#An open extension but a threat of ice.

[this-is-a-nice-show]

It does kill me a little bit that the character who claims not to read picked a 100% human name, but the character who owns a bookshop and works in customer service didn't.

[zcrayas]

Izar & Ensha || @izar-tarazed ❤'d the starter call

" Halt! Step no further... for your own good ", Speaks the gentle voice with a hint of sombre undertone. Words, along with quiet sniffs echo from the darkness of the lakeside cave.

Even from deeper inside the tunnel, Rya could have sworn hearing at least two sets of steps. Upset and startled from what chased her to find comfort in darkness, she clutches the necklace in fear of danger, weighting her options.

Should they be no different to those encountered before, if a warning was not enough, she could always shed off the illusion of a maiden, and chase them away.

" A hideous being lurks here... something that should not see light...!"

[halfghostwriter]

I’ve seen quite a few good ficlets of Ellie calling out “Daddy” or “Papa” and having Danny show up in a blaze of glory in front of the Justice League, which is all well and good, but you know what I want?

I want Danny, and by extension Ellie, to be established as a massive force of strength by having him simply bring her home

Imagine, if you will, that members of the Justice League have been trying to track down Ellie. Perhaps she destroyed a GIW facility, inadvertently revealing the government branch’s existence to the JL in the carnage. Or maybe a massively powerful ghost had attacked a city, and was taken down by Ellie single-handedly. Either way, the JL doesn’t want to hurt her, just talk and figure out whether or not she’s a threat. And if she’s not a threat, well, she seems so young, she probably needs a helpful, guiding hand, right?

So the JL members, let’s go with Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and let’s throw Martian Manhunter in there too, they track down Ellie, and try to approach her, but before they get the chance, a powerful villain attacks, like, say, an Amazo. Yeah, let’s go with an Amazo.

So, they’re fighting off this Amazo, and Ellie tries to step in and help, but Amazo mimics her powerful ectoplasmic attacks, injuring her greatly. Before any of the JL can get to her to make sure she wasn’t fatally wounded, she screams out a word in another language, and the sky tears open. A large hands rips through the rift, slamming the Amazo into the ground. As the hand lifts, it reveals that the Amazo is now completely frozen in green-tinted ice. Of course, this display also distracts the Justice League from the second rift opening up beneath Ellie, the hand from said rift gently cupping Ellie and carrying her through. After the second hand has fully carried Ellie through, and the second rift is closed, the first hand pulls back up and the initial rift closes. It’s only once both rifts are closed that the heroes realize that the young girl is gone. It doesn’t take long for them to put two and two together.

Back in the ghost zone, Lord Phantom, ancient of space, frets over his tiny clone’s injuries.

[multifandomslxt]

Tramp - Stamp

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Yuta x chubby!reader

Synopsis: After years of silently admiring him from afar, your friends have finally convinced you to break the ice with the guy who's been the subject of your secret crush: Yuta Nakamoto, the renowned tattoo artist. His mere presence sends a wave of excitement through you...all of you. luckily you happen to have a particular design in mind—a tramp stamp—that you've been itching to get inked onto your skin.

WARNING: Smut, unprotected p in v ( use protection kids), choking, spitting, hair pulling, mirrors (hehe), crying, begging, needles, smoking, Yuta is mean but sweet (lol), READER IS CHUBBY!! stretch marks, love handles, back rolls, stomach rolls etc. (if you don't like it, don't read it), Reader calls Yuta "Daddy", Yuta calls reader "bunny".

A/N: I have nothing against lower back tattoos or tramp stamps. I plan to get one myself actually. however, the term tramp stamp will have a different meaning in this fic.

I apologize in advance for any typos. Enjoy!

"Finally!" Minhee, your best friend of five years mutters, exasperation dripping from her voice.

Your bottom lip juts out in distaste. "What do you mean finally? I mentioned this to you just a couple months ago."

"Yeah, Y/N, but come on, you usually back out of these things, y'know?" Minhee explains, a playful smirk on her lips.

You sigh, not bothering to argue because you know she's right. There was a good reason, though. You grew up sheltered, and because of that, you just shied away from things that would draw attention to you.

For example, a tramp stamp.

Minhee squeals and shimmies her shoulders in excitement. "So… who's gonna do it?"

Huh… You hadn’t really gotten that far in your thoughts. You just figured you would go to a random tattoo parlor with good enough reviews.

You shrug. "I'll just choose somewhere with great reviews."

Minhee looks at you quizzically, tilting her head. "Good reviews? Why? Yuta's sho—"

You hold your hand up, stopping her mid-sentence. You roll your eyes. "Don't even think about it."

Minhee mimics you, rolling her eyes as well. "Y/N, you've wanted to fuck the guy since high school."

You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassing memories resurfacing. "Minhee, please," you beg.

Besides, even if you did allow Yuta to tattoo you, there was no way in hell he would do anything more. You weren’t his type. He didn’t say that to you, but after years of stalking his social media pages like a creep, it was obvious you were definitely not his cup of tea. And it bothered you more than it should have.

"But Y/N, how will you get out of your shell without trying something new?" Minhee pleads. "Just trust me, the worst thing he can do is just give you the tattoo and never talk to you again." She shrugs.

You bite your lip in contemplation. That is true.

Fuck it.

"Fine, I'll do it."

Another squeal. "Yes! I'll book your appointment."

After some taps on her phone, she says, "Friday, 12:30."

You exhale, already hearing your heart pounding in your ears.

~~~~~

It was Friday, 12:15 PM.

You stood outside Yuta's tattoo parlor, teetering on the edge of decision. The air was thick with the scent of rain, and the cloudy sky reflected your inner turmoil.

Minhee had called you earlier, her voice a mix of encouragement and threat. "Just spread your wings a little. See where it takes you," she had urged over the phone. "If you back out, I'll never talk to you again."

Hopefully not an embarrassing fall from grace, you thought.

Sighing, you wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and pushed the door open. The chime above the door announced your arrival with a soft tinkle, and you stepped inside, your heart pounding in your ears.

Your eyes darted to every corner of the shop within your sight. Holy shit.

It was dark. So fucking dark.

The parlor was an extension of Yuta himself. Black leather furniture, dark wood shelves, and posters of intricate, shadowy designs adorned the walls. Even the decorative plants were a deep, almost black, green. The only color contrasts were the neon signs casting an eerie glow and the cherry red telephone on the receptionist's desk.

And, of course, you.

A horrible choice to wear a baby pink crop top. You had hoped not to stand out, for crying out loud.

"Spread your wings," you muttered to yourself, taking another deep breath.

You made your way to the receptionist, pretending not to notice her staring at you since you stood outside. Her gaze was intense, but her smile was warm and welcoming.

"Hello, how may I help you today, sweetheart?" the receptionist asked.

"Hi, umm, I have an appointment? I'm Y/N for 12:30."

The receptionist nodded immediately, typing away and glancing at her computer screen. "Ah… 12:30 with Yuta." She looked up, waiting for your confirmation.

You nodded.

She smiled again. "Go through that door and wait; he'll be right with you."

The door she pointed to was, of course, dark wood, almost black, adorned with posters of various butterfly tattoos. A gold name plate read, "N. YUTA."

You exhaled once more, your heart hammering in your chest, and made your way toward the door, each step echoing in the dimly lit room.

The door opened with a soft creak, and my gosh, the light almost blinded you. Such a contrast from the waiting area.

The walls were a dark red with random splashes of black paint, all four sides adorned with even more sketches. Butterflies, swords, cartoons, and so much more.

a stool, and a bed -where you assumed customers lay down or sat on when getting tattooed- stood in the middle of the room. A table right beside the stool stood with different inks and the tools Yuta would need to tattoo someone. And, of course, there was a huge light standing over the bench and stool.

You awkwardly took a seat at the edge of the bed. The second you sat down, the door opened again, revealing Yuta.

His head was down, focused on his phone screen. You took this opportunity to look at him. Like, really look at him.

His black hair was grown out just above his shoulders, framing his face with an almost rough ethereal beauty. He was clad in all black—black pants and a black crop top that revealed just the tiniest bit of his butterfly tattoo and a fucking belly button piercing.

fuck me.

Finally, he looked up, and you quickly looked away.

his eyes were darker than you remembered.

"Y/N, right?" His voice was smooth and rich, with a hint of amusement.

You turned your attention back to him and nodded. "Y-yeah, I'm Y/N."

He nodded, a confident smile playing on his lips. "I'm Yuta. I'll be tattooing you today," he said, taking a seat on the stool in front of you. he smelled like cigarettes and faintlu of cologne.

it made you dizzy.

"Yeah, I know that. So, umm, I have my design—if that's okay?" you stumbled, trying to keep your composure.

The way he was staring so deeply at you like he could see through you.

It almost made you want to hide.

like a predator stalking its prey.

He stared at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before saying something that made your heart nearly stop. "You're still so shy after all these years, bunny?"

Bunny?

Did he just call you... No.

Your mind raced, trying to make sense of his words. Had he recognized you? Your cheeks flushed as old, buried memories began to resurface. You had known Yuta back in high school, but you never thought he’d remember you. Let alone a nickname you thought he had long forgotten.

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. "Y-you remember me?"

Yuta chuckled softly, a dark, almost predatory look in his eyes. "Of course I do. Some things you just don't forget."

butterflies erupted in your belly as you felt your finger tips tingle

You wanted to be under him so badly that your body ached.

The room seemed to close in around you, the walls pulsing with your heartbeat. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, peeling away the layers you had built around yourself over the years.

"Well then," he said, leaning forward, his eyes never leaving yours. "Let's see that design."

Your hands trembled slightly as you reached into your back pocket and pulled out the paper with your design on it. You handed it to him, your fingers brushing against his. His touch was warm, sending a jolt of electricity through you. For a brief moment Yuta's body stiffened.

Holy fuck.

Did he want you too?

He examined the design, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. " You drew this?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice to speak.

he looks up at you quizzically causing your breathing to hasten

"do i still have to remind you to use your words bunny?" he asks his tone joking but his posture changed. from slouching to upright and his jaw was clenched. his eyes were a little darker and a little more demanding.

You realized that he wanted to hear you and he wanted it now.

your breath hitches before squeaking out a quiet "no"

he smiles, relaxes his posture and nods approvingly "Good girl"

This was unfair.

you wanted to affect him as much as he affected you.

Yuta looked up at you, his dark eyes boring into yours. "it's nice. it suits you. where do you want it?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. "on my back please" you whispered.

Yuta raises a dark eyebrow in question "This seems a little small for the middle of your back bunny."

"no no, you don't understand" you you chuckle nervously

he looks at you expectantly, crossing his arms at his chest and tilting his head "Well make me understand sweetheart"

"I'll just show you" You get up from the bed and turn around

lifting our shirt revealing your lower back just above your ass.

you reach behind you and attempt to point to that spot "right here. I want it right here please."

A beat of silence passes, and another and another before you decide to turn around slightly.

his eyes lazily looked at you from head to toe.

He swallowed thickly, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity before he replied in a strained voice,

"A tramp stamp?"

You smiled, feeling a rush of boldness, and with a flicker of hesitation, dropped your shirt, fully facing him now.

"Yes," you confirmed, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves within you. God, he made you so jittery.

He clenched and unclenched his jaw, his eyes still fixed on you, observing every move as if he were deciphering a complex puzzle.

"Who's it for?" he questioned, his tone tinged with the same strain as before.

Confusion flickered across your features as you met his gaze. "Me?" you responded, the uncertainty evident in your voice.

He chuckled, though the humor didn't reach his eyes. "Fucking hell, you're trying to kill me."

" A tramp stamp just for your own amusement, bunny? And you want me to do it?" His words carried a mix of disbelief and a hint of something deeper, perhaps longing.

With a resigned sigh, he walked over to his stool and took a seat, motioning for you to shut the door.

It was common knowledge that when Yuta worked, he kept the door cracked, but shutting it completely? That was unheard of.

You decided to comply, despite the uncertainty gnawing at you. Closing the door softly behind you, you approached him with slow, steady steps, stopping in between his parted legs.

"A tattoo on your lower back," he mused carefully, his hands moving to grasp your love handles possessively leading you to the bed.

"You're putting ideas in my head." he whispers still staring at you hips.

His words were laced with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. His eyes bore into yours so intently it made you heart race and your heart clench.

Did he want you to beg for it?

fine, you came prepared for that anyway.

'Please...ruin me. Fucking ruin me.'

is what you would have said if you were brave enough, instead all you could get out was

"oh..i-"

Yuta chuckles "flustered?"

you clear your throat and look away

a finger lifts your chin causing you to meet his predatory gaze again

"I'm gonna be real with you here bunny, I want to fuck your brains out. not professional of me I know but I wouldn't be saying it if I didn't know you wanted it too"

~~~~~

your fingers clawed at his back as he fucked you against the wall

his balls rhythmically slapping against you

you looked down enjoying the sight of him fucking into you , his cock branded with a white ring of your cum.

"Yuta," you gasp, breath hitching, "I want more."

“Oh, you want more?” he responds with a smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I can definitely give you more."

The motion of his thrusts causes your stomach to quiver, muscles trembling in response as your body matches his rhythm. Each movement is intense, sending waves of sensation through you.

Your throat feels raw from all the shouting and moaning—so much so that you can barely voice how close you are. Instead, your grip tightens around his arm, fingers digging into his skin in a desperate, wordless plea, silently telling him that you’re right on the edge.

"Already, Y/N?" he taunts, not even slowing his relentless pace. His voice is a mix of amusement and intensity, each word vibrating through you.

Before you can process his words, the sensation crashes over you, making your toes curl, your back arching away from the wall. Your mouth falls open, releasing a silent scream as the overwhelming pleasure grips you.

The release is so intense that tears spill down your cheeks, your body trembling under the weight of it all. But he doesn't stop—his rhythm remains the same, drawing out every ounce of sensation, leaving you breathless and barely able to think.

have you ever been fucked so hard you stomach started to hurt?

but fuck, you didn't want him to stop

soon you started to feel the burn of it all, our body twitched and trembled.

you fought so hard to speak but you couldn't even form a thought

suddenly it was all too much.

your head spun , your eyes rolled back and your body shook with one more orgasm

"Yuta please!" you screamed your hand instinctually trying to push him away from you and he only responded by gripping both your wrist in one hand.

"behave!" he growled out biting your nipple as a form of punishment but all that did was give you another orgasm.

"Ah! I'm-oh...please...fuck me daddy....please" you cried hysterically.

It's embarrassing what a good fuck can do to the mind

"Fuck bunny, such a dirty fucking mouth" he whispers as he bring his hand to your face gripping your jaw.

"open for me baby" he coos

you mouth is wide open not even a millisecond later and oh my hell

you died and came back when he spat in your mouth.

"swallow that shit" he thrusts deeper and harder.

