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[ilikethisnamebutter]

Golf bald

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 - "WHAT ARE THEIR FAVORITE POSITIONS?"

CHARACTERS: TOMAS VRBADA, JOHNNY CAGE, SHANG TSUNG, KENSHI, BI-HAN, KUAI LIANG.

TW: smut/nsfw headcanons, afab reader, male and female pronouns used in pet names, porn plot only

A/N: I'm so gay for all the men in MK, sorry everyone for all the horny posts, I really need to write this. Do you want to make a request? Read my blog rules in the pinned post.

✧ TOMAS VRBADA ✧

COWGIRL : My big guy loves seeing you in control, of all sexual positions, he loves this one. Seeing you jumping on his dick, without a condom - preferably - with sweaty skin, your hips bumping into his groin, the sight of his dick disappearing into your tight pussy, is a dream for Tomas, it's his paradise. He also loves fucking you like this because he can tease your clitoris with his two fingers, massaging it regularly every time you sit on his dick like a little slut desperate for him. Tomas will praise you so much for doing a good job, making you feel like the most beautiful person in the whole world while taking his dick inside your pussy. "-Yes my little angel, you're so beautiful, you know that? Taking my dick in that tight and delicious pussy, I could fuck you for hours, please continue, make me cum, I'll give you every drop... Fill you up completely , Fuck... I'm going to cum with you so beautiful riding my dick, you're my prince/princess, you know that? I love you so much." Tomas will be vocal, but in his own way, with praise for your body, as you cum he will finally feel at peace, so he can cum too, he asks you where you want it before cumming - please let him cum inside , he will be the happiest man in the world when he takes his dick out of your pussy and sees his cum dripping out of you -

✧ JOHNNY CAGE ✧

MISSIONARY: He loves this position because he can see you beneath him, breasts bouncing, pussy drooling all over his cock, grabbing your waist, squeezing your neck, fucking you like you were his first and last meal, seeing your face contort with each thrust as rough as he gives, the way his crotch hits your clitoris while you moan like a desperate little whore, calling him "Daddy Johnny" or when you tell him to go faster, praising the size of his dick, he's going to kiss you and praise you, degrading you at the same time. "-Yes you are so good for me baby, taking my cock in that beautiful, hungry pussy, a professional slut of my own, my private little slut." Cage wants to fill you with cum, make a creampie in your pussy and see the rise in your uterus afterwards - he is extremely vocal, get ready for complaints from the neighbors because of Johnny -

✧ SHANG TSUNG ✧

Doggy Style: Shang is a sadistic man with god syndrome, if you're with him you'll need to deal with this, even during sex, with him demanding your submission, that's why he loves this position, seeing you with your ass up, your dick of him sliding into your pussy slowly as he spreads the edges of your soft, delicate flesh even further, teasing your clitoris as he cruelly holds your waist, until his fingertips are white, and your flesh bruised and marked by him, he will spank your ass and fuck your pussy as hard as he is at the moment, or torture you by going slowly, making you beg and salivate between wild kisses for him to go quickly, he will call you "good pet" and speed up, while you take one of your hands to your belly, to feel his own cock coming and going inside you. Shang will cum all over your ass and back, making little patterns with his fingers as the cum spills onto your skin.

✧ KENSHI ✧

The duo: He loves hearing your moans of pleasure, so with this position you can both feel pleasure! He grabs your thighs to help you open them even more. Kenshi slowly inserts his dick into you, on purpose, he likes to tease you by saying: "-You're such an impatient boy/girl, I'm going to fuck your lovely pussy my love, take it easy" - with a slutty smile on his side, as he finally pushes the base of his dick entirely into your hot hole, he will moan and growl a little, teasing you again for being so loud, as he drives his dick even deeper, lifting your body and hips slightly with each thrust of his, he will hold and squeeze your thighs, while smiling between moans, he is a damn provocateur, deal with it - Takahashi will cum outside, painting your pussy with his semen -

✧ BI HAN ✧

Face-Off : Bi Han is a rude man to everyone, but that doesn't apply to you - sometimes - he likes to be in control, but he also wants you to feel pleasure with him, he wants to feel your perfume, your body on his, your reactions of pleasure, he wants you to enjoy with him, for him, and for him. In this position he can do all this, watching his dick disappear into your pussy, while his hands squeeze your waist, ass, breasts - if you have them - while he moves his hips with you, wanting his dick to fill your entire hole tight, he's not very vocal, but you can hear some grunts of pleasure from him, while holding onto his muscular body, he bites you on the neck too, marking you as his and his only, while he grabs your face, forcing you to look on his face as he cums, he wants to see what he can do to you, the control he has over your body, he cums inside, outside or anywhere he wants.

✧ KUAI LIANG ✧

69 : This man loves giving you pleasure, and having pleasure with you too, so he combines the useful with the pleasant. Kuai loves the taste of your pussy in his mouth, he is extremely skilled with his tongue, sucking and licking your clit while you suck his cock with difficulty, because of him, the damn scorpion is a professional pussy sucker, so it's difficult suck his dick without moaning or rubbing your hips against his mouth to have more contact with his tongue, and he does it on purpose, he loves to see you lose control, not even your ass is safe, he will suck both holes, taking turns between pussy and your ass, making you moan his name loudly and he will just smile, stopping the work on your body for a bit "-Don't stop sucking my dick, be my good boy/girl. Just keep doing what you're doing good job, I'll take care of your beautiful little holes here, okay?" Liang said this with the biggest smug smile you've ever seen, sticking one of his fingers in your back hole while he went back to sucking your pussy. He's going to make you cum before he does, while you trembled in his mouth, you sucked his member, making Liang cum in your mouth - he's going to make you swallow it all, so be a good boy/girl for him -

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[recklesssturniolo]

Lucky - M.S

dom!Matt, reader tries to get his attention after an argument, small use of a toy, some degrading

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Silence filled the room at Matt and I both laid on my bed post argument over something so stupid I couldn’t even remember what it was about after all the yelling.

I glance over at Matt, his hair messy after the countless times he ran his fingers through it, his sweatpants low on his waist and his phone in his hand as he seemed to mindlessly scroll. He looked good. Of course he did but frustrated Matt also fucked different - harder.

I slowly move my hand and play with his waistband, noticing his eyebrows furrow as I did. Moving my hand to his groin, I was barely able to palm him before he grabbed my hand and shoved it away.

“Piss off. I’m not rewarding you after that bullshit” He mumbled.

“Come on Matty” I replied.

I watch him roll his eyes before putting his attention back onto his phone. I let out a sigh before saying, “Fine I’ll do it myself then” before quickly leaning over Matt and opening my bedside drawer, grabbing my vibrator.

I bite my lip to stop a smirk from forming, Matt didn’t know I’d recently bought this and not knowing his reaction to it excited me. I lay back down and lift my hips up, sliding my pants down and taking them off.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked.

“Taking care of it, don’t worry about it” I replied back.

His eyes don’t move off of me as I turn the vibrator on, a quiet gasp falling from my mouth as I connect it to my clit. I lean my head back as I begin moving it up and down myself, low moans being let out while I did.

I hear Matt moving around, but ignore it and continue with what I was doing, but before I could wrap my head around it, my hips were pulled downwards on the bed. My eyes shoot open and find my now between my thighs, his eyes filled with lust as his mouth was teasingly close to my pussy.

“Such a fucking brat. Did you really think I’d just lay there while you use that to get off?” He growled.

“I mean I guess?” I said, the sentence unintentionally forming as a question.

My eyes widen as Matt chooses to rip off my panties versus telling me to take them off. Slight annoyance washing over me as the realization set in.

“Don’t even think about complaining. I’ll fucking buy you another pair” He says.

I nod in response, now too focused on his warm breath hitting my pussy each time he exhaled. The tension building in my stomach as I waited for his next move. His eyes connect with mine momentarily before he speaks.

“So wet over a fucking toy, how pathetic” He comments.

“Matt please” I groan, my pussy throbbing more with anticipation the longer he made me wait.

“Words. Use your words. Please what” He responds.

“Your mouth, just use your mouth I need you” I whine.

“Such a whore, so easy to make you beg” He smirks.

My eyes roll back into my head as his tongue flattens against my pussy, his attempt to taste as much as possible. He swipes his tongue up and down my folds as my hands tug at his hair.

“So good Matty” I whimper.

“Lucky you taste so good” He mumbles from between my thighs.

My hips buckle slightly as I feel his fingers trace around my entrance, his tongue not stopping as he did. I whimper as he pushes two fingers into me, not starting with one as he usually did.

“Take it like the fucking whore you are” He demands. A shiver running through my body as I felt him slightly curl his fingers inside of me.

His fingers being slamming in and out of me as he moves his mouth to my clit, his tongue flicking it.

“I - holy fuck” I moan. The knot in my stomach growing with each passing moment.

As Matt continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me, my moans become louder, my climax quickly approaching as he began sucking on my clit.

“Matty I’m gonna come” I whine.

Regret consumes me as I feel him pull away, his fingers coming to an immediate stop, my eyebrows furrowing.

“Think you’re gonna act like that much of a fucking brat and get your way so easily? Not a chance” He growls.

“But -” I begin before he cuts me off.

“Flip over” He demands.

I do as he says, rolling onto my stomach, my ass in the air as I arch my back. I listen as he removes his sweat pants before his hand grabs my wrists and holding my hands behind my back.

I feel him align himself with my entrance, pushing only his tip in before pulling himself out and repeating the motion multiple times.

“Stop teasing, please just fuck me” I whine, wanting to feel him fully inside of me.

“No fucking patience” He says.

I whimper as he thrusts himself inside of me, not giving me time to stretch out and his pace already fast.

“Take it like the whore you are. We both know you can” He groans.

“I - yes” I reply back.

His grip on my wrists disappears as he moves his hands to my hips, grabbing them and slamming himself into me. Tears form in my eyes as he repeatedly hits my g-spot, my hands gripping the sheets in a desperate attempt for stability.

“Can that pathetic toy make you feel this good? Huh?” He questions.

“No, god no Matt” I whimper.

“That’s what I thought” He growls.

The familiar feeling of a knot in my stomach returns as Matt continues slamming into me.

I hear a low laugh leave Matt’s mouth before he speaks, “Can feel you clenching around me. I’m not done with you yet”

“Please Matt let me come” I whimper, a tear falling from my eye as the knot in my stomach begs to be released.

“Act like a brat, get fucked like a brat” He responds, a smirk undoubtedly on his face.

I moan out in response, his hand now moved so he could rub fingers over my clit. My legs begin to shake as the amount of pleasure I was feeling only rises. Matt’s one hand gripping so tightly on my waist it was undoubtedly going to bruise.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Don’t even think about finishing yet, understood?” He says.

