.”

“I could if I wanted to,” You’re quick to retort, your body now trying to regain its firm stance, chin raising as you openly detested him. “Just like I could have your head by tomorrow if needed.”

The same laugh that first gained your attention makes a comeback, his sharp teeth on proud display as he takes this exchange as nothing more than some flirtatious banter. “How about the next time we meet, you can attempt to catch me -- and if you do, I’ll do whatever you want. Vice versa.” He holds his hand out for you to take as a sign of agreement.

You watch his large hand out stretch itself to you, a taunting offer that a part of you couldn’t proudly admit that you wanted to take. His palm is upturned in a way that teased innocent compliance, the callous on his skin showing he isn't as playful as one would think and there's no missing the sharp nails that peek from under fingertips. With a small huff, your hand relaxes from the top of the sword and you close the distance between you two, shaking his hand firmly.

“The name’s Dabi by the way.” A surprised yelp escapes your lips as he tugs you much closer than needed, you two chest-to-chest as he stares intently into your E/C eyes. “Don’t be too disappointed when you lose, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen as he says your name, the action doing its job spooking you. You rip your hand away from his with a bit of a fight, not sure what you just have gotten yourself into. You snarl as you step back to regain the space between you two, except you made no move to be on the offense.

“Do yourself a favor and don’t hold back.” Dabi taunts, his grin matching his arrogant expression.

“Don’t plan on it.” You snort giving him one last look over as he retreats from the trees, your gaze never leaving that spot until you’re sure he’s gone. You turn around and pursue your way back to town, unbeknownst to you the pair of cerulean eyes that continued to watch your body retreat in pure animalistic hunger for you.

                     — ✮ ★ ☆ —

Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you tirelessly think about the interaction with the arrogant male from last afternoon.

Despite being one of the most known bounty catchers in the world, the way that he—Dabi as he preferred to be called—carried himself, was in a way that left curiosity and a bit of attraction on your end. You hated the way that your chest races with excitement but then glower at the thought of him. Too many conflicting emotions plagued your psyche and you needed to end this once and for all.

The air was crisp whilst the white clouds in the sky rivaled the short puffs of air you breathed out every once in a while if you held your breath in for too long. Climbing back up the same mountain wasn’t as easy as it was yesterday with the added titillation making it feel as though your heart was about to burst out of your chest. At this point, you were starting to wonder what you truly wanted from this outcome.

‘victory. this isn’t the first attractive specimen you’ll find, and it won’t be your last.’

You thought to yourself and sigh with indignation. The designated spot was already in eyeshot and you needed to get into gear if you wanted to walk out of this with your proper title over him as his owner. Absentmindedly your hand skims over the healing wound of the tree you had accidentally sliced when you had gotten startled yester-yonder, the heavy and big footprints in the soil showing that he as well made his way over not long before you.

Movement just shy to your left has you turning in its direction, this only meaning one thing: Dabi was here.

Dabi sat minding his business, humming as he watched his surroundings and toyed with the dirt in front of him mindlessly. You unsheath your sword, adrenaline making your hands lightly tremble in excitement. You adjust the sword easily in your hand moving to swing for the kill. Subtle movement catches the corner of your eyes, the focus of your target just slipping. Before it could happen, you reel back and lunge your sword towards the correct target only to softly gasp as he's gone.

You pull your sword back with the rope that’s attached to the handle, the weapon tight in your grip as you look around closely as you make eye contact with his now familiar cerulean-blue eyes making you attack once again. It wasn’t until your second failed attempt that he started laughing at you. Just like the first time you met. You growl out in frustration, trying to find him again. You try following the laugh as you messily turn around, the uncoordinated movement making you trip over your own feet but you quickly catch yourself.

‘i bet he’s just scared! he knows that you’d just capture him and make him yours.’ you completely lie to yourself to help soothe your nerves. Even you didn't believe it and now you were starting to get more than anxious.

“Damn it! Come out and stop playing!” You yell out, rage starting to finally consume you. You kept your sword up, turning sharply at the sound of crunching behind you and was met with him not too far away from you.

His handsome face was serious, arms crossed as he watched down at you unimpressed and unmoving. You feel yourself wanting to shy away from his intimidating gaze, but remember to hold up your guard. Never had you experienced a dragon that fought back like this and it honestly had you on edge.

“You’re off your game,” The dragon grins as he steps closer towards you. You tilt your chin down as you cowardly gulp in defiance, your feet taking a step back as you try to gain more distance between you two. Unfortunately for you, fighting in the woods meant you would be caged in, just like now as he closed in on you as your back hit the large oak tree behind you.

“I can still kill you if I please.” You sneer, holding up the sharp tip of your sword to his chest, eyes boring into his. Even with your strong stance and unwavering eyes, there was no denying the slight waver in your voice as you said it.

Shit.

The dragon laughs at your pathetic threat, his body language as genuine as his prideful body language. He offers you no answer as he finds no reason to entertain it. Anger shoots through your body at his arrogance, your body shifting as much as it can to pull your arm back to aim straight for his heart, wanting nothing else but to draw blood from him right in this instant.

Your sense of urgency is what fumbles your opportunity, your attack seized as though he had seen it a mile away.

With a piercing grip, he snatches your hand as you attempt to stab him in the chest, his deft fingers squeezing your wrist in a painful grip. A cry leaves your lips as you try to keep steady, your other hand grabbing him to let go as if his life wasn’t on the line.

“Let go!” You yell at him, stubborn tears now starting to prick at your eyes. It was pitiful in the way you resorted to this as your backup plan, your behavior a clear indication that you had no idea what to do. You had walked into this duel with nothing but adrenaline, curiosity, arousal, and arrogance. Instead of conducting yourself as a seasoned veteran, you were presenting yourself as a spoiled brat. Dabi ignores your plea as he takes your fighting hand and pins it firmly against the rough tree bark behind you, the rough texture digging into your clothes and skin. You bite your lip harshly to at least spare yourself some dignity, not wanting to let the smallest amount of pain get to you.

