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notmyprey · 3 months ago

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Annon sent me an ask with a lot of Ninjagº sfw vore prompts, and this one caught my eye specifically, and I want to dedicate a post to it.

I dont have time to draw much, but yall can have a short story-

(Also, wanna preface this with: no, I dont ship Lloyd and Kai. They have a sibling bond imo, and idk it'd be kinda weird with the age gap for a lot of the show. But I'm not gonna send hate to those who do see it like that. Just know this is written with a sibling bond in mind.

Also, this is written abt Lloyd after he grew up and matured a bit. So like- season 5+ Lloyd)

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The sound was faint, yet Lloyd knew exactly what it meant. Drop, cover, and prey to the gods it wasn't aimed towards you. Not even a moment after he dove behind the nearest bolder did he hear the thundering boom followed by the bright flash. Wind rushed past him, throwing ash and debris his way. The deafening sound echoed through his very core. It never seemed to end, his body left still shaking minutes after it was done. The cavern bounced the noise, rolling it off one wall and onto the next. It felt like it lasted ages within the few minutes it actually occurred.

The fighting, the punching, the swords, and the guns, all of these never fazed him. But explosions? Those were his weaknesses. His mind would always race back to his past and, consequently, his father. Lloyd didnt know exactly why it reminded him of his dad, but the fact that, like his father, an explosion would hurt anyone, even those on its own side, seemed to be a part of it.

The cavern soon quieted down, but his fear did not. The images of his father still fresh in his mind. He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of the haze he was in.

Him and Kai had gone into a cavern alone since there were 3 diverging paths. Up until now, we had only encountered arrow traps and small pits. But this? This was a new threat.

Was it over, the blast? He wondered, slowly inching towards the edge of the rock. He turned his head, looking for the brightness that would signal it was not over, yet all he was met with was dark.

He peered his head around the bolder, scanning for any sight of Kai. The smoke and ash coated his vision, making it ever more difficult to locate him. After a moment, though, he spotted Kai's fiery red suit. No matter how quickly he wanted to rush over to him, he needed to keep low as to breathe in the least amount of smoke, and he needed to scan for any more explosive traps. So, as such, he slowly inched his way along the cave floor.

By the time he made it to Kai, he could see Kai was in bad condition. His breathing was uneven, meaning he probably breathed in a lot of smoke and ash, and although he didn't seem to have any burns, he still had a lot of cuts and bruises from flying rocks.

Lloyd turned his gaze upward once more, showing the smoke had mostly cleared now. Normally, he would call Cole, Zane, or even Kai over, and one of them would be able to swallow whoever was hurt down. But now, there was no one else but him and the now injured Kai.

He forced his head back towards Kai, who had now opened his eyes. "Hey," Lloyd started, unsure of how to even approach this, "uh... how are you feeling."

A small smile tugged at Kai's lips, even through the pain. "I-", he devolved into a short coughing fit but slowly gained his ability to speak once more, "I have been better." He had to stop to take a breath after every word, something that worried Lloyd further.

Lloyd nodded and continued to fumble over his words. "I... I think it's maybe best... maybe if I..."

"It's ok, do what you have to do, kid." Kai gave a weak but reassuring smile, which gave Lloyd that little extra confidence he needed to continue. Kai knew what had to happen, and Lloyd did too. Kai couldn't stay on the ground here, and Lloyd couldn't carry him either for fear of hurting him further.

Taking a deep breath in, Lloyd stretched his arms out above Kai, holding his palms down, and his fingers stretched out as well. He softly recited the words taught to him. He himself had only done this twice before, but both times were in a controlled setting, and neither times had he actually been the one to eat the person that was shrunken down. Green light fluttered down from his palms, brushing downward with grace. As he finished, he saw Kai quickly start to shrink down.

Soon, Kai was a bit shorter than Lloyds hand from top to bottom. It was strange, seeing Kai so small and fragile. In his mind, Kai was his stronger older brother, the one who had always taken care of him. And now, Lloyd had to be the one to take care of Kai.

He pried Kai off the ground, gently rolling him into his hands and carefully curling his fingers a bit to create a barrier so Kai wouldn't roll immediately off his hands. He lifted Kai to his face, prompting a small groan to come from Kai, who was probably in a lot of pain now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

Now that he was face to face with Kai, Lloyd felt the need to say something. Cole and Jay normally said some sort of joke before eating someone, and Zane normally comforted them, but Kai, he would say something motivational. Perhaps that's why Lloyd always gave so many motivational speeches before missions.

Right now, though, as he thought on what to say, he found that he couldn't really say anything. He was speechless. He couldn't find the words to say to make Kai more comfortable. So he didn't. Instead, he gently brought Kai to his chest, giving him a sort of hug, and held him there for a moment. Kai's breathing slowed, and just for a moment, it felt as though everything was alright again.

