#blackout missions

[lbibliophile-sw]

Loyalty

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@corrieweek - day 3: "you shouldn't be here" @ailesswhumptober - day 5: migraines

Marshal Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard does not get headaches. He has, however, started developing migraines; stabbing, throbbing things that leave his body aching and his memories foggy. It is something in the Coruscanti air, perhaps, or more likely it is the stress. Unsurprising really, given that he is head of a battalion scrambling to adapt their battlefield training to the largest and most diverse city in the galaxy, trying to memorise the rulebook even as they are writing it.

But Fox is loyal to the Republic, so he pushes through day by day.

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Acting Marshal Commander Thorn does not get headaches. Which is honestly a bit of a surprise given how badly he cracked his skull his first week in the Guard. Taking over Fox’s duties while the other is in the medbay, however, is certainly turning out to be a metaphorical headache; he never realised just how much inanity Fox has to wade through to get them actually actionable orders. But the oddest discovery comes during the private meetings with the Chancellor. There is just something off about the man. And then there was the unexplained numerical order, 52 or something like that…

Thorn doesn’t understand exactly what is going on, but the Guard has taught him to improvise with limited information. So he makes the Chancellor an offer: Fox, for all his past training scores, is now essentially just a glorified desk-jockey. Thorn, on the other hand, leads the shock trooper division and trains regularly to keep up with all their operations.

Thorn is loyal to the Republic; if the Chancellor has any off-the-books missions that need completing, far better to give them to him instead. The Chancellor agrees.

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Marshal Command Fox and Commander Thorn do not get headaches.

They are loyal to the Republic and complete their duties day by day.

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Marshal Commander Fox does not get headaches. The migraines, however, have returned. Stabbing throbbing things that leave his body aching and his memories foggy. It could be something in the Coruscanti air, but more likely it is the stress. Unsurprising really, with the way he is dealing with the fallout from Fives’ death, from Thorn’s, the way the tempo of the war is increasing and further inflaming tensions on the home front.

But Fox is loyal to the Republic, so he pushes through day by day, and only hopes that the end is in sight...

[lbibliophile-sw]

Then there is the entire 'blackout missions' subplot; I still haven't worked out if that shows up in comics etc somewhere, or if it is pure fanon.

This fandom really loves scavenging for scraps because I was going to watch all Fox episodes and then I find out we have not seen him under the helmet and also he has five minutes of screentime?????? I love him though!

[kitcat22]

Can’t get the idea of Rebels era old Rex Gregor and Wolffe time travelling.

And i don’t mean elderly consciousness put back into their younger bodies kind of time travelling, i mean old 60-70sh biologically, sagging skin and beer bellied Rex Wolffe and Gregor back in time, kicking ass, taking names and bringing down the empire before it officially begins

Mostly this comes for me wanting old Wolffe who with gained knowledge and insight into what the Corries and Fox more specifically endured, plus a little bit of emotional growth and brain damage deciding that the best course of action to stop his brothers neck being snapped is to go rogue and kidnap him.

Fox wakes up from like his 4 and a half hour designated sleeping period to the blurry sight of an unusual wrinkled Wolffe standing right beside his bed. He doesnt even have time to say ‘what the fuck’ before he’s been stunned and flung over old Wolffe’s shoulder and is then snuck out to be stashed away somewhere while Wolffe works out how to kidnap everyone else.

Also! Old Rex meeting young Rex and taking every opportunity to make fun of him. The 501st adore old Rex, young Rex does not.

Old!Rex: y’know when I was your age…

Young!Rex: When you were my age you were me now shut the fuck up

And also:

Fives: Will we all be pudgy when we’re older or is that just a you thing?

Rex: 🤬

Speaking of getting older, there’s also the fact that most of the clones didn’t actually get to Rex’s age and i think this would be really painful for the Old Relics Gang too. Like you knew how young your brothers were when the died but seeing them makes it hit harder.

Cody is not thrilled at being treated like a younger brother even if happy that Rex reached old age.

Where is Gregor in this you ask? Probably helping Wolffe kidnap people. Rex is not impressed with the short term planning even if he kind of wanted to do the same.

[st4r-t3ars]

What… what happened?

Blackout Missions

[calamitys-child]

Bought and sold and traded so many fantastic zines this weekend and honestly my favourite interaction I had was with a very shy but very very determined kid who asked politely if I'd like to trade them one of my angry political transgender poems for some drawings they did in class. I will treasure it forever it was so cute this kid has such a fun scrappy art style and I look forward to seeing them at future zine fairs with more little drawings. Weird queer accessible inclusive art fairs you have my heart always and forever 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[fisherrprince]

I Have The Imgredients For Takoyaki

[tiredassmage]

Wouldn’t have guessed Tyr and Kaliyo’s reunion would be such a good consolidation of his character down into just shy of two minutes, but here you have it: just shy of 2 minute’s worth of my favorite moments from Anarchy in Paradise that really butter my (Imperial Agent) biscuit.

[citrine-elephant]

yo, yo. terrible idea, but.... AJR - 2085.... i'm miserable and

you think leon would purposefully (consciously or not) end up triggering himself?

you wanna think about chris finding his drunk ass and it's just, "goddamn it, leon." and

leon ends up spilling out his heart on chris and... like wtf, man. but he forgets about it in the morning and chris has to just. sit on that.