"SHIT!" You scream out as he reaches a spot that you never had touched

he smiles at you mischievously "found it"

and just like that you had two more orgasms before you realized,

Yuta didn't cum yet

which could only mean one thing

"I'm not done with you bunny. I want you from the back"

You shook your head, still in a daze. " T-tired....t'much...mmm"

he kisses your temple oh so sweetly as anything but sweet words fall from his lips "i know baby but I want to see you cry some more when i fuck you harder. besides, don't you want daddy to cum all over you baby?

you look up at him with tear filled eyes "yes daddy"

he smiles showing his teeth "then be a good bunny and get on all fours for me"

~

"ah fuck" was what he said when he finally sank into you again.

his hands roamed your back squeezing and giving attention to your rolls

"You were fucking made for me" he moaned out in utter bliss.

looks like you did affect him like he affected you.

he was relentless with his thrust.

so fucking eager.

the room was just filled with the sound of your ass meeting his cock and oh was it music to your ears

"the view from here is fucking amazing baby"

he slaps your ass cheek repeatedly and you already know its bruised red.

from the mirror on the wall you could see him rubbing his hands all over your stretch marks as he mouths an inaudible "fuck"

You also see that he's going to take it up a notch when he lifts one of his legs up on to the stool. giving him a deeper angle as he pummels into you

"you grip on the white sheet on the tattoo bed as you scream

"I'M GONNA CUM!"

you fall on your chest as the strength leaves your arms. your eyes blur with tears for the the umpteenth time and you bite your lip so hard you taste blood

"I know baby me too" he pants out chest heaving as he tries to maintain his pace

"mmm-I'm cumming...i'm cumming- ah shit!" you manage to get out as your stomach tightens.

you feel Yuta swelling inside you but he pulls out just intime as white ropes of cum are painted over your back.

you barley can keep your eyes open as you see Yuta use his hands to spread his cum all over your stretchmark- filled ass cheeks

"holy shit: he says collapsing on top of you.

you're quiet for a moment not finding the strength to speak as yet

"i should've taken you on a date first bunny" Yuta says filling the silence

you sigh contently "you still can."

[plutonium-sky]

Headcannons list for Cackling Cannoneer (and also the Abyss crew in general cause I got overboard) specifically so far because I just thought of a really stupid but funny one

Cut because the list Is Very Long And You Should Be Intimidated Because I Have More

I like to call him Thane (or Thaen)

Scottish, has an accent that gets worse the more emotional/distressed he is

nicknames everyone he likes (e.g. Abyss guide (Abby) as "Little Kitten" or Anxious Angler (Fern) as "Songbird")

Has about 5 different guns but only keeps 2 of them on hand at all times (2 different harpoon guns, one that we see in the memory that's basically a sniper and one for fishing (aka has a rope attached to harpoon), 2 flintlock pistols as backup, and another flintlock as a backup to the backups)

Has a knife on him at all times, even while asleep (so do the rest of the crew. Yes even Abby)

Ever since he nearly drowned and got eaten by the beast, he has a slight (lie) fear of deep water

Abby saved him from the beast before because she conveniently had a lighter on her when she found his boat and dived down to fetch him, freeing the manta with it

Has very small acid scars on his legs from lying down in beast stomach acid for a bit

Is the reason why a tower in Treasure Reef is missing a lot of it's structure (had too much fun with the ship cannons)

Assigned as the weapons man for the ship, looking out for threats. Otherwise he's on land watch because that doubles as looking for threats (aka spends his time in the nest of the ship)

Has never met his biological father, instead considers the Ceasing Commodore (or Alemez, as I call him) to be his dad. His mom is alive and he visits her whenever the crew comes back from an expedition

The ship IS a pirate ship, but they're licensed. They scavenge for resources, and find stuff that can be reused. They are also sometimes hired by merchants to protect them from Actual pirates

May seem self absorbed and uncaring, but that's because you haven't got him to open up yet

You don't want to hurt a crew member while he's around. You're gonna have a bad time running away or defending yourself from a very rageful Thane

Tends to play up his stories for the sake of other's entertainment

Strong Sibling Vibes with most of the crew (he would absolutely "increase gravity" on Abby)

Doesn't get seasick easily, but it does happen from time to time

Fucking hates snow. And ice. What is this slippery cold floor why is it a thing (as an extension he avoids Valley at all costs)

Don't let him go to somewhere cold, he's gonna get a fever Immediately

And another name list cause it might have been confusing: Cackling Cannoneer = Thane/Thaen, Abyss Guide = Abby, Ceasing Commodore = Alemez, Anxious Angler = Fern, Bumbling Boatswain = Ismael

And the funny joke headcannon:

Names his weapons like Heavy from tf2 does as a joke

[summerwritesfics]

🧙🏼‍♂️Seduction Places Me In Line, Revealed To A Submissive Side

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 10043 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Wizard AU, Wizard!Kuai Liang, Knight!Hanzo Hasashi, BDSM, Dom/sub, Dom Kuai Liang, Top Kuai Liang, Bottom Kuai Liang, Bottom Hanzo Hasashi, Top Hanzo Hasashi, Basically Top/Bottom switches up at points but Kuai’s still in charge (this is the last time I’m ever writing Top!Kuai btw), Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Training, Spanking, First Time Bottoming, First Time Blow Jobs, Dildos, Ice Dildos, Inappropriate use of cryomancy, Riding, Multiple Orgasms, Degradation, Praise Kink

We Are Entranced, Spellbound Masterlist

Notes: I wrote this earlier in the year and just never got around to editing until now. It feels like forever since I posted smut (even tho it wasn’t really lmao). I will be honest, I got extremely burnt out on writing smut when I did Kinktober back in 2022, and I’ve not really been able to bounce back since. But, I’m still trying to get back into it, I guess need to re-build my confidence lmao. Like the tags say, this is the last time I’m going to be writing Top!Kuai (and by extension Bottom!Hanzo) 😬 I know I’ve only written it like… 3 times including this but I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching since I wrote this, and realised the dynamic really doesn’t spark joy for me so I’m taking Marie Kondo’s advice. But, figured I’d still offer this one final fic before I completely bow tf out of that particular race. Honestly I’m mainly posting this because I do wanna write more in this particular AU and this… Kinda sets everything up for it. 😂 Just know that in future instalments Kuai is gonna fall into a power bottom dom role, rather than doing any more topping. :) Title is from She Dominates by Blitzkid.

Hanzo stared at the old stone house in front of him. The feeling of dread looming over him was almost enough to make him turn around and leave. But he knew he needed to do this. He needed to both tell the occupant the truth, admitting to his own sins, and hope that the wronged party would have it in him to forgive and aid him in his quest for justice.

He came to the doors, lifting the surprisingly heavy bronze knockers. He slammed it down, listening to the way it echoed slightly. There was silence for a few seconds, but then he heard a strange scraping. The door didn’t budge, but a flap up the top opened, although he couldn’t see any eyes peering out at him.

“If you are one of Lord Shinnok’s guards,” a voice on the other side of the door warned in a low tone, “I would suggest turning and fleeing, before I turn you into ice cubes.”

“I’m not of Lord Shinnok’s guard,” Hanzo assured, although he couldn’t help but look down at his feet in shame. “At least not any more.”

When he looked back up, he finally found a pair of eyes in the peephole, glaring at him. Clearly, he’d recognised Hanzo’s voice. And given the venom in his eyes, he wasn’t exactly happy about the visitor on his doorstep.

“Hanzo Hasashi,” the voice growled, eyes narrowing at him. “You have some nerve showing up here.”

“I realise I have no right to be in your presence, Kuai Liang,” he started, bowing slightly to show submission and respect. “But I have something important to discuss with you.”

Hanzo watched as the flap slammed shut, and he almost thought Kuai was outright rejecting even so much as a conversation. That was dismissed when he heard what sounded like bolts being undone. And then the door opened, revealing the man in question.

He’d aged somewhat since the last time Hanzo had seen him, the beard was definitely new. Actually Hanzo had forgotten just how short Kuai Liang actually was, he only just about came up to Hanzo’s chin. And yet, even with that, just the look on his face told Hanzo if he wasn’t careful, Kuai would still make good on his ice cube threat.

“Speak,” Kuai spat, leaning against the doorframe, and looking at Hanzo like he wanted this to be done as quickly as possible.

“I understand that you are angry, and you have every right to be.” He tried to keep eye contact, hoping that would make him seem sincere in his words. “I killed your brother under the belief he was the one responsible for the deaths of my wife and son. I would not wish to see me either, if I was you.”

Kuai was silent, but his mouth was tight, like he’d picked up on something and didn’t particularly like it. “What exactly do you mean by ‘under the belief’?”

Hanzo couldn’t help but flinch, as he explained “I have recently discovered that the true assailant of my family was Quan Chi, not Bi-Han.”

“So he was innocent?” Kuai questioned, pushing himself off the doorframe. If Hanzo was honest, he was fully expecting Kuai to punch him in the face. “I was right all along. Bi-Han was innocent.”

“I thought you deserved to know the truth,” Hanzo shamefully admitted, and he was surprised by how Kuai didn’t attack him. It was clear he wanted to.

“Is that all?” Kuai asked, grabbing the door clearly with the intent of slamming it in Hanzo’s face.

“No. I-” He took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come from his mouth next would not be taken well. “I need your help.”

Kuai's immediate reaction was to laugh. It was a deep sarcastic bellow that indicated he didn’t believe what he’d just heard. He stopped suddenly, staring at Hanzo with an expression he could only describe as manic.

“Oh? You’re serious, aren’t you?” Kuai stepped forward, getting in Hanzo’s face as best he could. Hanzo had to give it to him, he was extremely intimidating when he wanted to be. “In what world would I ever help you?”

“In one where Quan Chi was also the orchestrator of Bi-Han’s death.” He knew that it was risky to point that out, but it was the only way he could think to maybe persuade Kuai Liang. “He manipulated me into believing Bi-Han was responsible, his plan all along was for your brother’s demise. If it had not been me, it would have been another.”

“And what, pray tell, do you exactly need my assistance for?” Kuai finally pulled away from him. He clearly was still unhappy, but seemed to concede at the very least Quan Chi was the cause of both their misery.

“As you know Quan Chi is a powerful wizard. I could not hope to defeat him on my own.”

“So you need an equally powerful wizard to help take him down, is that it?” Kuai Liang asked, looking at his nails as if he was bored.

“Please.” Hanzo attempted to get down on one knee to try and show his submission. “You are the only person I can turn to.”

“Hm. I’m sure I am,” Kuai commented, tone uncaring but not cold. Hanzo looked up, but he had a sinking feeling Kuai was going to make this difficult. “I’ll be honest, I’m not particularly inclined to help you, but the fact you are apparently desperate enough to both come begging at my doorstep and act so god damn pathetic about it is extremely amusing.” Kuai placed his hands on his hips, bending down slightly. “So I’ll throw you a bone, of sorts. You may stay and continue your attempts to convince me.” He stood back up straight, looking down at Hanzo with contempt. “At best, you might actually manage to persuade me to assist, at worst, you’ll make a fool of yourself and I will get some entertainment out of it.”

“Thank you,” Hanzo whispered although he wasn’t entirely sure this was something to be grateful for. At the very least, he had a chance at pleading his case to Kuai. If he’s actually going to listen, and not doing this just to humiliate me.

He stood back up, and Kuai moved aside slightly to let Hanzo inside. Now all Hanzo had to do was figure out a way to actually get Kuai to agree.

Hanzo’s attempts to convince Kuai to help him were going poorly, to put it lightly.

Initially, he’d just been attempting to reason with him, being met with short sarcastic answers. Kuai wasn’t biting, it seemed. It would absolutely take more than words to convince him.

And so Hanzo had begun trying to help in little ways. The keyword being trying. First, he’d tried to reorganise Kuai’s potion shelf, only to accidentally knock an entire line of them over, causing them to cascade onto the floor and break. Then, he decided to try something he wouldn’t break as easily, so he went for Kuai’s bookshelf instead. Only to find a couple of the books were somehow alive, and Kuai had to swoop in and save him from being eaten.

And now he was trying to aid Kuai with brewing potions. So he’d gathered what ingredients he thought the recipe asked for. Well, he must have gone wrong somewhere, because next thing he knew, the caldron was exploding, leaving a rather impressive hole in Kuai’s floor.

“Hanzo, my dear,” Kuai began as he temporarily patched up the hole with some ice. He placed his hands on his hips once he was done, and turned to Hanzo. “I do understand that you are trying to be helpful, but I have to be honest, you are really starting to piss me off.”

“Then tell me what I can do for you Kuai Liang,” Hanzo replied, resisting the urge to grab onto Kuai’s shoulders as he did. “I needyour help, and I swear I am willing to do anything to get it.”

Kuai raised an eyebrow as he questioned “anything?”

“Anything,” Hanzo reiterated, although he wasn’t too hopeful given the way Kuai Liang silently regarded him with a blank expression.

“You do realise that is a very dangerous thing to offer, don’t you?” Kuai questioned, his eyes narrowing as if to challenge Hanzo’s resolve. It was a dangerous thing to offer, yes, but it was an offer Hanzo was willing to make.

“I do, and I still mean anything.” He took a step forward, hoping to prove his intention. “I would wait on you hand and foot, you could use me as a guinea pig for your potions. God you could even fuck me if you really wanted. I mean anything.”

Kuai’s eyebrows practically shot to the top of his head as he questioned “where did that last bit come from?”

“Um…” Hanzo actually wasn’t sure, it just felt like the sort of thing that’d come up when someone questioned if someone meant anything. “Isn’t that usually where these sorts of conversations go?”

“I think that’s just your mind being in the gutter, Hasashi.” Kuai crossed his arms over his chest, slowly approaching Hanzo. “If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think that wanting to fuck me was the real reason you came here.”

Hanzo choked on his own spit a little, feeling his face heating up at the insinuation. He probably didn’t help his position by loudly protesting “that’s not what I’m here for!”

Kuai just hummed, in a way that indicated he didn’t believe him in the slightest. His entire air was one of smugness and knowing he currently had the upper hand in whatever happened here. Hanzo had just accidentally given him complete control of the situation, and he was starting to think that might have been a horrible mistake.

“Very well, let’s make a deal,” Kuai began uncrossing his arms and walking over to Hanzo. “I will help you, on the condition that I get to fuck you, as you so helpfully suggested.” The look on Kuai Liang’s face told Hanzo he was absolutely calling Hanzo’s bluff. He didn’t believe Hanzo would truly go that far, but was willing to capitalise on it if he did go through with it. “Although I will warn you that my previous sexual partners have very much described me as insatiable, and if you agree I believe you have no idea what you are letting yourself in for.”

Kuai was trying to put him off, it was clear to see, but Hanzo refused to let himself be intimidated.

“I accept your conditions,” Hanzo said confidently, keeping his head held high. He watched as Kuai’s face briefly showed a second of surprise, before resettling onto a smug look, although this time, it was much darker.

“Well then.” Kuai grabbed Hanzo’s arm, and began to guide him towards the door to his quarters. “There is no time like the present, is there. Let’s get started.”

Hanzo felt sure in his resolve. After all, it’s just sex right? As long as nothing happened that would make him question his entire relationship with sexual intercourse, he’d be fine.

Right?

“Let me get one thing clear, Hanzo,” Kuai stated as he began to pour himself a glass of red wine. “I am in control tonight, you will obey my requests without question.” He topped off his wine, leaning back in his chair and glancing Hanzo up and down. “Do you understand?”

���Yes,” Hanzo agreed, trying to not squirm under how intense Kuai’s gaze was.

“I believe you mean, yes Sir,” Kuai corrected, a smirk crossing over his face that made him look so ridiculously handsome that it made Hanzo want to scream.

“Yes Sir.” Hanzo shuffled slightly, straightening himself out for some reason.

