#i cant stop myself im sorry

[mediocres-writing-blog]

Mortal Kombat Legends: Blood Bound

Chapter 9: Mixed Feelings

As our idiots went on their way back to the palace, Muchacha hopped off her horse, because she had no space due to the wizard's body not giving  her much area to sit. Robin also hops off his steed, to whisper something to Muchacha.

ROBIN: So, like, what do we do with the brother from Blood Diamond over here?

The general, hearing this, whispers back

MUCHACHA: Same as with this magician. We take him to the Kahn, and let her decide his fate.

ROBIN: Are you serious?

MUCHACHA: You heard me, and you heard what he’s capable of. If he lives, he lives. And If he dies, well… How is it that you Earthrealmer’s say? No comment?

Nico, a bit confused and angry, talks back to Amara.

ROBIN: Dude, he barely knows what he did, besides, you can’t kill someone with such a cool design just like that.

Muchacha, who is starting to get annoyed, pokes Robin’s chest.

MUCHACHA: Do you remember what happened last time you disobeyed my word? That's right, I almost tossed you off this cliff. So for that, I will just tell you this. I don’t suggest toying with my temper.

Robin, a bit angry, steps back, and the two walk back, and see Sabbia and Kounterfeit standing close. Robin and the general look at eachother, and Robin is the one to speak.

ROBIN: Listen up here, sister. I'm not going to let you do that. You're going to talk to Kitana about this. I can't have a clear conscience knowing you're going to kill a kid, no matter how dangerous he is.

Muchacha, now greatly annoyed, steps towards him. The general, putting her hand on his shoulder, and staring at him, she responds.

MUCHACHA: Listen closely, because I'm not repeating myself. I don't give a damn about your morals. You'll do as I say, and not question my authority. And if you disobey me again, you're going to get a taste of my foot in your teeth.

Robin, as usual, responds with a quip.

ROBIN: You know, for some people, that's a massive turn-on. For me, that's just trash talk, and, if I'm being honest, you're not really good at trash talking. Also, not that I care, but you ain't even good at making decisions for people's fates, and instead you rely on Kitana's orders-- 

MUCHACHA: Are you done yet? Or are you going to ramble on and on and on until you bore me to death? I could be doing better things with my time than this.

ROBIN: Nope, I can do this shit for days.

The snake and the blood bender listen to their conversation, trying not to say anything too loud.

KOUNTERFEIT: I swear, I can almost hear her blood pressure rising. Who are they, exactly? And what are they arguing about?

SABBIA: I'll explain later, for now, let's step back a little bit, we're in earshot.

The two move a few meters back, and Sabbia looks at the general and crusader. Robin, who was just talking, stops, and the general sighs. She then speaks, her voice raised.

MUCHACHA: If you yap for one more minute, I can and will shove my sword down your throat. Is that what you want? A sword lodged in your skull? I can assure you that will end your career faster than I can swing this blade. Now, are we done here, or will we continue to waste our time, bickering like a couple of toddlers. I have places to be, and a job to do.

Robin, getting pretty tired of her not agreeing with him, gets a bit angry and steps towards her, pointing his finger in her face.

ROBIN: Listen, lady. I understand that you don't like me, and frankly, neither do I, but that's how the writer wants it. And, for once, can you be a bit nicer, or, at least, not threatening me and the people around you. Because I swear, if you hurt that guy over there (Kounterfeit), I will make you regret every decision you made up until this point.

MUCHACHA: Listen, I couldn't give less of a damn about what you think of me, and how I treat the people around me. Now, I'm not asking anymore. Shut. Your mouth.

The two are staring at each other, and Robin moves away from the edge, closer to Sabbia and Kounterfeit. He sighs and shakes his head, and then looks back at the saurian and the boy.

ROBIN: Hey, you two, stay right here. I'll go calm the lady down. If I don't come back in 5 minutes, run, and never look back. Understood?

SABBIA: I don't recommend it.

ROBIN: Why? 

KOUNTERFEIT: She's, uh, chewing on a rock. Aaaand swallowing it. I have a feeling she's really mad at you.