[matchademi]

Lyra still does Shadow missions a ton (she is stretched so thin it is slowly breaking her, Lix hates it so much) so Lix is stuck on Coruscant a lot so he tends to piss off other captains when he can so he doesn't start worrying about Lyra too much and Palpatine realises he can force him on ther missions (like Rex he was trained as a ARC Trooper before becoming captain) he unknowingly works with the corries on Blackout missions

Lyra loves being a shadow, but she wishes she could get a break she has no idea what Palpatine is doing

[phantasm-echo]

POV: you wake up in the middle of your own autopsy with force powers then immediately get brainwashed into falling to the dark side

I was reminded of the fact that I haven’t drawn inquisitor!fives’ autopsy scars in way too long so here I am, delivering a few too many Fives 💀

Anyway I know I don’t post much about the AU on here so props to anyone who knows what’s going on here even slightly, I’ve decided to nerf siren!echo (who WAS part of this AU yes I know quite random) but since him being turned into a siren kinda limits what I can do with him story wise he is now an AU of the AU.

That means the name I came up with for the au (dead mean walking/swimming or dmw(s) as I’ve been tagging it) is kinda irrelevant. I’ll just call this the inquisitor fives AU but if you have any AU name suggestions feel free to drop them.

Here are some of the major factors of the AU:

It gets worse before it gets better

(WARNING: there are quite a few heavy topics covered in the AU such as torture, dehumanisation and su*cidal thoughts, so pls read at your own discretion)

- fives wakes up in the middle of his own autopsy with force sensitivity, then gets brainwashed into falling to the Dark Side by Palpatine. As an Inquisitor, he does not remember anything about his life because those memories were blocked by Palpatine.

- Palpatine discovers that Fives is essentially immortal, and any injuries inflicted on him will heal no matter how bad.

- when echo gets rescued from skako minor, he is recalled to Kamino for experimentation, first of all so they can figure out what the Techno Union did to him, second of all to see how he survived his injuries. Nala se, who knows that fives came back to life, theorises that since he and echo were tube twins they share the “immortality”. He is kept on Kamino for VERY extensive experimentation where terrible things happen to him (cough vivisection cough lobotomy) and so never joins Clone Force 99 even if he did work with them on Anaxes.

- Fives in this time is sent out on many missions by Palpatine that involve him unaliving many people, and after the rise of the Empire he hunts a few Jedi.

- Fox, who throughout the war had experienced many blackout missions where he woke up afterwards covered in blood, is the last living Coruscant Guard commander. (Thorn dies, stone vanishes one day, Thire mistakes Vader for a Jedi and pays the price) Despite the best efforts of his son secretary Dogma (no way!?) Fox has very little will to live, is extremely depressed and borderline suicidal, he would like nothing more than to bite the dust, but still feels he has a duty to the very few remaining corries and so tries to keep it together (he is failing)

- one day Palpatine decides he doesn’t need Fox to do his bidding anymore since he has much better assets at his disposal (Fives), and decides it would be ironic to sic his pet clone inquisitor onto Fox. Fives still doesn’t remember anything, and only knows that Fox is responsible for the main scars on his body and believes fox is the reason he doesn’t remember most of his life, and so sets out to kill fox. They battle it out (ref to that one animation wip I posted) and fives is on the verge of killing fox (who didn’t really try to fight that much, like I said he would very much like to die and dying at the hand of the vod he “killed” seems fitting to him) when he gets a sudden vision of echo.

- all fives knows is echo is extremely important to him and must be rescued and that snaps him out of palpatine’s control. He knows he probably can’t rescue echo alone, and since fox has already been betrayed by the empire he decides “fuck it” and basically kidnaps fox and they run. They make a deal, that once echo has been found, Fives will put Fox out of his misery (fox feels that fives should be the only person to kill him, and only goes along with the plan because he refuses to let anyone else kill him)

- fox and fives proceed to go on an intergalactic road trip to “rescue echo” even though neither of them know how to do that. They become closer friends throughout, and fives slowly regains bits and pieces of the Before

- meanwhile during the destruction of Kamino, the bad batch stumble on echo and rescue him and he stays with them for a little bit before leaving with Rex

- meanwhile Dogma helps the rest of the remaining Corries desert, kills too many storm troopers, and tries to go after his buir fox and the bastard inquisitor who kidnapped him

This is the main stuff you need to know for the AU haha so if you’ve got new name suggestions I’m all ears ty!!

[fuckwhoeverpickedallthefunnyurls]

Not actually poetry but. Oh well.

Ok now my own text:

I think the world would be an even better place if everywhere there was a little forest with a little creek and untouched nature. And also if that fic author continued their fic from 2017. (No pressure)

@andiv3r @sleepyhomosexual @fresh-bed-old-sheets @thenumber2bozo @rachiebeee @kyber-infinitygems + anyone else who wants to!!!

TAG GAME!

Write something and let the next person make blackout poetry of it. Everything in the post including the @‘s and tags are fair game. What I’m typing right now is fair game. Go crazy!

@picrewcule @80s-reject @atropus-belladonna @r3m-ster @jamie-dinow & anyone who wants to!! that means YOU

[spicysourchimken]

Interesting reunions

Tim and Danny are twins, Danny was given up for adoption by the Drakes when he was a baby and Tim was never told he has a brother.

After a reveal gone bad, Danny, Jazz, Sam and Tucker became thieves after closing the portal. They mainly target supernatural or cursed items. Their target, a necklace, is being held in a museum with their in being a private event to show off the piece before it's sent back to its owner.

The heist would've gone well if Tim hadn't also been in attendance.

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'Lmao and here I thought you didn't want to be here'

It was a text from Dick.

