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[pure-oddity]

Fast foodies know the deal

Ghost x reader

(not proof read, this is just fluff straight from the source

Warnings: none, ovulation mention maybe? Its brought up a single time.)

The craving hits around 3 in the morning, it's ovulation week so the idea of not getting chicken nuggets from the drive through makes you want to cry.

You turn towards the sleeping lug beside you. He's on his back, breaths deep and even. Still as a grave but at your movement he takes the arm you had been using as a pillow to drag you further into his side.

Your Simon, took you forever just to get the man to admit he did more than tolerate you. even longer to admit he cared for you. It took you almost using his toothbrush to realize that the man might actually (gasp) like you. That one you didn't push, figured he'd come to terms with it on his own.

As you look at how peaceful he seems you try to fight the urge, you really do, but as you prop yourself up on your elbows and move closer to Simon's ear you resign to begging his forgiveness later.

"Simon, my baby? You sleeping?"

You wouldn't have known he was a awake had it not been for the lone eye opening to check on you

"Was, love. I was. Whats wrong, bad dream? Y' Can turn on the telly to that duck cartoon or the robots - won't bother me none." He rubs a comforting hand up and down your back, he's being so sweet you really do start to feel bad.

"I want chicken nuggets."

Silence.

Both eyes are open now.

The silence continues.

You smile sheepishly.

Wordlessly simon extracts his arm and turns so his back is to you.

"Nnooooooo! Simon pleeeaase. Pretty please? I want chicken nuggets so bad!"

"Go ahead. keys are on the rack, tanks full."

"Nooo you have to take me! come on baby please, for me?"

"My love. Sunshine. Light of my life. If you're hungry i made a perfecly good roast last night. Heat that up and let a man rest."

"I dont want a perfectly good roast! I want chicken nuggets. And a burger. And fries - oh maybe a shake?" You lean over him, hair purposely hung over into his face. He turns quickly and you're nose to nose

"So youre gonna have me get up at 3 fucking a.m. to get you a greasey, artey clogging, cholesterol raising gastrointestinal disaster of a meal - when we have a perfectly good home made dinner in the fridge."

"....please?"

Silence.

A deep suffering sigh.

An ecstatic squee

"Just get your fuckin shoes on"

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You lean back over into the passenger seat, simon grumpy faced as you insisted that you should be the one to order.

You pat your thighs in glee as he pulls up to the window, gives you a dirty look , and hands the cashier his card.

The second window delivers your meal and drink quickly, you dig in like a starved animal. You're mid chew when he gives a grunt. A snooty sounding eh hem.

You grin and giggle, slowly airplaning him a nugget.

"Give me the chicken or i'll take the whole box"

You squeak and shove it to his lips quickly. His jaws snap around the nugget and it's gone within a single bite - you retract your fingers, still intact but wet with spit.

You give an 'eeeech' and look for somewhere to wipe your hand.

"Any of this ends up in or on my interior and it'll be your arse."

You roll your eyes and reach in the bag for a napkin, knocking the fries over in the process.

Silence.

The car drifts slowly to the left and is parked along the side of the road.

Not a word spoken.

You try to shove as many back into the carton as possible.

He stares at you.

You smile sweetly at him before leaning over the center console and kissing him. You meet his lips, they're stretched into a dangerous grin.

"Love" kiss "did you" kiss "spill salt" kiss "in my truck?"

You might not know a lot, but you know that voice means you're in trouble, which means it's distraction time.

You continue your sweet onslaught of kisses.

"Thank you for taking me baby, I love you so much. ", another smooch

is delivered.

"Youre my person, my favorite guy, love of my life."

He bites at your lip and you barely manage to slip it from his teeth

"Wanna spend the rest of my life with you, grow old with you"

He grips the back of your head and maneuvers your ear to his mouth, in a deep rumble he asks

"Are there fries on my floor, love?"

The dangerous smile still present.

"No of course not baby! i cleaned those up."

"So my truck is fry free?"

"Well - no didn't say that. there's a, a few under the seat"

He's grappling you into his lap now, the man looks a hint deranged.

"And why, my love, are you telling me about them instead getting them?"

he presses.

"'Cause I - hehe - I can't reach!" You giggle out as his hands slink towards your sides.

