#hunter in a sauna

[skellymom]

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Really enjoyed the fic!❤️

Sauna time with the sergeant 😏

Full NSFW versions on X here and here.

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Sauna time doodle

[lunarscaled]

When will I get a chance to hold the egg?

-> They're holding the egg to their chest defensively. Very defensively. If they had fur or feathers it all would be standing on end.

"... ... Maybe you shouldn't, Mr. Quilge. Humans don't lay eggs."

[terra-feminarum]

You know how media is full of casual violence towards women?

I found folk music type of song where the female singer sings (in thousands of years old Finnic poetic meter) about killing her fiancé called Kauno (an old male name meaning beautiful).

In the beginning, she laments others having better men. She sends him to fish, to hunt elk and bear, but he fails all the tasks. She sends him to heat up the sauna, but he doesn't even manage to light the fire.

She then heats the sauna herself, bathes first and then invites Kauno to bath. She throws more and more water to the stones and the sauna becomes unbearably hot, he tries to climb down to cool and he shouts for the door but she doesn’t let him escape. She then feels pity for him, so she grabs his hair and throws him on the floor and hits him in the head with a firewood among other methods of hurting him.

Afterwards she takes him to her arms and grabs his hair to carry him on her back. She takes him to a bog and leaves him there. She visits him several times and witnesses wild animals feasting on his body.

In the song he really does nothing wrong, except for being a bad hunter and terrible at heating a sauna. I feel a bit bad for him. But when have you last time heard a song or seen a movie where there was a good reason for a woman to be abused or killed?

[sunflower1experiment]

Can you do idv characters react reader wearing an inappropriate costume? (the revealing and sexy kind)

I got this idea when I saw one of your post about reader having a simp attack when they or she saw Wu Chang costume

I added my own twist to it.

“Woah…” Luchino holds his bride by the hand, you as the bride blush and let him spin you around. “Such a beauty! Our world of relaxation and steam shall be flowing, brimming, glorious.”

You were wearing a comfortable robe like Margaretha with a touch of white and sandals, at some point you and her would be relaxing in the sauna hot tub with pure bliss. Luchino was holding up a glass of wine, then he chuckles when Kevin bows his hat respectfully. “A good fellow you are. Care to join my bride?”

You wave for them to join, noting a couple others following. Ada, Emil, Grace, Michiko, Patrica and even the wheel brothers. They all enjoy the sauna and hot beautiful steam, the nymphs gathering around to exfoliate themselves in the water, meanwhile you rest along Luchino’s chest.

A nice way to relax and pertain a comfortable environment, soon you would enjoy a meal with the girls. Warning everyone to avoid indulging on account to not wanting them to pass out, else it’d be unhealthy. Luchino advises otherwise depending on how others wished to spend their time in this beautiful place of bliss. Even so, the two of you manage to pertain such a balance of power amongst the survivors and hunters.

Phillipe bows respectfully with his sister, holding your hand to give it a gentle kiss. “Thank you.” He mutters softly, and you nod allowing the allure to flow between everyone.

Margaretha sighs while she lays on her bed comfortably, “This is the life of luxury I seek.”

“Indeed, my husband blesses us with such joy, and bliss…ah, I’ll cherish this moment forevermore..”

Grace traces along Luchino’s hand, adoringly with her soft eyes. Michiko dances with the wheel brothers and Patrica, the two sway and dip before they bow down. Ada and Emil enjoy the warmth while they lay together, Kevin later on holds Patrica to enjoy her company.

It was so easy to forget how this essences was merely what they all desired, an escape from their pasts, all troubled and unforgiving….

So they indulged and enjoyed this the best they could.

[faun-the-fawn77]

Chapter 1 - "𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝"

"Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey?"ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Word Count: 2.5k Chapter Warnings: injuries, swearing Note(s) at the bottom! <Previous: Prologue - Next: Chapter 2>

Hanging upside down was only fun for so long. Feeling my blood rush to my head was nauseating. The only thing that kept me from passing out was watching the blurred upside down figures of the spider demon, Rui, fighting with Tanjiro.

Watching the fight between Tanjiro and Rui was both fascinating and horrifying. Tanjiro Is a strong kid but Rui is faster. Demon's are nearly perfect beings. The wounds that Tanjiro inflicted on the demon did nothing as it just healed seconds after. My heart was beating out of my chest and I choked on air a few times thinking Tanjiro was going to get a death blow. I know he lives but it's still scary to see in real time.

I wanted to help somehow. Nichirin weapons are the only thing that can hurt a demon. I looked around the floor for a fallen slayer's sword but no luck. I huffed in frustration. The only thing available to me right now is my pocket knife. It wasn't nichirin and it was too small to cut through even the demon kid's neck but it's really all I have right now.

I maneuvered the arm that wasn't held as tightly as the other, shifting it to reach back. I usually kept my pocket knife in back pocket. I'm actually surprised nothing fell out of my backpack or pockets considering I am dangling upside down. Brushing the thought off, I reached into my back pocket. I felt the metal of the knife graze my fingertips. I tried to reach more in hopes of just being able to slide the blade up so I could grasp it easier.

Finally grabbing hold of the knife, I shuffled my arm up so I could open the knife. I glanced up to see Rui was still distracted with fighting Tanjiro. I can't remember if the demon could feel his threads getting cut but it's now or never. Tanjiro needs help and if I can distract them for long enough for Tomioka to get here then I'm golden.

I brought the blade of the sharpened knife to a thread. I kept my eyes locked onto the spider demon and cut the thread. I waited a bit to see if anything happened and...nothing. I watched as Tanjiro cut through threads, Rui producing more in retaliation.

He can feel threads being broken but because I had cut mine at the same time Tanjiro did, the spider didn't notice. I smirked a bit at that and made sure to time me cutting the threads around me to when Tanjiro sliced the ones attacking him.

The last thread around me was cut, dropping me unceremoniously to the hard forest floor. Pain shot up my spine at the landing causing me to groan a bit. My bandages that I had put on earlier were falling off. I grumbled and swiped them away as I got to my feet. I swayed a bit as my blood rushed back down from my head. I could feel a trickle of blood leave my nose that I wiped away.

I looked up just in time. Threads from Rui's fingertips were surrounding Tanjiro. It was like time slowed as the strings enclosed around the injured slayer. I gripped my pocket knife, the metal design of the handle digging into my skin. My feet moved on their own, sprinting towards Tanjiro who was trying to block with his broken blade. I felt my body jump on its own, gaining air.

My arm moved on its own accord. My knife was held up, the moonlight glinting off the blade as it was swiped from left to right. I hoped that even with this small blade I could cut through some of the threads.

What I didn't notice was the words being mumbled from my mouth.

"Breath of the Dragon. Sixth Form: Tail of Thorns"

A burst of orange light erupted from my blade, blinding for a few seconds. Opening my eyes, I saw a scaled tail swishing through the air. The appendage looked to be made of fire. The heat from it was so much that I felt like I was sitting in a sauna fully clothed. Spikes trailed down the back and sides which led to lethal looking blades at the end of the tail.

My heart was racing and I could feel steam escape my throat, as if I had a fire burning in my lungs. I couldn't feel my nails extend into claws and dig into the palms of my hands. I couldn't feel my canines lengthen either, cutting into my bottom lip. I almost didn't notice my eyesight get sharper, clearer. I could see every ember fly off the tail that sprouted from my pocket knife. I could see every string that the demon kid controlled and produced.

Hearing Tanjiro's heart stutter at the sight almost distracted me. It was beating irregularly from the panic he felt. I could hear Rui suck in a gasp at the sight of the giant flaming tail swish around a bit.

The tail was a bit longer than that of a car. I noticed how it was idling, as if waiting for a command or something. The thought of it cutting through the spider demon's threads crossed my mind and with that thought, the tail raised itself and swiped through the threads, disintegrating them at the touch of the flames. The fire burned through all the strings that were touching, Rui letting them go at the last second to avoid the deadly flames.

Everything was quiet. Tanjiro looked like he pissed his pants and Rui was glaring at me with a frown on his lips. My lungs felt like they were on fire. It was getting harder and harder to breathe with every breath of air I sucked in. My hearing was no longer as good and my eyesight went back to the shitty vision I had before.

"Are you a new demon of Master Kibutsuji?"

The moment that name spilled from his lips, I looked up. Tanjiro looked at the demon before setting his eyes on me, watching me. Why did he say Muzan's name? What was he asking? The anger in the spider demon's eyes simmered to that of confusion. I could see Tanjiro visibly shaking, probably thinking that he'll have to fight two demons.