Not exactly the strangest thing to happen when Tim was forced to attend an event.

He'd been benched after a mission resulted in a minor concussion. He'd personally been planning on going over his paperwork for Wayne Enterprises, but apparently that wasn't 'rest', instead he was sent off to be bored out of his mind at some art function. He didn't have time to prepare notes or even do any real research. But he still had Dick who had apparently been dragged along as his babysitter (And was fortunately interested in the items on display)

They'd been texting throughout the night. Dick fed him enough information to be mildly interested in topics of conversation, and when that failed the strange history of the main display. An old necklace that supposedly was connected to a string of deaths and all around misfortune.

So no, the text wasn't strange, but what was, was the photo attached. It was a picture of a man, grinning and chatting amicably with a woman whom he could barely make out as the collection's curator. His hair was longer than Tim's, tied neatly back to be clear of his glasses and to give clear view of the man's face.

Tim's face.

There was a clone at the event.

'can u get me another pic?'

Tim was now significantly more interested. Tim could identify the room they were in, housing the main display and it was about two rooms over from where he was currently hiding out. He could get there easily enough.

Dick sent him a thumbs up before replying with another, distinctly more uncomfortable photo of the man. He smiled awkwardly and Tim could finally get a better look at his face. Tim's brows scrunched together. A lichtenburg scar stretched up from beneath his collar and trailed along his jaw and in the light the man's eyes almost looked green.

He ran the photo through his facial recognition software, getting at least a few pings on himself before finally landing on Jonas Spencer, private security currently assigned to shadow one Morgan Deveraux. His history was solid, highschool records, even a spotty criminal history (points where he'd almost been arrested for bar fights) before he'd joined up with his firm.

So. not a clone. Probably.

Tim would still need to check it out. He pushed past a dark haired woman and entered the main show room. Dick, luckily had kept him in conversation but Jonas looked flighty, his eyes always drifting back to his charge.

Then he caught sight of Tim.

He froze. Staring at Tim for a moment before he tapped his ear- and what Tim assumed to be a comm. He made a move for Morgan, leaving Dick in the dust.

The lights flickered. Jonas reached for Megan, his hand wrapping around hers. Tim could've sworn his eyes darted upwards. Then there was a complete blackout. There was a clatter as a vent grate fell to the floor, shouts arose from the attendees.

Then the lights flickered back to life.

Jonas and Morgan had vanished, and so did the necklace as well as three other paintings.

Good news, its not a clone. Bad news, he might have a twin brother who is in a gang of thieves.

--

Daniel Fenton, or as his ID currently stated 'Jonas Spencer', wouldn't exactly call himself a thief- personally he was more of a collector. Or a curator, whatever the hell you might call a guy who grabs haunted and or cursed objects and dumps them in an alternate dimension.

And it wasn't exactly like he was normally the one stealing things either! That was mostly Sam, he'd done for a bit when they'd first started up (pushing his hands through the glass and taking a necklace with him, or making a painting completely invisible as he whisked it away) but then Sam started calling it 'cheating' and claimed 'his technique was lacking' and promptly took over his position.

(He didn't exactly mind, using his powers too often made his skin crawl. He may not have the GIW constantly hunting him, but he'd had enough run ins to make him sweat. He also didn't want to think about his parents.)

So maybe their entire deal wasn't completely altruistic. When you've been on the run since seventeen and had decided that you, your best friends and your older sister are going to become international thieves, sometimes you have to steal things so that you can have an income. And sometimes stealing is fun.

Unluckily their current job wasn't recreational. They'd heard word of a haunted necklace, there was a string of bad luck connected to it. Mirrors shattering, injuries popping up only days after interacting with the piece, lights falling out from the ceiling. There'd also been a case of near death.

Very clearly the latest display piece was cursed meaning they needed to grab it before it was shipped back into it private collection in France. That meant a time crunch, meaning they wouldn't be fully prepared. It was fine- they'd stolen the dagger of Amon Ra when they had half a day to plan, so three should've been fine.

He and Jazz manned the floor, Jazz kept to grifting while Danny worked as support if things went sideways on any front. Jazz, currently wealthy socialite 'Morgan Devereaux', draped an arm around a politician as he guided her through the collection. Jazz shot him a glance telling him to stay back, keep monitoring the main floor with the necklace.

That was fine. He could do that. He approached the curator and complimented the piece, letting her tell him about the struggles she had getting it overseas let alone her conversations with the owner. Ok, so definitely cursed.

Danny felt eyes on his back, and from the corner of his eye he saw someone take a photo. Tall, dark hair and a bright smile.

Sam pointed out that it was a Wayne.

At that point Danny made an attempt to leave, if he was going to get into a fight we wasn't going to do it there. He'd be too close to the necklace for Sam to get in and grab it without attention being drawn to her too. But Grayson cornered him impressively fast. He asked Danny for a photo, claiming that he looked just like his brother. Danny relented.

Then Tucker chimed in that someone had ran his face. Fuck. Dick kept him in conversation but Danny was eyeing their escape roots. Sam warned that another was coming through the left entrance and that she'd already lifted his phone. Danny turned, preparing himself for confrontation.

Then Danny saw him, his doppelganger.

Grayson hadn't been lying. That thought was terrifying.

Danny sent two taps into his earpiece and made his way towards Jazz. They couldn't risk staying any longer. Danny didn't know if they'd been made or not but he wasn't taking chances. He nodded to Sam who went for the jewels as Tucker cut the lights. Jazz and Danny took a painting each.

Sam went for the vents and Danny and Jazz disappeared through the front door.