He pokes and prods at you, growling not unlike a bear while you squeal and squeak out little laughs.

"Gets a man up at ass o'clock-"

"Oh please, you get up early anyway!"

"makes him drive to get congealed grease-"

"you had a nugget too!"

"Then trashes his truck."

"Oh please it's like a handful of fries, I'll get them, i'll get them!"

He frees you with a huff and you dive back over to your side of the car. You pop open your door and hop outside to get a better angle at the underside of the seat. He gets impatient as you fish around for the last few fries, giving a little hurrah as the last one is snatched.

Clambering back into the truck you grin at him, happy as can be. He hums a short laugh, and you're off to home again.

He makes a beeline for the bedroom and you trot over to the counter to finish your meal, most of it having been shared and eaten in the truck. You sit back a moment to enjoy the feeling of fullness when you see Simon emerge again.

"Bed. Now. Kept me up long enough" he's already on you before you can think of a reply, slung over his shoulder. He makes quick work of getting you both situated in your proper spots.

You're snuggled into his side for the night, full and content. He breathes in deep and exhales slowly. you draw nonsensical patterns on his bare chest, playing with the hair there. As sleep overtakes you, your palm flattens over the spot where his heart resides; and you feel him relax just a smidgen more.

[quatregats]

Something I've been thinking about is how Patrick O'Brian manages so skillfully to write characters whose actions contradict their beliefs, which I think is honestly a big part of why his characters feel so real. Mostly with Stephen and Jack—e.g., and perhaps most notably, Stephen has notably leftist sympathies (honestly I have no idea how to characterize his politics in period terms) who nonetheless becomes very comfortable with his rise to the landed gentry, while Jack is a card-carrying Tory who much of the time sympathizes far more with working class sailors and farmers than with the upper classes—but I'm sure he does it to a lesser degree with some of his minor characters (James Dillon, while perhaps not precisely minor, comes to mind), and I love that he's able to do that, especially the way in which he embeds it in the narrative. We see how they're all unreliable narrators of themselves; we understand how they want to be seen and how that does and doesn't coincide with the reality, but most importantly, this isn't presented as something reprehensible, just as a part of their own humanity. They are not their expectations for themselves, but they don't need to be those expectations to be beloved.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some fantasy traveler inventory details (like what they would carry in their bags), based on two of the recent costumes I did.. love finding random little scraps and items and putting them together lol

[scramblescribbles]

tsp doodles :] top two are of a noir au me n Surf were thinkin about, and then theatre au, and the last three are assorted stannarrator. i still don’t know how to draw kissing

[somnimagus]

"Lloyd, I... I hope I never have to say goodbye to you."

still constantly thinking about how important these two are to each other

[thebrideofreanimator]

so true !!!!!!

[elliewiltarwyn]

"you know my stance on all these cheesy, flouncy decorations and how the whole holiday's been hijacked for marketing ploys." "so you won't give me a kiss just because the day is so strongly encouraging it and you're a spiteful gremlin?" "i...didn't say that."

bonus:

"i mean, i am a spiteful gremlin, though." "i know. it has its moments."

[taisho-era-secrets]

Trial by Storm

**!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!**

Summary: After your request to be the wind pillar's tsuguko was denied by the pillar himself, you decided to confront Sanemi Shinazugawa in his own estate to get answers. Although you fully expected confrontation, this wasn't the type of fight you expected at all.

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x AFAB Reader CW: Aggressive/headstrong reader, confrontation throughout, teasing, penetrative sex, a lot of teasing, slight humiliation/degradation, light bondage, orgasm denial, clit torture(?), edging, public/ outdoor sex, nipple play, biting/marking, and did I mention teasing. Let me know if I missed anything.

AO3 Link

Sanemi does not curse in this. A personal challenge I gave to myself.

“You’re not even the strongest hashira, so it doesn’t matter.”

He froze, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy. You didn’t have to wait long to see his crazed eyes turn to you.

“What did you say?”