Your hand twitches in his hold as your other goes towards the direction of your thigh and grab a small knife from its holster before promptly slicing his arm. Dabi looks down at you and scoffs as he barely observes the wound before easily gripping your free wrist once again. You let out a silent cry of protest as now both hands are caught in his stronghold.

“You think that was enough to stop me? You’ve already failed, human.” He leans down to speak in your ear, his strong voice rattling through your body making you shiver. He maneuvers his hold on your wrists so that they are caught in one hand, the other moving to grip your side before running lower and rounding your back.

You glare at him and start to struggle against his hold, hoping it wasn’t too obvious that you wanted him to touch more of you. He chuckles at your sounds of distaste, promising that you’d be dead if he moved any further. He bites down on the exposed part of your neck making you moan in pain and a deep blush adorn your cheeks. His slivering hand finally grabs your ass and pulls your body closer to his. He pulls away from your neck to give himself enough room to lick up the blood that was dripping from his bite. “You’re all mine.”

Without much fight from you, he leans in and presses a harsh kiss against your lips, an all-engulfing force that has you reeling in need. You groan as your head is pushed back against the tree, your pair of lips fighting against his in an attempt to gain back the confidence you had from when you two first met. The mix of the coppery taste of your blood on your tongue adds a toxic aphrodisiac you can't place your finger on, wanting to taste more of yourself on his tongue in other ways. Your eyes lid as you two maintain eye contact through the kiss, the heat between you two ramping up as both of you have something to prove.

“Still tryna win, human? Are you gonna do whatever I tell you to?” Dabi ridicules you once he pulls away and tightly grips your jaw. The force makes your cheeks squish while your bruised lips pout. He leans in to press his lips against yours again as an open mouth kiss, his tongue invading your hot cavern and playing with your tongue. You moan into his handling, your wet muscle barely managing to put up a fight. You helplessly try to chase his lips when he pulls away, the action making him chuckle. “Turn around.”

He lets go of your hands as he allows you to move and notes the way that you slightly flinch from the harsh pressure suddenly being released. Though you quickly shrug it off, more than willing to turn around like the slut that you are. Grinning at your desperation he steps away from you to allow room to turn you around, and seizes your hands in his hold except this time behind your back when you’ve assumed the position. Dabi bends you over some and admires your curves finally up close and freely gropes at your ass. It’s shameful in the way that feeling his calloused hand grope and rub at your globes has you pressing against him, your needy action eliciting a spank from him. You whine out his name as he pulls down your pants, your juices darkening the material between your legs.

“Do you normally act this needy when you lose, hm?”

SMACK, another spank was delivered to your bum. Your eyes roll back when he gives you another and a harsher one to follow until you respond.

Your eyes prick as he taunts you, your legs trembling in need. Contrary to your own knowledge, Dabi was perfectly aware of your track record with beasts. To humans and other “dainty” species, you were known for your combat and prowess but amongst the more gritty creatures have shared more than a few whispers about your sexual endeavors. You turn your head and glare at him, tears and all as blood rushes to the skin of your bruising ass and flustered skin. Just as you were one not to lie, you deflect the implications of your winning and losing rate. “Do you normally take this long to fuck?”

SMACK.

Instead of his hand holding your hands above your head, he lets them go and lets you catch yourself against the uncomfortable tree. With one hand now placed on the side of your head, he holds you in place as he tugged down your underwear, no longer wanting to toy with what he desperately needed to claim as his. “I’m the one who won, remember?” Dabi growls as he grows impatient with your bitching, his hot hand reaching down to cup our sex and letting his two fingers rub at the sensitive nub at the top of your cunt.

The smell of your arousal was taunting him heavily. Dabi had never considered a human as his first option to fuck but you were bringing out a new side to him. The sickening thought alone made him grow impatient as he was more than ready to defile your cute body. Most humans don't fuck back, but you certainly looked like the type and that thought alone was riling him up. Evidently just from the way you were acting, you couldn't help yourself grinding back against him like that. At first glance you seemed like some brute snob, untouched and pompish. But here you were already gong-ho over some dragon dick you have yet to experience; acting so desperate and needy for him. His lips curve into a devilish grin as he marvels at the way your back arches as the arousal gets to you.

“Fuck, Dabi please.” You plead shamelessly as he slips his fingers up and down your folds to collect your slick, helping lube up your opening for his cock. He spits on his fingers to make it more slippery, not wanting to rush the prep as much as he'd love to have your pussy engulf his cock. He shushes you as he leaves his grip on your head to grab your jaw, making you look at him as he rubs at your cunt.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me prep you, pet.” He emphasizes his point by teasing at your opening with the tip of his finger then sinking his middle finger into your cunt. His cock twitches at the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around the digit as strokes the inside of your kitty carefully. He groans and leans back to look at your pussy enveloping his finger, eyes happily drinking in what he’s seeing. “Knew this pussy was hungry for this.”

Your pants are heavy, pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as he continues to work it in and out of your dripping cunt. Dabi made sure to keep his hold on your jaw tight while his other got to work which allows you to brace your hands against the trunk of the tree with your hands now free. His thrusting stops to rub the outside of your lips, spreading your natural juices as lubricant and periodically brushing against your clit before his fingers are fucking themselves into you again. Your face was covered in bruises to some degree as you couldn’t help but keep your face against the tree bark -- not that you could care less, though. A wanton whimper leaves your lips feeling his hand completely leave your opening, making way to release himself from his pants.