[dietcokegirly12]

“Dares”

featuring soukuku the sillies (∩^-ڡ-^∩)

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art credit: @spirthx on pinterest

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tags: drinking, lap dance, teasing, threesome (kinda?), fingering, etc etc

word count: 2.4k

KINKTOBER OCT. 25 ～(へ^^)へ

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“Fucking can’t believe Mori made us do that.” One of your partners, Chuuya takes a long swallow of his drink, the burgundy wine rapidly disappearing from the cup as it slides down his throat.

Dazai scoffs slightly, lifting a glass to his lips as well. “Idiot, you barely did anything.”

He instantly turns, outraged. “Huh? What do you mean, shithead? You’re the one who just stood until the very end when I needed your No Longer Human ability!”

“Guys.” you sigh, already exasperated and tired from a long day on a mission for the Port Mafia with your two moron partners. “Let’s just have a few drinks in peace, without fighting.”

Chuuya glares over to where Dazai tauntingly sips his drink, an insufferable smirk etched across his face.

“Okay..” he finally grumbles, settling back into his seat.

“Let’s play a drinking game!” Dazai suddenly says, grinning mischievously as his gaze slides over to you.

"Drinking game?" you say dubiously, taking another drink.

"Where are you gonna get cards, doofus?" Chuuya shakes his head in disbelief at Dazai's vulgar tendencies.

"Don't need them." He has a certain look in his eye that, after working with him for so long, you knew meant trouble.

Chuuya studies him for a long moment, then with a sigh, leans back, his throat bobbing as he takes a long, contemplative drink. "Enlighten us." he finally says.

Dazai grins in victory, your hesitant expressions the first sign that you're going to give in to him. "Someone gives a dare, and if you're not willing to do it, you have to take a shot."

Chuuya tilts his head, seeming to mull it over. "Simple enough. I'm in." He glances over to where you're staring disdainfully at the two men.

"I guess I'll play."

At Dazai's triumphant expression, your expression narrows. "You two perverts better not turn this into anything overly dirty."

Chuuya, ever the gentleman, nods immediately. "Of course."

Dazai simply laughs, beginning to fill the shot glasses for each of you.

After pouring a generous amount into each, he sits back, clearly excited at the prospects laying ahead. "I'll start!" he says eagerly, and you and Chuuya exchange loaded looks, turning back to the man in front of you.

"Chuuyaa~" Dazai sing-songs, causing the ginger's eye to twitch in irritation. "Do a suggestive dance or take a shot."

"What the hell, man!" Chuuya practically snarls, reaching for the shot glass and downing it in an instant.

Dazai simply smirks, almost twirling his hair with giddiness. "Knew it. You're gonna be so drunk by the end of this, you won't even be able to walk straight."

You roll your eyes at their banter, starting to get annoyed. “Dazai. Kiss Chuuya or take a shot.”

Delighted, he turns to face Chuuya, beginning to lean in, before Chuuya slaps him away. “Idiot.” he growls, though you can’t deny the faint pinkness tinting his cheeks. “Just take your shot.”

As the game progresses, and you all become more and more tipsy, the boundaries of the game become more and more blurred as it quickly turns into something more suggestive.

Dazai turns to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “Give Chuuya a lap dance, or take a shot.”

Chuuya scoffs and you sigh, accepting your fate as you slide yourself over to sit on his lap, not wanting to become blackout drunk.

He stiffens, eyes wide. “I t-thought you were gonna take the shot.”

You toss your hair behind your shoulders, adjusting on his lap. “It’s fine, Chuuya. Dazai’s an idiot, and I don’t want to take any more shots.”

His breathing becomes slightly heavier and he simply nods, spreading his legs wider for you.

Dazai watches intently, his eyes fixed on you as he slightly shifts in his seat. “For a whole minute.”

You shoot Dazai a scowl which he responds to with a wink, before you begin to move atop the red-head.

Your hands come to his shoulders to support yourself and his hands fly to grip tightly on to your hips as you shift and arch your back, grinding over him.

His hands glide up your thighs, and the moment becomes more intimate as your breathing becomes slightly heavier and Chuuya stares at you, in a trance. You can feel his bulge straining underneath you, and can’t deny the fact that heat was beginning to blossom in your core.

The alcohol makes you hazy, and the minute is up before you realize, Dazai quickly ushering you off his lap, with a hint of jealousy in his eyes. “Okay, okay. Wrap it up.”

Chuuya lifts his hips, adjusting himself with a scowl pointed at Dazai. “It was your idea, shithead.”

Dazai waves him off. “Yeah, yeah. You gonna go, or just sit there bricked up for the rest of the night?”

Chuuya quickly looks down, shifting again as he practically spits out. “Take a shot off of Dazai or take two shots.”

Intrigued, Dazai turns to you eagerly and you slightly fold your arms over your chest with a frown. “I said I didn’t wanna take any more shots.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes, still trying to hide his growing erection. “Just do it.”

Turning away, you grab the shot, and to Dazai’s delight, tilt his chin up, placing the cool glass into his open mouth.

Dazai’s eyes close and you press your mouth on top of his, feeling his soft eager lips against yours.

Carefully, he flips you over without breaking the kiss, and the alcohol from the shot glass fills your mouth.

He draws back quickly, taking the shot glass out of his mouth, and saying, “don’t swallow,” before capturing your lips again, his tongue slipping into your mouth and coaxing the liquid into his throat as he drinks up every drop.