            This was all just too much fun. A while back, Sanemi Shinazugawa rejected your advances to become his tsuguko. He never stated why and although it irritated you to no end you were starting to find entertainment in becoming his daily little nightmare. Your next best option, Himejima, already rejected your interest in becoming his tsuguko. He stated that he had his hands full with Shinazugawa’s brother and that your lean towards wind breathing was something he would not have been prepared to train you to master- both were understandable reasons. Himejima was able to give you some words of encouragement in your moments of frustration, perhaps revealing too much about the human side of Sanemi than the wind pillar would have liked.

The stone hashira was right; Sanemi was much shyer than he let on. He would never admit it, but it was clear that he was retreating from you. There were some not so subtle signs here and there; Sanemi would 180 if he saw you coming towards him, he’d leave a room abruptly if you were there, and he’d avoid all eye contact with you if at all possible. And you were truly a terror by going out of your way to coax these behaviors out of him daily. You’d hoped that he would eventually snap under pressure and either agree to train you if you stopped your constant harassment or at the very least give you the reason for his initial refusal. But he never gave in no matter how hard you tried. This time you’ve cornered him in his own environment at the wind pillar’s personal training grounds in his estate with the intention of putting it to an end. You at least needed answers from him, but out of frustration you pulled one final move and let him have it.

Clearly what you had just said struck a nerve.

“I said,” with folded arms, you leaned back against the bamboo bundle, looking off to the side in casual irritation. “You’re not even the strongest hashira. It’s fine. I’ll find someone else to teach me since you’re being so strange about it all.”

The veins were becoming more visible on Sanemi’s forehead. If looks could kill… but it was too bad you were too determined on playing the game to see his rage. You were really good at selling the act of not caring and it just pissed him off even more. Sanemi had fully turned toward you now, his body language shifting into offense.

“You’ve got some nerve, brat.”

Ah, here it comes. You could hear him taking big strides towards you in an attempt to intimidate, but you still didn’t let up. It was getting tough not to crack a smile from the excitement, butterflies welled up in your stomach. A gust of wind and his hand had slammed right next to your face, cornering you in. “You wanna run that by me again? After all this effort, after all of this chasing you’ve been doing, after how annoying you’ve been… You’re going to say I’m not good enough? You have no idea how strong I really am.”

“Then why don’t you show me.”

You finally turned to meet his gaze, Sanemi’s eyes wide in astonishment at the audacity of your words. It wasn’t a challenge so much but a plea that finally seemed to get through to him. You could see the shock on his eyes slightly dissipate before he seemed to calm once more. He glanced off to the side, once again closing himself off.

“I don’t need this from you,” Dropping his arm, Sanemi had started to turn but panic took over as you reached out and grabbed at the opening of his uniform, tugging him back. You were done with him running, and as you yanked at him you had a realization in the back of your mind that as a hashira he could have easily dodged you. His eyes widened at your boldness, but nonetheless he didn’t push you away just yet. You had almost tugged his uniform clean off of his shoulder, exposing even more of his skin and scars to the air.

“Stop running from me!” His eyes focused like daggers on you. A second blast of air came as he countered your actions, knocking your hand off of him in one hit.

“I am not-” you barely had time to recoil as he snatched both of your wrists and pinned them against the bamboo above you, the crack of the bamboo bundle reverberated through the air. “running!”

Startled by the dangerous spark in the air, both of your kasugai crows had fled the scene, leaving an echo of their cries to follow in their absence. The silence brought a heaviness between you two as you stared each other down. You were left there alone to face Sanemi, those intense lilac eyes pinning you down just as hard as the wrists he held above your head. You kept your cool despite the imminent danger- at the very least you reminded yourself that it was against the rules to kill another member… He wouldn’t kill you, right?

But then… despite the clear tension between the two of you, your eyes involuntarily started to wander. His jaw line, his neck muscles, his chest, his abdomen… Years of brutal training and battle reflected all along his body that he made no effort in hiding. Of course you never denied that he was eye-catching but this… he had never been this close to you before. In that moment you realized something that brought a light flush to your face; you were practically nose to nose with him.

“…What are you looking at?” finally broke the silence and brought a cold rush to your limbs. Your eyes darted up to meet his instantly, expecting to be met with his anger once more but instead he seemed…

“Enjoying the view?”