Lloyd brought Kai back up to his face, smiling once more before gathering up the courage to open his mouth.

He maneuvered his hands, allowing him to slowly slide Kai onto his tongue. Immediately, Lloyd tasted blood and ashes on Kai's suit. He had to stop himself from gagging. Fighting every instinct that told Lloyd not to eat Kai, he slid him further into his mouth. Finally, only Kai's feet remained outside his lips, but due to how small his mouth is, he couldn't slip them inside without beginning to swallow Kai first. No matter what he did, Lloyd couldn't seem to get any saliva on Kai, his mouth joining in on telling him not to eat what his body must think is poison.

Regaurdless, he took a loud, thick swallow. Although it didn't do much, it did succeed in sending Kai's head into his throat and Kai's feet into his mouth. He promptly clamped his mouth shut behind him and desperately tried to get any amount of saliva in his dry mouth to coat Kai with.

It was horriblely uncomfortable having just a small portion of Kai in his throat. It kept triggering his need to swallow, but he couldn't yet. He knew he needed Kai to be at least lightly coated in drool to get him down, as learned from Jay not doing that once and nearly choking. Finally, after what seemed like too long, his mouth decided to cooperate, drenching Kai in thick goopy saliva.

He gave in to the instinct to swallow, almost happy to get rid of the unpleasant feeling of having someone on the edge of his throat. Kai slipped deeper into Lloyds throat, his muscles idly helping him along. With each gulp, Kai slipped further out of his mouth until finally he was gone. Now, a great lump sat in the middle of his throat. As he continued swallowing, Kai drifted deeper and deeper within him. When Kai went past his heart, he couldn't help but stop breathing for a moment.

After a bit longer, Kai drifted even further down and now was nearing his stomach. Lloyd braced himself. All of his brothers had told him this was the strangest part, but what he felt no amount of his brothers describing could ever replicate. At first, the feeling was sickening. A sudden bout of pressure built up inside his stomach, and it wasn't exactly pleasant. But after that initial sickness came the feeling similar to a hug.

He could feel Kai pressing against his stomach much more than he had originally thought he would have been able to feel. His stomach stretched a bit to accommodate for Kai's presence, and it didn't feel unnatural. As the last of Kai finally slipped into his stomach, Lloyd brought his hand up to his middle.

Gently, he pressed where he felt Kai, and to his surprise, Kai, although weakly, pressed back. This small pressure sent a strange shiver up his spine. He was able to keep Kai safe, ever so so safe. Nothing could get to Kai without going through him first. All those years of Kai helping him, he was finally able to start to pay him back.

Not being able to help the small smile that tugged at his lips, Lloyd got up, continuing on down the cave in search of their mission.

So yah, sorry I kinda took the turn of, whether Lloyd wants to or not- but yeah I still loved this prompt and idk I may make more stories based off of this prompt alone lol.

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #e a/t #n.injago vore #nomjago

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therabbitthatpostthings · 9 months ago

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Okay let’s talk about Murder Drones.

SPOILERS FOR EP 7 LIKE A LOT LIKE ALL OF IT. MURDER DRONES SPOILERS HERE

Let’s start with the stuff I was right about.

Damn you tumblr and your limited image count

Tessa is Cyn/Absolute Solver:

I should not have been as happy about that scene as I was but I felt vindicated. Amongst my friend group everyone was thinking Tessa was the last human or working with Cyn/AS. Not me! I knew that little freak was in there and I’m so happy I was right. I also noticed that when Tessa is scanned she is never registered as a human.

(In order: Doll, Uzi, The Sentinel)

Also she is just dismissive and rude to her supposed “friends”. She tells Uzi not to date “her robot”, blindly thought V and N would just follow her despite the “company” stranding them and of course orders J to mind her ship. Not to mention telling Uzi to wait in the box while her and N take care of everything else.

Someone else mentioned that Tessa despite being way older now should be as tall as her mother was but yet she is still the same height as N and can lift him. Disassembly Bots are a lot heavier than Worker Drones.

Edit: Tessa also understands Doll. It makes sense of the Drones too but Tessa (possibly American with a British accent cause her parents are posh posers) Elliot probably doesn’t know Russian.

Cyn made the Disassembly Drones:

Nori straight up confirms this so not surprised. Ep5 showed Cyn/AS was capable of resetting them in the mansion. Also in the first episode when N is restarted first by Uzi and then J, it showed that the system admin is Cyn and not JCJensen. We see it briefly in Ep5 before Uzi becomes the System Admin. This is also shown when Cyn/AS tries to reboot N by bringing back his memories but can’t.