“Good.” Kuai took a long sip of his wine, and once he pulled the glass from his lips he began to swirl the liquid that still remained. “Now. Strip.”

Hanzo didn’t have to be asked twice. He pulled up his shirt, revealing his toned chest, and desperately hoping that the cool air would distract him from how hot his face was becoming. He unhooked his belt, throwing it aside before hooking his thumbs into the hem of his trousers and pulling them down. He kicked them away, now in nothing but his undergarments. He knew Kuai would want them gone too, so why Hanzo paused on the spot like he had no idea what to do next was a bit of a mystery to him.

“All of it,” Kuai ordered, voice almost impatient. He took another mouthful of wine, likely to keep himself from saying anything more.

Even so, Hanzo grabbed his underwear and closed his eyes as he yanked them down. He wasn’t sure why, maybe he just didn’t want to see what Kuai’s initial reaction to seeing his dick was. After a couple of seconds he opened them, just in time to watch Kuai licking his lips.

“I can work with this,” Kuai hummed in approval, before holding up a single finger and making a spinning motion with it. “Let me see you.”

Hanzo held his breath as he awkwardly did a full turn. When his back was to Kuai, he heard a low whistle from the other man. He knew Kuai was pushing his luck to try and get Hanzo to admit he hadn’t thought this all the way through. Hanzo was stubborn, he’d agreed to this, letting Kuai do whatever he wanted.

And at this point, he was curious just what Kuai had in mind.

Once he was facing Kuai again, the other man was lent to one side, using his hand to prop his head up. He’d put his wine down on a table next to him for now, the hand that had been holding it at his own crotch, rubbing and pushing down against it.

“So, do tell me,” Kuai started with a groan, “have you ever been fucked before?”

“Yes, Sir, I have had sex before.”

Kuai released his crotch and held up a single finger again, this time waggling it back and forth.

“No, that’s not what I asked, love,” Kuai said in a tone that was somehow a mix between sing-song and threatening. “I asked have you ever been fucked before?”

Hanzo swallowed, now understanding Kuai’s real meaning. He wasn’t questioning if Hanzo had ever had sex before. He was questioning if Hanzo had ever bottomed before. Of which, there was only one answer…

“No, Sir, I have not.” He looked away as he said that, not because he was particularly embarrassed by it, but because he realised that Kuai might have been right. He had no idea what he was letting himself in for. He was so woefully unprepared to be in this position.

“Well then.” Kuai pushed himself to sit up straight, leaning forward and grinning wide. “I guess I’ll have to train you to be able to take cock then, won't I?”

Hanzo couldn’t believe how much of an effect that one sentence had on him. He felt a shudder down his spine and a fire in his gut, his cock almost twitching in interest at the thought. He’d never believed he would enjoy being submissive in the bedroom, but now he was starting to wonder if he’d been wrong. And Kuai clearly knew the effect he was having, and was revelling in it.

“Come here,” Kuai ordered, sitting back again and gently patting his lap.

Hanzo began to approach, and when he was close enough, Kuai grabbed his hands. He allowed Kuai to move him and position him as he wished, and soon enough he found himself lying across Kuai’s lap, ass up in the air and his slowly hardening cock pressing against Kuai’s thigh. Kuai’s hand was on his ass, fingers pressing in as he groped at the muscle and Hanzo had to suppress a moan.

And then, suddenly, Kuai swatted his hand against Hanzo’s ass.

Hanzo yelped and jolted, doing his best to twist and glare at Kuai in the hopes for an explanation.

“You tried to lie to me, so you need to be disciplined.” Kuai’s answer didn’t help, so Kuai rolled his eyes slightly before adding “you tried to escape my question about if you’d ever been fucked before.”

He brought his hand down again, making Hanzo groan. “I- I didn’t-”

“You did.” The hand came down again, and once more, Hanzo felt that heat begin to build inside him. “Please stop lying to me.”

“S-Sorry Sir,” Hanzo breathed out as he felt another slap connect with his ass. He could feel his cock growing hard between his stomach and Kuai’s thigh. He couldn’t believe this was actually turning him on. “I- I just misunderstood the question.”

Kuai hummed in vague interest, slapping a couple more times, before stating “I will show you some mercy for now.” His hand began to rub Hanzo’s ass in circles, kneading the flesh as if to soothe it. “Just try not to lie again. I don’t appreciate it.”

“Yes Sir,” Hanzo sighed in relief, although he couldn’t believe that internally his mind was screaming for more. He actually debated doing something that could provoke Kuai into starting the spanking again.

Until he felt a finger trace down his crack, and then rubbing around the rim of his hole.

Hanzo gasped at the sensation, just the single digit probing at him, almost threatening to breach him but not actually doing so.

“So tight, you really are untouched, aren’t you?” Kuai commented, his other hand coming to part Hanzo’s cheeks slightly. “Lucky me, getting to be the first one to take you.”

Hanzo almost whined in protest when Kuai took away his finger. He tried to look over his shoulder, to find Kuai grabbing what looked like a vial of oil. He used his thumb to pop open the lid, before slowly pouring the liquid between Hanzo’s cheeks. As Hanzo felt it trickle down and over his hole, Kuai’s finger was there, rubbing around the rim again, smearing the oil all over.

“Relax,” Kuai told him, as he began to press his finger inside. Hanzo gasped, and admittedly did the complete opposite of what he was ordered, clenching up. Kuai sighed, pausing his action and bringing his other hand to press down on Hanzo’s shoulder blades. “I need you to relax, it’ll be less uncomfortable for you if you do. Trust me.”

The words trust me sounded like they came from many personal experiences. Hanzo had no doubt about that. Taking a deep breath, he tried to let himself relax, doing his best to at the very least stop clenching. This seemed to be what Kuai was looking for, as Hanzo felt that finger start to push inside him again. As strange as the sensation was, he tried to stay as neutral as possible, even as he felt it go deeper. Soon he felt Kuai’s knuckles brush against his ass, telling him the finger was as deep as it could go.

Honestly, Hanzo wasn’t sure what he felt right now. It was weird, definitely not like what he expected, but not terrible. Then the thought occurred that this was just one finger, and his hole was clinging to it so tightly. How the fuck is a cock ever supposed to fit in there?

He felt Kuai pull the finger back slightly, before pressing back inside. Again, Hanzo couldn’t quite figure out what he thought. He was just going to have to keep going and see what happened. Kuai began to pump the finger in and out, deliberately trying to coat Hanzo’s inner walls with as much oil as he could. The point of his actions didn’t seem to be pleasure but preparation.

And then Hanzo felt a second finger pressing against the rim.

As he felt the tip pop inside, he couldn’t escape the loud moan at the way it began to stretch his hole. As it joined the first finger, he began to feel them both worm their way inside him, his walls struggling to accommodate him. He could feel himself trembling, his cock rock hard against Kuai Liang’s thigh.

“Oh my,” Kuai purred, twisting his fingers as he drove them deeper. “This wrecked from just two fingers? You’re going to be a complete mess by the time I’m done with you, aren’t you?”

“I-” Hanzo couldn’t get out an answer, as he felt Kuai’s fingers brush against something inside him, and all that came from his mouth was a pathetic whine.

Kuai noticed this reaction, and his fingers were immediately searching for that spot again. It was so obvious when he found it, because every time his fingers pressed against it, Hanzo made more of those desperate noises. The fingers gently prodded at it, practically massaging that spot and turning Hanzo into a shuddering mess.

“Good to know,” Kuai said under his breath, something Hanzo didn’t understand and guessed he wasn’t supposed to hear.

He couldn’t help the noise of protest when Kuai Liang pulled his fingers out completely.

“Shh, that was just to slick you up and start stretching you out,” Kuai informed him, once more manhandling Hanzo to get up and off his lap. “I have a better idea to stretch you properly and make sure you’re ready for me.”

Kuai stood up, guiding Hanzo to around where he’d previously been standing when he stripped down. Hanzo watched as Kuai flicked his hand out, summoning magic and focusing it towards the floor. Ice began to take form on the floor. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realise what Kuai had created.

A cock. Made of ice. Standing proud on the floor.

“I… Don’t understand,” Hanzo muttered, staring at it before looking back at Kuai.

“Think of it as training wheels, if you want.” Kuai grabbed Hanzo’s chin and forced him to look back at the cock. “You are going to ride it, and every so often, I am going to increase the size, until I’m certain you can take the real thing.” That made sense Hanzo guessed, although it sounded a bit embarrassing. Kuai’s hand caressed his cheek. “It’ll feel better than going straight from a couple of fingers to a dick.”

He felt Kuai slap his ass again, before pulling him forward. Next thing Hanzo knew he felt himself being pushed down onto his knees. Kuai was down with him, placing Hanzo’s hands on his shoulders, while his own hands found Hanzo’s hips and he began to position him. Hanzo felt the cold ice press against his hole, and his fingers dug into Kuai’s skin. And then he was being pushed down, and the ice cock began to work its way inside him, stretching him more than Kuai’s fingers ever could.

“That’s it, just stay relaxed,” Kuai whispered words of encouragement, continuing to press Hanzo down.

It was cold, and caused a shiver to go up his spine as it began to press deeper than Kuai’s fingers had. He threw his head back slightly as he slipped down low enough for the majority of it to be settled within him. He looked towards Kuai, seeking guidance or assurance, something to know what the hell he was supposed to do now.

“Now use your knees to lift yourself up slightly,” he instructed, helping lift him up with the grip on his hips. Hanzo did as he was told, biting his lip as he felt the ice cock slowly leave him. Kuai stopped him when just the tip was still inside, before beginning to push him back down. “You’ll want to keep lifting yourself up and down like that.”

Kuai let go of Hanzo’s hips, clearly intending for Hanzo to try and do the work for himself now. He tried, lifting himself up ever so slightly, but slowly letting himself fall back down. It felt bizarre, having something moving inside of him, but it was absolutely getting to the point that he couldn’t deny how good it felt.

“Good,” Kuai growled in approval, before slowly peeling Hanzo’s hands off his shoulders. Hanzo whined, but found the other man pressing them back, until Hanzo was propping himself up using his arms. “Use your arms to balance yourself, but keep them behind your back.” Kuai grabbed Hanzo’s chin and teasingly ghosted his lips over Hanzo’s, as if to promise a kiss that never came. “I want to be able to see you.”

And then Kuai peeled himself away, walking back over to his chair where he sat down, picking back up his wine to be a casual voyeur to Hanzo fucking himself. Hanzo did as he had been instructed, lifting himself on his knees and leaning his weight on his arms, sliding up the cock until he reached the tip and then allowing himself to essentially fall back onto it.

He was slow at first, unsure of his actions and if he was doing the right thing, but the more he repeated the motion, the more he found himself getting into a rhythm. His ass began to relax, making it easier for the ice to go in and out. Kuai watched him intently, still sipping his wine with one hand, and the other once more palming his own crotch.

Then, as Hanzo lifted himself up, Kuai flicked his wrist. Hanzo heard a crack underneath him, and on his descent he realised the ice had gotten slightly thicker. He remembered what Kuai had said about using it to stretch him, and as his ass swallowed the ice, he took a second to try and get used to the new size.

He resisted the urge to stall for too long, aware of Kuai’s still intent gaze. Once again, he began the same actions, slowing down to try and allow himself to adjust. This time, he found getting into the rhythm a lot easier, and he was once again fucking himself down on it at a steady pace.

It continued like this for a while, Kuai would flick his wrist, increasing the size, Hanzo would slow down to get used to it, and once he did, Kuai would increase the size again, and the whole cycle would repeat. Hanzo had no idea how long it’d been. It felt to him like he’d been here for hours, just fucking himself for Kuai Liang’s amusement, but it was realistically more like minutes. All Hanzo knew was that fire in his stomach built every time the ice was buried deep inside him and his cock was now fully hard and bouncing with every movement he made.

Kuai’s eyes never left him, he watched for every reaction, every moan, every facial expression and even every time Hanzo’s cock twitched in interest. He was still fully clothed, but Hanzo could see the outline of his cock in his pants, practically begging to be set free.

Hanzo suddenly realised Kuai hadn’t increased the size of the cock in a while. Yet his interest stayed the same, like he was waiting for something to happen. It was while he was pondering this, that he let himself fall down, and as he did, the ice brushed against that same spot Kuai’s finger’s had previously been abusing. Hanzo wasn’t sure what came over him, all he knew was that the action had him practically screaming, screwing his eyes slightly shut and a realisation that his crotch had become particularly wet.

As he slid his eyes open, he looked down at himself, and with the white now painting his thighs and the floor, he realised he’d just come.

“Wonderful,” Kuai commented, and when Hanzo looked back up the other man was clapping slightly. It was then Hanzo realised that this was exactly what Kuai had been waiting for. The wine glass was empty on the table, and Kuai reached for the vial of oil once more, before pushing himself up onto his feet. “I think you deserve a reward for putting on such a good show for me.”

Hanzo wasn’t sure what the reward would be, but something about the idea made him eager for it. As Kuai reached him, he stared up in what he could only describe as need. Kuai smirked once again, reaching down to gently brush some of Hanzo’s hair from his face.

Then Hanzo was once more being rearranged. He was pulled off the ice, and then was pushed back down against the floor. He heard the previous ice being broken, before a hand was taking his wrists and pinning them above his head. Something cold encased them, and when he looked up, there was a thick layer of ice keeping them restrained. When he looked back down, Kuai was running a hand down his torso, looking over him in a way Hanzo could only describe as hungry.

“Open your legs nice and wide for me,” Kuai sweetly requested, and Hanzo tried to do as he was asked. 

He was certain this was it, and Kuai was going to use him. Except Kuai was still fully dressed, and seemed to have no intent on stripping himself off just yet. Then Kuai dipped his face low, bracing his hands on Hanzo’s thighs and forcing them apart just ever so slightly wider. Hanzo had no idea what he was doing.

And then Kuai licked a stripe up Hanzo’s cock.

Hanzo gasped at the action, but it was nothing compared to the throaty moan when Kuai took his cock into his mouth and practically swallowed it whole. Hanzo didn’t have time to question it, as Kuai’s head began to bob up and down, lips and tongue trailing along his cock in a way that almost had Hanzo’s hips bucking. He’d never had a blowjob where he wasn’t the one in charge and setting the pace. Watching as his cock slid in and out of Kuai’s mouth, Kuai’s hands on his hips kept him still and unable to meet the other man's movements.

One of Kuai’s hands released its grip, lowering between his legs. He felt the fingers prod at his hole, before slowly beginning to enter him. Hanzo clenched his fists, trying to silence the sinful noises that Kuai was forcing out from the back of his throat. The fingers immediately sought out that one spot again, and when they pressed down against it, Hanzo trembled at the way it made him feel.

He didn’t dare move, aside from arching his back as Kuai’s fingers rolled in circles, practically massaging the spot, while Kuai’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock. The double stimulation was maddening, especially just how skilled Kuai was with both his hand and mouth. He could feel himself begin to reach a peak, and he knew he was close to another orgasm.

“Kuai- Sir- I’m going to-“ He was cut off by Kuai Liang giving a particularly hard suck, knowing what Hanzo was about to say and doubling his efforts to make it happen. Hanzo barely had time to contemplate that before he was loudly groaning, and coming inside Kuai’s mouth.