Drawing back, satisfied, he wipes his mouth. “There. Now you didn’t take a shot.”

Slightly flushed, your lips still parted, you look over to where Chuuya is watching, an indecipherable expression on his face. “I’ve got a dare.”

Dazai looks over indignantly, his cheeks slightly flushed from the moment you two had just shared. “It’s not your tur-”

“Since you enjoyed it so much, why don’t you kiss Dazai passionately for two minutes, without breaking apart.”

Dazai looks absolutely ecstatic at the idea, not even giving you a second to process Chuuya's words before he pulls you by the waist against him, crashing his lips to yours and slipping his tongue past your lips.

The heat of his mouth overwhelms you, and he pulls you tighter against him, and it’s just then that you feel how hard he is. You know you should stop now, before things escalate more than they already have, but you can’t, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him harshly against you, eliciting a soft whine from him.

“Two minutes are up.” a cool voice breaks into your trance, as you quickly draw back from Dazai, strings of saliva connecting you both.

But he’s not looking at you. He’s looking at Chuuya with a smirk on his face, and it’s then that you realize you’ve become a sort of competition between the two, to taunt and see just how far the other will go.

And the worst part was judging from the pulsing in between your thighs, you liked it.

“Chuuya.” Dazai says, voice smooth and indicative of trouble. “Your dare is to finger y/n.”

The room falls completely silent, save for the thud of your heartbeat as you stare at Chuuya, slack-jawed.

He sighs, reaching for the shot glass, unamused. “I’m not gonna-”

“What?” Dazai taunts. “You don’t like her?”

You tilt your head at Chuuya, a little hurt.

He quickly glances at you. “Of course I like her, you moron, it’s just that unlike some people I have morals-”

“Or, maybe you’re just scared. Can’t imagine you can do much with those fingers, being as short as you are.” Dazai continues on, unperturbed, clearly aiming for Chuuya’s weak spots. "I, on the other hand would do a great job. In fact-"

At this, Chuuya immediately springs up, growling out a harsh, “Fine! You want me to so bad, then I will! We'll see who does better!” Turning to you, he lifts you up onto the bar table, his tone turning more gentle. “Lie down for me, doll.”

You comply, blushing as you feel yourself heating up at his words and the promise of what they were both about to do to you, arousal seeping out of you.

Dazai leans over you, eager to watch how this would play out. Chuuya immediately starts stripping you out of your Port Mafia uniform, unhooking your bra and inhaling slightly when your perky breasts spill out, pebbling instantly. He leaves you in just your lacy pair of black panties, pausing as his fingers hook in the waistband. "Is this okay?"

When you quickly nod, in one sharp tug, he rips the panties off of you, and you're truly bare for the first time in front of them, exposed and vulnerable.

Dazai is the first to react, smirking as he runs a hand up your thigh. "Who knew our partner was hiding such a pretty pussy from us?"

Chuuya is quick to slap his hand away. "It's my turn, asshole."

Gently, he spreads your legs open to reveal your sopping cunt, his breathing becoming heavier at the sight, eyes glued to the obscene sight of you all laid out for him. Reaching one hand between your plushy thighs, he circles your entrance, before dipping a finger in to test.

At the soft whine you let out, already wet enough for him to plunge his entire finger into you easily, he inhales sharply, looking over to Dazai. "She's so tight."

Dazai's eyes are heated as he watches, an obvious tent in his pants, but he still remains just as arrogant. "What, can't handle it? If you wanted me to help-"

As Dazai steps closer, Chuuya shields your body, adding another finger to stretch you as he uses his other hand to push Dazai away. "Just watch and learn, idiot."

And that's his only warning before he begins fucking you with his fingers full-force, pumping in and out of your squelching cunt, as he adds pressure to your clit, pressing harshly enough to make you squeal.

As your back arches off the table you're spread across, trying to squirm, Dazai's quick to hold you down, his hands splaying across your waist.

"Fuck, chuu," you whine, as his finger begins rubbing your puffy bud in quick circles, his fingers only speeding up.

While you're distracted by Chuuya, Dazai's hands begin to wander, moving up your body slowly, before cupping your tits and squeezing.

Your hips stutter, thighs clamping around Chuuya's hand, and he instantly pushes them back apart, one hand holding them open wide as Dazai begins kneading your breasts, flicking your nipples teasingly while cooing at your soft moans and whimpers. "Too much?"

As you open your mouth to answer, Chuuya delivers a particularly forceful thrust with his fingers, and you can only let out a broken whine.

You can feel your stomach coiling, signaling your fast-approaching orgasm as Dazai's hands get rougher, pinching and squeezing you tightly.

"Well Chuuya, she hasn't come yet I'm starting to doubt your abilities-"

"Can you put your mouth to use for once, and shut up!" he grumbles, his pace increasing as he gets more worked up by Dazai's antics.

"Chuu, wait slow down I'm..." Before you can finish, you feel Dazai's hot, wet tongue laving over one of your nipples before taking almost your entire breast into his mouth.

And suddenly you can't hold back anymore, arching yourself into both of their addictive touches as warmth quickly coats Chuuya's fingers, seeping between your thighs, while your cunt flutters and convulses around his thick fingers.

He slows, pulling them out, before gently tapping your cheek, wanting you to open up. As you do, your tongue lolling out obediently, he shoves his slick-covered fingers into the warmth of your awaiting mouth. "Suck them clean." he commands softly and as you do, your tongue sweeping across his fingers to taste the tang of yourself, he groans softly.