I opened my mouth to respond when I choked on the steam still coming from my lungs. I coughed and hacked, trying to gain air. I dropped to my knees, a hand holding my burning throat. My eyes were watering and black spots were dotting the edge of my vision.

If I die from this I am going to be so upset.

With the little strength I had, I looked at Tanjiro. His eyes screamed confusion and fright as he stared at me coughing my lungs up. I reached a hand out and that's when my vision decided to go black. The last thing I felt was my head hitting the rough ground of the forest floor.

It was silent. Tanjiro was looking at the woman with alarm. Her head made a sickening 'crack' as it collided with a rock. His heart was racing and his stomach was in knots. She wasn't a demon, his nose caught a whiff of her humanity. He could barely smell it through all the smoke around her. It was so suffocating, like he was stuck in a burning building.

Rui was looking down at the woman with confusion and disdain. If she was truly a demon then she wouldn't have passed out. He also would be able to sense if she was. He watched as the woman's chest rose and fell with shallow breath's. Someone so powerful was stuck in such a weak body. How pitiful.

After a few moments, Rui turned back towards the young demon slayer. He rose his hands and before Tanjiro could even defend himself some way, Nezuko appeared in front of her brother, taking the brunt of the attack. Her blood spurted out. She groaned a bit, still in her stance to protect Tanjiro. Rui dragged her towards him via web and went on his long speech about family.

It was a long fight. Nezuko ended up being tied upside down like the strange female was before. She used her blood demon art to incinerate the strings and Tanjiro used Sun Breathing! His celebration didn't last long when the decapitated demon kid caught his own head and placed it back on. The anger from the spider demon was palpable.

"I haven't been this angry in a long time..."

Rui raised his hands and with the utter of his blood demon art, Tanjiro covered his head. The sound of the strings slicing through the air could be heard as the descended onto Tanjiro. Before the strings could get even inches from him, they were cut.

Tanjiro looked up. Tomioka Giyuu stood with his back to Tanjiro.

"I'll take it from here." And with that, Tomioka was thrown into battle with the lower moon.

Tanjiro was quick to crawl towards his injured sister who happened to land next to the unconscious foreigner. Tanjiro rolled the girl to her side to see if any of her injuries were in need of a bit of help.

Steam was coming from the cuts scattered across her face as they seemed to close themselves up. Tanjiro furrowed his brows at this. When demon's regenerate, steam never comes the wounds that are closing. He also thought back to that breathing style she had used. Her eyes turned slitted, like that of a demon but he could still smell that she was human.

When that tail appeared from her small blade, even she looked surprised. It's like...she wasn't expecting that to happen. The tail was huge and, if swung wrong, surely could've decapitated both him and that lower moon.

If she isn't a demon, then what was this girl?

"Who is that? And why are they dressed so provocatively?"

"And they're arms? They seem to have been in battles before!"

"Look at their face! i have never seen someone so young with that many piercings!"

My head was pounding. The voices around me were speaking in a language I couldn't understand. The ground I was on was rough, like I was face first in gravel. The muscles in my arms were straining from being held behind my back. And my fucking head hurt like a bitch, did I mention that?

I groaned, trying to sit up. When I went to pull my arms forward I was met with resistance. That's when I opened my eyes. It was bright. I was laying on my side, facing an old style Japanese house. Tall trees with bright purple flowers were almost surrounding the estate. When I looked to my left I saw the passed out figure of Tanjiro, also tied up, and being beaten by the kakushi.

Tanjiro...

Oh my lord. I forgot I was dropped into this universe.

I tried more frantically to sit up but with my arms tied behind my back, that made it a bit harder. A set of hands grabbed my shoulder's and helped me sit up. I looked over a bit to see a familiar flame patterned haori.

"I'm so glad you're awake!" God, his voice was even more soothing to hear in real life. He turned me to face the rest of the Hashira. Seeing them all, I almost cried. They were all talking, breathing, and just... alive.

"Are you okay?" I turned towards the voice. Uzui was looking at me with a frown on his lips. I tilted my head to the side, my brows furrowed as I tried to see if I recognised any of the words he said.

"Sorry, I don't speak Japanese." It got scarily quiet after that. I gulped, grasping on to a rock that my fingers could reach as each Hashira stared at me. That's when I heard that growling voice walk into the circle.

"A foreigner? What the hell is someone like that doing here?" Sanemi being able to speak and understand English was a shock. Why would that asshole ever learn that anyway?

"You can speak English?" The Wind Pillar looked down at me with a glare. Nezuko's box was under his right arm. He stepped closer towards me making me want to scoot closer to the bright Flame Pillar who was still behind me.

"Why are you here? What was that breathing style you used back on that mountain? And why in the hell are you dressed like that?" My head pounded more at the loudness. I glared at him from under my lashes.

"My name is (Y/N) (L/N) and I'm about ready to shove my foot up your ass if you do-"

"Nezuko!"

All heads whipped towards the bruised and beaten demon slayer. I watched as Tanjiro tried to free himself to get to Nezuko. I did end up scooting back into Rengoku to try and get away from the commotion as much as possible. A warm hand was placed on my shoulder, their thumb rubbing soothing circles on my skin. My racing heart calmed down at the comfort.

Sanemi brought out his blade, the sun hitting it just right and blinding me for a second. Asshole.

He smiled menacingly at Tanjiro, stabbing through the box that Nezuko was hiding inside of. I watched as he pulled his sword out, blood dripping from it. I frowned at that. Could this guy be any more of jerk?

Tanjiro yelled out at that. He sprinted towards the Wind Pillar and headbutted the shit out of him. When I tell you that the sound from that was deafening, I mean it. I actually felt concerned for Sanemi until I remembered how he treats his brother.

A laugh escaped my chest at the sight. I tried to keep quiet but then I heard Mitsuri laugh as well and that's when her and I looked at each other before descending into full belly laughter. The grip on my shoulder tightened a bit which caused my to shut my mouth. I saw Uzui glancing at Mitsuri which seemed to shut her up as well.

Tanjiro grabbed onto the straps of his sister's box and landed a few feet away from the injured Wind Hashira. He glared at the heavily scarred slayer with anger and hurt.

"If you can't tell the difference between a good demon and a bad demon, then you don't deserve to be a Hashira!" As Sanemi got back on his feet, the pillar smiled evilly. He growled something that I couldn't hear. Before the scarred jerk could make a move, a young voice called out from the porch of the estate.

"The master of the mansion has arrived!"

The girl was quite cute. Her hair was a bright white, whiter than Sanemi's. Her eyes almost looked lifeless but when she caught sight of me, they sparkled a bit. She turned back to look at the entrance of the estate, waiting for her father to step through. I could see the tall figure of Ubuyashiki Kagaya making his way to the porch of his mansion.

Rengoku stepped from behind me and kneeled at my left side. He gently guided my head to bow down at their master. I stared at the rocks in my line of sight and let out a sigh.

Well, let's hope all goes well in this shit show, huh?

SURPRISE!!! I have today and tomorrow off and I wanted to write so I decided "Why not post this chapter?" And that is exactly what I did. Hope you all enjoy! I'm going to be writing up Chapter two now cause that one is gonna be an info dumper.

I'll have to write out battles eventually but considering that reader wasn't part of the last bit of that battle, I decided to skip it. This one was short and I'm sorry but I want to make the next chapter longer with the Hashira meeting and Ubuyashiki meeting Reader. I felt that if I put it in this chapter then it would be too much info at once.

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Warned You Chapter 3 (Shawnter)

*rubbing my grubby hands together* Finally, this fic is starting to feel right, I fought the good fight and I won. And for that… I hope you all enjoy this chapter that is 90% smut 💅🏻

tehehehehehe ✨

The worst thing about healing was the time it took. Things moved so slowly, but progress was progress. Shawn still relied on his medications to get through the day, but he was nowhere near as bad with them as before.

Hunter had lit a fire under his ass. Shawn didn't want to sit around and feel sorry for himself anymore; it was hard to keep a good mindset but not impossible.

He did his physical therapy and checked in with his doctors often, things were looking good, but he still wasn't able to get back in the ring yet. He was, however, able to start working out again, and it was in that that he took his solace.

The first workout back had nearly brought him to tears; Shawn hadn't realized how much muscle he’d lost in the months he’d been gone. He felt tiny and weak, but Hunter only continued to encourage him. Before long, he was able to do his lifts comfortably, but it wasn't with the weight he’d normally used.

“It takes time, Shawn,” Hunter encouraged one day in the middle of a long workout.

It was easy for Hunter to say, he wasn’t on the other end of it. Shawn was struggling with a shoulder press that he’d normally be able to rep at least twelve times.