He uses the slick from your wet cunt to help lubricate his lengths. He prods the first against your opening and groans lowly from how different the fit of your human pussy compared to other dragons. You felt your eyes burn with tears, his size bigger than you’re used to. You squirm against him only for him to command you to calm down. He spits another time as he works his hips into yours to open you up better, the action working as you produce more slick and loosen up as the moments pass. You feel his finger mix the spit and slick on your asshole, not shying away from playing with your chocolate starfish. He slips in his thumb to tease your opening, the play not phasing you one bit. It wasn't until you feel his finger enter you followed by experimental strokes is when you notice what's up. You suck in your breath, tensing up completely when his finger exits only to feel another head prod at your asshole.

You gasp from the intrusion of his second cock entering you. Your nails dig into the tree and you're consequently returned the favor as your hands sting from gripping onto it for dear life. You had never taken anything of his size in that entrance and you could tell he was enjoying the squeeze by how much he was throbbing in you. He breathes out curses into your neck, reminding you of your place and how tight you wrapped around him. Never had Dabi contemplated wanting to mate a human until now, the feeling like nothing he had felt before.

“You’re taking me so well, fuck.” Heavy and sloppy thrusts are met against your ass. The way of his thrusting signifies the animalistic side of him, the easing of his cock into you was nothing short of barbaric and drowning in pure pleasure. As he worked his hips better into yours.

It felt as though he was already accustomed to you and you loved it. The length and girth of his cock was filling a void you didn’t know you needed, and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to come back from it.

“How’s it feel to be fucked by a dragon, heh,” The dragon huffs out and works more of his length into your battered pussy and ass. Your sopping cunt and tight ass was starting to take his cock easier and easier the more he fucked you. His hands bored from only holding you in place soon move to tug up your shirt and grope at your tits, hands roughly fondling your mounds as if he had no rhyme or reason.

“Da… Dabi..!” You moan out, ass and pussy still clenching tight around him. He moans enjoying how you say his name before HISSing at the fact you were almost squeezing him too tight. Dabi refused to take his eyes off the area where your bodies joined, deeply engrossed by the way his cocks disappears to the hilt as he fucked your tight holes.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight little pet!” He exclaims excitedly, teeth to mark up your neck once again. Dabi hums in delight, hands roughly kneading your breasts. He tugs on your nipples craving the thought of wanting to know what your nipples would taste like against his tongue. Or even if he did so choose to breed you, how full, plump and ready you’d look -- all just for him.

Your vision blurs as the only thing on your mind is to relish in the pleasure you were receiving, hips riding back against his as you chase your climax. You were nothing but a vessel for your pleasure, not giving shit about him either. The all-consuming experience was successfully eating you up and you loved every second of it. If it meant being “his” pet, then so be it.

When he hits a certain angle in your holes, you shake as ecstasy shoots through our body. Your already breathier sighs and moans from your stolen breath now deepens into loud and sluttier sounds, your orgasm finally imminent. You start to babble not wanting nothing more than to finish on this dragon’s cocks.

“Please, please, Dabi-” You mewl. “Cum, need it.” You whine as you feel the familiar coil in your stomach tighten, the slick running down your thighs aiding in the ability of letting him thrust within you.

Dabi shushes you as he grabs both of your elbows and holds you up himself. He uses you like a pussy pocket as he starts to chase his release as well, needing to finish inside you just as much as you wanted to finish on his cocks. “Gonna breed you, s’that what you want, pet? Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck I need you to cum in me..!” You moan out, feeling your stomach coil to signify the impending orgasm that is about to hit you. Without needing any further excuse he grips your arms impossibly tight as he pummels into you, his hips bruising your backside as he drives you over the edge.

With a final thrust, he bottoms out inside you, relishing in the feeling of emptying his semen. A deep growl reverberates in Dabi’s chest as he finishes, his muscles only relaxing when he starts to empty. He holds you in place as you have no other choice but to take his stuffing, the amount so copious it starts to spill from your openings.

Dabi slowly lets you go as he pulls out, cocks flaccid and messy. He bends you over to look at your creampied holes, hands spreading your cheeks to get an unobstructed view of it. He gives your pained cheek an appreciative smack, snorting when you groan in pain at the feeling. The dragon stands back up and yanks at your hair, the unnecessary action making you whip your head around to glare at him, only to be met with a proud grin with his sharp teeth on display.

“You’re mine now, pet.”

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[letoutyourfeelings]

GUYS ISTG I CANT GET OVER THIS SONIC PRIME S3 TEASER MOMENT

I love how Shadow isn't pinning the blame on Sonic!!! Shadow takes the situation as a betrayal. Nine left them to die, not Sonic...NINE DID!!!

And Shadow doesn't poke on Sonic's wound and blames him, Shadow points out the facts.

Nine went against Sonics unwielding trust, and now Shadow and Sonic have to work together in order to fix the shatterverse.

Sonic Prime really said sonadow rights and tbh i stan that

[minamorsart]

Heyy , I love your fanfictions , so beautifully written especially the ones about Lotor and Allura , which brings me to my question , do you think that if Lotor survived , he would make his way to Allura to win back her heart 💖 (AWESOME ART BTW💯🤗🙌)

Firstly, hello!!! Thank you for taking the time to write me an ask, these always make my day! Secondly, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! Not only for your kind words, but also taking the time to read my fanfictions and look at my art??! 😭😭 I'm so honored!!! 😖🙏💖

In regards to your question, short answer: YES ABSOLUTELY! I can't help it, it's the romantic in me 😆 And below the cut I'd like to get into the why!

