maijima higari | power loader

Iwatani Naofumi's future is changed by a single event. A single thing that pushes him beyond a brink he should not have come out from alive. And yet, he persists, holding in his misery as much as he can. Except, it's rather hard to do so when your despair makes you all the more powerful. ——Please be mindful of the tags and chapter warnings as they appear. Updated and more comprehensive summaries likely to be added on explicit chapters, per reader suggestion. To find out which chapters have the summaries, please look for an update with brackets in the Top Notes indicating the date the new CSs are added. Blanket permissions apply, with the caveat that I do not give permission for my works to be uploaded to AI for the purpose of sequels, continuations, remixes, or other narrative works, whether private or public.

An Imperial Dovahkiin has a series of increasingly gross encounters with various denizens of Skyrim. For the love of all that is good, read the tags. The kinks and warnings for each chapter are listed in their respective notes, so if you're into some of the tags but not all of them, you can always browse. Reviews of note:"The moment I opened this my internet failed, the fire alarm went off and my cat vomited on my new carpet. I read it anyway and now my eyes are bleeding onto my phone even as I type this. Thanks a lot, looking forward to the next one." -Reva"Nothing can convince me that reading this was a bad idea." -Phrailly"Well, you did it. I'm apparently cool with dragon incest (?) and spriggans and the rest, but you finally wrote a chapter I couldn't read." -mimosa-supernova"It's like an amalgamation of a grotesque horror story and delightful porno, with the complementary addition of genuinely funny and compelling characters." -SuperSecretAlias"This was... kind of adorable actually?" -Anon

"Everyone needs to bond with their armor some way or another. It's not technology, not a machine, the thing you meet in there is a living, breathing creature same as you are. But it's not human, and that you can never forget. The best wisdom we can give you is, remember that it's only trying to understand you. The easier you make that, the better the bond, and the sooner you'll be back on the training floor."

“Your son was said to be as beautiful as Brooklyn’s sweet apple blossoms,” Barnes said, and his lips lifted in another smile, then his eyes moved and Steve was startled by the intensity of his gaze. Barnes gave pause, long enough that Steve’s heartbeat picked up again. Then he spoke again. “But no blossom could compare,” he said. “Not even the most perfect of untouched flowers.” Steve felt his cheeks heat up; he blushed right to the roots of his hair, pulled back from his face by Wanda’s best braids. Barnes’s gaze somehow intensified even more as his gaze just shifted enough that Steve was sure he saw him blush that far. Barnes’s lip lifted at one corner by a hair. “I’ve never been gladder to have my expectations so far exceeded,” he concluded.

Robb Stark rescues Sansa from King's Landing after forming an uneasy alliance with Stannis Baratheon. Sansa is reunited with her brother whom she thought was dead, an action that changes the course of their lives forever. After returning to Winterfell safe under Robb's protection, Sansa's love for Robb develops into something more, pulled in by the strong mystical connection they have with their direwolves. The Young Wolf also gives in to the love for his sister, determined to keep The Red Wolf at his side at all costs. **** Contains Bestiality and Brother/Sister Incest. Go no further if this offends you or freaks you out. You have been duly warned.**** Everyone else.. enjoy! **** Also contains a VERY NSFW/Explicit Moodboard made for me by the ever talented sansafeels. All kinds of naughty with this one. ****

A torturer has one hour to get information out of a prisoner, but with such a tough customer, the best approach is an unorthodox one.

A gang of thieves decides to leave the safety of the city to loot an old shrine in the wilderness, but the great wilds are full of monsters, and some of them are human.

The battle always seems to begin when I lay down or when I stop. Depression. Exhaustion creeps into my limbs, feeling of worthlessness leeches my emotions into a numb state, tears that won’t fall sting my eyes, each breath more difficult to take than the last, cynical thoughts reverberate from my very being. Is any of this worth it? What is the point? In the end it won’t matter. Knowing what was coming I looked over to the square black Xbox sitting next to the T.V. Mass Effect TM Andromeda laid on top of it.Lightning scorched the sky and the room rumbled with its power. I stood with unsteady legs. Turn it on and play.