He frustratedly put the bar back on the hooks of the rack, “I think I want to call it a night.”

“You sure?” Hunter asked as he grabbed a sweat rag.

Shawn thought about it for a moment and then sighed, “I don't want to hurt myself more, I think it’s the right call.”

“It’s always good to listen to your body,” Hunter wiped his face with the rag before continuing, “You know what my body is telling me?”

Shawn huffed a laugh and crossed his arms, “Oh I’m dying to know.”

He already knew.

Tossing the rag aside, Hunter made his way over to Shawn and hovered over him, “It’s telling me to bend you over the bench and have my way with you.”

Shawn rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face said everything Hunter needed to know, “As much as I want to take you up on that offer, I don't need my back broken twice.”

Hunter hummed and placed his hands on Shawn’s hips, “Who said I was gonna break your back? I can be gentle.”

Wrapping his arms around Hunter’s neck, Shawn brushed their noses together, “I know you can. Remember the time in the sauna?”

“Oh, I remember it fondly,” Hunter chuckled and kissed him softly, “But we don’t have to if it’s going to hurt.”

“If it does, we just go back to the bedroom and do boring missionary like old people,” Shawn shrugged and bit his lip, trying to melt Hunter with his eyes.

“Hey,” Hunter scorned playfully, “I like missionary.”

“You just like looking at me,” Shawn winked, “Now hurry up before I change my mind.”

The bigger man considered it a moment before sighing in defeat, “I’ll get the lube.”

Shawn was on Hunter the moment he came back, pulling him in by his sleeveless t-shirt and crushing their lips together.

It had been so long since Shawn felt in control of anything, but sex was the one aspect in which he had someone else relying on him. It was an equal give-and-take between Hunter and himself, no matter who was on top or who was in control at that moment.

In the time that they’d gotten to know each other intimately, they both learned every aspect of each other’s bodies. Shawn had memorized every inch of Hunter’s skin, every spot that was over-sensitive, and what made him tick when it came to the bedroom.

Hunter allowed Shawn to lead the kiss, pliable in his partner’s hands. Shawn nipped at his lower lip and their tongues met, a familiar dance ensued. The haste soon simmered down, and their kisses became more relaxed.

Shawn pulled back momentarily to take Hunter’s shirt off and then his own before leaning back in to kiss and suck on his partner’s neck. He knew the bigger man was done for the moment he nibbled on his earlobe and Hunter shuddered.

“God, Shawn,” Hunter let out as he pulled Shawn’s hips firmly against his own.

Even when he was injured and grumpy, Shawn knew the effect he had on Hunter, and he loved to use it. It was a nice boost to his confidence as well. Even though having sex in their gym in the privacy of their own home wasn’t something that Shawn considered to be very ‘out there,’ if it put a smile on Hunter’s face and gave them both an orgasm, who was he to say no?

Shawn pulled back for a moment, “Lube?”

“Uhh- One sec,” Hunter was out the door as fast as he could.

The sound of Hunter stomping through the house in search of the nearest bottle of lube made Shawn smile to himself. But Hunter was back before Shawn could even take his shorts off.

He smiled at Shawn and held up the little bottle before pocketing it and pulling him back in by the hips.

Hunter took the reigns. He nipped and sucked on Shawn’s collarbone, surely leaving bruises. Normally, Shawn wouldn’t let him leave visible hickeys, but with him staying home so much, it wasn't as big of a deal. He knew just how much Hunter liked to claim what was his and it made Shawn feel wanted and desired, reminding him that Hunter chose him and no one else.

Shawn let out a breath as Hunter bit down on a particularly sensitive area behind his ear, causing him to grind his hips forward. Hunter palmed Shawn’s ass before grabbing and tugging the front of his gym shorts

“Get these off,” Hunter urged in a low voice.

It always drove Shawn crazy when Hunter talked through it; his voice was so deep and rough when they fucked it was gorgeous. Shawn didn’t need to be told twice and he quickly stripped off his shoes and shorts so nothing remained between them once Hunter did the same.

He gave Hunter a gentle nudge on his chest, urging him to sit down on the edge of the nearby bench. Normally, Shawn would protest going to his knees on the hard floor, but the mat underneath the bench was thick enough that he could be there comfortably for a while.

He leaned up and gripped both of Hunter’s thighs, admiring his partner’s rippling muscles and his hard cock in between those legs. Hunter cupped his jaw, guiding him to look up.

“Those eyes,” Hunter hummed, his thumb tracing Shawn’s chin, “So gorgeous.”

Whether he was on his knees, his back, or whatever strange position Hunter could put him in, Shawn always had the bigger man eating out of the palm of his hand. He knew exactly what Hunter wanted and he’d no doubt give it, in that way, Shawn really held most of the power. But between them, it was a give and take.

That’s why it was so easy between them.

Shawn loved the praise from his partner, but he loved the noise that escaped from Hunter's throat when he leaned in and licked Hunter from base to tip even more. Hunter’s hand moved to the back of Shawn’s head, threading into his long hair.

Wrapping his hand around the base, Shawn took the tip of Hunter’s cock into his mouth. He made sure to keep his eyes looking up, locking his with the bigger man’s.

“Fuck,” Hunter exhaled, keeping that hand in Shawn’s hair snug.

He didn’t push or pull, Hunter always let Shawn start the pace when it came to head, it would set the mood for the rest of the act. Shawn took in more of Hunter’s cock into his mouth before pulling back and slowly beginning to bob his head.

Shawn took in every little breath and groan that Hunter uttered, every reaction from his partner just turned him on more and encouraged him to keep going. With his tongue sliding underneath and stopping every so often to work around the tip, it wouldn't be long before it was over if Shawn kept on like that.

The grip in Shawn’s hair tightened and Hunter gave a light tug to pull him off. He kept his eyes on Hunter’s as he sucked in the excess saliva back into his mouth, some dribbling onto his chin.

Hunter let out a low noise of satisfaction at the sight, “Pretty boy.”

Shawn’s gut flipped at the compliment, but he was ever eager to get to the next part as Hunter wiped his chin with a thumb and leaned down to kiss him. He squeezed Hunter’s thighs and stood slowly.

“Where’s the lube?” Shawn asked.

“It’s in my shorts, hold on-” Hunter stood briefly and quickly rummaged through their pile of clothes before returning.

“You want me bent over this thing?” Shawn raised a brow and nodded toward the bench.

Hunter slid his arms around Shawn’s waist from behind, one hand heading torturously low as he pressed slow kisses to Shawn’s shoulder, “Only if that’s what you want.”

The feeling of Hunter’s ready cock pressed against his ass was a good enough reason for Shawn to say yes. He leaned his weight back against his partner and exhaled, milking the attention from Hunter for just a little longer; Shawn hoped for his hand to snake just a little lower.

“Hmm, eager?“ Hunter nipped at Shawn’s earlobe.

He reached for Hunter’s hand and grabbed at his wrist that was oh so close to where he wanted it, “Stop teasing and fuck me.”

Hunter chuckled at that and placed one more kiss behind Shawn’s ear, “Both hands on the bench, one leg on the ground for support.”

It wasn't the most comfortable doggy style Shawn had ever been in, but he’d be the last to complain about that. With a knee on the bench and his other leg on the ground, his back shouldn’t cause him any issues.

“Never thought I’d be worried about my back during sex,” Shawn let out a small laugh at how ironic it truly felt.

Hunter leaned over and kissed from Shawn’s shoulders down his back, taking time to show extra love to the surgical scar that was ever the burden of Shawn’s existence. That itself was response enough to Shawn’s rib at himself; Hunter didn’t care. Despite all of it, Hunter wouldn’t let him feel bad about himself, he’d show Shawn that every inch of him was worthy of the love he needed.

In the time he’d taken to worship Shawn’s back, Hunter had also taken the tube of lube and slicked his fingers. Shawn inhaled sharply at the cold touch at his entrance, but Hunter only hovered.

“This okay?” He asked.

Shawn only ever got check-ins with Hunter. At first, he thought it wasn’t needed, if he didn’t like it he'd just tell him to stop. But as their relationship grew, Shawn started to appreciate them; it was a brief moment to bring him back down to earth, and it made it easier to give himself over to his partner.

“Yes,” Shawn dug his nails into the leather of the bench, anticipating.

“Relax baby,” Hunter soothed, his free hand rubbing comforting circles into Shawn’s hip.

Hunter pushed a finger in, agonizingly slow. Shawn tried to relax and let out a small gasp at the feeling. This part of sex could be his favorite or least favorite depending on his mood, today he was leaning towards least favorite. He’d been doing it long enough that he was able to adjust to the feeling quickly, but he wanted to skip ahead to the best part.