Also lookit that height difference, so cute~~

One of the most compelling things about Lotor's character is how ambitious he is. Not only is it a desirable trait in a potential partner, especially from Allura's perspective ;) but it makes his behavior and choices that much more interesting to watch. Although it's hard to say exactly what his endgame was in the show, particularly when it comes to the Altean colonies (we're supposed to believe he was using them as batteries, but to what end??! something still don't add up), there are some things that can be explained, both from actual given information from the show and personal conjectures I've made for myself ^^

Let's start with him becoming emperor. I personally like to believe that he actively wanted the throne. His relationship with other Galra overall is unfortunately not good at all, which you can see in his interactions with other Galra such as Throk and Sendak. But once he is given the opportunity, Lotor puts everything into becoming emperor and making the Galra Empire his. His appearance at the Kral Zera comes as a shock to everyone, and his demanding and domineering regard towards them all is awesome to watch. Plus it's his right! He is the prince after all, so I just love the idea of him coming into his own, demonstrating his birthright and his capabilities, and taking what's rightfully his.

Also what a power move it was to finally make Lotor the emperor in this version of Voltron??! The only other iteration I've seen is DotU, so it is possible that in the other shows and comics he also became emperor, but it's just SO satisfying to watch in VLD this banished, pariah prince quickly become ruler of the most powerful empire in the universe! You love to see it.

After he becomes emperor he takes his title seriously and uses it to acquire one of the things he wants, which is gaining access to the Rift with Allura's help and providing unlimited quintessence for all of the Galra. I'm sure there is more that he wanted to do with it, but again, some things don't add up and we sadly don't have all of the information, so I'm afraid we can only guess from here! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But in the meantime he doesn't take his role as emperor lightly. In his big speech in season 6 he is harsh, demanding, and even threatening. And I am all about it!!!

Don't get me wrong, while I absolutely love kind, soft, and romantic Lotor, I also dearly love cold, devious, and even malicious Lotor as well. You see this a lot with complicated male characters in epic stories: Kylo Ren and Qimir from Star Wars, Paul Atreides from Dune, Michael Corleone from The Godfather, and Sauron from The Rings of Power! What exactly I find so compelling about these kinds of characters can be summed up perfectly in this quote from Dune:

"...the Duke is really two men. One of them I love very much. He's charming, witty, considerate... tender—everything a woman could desire. But the other man is... cold, callous, demanding, selfish—as harsh and cruel as a winter wind."

- Dune by Frank Herbert, page 104

Lotor's unwielding ambition I think at times can give him tunnel vision, as we can see at the start of season 6 when Lotor wanted Allura to stay and help him with getting quintessence (again, using his resources and title as emperor to pursue what he wants) before Allura reminded him of his duties to his people in the moment. So he can be reasoned with lol!

And so! The reason why I bring all of this up, why I love thinking about the many sides of Lotor and how differently he acts with certain people, the many masks he will wear depending on what he wants, is to invite you to consider how he views his relationship with Allura. His growing feelings for her I'd say are more internalized until the last two episodes of season 5, but until then I like to think that it was never in his plans to get close to her. He wanted to team up with Voltron, yes, but he never could have anticipated falling for the Altean princess ;) What started out as a reluctant alliance and a simple means to accomplish his own end soon blossomed into genuine respect and love.

I have my own ideas as to how I would want Lotor to survive and redeem himself, just as I am certain you and all of us Lotura fans have our own ideas! And they are 1000% valid!!! At its foundation, if Lotor was to live and prove that he can be trusted again, I absolutely believe that he would do everything he could to make things right with Allura. Again, he is ambitious! Once he's decided on something, he will not stop until he's succeeded. If one plan doesn't work he forms a new one. He never gives up. He definitely respects Allura's agency, so of course he would never push her into a relationship with him (looking at you Lance ¬_¬) but I do sincerely believe Lotor would persist in terms of proving to her and the others that he can be trusted as an ally again.

And now we get into Allura's opinion in all of this!! What would she think were Lotor to survive and come back into her life again? And well, I have a really long answer for that too lol! We already see in the series finale how she came to understand Lotor's perspective. We also could see in seasons 5 and 6 how much she really liked him and how head over heels she was for him. Like how adorable was that?? Our girl deserves to be that much in love ;_; After Sincline's return and Lotor appearing in Allura's room in season 8, it is clear that she was still torn up about him, and that she still had feelings for him.

This tweet sums up basically all of my favorite ships:

Of course in this context I mean this as a joke lol, but there's truth to it! Because at the end of the day, no one is going to understand Allura like Lotor understands her. Even Coran, who comes from the same planet and circumstances as she, would frequently express his doubts about her decisions. His heart is in the right place, and they have a very sweet father-daughter-type relationship and he just wants to protect her. But he just doesn't get her the way Lotor gets her. Nowadays when I think about the difference between how Coran treats Allura and how Lotor treats Allura, I think of this quote from The Acolyte showrunner:

“'Do you want to be a part of this thing that I'm a part of?' Most fathers do this with their sons and their daughters, but when fathers do it to daughters, it's tricky, in my opinion. When an equal, like The Stranger, like a partner, says, 'I've experienced something, and I think you would benefit from it. I have a similar history to you, and in adulthood, I would lay it at your feet as a possible tool kit for you to pick up and forge your life with, unlike something that's instilled in you the way that your father instilled a lot of your hopes and dreams in you.'”

- Lesyle Headland, interview with Collider

Though this quote is very specific to Osha's different relationships with Sol and Qimir, I think it applies to Allura, Coran, and Lotor too! Like all parents with their children, Coran has this idea in his head as to what is best for Allura. And I love the man with my whole heart, but it's clear that he would rather keep her safe than let her grow.

Lotor, on the other hand, wants to see Allura grow and thrive. He not only wants to see her reach her full potential, but he also sincerely views her as an equal. They also have so much more in common than they do with literally any other character in the show. He alone can see her power, her potential, her greatness. In turn, he wants to share with her his experiences, his ambitions, as well as his desires. And she is drawn to him in part because of them!