This also leads me to think that their memories are erased from planet to planet. We know that there are plenty of disassembly bots but only J, N and V remain. I do think it would be a stretch to say that every bot is just a clone of these three. My point is, they have destroyed other planets. J and N may not be as aware as V is but this has taken a toll on all of them. My main reasoning behind this is that in N’s flashback we see a world about to be destroyed. Drones and humans are being slaughtered. I think Cyn/AS sends bots to the world and when the world implodes she just reboots them to a new server body. We know that “effective drones were cloned more”. Makes V statement more accurate, Cyn/AS will keep doing the same horrors in as many bodies as she needs to get what she wants.

Edit: this point will not completely inaccurate does imply that they have cleared other planets. We could easily be only talking about Earth. Unlike Copper 9 the earth is well…the EARTH. Cyn’s backups of N, J and V could have easily been destroyed in the fight to clear out the earth, hence why those three have so many clones ready to go. All we know is that JCJenson did have other colonies and the Earth is destroyed. Nothing says that Disassembly Drones have gotten to those planets yet or at all.

Onto the other stuff now.

Absolute Solver = Vampirism

The disassembly drones have always had the allusion to vampires (N sleeps upside down, can’t be in the sun, need for oil, etc). I didnt think it would take a somewhat literal aspect. So we know that Absolute Solver program can create organic material but we didn’t question the how. When I posted yesterday about the oil vs “not oil”, after rewatching it on my TV I can confidently say, It’s not oil. It’s blood.

So Solver needs blood to make organic material which is why Solver infected bots can bleed. Something we kinda knew when N regrew his head and Alice dissecting Disassembly Drones. And you know, Solver straight up saying “Let’s eat!”.

Which explains why Cyn/AS took over Tessa. A self sufficient, self-feeding, suit that would keep her safe on Cooper 9. Also to access the database to get the list of infected drones.

Edit: I forgot to mention that Cyn/AS literally eats Doll’s core. Her HEART.

I also meant that AS infected Drones and Disassembly Drones don’t ONLY need Oil. They (Uzi, N, V, J, Doll, Cyn/AS) need and/or consum both.

There is no saving Cyn

Yeah she’s gone. At this point the only thing keeping Cyn alive would be the Solver, if she she is alive. The fact that all of Solver’s admin goes in between absolutesolver_ and _cyn means that they are one and the same by now. Not really a theory just something I’ve been thinking on.

Uzi and N

He is so lame your honor I love him. I truly believe they’ve been “dating” since post-prom. Dating in a way that neither of them realized was dating. EP6 would have been the most definitive showing of that. I also believe V knew and said nothing.

These fucking losers I love them so much:

Thanks to Khan saying Uzi’s interest include “cannibalism and Nightcore”, it’s fair to assume Nori was still eating people/oil before she got “killed”.

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starzzmissthesun · 11 days ago

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If you could assign one song to each of your ocs to describe them, what would it be and how does it fit them? Ooh and also what's ur favorite little thing about them that may or may not have any importance?

THANK YOUS SO MUCH!!!

Ok so for The Vampire, the blond one, pre being turned 4 sure (or growing pains)->

They have this HUGE admiration and idealized idea of themself and their partner from the past. EvenIN the past, they had this super twisted version of their partener in their eyes, not ignoring bad things but those things being clear from the beginning, but a part of why they wanted to be theirs. They were very naiive and throughouy their relationship right up to the turning still believed them to be perfect. They could watch their partener do bad things to ppl and come back and straight up tell them and only see them as good. Its just them!

And The Lover is def->

This is a representation of their need for the hunt, to have a prey. To have their prey(The vampire). They originally see The Vampire as this pure thing that they have the urge, they tried to surpress it, but they couldnt. They still took their life and turned them. And they take pride in it, and they realize how sick that is. They dont want to see them anymore but they will because they have to, it makes them feel powerful. This is their karma for it, they knew as soon as they saw The Vampire, and decided to interact with them itd end up damning them.

And then them together is->

The Vampire was a bit of a lonesome child and teen, they were always interested in the morbid (hence their love and admiration for the lover). The Lover played on this, with their vampirism(tho the vamp. Didnt knwo ab this yet) they always had all of these gross/disturbing imaging + actions around. And now, post turning, the Lover still comes around and plays with them. Almost teaches them how to be, like before. I made a drawing based off this lol. The drinking of the alligator blood is more of a metaphor for how the lover literally forced them to become this monster, to grow up tough and a survivor, to drink blood. Yet still loves the side of them that is how they were before all of it. The Vampire got what they wanted but it went wrong, it got too much, it killed them.