“Matt I - okay” I sigh, knowing the more I listened the sooner I’d get my way.

“Good girl” He groans.

His thrusts grow slightly sloppy as I feel him release inside of me. His groans now louder, his head undoubtedly thrown back as pleasure washed over him.

“Fuck sakes, let go. I want you clenching around me while I come” He mumbles.

Taking a second to register how he just gave in so easily, I focus my attention back onto the sensations throughout my body. My legs now trembling as I reached my high and let myself come.

“Matt oh my god” I whimper, tears now falling down my face as my body is taken over by the pleasure now pulsing through me. Matt’s hands being the only thing keeping my waist in the air as my legs attempted to give out, and his movements began to slow.

“Yeah there you go, feel so good clenching around me god” Matt groans, his high surely almost gone but still sensitive enough to feel as I hit mine and throbbed around him,

Matt pushes himself into me a few more times, hitting my walls before he fully pulled out. His hands lowering my waist down to the bed as he did.

Our heavy breathing now fills the room, I roll over, now looking to the ceiling as Matt lays beside me catching his own breath.

“You’re lucky I gave in like that, I should’ve made you wait longer” He says, connecting his eyes with mine.

“I know” I smirk back, satisfied I got my way.

His hand moves to my cheek, his thumb swiping away the remaining tears on it.

“You think you won now, but I won’t be so forgiving next time”

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[k-n0-x]

“First Time?” Nsfw Lucifer x Fem! Reader drabble

A/N: Hey everyone! Just a small nsfw post of lucifer x reader, I just wanted to have a quick break from ‘Something Stupid’ though dw, I’m still working on it! Just a quick snack for you all.

Enjoy <3

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“Darling, are you 100 percent sure if you want to do this?” Lucifer faces in front of you, his lean torso shining in the moonlight rays that graces your mutual bedroom. 

You and the King of Hell have been courting each other for almost a year, and you love each other dearly. 

Sex wasn’t a top priority (or a priority) in your relationship , though you guys talked about it recently and now you feel like you are ready to take your relationship to the next level.

“I’m sure. I really want you to be my first,” 

“First time, eh? Well don’t worry, I’ll guide you all the way. And also, remember, if you want to stop, just tell me, no questions asked,” Lucifer puts his hands on either side of your face.

“Of course,” you lean in to kiss him and sit in his lap. He deepens the embrace as his hands run across your bare back, earning a shudder from you. 

“Ah- Fuck,” Lucifer moans in between breaths, and under you, you feel a certain thing erect from under you.Seems like you have a little guest to attend to.

 You teasingly grind against Lucifer’s hard cock.

“Ah- angel, oh god, ugh,” Lucifer’s pleas for more are shown through breathless words.

You gently shush your partner, and guide yourself to his pants. 

“May, I?” You circle your fingers near his groin, getting him to moan again.

“Oh yes, please do,” he grabs the nape of your neck while pulling down his pants.

His already hard cock is seeping with pre cum, glistening the angry red tip. 

You slowly get on, whimpering at the feeling of your clit adjusting to his dick. 

“That’s it, take your time darling~” Lucifer holds your hand encouragingly.

As you get used to it, you take a deep breath, slicked with sweat.

Lucifer kisses you again once more, moving himself with you, in rhythm, almost as one.

“Ahh~ Lucifer, hng-” your breathless pants fill the room with each hump, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“My sweet girl,” Lucifer kisses and bites your neck, leaving marks in the most visible places.

Your legs buckle and shake under all the rigorous motion. It was addicting; and so wonderful.

You look down at your king with a lustful gaze. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, disheveling it in the process.

“Ugh Luci~”  you whine, kissing him on the forehead, still swaying your hips on his cock.

Similar words of the sort were screamed by you, which was music to Lucifer’s ears.

Now, it’s so easy, like keys to a whole, your wet folds contracting and relaxing in a clockwork-like motion. 

“Oh, sweetheart, you look so beautiful,” Lucifer hungrily kisses you once more, his cock pumping in and out of you.

“Hh, darling, I’m about to-” Sweating, King Lucifer was about to reach his climax, though he is still relentless with derailing you, sounds of your moans and slaps of skin on skin together in tune.

“Hng- Luci, I think I’m also gonna~” Before you could finish your sentence, it was overrode by an orgasm that hits you like a wave, arching your back like a spider.

You both breathe heavily.

“That was-”

“Phenomenal,” Lucifer finishes and gives you a peck on the cheek.

“I hope you had a lovely first time. Hopefully this won’t be the last time I make you scream my name~” 

“Oh shut up,”

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[flowery-mess]

Ooh can i request a hc of what kind of Lingerie the Bad Omens crew would like you to wear if you feel like it?

warnings: smut, 18+ under the cut, taking pictures/videos of reader during sexual activities, masturbation, slight dom!reader, let me know if anything else should be mentioned

‼️real person fiction under the cut

Matt

Our plant boy loves to see you in this cute flower lingerie. He enjoys scrolling through lingerie eshops while they're going to another city on a bus and he's bored. He doesn't tell you, but he orders you few new sets, because he knows you'll know what do you when the package arrives at your house. You get all dressed up in the new set he bought you, do your makeup and hair all pretty just for him. First you take few pictures in mirror, then on bed and then you put your phone in the ceiling holder so that when you hit record and lay down, everything is seen. You make sure to hold eye contact with the camera, you start with running your hands over your whole body, teasing yourself. When your hand reaches your core, you're so done for. Your other hand takes your right breast out of the bra cup and starts playing with your nipple, your eyes slightly closed and your mouth slips "Matt" or "like this" moan every few seconds. Slowly you feel the orgasm building in your lower belly and when it takes over you, you throw your head back while trying to catch your breath. After you come down from your high, you set your eyes back on the phone and bring your fingers to your mouth. Your eyes tell Matt "wish you were here" over the screen until you're sure you cleaned your fingers. New lingerie package arrives exactly two days after Matt sees the video.

Noah

Noah loves red on you. Clothes, lipstick, but especially lingerie. He loves it that much he never takes it of off you. Panties? Just slides them to the side or buys the ones that have hole in them. Bra? No problem, takes your boobs out or buys you the one that has only the edges. He tells you compliments every few seconds. "Such a pretty girl, only for my eyes." or "Look how pretty you look." when he fucks you from behind and holds you up so your back is against his chest. You're facing the mirror next to your bed and he has your jaw in his big hand to make sure you're watching. Noah also loves taking pictures or videos of you, consentually of course. Especially when you're on your back and your legs are around his neck, he points the camera first at your face and chest, to see your boobs bounce and your fucked out face, then he moves it lower to where his finger is playing with your clit and where he's going in and out of you, so he has something to watch when he's away.

Folio

I get submissive vibes from Folio, so his favorite is when you wear leather black lingerie with harness and heels. He loves laying down on your shared bed, his hands tied to the corners and you on top him. You'd sit on his groin, teasing him with some dry humping first. Maybe lean back on his legs and play with yourself making him watch with lust and desire in his eyes. Then you'd slowly strip him down from his underwear, not wasting any time and sliding down on his shaft. Folio would throw his head back in bliss, moving his hips up to get more from you. You'd dig your nails in his chest to get stable and start moving, enjoying Folio's eyes looking at your face, your body, the place where you're connected or when he can't keep them open. But it's not that easy with you, you don't give him the satisfaction too easily. But he doesn't mind, he has smirk on his face the whole time, enjoying your dominance until that smirk is replaced with open mouth full of moans when you give him what he wants.

Nick

Nick loves you in cute pink girly lingerie. He's a romantic, he's gentle and he treats you like a princess. Nick worships your body slowly, kissing you everywhere, taking his time with you. When he takes it off, he first takes one strap off your arm and kisses your shoulder, then slowly drags it down and exposes your breast, then makes sure to kiss your skin there too. When he's taking off your panties, he's extremely slow, because he wants to see you pout and hear your desperate "please Nick". He takes his time with kissing your tummy and thighs before he finally dives his head where you want him the most. When it comes to fucking you, he wants missionary, because he can be close to you, see your every reaction to his actions and he can kiss you every now and then. He likes to gently bite your neck or boobs, just to hear your breathing become uneven. He takes your time with you, especially before he has to leave for tour.

Jolly

Jolly = husband material, so he loves to see you in white. Before or after he makes you his wife. It makes you look innocent and pure. But it also gets him going, so he has to buy you new set every few weeks. When he sees you walk out from bathroom in it, he doesn't waste any time and starts taking it off of you. He wants it off now, so he's not carefull and he either ruins the bra or panties, just mumbling against your lips "I'll buy you a new one." so you just laugh at his eagerness. You'd buy something super cute for your wedding night, like the first picture. And he'd keep that one. He'd take it out from the closet only on special nights, that way you know it's gonna be long night full of orgasms.

[suguruspit]

👽Greetings, Earthlings👽

Ino Takuma getting freaky with you during movie night

Warnings: trans masc!reader, penetrative vaginal sex, mentions of alc0hol, multiple orgàsms, oral sex, tipsy sex, overst!m, goofy sex / laughing during sex, yall are in looove, ino is a munch and I won't hear otherwise

w/c: 2.3k

a/n: I love this silly guy so much

"Baby," You whine, wiggling your hips as Ino grins into the juncture of your neck, his hands already wandering up your top and onto your chest, squeezing the soft and plump flesh as he moans softly. "We're supposed to be watching the movie-"

"Movie sucks." Ino protests, licking a long stripe up your neck, sucking lightly on your ear lobe as he reaches it. His hands squeeze gently, before one hand glides over the hot skin of your chest and down to your nipples, running slightly-calloused fingertips over sensitive nipples that have you moaning. "Who cares about that stupid alien-"

"ET is not stupid!" You admonish, slapping the underside of his head and biting your lip as it jostles him closer to where you want him the most.

He's all over you on your bed, the tv in front practically static noise at this point after not only dinner, but a healthy amount of wine that had you that pleasant kind of dizzy. It also made you horny, which Takuma knew would happen and you swear he does it on purpose, always when it's your turn to pick a movie. He gets addicted to you, wants to touch you all the time and feel you up, respectfully of course. Always in your own home, or in private. And he's always so good at it, always knows where to touch, how much pressure to use.

"Takuma-" You whine, you can feel how needy you are and a small part of you is embarrassed at how easily he always manages to rile you up, just one or two touches, some kisses along your jaw, and you're leaking like a faucet. "Stop teasing."

"Stop teasing or watch the movie?" He teases, easy grin on his handsome face, a slight flush to him and his soft brown hair is sticking to his face on one side from where he's been plastered against your neck. "Can't do both, baby."