So I genuinely believe that, given enough time, they would both be able to reconcile, to heal the wounds left behind by their hurtful words and their parting, and resume their relationship which had only just begun. Because despite all of the pain they went through and all of the things they said to each other, some of which I'm sure they didn't mean in the moment, they still cared for each other. After all, Allura was the only one who didn't want to leave Lotor behind in the Rift! Between the two of them, the feelings were still there. They never left <3

As more time passes after the show's finale I find more and more things to appreciate about both of Lotor and Allura's characters. Your question has enabled me to dive deep into these new appreciations, so I sincerely thank you for that! They are my number #1 ship of all time, and I am always happy to go on suuuuper long tangents about them 😆 And if you disagree with anything I said, that's okay too! In the end I do hope you were able to get something out of it, and thank you once again for asking! Have a wonderful rest of your day!!! 💖💜

[myokk]

hello there! :D

— dropping some questions for eloise and leo 💕

✨ What's your MC’s Hogwarts House? Was it what they expected? What qualities of their house does your MC embody most?

✨ Who's your MC’s favourite professor? What's their dynamic? Anyone they don't get along with?

✨ What's your MC’s favourite place? Why do they like to be there?

✨ What's your OC’s wand? Do they see its properties as coincidence or an omen? Do they mean anything to your MC at all?

HELLOOOOOOO CASPER♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

Hogwarts House:

Eloise and Leo are both Slytherin🐍 since they are from the Black family first and foremost, and Sirius was the first Black to not be in Slytherin, it only makes sense🫶 The house fits for them as they are both extremely ambitious and eager to prove themselves, and have a lot of pride. I think Eloise is quite cunning…she isn’t scared to twist things or break rules if she knows she’ll get away with it, and Leo is very prideful and ambitious.

If they were different houses, Eloise would be Gryffindor because even though she isn’t outwardly brave, she is quietly noble and always tries to do the right thing (but it isn’t always possible). And Leo would be a Hufflepuff💛

Favorite Place:

Third time answering this question🤭

Eloise’s favorite places is anywhere with Sebastian, and Leo’s is when Bea is with him🥹♥️♥️♥️

Wand:

Im only going to answer for Eloise bc for Leo I honestly don’t think it matters😆 but Eloise’s is Significant…

Eloise and Bellatrix’s wands were the only two to come from the same Walnut tree. This tree in particular was one that only listens to its owner (once they have formed a bond), and has no qualms whatsoever with carrying out whatever the master wishes. Very unwielding.

Anyways I’ll use this to say that I’ve always really loved the Black family, I’ve never understood really simping for Sebastian or any HL character bc they’re all just angst babies to me, BUT Sirius Black and Bellatrix are another matter entirely🤭 I heavily drew from their personalities and history to help create Eloise’s character, and I HAD to make her their great-aunt and connected with them somehow🫠 and with Elladora, Walburga, Bellatrix all getting the Black Family Madness (honestly I don’t know if this is a thing or if I just made it up), I love the thought of Eloise slowly going mad and losing her grip with reality too🥹

[pstelwitchcraft]

I'm really, REALLY, trying to hold back from writing a Dorym reunion one shot just in case next episode gags me with a spoon but the desire is STRONG, ya'll.

That last desperate Sending from Orym. Seeing our boy finally break under the weight of everything after being so unwielding, so brave, so incredibly, absolutely strong for all of his friends, for his family. And the person he cried to, the person he wants to be there for him the most is Dorian. The friend that left all that time ago. The friend he said to, resolutely, sounding so incredibly determined "this isn't goodbye, it's see you later". How much it hurt to hear his voice break and sound so, so small when he said "I'm struggling. I need you."

And then Dorian. Finally having the life of adventure and freedom he wanted all along. Finally getting to see the world away from the expectations and the observations and the judgements. His brother is safe, his friends are safe (at least he thinks they are). But why does he feel so empty? Why does it feel like he's missing a part of himself? Could it have something to do with a halfling fighter he's been itching to call on the Sending stone every night for months?

[turquoisetuber]

the unwielding penis attack from spamthong

i beg your pardon

[liamrrys]

UNDONE .

𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘹 𝘦𝘷𝘵𝘩𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 —— ( 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘦 )

call it a youngest’s reflex, to be so stubborn to the wills of his eldest; but he believed that shesmu could work together peacefully. he believed they could co-operate and share their wisdoms, & when he looked to eva, he believed they could also love. ( nip this in the bud, brother, for this will become your undoing )

rated: explicit word count: 2.8k notes: it started out as fluff but the smut wrote itself oops !!! not drafted because i got a bit excited lol but hello fellow rame fans!!!! i hope u enjoy <3 tw: explicit adult themes, slight mention of abuse tags: @rc-catalog

Life as a shesmu was a lonesome one, for trust was a luxury even the richest and most renown of necromancers could never afford. A slip of the tongue to the wrong person at the wrong time would be enough to seal Ramesses’ fate beneath the ground. This was a sentiment Remmao had instilled within him from the second the warmth left his soul. It was for his own good. The more you cared for others the more of a liability you are, he would say. As secretive as Ramesses tried to be, his brother was not blind to Rame’s growing fondness and longing glances towards a specific troublemaking shesmu. Our kind can only afford to care for ourselves. Nip this in the bud, brother, this will become your undoing.

Maybe Ramesses would have benefitted from another mentor — perhaps if Remmao were not also his brother, he would not dismiss his advice as one from an overbearing sibling, but as truth. Call it a youngest’s reflex, to be so stubborn to the wills of his eldest; but he believed that shesmu could work together peacefully. He believed they could co-operate and share their wisdoms, and when he looked to Eva, he believed they could also love.