You didn’t immediately try to push him off of you, in that moment you were more stunned at the look of amusement in his eyes. You felt his calloused hands shift positions, only one hand now firmly held you against the post while the other traced curiously down your arm, wrinkling your haori as it traveled. The way that he was moving his hand was as if he was testing the atmosphere between you two, his face changed from a look of amusement to one of cautious interest. In all honesty, you weren’t sure whether to shrink back or not but from years of training in the corps your mind had already calculated ways to escape if need be. Your eyes hinted at a gap left open next to Sanemi’s arm but-

His thumb and forefinger pinched your chin and turned your gaze back to him.

“Eyes on me,” the bass in his voice tore through you, even if it was barely above a whisper. His energy was consuming, eyes pierced through your own, every breath and movement you both made was amplified in your senses. Sanemi grinned in a predatory way, his canines bared as he spoke again. “You know better than to look away from me. Isn’t that the first thing you learned in training?” His single handed grip tightened slightly on your wrists. “Always keep focused on your opponent.”

Confused… wasn’t quite the right word for the emotion you were feeling at that moment, but you were definitely blindsided by everything he was saying and doing. No, you were much more than just confused. Opponent? Did he intend to spar with you now? Was this his way of testing you? No… this body language felt too different from what you were used to from him, something was off. There was an appetite in his eyes that you couldn’t quite figure out… but his touch wasn’t at all unwelcomed. It brought a sweetness in your heart that was unfamiliar. His hand let go of your chin finally and gently brushed down your neck before lightly cupping your shoulder. You didn’t break eye contact just yet, even as a shiver ran through your body. His free thumb gently massaged into your muscles, humming thoughtfully to himself as he went.

“How do you expect to be anyone’s tsuguko with this pathetic excuse for muscle?” he pointed out. “And to think you want to be mine… How cute.”

You didn’t care about whatever he just said, perhaps it was a false move on your part but you were starting to enjoy all of this despite the risky situation. He pressed up closer to you, bodies barely touching now. His hand drifted to the most sensitive part of your ribcage. You could feel his heat radiating off of his body and an unexpected light sugary scent hit your nose. You felt your body slack just a little, lidded eyes dared to wander again… and just as you started to wonder just how far down the scars went on his body… you noticed something that broke your curiosity abruptly. It took you a second to process it but the moment your eyes widened, his did too.

“Do… do you need help with that?” you felt the corners of your mouth twitch up. You didn’t mean to seem like you were making fun, in fact you didn’t even mean to notice it at all but… there was a swell in Sanemi’s uniform that you just couldn’t miss. There was no way…

“…were… you actually turned-”

“Don’t you dare say another word--!” Sanemi barked out.

He hastily let go of you, leaving you to rub your sore wrists. Although his stance was that of pure animalistic rage, you couldn’t see anything past that flushed face of his. You had never seen him like this in any situation, he was actually flustered and rightfully so. No one was going to believe this if you told them. How would you even begin to tell your comrades you saw Shinazugawa’s boner? Just the idea made even you not believe this situation. The absurd thought was broken when he started to speak.

“You need to leave,” he muttered out as he slipped off his haori, presumably to cover himself. He started to retreat once more, face flushed and eyes avoiding you.

“I’m not leaving,” you said sternly. “I’m going to become your tsuguko.”

You blindly reached out to pull him back once more, but this time Sanemi’s hand snatched your wrist mid way and deflected your touch. His energy had turned back into one of hostility and defense, clearly done with your constant pestering.

“You trainees… you never learned how to control yourselves,” he spat out.

“You’re one to talk! You can’t say that to me when you’re the one parading around a boner!”

“I am not para--!!” Sanemi cut himself off abruptly, canines bared and gritted. The veins protruding from his forehead started to soften as he calmed himself again. For a moment, he went deep in thought… closing his eyes softly before a grin brushed over his face. He finally glanced at you, tilting his head deviously, before speaking once more. “Fine, you wanna help me? Wanna be my tsuguko that badly, huh?”

For the first time ever in this whole quarrel, you felt real intimidation kick your heart into gear. He had a different look in his eyes this time but you didn’t have a moment to process it- with one sudden burst of wind and a swift movement from his leg, you had fallen on the ground with a thud, Sanemi towering over you with menacing eyes and an eager grin on his face.