Kuai kept suckling at him, almost like he was trying to milk Hanzo dry, before finally pulling his fingers free and letting go of Hanzo’s cock with a wet pop. Hanzo watched as Kuai sat up straight, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, letting him see his cum pooling on it. Then Kuai closed it, audibly swallowing, before the pink muscle popped out from between his lips again to show the white substance was now gone.

Fuck. That was one of the hottest things Hanzo had ever seen in his life.

Still he couldn’t think that all this was a bit of a tease. He needed Kuai to fuck him before he completely lost it.

“Please,” he croaked, his voice sounding hoarse. “Please, I need you to-” He cut himself off. He couldn’t say it, the words died on his tongue.

“Need me to what?” Kuai questioned, tilting his head slightly. Hanzo just groaned in response, causing Kuai to chuckle. “I can’t do anything without knowing what you need, Hanzo.”

Hanzo screwed his eyes shut, swallowing his pride as he whispered “I- I need you to fuck me.”

“Hmm, so desperate for it, aren’t you?” Kuai teased, pure delight all over his face at just how needy he’d made Hanzo. He ran his hands up Hanzo’s thighs, making him squirm with want. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Kuai reached for his clothes, slowly pulling it away from his body, piece by piece. But gods, he was being so slow about it. Like he was deliberately taking his time just to wind Hanzo up some more. Eventually he was free of his shirt, and then his hands were hooking into his trousers and pulling them down. As they came down his thighs, they were down enough for his cock to spring free. Hanzo couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath at the sight of it, hard, precum beading at the tip. The thought that it was going to soon be inside him was more exhilarating than he could have ever imagined.

Once free of his clothes, Kuai slotted himself between Hanzo’s legs, hands taking hold of his thighs again and pushing them even further apart. Hanzo felt Kuai’s cock between his legs, rubbing up and down against his hole. Threatening to penetrate but not actually doing so. Teasing him. Fuck. What is it with Kuai Liang and teasing me?

“Please,” he whined pathetically, twisting in his bonds, desperately trying to get Kuai inside him.

Kuai just once more laughed at him, one hand moving to grab Hanzo’s hips, once more keeping him still. With the other hand, he grabbed his own cock, gently stroking it a couple of times. He then used the grip to angle it just right, right against Hanzo’s hole, and begin to push inside.

“Yes,” Hanzo groaned, as he felt Kuai’s cock finally breach him. He still felt a stretch, evidentially Kuai had still wanted his own cock to do some of the work in that respect, but it didn’t hurt. In fact, how full he felt was wonderful.

“Ah, perfect,” Kuai growled as he bottomed out, hands digging into the flesh of Hanzo’s hips. “So perfect. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

Hanzo didn’t get a chance to reply, as Kuai swiftly pulled back before driving straight back into him. Kuai thrust a couple more times, changing his aim slightly with every movement. Hanzo groaned lightly, but then Kuai’s cock drove into that same damned spot that had previously driven him to orgasm, and he was practically mewling. Kuai had found what he wanted, and Hanzo knew the man was going to abuse it without mercy.

Kuai gave a hard thrust as if to make sure, Hanzo practically jolted at the wave of pleasure that came over him. And after that, it was like the floodgates opened. Kuai began to roll his hips, forcing his cock in and out of Hanzo’s hole with purpose. He didn’t even slowly build up his speed, just went straight into overdrive, fucking Hanzo hard and fast. With every thrust forward, Hanzo’s entire body was shoved, his cock, somehow growing hard again and aching for attention.

“Feels good, right?” Kuai managed to growl out between his own laboured breaths, moaning himself with every thrust he made. “You feel so fucking good around me, Hanzo.” Hanzo could feel Kuai’s fingernails digging into his hips. “Can’t believe no one else fucked this hole before me, it’s so god damn perfect.”

Hanzo couldn’t even think about speaking, all he could do was cry out like a whore as Kuai used him. He focused on the sensation of his hole giving way for Kuai’s cock, the way his toes curled from the pure pleasure he was feeling. How the fuck could he ever have sex with any other person, knowing this was how good it could feel with Kuai Liang?

He choked on spit, realising he was going to cum yet again.

“G-going to-“

“Are you going to come again?” Kuai asked, somehow thrusting even faster at the idea. “Go on then, come for me.”

God, why was it like that was a command that his body felt it had to instantly obey? Hanzo’s back arched completely off the floor, eyes screwed shut and tears in the corners of his eyes as he felt his own cum shoot all over his chest. Kuai Liang paused, burying himself as deep as he could, groaning at the way Hanzo clenched around him. He reached a hand forward, drawing a finger through the cum pooled on Hanzo’s chest, just playing with it, smearing it further across Hanzo’s skin.

“You are coming a lot, aren’t you?” Kuai taunted, taking a small amount of Hanzo’s cum on one of his fingers, and bringing it to his lips to lap it off. “I’d almost think you’re really enjoying yourself.” All Hanzo could do was make a small moan of agreement. “Do you like me using you, Hanzo? Do you like taking my cock like a good little whore?”

“Yes,” Hanzo whispered, causing Kuai to bark out a laugh.

“Welcome to my world,” Kuai chuckled, and started to rock his hips again. “I’m usually the one in your position, though how the fuck could I resist a hole this good?” Kuai dragged his nails lightly down Hanzo’s sides, and once more took a bruising grip on his hips. “Should I cum inside you? Fill you right up?”

“Yes!” Hanzo was shocked at his own eagerness, even as he continued to beg “please cum in me!”

“As you wish~”

Kuai picked up the pace, chasing his own pleasure now. It didn’t take too long for his movements to become erratic, and the next thing Hanzo knew he felt Kuai pressing in as deep as he could go, and then he felt his walls being painted with Kuai’s seed. Kuai thrust a couple more times, emptying himself completely within Hanzo, before finally retreating.

Hanzo lay there, panting and desperately trying to get air back into his lungs. And it was as he was lying there, believing he was truly spent, that he realised his cock was growing hard again. Or… Had it ever gone soft in the first place? He usually had a high drive, and could usually last a couple of rounds, but never like this.

Next thing he knew, Kuai was kneeling beside him, breaking the restraints and sitting him up. Hanzo felt a glass being pressed to his lips, and he greedily began to gulp down the water he was offered.

“We aren’t done, by the way,” Kuai casually informed him, and Hanzo almost choked on the water from how blunt it was. “I just thought you’d appreciate a water break.”

Hanzo pushed the glass away, swallowing what was in his mouth before asking “you still want to go?”

It dawned on him how hypocritical that question sounded when his own cock was lying at full mast between his legs.

“I warned you I was insatiable.” Kuai took a swig of the water himself, before offering it to Hanzo again. “And I have only cum once, in comparison to how many times you have.”

Hanzo huffed, but accepted the water again. He hadn’t realised how thirsty he’d been.

“Of course, we can stop, if you really want to,” Kuai drawled sarcastically, like he already knew the answer.

“No,” Hanzo complained immediately, giving Kuai the answer he expected. “No, I want to continue.”

Kuai gave a triumphant smile at that, drinking what little remained of the water and sliding the glass away off the floor.

“Well then, let’s get back to it.” Kuai held out his hand, and in front of them another cock made from ice materialised. He lent in close to Hanzo’s ear and whispered “I think you know what to do by now.”

“Yes Sir,” Hanzo replied, crawling over to the ice. He shifted so he was knelt above it, trying to line it up with his hole. He felt the cold catch against his rim, and then he was pressing himself down on it.

As he settled, Kuai walked around in front of him, leisurely stroking his cock as he did. He reached a hand forward, tangling his fingers through Hanzo’s hair, and it took everything in Hanzo not to nuzzle into the touch.

“So, tell me Hanzo,” Kuai started, gently patting his cock against Hanzo’s face. “Have you ever sucked a man off before?”

“No Sir,” he replied, trying to ignore how embarrassed he felt by that. After Kuai’s outstanding efforts earlier, he knew he had no hope of matching that.

“I guess I’ll have to teach you that too.” Kuai moved his thumb down to Hanzo’s lips, pressing down on them. “Open wide, try to keep your teeth out of the way.”

Hanzo opened as wide as he could, extremely conscious of his teeth as Kuai began to slide inside him. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting dick to taste like, but it was a little underwhelming, if he was honest. It just sort of tasted like skin.

“Good,” Kuai commented, resting a hand on top of Hanzo’s head. “Now, start to move your head back and forth.”

Hanzo tried to do so, clamping his lips around the length and slowly pulling back. His eyes flicked up to Kuai, trying to read his expression as he began forward again. He misjudged how much of Kuai he could take, as the tip of the other man's cock hit the back of his throat and he immediately gagged. Kuai had taken his entire length with such little effort, he hadn’t expected it to be so hard.

“Easy.” Kuai used his hand to pull Hanzo back to a more comfortable length. “I know I made deepthroating look simple earlier, but you have to have sucked a lot of dicks to get to that level.” He winked slightly and Hanzo couldn’t help but widen his eyes at how readily Kuai could admit his sexual history. “Just take what you can, no need to rush.”

Kuai used his grip on Hanzo’s head to help show him how to move. As Hanzo’s body swayed back and forth, he felt the ice cock begin to slide in and out of him slightly. Not enough to really get him off, but enough to make him desperately want to fuck himself on it again. But right now, he wanted to focus on Kuai Liang, and doing enough of a good job to please him.

“That’s it, you’re a natural,” Kuai groaned, lightly thrusting his hips to meet Hanzo’s face as he drew forward. “Try to use your tongue a bit.”

Hanzo wasn’t entirely sure how, but he pressed his tongue upwards against Kuai’s cock and let it trail along the length. The throaty moan and way Kuai’s fingers tangled in his hair indicated this was the correct action.

“God, yes, so good.” Despite Kuai’s insistence, Hanzo wasn’t entirely sure he was really doing good enough.

He attempted to push forward more, wanting so badly to be able to take Kuai to the hilt, but then it hit his throat and once again he found himself gagging. Kuai sighed, pulling Hanzo off him completely. Hanzo looked up at him pitifully, his own saliva dripping down his chin, as Kuai’s cock hung tantalisingly in front of his face.

“I understand you are trying to please me, but you need to listen to what I’m telling you.” Kuai lightly rubbed his cock at Hanzo’s lips, and Hanzo couldn’t help but mouth at the tip. “You won’t take it all in, not on your first time. Your gag reflex will always kick in. Just take in what you can, it’s what you do with your lips and tongue that matter far more than how deep you go. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” Hanzo replied, pressing a kiss on the head of Kuai’s dick.

“Good.” He held the base of his cock, patting it against Hanzo’s lips a couple of times. “Open up.”

As soon as his mouth was open, Kuai was pressing back in, and Hanzo took his advice, forgoing his attempts to take Kuai whole and focusing instead on his movements. He made sure to purse his lips, using his tongue to lap at and trail along the flesh. He sucked hard on the tip, before making his way back up the length, revelling in the taste of precum building on his tongue.

“There we go,” Kuai moaned. “That’s it, just a little more.”

Hanzo doubled his efforts, sucking on the cock like his life depended on it. He was moaning himself now, the ice cock nestled inside him still rocking with his movements. His own cock was neglected right now, but god he felt it sway between his legs.

Kuai suddenly held Hanzo’s head still, and seconds later Hanzo could taste salt, as something thick began to fill his mouth. Kuai thrust a few more times, before pulling out, and leaving Hanzo with his cum.

Kuai cupped Hanzo’s cheek, and whispered “swallow.”

Hanzo rolled the cum around his tongue for a minute, before attempting to swallow it. Unused to the consistency, he felt himself choke slightly the first time he tried. The second attempt it went down easier, but he still found himself coughing slightly once it was gone.

“Sorry, I should have warned you it’s strange your first time.” Kuai got down onto his knees, all the while stroking Hanzo’s face, and rubbing the saliva still dripping down from his mouth into his skin. “Still, that was excellent, well done.” The proud smile Kuai gave made something inside Hanzo sing with joy. “I think you deserve another reward for that.”

Hanzo was expecting another blowjob, only to be surprised when Kuai twisted his own body, turning his back completely to Hanzo. He was admittedly confused, although Kuai pressed himself backwards, so his back was flush against Hanzo’s chest. He grabbed Hanzo’s hands, bringing them up and wrapping them around his chest, making sure the hands were directly over his pecs.

And then, Hanzo felt Kuai grab his cock, and press it against his hole.

“So here's what’s going to happen,” Kuai started, pausing for Hanzo to moan as his cock was surrounded. Kuai was already lubed up, and Hanzo wondered just when he’d done it. Was this part of Kuai’s plan all along, or does he just like to be prepared? “You are going to fuck me, while also fucking yourself on my makeshift dildo. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” Hanzo breathed out, burying his face into Kuai’s shoulder as he bottomed out. Kuai felt so fucking good around him, he had to savour it for a moment. His fingers dug into the flesh of Kuai’s pecs, grabbing hold of them and marvelling at how soft they felt.

He began pulling back, finding that as his cock slid out of Kuai Liang, the ice sank deeper inside himself. And as he pressed forward into Kuai, the ice slipped out of him. He groaned, if he thought Kuai fingering him and sucking his cock was the heights that double pleasure could bring him, he realised now that he was sorely mistaken.

He could feel his entire body shake as he desperately tried to start a rhythm, but it was so hard when he couldn’t tell which he wanted more. To be seated deep within Kuai Liang or to have the ice cock all the way inside himself. It was like he was chasing two different pleasures and both of them were deliriously good.

Kuai wrapped a hand back, taking hold of Hanzo’s face and pulling it up. It was then that Kuai claimed his lips with his own, Hanzo moaning straight into Kuai’s mouth as he eagerly opened up to let their tongue’s mingle. Kuai accepted the move, swiping his tongue around Hanzo’s mouth and desperately tasting him. Hanzo gave a particularly hard thrust that had Kuai gasp.

Kuai pulled back slightly, still twisted to look at Hanzo the best he could. “Come on Hanzo, you can fuck me harder. I’m not that delicate.”

Hanzo wasn’t sure how the hell he could fuck Kuai harder than he already was doing, but the realisation that it’d mean he was fucking himself harder immediately encouraged him to at least try. His pace had been steady, not exactly slow but not as fast as it could be. He tried to speed up, trying to make his thrusts forward harder. He knew that Kuai probably had that same bundle of nerves that had made Hanzo see stars, but he had no idea how to find that spot in this situation.

“God, yes, that’s it,” Kuai growled, hungrily kissing Hanzo again, “so fucking good for me.” He lightly bit Hanzo’s lip. “First a perfect ass, and also a perfect cock. I’ve hit the jackpot with you, haven’t I?”

“Fuck,” Hanzo groaned under his breath, and by the Elder Gods he was going to cum again. He could feel his movements starting to stutter, not sure if he was trying to get himself to climax faster or if he was attempting to slow down so that this heavenly experience would last longer.

“Are you going to cum again?” Kuai asked, licking at Hanzo’s lips. Hanzo just nodded his head in agreement, squeezing Kuai’s pecs like they were a stress ball. “Good.” Kuai began to rock himself back and force, meeting Hanzo’s own movements. “I want you to cum inside me, pretty boy.”

The pet name caught him so completely off guard, all his efforts to try and not cum completely dissolved, and he immediately shot his load deep inside Kuai Liang. His partner laughed, kissing him again but continuing to move, like he didn’t want a drop of Hanzo’s cum anywhere except his ass.