"Okay, that's enough, Chuuya." Dazai, clearly wanting in on the action, shoulders Chuuya aside to stand in front of your sweat-sheened body, his hands coming to brush along your hips and waist, mapping out every inch of skin he can reach.

Chuuya leans back against the table to watch, one hand coming to palm the large bulge straining against his pants.

Dazai's fingers aren't as thick, but they're longer, as he gently traces the outline of your pussy, ghosting his thumb every now and then lightly over your throbbing clit.

After this continues on for another minute or so, you begin to get impatient, trying to tug his hand closer. " 'samu pleaseee.."

"You heard her, shithead! Touch her!"

Dazai's lips curve up at Chuuya's tone, but he obeys nonetheless, his fingers finally dipping into your sopping cunt.

You practically sigh in relief as he pushes one lithe finger inside you, immediately finding your sweet spot as he curves upward slightly, causing you to grip tightly onto Chuuya's sleeve.

Dazai pouts his lip out at you mockingly at your reaction, before shoving another finger into you, stretching you so deliciously as he reaches farther than you've ever been able to get with your own fingers.

You whine, desperately trying to clamp your thighs together, still sensitive from Chuuya's earlier ministrations, all of it becoming too much but unable to with Dazai keeping your thighs perfectly spread to fuck his fingers in and out of you relentlessly, slower than Chuuya but much deeper, until your eyes are practically rolling back in your head.

"Samu! Slower.." you slur, your hips shifting to try to get a reprieve, already close to falling off the edge again, just from how fast this was all unfolding.

He slows slightly, but before you get a chance to breathe, scissors you wide open with his long, slender digits, instantly causing you to buck your hips up pathetically as you gush all over his fingers.

He continues curving them up until you're desperately trying to move away, and only then does he finally pull them out, satisfied.

You pant softly, closing your eyes, thinking that maybe you were finally going to get a break after all of this, before suddenly the feeling of two shadows looming over you breaks you out of your euphoric haze.

You open your eyes to reveal both of them beginning to unbuckle their belts, their pants tented to reveal imprints of two very large cocks. "W-what?"

Dazai's eyes are hooded as he breathes heavily, eyes dropping to your breasts hungrily. Chuuya laughs. "What? You didn't think we were done already, did you?"

Dazai surges forward to press you into the table. "The question is, can you take both of us?"

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[bayesic-bitch]

This disco elysium remake has always-on multiplayer and micro transactions

this disco elysium remake has roguelike and deckbuilding elements

[motherofoompaloompas]

After a blackout mission

Fox: *walks in covered in blood*

Thorn: your blood or someone else’s?

Fox: great question

[elssero]

/ BITE ME

-elssero kinktober

✟ vampire!reader x sub!prohero dynamite, dom!reader, fem! reader, monsterfucking, bloodsucking, cumming untouched (kinda), overstimulation, public, m!masterbation. porn WITH plot. sorry it’s a lot of plot. (you attack him, slight violence) (apologies for any typos!)

pro hero dynamite- often described as a strong willed, stubborn, determined and valiant man- a role model to many. but most importantly- he’s incredibly overconfident.

he could guess that’s how he found himself in his currently situation. on a solo mission deep inside dark woods that he’s unfamiliar with- a mission that he was warned over and over again should have been a team up.

but he’s dynamite? the number two ranked hero? a symbol of power and strength. he doesn’t need backup or help on trivial missions like this. it should be easy, in theory- at least for him.

the brief he was given for this particular mission has minimal information- with each victim seeming to not completely remember the events of the night they were attacked, memories coming back to them in fragmented pieces.

the case involves a series of attacks that take place in a small, rural town. rich with folklore and community, on the surface- the location seems perfect. having a low crime rate and filled with life.

from what each victim can remember, the attacks seems to begin the same. the statistics of the assaulted immediately draw the hero’s attention- young people, ranged in their early twenties with eighty percent being men.

now normally, in cases like these that describe who seems to be a serial attacker, the victims, most of the time are women. and although it is not impossible, it it very rare that most of the victims are men.

this in itself interests dynamite. he feels stupid, and incredibly sexist for thinking it- but he can’t help but enjoy the challenge of taking down a villain who appears to be targeting men around his age group.

seemingly- each attack begins somewhat innocently. the setting of a bar or the local park being the beginning of the story.

the victims describe being approached by an entity that seems to take the form of a beautiful women. with eyes so enchanting they struggled to look away, a smile so captivating they couldn’t say no.

their lured- seduced into a forest, the same one he’s in now. they describe following the women as she leads them deeper into the trees, under the impression that she had a home- or at least a place for them to stay inside the woods.

as they move further and further into the forest, a piercing feeling of unease fills their stomach. an indication that something isn’t right, but when the women turns around and gives them a sly smile they can’t help but continue to follow her.

a shift happens almost immediately- the entity they were previously trailing behind seems to disappear in front of them, moving faster than able to understand by the human eye.

it happens in an instant, a cold breeze catches the victim, before their able to process the change she appears directly in front of them, pulling said victim towards her with inhumane strength.

if they’re able to see her- for even a second they would take note of her eyes, once captivating now glowing a deep shape of red- she approaches almost invisibly, illuminated only slightly by the glimmer of the moonlight. sharp fangs extrude from her mouth for only a second before a piercing cold slices their neck.

victims describe feeling something they can only describe as being drained, their life force being taken from them before they blackout- waking up the next morning on the outskirts of the forest, alone.

as far as the local authorities are aware, no one had died from these encounters, just severe pains and blackouts lasting upwards of a week.