“Hunt-” Shawn whined.

Listening to his plea, Hunter added a second finger, making sure to open Shawn up as best he could. He was slow and meticulous with it, which drove Shawn insane, but if it made sure neither party was in pain, it was worth it.

Two became three, and before long, Shawn was a writhing mess on the bench. His face and chest were flushed red and sweat was starting to build on his brow.

“Hunter, please-”

“I know, baby, I know,” Hunter’s deep voice was comforting and unfair at the same time.

Hunter loved to watch Shawn squirm and beg, it made the reward that much more sweet, but Shawn was close to pleading. He cried out as Hunter hooked his fingers in just the right place. But as soon as the feeling was there, it was gone, Hunter having removed his fingers at the worst possible moment.

“You do that every time,” Shawn panted frustratedly and looked over his shoulder.

“Because it makes you react,” Hunter winked as he slicked up his cock with more lube. He leaned down, offering Shawn a kiss, “Ready?”

“God, yes. Hurry up,” Shawn scoffed but took the kiss affectionately.

Lining himself up, Hunter pushed in; he held one of Shawn’s hips with one hand, and the other on a shoulder to keep them both steady. He moaned at the feeling of Hunter’s cock filling him up, he loved that he was the only one who could make such a big guy react a certain way.

When Hunter bottomed out, he waited for Shawn to feel adjusted before adding one last check-in.

“Still okay?”

Shawn nodded frantically, “Yeah-” His voice was strained.

Hunter moved his other hand from Shawn’s shoulder back to his hip and slowly pulled back before thrusting forward again.

They both groaned, taking in the feeling of each other's bodies. Hunter began long slow strokes, making sure Shawn reacted to every one of them; he was not disappointed.

Part of Shawn wished he were back in their bed so he could scream into a pillow, but the sweet slow build-up had Shawn on cloud nine. He didn't have to think about anything other than how good it felt to take Hunter’s cock.

“That feel good, baby?” Hunter continued his thrusts, a little more power behind each one.

A hand smacked at Shawn’s ass cheek, making him yelp. It was surely going to leave a mark, but he didn't care.

“Fuck- Hunt-” Shawn could hardly get his words out as Hunter’s thrusts grew harder and faster.

“So perfect for me,” Hunter growled, a hand wrapping into the length of Shawn’s hair, “You take it so well.”

He didn't pull hard, but it was enough for Shawn to react with a whine. Shawn wanted more and craved more, but he knew he was limited in what he could handle at the moment.

Throughout the entire process, the pair still managed to keep sex a priority, even though Hunter refused to lay a hand on Shawn the first few weeks after his surgery because he didn’t want to hurt him. As Shawn continued to heal and get stronger, they made certain things, and positions, work. While Shawn couldn’t bend all the ways he used to be able to, they still enjoyed themselves.

It was becoming too much. Hunter’s thrusts were so precise it was like he knew exactly what would drive Shawn to the brink. His cock was aching between his legs, begging for attention, but Hunter kept the pace somewhere between too slow and so brutally fast that Shawn couldn’t even form words.

Shawn tried to bury his face into his arms to muffle his cries but Hunter wasn’t allowing that.

“Use your words, baby,” Hunter breathed as he leaned over Shawn’s back, one hand moving from his hair to his throat, “Tell me what you want…”

Hunter pulled Shawn’s back into his chest and slowed the pace, his thrusts still hitting the spot that made Shawn see stars. He wanted to lean back against Hunter and have his body show the bigger man how much he wanted more, but he couldn’t.

The feeling of Hunter breathing down his neck as he continued his onslaught almost drove Shawn insane.

Each thrust hit home, causing Shawn to cry out with each one, “Ah- Fuck! Hunt-”

“If you don’t tell me,” Hunter gave Shawn’s throat a slight squeeze as he kissed and nipped his ear, “I can’t give it to you.”

Shawn caved, he was done for, he would do it himself if he didn’t need his arms for stability. His voice didn’t sound like his own, but he was too far gone to care.

“Touch me,” Shawn begged.

“Good boy,” Hunter removed his hand from around Shawn’s throat and wrapped it around his leaking cock.

Hunter picked up his thrusts again, his free arm holding Shawn in place as he fucked into him and pumped his cock.

Shawn was a mess, there was no other way to describe it. Hunter was in complete control, Shawn wouldn’t last long, he’d given himself over, he always did when it came to Hunter.

“Cum for me baby,” Hunter purred, coaxing Shawn on, “You’re so beautiful like this.”

Shawn whimpered as he felt the heat build-up in his gut. The sound of skin against skin and Hunter’s encouraging words had him over the edge and he cried out as he came.

Hunter talked Shawn through his orgasm, still pumping his cock to the point of overstimulation. Shawn wanted to collapse, he was exhausted, but Hunter wasn’t done.

Leaving gentle kisses across Shawn’s shoulders, Hunter waited for him to come down a bit.

“Alright?” Hunter asked, his tone entirely different than seconds before.

Shawn knew what Hunter was asking. Was it okay for him to continue, or would it be too much? There was no pressure, but of course, Shawn wanted his partner to finish.

“I’m okay,” Shawn breathed, leaning back a little to touch as much of Hunter as he could.

That was all Hunter needed to stand back up, grab Shawn by the hips, and rail into him till he saw stars. Shawn was so gone by that point, but he urged his partner on, saying all the things he knew Hunter loved to hear.

He was whining, begging, and pleading, as Hunter fucked him. Shawn was hardly coherent as it happened, but it was his favorite headspace to be in.

“Oh- fuck- Shawn-” Hunter’s thrusts became frantic before he stilled, spilling into Shawn.

They both paused for a moment, catching their breath. Shawn was ready to collapse as Hunter practically gasped for air. He leaned down one more time to press an apologetic kiss to Shawn’s shoulder as he pulled out.

Hunter grabbed a nearby gym rag and began to clean them both up.

“You got cum on my hip,” Shawn complained afterward. He stood slowly and touched his side where the sticky substance was.

Hunter did his best to stifle his laugh, “I know, I’m sorry,” he quickly wiped it off and lifted Shawn’s chin with his clean hand to kiss him softly.

Shawn already felt so melted as it was, all he wanted was to be carried to bed. He wrapped his arms around Hunter’s neck and nestled up to his chest.

“‘Mm tired,” He mumbled into the bigger man’s skin.

Hunter nuzzled into the side of Shawn’s face, leaving comforting kisses across his cheek and jawline, “Shower, then bed.”

Groaning at all the extra work that had to be done, Shawn made one last ditch effort, “Carry me?”

***

Connecticut in the fall was beautiful. The leaves turned various shades of orange and yellow and the air was crisp and cool.

Shawn hated it.

Being cold was on his top five list of least favorite things, with winter being at the top. He was a Southern boy, that’s where he thrived. There were plenty of falls and winters that he spent on the road but being able to go to come to Texas, for even a short amount of time, made up for it.

He was a grown man, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss his parents and family. There was no denying that he was a little homesick.

The doctor still hadn’t cleared him to travel, and it was really starting to get to him. Just a week back in Texas would probably do Shawn wonders.

The boredom of healing still hadn’t gone away either, but whenever he wasn’t doing physical therapy, working out to build up muscle again, or snooping into Raw on Mondays, he was dead bored.

Shawn was outside wrapped in a sweatshirt and two big overcoats as he raked the leaves in front of the house. It wasn’t much, but it kept him moving and he had the radio set up on the porch playing his favorite country station. Even though he felt like he was going to freeze to death, it could’ve been worse.

The cold reminded him of Bret and the walks they used to take up in Calgary when it snowed. Shawn was always shivering like a frost-bitten chihuahua while Bret would drag him along to show him the frozen pond by his childhood home.

It was Canada, so the ice was thick enough to stand on, and Shawn remembered slipping so many times that he’d yank Bret down with him. Eventually, he’d gotten the hang of it and Bret was able to catch him when he stumbled.

Shawn paused and shook his head, almost trying to shake away the memory from his brain. It was a fond but very distant memory; that was near the beginning of his relationship with Bret, before things turned sour.

They were sweet to each other for a while, till ego and substances got in the way. But the sweet memories didn’t matter anymore, just the fact that Shawn still had it set in his mind that he needed to make things right.

Was it wrong to look back on certain aspects of their relationship fondly? Was that dishonest with Hunter?

The only thing left unsaid between Bret and Shawn was an apology from Shawn’s end, that was it. He just wanted it all to be over and done with, it was so frustrating.

Shawn once again grew bored and decided to head back inside before he froze to death. He took off all the extra layers, leaving just his sweatpants and sweatshirt, because even inside he was still cold.