A small candle flickered, dancing reflections in her ardent eyes. Rame leant back against his chair to allow Eva access as she carefully grazed a damp cloth over the cut on his lip. When she asked where his wounds were from, Ramesses only replied that his tongue moved faster than his brain. 

While her mouth stayed uncharacteristically shut, her expression betrayed her - showing her true emotions. Eva knew him well enough to recognise a lie, but understood him just as much to not have pressed further. Through tired eyes, Rame noticed her frown and couldn’t help but release a breath of a laugh.

“Remmao and I had a little brotherly spat, since you’re sooo worried about me.” A soft hand finds its way to Eva’s cheek as he brushes dark locks behind her ear. “Look at you, you’re going soft on me, Ev.”

He teases, but what Rame purposefully leaves out is that, under her touch, he’s become as unwielding as the sand that if Eva were to cup his face, he would melt and slip through the gaps between her fingertips, pooling at her palms, dripping down her arms.

“Do your brotherly spats usually end like this?” She has him again. In the years they have known each other - through all the arguments between him and his brother that she had witnessed, not once had she seen him carelessly lay a hand on Rame.

The bruise on his chin was a silent message from Remmao to Evthys. Not her mentor, but Remmao the brother. I have eyes on you.

Eva glanced down towards his lip once more and gave Rame a knowing look. As clever as she was beautiful. He nodded his head and turned to avoid her gaze. He felt sickened by her pity; her guilt. This should have never become her problem to carry.

“This one was particularly scathing, I’d rather not get into it, if you’ll let me have that.” He whispered gently.

Delicate fingers run through his hair in response. Eva combs through soft waves, massaging at his scalp. Rame lets himself shut his eyes and cock his head back, losing himself in her touch.

He only opens his eyes again when he feels her straddling his lap, hands moving to both sides of his face.

        And there he was, looking up at her with soft pleading eyes and oozing between her fingers. He was unmolded clay in her hands. She let her hands explore him as they trailed downwards from his jaw, fingertips dragging his neck and stopping at his shoulders.

Eva. Evthys. The giver of life breathed new vitality in him with every touch they shared. Rame liked feeling her in places she never dared wander before. Her touch was curious, and she held him carefully. He let his own careful hands trace along her back and waist. She gasped at his touch and in return, she placed her lips at the nape of his neck, letting her tongue slip through just to see what it would do.

Ramesses couldn’t hold back a moan as he moved his hips underneath her in response. A hand gripped her waist tight as the other entangled itself in her hair, cradling her head. He felt her smile against his skin, as if pleased that such a simple action was enough to elicit a response.

“Isfet, Evthys. You will be the death of me.”

“Are you done already?” She punctuated by digging her nails into his chest, making him gasp.

“I’m not so fragile, my love.”

The flower he was meant to nip in the bud, he secretly watered and sunned until it bloomed into a bright belladonna. As beautiful and and healing as it was deadly. Clouded with desire, Ramesses crashed his lips against hers, and it was as if he ingested nightshade’s berry instead, the way Eva made his heart race, skin flush, and pupils dilate.

Ramesses felt her breaths becoming shaky on his lips, she had clung onto his as if he were her only source of air. The surface of her skin became hot and her body moved for her as she grind down against him. He pulled his lips away, despite her protest so that she could breathe.

“My sweet, are you alright?”

Sweat made Eva’s hair stick to her forehead and her cheeks blushed red. Eva was breathing heavily and looked at him through her lashes, nodding wildly, as if begging him to keep going. Ramesses wondered what saint he must have been in a past life, to be able to witness such a sight to behold in this one.

“Rame, please don’t stop.”

He pressed his lips back onto hers, this time more frenzied than last. He grew hard beneath her, only the fabric of their clothes keeping them apart. Ramesses traced his fingers down her arms, gently placing them around his neck. “Hold tight.” Only giving her a second’s notice before he grabbed her legs and lifted them both off the chair, his lips never leaving hers. 

Eva had a newfound appreciation of his strength. He had always been so wonderfully chiseled - as if sculpted by the gods themselves. However, Rame had always touched her with such gentleness that she had failed to realise the weight of his muscularity. As he lifted her, she clung on to him tightly, clawing at his back in pleasure. She pulled away, only to bite at his neck. Rame responded with an amused sigh and dug his fingers into her thigh before carefully placing her on his bed.

She pulled him close so that he would collapse fully on to her. She needed to feel him all over her. Eva wanted to be engulfed in no one but him. She had never done this before - and she was hesitant even, but Ramesses, her dear Ramesses made her feel safe. Heard. Protected. She was a patron in his sanctuary.

Every time he grind against her, she felt her legs shake and her breath hitch. Ramesses took his time to unrobe her slowly, kissing newly exposed skin. They became tangled in each other, neither one able to let go of the other.

It was only once she was fully unrobed that Rame pulled away. Just to look at her. Her head leant back and her skin flushed red. Her breasts rose with each breath she took and he noticed a glistening between her legs. Perfect. Eva is perfect. He took this time to slow his pace down, noticing that Eva was getting carried away in her own pleasure. He wanted to take care of her.

Ramesses reached for his body oil on the nightstand, holding it up and letting it drip over her body. He let it run over her breasts and stomach before slowling using his palm to rub it all over the rest of her body. Eva moaned as he took her nipples in between his fingers, pinching them ever so slightly as he continued to massage the oil down her body. He leant down to take her breast in his mouth, suckling and softly nibbling on her left breast, while his hand stimulated the right.

“Rame—“ She breathed, only for her mouth to be met with two of his fingers. Eva ran her tongue along them instinctively, causing Ramesses to groan into her breast.