what intrigues dynamite the most about this case is the way the victims describe their attacker- as someone beautiful, enchanting, even going as far to describe her as having ethereal beauty, somewhat otherworldly.

he can’t help but be interested, wanting for himself to see the mythical appearance of the entity who continues to terrorise this town. the assumption the commission have came too is that it must be a downside of a quirk. a quirk that forces the inhabited town feed on the blood of others in order to stay alive.

the cold of the night is beginning to affect bakugo as he wanders aimlessly through the darkened woods, the air is cool and thick with the scent of nature. his senses are heightened as his vision adjusts to the dim light. it makes every silhouette of the trees, every breeze of a branch appear more mysterious.

every step on the soft and damp earth feels purposeful, amplified by the surrounding silence. the deeper he ventures, the more disoriented he feels. the trees feel like their closing in, wait? has he seen that log before?

that’s when he hears it, a louder, heavier rustling of leaves, branches snapping under what sounds to be a prominent weight unlike any of the forest creatures he had encountered during his journey.

the hair on the back of his neck stands sharply as he whips his head towards the sound- not fast enough when he hears it again on the other side of him. he’s being surrounded, circled.

the forest seems to breath with him as he takes faster, heavier breaths, fighting the fear he feels inside the vast, dark woods, filled with whispers.

seemingly in a flash he feels a hand reach his back- his reflexes allowing him to turn towards to figure before he’s tackled, his back hitting the ground his a thud, closing his eyes quickly as he winces in pain.

the feeling of the hand on his back and the weight of the creatures legs beginning to straddle him make it clear he hasn’t been attacked by an animal, certainly not.

upon opening his eyes, he is met with a sight he hadn’t fully prepared for. you. illuminated only by beams of starlight that struggle to penetrate the dense canopy of trees surrounding you.

he can see you though, the glow of your red eyes captivate him, he knows he has the right person. you look down on him, hair drapes along your figure, looking up at you now, he feels as through the previous descriptions of your sightings don’t even do your intense beauty justice.

your mouth is agape, breathing almost animalistic, before you move your face down into his neck, taking a long, drawn out breath. when you move back to look at him his breath hitches, a smile evident on your face.

“your not from here, are you?” the smile on your face makes him feel uneasy, unable to move even if he tried due to your intense grip on him, he can’t speak.

instead you nod, taking his silence as an answer, thankfully. “cute costume.. what are you? some sort of hero?” the mocking in your voice agitates him.

he groans as he attempts to move- you only increase the grip you have on him in return. “oh come on hero- your really trying to run away so quickly? the fun part hasn’t even begun”

the vice you have on his waist with your legs only tightens, digging your knees into the ground to capture him properly. this isn’t the way this was supposed to go- you had him trapped before he even laid eyes on you.

helpless- a feeling dynamite does not enjoy, but with every struggle against your grip it becomes clear you aren’t letting him go anytime soon.

a pit in his stomach begins to grow- you won’t kill him, it doesn’t seem to be your style but he can’t help the fear- and the desire that pools inside.

it was foolish of him to wander into unknown territory- he knows that now as he watchesyou take in the scent of him- his eyes go wide when he feels your breath on his neck once again.

a giggle escapes your lips, thighs tightening around his waist, an increased pressure building in his pants, he feels pathetic.

rushing to force something out of mouth he attempts to speak to you- “w-wait!”- it comes out a little more breathy than he’d like.

“huh- so you do talk.” you don’t appear to be taking him seriously- instead aiming to mock- make fun of his resist.

“w-what are you?” it seems like the right question to ask- even if he can’t turn you in, maybe he could get more information to give to the commission. even if the story is ultimately too embarrassing to bear. “oh? me? are you sure your in any sort of position to be asking questions right now?”

he lowers in his head in response “you have put me in a good mood.. it’s a little difficult to explain-” he doesn’t fully understand what you mean, opting to stay quiet and allow you to continue “you might not believe me, but i guess you don’t need too- i’m a vampire.”

his mouth forms an o in shock- and confusion? his brows furrow slightly, unable to determine if your being serious or not “w-what?- like in the stories?”

“hmm yes i suppose so-” you don’t seem to be paying any mind to his confusion- instead moving your fingers delicacy along his chest.

“so w-what you just, feed on people?” he watched the movements of your fingers- as they rise and fall with every breath he takes-

“i have too” you seem amused by his questioning- he wonders if you’ve ever had to explain yourself before, you look down at his face now, noticing his red dusted cheeks “however it appears that you don’t seem to mind huh hero?”

he feels uneasy, the tone of your mockery going straight to his stomach, his pants tightening “you wanna give me your name hero?”

“d-dynamite-” you shake your head at that, clearing unimpressed by his answer “what about your real name?”

he takes a second to think about his answer- not finding any positive reasons to lie he continues “bakugo- katsuki bakugo.”

you analyse him for a second- trying to work out if he’s feeling the truth, you take his flushed expression as honestly “katsuki huh- that’s pretty cute- and there’s so much of you too-”

you move your attention away from his face, moving your hands around his frame, a hand coming up to grip his throat “how do you feel about letting me you drain you?”

his breath hitches- his stomach begins to flutter at the thought- his hips rutting up slightly as he imagines it “you wanna let me suck your blood? hm?”

his answer is immediate- it comes of desperate, worried if he takes too long to reply you’d leave him here- alone “o-okay- fuck.”

he feels your breath on his neck again, this time even closer, your nose inches away from his nape as you bury your face into him.