Tea was something that Hunter introduced him to. Shawn had only ever considered sweet tea to be good in his life so the fact that he was standing there warming a kettle on the stove spoke volumes.

As the water heated, Shawn plopped himself on the counter, grabbed the nearby phone off the wall, and dialed the number for the hotel Hunter was staying at in Colorado.

He gave the hotel receptionist his information and waited to be transferred. It rang for a while, but eventually, there was no answer. Which wasn’t entirely weird, it wasn’t very late over there so maybe Hunter just hadn’t gotten back from the house show yet.

Shawn left a message telling Hunter to call him back whenever he had time and that he missed him.

He would be home tomorrow, so there was really no reason to worry, but there was always that paranoia in the back of Shawn's brain trying to get at him.

Once the water had boiled and the tea was steeped, Shawn settled on the couch to watch TV. It wasn’t Monday so there was no wrestling on, but sometimes he enjoyed watching reruns of M*A*S*H or Cheers. The stuff he watched as a kid that brought him comfort.

He felt comfortable and relaxed, which was new. Shawn still struggled with being alone a lot of the time, but there were times when he started to enjoy the peace. It would just be more tolerable if he was curled up with Hunter.

At some point, he must have started dozing because the phone ringing startled him awake. He rubbed his eyes and got up as fast as his back would let him to run to the kitchen. There was a ninety percent chance that it was Hunter so he answered like he normally would.

“Hey babe,” Shawn said with a yawn.

A voice he hadn't heard in a long time responded, “Been a long time since you called me that.”

Shawn’s chest tightened, why in the hell was Bret on the phone? How did he even have the phone number to Hunter’s house? Something wasn't right.

“Why are you calling me?” Shawn questioned with a bite.

“Take it easy,” Bret scoffed on the other line, “Listen, everything’s fine, but Hunter’s a little banged up.”

Shawn felt the blood leave his face, his heartbeat quickened as a million possibilities ran through his mind. Hunter was hurt and he was stuck here. There was nothing he could do.

“What happened? Where's Hunter?” His voice sounded panicked.

“It’s alright, calm down-”

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! Tell me what happened,” Shawn snapped.

He wasn't handling this well, but how could he? He didn't know where Hunter was or what was wrong, and Bret still knew exactly how to push his buttons.

Bret sighed at Shawn’s attitude, “Listen, he took a bump wrong and got concussed, but he's fine.”

“Then why are you calling me? He could tell me that himself,” Shawn felt a small amount of relief that Hunter wasn't too hurt, but the concern went nowhere.

“He’s still in with the medic,” Bret added, “He told me to call you.”

So many other names ran through Shawn’s mind, why the hell did it have to be Bret of all people? Maybe Hunter had more brain damage than he thought, because never in a million years did Shawn think Hunter would encourage his ex to call him.

“I need to talk to him,” Shawn didn’t want to hear Bret’s voice anymore.

“I’ll go in once the doctor leaves… Jeez, were you always this impatient?” Bret jabbed.

That irritated Shawn more than it should have. He shouldn't let Bret’s words get to him, his only concern should be Hunter and his well-being.

“Was no one else around? Why are you with Hunter?” Shawn ignored Bret’s words and kept prying.

He wanted answers.

Bret hesitated, “I don't know if that's for me to say.”

That could mean a million different things and Shawn's mind immediately went to the worst of them. Before he could respond, he heard some background noise on the other line and soon Hunter’s voice came through.

“Hey baby,” Hunter sounded exhausted.

“What happened? Why is Bret with you? Are you coming home?” Shawn fired off questions.

“Easy babe, my head is killing me,” Hunter grumbled.

Shawn stayed quiet.

“Kane got me with a tombstone, I was too low and didn't tuck the right way. Yes, I'm coming home, and Bret’s here because he's helping.” Hunter explained.

“How is he helping? You could've picked anyone else but you landed on Bret?” Shawn knew his tone sounded accusatory but he was really frustrated.

“Bret and I…” Hunter paused.

Shawn prepared for the ultimate blow. He felt his lungs shrivel and the worst-case scenario ran through his mind. Everything he built with Hunter was about to be destroyed. Hunter was cheating with his ex. Did Shawn deserve such a horrendous fate? Probably. Things couldn't get worse.

“We’re working on his comeback,” Hunter explained, “I've been helping him out and he’s been helping me out.”

Shawn swallowed, he wasn't sure how to process anything he just heard, “I’d rather you be cheating on me.”

Hunter made a surprised noise at that, “What?”

Shawn was angry and hurt, but his concern for Hunter and the relief of not being cheated on topped that at the moment, “Just- fuck. I’ll yell at you when you get home. I just need you to be okay.”

“I’m okay babe, I promise. I'll probably just be out for a few weeks,” Hunter reassured.

“How are you getting home?” Shawn asked.

Hunter wouldn't be able to drive with a concussion, and Shawn wasn’t cleared to travel yet to come get him. He had a feeling he already knew the answer to that.

“I know you don't want to hear this, but Bret’s the only one that can do it.”

Of course. Shawn shouldn't have expected anything else. What he wasn't ready for, was what Hunter said next.

“He’s gonna stay with us till I'm healed up,” Hunter said like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“What are you talking about? I'll take care of you,” Shawn was exasperated.

Hunter really had hit his head too hard.

“You have to focus on your own healing, Shawn. Bret’s just going to help out a bit, it won't be forever,” Hunter reasoned.

“The answer is no,” Shawn figured now was a good time to put his foot down.

He could hear Hunter sigh on the other line, “Shawn, he's the only one that can do it. He's not on the show at the moment, he’s done with WCW. Everyone else is on the road.”

Hunter and his dumb logic. Shawn hated that it made sense. It was a losing argument, he had the urge to kick and scream like a child, but there was no getting what he wanted.

Shawn sighed in defeat and asked, “When will you be home?”

“In the morning babe, don't you worry,” Hunter tried to sound reassuring, “The doc is coming back in, I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay…”

The line clicked and Shawn was alone all over again. It was too much for him to handle. Hunter being hurt, Hunter working with Bret, Bret staying in his home, and his own injury and self-righteous bullshit, he had so many conflicting feelings. It was all so overwhelming, all he wanted was to be with Hunter and to get back in the ring. He wasn't ready to face everything all at once.

Shawn felt the tears build up in his eyes as he put the phone back on the receiver. It was like the universe saw him as a chew toy. He took a deep breath and clenched his eyes so the tears wouldn't fall.

He went to bed early that night.

[deviousdevilx]

Silverusso fans keep mentioning the kidnapping/cage scene, the sauna scene and the letter scene with Terry in his now beloved pinstriped suit but…

The tournament scene was 🔥 between them. The looks they kept giving each other were incredibly intense. Especially the ones Terry kept serving Daniel with. He was like a hunter on the prowl, and Daniel on the wrong end of the hunt. Very Wolf and Bunny coded. Even from opposite ends of the room there was this spark between them. Absolutely insane that CK allowed this.

And bless them for it!

I’ll eat up any and all scenes between them, but yeah the glances and stares are delicious 😍

I feel like all that confidence Daniel had at the end of season 5 kinda disappeared. Especially with Terry all like 😈 across the room with Daniel 🥺+😠 lol

[raccoonsrummagerostrum]

Yautja gets sick

Word count: 351

GN!Yautja x GN! reader, reverse comfort

Warnings: sickness, sneezing

This was an embarrassment. A humiliation. They are a worrier, a soldier, a hunter.

When a yautja is hunting down their prey they barely sleep, they barely eat, they don't rest, and they definitely don't take breaks. 

They do not stop until they have made the kill. 

But here they are, hold up in your bed, a thermometer in their mouth and you with a tub of vicks in your hands.

They were sick.

You pulled the thermometer out and looked at it. 146°f. Was that normal? Forget the thermometer. The vicks would help. 

Your yautja grumbled as you gently spread it around their chest. "Oh hush," you chastised, "it'll help with your congestion. And almost on cue.

ACCCHHHHAJJJJJKGHU

It took you a second to recalibrate after that. You heard a deep guttural "ahem" of your yautja cleaning their throat. 

You looked down at them, cuddled up in a pile of blankets, scales faintly flushed, snorting and shifting in a vain attempt to get comfy. And all you saw, was a little baby.

For the next several days you doted on them. Bringing them lots of food and water. Turning your house almost into a sauna. Taking very hot showers with them, and cuddling up nice and warm at night.

Eventually they got better. And at the end of the whole affair they came to you. 

Getting down on one knee they pressed their forehead into the back of your hand and thanked you profusely for taking care of them in their dire time of need. 