You turn your head to glare half-heartedly at him as his hands slip even lower, leaving teasing trails of butterflies across your stomach. He presses his nose into your cheek as he kisses you, and you smile at the sweet gesture that completely contradicts the fingers fiddling with your pyjama pants.

"Takuma," You warn, but your fingers are already winding in that soft tawny hair and pulling lightly, making him grin dizzily at you.

"Permission, captain?" He asks, and laughs as you pinch his cheek in response, both of you laughing before he knocks his nose against yours and kisses you. Innocent at first, traces of his smile in them, before they get deeper and you can feel his tongue parting your lips and exploring, the air suddenly shifting to hot and heavy. "Fuck, always so good, shit."

You laugh softly at the blissful dumb expression on his face, taking in the flush he has from the wine and the spit slicked lips just from making out. He's hard, you can feel it and you move a hand to rub him over his pants, making his jaw drop as he groans, hips moving forward as he rocks against your touch, breathing heavy.

"Baby.."

"Hmm?" You tease, revelling in the way you've managed to turn the tables with only your hand, squeezing it gently with a sly grin before the air is knocked out of your lungs by your boyfriend flipping you onto your back on the bed. "Mmph"

Ino looks at you with hooded eyes from where he's positioned over your hips, both hands dragging your pants down and off you with a simple lift of your hips. You shiver as the air hits you, and Ino kisses your inner thigh, grazing his teeth there gently before trailing his tongue from the seam of your thigh to your groin, pressing kisses into the V of your hip as you squirm.

"Babe." You stress, your hips tilting to try and get him to pay attention to where you wanted him so badly as he just continues to pepper kisses and lovebites across your soft skin. "Takuma. Please?"

Ino looks at you once more, his hand reaching for yours and taking it with a gentle squeeze, before he's blowing a puff of cold air against you, making you moan. The cold air hitting the wetness of you is something different, something you never thought could be so insanely hot but somehow Takuma pulled it off.

Your eyes meet his as he lowers his mouth just above you, and he winks before saying;

"Try not to run, baby."

And then his mouth is on you, hot and wet and heavy as he lathes his tongue over your dick, kissing it gently before gently sucking, his lips easily covering all of you as you gasp and writhe in his grip, directly disobeying his one request as you can't decide whether you want more or if it's just too much.

Ino moans into you, feeling fresh slick against his chin as you sob out, hips going limp as you get used to the feeling of him taking you so easily, the way he's so into it.

He alternates between sucking gently and pulling off to give you little kitten licks, face absolutely soaked as he makes little groans at your responses. You sob out a warning as you feel that familiar heat, that itch in your spine, and Takuma just moans a 'fuck yeah,' before diving back in, doubling his efforts and moving to use his free hand to lightly trace your entrance through wet folds.

That's all it takes to have you coming hard on his face, hips moving rapidly and you sob and curse even louder as he moans into you and grabs your hips, helping you ride his face through your orgasm, disgustingly hot wet noises louder than the tv.

"Fuck, 'Kuma." You whine, already overstimulated as you catch your breath, pushing at his head as he swirls his tongue through the mess you've made, moaning at the taste. "Come on-"

"You taste too good, baby." Ino whines, his face pulling into a cute pout as he gives you one last kiss before pulling away, wiping his mouth on his hand. He strips himself of his clothes and climbs over you to frame you, easy grin on his stupid flushed face, dick standing proud like a good omen. "You're so perfect when you come on me, wish you'd ride my face more."

You feel your face go red and you lightheartedly push at his face as you groan, making him laugh before pressing chaste kisses all over your palm. He smiles at you gently, his eyes full of warmth and you make a questioning noise at him, rubbing his arm.

"I come in peace."

"Oh for fucks sake," You snort, slapping his chest and laughing with him as he kisses your neck, blowing raspberries as he lowers himself, almost flattening you. "You're a fucking loser, dude."

"Yeah but you love that about me," Ino says with a grin, nodding his head matter of factly, holding a finger up and putting on an insulting version of your voice. "God I love you, Takuma. I'm gonna cum, Takuma!"

"Oh my god." You laugh, adjusting your hips when he slaps your hip gently. You feel his tip slap against you a couple of times and you bite your lip, taking in the almost drunk expression your boyfriend wears as he watches himself disappear into you.

You both groan at the stretch, your fingernails digging into his strong arms as he eases himself in, your come from earlier making it a pleasant stretch and you kiss his nose as he comes to a stop, bottoming out with a shaky exhale.

"Doin' so good, Takuma." You reassure him, knowing he gets overwhelmed easily sometimes, especially after drinking. Ino fucks like he's getting graded, always putting you before him even if it leaves him shaking from overstimulation and you feel yourself pulse just thinking about it, making him inhale above you. " 'M ready, baby."

"Okay," Ino clears his throat as he makes an initial thrust, making you both breathe heavy. He's big, and you're so tight after already coming once tonight so the combination of both has it feeling like he's in your throat. "Shit, baby you're tight tonight."

"Mmhm," Is all you manage to whimper out as your boyfriend starts to gain a rhythm, managing to rub up against that spot perfectly with every thrust, already driving you crazy. "Feels so good-"

"Fuck," Ino curses, dropping a kiss to your forehead before he knocks his own against it, whiskey-brown eyes looking into yours with so much love that your breathing stutters. "Worlds most perfect boyfriend, I'm so lucky."

You bite your lip as you feel how wet you are on your thighs, concentrating on the way Takuma slips in and out of you easily, hips knocking against yours every time and making the bed shake. It's good, but it's not enough, and you let out a grunt of frustration as you realise this just isn't going to get you there.

"Hmm?" Takuma asks through pants, brushing a lock of hair out of your eyes and running a thumb down your cheek soothingly, still keeping his brutal pace despite the niceties. "No good?"

"Not like this," You mumble as you shake your head, squealing as he pulls out quickly and flips you over once more, slapping your ass as soon as your arch your back. "Takuma!"

"Let's get it done the proper way, right?" He says as he lines up against you again, swearing as the position makes you even tighter. You whimper, and he copies you subconsciously. "Oh fuck, babe. Shit. So fuckin' perfect, you know that?"

You just sob into the pillow as he starts his thrusts up again, this time pulling you hips back into him in a brutal game of push and pull, and you can already feel your orgasm building from just a simple position change.

Ino must be close too, because he's started to babble as you gropes the fat of your ass with groans as it jiggles with each slap against it.

"Fuck, so much fucking better than that stupid alien movie," He whines, slick noises almost drowning out what he's saying as you get closer and closer to your peak. Ino is whining now, he's plastered himself against your back and hiding his face in your neck as he practically humps you. "Wanna come, want to feel you first, can I touch you?"

You try and think with dizzy thoughts, you usually get so sensitive after he's used his mouth, but just the thought of those long fingers rubbing your dick has you salivating into the cotton beneath and you just nod your head, shivering as he sobs out a thank you into you sweat-soaked skin.

As soon as the pad of his fingers rub up against you, you feel yourself tensing as your orgasm threatens to bubble over, and you warm Ino with all the energy you can manage, but it comes out more of a babble as he rails into you, drawing more and more come out of you as he does.

"Come, please baby," Ino babbles, he's biting his lip and his face is besides yours as he doubles his efforts in his thrusts, getting them hitting their target with scary precision as he keeps his fingers touching you feather lightly. "God, can't hold it-"

"Fuck-" You choke out into your pillow as your orgasm crashes into you, your thighs spasming at the intensity of it and you grunt as it keeps going, your vision going spotty as you shiver through the aftershocks, gasping as you feel your boyfriend start to come. "Oh god, 'Kuma."

When Takuma comes, it's a lot. He always stuffs you so full that it's dripping out of you and all the way down your thighs, marking you for the rest of the day.

"Fuck, fuck." Ino grunts, biting into your shoulder and making you moan as he starts to fill you, pumping you full as it seems to last full minutes. There's so much that it's spilling out of you, just like every time, and you sob as he kisses your shoulder, pulling out gingerly before collapsing beside you with a tired whistle. "Holy shit."

"Ngh." Is all you can say in response, absolutely fucked out and still leaking as you bury your head into your pillow. Best fuck ever, he might be silly but he takes fucking you seriously like it's a full time job. He starts kissing your shoulder and cheek and you sigh. "So good."

"Gets better every time." Ino practically wheezes out, making you laugh. "Don't laugh, you sucked me dry."

"Takuma-" You say exasperated. You turn your head so you can look at him, all covered in sweat and looking throughly fucked out, to your pleasure. "So unromantic."

"You sucked the romance out too," Ino says with a shake of his head, a pout on his lips as you just sigh and rub your face back into the pillow, squeezing your thighs back together. "There's nothing left of me, save yourself."

"You're an idiot," Your voice is muffled from where your face is smushed against the pillow, but you have the biggest and cheesiest grin on your lips. "I'll take your humour, next time."

"That's all I have left." Ino says mournfully, before tugging you into his arms, kissing the crown of your head as you settle onto his chest. "Oh hey! The films still playing!"

You turn your head as ET raises his pointed finger, the light pointed towards the sky and you don't need eyes in the back of your head to know the expression your boyfriend is making.

"If I had-"

"No."

[sludge-saturday]

hidden fantasies ☆ there's a first for everything

having been in a relationship with you for a respectable amount of time, your lover has never been one to keep secrets. you two knew nearly everything about one another. that is, until they reveal to you one of their deepest desires for the very first time...

pairing: mk1 liu kang x reader

summary: you decide to take a risk and call liu kang something new in the bedroom. how is he going to take it? why does he love it so much?

tags: nsfw, 18+ (MDNI), gn!reader, missionary, title usage, hair pulling, scratching, swearing, creampie

warnings: see above!

word count: 809

a/n: first entry in the "hidden fantasies" series! feedback is always appreciated. this man is SO yummy omfg

☆ slow and steady. that was always how liu kang liked to start his pace. in and out, push and pull, forward and back, easy does it. his hips rolled oh, so smoothly as they came flush with your own, his length almost leaving you entirely before sliding back in again. you shuddered each time his hips ground against you, feeling just how full you were and just how utterly thick he was.

☆ this isn't to say that liu kang's pace wasn't pleasurable, he was hitting all of the right spots even with his rhythmic, slower pace. he was letting you get used to feeling him inside you like this, letting you adjust. he knew you needed it. liu kang was a gentle and attentive lover, through and through. at least, like mentioned previously, that's how it always started.

☆ you whimpered and whined as you felt the gentle friction inside of you, aching for more. "please, liu-" you begged, a quiet request for something greater. something more intense. "shh," liu kang hushes, petting your head as a means to soothe. he knew how impatient you could get. "you'll get what you want soon enough, love." he presses a kiss to your forehead and keeps his pace, unwavering and unchanging.