“You liked being called a pretty boy that much?” He taunted, and Hanzo felt his face going hot again. He’d never been called such a thing before. Handsome, yes. Beautiful, yes. Pretty? No. Pretty boy, not even a combination of words he’d ever think to use for himself. “So many ways I could exploit that.”

“Please.” Hanzo wasn’t sure what he was pleading for. If he wanted Kuai to not use such a weakness against him, or if he wanted him to never call him anything else.

He felt Kuai untangle his arms, and pull himself off Hanzo’s cock. He was removed from the ice, it unceremoniously being broken, and he felt himself once more being pushed to the floor. This time however, Kuai Liang straddled his waist. He reached a hand behind, stroking Hanzo’s cock a couple of times, clearly trying to coax him to hardness again.

To his surprise, it took very little to get his cock interested.

God what is this man doing to me?

Once satisfied, Kuai repositioned himself until he was hovering above Hanzo’s cock, and soon he was lowering himself, while making sure to stuff Hanzo back inside him again. Hanzo groaned, hands balling into fists as he threw his them over his face. Kuai really wasn’t lying when he said he was insatiable. Hanzo wasn’t sure how much cum he had left in him, at this rate he was going to be completely dry for the rest of his life.

Kuai’s ass settled against Hanzo’s pelvis, resting his hands against Hanzo’s chest for stabilisation. He didn’t stay still for long, and soon he was rolling his hips, lifting himself and practically riding Hanzo’s cock into oblivion.

Hanzo’s hands darted forward to grab Kuai’s arms, at least to have something to hold onto. Kuai didn’t seem to mind, and it was clear he was trying to focus on himself this time, Hanzo practically just a glorified sex toy for him to use. Even so, Hanzo felt the way Kuai clenched around him, and wondered if this was the same thing Kuai had felt when he was the one topping.

“Gods, you are so big,” Kuai groaned in wonder as he forced Hanzo’s cock as far as it would go. “Best cock I’ve had in years.”

Well. That was definitely a nice stroke to Hanzo’s ego.

Even so, rather than smugly revelling in such a compliment, he found himself absolutely mesmerised by Kuai instead. Way his body moved, how his muscles flexed from the actions, how effortless this all was. He didn’t even look half as worn out as Hanzo felt, barely breaking out in a sweat. It was like he could go on all night and not get tired. His face was contorted into pure pleasure, his mouth open and tongue hanging out, eyes alternating between wide open and screwed shut.

Fuck, Hanzo was beginning to wonder if he’d died and gone to heaven at this point.

Kuai let out a loud moan, throwing his head back as he came, shooting all over Hanzo’s chest. The way his ass clenched around Hanzo was enough to send him over the edge as well, and soon he found himself cumming inside the other man once again. Kuai rolled his hips a couple more times, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.

This time, Hanzo didn’t think there was any way for him to get hard again. Satisfied as he was, there was just no way. His dick was practically dead, and no amount of resuscitation was going to bring it back.

As Kuai finally got off him, Hanzo practically went limp on the floor, closing his eyes. He felt a pair of lips press against his cheek, and when he opened his eyes Kuai was nuzzling against his face.

“Think you can last just a little longer?” Kuai asked, and Hanzo resisted the urge to laugh in his face. Insatiable was an understatement. “I just want to cum one last time. You don’t have to do anything except be a warm hole for me to fuck.”

God, Kuai was trying to kill him, because he swore to the Gods that if it could, his dick would have gotten rock hard from that last sentence alone.

“Okay. One more time.” He agreed with a smile. Even if he was done, there was a weird satisfaction in knowing Kuai could still find use for him.

“Thank you.” Kuai kissed the tip of Hanzo’s nose, before gently flipping him onto his stomach.

Hanzo lay still in wait, feeling Kuai press himself against Hanzo’s back. He could feel Kuai’s cock probing once more at his hole, before slowly sinking into him. Hanzo moaned, his ass sore, but somehow it still felt so good. Kuai was practically covering him like a blanket, pinning him to the floor. Not that Hanzo could move if he wanted to.

He felt Kuai begin to thrust, practically pounding into Hanzo with such force it knocked the breath out of his lungs. Kuai’s lips were at Hanzo’s neck, mouthing at it and sucking kisses into his skin, marking him. And Hanzo wanted it. He wanted everyone to know who he belonged to, wanted everyone to know that Kuai Liang owned him.

Kuai’s dick was pistoning in and out of him, the other man moaning and groaning into his neck. His arms wrapped around Hanzo’s front, holding him close. There was a possessive note to the action, like Kuai thought someone could take Hanzo away from him. He wanted to assure him that wouldn’t happen, that if Kuai asked him to be his, he would be in an instant. That he and only he would ever have Hanzo in this way.

Hanzo would not submit to anyone else, only Kuai got that pleasure.

Kuai gave a particularly hard thrust, biting into Hanzo’s neck as he did, and Hanzo once more felt the satisfying sensation of being filled with cum. Kuai jerked his hips, before finally unhinging his jaw. Hanzo felt Kuai completely withdraw from him, and he was equal parts devastated it was over and relieved he could rest.

After all, maybe he could convince Kuai to let this happen again some time.

Kuai rounded to kneel in front of him, running a hand through Hanzo’s hair and smiling down at him.

“That was wonderful,” Kuai told him, before reaching to help Hanzo sit up, and eventually stand. “Come, let’s clean you up.”

Hanzo didn’t say anything, just let Kuai lead him off to what he assumed was a bathroom, internally plotting how he’d bring up the possibility of doing this all over again at a later date.

Hanzo was lying back in the bed, staring at the ceiling with his hands on his chest. Now that he was cleaned up and the adrenaline had completely worn off, he was trying to compute what he’d just learnt about himself. If Kuai still refused to help him, he guessed he’d at least discovered what a pleasurable experience being in submission could be. Even if deep inside, he wasn’t sure it’d be that good with anyone other than Kuai Liang.

He looked up towards where Kuai was leaning against a desk, a cigarette in his hand and exhaling the smoke from his nose. Hanzo cleared his throat, feeling like he needed to say something.

“That was… intense,” Hanzo commented, unsure what other word he could use to describe it. He watched as Kuai smirked to himself.

“I did try to warn you.” Kuai shrugged, taking one final drag of his cigarette before putting it out on an ashtray.

“Do you do that a lot?” Hanzo questioned, because the only way he could conceive of Kuai being that skilled in sex was that he’d had a lot of it. Skilled enough to make Hanzo reconsider his entire relationship with sexual intercourse.

“Not… like that.” Kuai grimaced as he pushed himself away from the desk and began to walk over to Hanzo. “Although I suppose the benefit of almost exclusively being the receiver is you learn a thing or two about what feels good and what doesn’t.”

“I see.” Kuai had definitely made comments throughout that suggested he preferred to bottom. But regardless, he was definitely excellent at playing the dominant. “Well… You’re very good at it.”

“Thank you,” Kuai chipperly replied, and Hanzo almost laughed at how proud of himself he sounded.

“So. Does this mean you’ll help me now?” Hanzo didn’t really want to spoil the good mood, but he needed to know the answer. He was relieved when Kuai Liang gave him a sloppy smile.

“Well, that was what we agreed.” He sat down at the foot of the bed, looking at Hanzo with what he’d almost describe as a fond expression. “I will help you get your revenge, Hanzo Hasashi.”

Kuai Liang was a man of his word, thankfully.

“But, I think you probably need a bit more rest before we start talking about that.” And then that previously fond smile turned back into that signature smirk. “I did rather run a number on you.”

“Maybe I should run one on you, just so we’re even,” Hanzo commented without even thinking what he was saying.

Kuai laughed in response, “given what just happened, do you really think you can handle me, Hasashi?”

Hanzo felt his face go hot, as Kuai hopped off the bed. Kuai did seem like he'd be a handful in general in the bedroom, regardless of what role or position he was in. Hanzo felt like he was up to the challenge, even if Kuai clearly didn’t think so.

“That said…” Kuai said with a drawn out drawl, slowly walking away towards the bedroom door. “I certainly wouldn’t say no to riding your cock again, pretty boy.”

Hanzo spluttered at the use of that pet name again, and even without turning around to see him, Kuai began to cackle at the reaction. He didn’t say anything more, just gleefully continued to leave the room, practically skipping with the knowledge he’d gotten under Hanzo’s skin that much.

As Hanzo threw himself back down against the bed, he ran his hands down his face and despite himself, smiled.

This was going to be a very interesting alliance.

[theburgessobserver]

Burgess Observer(Aka Frosts town newspaper)FINAL ISSUE!

News!

MAIN HEADLINE:

Hathway wins election by a landslide!

Yes,it's true he won the Presidential elections by a landslide because a landslide blocked his opponents road out of his house and caused him to miss most of the last campaigns which were decisive as he had a lead.But without appearing to address several key states he had a decisive defeat and lost by a mere 0,1 percent of voters!Hathway is a relatively unknown candidate and was at a disadvantage to win,then again he was not known for anything bad either….

Pages 1-6

Local News!

GIANT MIRACLE!

Last night somebody(or somebodies)built an intricate 18 foot snowman of Paul Bunyan.As part of the Burgess snowman competition it won first place by a landslide!But no one has come forth as to who have built it,whoever did it must have done quite some work on this Ice giant as it is very detailed and looks life-like and is well…gigantic with the ice being practically melded together as if by magic.Whoever you are we all would like to thank you(and your team)for this not only is it the biggest snowman made in the county,but it also caused a rapid increase in tourist and sight-seekers visiting.

Pages 7-8

Other headlines

Meteor Mystery

Last night Mt.Palomar picked up an asteroid the size of a small town it was heading towards the western seaboard,Scientist reported i could destroy a large part of the western seaboard and while the ICMs were being ready to knock it off course(or destroy it if neccesary)it dispersed under unknown conditions seemingly by itself and NASA is completely puzzled,to add to it somehow it wasn't seen until it was very close to Earth,and it being unknown why it wasnt picked up until then. According to experts its calculated impact point was Arcadia Oaks Ca.

Pages 9-11

Rescue,Repair and Renovate

After years of neglect ,thanks to a public fund and renewed interest the Local Drive-in theater called Forbidden Theater:The Terror from beyond fear!Is reopening,after being built in the late 40s and thriving for a long time till lower attendance due to the opening of the town cinema,it made a comeback thanks to support and new interest for movie nights in the cold night and fresh air and many daters chosing to go there.They always say theres a nice chill there at night…after some unexplained mysterious occurrences in and around town in recent years the sci-fi,mystery,monster movie craze came back with it.

Pages 12-15

Interview with Professor Bomba

He is a scientist and artist from Danbury, Connecticut he has done quite extensive research on forests and has come up through his years of research of a theory of little people living in the forest.

Alleged Dragon sightings in Canada near Kullersen Fissures-Theories and Explantions

The pride of the W.S.P. Fireball XL5 returns to Space City base in South Pacific after interplanetary exploration mission

Genetically engineered tomato with chemically altered ranch salad dressing experiment damadges 6 city blocks!

And more!

Eyes on the sky!

Weather:Fairly frosty with a chance of snow.

Today the Forbinned Theater presents:

-The BLOB

-Forbidened Planet

-Earth vs the flying saucers

-Destination:MOON!

-Mothra vs Goodzilla

Well this is it!

MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)

AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!

ON MARCH 27TH!!!

This is the last thing i will publish till the story arc with a prologue on 26th and the story starting on 27th this will be an event you wont want to miss with several ties to the past.(And lets be real he would win any snowman competition by a long-shot!)

It seems as though Jack will be off the naughty list for that.

And I see he likes to watch movies and have some fun while watching them.(And if it werent for him it might not even have been reopened)

Always helping his town directly or indirectly.

Who built the Giant Statue?The same who did the snowflake Formation(Wrong answears only please.)

[rotm-channel]

Burgess Observer Issue 5

News!

MAIN HEADLINE:

Hathway wins election by a landslide!

Yes,it's true he won the Presidential elections by a landslide because a landslide blocked his opponents road out of his house and caused him to miss most of the last campaigns which were decisive as he had a lead.But without appearing to address several key states he had a decisive defeat and lost by a mere 0,1 percent of voters!Hathway is a relatively unknown candidate and was at a disadvantage to win,then again he was not known for anything bad either….

Pages 1-6

Local News!

GIANT MIRACLE!

Last night somebody(or somebodies)built an intricate 18 foot snowman of Paul Bunyan.As part of the Burgess snowman competition it won first place by a landslide!But no one has come forth as to who have built it,whoever did it must have done quite some work on this Ice giant as it is very detailed and looks life-like and is well…gigantic with the ice being practically melded together as if by magic.Whoever you are we all would like to thank you(and your team)for this not only is it the biggest snowman made in the county,but it also caused a rapid increase in tourist and sight-seekers visiting.

Pages 7-8

Other headlines

Meteor Mystery

Last night Mt.Palomar picked up an asteroid the size of a small town it was heading towards the western seaboard,Scientist reported i could destroy a large part of the western seaboard and while the ICMs were being ready to knock it off course(or destroy it if neccesary)it dispersed under unknown conditions seemingly by itself and NASA is completely puzzled,to add to it somehow it wasn't seen until it was very close to Earth,and it being unknown why it wasnt picked up until then. According to experts its calculated impact point was Arcadia Oaks Ca.

Pages 9-11

Rescue,Repair and Renovate

After years of neglect ,thanks to a public fund and renewed interest the Local Drive-in theater called Forbidden Theater:The Terror from beyond fear!Is reopening,after being built in the late 40s and thriving for a long time till lower attendance due to the opening of the town cinema,it made a comeback thanks to support and new interest for movie nights in the cold night and fresh air and many daters chosing to go there.They always say theres a nice chill there at night…after some unexplained mysterious occurrences in and around town in recent years the sci-fi,mystery,monster movie craze came back with it.

Pages 12-15

Interview with Professor Bomba

He is a scientist and artist from Danbury, Connecticut he has done quite extensive research on forests and has come up through his years of research of a theory of little people living in the forest.

Alleged Dragon sightings in Canada near Kullersen Fissures-Theories and Explantions

The pride of the W.S.P. Fireball XL5 returns to Space City base in South Pacific after interplanetary exploration mission

Genetically engineered tomato with chemically altered ranch salad dressing experiment damadges 6 city blocks!

And more!

Eyes on the sky!

Weather:Fairly frosty with a chance of snow.

Today the Forbinned Theater presents:

-The BLOB

-Forbidened Planet

-Earth vs the flying saucers

-Destination:MOON!

-Mothra vs Goodzilla

Well this is it!

MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)

AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!

ON MARCH 27TH!!!

This is the last thing i will publish till the story arc with a prologue on 26th and the story starting on 27th this will be an event you wont want to miss with several ties to the past.(And lets be real he would win any snowman competition by a long-shot!)

It seems as though Jack will be off the naughty list for that.

And I see he likes to watch movies and have some fun while watching them.(And if it werent for him it might not even have been reopened)

Always helping his town directly or indirectly.

Who built the Giant Statue?The same who did the snowflake Formation(Wrong answears only please.)

[quiet-kunoichi]

‘i hate that i think of you.’

[ some old ask meme || an old 'anon' ask ] ‘i see that you let yourself in.’