Typically such displays of care were reserved for mothers and their pups. They certainly would never have relied on their hunting party to care for them as you have. 

Of course you let them know that you were happy to do the job, and that you would do it again any time. 

Thankfully yautja immune systems are like steel tanks, (almost) impenetrable. 

In Fact the next time someone was sick, it was you after spending just the night on their hunting ship. 

For as tough as yautja immune systems are, their diseases are much worse.

[gennydreams]

The book I’m reading right now: A high stakes fantasy book with lots of mythological and fantastical elements, described by my friends as a cross between Hunter Games and Percy Jackson

Also the book I’m reading: “Two dudes chilling in a sauna. Five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay.”

[valdrinors-writing]

so ive been thinking of p4 asau shadows and am going to be super annoying about them

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shadow priestess yosuke wants to escape. he's stuck at a crossroads between junes' and inaba and moving back to the big city. he doesnt care how or when, he wants out!

his shadow is a pirate and his dungeon resembles one of those like community theatre productions of shows w pirates in them? its quite clearly a set lmao the producers of the midnight channel really went under budget for that one

plus him being a captain gives him some form of agency that he feels as though he never gets lol

shadow emperor yukiko's dungeon is the one that has the most thought put into it - its a haunted house, with yukiko as an onryo

unlike canon yukiko emperor yukiko has a shit tonne of insecurities about 'not being feminine enough' to be the heir to the amagi inn - she cant cook or clean and she sucks at talking to people w/o them becoming weirded out - so she overcompensates becoming an ice queen who has basically blocked herself off from anyone

then fortune chie comes back after 5 years away. then the amagi inn gets filmed by ghost hunters trying to find ms yamanos ghost. then she falls into the tv world and y e a h nothing is fine and everything hurts

shadow kanji is very similar to his shadow in canon, but add in the fact that he's quite publicly presented as being the 'cool masculine' one to the mix

he still feels awkward about his identity, being swarmed by women makes him uncomfortable because he wants privacy goddammit! why can't they just treat him like a human being?

spoiler alert stalkers are stalkers which was part of the reason that he came back to inaba to work at his mom's textile shop - and yeah, that adds on everything

his dungeon resembles the sauna in canon, but kanji himself has been split into two sides - the feminine campy 'sauna kanji', and the hyperaggressive man's man 'leather kanji'. they both argue and fight over who's the real kanji, which results in the dungeon being a mess lmao

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@beezonia @hobie-doh @rollthedice-playthecards

[o-craven-canto]

What if humans had never discovered fire? Could there ever have been a complex, literate, technological civilization if we’d never learned how to rub two sticks together? I think it can be imagined. Our fireless society would have to exist somewhere in the far north, somewhere without too much dry vegetation. Slopes of black soil fuzzed in dense, sodden moss, glaciers that roll perilously over the peaks, reindeer nuzzling the muck, seals groaning on swept-out floes. Between the mountains and the sea, a bubbling volcanic lake, and a city on its shores: huts, sealskin stretched over whale-ribs, temples and palaces in jagged blocks of stone. Hunters set out in walrus-skin canoes with stone harpoons; when they return the meat is carved, thrown into nets, and lowered into the lake to boil. Elsewhere, there are farmers, blubber-slathered, who tend to the forests of kelp. Fish are bred in shallow pools; every year the water foams with roe, and ledges heave long fillets curing for the winter. Nobody goes cold at night, as the geothermal waters are carried into every home. These people are master plumbers by necessity. Their epics and legends are about pipes and channels; instead of hearth-gods, they have the spirits of the soapstone radiator. Maybe saunas, hot and cold showers; maybe a hydraulic messaging system, with letters scratched in pumice. The great library is an ossuary: endless racks of antlers and whale-skulls, crowded with scrimshaw to record the deeds of gods and kings. The librarian gets her daily ration of sous-vide seal and salty kelp-porridge. She knows only about books and doesn’t think too much about where her food comes from. But the nights are long up here. How can she read without a candle? Well, the intestinal tracts of polar squid are full of bioluminescent bacteria. Leave a fresh squid in cold water for a few days and it will begin to glow. In the long, dark winter, the streets are lit by bowls of phosphorescent slime, steadily burning an unearthly blue. And above them, the aurora shines in long, lonely squid-gut strands . . .

-- Sam Kriss, Infinite Hitlers [an essay on alternate history], 2021

(I love everything about this scenario, but geothermal cooking sounds far too spotty to be useful on civilization-building scale, and I'm doubtful that you could feed a human-like brain only on the raw food that human teeth and intestines can process; our use of fire for cooking stretches much further back than the latest wave of development of our brain cortex)

[juniper-simblr]

Greetings from Bluewater Village. Public (community) lots

A quick introduction to all of the public lots in Bluewater Village. This is the lots that can't be owned by a sim.

There's currently 3 public community lots in Bluewater Village:

Bluewater Retirement Home Right in the middle of Bluewater Village, you'll find a big, but cozy, retirement home for those elder sims who seek a close-knit community.

Hunter's Park It's.... a park. lol.

1-2-3+ Gym A free to use gym for any sim who wants to. The gym features basic training equipment and a sauna. There's even talk about expanding with an indoor pool at some point!

[hunahuna-un]

Fic catalogue: ❤

Don't know quite where to start? Here is a short list hopefully helpful in picking what you'd like.

Couple things: ♥ All Explicit, unless otherwise stated (rest are Mature) ♥ All have old name for cowboy ♥ All yeehan (mchanzo), minus the separate list ♥ Mind the tags / warnings!

List mentions whether it's versatile, top or bottom, or just other. Tags mentioned are only a few key tags.

♥ All my works ♥ Series (most are loosely) ♥ Collections Listed: Longer fics, One shots, Not just yeehan, Other (not a fic per se)