☆ you couldn't take it anymore. from your position on your back below him, you hook your legs around his waist and pull him closer, making him stop his thrusting for a moment. you run your hands up his back, slowly, feeling every peak and valley that made up his broad, muscular frame. they stop to hold the back of his neck and you let out a shaky breath. time to pull out all the stops. "please, my lord, i need you to have me. i need you to have your way with me."

☆ for a brief moment, all liu kang can do is stare back at you. his breathing deepens as he understands the gravity of your words. warmth quickly spreads throughout his body, across his chest, down his back, and, most notably, this heat blooms in his groin. he could almost feel himself getting harder and he groans. no one's ever called him by his title in the bedroom before.

☆ leaving no time to waste, liu kang picks up and even heavier, even faster pace than he had before. now, he was the one who needed to be satiated. you had him in the palm of your hand and you knew it, especially when he pulled your bodies even closer. with your foreheads almost touching, liu kang holds your waist in his hands, crying out. "gonna- haah fuck! gonna make you mine, have to have you..." he sounded close.

☆ your moans were also getting louder as you felt him even deeper than he had gone before. god, the way he stretched you out, made you feel every inch of him, it was almost too much to bear. you could feel yourself approaching the edge, too. with your arms around his neck now, you unfold them to reach for his nape. you fingers thread through his thick black hair and creep up the back of his head. feeling that same growing heat in your abdomen, you were on the verge of your orgasm too.

☆ all it took was one well-angled thrust from liu kang for you to curl your fingers and pull, arching your back and pressing your chest into your lover's. and once his head was pulled back by the roots of his hair, it was all over for him. coming undone immediately, liu kang cried out so wantonly, so pathetically, it was almost unlike him. you could feel him unload within you, the heat from the ropes upon ropes he was leaking radiated throughout your pelvis. "fuck, FUCK!" he cried as you milked him dry.

☆ the sight of liu kang like this was what let to your coming undone as well. you exhaled sharply, inhaling and dragging your nails down his back. your jaw was slack, mouth hanging open as your orgasm racked your body. you twitched and jolted and writhed and shook, taking every last drop from liu kang as he praised you. "doing so good, taking all of it, so good for me." he panted.

☆ as you both came down and held one another in the process, you noticed that it took longer than usual for liu kang to come back to earth. he seemed dazed, occupied with other thoughts with a blissed-out look on his face. neither of you knew it yet, but you pressed all of his buttons in all of the right ways. and he would never say it out loud, but he hopes that you do it again next time you two are together like this. he doesn't care how long he may have to wait. he needs to hear you say that again.

[postmodernbeliever]

okay so first of all love your work so far, thanks for sharing!! second i was thinking about how easily fox would get a hard on in public, like you give him a single word of praise or you say his name in a certain way and suddenly his work pants are feeling incredibly tight and his hands are running all over his face and he has to stay behind his desk or maybe stick a pillow down against his groin just for a little bit of relief and you barely even did anything

anyways i want to scream i need him so bad

payback- fox mulder x female reader (smut!!!!)

it takes very little to get fox going. one touch, one word, and he’s putty in your hands. so one day, when he's a little too much for you, you decide to hit the man with a little payback- and god, it's worth it!

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to whoever sent this ask in, babeeeee I DROOLED!!! i hope i completed the fantasy for you, even if just a little ;) put my own twist on it. hope you enjoy. <3

my ao3 | word count: 4,010

content tags: smut, teasing, public hand jobs, light angst, fox is needy as hell, you’re kinda hot… damn, cross posted on ao3

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it was embarrassing, honestly. he just couldn’t keep it together. fox isn’t typically so easy– well, in a way he is, because he knows just as well as you do that pretty much anything will set him off. but he’s always been good about hiding it in public… at least, he was before he met you. 

for a guy as horny as he is, you’d think he would thrive under pressure. you’d seen plenty of guys respond to the feeling, seeking a reward, and it would make sense for fox to fit this approach; he was cocky, often to his own detriment, and he pushed until he got what he wanted, whether that be top-secret files or a diet coke from the vending machine. he was a go-getter in every sense of the word. but the second his brain couldn’t keep up with his crotch, he became a lost cause. you liked that about him. it was so easy to get him flustered, and when he was, it was adorable; he tripped up every other word, he got fidgety, he struggled to comprehend even the simplest of conversation, and all that dysfunction was the result of a touch or a sound. 

you learned of this little talent of his the first time you visited him at work. the two of you hadn’t been dating long, but anybody in the same room as you could recognize the disgusting eyes the two of you gave each other. as much as he made your heart flutter, he also made your hips ache, and you were just dying for him– and he felt the same. he couldn’t get enough of you. one afternoon the agent gave you a ring on your cell phone and asked if you wanted to take your lunch break with him, and you laughed and informed the man you’d called in sick for no other reason than you couldn't bear to go into work that day. so he insisted you come and hang out with him in his office, at least for a little while, and you had no problem saying yes. when you got there, you finally got to snap the missing piece of his puzzle into place; the walls screamed of his nature, of his passion, the insanity that turned everyone but you off of him. all the files and disorganization piled high around him like a palace throne, and he sat in his squeaking desk chair, king of it all. you could’ve drowned in that room almost as badly as you wished to drown in him. you’d brought food from a shop down the street, and he ate it gratefully, and you talked his ear off for hours about cases and what it’s like to shoot a gun and have you ever seen any vampires?, and after a while of letting you see him in a space intimate as that, he was getting himself all worked up. you sat so pretty on his desk as he had his back to you, rifling through case files and showing you confidential things he could get fired for. you also looked so pretty when you gazed into his microscope in the back of the office, playing around with all his toys. but when you walked over to where he sat behind his desk and touched all his photographs with curious eyes, and said, “looks like you’re good at your job, fox,” you learned for the first time how easy he was to please. you ogled how he crossed one leg over the other and let out a frustrated groan, and how every move you made wasn’t so much admired as coveted; you saw pleading eyes, a dry mouth, restless hands running up and down his legs and over his blushing skin. you saw how once he couldn’t take it anymore, he cornered you by his favorite poster and kissed you right beneath the saucer, and you’d never forget it.

you didn’t wield this power too often, because you didn’t want to frustrate him. it was so easy to get him riled up and leave him hanging, but you didn’t always have the willpower not to help him out after the fact. and who could blame you, when you have a six-foot-tall government agent for a boyfriend, noisy and whiny and brutally hot all at once? torturing him was fun, yet it had to be done sparingly. but it was a good kick in the back of the knee when he was getting too aggravating, and you could use that leverage right about now.

all day, fox had been getting on your nerves. it takes a lot for him to annoy you because most of the time if he's getting arrogant, you find it attractive. but today was a different situation. the agent came home early, pissed off beyond reconciliation, yet another official reprimand to stain his personal file with the bureau. he burst through the door with a mouthful to spew, and you’d hung around him all day as he paced the floor and brooded over his desktop full of files. you did just about everything you could to cheer the guy up; you made him fresh coffee, you threw his favorite sweater in the dryer so he could pull on something warm, you’d even called in a chinese food order so he could get something in his stomach. but none of it was working. when you tried to play with his hair, he brushed you off, and every time you kissed his shoulder, he’d meet you with near indifference. if you didn’t know how much he loved you, you might’ve slapped him, but this mood wasn’t one he could just get over. he was snappy and tired and upset, and there was only so much you could take, so when hours had passed and he was still being a grump, you decided to get some fresh air– but not without an ulterior motive, of course. 

with freshly set curls and the darkest lipstick you had on hand, you primped yourself to go out for a drink with a few girls from work. they invite you every friday night and you always decline, because there is typically a certain man waiting up for you– but that man seemed not to care, so you chose to take them up on the offer this time around. you shuffled through your blended closet, pulling one of fox’s suit jackets off the rack and draping it over your bare shoulders. you wore a little black dress with a sweetheart neck that stopped just above your knees, the very dress you wore on your and fox’s first date. shoving your feet into a pair of kitten heels, you clicked your way out of the bedroom and into the apartment, standing squarely before the television so fox was forced to take a look. 

“what do you think?”

you watched his big eyes trail up your pantyhose-clad legs, admiring the lacy pattern, and a smile quirked on his lips. “pretty. hey, you’re wearing the dress.”

“i’m going out,” you sighed, blowing past his acknowledgement.

“out? where?”

“some girls from work invited me to grab a drink at the bar,”

“but it’s friday night!”

you rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to tuck away the mischievous grin you felt creeping in. “well, i’ve been stuck inside all day with you, debbie downer. i wanna go have a little fun.”

the man shifted in his seat, expression turning sour. “so you’re not gonna hang out with me tonight?”

“baby, i’ve been trying to hang out with you all day. you just keep brushing me off.”

you crossed the living room to the foyer, where your purse sat on his dining room table. he got up and followed you in, and when you turned around he was right behind you. he had a softer look about him, something like regret, and you had to remind yourself to stand tall in the face of your biggest weakness.

“i’m sorry. i’ve been an asshole.”

“yeah, you have.”

“you know i love you,” he frowned, “more than anything in the world.”

even in heels, you still had to push onto your toes to reach him. with a soft kiss to his cheek, you replied, “i know you do, don’t worry.”

“but you’re still going out anyway,” he huffed.

“i am. but…” you pushed on his chest so he’d take a step back, “if you want to come with me–”

all of a sudden he had floppy ears and a tail, his sparkling eyes full of hope that you’d already forgiven him. “i can come?”

“sure, you can come… it’ll be work friends, though, you have to be social.”

“psh, me? antisocial? love, you’re crazy.”

you giggled as he hurried off to the bedroom, rushing to change out of the work clothes he’d sulked in all day. you leaned against the wall in the foyer, peeking through the door as he changed. you admired the curve of his back while he draped it with a white t-shirt and layered a henley over top, tucking the front into his jeans. you saw him reach for the brown leather jacket in the closet and silently thanked god. once he wriggled into that beat-up pair of timberlands you adored, you straightened out against the wall, working to keep your nonchalant composure. 

he did a little spin and asked in a girly voice, “what do you think?”

and in the deepest tone you could muster, you answered, “pretty.”

he scoffed, taking your hand and leading you out the door, promising, “not as pretty as you.”

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this is where the fun begins. you got him out of the house and in public, where he can’t escape you, and you were going to have your way.

you saw it in every move he made after you placed your hand on his thigh. you sat with three coworkers at the bar, chatting and laughing while they slammed glasses of wine and you nursed a lukewarm beer. fox wasn’t a drinker, so he had a club soda and cranberry, and after a while, you started sharing his drink and leaving yours to collect sweat. you told them all about fox’s job and they questioned him endlessly about solving unexplained cases, and they all seemed to fawn over him which you expected; girls always drool over him when you’re around. he found it funny, and despite the inkling of jealousy, so did you. he seemed to be enjoying himself as he talked about his most recent case, and you smiled, because you’d been waiting all day to do this. you waited for him to finish his sentence, and you let your hand fall gently on his thigh, laughing along with the others. 