“You down for a little challenge?” he growled as he threw his haori unceremoniously to the ground. The metal from his belt shined in the sunlight as he unbuckled it, slipping it off of his waist. Your eyes kept focused on him, watching his every move now with both interest and nervousness. You were no fool, but surely he couldn’t mean…

“Just what are you… proposing?” one brow raised curiously at him, keen on his answer.

“Nothing too intense, I promise,” though his expression said otherwise. He threw his hands up while holding his belt in one, trying to shrug off the hint of nervousness in your eyes. “In fact, it’ll be fun. You asked me earlier if I needed ‘help’ with this, right?”

He gripped at his hardness through his pants without any sense of shame, the muffled shock on your face made him cackle. There’s no way- but even as you tried to keep your cool in front of him you struggled against your libido consuming your thoughts.

 “How about this,” he licked his lips. “A little battle of wills, yeah? Let’s see how long you last without breaking down and begging. If you win I’ll accept you as my tsuguko… and if I win, you leave me alone for good.”

Without warning, his foot kicked up your uniform skirt. He crouched down to your level and gave you another puppy dog tilt.

“Only if you’re up for it, of course,” he snickered. “What do you say?”

You bit your bottom lip and looked away from him, heart racing. So he did mean… He said it wouldn’t be too intense… but you know him all too well at this point. There’s no way this would be boring with Sanemi. Sure, you knew you could easily decline and leave the estate to fight again another day… but at the same time you were feeling that excitement. Your answer to this was a no brainer. Lust was making it hard for you to even consider declining him and in all honesty…

This did sound like fun.

“I’m up for anything you can throw at me, Shinazugawa,” grinning back at him, you reached down to take your underwear off- only to be stopped in a split second by his vice grip.

“Not so fast,” he crawled over you, backing you up against the bamboo once more and trapping you in. Gathering both of your wrists, he pinned them against the pole just as he did before. “I can’t have you cheating.”

He snatched up his belt and made quick use of it. The leather belt restrained your wrists to the training post, tugging on them you knew it would take a moment of struggling to really set yourself free. A moment of struggling or a helping hand from the man in front of you. He seemed truly dedicated to this so-called challenge of his.

Years of training couldn’t have prepared you for what you saw next. With his eyes locked on yours, Sanemi unbuttoned the rest of his uniform and slid his pants and fundoshi down to free himself. You took a moment to admire just what was presented before you; a white patch of hair, a thick vein running down, and a pink tip already complemented with a bead of precum leaking out. His size and girth was also impressive, you twitched at the thought of him buried deep in you.

“Tch, no need to gawk,” he hooked onto your panties with his index finger and slid them off. You could feel your growing wetness now that you were exposed to the spring air. Such a hypocrite, you watched him take a moment to hungrily look at you just the same as you did to him earlier.

Slowly, so slowly, he traced one hand down your leg and stopped at your folds, that confident smile still on his face. He spread you apart, massaging your lips with his middle and forefinger. An electric shock went from the base of your tailbone to your neck as he started to circle your swollen bud with the lightest touch. Struggling against the belt and doing everything in your power to keep your voice down, you started to wonder if you had bitten off more than you could chew in this deal. It was so much already and he had barely begun. If you weren’t so focused on his fingers at that moment, you could have sworn you heard him swallow saliva down impatiently.

“I was considering licking you up a bit to get you ready,” he breathed out, face painted the prettiest shade of pink. “But just look at you. I can’t believe you had the nerve to make fun of me when you’re already like this.”

He backed off from his previous task, tracing his fingernails teasingly up your legs. A quiver sparked in your core and bumps ran across your body, you felt your nipples perk up at his delicate touch and soft, a wispy moan escaped from your lips. His attention turned upward to your chest, eyeing the part of your body that was begging to be freed. Disregarding everything else, Sanemi started popping each one of your buttons off one by one while you squirmed.

“You’re really going to go this slow the whole time?” you whined, hoping to get him angry and moving quicker.

“I can go even slower if you keep being this bratty,” he pinched both of your freed nipples harshly as punishment, you felt the gravel below you gather as your back arched against his cruel hands. Blinking your tears away, you looked up to him as his shadow casted down on you. That look in his eyes held more hunger than you’d ever seen in another being.