This got long, so the 20 fics are below cut. ^^;

~~~ notes: btm Han = bottom Hanzo top Han = top Hanzo versatile = both (or neither?) other = no penetration (may have fingering)

(I debated whether to include this, but since it matters to many and not all my fics have it tagged, I thought this was a good way for those who give a damn about top/bottom to find something. Many also have lot of other forms including mouth, thighs, fingers etc. So this is very barebones.) Canon is more like based on canon. I have so many AUs so... Noodles = noodle dragons ~~~

Longer fics:

- Twisted Roads (73k/80+k fin.) ch: 25/28, first, canon, one night stand gone wrong, after recall, versatile - Secret of the Forest ch: 4/20+, Fantasy AU, Elfzo, Orcass, slow burn, size difference, btm Han - Frozen Doll (14k) [finished! Mature] Fantasy AU, Winter Fae Hanzo + Bear shapeshifter, hot spring, sauna, rituals, btm Han - Giving a Finger (10k) [finished!] canon, after recall, noodles, oral fixation, other - The Words Left Unsaid (7,1k/written 11,8k+) ch: 3/10?, canon, Scion trans Hanzo + bodyguard, sexual tension, fuckbuddies, everyone is a little shit, power btm Hanzo - Dragon’s Heart (3,3k/written 6,3k+) ch: 2/? (6-8), denial Hanzo, drunk sex, somno, noodles It's not gay if the balls don't touch - Take me back (5,7k) [finished! Mature] canon, kidnapping, pining, noodles what happened not tagged (hence chose no warnings) - Only Human (5,7k) [finished!] AU, dad dragon hanzo + hunter, enemies to lovers, fuck or die, size difference, oviposition (marked), rough sex, pwp one shot really, top Han - Time Is Eternity ch: 1/?, AU, currently has meeting as kids + teens very benign, will be on backburner for now

One shots:

[all finished!] mostly just pwp/smut, length 1-5k~ - Tonight (login) Scion Hanzo, Blackwatch cowboy, canon, semi-public, versatile - Those Gloves (login) Scion Hanzo, Blackwatch cowboy, canon, gloves, spanking, dirty talk, dom Hanzo, other - Old Love, New Care Omnic / Cyber Dragon Hanzo, canon/AU, rough sex, angst, nails, dirty talk, my dick is crying, top Han - The Forbidden Flower Elfzo + invisible cowboy (race not specified), Fantasy AU, biting, semi public, exhibitionism, degradation, dirty talk, btm Han - Cupid's Shot (login) Cupid Hanzo (trying to hook him up), am i gay?, ch1: top Han, ch2: btm Han (they have different smut) - Tide both mers, Fantasy AU, mating rituals, mer genitalia, versatile (simultaneously) - Little minx wants to ride the cowboy dick (login) masturbation, voice kink, dirty talk, rp side fic, btm Han (fantasy) / other - Dancing Dragon [Mature] erotic dancing, strip tease, lapdance, teasing - Today is a fine day for... Lifeguard, semi-public, sex toys, filming, teasing, btm Han

Not just yeehan:

- Three's a Crowd DragonLily (side dish) + Yeehan (endgame, Explicit)

-Love and Thrust Yeehanweaver (yeehan + Niran)

Other:

-Hanzo's poems (Each chapter is a separate poem) -The the the (don't ask)

[2baddiesfanfics]

Let Destiny Decide (Final Chapter)

Pairing: Kafka x Himeko

Tags: Angst, Exes, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering

Summary:

As much as she's tried, Kafka still can't seem to leave Himeko alone. When she sees her with another woman in an intergalactic newspaper, she's determined to discover their relationship. Will she get the answer she's been longing for, or regret seeking it out?

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Chapter 3: The Future I Yearn For

Kafka stared down at her reflection in the glass of whisky that sat before her. The last time she’d drank out of anger seemed like a century ago. That fateful night - the first time she and Himeko had acted on their complicated feelings for each other - stirred up emotions she’d rather let go of.

Unfortunately, seeing that snapshot of her in the local paper speaking to some unknown woman had sent her into a self-destructive spiral. Thankfully the article accompanying said photograph revealed the location of where it was taken.

The planet of Tranquilia was well known for its many natural hot springs and opulent spas. She wasn’t sure if it was the booze or the explicit images her mind was concocting, but her face felt like she had entered a sauna.

Ah, fuck ‘er. She’s doing it on purpose. She always has. Crinkling the flimsy newspaper in her fist, she was determined to forget what she had seen. Well…maybe not completely. She had followed her to the planet, after all. She didn’t even know if she was still here. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by a stranger saddling up next to her.

“Hey there. What brings you to Tranquilia?” The woman before her didn’t hold a candle to Himeko, but she was drunk. And horny. So, she’d entertain the opportunity and see where it went.

“I felt like indulging my senses,” she replied, her voice dripping with suggestion. 

“Oh, ho. Then I’m happy to tell you you’ve come to the right place,” the woman replied, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her glass.

The corners of Kafka’s mouth twitched upward in a smirk. “That so?” She leaned forward, her words grabbing the stranger and pulling her closer. “Perhaps you can come to my-” The Stellaron Hunter stopped mid-innuendo.

“Kafka? What the fuck are you doing here?” Himeko’s cheeks were as red as her hair - whether it was out of jealousy or anger, she couldn’t tell. The girl from the photograph stood a few paces behind her.

Oh, this is gonna be fun. She stood and walked toward the leader of the Astral Express, the woman she had been teasing previously now all but forgotten.

“Himeko,” she purred. “What a coincidence. I see you’ve been missing me…so much so that you’re apparently seeking solace in the arms of…your new friend there.” She tossed a nod toward her unnamed companion as she reached forward to brush a loose strand of hair behind Himeko’s ear. Himeko promptly swatted her hand away.

“Shut up, Kafka. For your information, I’m strictly here on business,” she replied with a scowl.

Kafka let out a throaty chuckle, more than willing to play this little game with her. “Come now, princess. Don’t be like that.” She was closing in on her, ever in pursuit of her prey. “I’ve missed you…” Her sweet whispered words weaved a spell she knew she’d never be able to resist.

“Kafka. I’m serious. Stop,” Himeko ordered, gripping her shoulder firmly.

“Forget little miss whoever the fuck that is and come play with me,” her breath hot on her ear.

The resounding sound of Himeko’s open palm landing on Kafka’s cheek echoed throughout the room.

The Stellaron Hunter’s eyes blazed with crazed intensity. “You know I love it when you play hard to get. How long you here for?”

“As if I’d tell you.”

With a shrug, Kafka shot back, “Suit yourself,” and walked back to the bar to continue her prior flirtation. “So, where did we leave off, sweetheart?”

Fuming, Himeko sat at the far end of the bar with her associate trying her absolute hardest to ignore her ridiculous attempt to get to her. The longer her meeting went on, the more she realized there was no way she was going to be able to focus.

“I’m sorry, Rin. I’m a little shaken up. Why don’t we pick up this conversation tomorrow?” She requested with a gentle smile.

“Of course, Ms. Himeko. You know the IPC values any information you can provide. I’m here for another few days, so there’s no rush. Enjoy the rest of your night!” And with that, she headed out.

The red-haired leader of the Astral Express wasn’t proud of what she was about to do. But after two glasses of red, she no longer cared. This was how it was and always would be. She’d try to run as far away as possible, but Kafka sucked her right back in, like a black hole.

Summoning every ounce of courage, she rose from her stool at the bar, grabbed her room key card out of her bag, and strode up to her.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she commanded as she slipped it into the breast pocket of the Stellaron Hunter’s coat.

Without hesitation, Kafka downed the rest of the amber liquid in her cup, pulled out a stack of credits, told the stranger to buy herself another drink, and rushed after her.

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No sooner than Himeko had started to undress for a bath did she hear the click of the automatic door open and shut. Quickly donning a silk bathrobe, she walked out to face her.

“You sure don’t waste any time, do you? Are you that desperate for human interaction? Certainly seems like it with how you were drooling over that woman at the bar. Pathetic.”

Kafka scoffed, leaning against the wall so as not to betray the fact she had her fair share of alcohol that night. “You’re one to talk. Mind telling me who the fuck that was following you around like a Diting aboard the Xianzhou Luofu?”

Himeko’s anger got the better of her. She stomped over to where she stood, hoping to sound more intimidating than she felt. “And why would you care, Kafka? You never have. You certainly had no issue up and leaving me the first time. Now you decide you want back in my life? It doesn’t work that way. I only invited you to my room so we could hash this out in private. I don’t need you embarrassing me in front of the IPC.” A lie, but she’d never admit it.

“Ohhhh, so that’s who that little bitch was. I know you said you wouldn’t get into bed with a Stellaron Hunter, but the IPC? You’ve hit a new low with that one,” she said with a grimace.

“Shut your mouth, Kafka. You’re drunk. Grab a spot on the couch, sleep it off, and leave when you can form a coherent thought. I’m going to bathe and go to bed.” To punctuate her stance, she boldly slipped out of her robe, kicked it to the side, and sauntered to the bathroom.

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She had never been more grateful to be staying on a planet known for the healing properties of its water. It felt divine as she sunk below the liquid – she could hear faint traces of a jazz album playing on the in-room phonograph. Her body ached from attending meeting after meeting the previous day. Truly, the last thing she needed was yet another run-in with her past mistakes. Mistake? Was that how she really felt? Or was she simply trying to convince herself that was the case?

When she re-emerged, she nearly choked.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get out!!”

Kafka had already half-stripped, her fingers swiftly traveling down the line of buttons that kept her shirt on.

“Will you stop yelling already? It’s not like we’ve never seen each other naked before. Calm down. I just want to soak.”

When she finished removing her clothing, she walked to the edge of the tub and slid down far too close for comfort.

“Opposite side, Kafka,” Himeko warned, feeling the skin of the Stellaron Hunter’s back slip against her chest. Kafka leaned back and rested her head on her shoulder with a contented sigh.

“Oh, I don’t think you actually want that. If you ask me, you didn’t put up much of a fight. I think you want this,” she teased as she placed a gentle kiss just below the base of her neck.

Himeko had to steady herself to ensure she wouldn’t stutter. “Behave yourself, or I’m kicking you out.”