“crazy job, don’t you guys think so?” you teased, and they all nodded, yelling over each other in the chaos of the bar. 

fox shot you a look, and you bit your lip like you had nothing on your mind at all. he leaned in close to your ear and asked, “what are you doing?”

you bumped your nose into his cheek playfully. “nothing!” 

“b-but–”

“but what?” you interrupted, pushing your hand down his leg to reach his knee, which you scratched at softly with your fingernails. he felt the sensation through his jeans and shuddered. 

the agent took a sip of his drink and placed his hand over yours on his knee, stopping your teasing. he glanced at the girls who'd invited you, and all three of them were in some deafening debate, almost like you two never showed up. you crossed one leg over the other on the barstool and turned towards the man, deciding that if they were going to be in their own world, you might as well have fun in yours. 

“they’re pretty hammered,” he diverted.

“good,” you smirked, “maybe they’ll be drunk enough to leave us alone.”

“i thought you wanted to come spend time with them,”

“i did, but you know me. i like you better.”

you admired the blush on his cheeks, and you knew it was burning hot because the only light inside the place radiated from neon signs. his eyes darted all over, and he kept chugging his soda, and you felt pride flooding your chest. 

“listen, i’m sorry about today,” fox apologized, tucking a lock behind your ear. “i hope you’re not mad.”

“not anymore,” you winked, and you leaned over to press a kiss to his jaw. you barely let your lips touch his skin– you wanted him to wish you’d come closer. 

slowly, calculated-like, you took his glass and stole the last sip, making the effort to dribble a little down your chin. you wiped up the spill with your thumb and licked it off, and fox’s lips parted. you wished it wasn’t so loud, because you could imagine the soft pant that fell from those lips. 

“what is it, baby?”

the man gave you a look, and then he shifted in his seat. your eyes drifted to his lap, where a little bump was rising, and they nearly bugged out of your head. even if it was what you set out for, you'd never get used to how little it took to get him going. you draped your hand over his bicep and squeezed, placing down his empty glass with glittering eyes.

“y-you… what- what are you trying to do?” fox stammered.

with an innocent bat of a lash, you answered, “nothing, foxie!” and when the flames began to paint his face, you giggled, “something wrong?”

“well- you- i- i mean,” fox groaned, rubbing his hands back and forth over his rosy face to try and shake the feeling swirling inside him. “you’re acting all…”

“all what?”

you stared intently as he passed his hands through all that thick, tawny hair on his head, wishing they were yours. something about him was unbelievable when he got this way. he licked his lips and swallowed nothing but air.

“fox, what’s gotten into you?” you chuckled as the man began running his palms back and forth across the wooden bartop. 

as he dug at the counter with his nails, he grumbled, “you– you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“m’not doing anything,” you lied as you let your hand fall on his thigh again, this time dangerously close to the bulge with your name written on it. 

you watched him hiss, taking your hand and putting it back in your lap. he raised his own in an attempt to flag down the waiter, but there was no chance he’d get noticed; the bar was packed to the gills with drunken bodies, all swarming around you, all moments away from being privy to his situation if you pulled anything else. fox looked like he was lost– in the bar, in his head, in the pressure pushing against his pants– and you were soaking it in like sunshine.

“you look so good tonight, have i told you that?” you gushed, “well, i did as a joke before, but i mean it. you’re so handsome.”

“come on, love,” fox rolled his eyes as if he couldn’t believe you were doing this here, now, in front of the world.

“what? i’m being serious! i like that shirt on you, it makes you look so strong,” you brushed your fingertips along the neckline, letting your nails drag across the base of his throat. you watched a torrential shudder tumble down his back, a curated avalanche in the making. 

“i- i mean-”

“–and you’ve been so sweet since you got over your mood, which makes me so happy. you know i love when you’re good to me,” you sighed, “and you are. you’re so good to me, foxie.”

suddenly, a strong palm wrapped itself around your wrist and tugged you off the barstool. fox didn’t even bother telling the girls where you were going since you hadn’t heard from them in a while anyway; he only pulled you through the thumping building, weeding through clusters of drunks towards the glowing bathroom sign in the back. butterflies were stuffing you full as he pushed open the women’s bathroom door, which was miraculously a dingy little single with a lock. letting go of his grip on you, he locked the door, muffling the blaring noise coming from outside. 

“hey, wait a minute–”

fox’s face dropped. you yelped as he rushed his hands across you, touching everywhere he could, snaking them beneath your stolen jacket and under your dress. you reveled in the feeling, but once his lips tried to press against your neck, you clicked your tongue in disapproval. 

“not here, fox,”

“nobody’s gonna see us,” the man urged, “i– you– come on, please?”

“if you want anything, you have to take me home.”

“you just fuckin’ teased me all night,” he growled, “please, baby.”

you giggled as he backed your hips up to the one and only sink, trapping you beneath his palms. his hard-on twitched against your stomach, and as you looked up into his tall, swimming eyes, you could see something surrendering inside them. you pressed your hands against his stomach, and he pressed himself against you, sighing softly at the ounce of relief. 

“you’re so bad, wanting me to get you off in a bar bathroom,” you teased.

“yeah, i’m the bad one. don’t act stupid.”

“don’t be mean, or you get nothing.” you sucked on your teeth, giving him maliciously sweet eyes. 

“okay, okay, i’m sorry. just… please.”

fox leaned down to rest his head on your shoulder, letting out a whimper so soft it was nearly undetectable. you had to stop your eyes from rolling back at how needy he was; he’s never been this bad, of all the times you’d brutally strung him out in public. maybe it was because he was experiencing your twisted form of payback, or maybe it was all the stress from work in the morning, but you pushed him to a new limit without ever really touching him. your entire body began to burn as you reached your palm down between his hips and rested your hand where he begged for you, and felt a pair of lips attach themselves to your neck, nipping softly at the skin in gratitude. you massaged him like he was fragile, like anything rougher would break him, and in a way, it was true– his knees were weak already, and as he rolled his hips against your palm, his hands trembled at his hold on the hem of your dress. 

“need me that bad, hm?”

all you got back was a strangled, “mm.”

“m’not gonna get on my knees, the floor is too dirty,” you chuckled, knowing he wanted more than what he was getting. 

fox didn’t speak. his brain was too wired to indulge you, but his body ached to be touched, so he found a nonverbal way to ask for it; he lifted you and shoved you onto the sink, and you scrambled to grab at the ceramic countertop. 

“fox–”

his big hands shoved beneath your dress and dug into the chub of your hips, scratching at your legs like a dog. he craned his neck down to kiss you, and as you got distracted by the sugary cranberry crystals at the corners of his lips, he moved in a hurry to unbutton his jeans. you didn’t know exactly what he was doing until your hand made contact with smooth skin, and you looked down to see his cock just barely bouncing in your buzzing palm, swollen and screaming for contact. 

your lips turned downward in a sympathetic smile as you cooed, “oh, baby.”

you shuffled up the counter a little bit so you had a little more room to arch forward. bringing your palm up to let a little spit dribble out of your mouth, nice and slow, just how he likes, you watched his jaw drop and you spread the stuff around your hand with your tongue. when he was sufficiently driven insane, you wrapped your hand all the way around him and laughed. 

“i can feel that second heartbeat you’ve got,” was all you said before you began pumping. 

fox’s hands flew to your face as you stroked him, his thumb gravitating to your tongue; his eyes were glazed over like never before, and you wished you could take a picture. you watched air fill his tummy over and over, heaving in desperation, and he bucked into your hand as if he’d never been touched before in his life. you moved a little faster, feeling the soft disruption of his veins underneath your fingers, swiping your thumb over his tip and making him shake. and fox was all noise, louder and prettier sounding than any club song baring behind the locked door. strings of your name interlaced with curses and promises and praises of how good you were, and how he loved you, and that he wished he was home so you could do more than this, and you sat there swearing that he would get what he wanted the second you two left. by the time you shut him up with your mouth, he was nearly there; and by the time you pulled him by the hips right against your soft stomach, both hands on him, his cock close enough he could feel your dress bunching up on his head, he was there. he was far fucking past there, cumming all over your pretty black dress, leaving milky stains you’d have to cover with his jacket, stains he would be reminded of later when he ripped that thing off you at home. you were in his ear instantly as he collapsed into your shoulder, holding him up, voice soft so you didn’t make his head buzz any more than it was already. 

“oh, good job, baby, good boy,” you smiled, “how’s that, hm? better?”

“bet… better,” he panted, back to the obsessive kissing all over your neck. 

“there’s so much more where that came from, foxie, i promise.”

“then can we get the fuck outta here?” he whined, pulling away to show you his pretty pink face. 

with one last warm kiss, one where you caught his lip between your teeth just for fun, you nodded. “get me a towel first."

fox passed you a paper towel which you used to wipe your dress with, and he chuckled at how you gently folded it up and dropped it in the trash can, like it was a treasure to you. then, as you hopped down from the counter and he zipped his jeans back up, you took him by the hand and dragged him out of the restroom, back over to the bar where your three coworkers were wasted beyond saving. you leaned into the conversation and said, “gotta bounce! i’ll see you guys next week!” and didn’t stick around to hear the drunken replies. instead, you guided the pretty boy behind you out to the parking lot, where he rushed to get behind the wheel and drive you home. you thanked god he didn’t have a drink in his system because he was in a real hurry. 

as you sat in his passenger seat, watching his jittering hand play with the gear shift, you were almost satisfied. your idea of revenge might be a little twisted, but it worked. you’d accomplished what you set out for, now the owner of an apology and a man aching for you. but after that stunt at the bar, you had a newfound greed, one you wouldn’t shake until he got you home; and maybe you were abusing your power, but how could you let up now? as you placed your hand over his, the engine revved beneath your feet, and you giggled. maybe it was torture, but he liked it– so you played with his fingers, and he groaned, and when you finally reached his apartment building, the two of you couldn’t get upstairs fast enough.

[simplysparrow14]

I’m going to say more later but dragging out Percy’s resurrection and having placed right beside Scanlan’s Bards Lament for the final 3 episodes is both a clever choise and a sad Adaptation sacrifice.

First off, I can see *what* they’re trying to do — it was always going to be hard to tackle TWO big resurrection rituals in the show, especially back-to-back, especially since resurrection rituals are so similar in nature (you die, everyone says their praises, you come back to life) So the natural thing to do is to highlight one while overshadowing the other — literally what they’re setting up: Percy’s resurrection is going to be this big, emotional, group event. Vex is going to say that she loves him, it’s going to be sad and angsty and all that jazz.