He pulled back to push both of Eva’s legs up, kissing her calves, to the back of her knees and the back of her thighs - places only the sun had ever touched. Rame kissed her everywhere except for where she needed him the most. A smirk formed on his chin as she noticed liquid pooling in between her legs, staining the sheets beneath them.

A light graze over where she needed him most was enough to elicit the most delicious of screams from her lips. She looked to Rame with pleading eyes. Looking like that, how could he ever deny her anything? He gave her one more look, a silent bid for permission, allowing Evthys to bury her hands in his hair before he dipped down to taste her.

Ramesses lapped against her as if it were his first drop of water in weeks. Her thighs shook against his head and she clawed at his shoulders, but his pace remained unwavering. He started with his tongue fucking into her slowly before finally making his way to her clit. When his mouth started to suck and lick at her sensitive bud, Eva couldn’t help but clamp her thighs around him in pleasure. She writhed underneath him, forcing Rame to force her thighs back onto the bed.

“Beautiful, if you keep moving I’ll stop.” He said, smirking. “You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

All Eva needed was her thumb and index to cup Ramesses’ chin and guide his face to hers. She kissed him tenderly, letting her lips linger on the corner of his, travelling down his jaw and stopping by his ear.

“All this talk Rame, but do you really want to?”

And she knew him well enough to be be right.

Rivals they were; and in any other situation, Ramesses would retaliate.

Right now, however? He is hers, and he allows himself to succumb to her. He would kneel before her every morning like a ritual, steal the light from the sun — she only needed to ask.

Ramesses leaves a gentle kiss on her mouth, with a wanting bite on her bottom lip to show his surrender. He plants a kiss on her neck as he adjusts himself before her. Eva looks up from beneath him, admiring her view. Eva hooks a finger under his garments and slides the fabric off his shoulders and unbuckles the metal of his necklace, carefully setting it aside.

Dishevelled and undone above her, Rame looked ethereal. A thin sheen of sweat sat atop his skin, his freckles twinkled making him look like the night sky. She gazed into his eyes and wondered when she started taking a liking to the darkness of obsidian.

Bewildered by pleasure and his beauty, all Eva could do was lean to kiss him again, this time slowly, sensually, and deeply. A silent plea to say that she needed all of him. Rame became careful with his touches. This was as far as they had gotten — he dared not rush her and surrendered to her pace. He pulls away to meet her affirming gaze before he starts to enter her.

“Evthys.”

He sinks into her at an excruciating rate, his attention fixed to her pleasure. The second she would tell him to stop, he would stop. Ecstasy filled her senses, gripping at his arms. Her breathing laboured once more. Feeling Rame about to pull out out of fear of hurting her, she locked her legs around him and held his face with the tips of her fingers.

“Ramesses.” She begs him through half lidded eyes. “There is nothing more I want right now, but you.” A soft kiss plants itself on his cheek. “So, if you’ll have me—“

His enthusiasm interrupts her and he kisses her hard. Rame plunged himself inside of her, his length grazing her walls and filling her up deliciously each time he entered. Eva’s moans were more symphonious than any decorated muse. He swore he could listen to her voice until time came for Anubis to weigh his heart - and even then it would not be enough.

“Until the end of time, neferut.”

Eva lost herself, unaware that pleasure like this even existed before Rame came to show her. She found herself drunk on the contact of his bare skin against hers; a sweeter high than any iboga or lotus wine could give her. She became unaware of her surroundings, her mind only thinking of Rame and his touch. She was breathless as her eyes rolled back into her lids as she reached a peak unfamiliar to her.

“By the gods, Evthys, you are the most captivating sight.”

Rame could feel her tightening against him, drawing him to his own climax. He pressed a hand to her stomach, heightening hers and his own pleasure. He dragged himself in and out of her in heavy, desperate strokes until it was too much for either one of them to bear. 

“Rame, I—“ Evthys held him close and moaned into his ear, her entire frame quivering beneath him.

To watch her come undone beneath him was a sight to behold, but to feel her walls tighten around him as she came was enough to have him follow her to climax. Coupled with the sweetness she moaned his name, he was done for. His hips stuttered in a pace of their own as he chased his own high, Eva’s juices beginning to squirt out and coat his cock with every thrust.

She reached from under him and pulled him close, biting his shoulder to muffle her screams. Rame buried his face in the crook of her neck, nipping, kissing, licking at the skin. He spilled himself inside of her with a final thrust — the groan leaving his mouth guttural and full of desire.

—-

The two lay in sweat-stained sheets as they calmed from their high. Rameses turned and flipped the both of them so that now he was beneath her. He felt Eva, his sweet Eva, still overcome with pleasure as he writhed above him.

Thick hands wandered over her soft skin, one tracing up and down the small of her back, the other tangling itself in her hair as Rame caressed and cradled her head close to his chest. He saw her rise with each inhale they shared and basked in their shared haze.

Ramesses pressed his lips tenderly to her forehead, letting himself linger. “Come back to me, my love.” He whispers into her hair.

As if those were magic words to wake her from her stupor, Eva turns her head and looks to him with fluttered eyes. A soft smile dons her lips, leaning over to give his a quick peck.

Silence breaks when she laughs into his lips, and he laughs at the innoncence of her gesture. He reaches for her hand and he kisses her knuckles, then guides her palm to rest against his cheek.

“Rame, by all the gods, what did you do to me??” Her hand smacks softly against his chest, shaking her head dramatically.

“Excuse me??”

“Tsk. I can’t feel my legs.” She guided his hand slowly up her thigh. “You must have hexed me, traitor.”

He’s speechless as he frowns at her. A look of offense painted his features through furrowed brows and a mouth agape. A giggle leaves Eva’s lips as she had him right where she wanted. Rame retaliates by playfully pushing her beneath him, kissing her in an attempt to dull her laughter (it didn’t work.)