Words carry themselves across the tendrils of cigarette smoke that caress his silhouette like the fingers of a tender lover. Despite her decision to maintain this distance by lingering in the doorway of her own balcony, Kimiko can feel the undeniable itch of jealousy; how she longed to be the one to envelop him within the cage of her arms, be the vice he placed between his lips and so hungrily sucked in.

It’d been a little over a month since they’d last seen eachother— the murky details of their erroneous argument float just out of reach of her, now. She’d much prefer to bury the hatchet than keep digging her hands into the bleeding carcass of whatever it was that got them both so up in arms just before her departure. Instead of addressing her, the Nara lifts his chin toward the pallid face of the moon. Like she were a dear lover he had so yearned to lay eyes upon again. Perhaps it would be more fitting if the pale silver glow adorning his visage were to bleed autumnal red instead. Fingers twitch at Kimiko's side now, her stare like a fog-beam slicing through the haze between them; fixated upon his stoic profile.

“I told you that I would come back in one piece.” But she was far from unmarred. It was meant to reassure, maybe even a poor attempt at rousing the mood with a pensive jive at what fragments of their argument she could remember. In truth, Kimiko was exhausted down to the very weariness whittling away at her bones. What was intended to be a ten day mission had slipped through her fingers and became thirty four, each more grueling than the last. At the preliminary meeting, Shikamaru had become downright prickly at the discussion of the unsavory details. The Hokage’s right hand man turned on the sharpened edge of a knife and suddenly advised against sending Kimiko into the unfavorable odds of survival. The very act had not only instigated certain conflict between the clandestine paramours, but it was a blow to her pride that the thorny Tamashi would not passively allow. The particulars come trickling back to her now, a cold breeze biting the exposed skin of her throat and serving a reminder of how she’d practically rung his neck for such an irrational ploy. Thinking with the selfish wiles of his heart rather than the calculating and bitterly cold logistics of his brain. She had really laid into him, stressing the imaginary threat of their ‘secret’ being revealed despite how the village was already tittering their theories to anyone who might care to listen. In actuality, his dispute on her assignment to such a dangerous mission revealed much more to the Tamashi— the obvious flicker of disdain in his countenance the morning she finished packing her gear, knowing he had to see her off and remain put. Like a dog tethered to its leash. Kimiko had been well aware of the risks, but those specific statistical calculations on her survival were what haunted his own psyche. She’d never seen him so worked up. Rather than linger on the depth of his thinly veiled concern, rather than dare to think about how that reflected upon how much he must care about her, Kimiko preferred instead to feel undermined. To convince herself that he did not trust her capability to complete this mission with her life intact. And thus the argument had gotten away from them, and then she had departed without bothering to potentially endure an apology on either end. Now here they were. She despised that he had yet to say a word, nor had he even dared to offer so much a glance in her direction. Yet he had taken her balcony hostage, the glass door to her bedroom already open and letting in a vengeful draft by the time she had finally returned to her living space. Molten stare now chilly with a layer of ice as she analyzes him as she would a threat; a stranger— since he had yet to display any extension of familiarity her way. His mandible flexes, a gnawing motion observed as though he were chewing on the message he wished to convey. One would assume he’d have a whole arsenal of snarky remarks to sling her way, what with the numerous cigarette butts that litter about his feet like a scatter of burnt out stars. It was clear that he’d taken refuge here for more than a mere day. Altogether, Kimiko had been held for three days at the hospital for treatment of various wounds. It was a wretched truth that she found herself anxiously anticipating his visit every time the door to her room opened. And although she had been the one to eagerly expect an arrival that never came, this damned man had the audacity to appear more tortured as he finally slung a lazy glance back at her over the arc of his shoulder. Sleep had not been a chief visitor for Konoha’s advisor, this much was certain. Shadowy crescent moons hang beneath his sunken stare. With a look alone, all the fire poised at the tip of her viper's tongue dissipated into ash. She holds herself perfectly statuesque as he speaks at last, his voice gravelly and almost hoarse — as though he'd been screaming. [ ‘i hate that i think of you.’ ] That mass of thumping muscle lodged in her throat now floated down into the recesses of her stomach; weightless like a feather and heavy like a stone.

And all she can do is exhale the plume of every viciously cutting and otherwise emotionally detached response she would have otherwise rattled off. He had tormented himself enough, she surmised. Instead of hard-launching them into yet another aimless argument, Kimiko takes the strategically advantageous route and decides to ceasefire. Willing past the rigor of her muscles, Kimiko breaches the endless hallway of distance between them with a few short strides. Frigid fingers pluck the abused cigarette from his pursed lips and fits the filter snugly between her own. Hues of doused ochre holding his stare as she takes a long drag from his vice, not bothering to return it while she flicks the ash aside and blows a billow of smoke into the starless night. The next step in this attempt at snuffing out this estrangement between them started with a touch. Rather than subliminally guard herself against him with her free hand folded across her chest, Kimiko reaches up and smooths out a stubborn wrinkle in the collar of his jacket. Fingers then tuck some unruly Nara hair back into place before her open palm gently grasps his shoulder and slides down his arm to hold securely above his elbow. This was an preemptive act to ensure success in her final step: guiding him back inside. “Then do us both a favor and stop being a damn genius for the night.” Though there was still much left physically unsaid between the two, they knew one another's silent languages well enough to discern what they didn't have the courage to speak aloud.

‘you left me.’ / ‘i came back for you.’ ‘i waited for you.’ / ‘come to bed with me.’

[noxianwilled]

His claws were firm on the balcony rail, framing the Bastion's crenellation. A clouded sky set the scene, with threats of a storm brewing from the North; and so the Grand General's pet had perched quietly on his pauldron, feathers ruffled by an unseen breeze. His guards, a couple of unadorned legionnaires, stood on the other side of the door, leaving him as easy a target as any. When expecting the company of an assassin, it was a show of good manners to ensure the privacy of shadows, after all.

"So, the rumors are true. I will be sure to send our condolences." He begun solemnly, a comment seemingly directed at nobody but the bellowing sky. There was, however, a second glass set on the table behind him, awaiting the fill of sweet Ionian red. How exactly he knew to expect her arrival, would be left untold. But in his pensive glare at the restless capital below, one could almost suspect a hint of trepidation at the questioning that was to come.

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It would be so easy to kill him.

The guards are too distant to reach the Grand General before her blade is at his throat, and two of them alone would hardly be enough to stop her regardless. Katarina could think of myriad ways she could sneak on him unnoticed until steel drew blood, and a variety more escape routes through which none would know she had been there at all. If he had sent her to die, that would have been a merciful end; if he had not, she found few things made men as cooperative and forthcoming with the truth as their prospective deaths.

And yet, as she watches from the shadows, Katarina knows it is purposeful. Rather than protect himself against the obvious threat, he invited her in as a guest. Isn't it a familiar welcome? She had known him since childhood, an extension of her own family; though that is the curse in itself, perhaps. Family had only ever betrayed or abandoned her — in this light, his deeds were but a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled.

It could be a trap, even if she had been careful enough to check the perimeter before approaching at all. In her state — one of her favorite daggers broken, too few knives left for comfort, bruises and injuries she hadn't yet healed of after her fall — perhaps Swain himself could take her down; he is a veteran, not a frail old man. Jarvan III had gone without a fight, yet a noxian like the Grand General would scarcely meet such a meek end.

The storm is as if come with her, as Katarina drops down from the roof without a sound. Fury blazes within her chest, shines like wildfire in green eyes, the feeling uncomfortably familiar as she stands before a man who wanted her dead.

Yet father had made his sentence obvious in the weapon of choice, at the very least. There were no second chances under Marcus Du Couteau, not even for those of his own blood. Swain had been the one to give her another chance, to allow her to stand again by herself after the failure, to prove she was better than that. To say she believed his leadership would have been understatement; it was more than that. It was personal. And that's a mistake all her own, really, when she should know better by now than to allow her feelings to interfere.

But she could never cut her heart out as easily as she would make another stop breathing.

Part of her rage is purely dedicated to the betrayal: that he set her up to fail, that he believed she would, that he counted on it. Revealed presence, nonetheless, shows there is more to it. It infuriates her that there are pieces still missing from the puzzle, and death alone would not give her the answers she sought. She wanted to hear from him the reason why. She wanted to be wrong, though all evidence stained his hands with blood.

Katarina sits at the table nonchalantly, leaning against the back of the chair; one of her smaller knives in hand, she plays with idly, eyes never leaving the General's back. Why is too obvious an opener. She will not go straight for the throat, not yet. "Not the result you expected?"

"A bit late to regret it now — for dear old Jarvan most of all." There is no concealing the wounded undertone of her words, no amount of thundering anger enough to mask it entirely. "But then again, it isn't quite regret if you never meant for the job to be done. You wanted me to fail. I would know why — and I think you should choose your words carefully because what comes next depends entirely on what you say."

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S.U.I.T.S - Outbreak

TERRAN 8 - OUTBREAK

With a rush of adrenaline, Kumiko and Taishi grasped each other's hands tightly and bolted out of the room, only to find themselves a chaotic hallway. Panic gripped the air as people scurried in every direction, their movements fueled by a shared sense of urgency. Overwhelmed by the disarray surrounding them, Kumiko's hand instinctively tapped her temple, a reflex born from the absence of her hub device. Realizing she needed an alternate way to reach her contact, she swiftly retrieved her phone from her pocket and dialed a familiar number.

"Nanako?" Kumiko's voice trembled with worry. "Where are you?"

"In the mess hall with the others!" Nanako's voice crackled. ”Meet us there! It's one floor below you! Hurry!”

In the midst of the chaos, Kumiko's noticed a squad of SUITS agents swiftly maneuvering through the crowd. Intrigued by them, she grabbed Taishi's hand and followed the squad, weaving through the crowd of panicked individuals. Their heartbeats quickening in anticipation of what awaited them when they rounded a corner. A gut-wrenching sight came into view as they emerged from the turn. In the middle of the hallway stood a lone figure, surrounded by lifeless bodies. The scene was drenched in a display of blood, with walls, ceilings, and floor splattered in gruesome patterns. The sight rendered them speechless, their eyes widened with a mix of horror. Their focus fixated on the SUITS agents encircling the figure in the hallway.

"The individual before us will remain silent, detained, and questioned," commanded one of the SUITS agents, with an authoritative voice.

The lone figure remained eerily still, its presence commanding attention. Suddenly, their breath caught in their throats as the figure's head began to split, the skin morphing into two blade-like shapes. Without warning, another SUITS agent unleashed a burst of fire from their arm, aiming it directly at the figure. The fiery projectile hurtled towards the presence, only to dissipate harmlessly upon contact. The figure seemed impervious to the attack. 

As tension mounted in the hallway, a transformation occurred from the third SUITS agent. Ice encased their arm, taking the form of a frozen weapon. Swiftly, before anyone could react, the figure lunged its skin bladed weapon at the unsuspecting agent, their razor-sharp appendages extending with precision. It was a sudden and brutal assault that caught everyone off guard, including the leader of the SUITS squad.

In a flash, chaos ensued as the figure swiftly incapacitated the squad leader, leaving them helpless in its grasp. Panic and urgency gripped the remaining agents, their training and instincts kicking into high gear. Without hesitation, the third agent retaliated, hurling the ice-shaped weapon at the assailant. However, to their disbelief, the deadly shards penetrated the figure momentarily before being absorbed and consumed.

The figure remained ominously still, its bladed extensions slashing through the air recklessly. Kumiko and Taishi stood rooted in fear as they captured a horrifying sight - a multitude of small bladed creatures emerging from the figure's open wounds. The hallway was instantly transformed into a nightmarish scene as the remaining SUITS agents launched a attack against the menacing entity. In the midst of the chaos, Kumiko and Taishi's attention was diverted, watching swarms of small bladed creatures surged forth, scuttling towards nearby corpses and effortlessly taking control of them. Their bodies under the influence of the creatures, turning them into puppets under their command. The number of these eerie creatures grew exponentially

Realizing the danger, Kumiko and Taishi quickly retreated, their hearts pounding in their chests. They navigated through the chaotic hallway, distancing themselves from the threat. As Kumiko glanced back one last time, her eyes filled with dread as she witnessed the bladed figure dispatching the remaining SUITS agents. Lifeless controlled bodies littered the ground, a testament to the entity's terrifying power. Echoes of screams reverberated through the hallway as the swarms of bladed creatures orchestrated their assault on innocent bystanders. The scene became a nightmare, agony and fear mingling in terrified voices.

A dozen SUITS agents raced through the chaotic hallway, seeking refuge near a group of people huddled near the elevator. Aware of the imminent danger and unwilling to risk being cornered by the skin-bladed creature, they quickly agreed that their best course of action was to make their their way to the stairwell instead of waiting for the elevator.

They hastily retreated to the stairwell, descending a floor lower in their escape. As they emerged onto the next level, a devastating scene greeted their eyes – mutilated bodies scattered about, and blood smeared on windows, walls, floors, and even the ceilings.Their senses on high alert, navigating through the grisly hallway. In the midst of their journey, their gaze fell upon another skin-bladed figure, stationed menacingly in the center of the corridor that led toward the mess hall. Its violent, erratic swings of flesh-bladed appendages sent a shiver down their spines.

Reacting swiftly, Taishi summoned ice to coat his hands.  Instead of aiming his icy weapon directly at the figure, Taishi made a last second decision. He hurled his icy weapon towards a nearby window with force, causing the glass to shatter The explosive destruction of the window created a vacuum, drawing everything nearby, including the skin-bladed figure, out into the void of space.

Reacting swiftly to the breach, the station's defense mechanism sprang into action, deploying blast shutters that sealed off the area from the vacuum of space. The immediate danger waned, but they found themselves confronted with a new challenge – the blast shutters had changed their path, forcing them to find a different route to the mess hall.

Their eyes were transfixed on the skin-bladed figure as it floated away, gradually receding from the space station and Earth itself. Uneasiness settled over them as they watched the sight of multiple escape pods launching away from the space station and returning to Earth. As their gaze shifted back to the hallway, a gruesome atmosphere unfolded before them. Dead bodies, mangled and lifeless, littered the once pristine corridor. The walls trailed with  blood, a reminder of the swift brutality that had unfolded upon them. The air felt heavy with horror. 

Kumiko broke the silence, her voice in whispers. ”They're immune to fire and ice," she murmured, A shiver ran down her spine at the realization that their elemental weapons were useless against these otherworldly creatures.

Taishi responded solemnly. "What are they not immune to?" He reached for a firearm near a lifeless body, his fingers wrapping around the bloodied metal trigger. Kumiko mirrored his action, arming herself as they prepared to face the unknown horrors that awaited them.

With weapons firmly in hand, Kumiko and Taishi pressed on, their determination undeterred by the grim sight of the skin-headed creature blocking their path. Before they could engage in the confrontation, their attention was pulled by turn of events. A group of SUITS agents intervened, diverting the creature's attention and quickly securing the creature with energy based weaponry. Although the creature remained secured, it unleashed a horde of smaller bladed creatures from within its body. Thinking quickly, one of the SUITS agents quickly expanded the energy bubble, quickly containing the creatures and the skin bladed figure.

"What are you two doing over there? Come join us," the SUITS agent leader called out to Kumiko and Taishi. Without hesitation, they hurriedly made their way towards the protective circle formed by the group. However, A swarm of bladed creatures descended upon the corridor, their jagged forms and frenzied movements striking fear The urgency of the situation heightened as two separate squads of SUITS agents, including Kumiko and Taishi, engaged the skin-bladed creatures in a battle.