with a vice-like grip the feeling of your fangs  immobilises him, the sharp cold bite pierces the soft flesh of his skin and a flood of warmth spills into your mouth- “taste even better than i’d imagined-“

it comes out deep and gritty- matched with the groan that leaves his throat, you both seem to be enjoying this- “s-shit”

unable to control himself- his hips beginning rutting up against your own- the bulge in his pants feeling to heavy to ignore, moaning at the feeling of you against his neck, getting impossibly more hard when he attempts to move his hands but is stopped by your grip.

totally under your control- unlike anything he’s ever experienced before, the feeling begins to pool in his stomach even quicker- embarrassingly quickly.

sooner than he’d like- he’s bucking up with an increasing fast pace, you don’t make any move to help him- instead entirely focused on the blood seeping from his neck.

in a sudden move he’s cumming- dampening the inside of his suit with his seed as he continues to rut upwards- unable to contain his moans of pleasure.

this seems to grab your attention- moving your head away from his neck and lifting your hips slightly- he whines at the loss of pressure “oh? this is new.”

you take a moment to look at him- taking in his fucked out expression due to both his premature orgasm and his loss of blood “god aren’t you pathetic? the feeling of me sucking your blood made you cum hero?”

degradation- this is new to him, infact everything going on right is new to him, he’s not used to this feeling of submission, it makes his cock stir. “oh. f-fuck”

you think for a second- contemplating your options before you completely remove yourself from him, ignoring his plea “yknow- blood isn’t the only way a vampire can steal human essence.”

manoeuvring yourself beside him you delicately place your hands around the belt of his suit- teasing him. his eyes blow wide as you tug on his pants, taking his ruined boxers with them. he groans at the sudden feeling of the air against his cock.

gaping at him, you run your fingers up his dick- it’s long and thick, covered in cum from the ruins of his previous orgasm, you take some on your fingers and lick it off- all while maintaining intense eye contact- “i think this will do just fine- you wanna cum for me again hero?”

he can’t help the way his eyes roll back when you hum against your fingers- sucking them clean of his cum “y-yeah” the same feeling of patheticness washing over him “fuck y-you!”

a low chuckle comes from your lips-“hm i don’t think you mean that- look at you! made a mess all over yourself-” the sentence itself makes his cock twitch-

wrapping a hand around his dick- squeezing it slightly before before you begin to move your hand up and down- listening to his groans.

“o-oh fuck” his words come out disgruntled- his cock painfully hard as you work your fingers up and down it.

“what’s that katsuki? you wanna cum?” yes- yes god his head falls back at your words, mouth agape as he’s unable to control the sounds leaving his throat- doing nothing to stop you ruining him. “y-yeah!”

“how badly?” he groans in response- unable to deal with your relentless teasing- wishing nothing more than to cum again.

you stop your movements in an instant- he whines at the lack of stimulation “cmon answer the question katsuki? how badly do you wanna cum for me?”

it comes out in whines as he speaks- “s-so bad- ah!” his hips buck up into you as you begin to move your hand again- attempting to match your pace.

unable to control himself any longer due to the sensation your movements- and your words are giving him- he cums again- this time shooting ropes all over the pair of you-

you move quickly in order to catch it all, licking up his chest to catch the parts that landed there, you continue the movements of your mouth until it reaches the base of this cock- now red and twitching.

“coming all this way to deal with me too.. i’m starting to think that maybe you came looking for this” he shakes his head in refusal-

instead you begin to take long- slow licks from the base of his cock to the tip- teasing him relentlessly “you think you can give me another?”

tears breach his eyes when you take his tip into your mouth, tongue swirling around it- “n-no! can’t ! it’s too much!”

you remove yourself from him in an instant- tears now rolling down his face as he whines “are you sure?”

he’s too far gone already- completely immersed in your movements- embarrassment bubbling in his throat “no- no stop! touch me!”

you smile- a wicked one, you know you’ve got him. “i knew it- gonna cum again for me?” you dip back down- latching your mouth onto his cock yet again, hands move to grip his waist to stop him fucking your face.

“gonna cum like some touchstarved bitch for me huh?” you stop your attack on his dick only momentarily to speak before lunging down again- this time taking him fully.

it doesn’t take long to have him cumming again- thick ropes down your throat as both of your eyes roll back in pleasure- “thaats it- good job..” you allow the remaining seconds of his orgasm to rush though him- by the time he’s conscious enough to open his eyes your already stood up, fixing yourself.

“this was fun dynamite-” you take a look at him from the ground below him- dominating him as he pouts up at you-

“however, if you come around here looking for me again.. i can’t promise that you’ll be so lucky a second time round.”

he’s upset- upset that your moving away from him so quickly, upset that you seem to be leaving him“w-what? what do you mean?”

almost- you almost take pity on him, his fucked out face and the dust of red on his cheeks- he looks cute like this. that’s the problem. “was already hard enough for me to hold back this time”

you begin to walk away from him- ignoring how he seems to grasp himself up- fixing himself in the process“well- have a good one katsuki-” your voice comes out even more mysterious than before-

“s-stop! where are you going??” there’s longing in his eyes- already missing the effect your touch has on him- but by the time he gets up to catch you- your gone.

he whips around in circles- hoping- maybe to find a trace of where you went, failing miserably.

leaving him alone- in that same dark forest he first ventured to find you- he feels a sense of emptiness, alone with a pang of drowsiness that seems to hit him all that once. reaching his hand up to take a feel at the pain in his neck- he graces over the marks you left. cold, wet blood lacing his fingers before his vision goes black.