Meanwhile Scanlan only gets to be in a coma for a second time (or he might actually be dead— the episode wasn’t very clear as to what it was)

And it’s like, that’s so Bards Lament!!! It’s literally all of the build up for Bards Lament packaged into one event — Percy gets the emotional confessions and praise and the big group resurrection while Scanlan only gets his rinky-dink little ritual with Kaylie, and maybe Pike where she tells him to come back from his coma.

And no one else in the group is going to give a shit because PERCY’S BACK!!!

Scanlan was in a coma and they didn’t even give two shits if he’s truly rotting on a death bed or simply asleep in a coma, because everyone else is more concerned about Percy.

and I’m like, that’s so clever and smart!!! Good writing!!!

But also I can’t help but feel that it undercuts Bards Lament — C1 Bards Lament was a sock to the face to the cast/characters who did not understand Scanlan’s emotional; it’s supposed to be this sudden, unexplained, telegraphed beyond the stars but still hits you like a fist to the eye moment, one where it leaves you reeling from its intensity.

TLOVM Bards Lament is feeling more like a kick to the groin — still hurts, mind you, but it’s not going to leave me cowering in a corner.

I can understand that in a show where you have to tie up loose ends, you can’t really leave out in such an emotionally charged moment —Seasons have to have a beginning, middle and end, after all. And for what TLOVM is worth, it has been paying those Bards Lament moments forward.

And like I get it, I GET IT — trying to condense 1000 hours of live-play into twelve 20-30 min episodes was always the biggest obstacle the show was ever going to try to handle. It’s not an easy task and I certainly don’t blame the writers/story supervisors or WHOEVER is in charge of making sure that the storybeats get hit in service to the show. Some things are almost always going to be either cut, rebound, repackage etc.

But it feels somewhat lackluster. I’m willing to see how these last few episodes stick the landing.

[cherryxblossxms]

Trying to do No Nut November with Lucifer.

[GN reader, not explicit in description but ya know. NNN. 🔞]

When you bring up the idea, you think that he'll just scoff and dismiss it or that he won't be interested, but its worth a shot, right? You don't think much of it when he accepts, really. But he completely turns it around on you the second you start trying to tempt him.

You think you, some weak little human, are going to tempt a devil— one of the Seven Avatars, no less— into succumbing to pleasure?

Granted, he really is truly weak to you and your methods. He'd do most anything to please and pleasure you as much as you desire, his precious human master. He's not always great with his words, so he shows his love and devotion in the way he worships you. But he's also the Avatar of Pride, and he has a reputation and ego to uphold. Who would he be if he didn't try to turn this little game around on you, and see what kind of reactions he can get from you first?

He's not direct or intense about it by any means. He fully intends to have you submit first, but damn does he do it gracefully and with precision. You really don't know what hit you 'til it's too late.

Any normal day, he's stoic, prim and proper, with barely any skin showing. He carries himself more like a priest than a demon. But the second the challenge starts, that all changes. They are tiny changes, not at all significant by normal standards, but it's still enough to get you to rethink your choices.

His cloak suddenly makes less of an appearance, letting you get a good, clear view of his broad shoulders and thin waist. It's unusual to have such an unfettered view of his tall form outside the privacy of his bedroom. His gloves also seem to go on vacation, leaving his bare hands to trace along your cheek or touch the base of your neck, the lack of cloth separation totally throwing you off. Even as he places his hand on your back while walking, you can feel his heat more directly, sending shivers straight up and down your spine.

Lucifer is also well-known for his intense eye contact. Even before entering a true relationship, you'd become familiar with his heated bedroom eyes on occasion (the night you'd made a pact coming to mind...), that rich ruby red that makes your knees so weak. He's always so careful about keeping these expressions restricted to the bedroom, but not anymore, not now. Simply handing you a book that you asked for, making you coffee, helping you put on your coat, he takes pleasure in surprising you with that same private look. You can't help the way it sets off butterflies in your stomach, or gets your heart pounding, because you know what that look usually means. And given the deadly smirk on your lover's face, it's clear he knows exactly how it's affecting you, too.

As each day passes by, he turns up the heat a little bit more. Glancing touches to your body, innocent and accidental at first, but getting more calculated and devious as time goes on. Little slips of innuendos into his speech, making you think it's a mistake at first until you see the way he's looking at you. He certainly doesn't miss the way his words make your brain short-circuit, because he has it all memorized what you like and how you like it.

His kisses are a little bit too long, a little too deep and intimate. He always loves kissing you, and it's often a quick segue into more exciting events between you two, so it's easy for him to get lost in his objective when he uses this tactic. But he can look past the deep ache in his groin when he sees the needy look in your eyes and the way you stare at his lips for more.

And of course, bedtime isn't safe, either. He's a cuddler in private, you knew that already, but that just makes him more dangerous as the initially innocent touches and cuddling starts to heat up in the sheets. He knows just the way to touch you to rile you up, long fingers that trace along your body and across the most sensitive peaks, and it almost delights him how frustrated you get when it leads... nowhere. He's struggling too, don't misunderstand, but he's determined to win this damn challenge... or at least, outlast you.

By the end, whether that's the end of the month or simply the end of your limit, you're both trembling creatures of need. It's all a battle of wills and Lucifer puts up a good fight, so it's impossible to tell who will win or who will fold, but it's sure to be an explosive conclusion either way.

Before meeting you, Lucifer wouldn't have given a second thought to this silly human challenge. He has better things to put his time and energy into, he's a busy demon. But something about teasing you, testing each other's limits and seeing those rare expressions on your face, suddenly he can't say that he minds it too much. In fact, he can't wait to see how you will fare next year...

[slytherbun]

daddy kink + consensual dubcon with hotch please 🥹🙏🏻

kinktober

pairing: dom!mean!aaron hotchner x reader

summary self explanatory lol

word count: 0.5k

warning: please proceed at your own risk as this contains dark content such as consensual dubcon with breeding.

note: hey anon! hope it’s okay i added breeding. sorry if not

mascara streaked down your cheeks, lips puffed with lipstick smeared across your face and your tits were full of bruises. your nipples were sensitive, burning from the squeezes and pinches of his fingertips.

continuously, aaron cruelly rolled your nipples between his fingers while he pumped in and out of your wet destroyed pussy.

everytime he pushed back inside of you forcefully, his groin hit your clit hard without apology. he kept you in place with at least one of his hands at all times.

every shove of his cock pushing back inside you, caused your body to move and jerk with the overstimulating sensitivity.

“daddy-“ you pleaded, your eyes were closed and all you could focus on was the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and the noise from your wetness. wetness that you didn’t mean in the first place, it was just your body responding. “please!”

he smirked, grabbing your chin uncaring if he bruised you or that your eyes weren’t open. “open your mouth.” when you didn’t comply he stopped fucking you, leaving his whole length inside.

“i said open your mouth.” he demanded in a serious tone.

you opened your mouth slowly, not wanting the punishment of not doing so and he spit in your mouth. “swallow slut.” he continued his pumping, your wetness growing again embarrassingly and you squeezed his length when you swallowed.

aaron smirked. “see you’re just a doll, it was so easy just to slip inside you and use you.” your hip bone was bruised where he gripped onto it like a lifeline. “please stop.” you murmured, feeling at a loss.

he ignored your pleads and pressed his hand down on your lower tummy. “i’m so close to finishing inside of you, coating your walls with my cum. do you want a bump too as well instead of just my cock in your tummy? give my son a sibling and make you stuck with me. use you whenever i want.” he hummed.

your eyes watered with more tears at the thought of that, not wanting him to even finish inside of you. but you had no choice but to take it when he started slowing his movements, the burning sensation of needing more but also wanting him to stop completely.

you started to try and get out of his grip but his fingertips were quicker and pushed down on your skin while he slapped your face with his other hand. “stop it, our friends are in the hotel room next door. you don’t want them to hear do you?” you opened your eyes wide in realization and shook your head.

“no daddy.” you murmured and he loosened his grip. flicking your nipple. aaron then turned your body around and pushed you against the wall as in teasing. almost hoping they did hear.

grabbing your hair in his fist. he started pushing inside of you deep again, his balls hitting your clit with every rough, punishing push inside. “now be quiet and let me finish in this little tight pussy.”

[ashes0909]

For your writing game! It was probably supposed to be 3 random words but I can’t get it out of my head for Drarry and it be “I fear you” also I hope you are doing good and may all the writing muses go your way!

Not sure if this was what you had in mind, but my brain fixed on the idea and refused to let go. I also tried out a mixed POV fic, which isn't something I've done often, but enjoyed playing with. Hope you enjoy!

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I fear...

Harry/Draco; Rated T

“I fear you have become obsessed with Draco Malfoy. Again,” Hermione said, over the brim of her teacup. 

Across town, over a shot of firewhiskey, Zabini doled out nearly the very same sentiment. “Harry Potter this, Harry Potter that--You’re completely obsessed with him. Again.”

At the same time, unbeknownst to the one another, Harry and Draco slumped back in their chairs and replied, “It’s not my fault. He’s completely insufferable.”

Their friends were very much over this constant state of existence.

The next morning, Draco did his best to shake Harry Potter out from under his skin. He took the long way around Diagon Alley, so he didn’t have to see Potter’s ridiculously wonderful new Broom and Flying Lesson shop. He avoided the best street carts at his lunch hour, in the off chance that maybe, possibly, Harry would be there too. And while he did, in fact, need to replace his broom oil, he went to a far inferior shop in Hogsmeade instead. 

It wasn’t until Draco was getting ready to apparate from Hogsmeade back to his potions shop in the heart of Diagon Alley, that he came to a horrifying realization: in trying to avoid Harry Potter, he spent the entire day thinking about him.

Earlier that same afternoon, Harry had Hermione’s words echoing in his mind. Over and over, he considered how, at so many different moments in his life, he’d become fixated on Draco. Now, it was because they somehow found themselves shop owners on the same street. But the part of him that seethed heat straight into his veins knew that no matter what, he’d find some excuse to focus on Draco Malfoy.

Enough was enough.

The familiar swoop of apparation hit Draco and Harry at the same time, minds fixed on each other, one suppressing his thoughts, the other newly determined. They arrived at Draco’s potion shop with a simultaneous pop.

“Potter--?”

“Malfoy!”

Draco had to do a double take, afraid that his single-focus had brought him to Harry’s shop instead of his own. But no, instead Harry stood surrounded by cauldrons and vials, looking like he was about to charge off into battle.

So, he looked breathtaking. 

Harry had gathered his courage but now, in front of Draco, catching sight of his famously pale hair and deceivingly soft features, the words froze in his throat.

Brazen, bold, fearless -- he was a Gryffindor and he could get through this.

“What are you doing here?” Draco asked, breathless.