One hand had steady control at the base of his cock, the other gripped for dear life to your hip as if it was the only thing keeping him conscious in the moment. An intense craving overtook you just from watching him fixate on your lower half, breathing erratic and eyes unhinged. You didn’t expect yourself to ache just from the desire this much, but just to add onto that he started smearing his precum on your clit in circles, making you throw your head back and bite your bottom lip to silence yourself.

With a shaky breath he mustered out, “You want to see my strength so badly? You just watch. You won’t last ten minutes without breaking down and begging for me.”

A sudden realization came to you as the singing of nearby birds fell on your ears, breaking your absorption for a split second. Embarrassingly late, you had almost forgotten where you two were.

“W-wait, you’re really going to do this here? What if someone walks up on us?” Your eyes shifted away. “That wouldn’t be very dignified for a pillar.”

“I don’t see a problem,” he allowed his heat to lay snuggly onto your folds and let his hips rock back and forth against you, the sounds it made emphasizing just how soaked you were. “And by the feel of it, that thought seems to get you going.” To accentuate his point further, he lifted off briefly and glided his tip across your slit with a quick motion, chuckling past his demeaning grin as your juices overflowed and left a sticky string connecting you two.

“Well, well. Let me know if it’s too much for you. I’ll give you what you need, I promise,” a startled gasp fell out of you as he grabbed both of your knees and force them up close to your head, exposing you entirely. The tip of his cock just barely prodded at your entrance before he pulled away and returned to his torment. “What kind of superior would I be if I didn’t tend to my subordinates?”

He started to rock back and forth on you, the carnal need your felt was almost painful. You could feel his veins run against you with each stroke he gave, causing your walls to clench around nothing. The way that his head just barely brushed up against your sensitive clit each time he thrusted was surely going to drive you mad at this rate. Your only weapon in this fight was your words.

“So what, you’re just going to keep doing this?” you breathed out, trying to keep your lust at bay. “Doesn’t seem like much fun.”

He scoffed at this, but past his glazed eyes you could make out that he was starting to struggle too. He lowered his body down, spreading your legs even more and testing your flexibility. You felt his lips on the base of your neck… at first you thought it was an attempt to hide his face. What caught you off guard was how that hot tongue licked all the way up to your ear, you felt his teeth threateningly trace along your lobe as you trembled and gasped. His breath blew against your ear and overwhelmed your senses for a brief second.

“I’ll show you ‘fun.’”

He hooked your legs around his arms, one hand massaging your breast tenderly and just as you were about to call his bluff-

“Shinazugawa-!!”

You felt his free hand reach down and pinch your clit roughly, his teeth clamped on your neck, biting and sucking at the tempting skin before him. Your writhing was enough motivation for him to continue his trail of marking all over your shoulders and chest. The way he toyed with you was too intense, if he didn’t have such a tight grip on your legs you would have fought out of his hold. You could feel his cock twitch against your entrance as you bit back your cries. Mercifully, you felt Sanemi let go of your abused clit and he backed off from marking you. You weren’t sure what expression he was making, your eyes were shut tight as you tried to recover but you could still hear his shaky breaths.

You had gathered yourself just in time to see him chewing on his lower lip as he went back to grinding against you. One eye had shut from the bliss, his hips shook, his self-restraint was obviously dangling on a thin thread. He rearranged his hold on you, now grasping at the back of your knees to keep you open for him as his stare focused on your sex. You were just about to call out his name to bring him back down, but the words were lost when you felt his thick tip prod at your entrance and press ever so slowly through you. Even if it was just the head, your body still clenched around him, finally getting the fill it wanted. You watched as his eyes fluttered and rolled back, lips wet from his salivation. Benefitting from Sanemi’s struggle, you decided to keep quiet and push your luck by bucking your hips gently against him, teasing whatever flesh you had inside you already. Both eyes closed as he let his mouth hang open in a silent response.

With eyes shut tight and brows furrowed, his weight shifted and his body gradually started to engulf you. His face told you he was desperately fighting against himself and just as you were starting to admire that cute expression he was making, his cock brushed right up against a sweet spot making you clench around him with a gasp. Broken, his eyes snapped open as he sunk in. He lost the battle against his urges, plunging deep inside and filling you completely. You were both breathing heavily, Sanemi buried his face into your shoulder while he collected himself.