Robin, a bit concerned, looks back at Muchacha. He starts walking towards the general, and she looks at him, as her eyes glow a bright orange, triggering a terrified facial expression. Muchacha, noticing the change in expressions, stops chewing. She speaks to the crusader. Her tone is more soft, and calmer. 

MUCHACHA: I apologize for that... to be fair, you pushed my buttons, but still. I'm sorry for threatening to, um, cut your limbs off and stuff. I was just being a bit angry, is all.

ROBIN: A bit, sure, yeah. But it's fine. You're not the worst I've seen, that's for sure. I've dealt with worse folks. Can we just, you know, get the whole "I hate you and you hate me" thing out of the way so we can just do this dog garn job? Please? 

MUCHACHA: ... Sure. Whatever. It's a truce, I guess. Once we're done here, you're dead to me. Are we clear?

ROBIN: Crystal.

He said, reaching in his bag, pulling out a cookie and breaking it in half.

ROBIN: Cookie?

Muchacha, who needs something real to eat, reaches out, and eats the cookie in seconds. She looks back at Robin, who's eating the cookie.

MUCHACHA: Do you have another, by any chance?

Robin takes his bag and shows it to Muchacha, showing it full of cookies of many variations.

ROBIN: Literally the only thing I packed for this trip. You guys want some, too?

He gives the two on his left some of his stupid choice of supplies. They both look at him, and then each other, and they both shrug, and take some. Amara is a bit surprised by his offer, and she responds.

MUCHACHA: Why are you so nice all of a sudden? Just a minute ago you were yelling at me and now you're offering your food to people you barely know. Is this some kind of weird Earthrealm thing or are you just being an idiot.

ROBIN: ... Yes. and it's called "forgive and forget", Watson. You should try it sometimes. It'll improve the way people look at you and your overall mood.

Amara, who is a bit confused, responds. She says in a quiet tone, as to not be heard by the other two. Her tone is a mix between sad and confused. 

MUCHACHA: Listen, I don't know if you've noticed, but not many people like me. Especially because of my past, and to me it seems as if you're not that different. So please, save your cookies for yourself, and don't waste them on people who will forget you once you're out of their sight. Understood?

ROBIN: You wanna go right here and now? In front of these two, with a hundred meters above sea level? I could take you, and best hope I mean in a fight.

MUCHACHA: By the Elder Gods... Fine. Once we're done here, you will have a fight on your hands. Understood? And I won't lose. Not today, not ever. 

As the team would keep going, the blood bender would hop on Nico’s steed and Sabbia would keep walking, not getting tired one bit.

[neytris]

i really need to watch across the spider-verse asap because what do you mean there’s a 6’4 man looking like a SNACK

[tubbytarchia]

so ranchers huh

[gabsyp]

it's time for the digital circus brainrot @gooseworx

[kogglyuffs]

the ultimate cookie show

[bzil111]

ouji/lolita designs!

[turnipoddity]

I luv ur chainshipping art sm 🩷🩷 their height difference makes me tear up a little its so good 🥹🥹🥹

no not height difference don’t do this to me

[jel-jel-jel]

please enjoy these scraps

[sukunasweetheart]

man, im thinking about sucking sukuna off underneath a desk during an important meeting... 

warnings; ceo sukuna, lots of teasing, degradation, rough throat fucking, hate?fucking, exhibitionism, throatpie (yay), implied rough sex at the end

you’re fondling and groping his cock over his pants until he gets hard, until you can see the visible bulge against the zipper, desperate to be let out. drag your fingertips down the still-clothed erection, making more precum leak out against his boxers. your hands do an excellent job at getting him all worked up.

once you’ve had enough of that, you then pull his zipper down, excruciatingly slow. you don’t want the others to hear anything, after all. once his cock is freed, you grin at its angry red tip and the bulging vein running along it. you palm sukuna’s heavy balls, playing around with them for a little before sucking them into your mouth. you’re painfully aware of how much he likes it when you use your mouth to warm them up. then, the tip of your tongue is dragged its way up, towards the head of his dick, where you lick off the pooling precum that’d been dripping since a while ago from his slit. 