“Let’s get a drink,” Harry garbled the words, too fast and voice low, but they were out there, in the open. Fear officially conquered. 

Draco hadn’t expected a lot from his evening, but there was an unsettling certainty in the pit of his stomach that no matter what, his night’s thoughts would orbit around this man. Mine as well go out to dinner with him. What’s the worst that could happen? What was there to fear? A part of him screamed: everything. But he was ambitious enough to grab onto this opportunity with both hands. 

That didn’t mean he had any intention in making it easy for Harry. He did like to see him squirm, after all.

Harry watched as Draco narrowed his eyes, and the expression shouldn't twist behind Harry's groin, but it did. Want mixed with fear, soaked with obsession. But he could tell by Draco’s smirk, he was just as into the idea. “Come on,” Harry pushed. “Say yes, or you're buying.”

Draco barked out a laugh. “That makes no sense at all. You make no sense at all.” Draco pushed past him and walked towards the exit of his potions shop, holding open the door. “You coming?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re going to be insufferable, aren’t you?” he asked with a smile, sliding past the door and onto Diagon Alley’s evening streets. He knew Draco would fall in step at his side.

“I have it on good authority, I can be quite insufferable when it comes to you.”

Harry knocked their shoulders together. It felt like he was on a broomstick, rushing towards the snitch. “I fear you and I have that in common.”

fin

[vale-writes]

smutty lae’zel thoughts…

it’s canon that sex with lae’zel is.. rough, to put it lightly, so i think having sex is less lovemaking and more fist fight. knowing that battle and seeing you after one turns her on was giving me Ideas that i just had to get out. also i’m assuming githyanki have human enough anatomy for this to work.

tags: gender-neutral reader, reader has a penis/strap, reader penetrates lae’zel, blade play if you squint, oral, kinda rough sex, unprotected sex, switching dom/sub

lae’zel would never let you dom without a fight. victory over you was always sweet, but there was something that burned hot inside her stomach when you had her pinned with a knife to her throat. even if she won your spars (which was often), seeing the sweat drip down your face and hearing your grunts of effort with every clang of steel made her legs tremble. it wasn’t weakness. it was an itch. a need to pounce on you and ride, taking everything and then some.

“best me in combat and i will let you dominate.”

“we just got out of battle, darling. i desire you, but can’t we skip the whole fighting thi-“

a swift kick to your gut and a leg swung behind your ankles sent you straight into the dirt. a wheeze ripped through your lungs as the weight of your “hot githyanki girlfriend” lae’zel straddling you hit you in your stomach. you couldn’t even open your mouth to say you weren’t ready for her to hit you before you felt her blade at your throat.

“chk. you are making this too easy. there is no pleasure in dominating you if you simply roll over. challenge me.”

her eyes flicked over your face for a moment before her gaze softened. lae’zel’s cold steel left your throat as she asked, “unless.. you are not wanting of this? is that what you meant to say? you said you desired me but i suppose i acted too hast-“

it was her turn to get cut off now. you kicked your left leg into her right, flipping her over and landing on top of her, between her legs. she let out an almost imperceptible gasp before reaching for her sword, which you quickly snatched and threw out of her reach. she snarled and began to get up before you grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her back down.

“and i’m the one making this too easy?”

“silence. you tricked me, using my respect for you against me,” she hissed.

“a warrior should have a mind sharper than their sword, love.”

“i said silence.”

with your groin right up against hers, you could feel the heat of her arousal through your trousers. why did gith armor barely cover up those areas? you gritted your teeth and ground into her, letting out a hiss of pleasure when she wrapped her legs around your hips and pulled you in. your lips locked with hers, tongues thrashing in each other’s mouths while you both rocked your hips together like animals.

“take this burdensome armor off already,” she commanded while unbuckling her own. you flipped her over onto her stomach suddenly, raising her hips up to meet yours and continuing to grind.

“why? i can do everything i want with it on,” you flipped the leather tassels up, exposing her barely clothed cunt to you. “and i’d be lying if i said these leather straps on your skin weren’t.. enticing.” your finger traced along said straps that crisscrossed over her inner thighs, making her shiver. she went to snatch your hand away from it, only to get her wrists pinned to the small of her back. you placed your other hand onto her pussy, slowly grinding the heel of your palm into it. leaning over, you licked a stripe up the back of her neck, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. her hips rocked against your hand and she let out a few quiet, pleasured grunts.

“you’re making this too easy, lae’zel,” you murmured in her ear. “i don’t think you really wanted a challenge at all. you want to just give in now?”

you could see her bite her lip in frustration on the ground. you slipped your hand into her underwear and slowly ran your finger along her hole. she let out a quick gasp and tightened her hands into fists.

“yes or no, darling?”

“chk! fine. i will allow you to have your way. but waver for a moment and you’ll find yourself below me.”

you bit back a “wasn’t so hard, was it?” knowing that would only set her ablaze again and prolong your “fight.” you slowly pushed a finger in and tried to stop your grin when you felt how wet she was.

“i can feel you smirking. you know that your fighting excites me. i feel no shame in this.”

you dug your other hand into her hip as you pushed another finger in. she let out a loud, unabashed moan at that. her hips rocked against your hand as you pushed it in and out of her, her wetness getting all over your palm. gods, if the rest of the party knew that you had lae’zel of creche k’liir pinned and moaning like this..

you moved your hand on her hip to her clit and admired the crescents left on her hip from your vice grip. she always told you not to go easy on her. you pushed a third finger in and her legs started to shake. you rubbed lazy circles on her clit before replacing that hand with your tongue. gods, her moans. she never lae’zel never held back when you were rough with her. her knees started to buckle but you simply grabbed her by the hair to keep her up.

“enough,” she said through a whine. “put yourself inside of me. now.”

you decided to push your luck. “say please.”

you shouldn’t have pushed your luck. she let out a growl and swung one of her legs around, landing in your lap once again. she attacked your neck with her lips, biting and sucking on your skin between her sharp teeth. you inhaled sharply from the shock and pain, but could do nothing as she pinned your arms down.

“if you won’t listen to me, i’ll do it myself.”

she tore your pants off and ripped the armor off in the blink of an eye. she took your cock and pushed it in, sitting firmly in your lap as you squirmed in pleasure.

“stay put,” she snarled. you nodded, unable to speak from the sudden pleasure. lae’zel started riding you while keeping your arms down. her golden eyes burned into your own, her slitted pupils blown wide in lust. she enveloped you so well. she was tall and deceptively thin, but she was pure muscle. seeing her like this reminded you of just how easily she could take you whenever she wanted. you tried to ignore how much more that turned you on.

she panted in your ear and sped up while grinding herself onto you whenever she snapped her hips back down.

“start bucking your hips into me,” she commanded. you were happy to obey. you pushed deeper inside of her and she tightened and whined in your ear. she bit down on your shoulder. you could feel her moans vibrate through your chest, her song of pleasure moving through you. you were close too, and trying desperately not to cum before her.

“finish with me.”

you nodded and bucked up further into her. her head fell back with one last sensual cry before she came around you. you gripped her hips and pushed up into her before cumming yourself.

you both panted for a while. she let herself lean forward and rest her head on your bitten shoulder. she traced her fingers along the marks she left behind on you. a reminder that you were hers. githyanki didn’t do love. she knew you could never really be hers. not while she served her queen. but maybe, just until the bruises faded and the cuts healed, she could have one teeny, tiny, little love.

[kycken]

-Martial Arts, or w/e-

Wakasa Imaushi Wakui says Wakasa 'specializes in Bajiquan and Kickboxing', which I can see for his Kodo Rengo & Black Dragon days?

If he means like Muay Thai kickboxing, that'd make more sense- Since that AND Bajiquan are all about economy of movement and delivering devastating knee and elbow strikes. Bajiquan was initially supposed to only be used by specialized bodyguards for like Puyi (Qing dynasty emperor) & Chiang Kai-shek and is also known as the '8-Extremities' martial art because it focuses on delivering fast and powerful close-ranged strikes with: the fist, forearm, elbow, shoulder, hip, thigh, knee, and foot.

But in Brahman, Wakasa is always seen being really agile and flashy- Which makes me more think Baguazhang? It's considered a 'soft' style, focuses on circular movements in general, also circling your opponent to confuse them- A lot of employing manipulation and using momentum & weight in your favor.

Hajime Kokonoi I keep joking he's not good in a fight, but he is really good during the Christmas Battle- He just seems to rely on big windups to get any strength, like when he used a spinning side kick to hit Takemicchy.

It's stupidly easy to accidentally turn what's supposed to be a spinning back into the spinning side kick, cuz in a back kick your toes are pointing down (like foot making almost 90 degree angle, practically), but you also can only see with like... ONE eye, so turning your head MORE to actually see the person you're supposed to be kicking makes it turn into a side kick cuz your hips follow your head. NOT SURE if that was intentional or if it just 'looked cool', but whatever- Not a huge deal, I think Koko looks totally awesome pulling it off cuz honestly- Either kick hits really hard if it connects.

I am less sure during the Tenjiku battle Vs. Inupi because he's so emotional during, he's relying on a lot of cheap shots and is enraged enough to manage to fucking lift Seishu in a CHOKE-HOLD (although you can later see just how easily Inupi breaks out of it, so could just be Inupi letting Koko vent his anger before he also gets pissed off).

I love the theory that Koko is Chinese-coded in some way and support @rxsolvx's depiction of Koko being half-Chinese on his mother's side. I'm entertaining the idea of Koko having some relatives from Hong Kong who sometimes visit, so Koko has been casually practicing qigong and taijiquan since he was a kid (for health reasons/because 'it's just something they did').

His maternal uncle is a member of Grandmaster Wong Doc-Fai's Plum Blossom International Federation, which teaches Choy Li Fut and 'Yang-style' Tai Chi.

Choy Li Fut is like a marriage between Northern and Southern Shaolin styles: Powerful arm + hand techniques based off of Southern Shaolin's animal forms, combined with the 'internal' focus from Northern Shaolin long-fist.

Koko was mentored in a far more aggressive, but less all-encompassing version (meaning WAYYY less than the present-day documented 250 freaking forms) of Choy Li Fut by his uncle, who leaned from previous masters that were mentored at the Fut San Hung-sing branch:

What is unique to Choy Li Fut is 'whipping', where the practitioner's upper torso twists to generate more power in executing hand and arm techniques. Choy Li Fut holds the torso at an angle to the opponent to reduce the target area exposed to him, and to allow the practitioner more reach- In other martial art styles, the upper body is less dynamic, which places more emphasis on stability and generation of 'static power'. Front stances in Choy Li Fut have the front bent leg angled in to protect the groin, while more standard stances (like in Hung Gar Kuen & Wing Chun) have the front bent leg facing forward.