Amidst the clash of weapons and the crackling of energy-based elements, the skirmish unfolded with intensity. Kumiko and Taishi unleashed their arsenal of projectile weaponry upon their adversaries, only to be unsuccessful. The bladed creatures seemed to effortlessly evade and deflect their attacks, their resilience proving more formidable than initially expected. Yet, the energy-based elements wielded by the SUITS agents proved to be successful. Bolts of energy shot through the air, disintegrating the bladed swarms with precision.

As the group fought their way through the hallway, defeating the bladed creatures, a chilling sight caught their attention. Two ominous figures, their bodies adorned with razor-sharp  skin blades, approached menacingly. The air grew heavy with anticipation as the figures halted beneath a flickering light.

Taishi stepped forward, issuing a demand. "Teach us how to use the energy-based elements," he implored,. "We want to help."

The SUITS leader, corrected Taishi's terminology. "It's not just energy-based," he explained grimly. "It's Spiritual Energy, a highly advanced and potent form of energy. The truth is, your assistance would be futile in this fight. We'll hold out as long as possible while you both make your way to the mess hall."

“Thank you,”, Kumiko nodded earnestly. Stepping closer, she reached out and clasped Taishi's hand. Together, they acknowledged the need to follow the leader's instructions, agreeing to press forward towards the mess hall. As the group prepared to depart, Taishi couldn't help but questioned. "What's the plan after we reach the mess hall?" he inquired.

The SUITS leader revealed a truth. "We'll need to detonate the station," he said gravely. "We cannot risk this menace spreading to Earth. Your priority is to evacuate once you reach safety.”

Feeling a mixture of sadness, Kumiko tugged Taishi gently, urging him to join her. Their hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor as they distanced themselves from the SUITS squads, leaving them to face the impending danger alone. Turning to steal a glance behind them, Kumiko's heart sank at the sight that unfolded. A swarm of larger bladed creatures suddenly ran past the skinned bladed figures, converging upon the SUITS squads. Among the menacing swarm were controlled SUITS elemental agents, their once-allied comrades now turned against them. The emergency shutters slammed shut, sealing off the corridor and leaving the SUITS squads to their own fate.

Kumiko and Taishi made a swift entrance into the mess hall, a bustling space teeming with the panicked inhabitants of the space station. Amidst the chaos, Kumiko scanned the surroundings, quickly spotting Nanako and Amy who were frantically waving them over from across the crowded room. Their hearts lifted with relief at the sight of familiar faces. Navigating through the throng of people, Kumiko and Taishi maneuvered through the tight confines. They finally reached Nanako and Amy as they fought through the crowd.

Overwhelmed with relief, Kumiko pulled Nanako into a tight embrace. Her arms wrapped protectively around her friend as she continued scanning the room. "Where are the others?" she asked.

"They returned to the surface yesterday," Nanako explained. "I had decided to wait for you, but while I was in the bathroom, one of those bladed creatures attacked me. Luckily, Amy was nearby and she came to my rescue."

"So, what's the plan now?" Taishi interjected. ”We were specifically instructed to gather in the mess hall and use the elevator for evacuation before the station explodes.”

Amy's confusion mirrored in her voice as she sought clarification. "Escape with the elevator? But they've disabled it," she exclaimed. "And I haven't heard anything about the station blowing up. This is the first time I'm hearing about it.”

Kumiko's voice lowered to a whisper. "SUITS is planning to blow up the station with the remaining inhabitants," she revealed.

Suddenly, a wave of silence rippled in the mess hall. Every occupant of the mess hall turned their attention to a single point, their gazes fixed on the figure standing atop a table in the middle of the room. As Kumiko and the others followed their line of sight, they locked eyes with the station director. The director's presence commanded attention. The room fell into immediate silence.

"I understand your concerns about the situation on the station, but please, we must find calmness and avoid unnecessary worry," The Station Director urged. "Rest assured, we are working diligently to restore the elevator's functionality, and we will ensure the mess hall remains a safe and secured refuge."

A palpable sense of relief washed over the crowd, their anxious breaths calming. Appreciative murmurs and a collective exhale traveled through the mess hall. The director's words served as an anchor, momentarily grounding their fear and offering a glimmer of solace amidst the chaos. Yet, amidst the gradually subsiding unease, Kumiko's keen senses detected a peculiar transformation unfolding within the station director. A creeping dread filled her as she watched the director's features contort unnaturally, the face slowly splitting apart to reveal a horrifying display of skin blades emerging. 

Reacting without a moment's hesitation, Kumiko's reacted as she swiftly raised her weapon, aiming directly at the abomination posing as The Station Director. She fired a single, well-aimed projectile that struck the imposter's chest. The gunshot pierced the air, rousing the attention of everyone within the mess hall. Kumiko's warning cut through the sudden silence. "Run," she implored. Her eyes followed with horror as the fraudulent director's split facade gave way to a swarm of smaller creatures crawling out the open body, unleashed upon the unsuspecting occupants nearby. "Run!" Kumiko's voice rang out.

In the midst of the chaos, the remaining guards stationed in the mess hall sprang into action. Reacting swiftly, they confronted the swarm of bladed creatures, positioning themselves between the horde and thestation occupants. With their determination and skills, the guards fought back, forming a protective barrier that halted the onslaught and shielded those within their reach.

Kumiko, Nanako, Taishi, and Amy moved as a close group amidst the frenzied commotion. The cacophony of panicked footsteps, cries, and erratic movements surrounded them, but they remained focused on one goal—reaching the exit they had entered through mere minutes ago. As they pushed against the tide of frantic occupants, the chaos caused people to scatter in every direction, unintentionally separating them from one another.

In panic and desperation, Taishi, Nanako, and Amy surged ahead, their sights aimed at the exit. However, Kumiko found herself isolated, separated from her companions amidst the surging crowd. Amidst the chaos, she became a lone figure, tossed and jostled by the frightened occupants.  As the panic escalated, the smaller skin-bladed creatures closed in on Kumiko, their sharp appendages poised for attack. Fear and adrenaline coursed through her veins, igniting a primal instinct to survive. 

In desperation, Kumiko fiercely utilized anything within her reach as improvised weapons to ward off the encroaching threats. She swung trays, overturned tables, and grasped at utensils, striking at the razor-sharp limbs with all her might. Despite the frenzied struggle, Kumiko's resolve did not waver. She maneuvered through the chaos, sliding and rolling towards the exit with every opportunity that presented itself. The cacophony of screams and screeches intertwined as she fought her way forward, her body bolstered by sheer willpower. Pandemonium in the mess hall continued to unrelentingly. But within the chaos, Kumiko fought with an unwavering spirit, inching closer to the the exit.

Through determination, Kumiko clawed her way back to her feetJust as despair threatened to engulf her, a lifeline appeared as Taishi and Amyfirmly grasped Kumiko's hand, pulling her away from the chaotic mess hall. Nanakoreacted swiftly to the imminent threat. As a small bladed creature lunged towards Kumiko, Nanako swiftly nocked an arrow onto her bowstring and let it fly. The arrow struck true, thwarting the creature's sinister advance before it could reach Kumiko's vulnerable feet.

The group came together once again, their movements synchronized as they maneuvered amidst the chaotic flood of fleeing occupants. Their eyes remained fixated on the entrance, knowing that the danger still lurks. They quickly made their decision to retreat further into the hallway, away from the chaos.

As the final occupants made their desperate escape from the mess hall, a chilling realization tremored through the air. The sound of screeching and skittering echoed from the entrance as the small bladed creatures surged forward, multiplying in numbers at an alarming rate. The hallway became a battleground, a convergence of fleeing inhabitants and relentless enemies.

In the midst of the chaotic chase, the group found themselves surrounded on all sides by the relentless pursuit of the bladed creatures. Panic threatened to consume them as they searched for an escape route. By instinct, Taishi led them towards the nearby stairwell, seizing the opportunity to descend one floor below to the elevator floor.

With determined agility, they quickly made their way down the stairwell, their pounding footsteps echoing in the cold, foreboding space. As they reached the elevator floor, a scene that greeted them was nothing short of horrifying. The floor was littered with lifeless bodies, the grim aftermath of the bladed creatures' relentless assault. Blood adorned the ceilings, floors, and walls. Despite the gruesome sight, the group pressed on, their focus fixed firmly on their escape.

In a turn of events, the station was suddenly jarred by a subtle tremor, causing the group to halt momentarily in their tracks. But before they could fully grasp the situation, another violent quake shook the station, sending them tumbling about. Instinctively, they approached a station window, their eyes widening with shock at the spectacle before them. Fames erupted from above, engulfing the floors that lay higher in the station. Amidst the chaos, lifeless bodies and sinister skin-bladed creatures were propelled into the vacuum of space.

In the midst of another violent quake, Taishi spoke. "That must be the self-destruct sequence," he declared with urgency. "We need to escape as soon as possible."

Nanako's voice trembled with concern as she voiced the question on everyone's minds. "But where can we go? The elevator is disabled, and the escape pods are gone.”

"There is one way," he declared, his voice firm. "Follow me."

Taishi led the way, his strides propelled by a mix of bravery and desperation. The others followed closely behind, their hearts racing as the station continued to violently tremor at increasing intervals. Moving swiftly through the corridors, their focus gravitated towards the entrance of the space elevator's waiting room. As they arrived, their eyes adjusted to the pitch-blackness that enveloped the room, illuminated only by intermittent blinking lights near the entrance. An eerie silence settled upon them, broken only by the distant growls that echoed

from within the waiting room and the hallway before them.

"Guys," Taishi's voice quivered, urgency evident. "Back up to the corner!"

Nanako swiftly adjusted her stance, aiming her bow towards the waiting room, prepared to defend against any imminent threats. Amy guided Kumiko with a gentle touch, leading her to a corner where Nanako stood, ready to provide support. Taishi took a few steps back, his arm extending with a sweeping motion. As his power surged, ice materialized, spreading rapidly throughout the room, encasing the floor, walls, windows, and ceiling. The frozen shield formed a protective barrier, offering security against their enemy.

Suddenly, a swarm of small bladed creatures and skin-bladed figures materialized in the hallway, their sinister presence sending shivers down their spines. The creatures charged towards the group with unforgiving determination. In the midst of the chaos, a new breed of bladed creature emerged from the waiting room, slamming forcefully against the icy shield. Its relentless assault caused cracks to form, and one of its jagged blades pierced through the barrier, finding its mark in Taishi's body.

"Taishi!" Kumiko cried out, her voice laced with anguish.

The group watched in heart-wrenching despair as the ice shield weakened under the combined efforts of the attacking creatures. The swarm of small bladed creatures joined in, swarming closer, testing the barrier's limits. With Taishi now in the clutches of the formidable creature, Amy and Nanako took aim at the smaller creatures attempting to breach the opening.

Summoning his last reserves of strength, Taishi summoned two ice spears into his hands. With a determined focus, he hurled one of the spears towards the creature, but it had little effect. As he was pulled closer to the monstrous entity, he cast one final loving glance at Kumiko, his gaze offering solace and a tender smile. "I love you, Kumiko," he mouthed. With his final burst of energy, he unleashed the last ice spear towards the window.

Amy, synchronized with Taishi's resolve, invoked her command. "First Shadow: Void Encasement."

With a surge of power, Amy engulfed Kumiko and Nanako in a protective shroud of shadows, layering an additional barrier of defense. As the ice spear shattered the window, a powerful suction force took hold, pulling Kumiko, Nanako, the pursuing bladed creatures, the skin-bladed figures, and the newly emerged monstrosity into the vastness of space. The group watched in both awe and horror as the space station collapsed upon itself, a catastrophic implosion echoing the destruction of their surroundings.

With their protective shroud directed towards Earth, the small bladed creatures and skin bladed figures were left to drift helplessly into the vastness of space. However, the newly emerged monstrosity tightened its grip on Amy's defense, dragging Taishi along with it. Despite its weakened state, the monstrous being persisted, driving its tentacles towards Amy's shattered defense.

As they hurtled through Earth's atmosphere, the once-solid shield crumbled under the relentless assault of the monstrosity. The group found themselves plummeting towards Earth’s surface. In the face of imminent danger, Nanako unleashed a flurry of arrows, aiming to disrupt and weaken the creature's grip. Meanwhile, Kumiko, determined and with limited ammunition, expended her remaining bullets, targeting the creature with precision. Amy, in a display of unwavering resolve, conjured a two-bladed weapon, closing in on the monstrosity and engaging it in a ferocious close-quarter battle.

Together, their efforts merged in a desperate struggle against the overwhelming threat. Their actions were fueled by a combination of survival instinct, determined to protect one another. The group fought with every ounce of strength they had left, pushing themselves to their limits. Their coordinated assault became a dance of determination and bravery, as they clashed with the monstrosity in a violent ballet of survival.

The monstrous creature suddenly delivered a powerful blow to Kumiko, rendering her nearly unconscious. As her body spun uncontrollably, hurtling towards the Earth's surface, the others remained locked in a fierce struggle against the monstrosity. The world swirled in a dizzying blur as Kumiko's vision faded and then blacked out.

Kumiko's breath caught in her throat as she heard her name being called repeatedly. She braced herself, pushing herself up from the ground with determination. As she surveyed her surroundings, the realization washed over her—she was in an unfamiliar forest on Earth. To her right, Amy leaned in close, her hand on Kumiko's shoulder, while on her left stood Nanako, her bow steady and aimed ahead.

Following Nanako's gaze, Kumiko's attention was drawn to the weakened monstrosity lying a few feet away. She watched it growl feeblely as it struggled to regain its footing. Taishi remained pinned by the creature's blade. The monster's presence sent chills down her spine, but it also ignited an inferno of anger within her. Tears welled up in her eyes, fueled by her raging fury.

A furious roar erupted from Kumiko's lips. “I’ll kill this disgusting piece of shit!" As if answering her call, five colossal wooden tails erupted from beneath the ground, their force tearing through the bladed creature's body. The relentless barrage inflicted immense damage upon the monster, causing it to writhe in agony. Unbeknownst to Kumiko, an additional wooden tail joined the others, contributing to the assault, fueled by her rage.

Her tails coiled around the creature’s entire form, ensnaring and immobilizing it. With determination, Kumiko took swift action, severing the bladed tail that held Taishi's lifeless body captive. His body fell to the ground, released from the monster's clutches. The creature struggled in vain, its attempts to escape thwarted by the unyielding grip of the wooden tails.

As Kumiko's breaths came in heavy gasps from the intense exertion of incapacitating the horrifying creature, she moved with a slowness, crawling towards Taishi's motionless body. Tears welled in her eyes, her heart burdened with grief, as she reached him, delicately placing her hand upon his cool cheeks. Kumiko bowed her head, allowing her forehead to gently touch his. "I love you too, Taishi," Kumiko's voice trembled with emotion, her whisper an intimate declaration, as she softly brushed away her tears, her touch gentle and filled with love. Tenderly, Kumiko reached towards his eyelids, her fingers slowly closing them, offering him a peaceful rest.