above the desk, sukuna looks perfectly professional, doing his part as the ceo during this meeting, only an occasional jerk of his hips that is barely noticeable. internally, he’s already making plans on how to punish you for this later.

going back down below - you’re now softly sucking on his tip only, purposefully keeping the rest of his erection out of its haven, that is, your warm throat. the tangy taste of his drooling arousal continues to disperse itself on the surface of your buds and you can’t get enough of it, continuing to roll your tongue around his cockhead, in the way that you know drives him mad.

his facial expressions and body language can put on a facade all they want. he can display his false exterior and keep his voice firm all he wants. but his dick can’t lie now, can it?

when you take your lips off of it, you see how his cock throbs uncontrollably, almost begging you to keep going, until it’s release. you just have to stifle a giggle and admire its honesty. you gently blow air against him, being the ultimate tease.

behind sukuna’s closed mouth, he’s gritting his teeth, his patience running dangerously thin.

you repeat this vicious cycle, taunting his dick with your soft, warm tongue, refusing to take him in any deeper, and then releasing his tip from your mouth when he’s close to cumming.  this continues throughout the entire hour long meeting. it must be your imagination, but his balls seem a little heavier when you decide to give them another fondle a bit later.

towards the end, there’s a vein bulging out his forehead and an intimidating glare in his eyes. employees meekly trail out one by one, leaving the room in a hurry. sukuna orders uraume to lock the door on the way out. they don’t question the order, and does as they are told.

cut to the main event.

your hands are gripping, tugging at his clothes as sukuna fucks your throat raw. tears streaming, drool rolling down the corner of your mouth, you struggle to breathe as he mercilessly pushes past the back of your throat, balls hitting your chin lewdly.

“you’re a fucking whore, you know that?” he enunciates fiercely, meeting your eyes that still continue to somehow taunt him. you’re soaking wet down there.

the gurgling noises from your throat echo around the now empty meeting room, paired up with sukuna’s grunts and additional hisses of degradation. he loses a piece of his mind every time he feels you close up around him. 

“you sure had your fun playing around with my cock for an hour straight. let’s see if you can handle the same from me,” he mutters, continuing to use you without break. he chases after his long awaited, well deserved release.

sukuna’s breathing quickens, and his grip on your hair tightens as he gets close to his orgasm. fuck, fuck, fuck, he repeats in his head. he hates you so fucking much. he hates how desperate you make him feel. he hates how you are both the cause and solution to his problems.

while thinking such thoughts, he cums down your throat with his head lolled back, pushing himself balls-deep into you. your eyes roll back as his piping hot spend passes through your insides, splashing into your stomach. you swallow around his cock and sukuna can’t stop his hips from jolting.

when he slowly pulls out, you’re finally able to take a full breath properly. but even with your ruined makeup and tearstained cheeks, your lips curl up into a sly smirk, like you were the one finally satisfied.

oh, just what is he to do with a minx like you? he’s gotten himself involved with a terrible, crazy succubus.

“fuckin’ hell. you actually enjoyed that, didn’t you? you slut.”

you nod at him innocently, smiling up at him, being all cute.

you attempt to stand, but your knees buckle from being on them for so long, and he has to catch you to stop you from falling back.

“you alright?” the question comes out before he can stop himself.

“no...i’m not,” you mumble lowly, getting him to raise an eyebrow at you.

you grab his hand and place his palm onto your abdomen.

“i need you here,” you tell him, blinking your doe eyes at him. “i thought you said you were going to see if i could handle the same?”

oh, for fuck’s sake.

something snaps inside him - and he’s already laying you across the desk, ready to pummel your fucking pussy.

he hates you so much.

(lies.)

Masterlist

[barfville]

i just couldnt help myself

[toffeebrews]

Any errink headcanons? :D

Tumblr hates me so I had to rewrite this, anyway... [Note: all my hcs ofc nothing is canon but some may be based of canon information! Sometimes I may refer to non-canon past rps :P]

Error and ink do dumb rps with his puppets together, they've made a super dramatic soap opera plot.