“You really are no fun, are you? Why do you have to take everything so seriously all the time?”

Suddenly, Kafka felt Himeko slide her arms around her waist, pulling her close to her tightly.

“Kafka, tell me. Why are you really here? You were the first to leave. Now you follow me everywhere I go. And I’m not just talking planets, here. Every second of every day, no matter what I do or where I travel…I see you. Hear you. Feel you.”

For once, the Stellaron Hunter was at a loss for words. A part of her was expecting yet another fling and flee. But she was serious. She could hear it in her voice.

“Princess…I…you know this is what we do. I’ve got a script to stick to. Every once and awhile I’ll deviate, but I can’t…stay.”

“Then why won’t you just leave me alone? Let me move on, Kafka.” She could tell Himeko had broken into tears. Even she wasn’t sure what she was constantly running from. Was it the future in general, or a future where Himeko was in danger because of her? She led a perilous life, and if she got her caught up in whatever future Elio had seen…

Her hands sought those that were wrapped around her. “Trust me, Himeko. If I could I would,” she whispered.

“What’s stopping you? Why are you so obsessed with the future Elio sees? Why not try to make your own…with me?

Kafka untangled herself and rose from the tub, stepping gingerly onto the bathroom mat. Grabbing a towel off the rack, she wrapped it around herself, a meager shield against a question that remained unanswered.

“Don’t you dare run away from me again!” Himeko shouted as she pulled a towel for herself. “Answer me! Why are you so fearful of coming back to me?”

Kafka turned on her in urgency. “Because I’m scared of what Elio showed me! There are myriad futures out there, Himeko. Too many end with you getting hurt because of me.” She looked away, unable to meet her gaze.

“Kafka, I-“ Himeko reached for her, the same hand that struck her earlier now stroking the lingering burn that remained. “I don’t care.”

“…what do you mean you don’t care? I CARE. That’s why-“

“That’s why what? Just say it.”

“That’s why I keep coming back. We may have parted ways, but I can’t move forward without reminding myself you’re still here.”

Himeko shifted closer, her arms encircling the Stellaron Hunter’s neck. “I’ve been here, Kafka. I’m not going anywhere, and I’ll be damned if some mysterious director of fate is going to tell me otherwise.”

Kafka closed in, her face so close Himeko could smell the remnants of whiskey hot on her breath. Warm. Inviting. Intoxicating.

“Are you saying you’re still willing to make a future with me? Regardless of what may come?”

“I’ve always said humanity never conceals its desire to control the heavens…and I’m no exception. Our fates are not set in stone, Kafka. We make our own, Elio’s scripts be damned.”

Kafka lunged forward, capturing her lips with hers. Their towels forgotten, she lifted her with ease and carried her to the plush bed that was much too big for only one person.

“You sure…you weren’t expecting company…tonight?” She asked snidely between kisses.

“You…really do…talk too much,” Himeko replied. “Especially for someone…who was about to…fuck a woman nowhere near…as beautiful as I am.”

The Stellaron Hunter’s laugh reverberated against the tender skin of her neck as she muttered, “Too much time away from you must have lowered my standards.”

“Damn right,” Himeko replied smugly. Tired of her commentary, Kafka reached up and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Shhhh. You wouldn’t want to ruin such a sweet reunion, now, would you? The only thing coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours should be my name,” she chastised, her voice muffled between her cleavage. The hot wetness of her tongue against her breast made Himeko sigh with bliss.

Working one taught nipple between her fingertips, she toyed with the other, licking, sucking, biting.

“Ahhh…Kafka…”

“Much better. Now…admit you missed this. Missed me,” she demanded. Stealing a glance at her lover’s flushed face. Seeing Himeko submit to her would never grow tiresome. She was at Kafka’s mercy and enjoying every second of it.

“Sure sounded - fuck - like you were the one - haaaa - who missed me. Roaming across the galaxy because you - hnnnn - thought I was screwing someone else…” she gasped.

Kafka’s lips traveled down her toned stomach, tasting every inch of her skin. The sounds Himeko was making while trying to string together an intelligible sentence stoked the fire that ran through her veins. She longed to savor the wetness that now surely pooled between her thighs.

“Open wider for me, love,” she requested. Watching her expose herself further nearly made her want to stroke herself, but she maintained focus to ensure she adequately showed Himeko how badly she wanted her.

Positioning herself comfortably, she peppered kisses everywhere but where Himeko desired her to be.

“Kafka…please…now…”

“Don’t be greedy, baby. Let me treat you right,” she taunted as she lazily traced her opening with her finger. The leader of the Astral Express whimpered, a wordless plea for more. “Are you going to take it like a good girl?”

“Yes, I- oh, fuckkkkkk,” she screamed as Kafka plunged two fingers into her. Between the squelching sounds of her arousal and the obscenities Himeko uttered, it became increasingly difficult for her to keep a steady pace. She buried her face into her, the scent and taste of her driving her mad.

“Kaf…too intense…going to…”

“Not yet, you aren’t,” the Stellaron Hunter teased. Removing her fingers, she rubbed Himeko’s clit in rough circles, bringing her to the edge.

“KAFKA! FUCK!” With the jerk of her hips that signaled her orgasm, Kafka bit the juncture of her thigh hard enough to leave a brand.

Mine.

Kafka moved up to straddle the waist of her conquest as she watched her chest rise and fall quickly. The other woman looked her up and down, noting her body was marred far more than she remembered during their last tryst. Himeko smirked when she eyed the Stellaron Hunter’s arousal dripping down her leg.

“Seems I’m not the only one who enjoyed that.”

“What can I say? You simply drive me mad with desire.”

“Well, while I sit here and recover from the result of your madness, how about I lay back and you show me how much you really miss me?”

Kafka shook her head in disbelief. “My, you’ve gotten bolder since we last did this, hmm?” She said as she slowly moved her index finger across the swollen bundle of nerves that sat between her thighs. Her gasp caught in her throat as she watched the leader of the Astral Express hungrily devour her movements.

Placing her other hand behind her for support, she carefully leaned back and spread her legs further to give her a better view as she moaned Himeko's name. The woman beneath her slid her fingers up the inner part of Kafka’s thighs and rubbed soothing circles as she observed her thrusting in and out of herself. Deciding she’d tortured her enough, she moved her hand up further, stopping to press her thumb against Kafka’s clit. The Stellaron Huner jolted and moaned at the welcome sensation.

Himeko sat up and took a perked nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, matching the pace of her thumb below. Kafka increased the plunging of her finger as she felt her lover cease her ministrations and grab her wrist.

Letting go of Kafka’s breast with a sharp “pop,” she purred, “I’m sorry…who said you could finish?” She brought Kafka’s slick-coated finger to her lips and slowly inserted it into her mouth, lapping off the juices suggestively. A growl shook her body but was cut short as the Stellaron Hunter felt two of Himeko’s fingers penetrate her soaked entrance. The leader of the Astral Express pulled her forward, kissing her sharply.

As Himeko’s tongue slid into her mouth, Kafka could taste herself on her lips. She moved her digits faster, mimicking the pace of her erratic breathing. Kissing down her neck, the crimson-haired woman’s teeth pierced the pale skin she’d admired for so long. When she pulled away, she left a patch of slow-blooming violet bordered by scarlet.

Kafka threw her arms around Himeko, her nails tearing her back to shreds. “Princess… going to…”

“You’ve been a good girl. I’ll allow it,” she murmured as she bit down on her shoulder. With a few more flicks of her wrist, Kafka contracted around her fingers and she spiraled down from the height of her ecstasy.

Neither of them moved. This was hardly the first time they’d taken out their complicated feelings in a flurry of gasps and moans. It seemed like every instance of them coming together ended in someone saying something the other didn’t want to hear.

“I still have a job to do, you know. I’m Elio’s next-in-command. That doesn’t mean our paths won’t cross. When he and I first met, he told me, ‘As for the future that you yearn for - I will realize it,’” she whispered as she held her so tightly she could hardly breathe. “Himeko…you are the future I yearn for.”

[enbysiriusblack]

just watched kraven the hunter. kraven & dimitri gave me huge sirius & regulus vibes.

spoilers under cut !!!

like with how i see the black family, sirius was the favourite because he's tougher, smarter, more brutal whilst regulus was always the wimpier, quiet, cowardly spare son <- like kraven & dimitri

also feel like regulus would always kinda be jealous of sirius/wanting to be more like him, wanting to be stronger and tougher and all & dimitri literally talking about that

and that scene where kraven is running away & dimitri sees him & he's just like "go!" and not wanting to hear kraven's comforts or explanations and everything. very sirius & reg

and then adult them where dimitri is just still with their dad but isn't like. tough enough for the business so just plays the piano and sings 😭😭 and then hiding whenever something scary happens- literally so regulus omg.

oh also when they were kids & kraven pushes dimitri behind him when they see the lion & kraven's just like facing off with the lion. very black brothers.

kraven breaking into dimitri's apartment and scaring him when he's coming out the shower as a joke 😭😭 that's so sirius with regulus

that bit where dimitri wants to dress up for his birthday & go out to dinner at his restaurant with kraven & kraven just wants to stay in. then dimitri saying for kraven's birthday they can go to a petting zoo 😭😭 literally can picture sirius & reg in that entire scene

dimitri being kidnapped and kraven going to their dad and saying he should pay whatever for dimitri & their dad refusing because it'll be giving in/losing power. could def see that happening with sirius, reg, & orion

also the whole aspect of kraven not having much material possessions & living in the wilderness with animal friends, then dimitri being very materialistic in an upscale apartment with a sauna or whatever that room was & a huge closet and owning a restaurant and living in the middle of london??? so sirius & regulus

and the ending with dimitri deciding to fill in the crime boss gap left behind by kraven killing them all?? and saying kraven is just like their dad & blaming kraven for everything?? so sirius & regulus !!!