As Kumiko gathered herself and stood up, she wiped away the tears that blurred her vision. Her next instinct was to check on her teammates for any signs of serious injury. With gentle concern, she assessed their well-being, relieved to find no immediate harm. In a quick motion, Nanako removed the small hub device from her temple, clearly irritated by its noise. Annoyed, she handed it over to Kumiko, who positioned it on her own temple. Almost instantly, Sho's voice resonated through the hub device, filled with worry.

"Nanako? Are you there?" Sho's concern was palpable.

Kumiko interjected. "Sho, please lower your voice. What's happening?”

"Oh, thank goodness you're alive, Kumiko!" Sho's voice burst through with excitement. "Where are you?"

"I'll send you my location," Kumiko replied, her voice steady.

Sho's urgency escalated. "Once we locate you, our mission is to evacuate the entire island of Hokkaido!"

Perplexed, Kumiko pressed for more information. "Why? What's going on?"

In a rush, Sho repeated with urgency, "The disease that spread aboard the space station has now infected a hospital in Hokkaido. SUITS requires our assistance help the citizens evacuate the island.” Surprise and fear flickered in Kumiko's eyes as she met Nanako and Amy’s gaze. 

"It's here," Kumiko whispered with a tremor of fear. "The threat has reached Earth."

[thxnews]

Irish National Deported for Extensive Crimes

Upholding Public Safety and International Justice

A Collaborative Effort for Law Enforcement The recent deportation of Hughie Antony Odonoghue by ERO Boston is a significant example of the effective collaboration between U.S. law enforcement and international justice systems. Authorities removed Odonoghue, a 25-year-old Irish national, from the United States on January 17, due to his involvement in numerous violent crimes and assault charges in Ireland.   ERO Boston's Commitment to Community Safety ERO Boston Field Office Director Todd M. Lyons emphasized the importance of this action, stating that Odonoghue posed a threat to the safety of Massachusetts residents. The removal not only served to uphold public safety but also ensured that New England did not become a refuge for international criminals.  

Chronology of Odonoghue's Criminal Activities

Overstaying and Criminal Convictions Odonoghue entered the U.S. in August 2021 and overstayed his visa waiver. His criminal activities soon came to light, leading to his arrest by the Braintree Police Department in October 2023 for open warrants and larceny from an elderly disabled person.   Court Proceedings and Immigration Detainers Following his arrest, ERO Boston lodged an immigration detainer against him, but he was released on bail and pretrial conditions by Quincy District Court. ERO Boston encountered Odonoghue again at the Norfolk County Sheriff's Office, lodging another immigration detainer.   Conviction and Sentencing In December 2023, Concord District Court convicted Odonoghue of larceny, conspiracy, and home improvement fraud, resulting in a one-year suspended sentence, three years of probation, and a $30,000 restitution requirement. Upon his release, he was transferred to ERO Boston’s custody.  

The Removal Process and International Cooperation

Charging of Removability and Custody Transfer ERO Boston charged Odonoghue with removability due to overstaying his permitted time in the U.S. During his custody with U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE), his substantial criminal history in Ireland, including four active warrants, was revealed.   Deportation and Handover to Irish Authorities On January 17, ERO Boston successfully removed Odonoghue from the United States, subsequently handing him over to authorities in Ireland. This action illustrates the effective enforcement of immigration laws and the commitment to international cooperation in criminal justice.  

Role of ERO and EOIR in Immigration Enforcement

Ensuring Justice and Compliance with Immigration Laws ERO conducts removals of individuals without lawful residence in the U.S., in accordance with orders from immigration judges within the Justice Department’s Executive Office for Immigration Review (EOIR). These judges make decisions based on each case's merits, determining removability or eligibility for relief.  

In Conclusion

The deportation of Hughie Antony Odonoghue by ERO Boston underscores the vital role of U.S. immigration authorities in maintaining public safety and upholding international law. This case highlights the critical importance of cooperation between U.S. law enforcement and global partners in ensuring that individuals with criminal histories face justice and that communities remain safe from international criminal elements.   Sources: THX News & US Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Read the full article

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Industrial CyberSecurity mit XDR-Funktionen

Kaspersky hat seine Lösung Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity um automatisierte, zentralisierte Compliance-Audit-Funktionen erweitert. Darüber hinaus verfügt die Plattform nun über erweiterte Funktionen für Extended Detection and Response (XDR) und Network Traffic Analysis (NTA) sowie eine neue Nutzeroberfläche für eine einfachere Verwaltung. Laut Kaspersky ICS CERT wurden in der ersten Hälfte 2023 auf 16 Prozent der Rechner mit einem Industrial Control System (ICS) in Deutschland schädliche Objekte blockiert. Um der Zunahme und Komplexität von Cyberbedrohungen, die sich gegen industrielle Computer richten, entsprechende Sicherheitsmaßnahmen entgegenzusetzen, bietet Kaspersky Industrial Security ab sofort weitere Funktionen. Bei Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity handelt es sich um eine native XDR-Plattform für Industrieunternehmen, die OT- (Operational Technology) und kritische Infrastrukturanlagen und Netzwerke vor Cyberbedrohungen schützt. Bestehend aus Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity for Nodes, das Endpunkte verteilter Steuerungssysteme schützt, und Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity for Networks, das die Netzwerksicherheit von Automatisierungssystemen überwacht, schützt die Lösung industrielle Automatisierungs- und Steuerungssysteme umfassend vor Cybergefahren. Tiefere Integration und erweiterte XDR-Funktionen Die neue Version von Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity ermöglicht die Nutzung von Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity for Nodes als Endpunktsensor für Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity for Networks. Auf diese Weise können Netzwerkwarnungen – basierend auf Daten über den Host und dessen Netzwerkkommunikation, seinen Prozessen und angemeldeten Nutzern – mit äußerster Präzision generiert werden. IT/OT-Sicherheitsteams, SOC-Analysten und SCADA-Ingenieure erhalten dadurch einen besseren Überblick über verdächtige Aktionen und sind in der Lage, schneller geeignete Gegenmaßnahmen zu ergreifen. Durch erweiterte XDR-Funktionen können Kunden nun die Installationsdatenbank von Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity von einer einzigen Konsole aus verwalten und die OT-Sicherheitsmaßnahmen auf viele große, unterschiedliche und geografisch verteilte Standorte skalieren. Unternehmen haben zusätzlich die Möglichkeit, weitere Lösungen – darunter auch Threat-Intelligence-Portale – von Kaspersky oder Drittanbietern zu integrieren, alle Telemetriedaten zu sammeln und zentralisiert auf Bedrohungen zu reagieren. Automatisierte Sicherheits-Audits Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity bietet jetzt auch ein automatisiertes, zentralisiertes Sicherheits-Audit für Windows, Linux Nodes und Netzwerkgeräte. Mit dieser neuen Funktion können Kunden OT-Hosts oder eine Host-Gruppe automatisch auf Software-Schwachstellen, Fehlkonfigurationen und die Einhaltung lokaler oder internationaler Vorschriften und Unternehmensrichtlinien hin überprüfen. Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity nutzt dafür die Open Vulnerability and Assessment Language (OVAL) und das Extensible Configuration Checklist Description Format (XCCDF). Angereichert um die Datenbank des Kaspersky ICS CERT bietet Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity automatisierte Compliance, die eine Analyse von SCADA-Schwachstellen ermöglicht. Mit Hilfe für die Industrie ausgelegter Datafeeds von Kaspersky erhalten Kunden regelmäßig und unter konfigurierten Parametern die neuesten Informationen über potenzielle und bereits bestehende Cyberrisiken, wobei alle Berichte in der Asset Base von Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity for Networks gespeichert werden. Vorfalluntersuchung durch intelligente Netzwerkverkehrsanalyse Systeme zur Untersuchung des Netzwerkverkehrs (Network Traffic Analysis, NTA) analysieren den Datenverkehr sowohl am Netzwerkperimeter als auch innerhalb der Infrastruktur. Dazu nutzen sie eine Kombination verschiedener Technologien und setzen zur Erkennung von Angriffen Methoden wie Verhaltensanalyse, die Aufstellung von Erkennungsregeln und Indicators of Compromise (IoC) oder Protokollüberprüfungen ein. Mit dem Update bietet Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity nun ein optimiertes industrielles NTA-System und durch die Verwendung eines statischen Analysators eine verbesserte Erkennung von Angriffen wie Brute oder Spoofing sowie Anomalien. Die Kaspersky-Plattform zeigt Netzwerksitzungen an und liefert dem Anwender Informationen über Sitzungsstatus, Ziele, Protokolle und Traffic-Daten, speichert das Traffic-Archiv und ermöglicht erweiterte Einstellungen zur Dokumentation aller Informationen. Kaspersky Industrial CyberSecurity lädt Netzwerkverkehr-Dumps (PCAP-Dateien) zur Untersuchung von Vorfällen hoch und liefert Verkehrsdaten nach Knoten, Protokoll, Zeitbereich und Sitzung. „Kaspersky Industrial Cybersecurity ist ein wichtiger Bestandteil unseres OT-Cybersecurity-Ökosystems“, betont Andrey Strelkov, Head of Industrial Cybersecurity Product Line bei Kaspersky. „Mit dieser neuen Version ermöglichen wir unseren Kunden die Etablierung eines zuverlässigeren, konvergenteren Schutzes ihrer IT- und OT-Anlagen. Durch die nahtlose Integration aller Komponenten innerhalb des Ökosystems sind wir in der Lage, auf Basis einzigartiger produktübergreifender Szenarien immer wieder neue Lösungen und Funktionen zu entwickeln, die für Industrieunternehmen von Bedeutung sind. Neben dem erweiterten Erkennungs- und Reaktionskonzept bieten wir unseren Kunden auch fortschrittliche und flexible Funktionen zur Verwaltung von Cybersicherheitssystemen.“     Passende Artikel zum Thema Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

[lunarscaled]

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11.11 ( POCKY DAY )

-> They aren't sure how many times they had texted Jin with the incredibly specific instructions on approaching their nest: that he should shower not once but two times, to minimize smells; that he should wear new clothes on top of that, straight from the washer if he can; that he should come through the basement door but move slowly, slow enough for their senses to catch up to his every motion without putting them on edge. The faster he moved the more likely they were to perceive him as a threat, and though Lyric's ability to defeat Jin ( and DJ, by extension ) was minimal, it didn't mean they wanted to hurt their friend just because they were going through lizard things. DJ and Jin had both been polite and careful to not turn Lyric into mincemeat when spring rolled around, and they would like to extend the same courtesy since they were preventing Lyric from dying of boredom and isolation. It moved like drooling honey, the pace that must be kept to keep their hackles lowered: the moment they set eyes on him their body had tensed up, spine raised as their tail lashed against the side of their nest, chipping ice and shoving blankets and tshirts around. A growl cracked out of their ribcage and turned hard into a snarl when he stepped too casually, a lurch towards him and over the edge of the snow and ice pile like they were going to attempt to eviscerate him on the staircase from the get-go. ( he slowed. Jin was a kind person, Lyric felt. he didn't want to cause them undue duress if he could. ) They watch Jin crouch slow as they creep over icy basement floor and boxes towards him, the shape of their limbs a little more reptilian and a little less human than they normally were, the joints flexible for the terrain they anticipated being in but ended up stuck in here instead. He had a small bag in one grip, and Lyric's nose twitches when they sniff ( and find the air blessedly free of any traces of sweat or blood or scented body wash. it's just stale cold air, and them. it comforts the territorial part. )

"... is that for me."

-> They come to sit crouched in front of him at the bottom step, staring pointedly at the bag. Even if it wasn't, the part of them that was greedy would demand it to be, and the part that was still yet human wanted something other than raw fish and bone chips to eat. They listen to the noise Jin makes, possibly debating if he should share, but he seems to decide it's better not to test if their patience is shorter when nesting and takes out a box. They watch him open it ( keep their claws to themselves ) and wait for him to hand them a piece. Dark chocolate. They didn't dislike it---it was a nice change of pace compared to all the savory and salty foods they had been eating. They nibble a little at a time, content with his company, a purr rattling their throat.

"... it's good. Thanks."

[iilssnet]

An Analytical Exploration of Russia's Maritime Security and Legal Challenges

Overview of Russia's Maritime Security Concerns === Russia's maritime security has become an increasingly important topic in today's geopolitical landscape. With a vast coastline spanning over 37,000 kilometers, Russia's maritime interests are diverse and complex. This article aims to provide an analytical exploration of Russia's maritime security challenges and legal framework, as well as its historical context and regional dynamics. By examining these factors, we can gain a deeper understanding of the current state of Russia's maritime security and its potential future implications. === Historical Context: Russia's Role as a Maritime Power === Russia has a long and storied history as a maritime power. From the establishment of ports in the Baltic Sea during the reign of Peter the Great to the development of a strong naval fleet during the Soviet era, Russia has always recognized the importance of its maritime interests. The country's navy plays a crucial role in projecting power, protecting its vast coastline, and securing its maritime resources. Additionally, Russia's historical focus on maritime trade has made it a key player in international shipping routes, especially in the Arctic. === Legal Framework: Evaluation of Russia's Maritime Laws === Russia has developed an extensive legal framework to safeguard its maritime interests. The country has ratified various international agreements, such as the United Nations Convention on the Law of the Sea (UNCLOS), which defines the rights and responsibilities of coastal states. Within its national legislation, Russia has established regulations concerning territorial waters, exclusive economic zones (EEZs), and the protection of its natural resources. However, some critics argue that Russia's legal framework lacks transparency and may be subject to political manipulation. === Security Challenges: Threats to Russia's Maritime Interests === Russia faces a range of security challenges in its maritime domain. One of the primary concerns is the increasing presence of foreign naval forces near its borders. NATO's expansion into Eastern Europe and the Baltic Sea has raised concerns in Moscow about encirclement and the potential for hostile actions. Moreover, piracy, terrorism, and the smuggling of illegal goods pose additional security threats to Russia's maritime interests. These challenges require a comprehensive approach, including enhanced naval capabilities and cooperation with international partners. === Regional Dynamics: Russia's Maritime Relations with Neighbors === Russia's maritime relations with its neighbors are a significant aspect of its overall maritime security. In the Baltic Sea, Russia's relations with NATO members, such as Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania, are often strained due to historical and political factors. In the Black Sea, tensions have risen in recent years with Ukraine and Georgia, leading to territorial disputes and increased military presence. Additionally, in the Arctic, Russia's regional dynamics are shaped by competition for resources and the potential for new shipping routes. === Future Implications: Analyzing the Prospects for Russia's Maritime Security === The future implications of Russia's maritime security are multifaceted. One key factor is the melting of Arctic ice, which has opened up new opportunities for resource extraction and shipping routes. Russia's strategic focus on the Arctic has led to the establishment of new military bases and the strengthening of its navy in the region. Additionally, the geopolitical rivalry between Russia and NATO is likely to continue, posing challenges to maritime security. It is crucial for Russia to balance its security concerns with the need for cooperation and adherence to international laws and norms. ===OUTRO:=== In conclusion, Russia's maritime security is a complex issue influenced by historical, legal, and regional factors. The country's rich maritime heritage, extensive legal framework, and security challenges all contribute to its current maritime security landscape. As Russia continues to navigate through regional dynamics and future implications, it must strike a delicate balance between safeguarding its interests and engaging in constructive dialogue with its neighbors and the international community. By doing so, Russia can ensure the stability and security of its maritime domain in the years to come. Read the full article