I think Ink realizes Error would never change and he's content with that (sigh as much as I would love to say he would).

Ink finds error's six tongues fascinating, rather than gross. In a similar way, error is fascinated by ink's star eyes (I wonder what that hc came from).

If they ever kissed it would be the most disgusting revoltingly thing ever because error doesn't know how to kiss at all and he also has 6 tongues.

If you asked them how they became friends they would just look at you and shrug. Not even they know how to happened. All they can say is they "get eachother." Error deep down has always wanted a friend and Ink gives him that. Ink is willing to deal with error's bs and error is willing to deal with ink's. Ink can feel a little lonely in his own role and among a world that is fake and Error being an outcode like hin understands him a way others wouldn't. Not even mentioning their story parallels but I gotta stop my self before I start rambling. They're some of the only people who know some of other's deep insecurities.

Ink found Error's crashes funny before he knew how absolutely painful they were. Although not sure if he would ever trigger them on purpose even before he knew ngl.

more yapping under the cut

I would define them as whatever happens when you cross a friend an enemy and a partner.

Ink loves all of his shipkids and error... feels very conflicted about all of them.

They also think the other is a freaky than them when in reality they're both freaks.

Error still thinks about when Ink proposed to him at loveball, ink doesn't think about it at all. Ink also proposed to him with a ring pop that he found in the candy bowl in my head LOL.

Ink doesn't mention his dads to him .. maybe out of fear

Other people still make fun of Ink for proposing to error at loveball and ink always goes "IT WAS ONE TIME!"

Error and Ink are both quite short, Error is only a few inches taller than Ink.

Due to loveball, Error is always scared (in a playful way) when Ink starts drinking.

Error does feel guilty for the time he left ink in the antivoid. Not all of the time, but at times when hes sitting with Ink in the anti-void he can't help but reflect on it. If he would ever admit it? Probably not.

Error and ink's dancing at loveball was a beautiful disaster. Ink is actually an okay dancer but because Error was really nervous it threw him off and it was so off beat. It was really cute though, regardless.

Ink finds errorink ship art very amusing and he shows it to error just to freak him out sometimes.

Error always kills ink first in among us. Error also always blames ink as the imposter even if he isn't.

They have a "close but not too close" rule just close enough to feel the warmth of the other person but not enough to touch. (do skeletons give off warmth?). They do hold pinkies though fr fr. Also Error does lay his head in Ink's lap sometimes, typically when they're watching something. Ink may also give Error forehead or hand kisses.

I like to think Error runs quite hot, because he crashes all the time, so hes warm like a computer LOL. Ink who in my hc has a lessen sense of touch and runs sorta cold due to be soulless lovess sitting around him because of it.

Crack headcanon, when error's eyes glitch up or hes about to crash if you really listen you can hear the sound of computer fans going ham.

Ink will often just... walk up to error and put him a different outfit. Something about his being "too basic" and "his outfit has an ugly color palette".

If you know my pinkie sense ink hc Error doesn't know HOW it works but he fully believes him every single time. Even when ink is trolling, LOL!

Error and Ink call eachother "Ruru" and "Kiki" but only to annoy the other. Specifically if ink is pleading for something he'll do it to annoy him "please ruru :(" They also call eachother glitch and squid in a movking as well LOL.

They have friendship rings? platonic rings? idk if those are a thing made from blue string.

In my own error design, he has a big tooth. Because of it ink calls him a "big kitty" to make fun of him.

[angelpuns]

I wish I could be very normal and ' enjoy each day as it comes' and 'live in the moment' but unfortunately if I do that how will I be prepared for the future in which I am more miserable???

[kheprriverse]

Y’all thinking about an older Ares has RUINED me

[todayisafridaynight]

[puppyeared]

i wrote this as a joke because I wanted to strangle a guy watching tiktoks without headphones on the bus, but im genuinely disturbed that we've gotten to a point where convenience comes first. and it depresses me even more that its used to justify and monetize greed

[yourlocalsewerdragon]

revisiting this site every now and then to reminisce in how much it shaped me as a person and defined me as a literal child