“…Was that it?” you mocked with a whisper.

“Shut up!!”

He pulled out abruptly and slammed back in, forcing out a cry from your parted lips.

“Know your place, you forget who’s still in charge here.” To emphasize his point, he ground up harshly into you making your legs jolt reflexively.

He held onto the back of your knees more like reigns now, sensually rolling his hips upward into you as you got used to that stretch. His lust-blind eyes fixated on where his cock disappeared into you, scarred chest puffed out as he breathed. He didn’t start fully start thrusting into you yet,  he seemed to be savoring the feel of you. There was a hint of irritation in his face from your comment but it was buried in the look of pure bliss. Losing himself in the feeling, he let his head fall backward for a moment to drink you all in. Then it happened- he pulled out and aimed upward just right into you- a chocked sob escaped as your toes curled. He ruthlessly did it over and over again, his head still thrown back and ignoring your sounds.

Still trying to collect yourself from the assault on your sweet spot from inside, you felt a hand let go of one of your legs. With his head still lulled back, you jumped from the soft brush of his middle finger circling your bud once again- a light touch just enough to keep you aching for more. You could feel yourself swallowing him down. Unable to hold yourself back, you pinched your eyes closed to try and fight back tears. You could feel it- that build up, that sweetness- You couldn’t possibly conceal the way your belly contracted nor the way your nipples perked from the shivers from the incoming bliss. You could feel yourself clench around him with each plunge he took- each inch he pushed into you rapidly- you were starting to lose focus on everything else, your mind rushed-

“Ah ah,” Sanemi’s mocking voice broke through your hazy thoughts just as he jerked out of you with a wet pop. Throwing your head to the side, you bit your lower lip to muffle a disappointed whine. You side eyed him with furrowed brows as he laughed at your reaction. “Well? Ready to give up?” You absolutely hated that stupid smile in that moment.

You straightened your attention and didn’t give him the honor of a response. Snickering at your lack of reply, Sanemi rubbed his cock against your drooling entrance while watching for your reaction. He waited until you caught your breath, until your orgasm was out of sight again, and then once more slowly pushed back into you for another round. Slow, shallow thrusts beat back into you as his glazed eyes watched you. You tried not to look desperate but you couldn’t help it when those sobs fell from you. His pace quickened once again from the sight and sound of you holding back.

“Just… just ask nicely,” he gasped out between hard thrusts. “I’ll give you what you want.”

You couldn’t allow yourself to answer him verbally, too afraid that you would betray yourself and beg for more. You weren’t about to lose. You sucked on your lower lip to distract yourself, shaking your head as steadily as you possibly could.

“So stubborn…”

He hooked his arms around your legs again, calloused hands reached down to kneaded at your perked breasts. You couldn’t distract yourself from all of this no matter how hard you tried. Juices poured down your sides, tickling your sensitive skin as it went. That same nectar stuck to his lower stomach and trickled down off his balls, a cold feeling kissed your skin with each contact. You would never admit defeat, but the way he was stirring you up perfectly inside was unfair. At this point you gave in to whatever he wanted to do to you without struggling or pushing your limits, there was a benefit to it after all. You were losing focus again, he was rewarding you over and over again by brushing up against your sweet spot just right. Shattered breaths fell from your lips and your eyes watered from the overwhelming pleasure. Surely you were becoming delirious because you suddenly felt his lips brush against yours…

Completely against himself, his lips brushed up against you once more before consuming you entirely while still keeping his tempo. The feeling of his mouth against yours tasted so sweet, even better when his tongue licked against you for permission. He backed away enough to look you in the eyes, his own heavy and pleading silently. Mustering up the rest of your strength, you leaned forward awkwardly into his kiss, his groan poured into you, your intoxicated tongues intertwining before separating.