I'd like to think due to Wakasa's knowledge of complex hand techniques and the importance of implementing both 'soft' & 'internal' styles, Koko could even train with Imaushi and might really show a lot of skill in off-shoot stuff like Mizong Luohan, which is known for it's deceptive movements, very intricate footwork, varied kicks, and high leaps. It's a very mobile and highly versatile style, plus sneaky... SNEK MAN, SNEK SNEK SNEK *TONGUE BLEPS*

[tifa1991]

Trafalgar Law and Reader Part five.

"Then why did you stay behind?"

"I didn't want to risk missing anything until we got back here. The agreement with Chiaki is that I explore the island but don't do anything that could put me in too much danger. Arianna explained to me what course I had to take from Yellowhealth to reach Punk Hazard and you already know how I ended up here".

Trafalgar Law let the new information sink in. "What exactly is the experiment you heard about?" He needed to find out how much you and your crew knew in order to estimate how much he could trust you some information of his own.

"Nah, it's your turn to answer my questions." Trafalgar made an annoyed face on which you paid no further attention. "Why are you here?" His grey eyes pierced your (E/C) as he answered your question directly "Because I'm here to destroy what you're here for. Artificial devil fruits".

You weren't particularly surprised, someone as smart as Law certainly had more than one reason and plan for hanging around on an island like that.

"They are sold on the black market. The man who invented them is Caesar Crown, i have to find out where he is making them." He looked at you as if you were about to give him the answer to his question, but you shook your head "I'm sorry, I don't know either. But the name that kept coming up in reference to the devil fruits was Joker."

Actually, it had always been easy for Law to hide his body language and his thoughts. He was anything but an open book. It was only for two seconds that his body tensed and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up at the mention of the name. Still, you noticed it despite the dimmed lights. "You know who Joker really is, right? You know him," your weakened voice sounded soft. You had the feeling there was more to it. Trafalgar Law remained silent. He turned the chair back into its correct position and sat down on it. Resting his elbows on his knees, he folded his hands before explaining more to you. "You should know him too. Maybe even fought him two years ago at Marine Fort".

Your organs tightened at the mention of Marine Fort and your eyes narrowed briefly at the pain. Many people lost their lives in this battle, both on the Pirate and Marine sides. It was so unnecessary and in the end it was all for nothing. Firefist Ace still died on the battlefield. The man who was once your captain's captain and best friend, the man you still loved at this point.

"He is also one of the Seven Samurai of the Sea and the current King of dressrosa. Don Quichotte de Flamingo".

The face of the blonde man with the flashy glasses and clothing flashed right through your mind. In fact, you and your captain, along with Sir Crocodile, had fought him so that Luffy could get past him. Back then, one of his thread bullets had hit you in the groin and probably the others too if Chiaki hadn't neutralized them with his paramecia fruit. It was even Sir Crocodile who then catched you to prevent another shot. You automatically place your fingers to your left groin, where you were hit. Your crew's doctor had treated you after Shanks' ended the battle. De Flamingo was a strong opponent and at that time you had nothing to oppose him. Only with Sir Crocodile's distraction were you and your captain able to deliver a hard blow to his face and stomach, the image of him spitting blood and his veins on his forehead thickening and pulsating with rage was a lasting memory for you.

"Then Caesar Crown is the one who invented the artificial devil fruits while De Flamingo sells them. “That’s what it looks like, yes,but i don't know where exactly. But everything lead me to Punk Hazard for now.” confirmed Trafalgar Law. "It's important to know who Joker sells the artificial devil fruits to."

You told the black-haired man what else you knew. "If the information we have is correct, the devil fruits are Zoantypes. In the underworld we found out who Joker sells them to...he sells them to one of the four emperors.

Kaido".

"Kaido".

You said in sync. “Could it be that you already knew everything I’m telling you” more of a statement than a question.

"When you started talking about the artificial devil fruits, I thought that your knowledge reached as far as to Kaido. The man, Caesar Crown is in this factory." Trafalgar informed you about his presence on the island, he told you that he has been on Punk Hazard for a month and has more or less entered into a partnership with Ceasar. He informed you about Caesar and his abilities as well as Mone and her snow devilpowers. “So gas and snow,”

“That’s where you come in,”

“Huh?”

"You're not a logia type, but with your wind devilpowers you should actually keep Caesar's gas away from us when it comes down to it, right?"

"Yes, that shouldn't be the problem, but I can't tell you exactly how well it works until I know for myself how strong Caesar is." Trafalgar leaned back, one leg over the other and arms crossed. "That's enough for me for now. Your Dendenmushi is unable to reach your captain from here, so I would like to suggest something to you until you have the chance to contact him...-"

"Who says I can't reach him?" Law raised an eyebrow "Because this is a baby den mushi. They only work internally".

"Not this one" you said and held two small black antennas in your hand that you had pulled out of your belt. "You put it on the Dendenmushi and then it has a much greater range...but the connection isn't always the best." "Interesting. Where did you get that?" the black-haired one was actually curious. “Three of our crew have been working on it but it’s not quite perfect yet.” "Anyway," Trafalgar began again, "a new age of pirates has arrived and something has to change. I'm here because I have a plan and I want to defeat one of the four emperor." "Let me guess, Kaido" "Exactly.

Sooner or later it will come down to joining one of the emperors if you want to achieve something in the New World. Either that or you defeat one of the most powerful pirates. That's a big deal. I could use some support. I don't think Chiaki likes to be given orders and wants to join one of their crews and that's why I'm proposing an alliance to you and your crew." “An alliance to overthrow Kaido” a wry smile appeared on your lips “How good that our captain has the same plan”.

Thanks to @phsycochan for the Help😎.

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anyway i was thinking of how when, you know, billions has winston's sendoff be an expo for how it thinks some people, thanks to their being epic, deserve to Use others, & how some people, thanks to their being autistic, deserve to be used for power trips which according to their own logic will only become increasingly harmful to people b/c that is increasingly "proof" of their power to do so, like, we get wags' fun home intrusion + assault + home intrusion 2? yes we should get winston just like okay oops ""reflexively"" kneed you in the groin while you were assaulting me & all, oh no. billions can deign to have lower tier epic man dollar bill be kind of disillusioned in his "i want to be the boss" power trip (while like. omg dollar bill please come back & do whatever you want, Anyone would feel this way for any reason much less taylor & philip) like wags can get his humbling like you're not in the office even, as you assault someone where the live as they're trying to get away telling you to Stop like get a nice close up & personal Hit & get hospitalized again

but obviously wags has billions' patented Epic Armor for all your abusive needs & that was really cool & fun & with no consequences except for everything you ever wanted, that was just what Badasses do

but like trying this Again like you know, again not in anyone's actual office, closing yourself off but in a nice roomy space with the person you're back to attack in ways to coerce that person but also, again, hurt them as much as you want b/c that proves your power to yourself which is what this episode & all of existence rotates around? like this is, in fact, embarrassing for wags but it Isn't b/c the show billions doesn't think that it is. winston is the one person here who doesn't have to care about image b/c people aren't here for that in his case whereas everyone at mpc, Image Inc., are so tied up in that that it's like oh uh yeah we have to do this episode for the Image of it all. it's absurd this ep wasn't followed up with winston just uno reverse ruining that image very easily, while nobody on earth is going to give a shit about this rando who once looked up puns, or that there weren't even the negative consequences of later needing to ask winston to help some of them out personally to make use of his algorithm & At Least needing to guaranteed get him in on the fringe bennies monetary reward of that too, rather than plausibly being left out b/c "nobody cares [to] people care to expressly single him out for shittier treatment, including over spyros sometimes despite spyros truly getting in there first to be that supposed Inferior Of All Inferiors, which is mostly about being cringefail weirdos. wtf, he's not a girlboss, or doesn't look like damian lewis. if he ever actually does something, it's stuff higher ups would Never, or else would just do more epicly & so it's totally not even the same thing, funny how power makes it Different & Good, kind of like some sort of standard, maybe a doubled one"

anyway it'd be easy to just deal wags some Humbling "you don't even have to kick his ass that bad for this to be painful & just something he's not prepared for" hits to the face, below the belt, suckerpunch this mf, use that tablet they passed you. billions is sort of sparing about physical violence but it's totally fine for winners to use, especially Against losers, see: winston being physically assaulted multiple times with no consequence except Everything You Want & More. plus like who gives a shit, oh good wags brought some people who are willing to passively spectate, yet this is where i also go "how about taylor. this is their ex employee & even now billions defaults to Petty Ex Dynamics without having to Understand this, and it sure doesn't have to understand anything engaging about Dynamics period, what with its worst stale empty ones being like 'wow this is what it's all about / Obviously appealing' while the supposed worse, unimportant, weirder ones might get actually good" like have taylor be like hmm i guess i could intervene. & we can get to have another aspect of Physicality like just going to kind of pull you back, obviously up close & personal ft. touch in that alone but we can have a Moment, not even of "i'm so ready to go sicko mode on Anyone that at first i reflexively turn on you (almost)" necessarily but perhaps more so like "yeah i'm still in that Mode, not enough to take a swing at you automatically as another person in the fray, but actually like there is a distinct moment like yes i Recognize you specifically but am kinda still considering hitting you" lol but then also "moment of recognition & being close & in contact in this distinctly Physical Interaction. are my glasses off, am i noticeably disheveled & exerted" Unknowing (to the show) Tayston Sexual Tension / undercurrents of potential eroticism / sensuality lol like they really do get to have that. how about some more, amazing how much billions sidestepped that for "here's taylor in winston's apartment while he's physically in Sleepytime Mode, uncombed hair, pantsless" just b/c it finds his sexuality abject, no queer affinity / parallels there, any more than billions does treat taylor as disabled (and winston of course, too)

and then i mean what, wags sues like he kicked my ass :( like not great for your pride then, just that yknow supposedly winston will always be humiliated and never cause more trouble than billions wants to let him, because that's how the series works in wow gee carefully never allowing the idea of some people as Truly Superior & needing the Power accordingly to be disrupted

however like actually also it was the last season, breaking out special occasions, forget like "whoa XD lol" Zany winners against losers physical violence with whatever music under it to back it up, a Surprising burst into even something like wags just gets hit right in the fucking face would be a fun shakeup even without doing the other thing of overemphasizing the Gravitas of that like whoa oh my god nooo wags nooo violence never the answer, none of this was unfettered, rewarded violence before....have wags deal with that, like yeah now i have to go to miami b/c my reputation here is Bruised as well, no matter what consequences for winston like i'm supposed to be Untouchable to some loser i target. and like that would be fun, also i don't give a fuck if winston had hands to throw with rian too or killed wags or anything like is that what you thought, ha, i bet not, remember go too far there's no turning back....but mostly it'd be fun if [tayston] so