“—and I’m going to hex your mouth next if you don’t learn to watch it.” He says in a weak attempt to sound cross. He peppers her mouth with kisses, annoyingly so as if to prove a point.

“Enough, I’m sorry!” She whines with a smile. Eva holds his face in her hands and plants another kiss to his mouth, slower, and gentler this time. She sighs beneath him and cuddles herself closer. “Ramesses. Thank you.”

He feels her bid for affection and pulls her tight. “Thank you for your trust.”

          ( & that evening was the first night Rame stopped wishing for dreams before he slept. )

[askganon]

To my beloved Lord Ganondorf, I ask you read this missive with great care. Never does a night pass without thoughts of you. Going sleepless, I long to heard you voice whisper to me in the dark - to hear that deep timbre in my ear. Give me one night, I plead, to be cradled in your strong, unwielding arms, as Death's brother closes my eyes. You are the only man who's touch I crave. Up until the day of my undoing, you would still be the only one. Never is there anyone else whose attention I seek so desperately. Going without you, my heart aches so much I can hardly stand it. To be without you is to have a wound never healing. Run your fingers through my hair, let your hands smooth over my skin, your lips claim mine - around me is where I wish your arms were always. And, please, I beg, my lord Ganondorf, not for your love, only you accept mine. Desert winds bring your name to my ears and I hope they bring mine to you. You are, without a doubt, the one who holds true power over me. Your servant always, S

This may be the most well-worded letter of yearning I have ever received from this place.

Poetic, intriguing, unique, and respectful. Perhaps if others took the time and energy that you have, they would not be so easily cast aside.

You have tempted me, S, so I will consider your invitation.

Well done.

[longlivethewildernessyet]

an ode to the dandelion

bloom still; stretch, petals push, roots reach, stems gentle hands and unwielding hearts wait for you

on the other side of the topsoil, they wait for you— the ones who, as you, tasted poison and left it for loam stretch, golden petals, face the sun push, stubborn roots, taste the earth reach, stalwart stems, reach and hold bloom still, beautiful creature, find strength, find kindness, find life in the pavement cracks in the garden soil in the country tracks spite those who bruise you seek those who nourish you and despite this home in hostility— made of necessity— bloom still

[blooming-water-roses]

Why Itachi Decided to Push Sasuke into the Curse of Hatred

Up until now, I always wondered why, as a loving brother, would Itachi make Sasuke believe he needed to possess unbridled hatred in order to defeat him? It didn’t make sense for his character, who only did things out of love.

That’s when I realized that right there is exactly why Itachi made Sasuke go down the path of hatred.

(Explanation below cut)

Itachi made his decisions based on love. As he is aware of Konoha’s history, he saw that all Hokage made their decisions from love as well. Conversely, he saw what Madara did out of hatred born from love—he became the most powerful shinobi to ever live.

To Itachi, love was a shinobi’s greatest weakness. He saw this time and time again. Minato, who gave his life for his love of the village, who couldn’t bear to live without Kushina. Kushina, who sacrificed herself all the same.

And then, more close to home, Shisui, who loved the village deeply, and died protecting that love. Shisui, who once gave into hate and lived his life regretting it, chose to lose and die for love instead.

Itachi equated love, at least on a subconscious level, with weakness and death.

We see this through the way he chose to die. By Sasuke’s hand—by the person he loved most in the entire world, his one true weakness.

We also see this in how he sets Sasuke up to avenge the Uchiha clan. He tells Sasuke to kill his best friend, sever all of his bonds, and live in hatred.

Because while love will lead even the strongest shinobi to certain death, hatred will lead to unwielding self-preservation and power.

He wanted Sasuke to be able to protect himself and only trust himself so badly that he believed the only way to do this was to make him feel unmatched hatred. This way, no matter what, Sasuke trusted and loved no one, therefore had no weaknesses, and could not be harmed.

This, above all else, was Itachi’s truest intent. Even when he was hurting Sasuke, he was doing it out of love, and now finally I understand exactly how all of that fits together.

Truly a complex, amazingly written character.

[sciderman]

baby, if i could rearrange the letters in the alphabet, i’d be a god. and i would not spend my time on such useless whims. i would instead use these abilities to give every conservative politician just an absolute dumptruck of an ass. huge. unwielding. greasy. they would have no use for it and it would make everyone uncomfortable

worst combination of words I’ve ever had the displeasure of reading! thanks!

[quirkwizard]

For that Quirk Unwielded, (which I LOVE by the way), what are some possible Evolutions and Gear? All I can imagine for Gear is poooooosssibllyyyy making an Android to wield the user in weapon mode.

Any possible Evolutions, Aliases, Support Gear, etc for that Soul Eater Quirk you made known as Unwielded?

I mean, for names, there are plenty of weapons from myth and history you could take inspiration from. You could even have a cute pairing of names with whomever the main wielder is.

"Unwielded" is a Quirk that's difficult to expand upon. Because it's an ability that's entirely based around having someone else and being close to them. A robot would be impractical at best, given how comparatively weak that technology is and how it misses the entire point of being bonded with someone. Training and evolving it would boil down to the other people using the weapon and getting a better understanding of the user, both of which would improve the Quirk's effectiveness. Maybe learning new techniques to open themselves up and endear themselves to others to make it easier to be wielded by people. However, one really cool way it could evolve to the point that the wielder is so in sync with the user that, and I'm talking Gentle and La Brava levels of close, they are able to express their Quirk through the weapon. This sounds nuts, but it'd act more like a Quirk combination then an augmentation or extending of the Quirk's abilities. Like if Kai had it, he wouldn't be able to overhaul objects with the weapon, but he would be able to mix materials with the weapon and use "Overhaul" on the weapon to shape and attack with it numerous different ways. Not an enhancement, but an expansion.