He started to shake again, his movements became frenzied against his will, past your panting whimpers you could have sworn you heard him rasp out, “…I can’t…”

He had loosened his grip just enough for you to slide your legs free and wrap them around his waist. It was a miracle you didn’t break down right then and there from how deep he was going in, but you were too succumbed by the exhaustion to make anything coherent come out of your mouth. His hands planted themselves on both sides of your face, his back bowed as he ground up into your heat faster. That release was starting to build up again, this time you could feel his building up just as fast. You could feel the sensation of him twitching inside you with every other plunge, you silently prayed he would allow you to release this time.

Foreheads pressed together, damp white hair clung to your brow, both of you gave in to one another. Mind was foggy, nothing else in the world mattered, you could feel your heartbeat in your throat when you felt him slide his damp hands up and unhook the belt inelegantly. Finally freed, hands were thrown around him and clawing at his back as you felt that sweet wave seize your entire being. Legs shook and toes curled as you buried your face into his shoulder to drown out your scream. Your walls swallowed him down as he continued bucking into you, letting you ride out your high.

Moving your forehead to his shoulder, you could see his abdomen twitching past your blurred vision. Behind you, his nails clawed at the bamboo franticly as he choked out a hoarse moan. It was an odd feeling, his release flowing in you, but the sensation just made your ecstasy more intense as you started to come down from your orgasm. A gasping mess peppered with shudders… you let the warmth of it all envelope you. You cared about nothing else in that moment.

“…Oi, wake up,” the rumble of his voice made you perk up just enough.

You were still relishing in that afterglow as you opened your eyes to look at him. Although he was faced towards you, his eyes were glaring away off to the side with an aching look. You shuddered as he gently pulled out of you, his cum leaking onto the earth below you as he went. Wide eyes darting to his work, Sanemi went just a shade more red than before. You were too tired to make fun of him as you watched him cover his blush with one hand.

“…On your feet,” he straightened himself out again as he started to button up your uniform for you. “We need to get you cleaned up.”

“Cleaned?” you groaned out. Your throat was too dry now, agonizing to speak. You didn’t want to speak let alone move.

“Yeah,” Sanemi rolled his eyes. “I can’t have my tsuguko looking like a hot mess.”

[crowcryptid]

Can you believe it guys?

Violence, just a week away! Violence is in a week!

Woo-hoo! I am so happy about this information.

Violence, just a week away. Oh, wow! Can you believe it? Violence, just in a week! It got here so fast.

Violence, just a-

[liquidstar]

ok based on what im seeing from cohost it actually seems like the best alternative if you actually wanna be able to make whatever kinda posts you want. so like for my purposes it HYPOTHETICALLY works best. its also pretty similar to tumblr in terms of layout though im not a huge fan of the design of the site? hopefully i can customize it more though- theres a waiting period of about a day or two before i can really post or do anything so i really cant say 100% if im on board

but if tumblr went down i might try to use cohost for my oc stuff, and honestly i would like it if enough ppl used it so that i could just stay on there, but if i have to use twitter to keep in touch w ppl so be it. i really hate how public twitter feels though, i like it better on smaller sites like here and, well, hypothetically cohost, where it doesnt feel like i could be subject to the public eye at any point.

so yeah ill tell you all how good or bad it is once the waiting period is over and hopefully if its good enough for me and maybe some of you we can make accs to move to, if the time ever comes. but for now im happy with my stuff here and i hope i can keep it here. if you already have one my username there is the same, tho obvs its empty. anyway im going to watch k on

[hey-scully-itsme]

according to my notes it is one year to the day since i started reading the aubrey-maturin books

[zymstarz]

I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT

[catgirlbulge]

Y'know, I do think there's a pretty solid case for those who are openly inviting/inciting/furthering the ongoing ethnic cleansing in Palestine being tried for incitement to genocide (not that this'll happen, but in a just world it probably should)

Like, pretty much every country on earth is a party to/signatory of the Genocide Convention of 1948 (incl. the US, UK, Israel, and Palestine), which explicitly lays out incitement to to genocide as a crime, including when it's done within the mass media.

All I'm saying is that in my opinion, a LOT of people have been doing the textbook examples of this crime (dehumanization, lionizing past violence, predictions, justification, accusations in a mirror, euphemism, and target-sympathizer conflation) and that should be pointed out!

[gfanz4ever]

Distance model Beebs, my beloved.

Bonus Shrike minis:

[beepborpdoodledorp]

updated SB character tier list