And then this i chose specifically because of their idealized version of their partener. They grew up in a not so good and complicated relationship with their family, they are trying to hold out hope that these are better days now that theyve escaped them with their new amazing and cool partener. Theyre unknowing being lulled with their charms. They have always struggled with perception issues, but after being turned it went for the worst. They completely cant remember anything but hazy-scary thihgs, and super clear good things (even tho one vastly outnumbers the other). They make up this story of how they actually were w their lover and how they fell in love, when really it was much creepier and bad. And once on the road as a bounty hunter, they meet new lovers and try to input their ideal lover from the past onto them. They spend eternity comign up with everything about their lover.

Okk, and so my fav things, that are mainly just surface level. For one, my oc has a super sick bat revolver and snake lasso. Their fvaourite is knives though, with anything. They looovveee knives. I like love them both sooo much like. Theyre so bad for eachother and evil but theyre epic and awesome too. The evilness and sickness of their relationship is part of the apeal. Also the vampirism in this is NOT out of desire or love. It is used as control. Thats the metaphor NOT love. Lets be clear!!! The Lover NEEDS the control over them. In their shared obsession they have both lost themselves.

#my ocs #The Vampire and The Lover #if u have any stupid/specfic questions feel free cause i LOEV THEM SO MUCH🤩😭🤩😭😭#ask

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kindestofkings · 1 year ago

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sunshine baby [2]

heyy you can find part one here!

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inhalerfanupdates this was sent in by inhalerfan2 who was at the barcelona show:

omg hi so Im just back from the inhaler show,they were obviously incredible! but I wanted to send you my pics of yn! who I made a cowboy hat for, she seems like the sweetest person ever, the first pic is her reading my sign (about making her a hat). then the second picture which is i think the most beautiful thing EVER, is her coming down to take it. after she stole josh's mic to thank me 😭💓

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inhalerfan1 wow she is gorgeous. what were the boys doing during all of this hahah

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be-steddie-myheart · 2 years ago

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steve helps eddie quit smoking (just tobacco cigarettes but the weed)

i wish i had a friend like steve to help me quit smoking lol

“You know those are horrible for you, Eds.” Steve said pointedly, watching as Eddie lit another cigarette.

“I’m aware Harrington, but they’re just so good.” Eddie flashed him a dazzling smile, and Steve tried not to think about why that had made his heart clench and beat faster. They were laying on the roof of Eddie’s newly gifted, government hush-hush trailer, staring at the stars. The moonlight shining on Eddies face made had Steve staring for longer than he knew he should. Probably something to explore later.

“Seriously, Eddie, you should quit. I can help you. I used to smoke but I realized it was just stinky and I could never breathe.”

“I wont go down without a fight, Steve. You can pry these cigarettes out of my cold dead hands.” Eddie laughed.

“Thats what your hands are gonna be if you dont quit.” Steve glared at Eddie. Eddie put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Okay okay. Do your worst.”

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“Don’t you think I know how bad this is?” Eddie stared at the three different pamphlets Steve had handed him a couple days after their conversation on the roof. “None of these facts are gonna scare me.”

“You haven’t even read the information, Ed.”

“Don’t have to, I’m aware of it sweetheart.” Steves stomach fluttered at the nickname and he could feel a blush creeping up onto his neck. Again, something to focus on later.

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Steve was so sure he had the perfect idea to get Eddie to quit this time. He had printed out pictures of what smokers lungs look like. No way Eddie would want to continue after seeing how awful these images are. He knocked on Eddies door. He could hear footsteps and then the doorknob rattling. The door opened and Steve had to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. Eddie stood before him with no shirt on, hair pulled back into a low bun and in a pair of old grey sweatpants that were hanging low on his hips. Steve could see the band of his boxers, and the trail of hair that started under his naval and traveled all the way down….

“What a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Eddie asked, unaware of the effect he was having on Steve. Steve wasnt even sure what kind of effect it was, but he packed it away for later. His Eddie box was going to burst at the seams if he didnt examine it soon. Steve cleared his throat and shook his head.

“These are your lungs, Munson.” Steve handed over the pictures.

“How did you get these pictures of my lungs exactly, Harrington?” Eddie teased.

Steve felt the blush creeping up his neck again, “you know what i mean ass, this is what the smoking is doing to your lungs. See how black they are? Thats not healthy.”

“Its pretty metal. Blackened lungs? Good song name. Maybe I’ll start writing it and dedicate it to you.” Eddie laid his head against the doorframe and smiled at Steve. Steve packed more things away. Too many things.

“You’re impossible.” Steve rolled his eyes.

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Steve and Eddie were laying on his roof again, looking up at the stars when Eddie reached into his pocket and got his cigarettes and a lighter out. Steve snatched it out his hand before he could put it in his mouth.

“Give that back, Harrington.” Eddie honest to god giggled.

“No! These are not good for you, have a sucker instead.” Steve reached into his own pocket and pulled out a small sucker. “I have plenty of them, they should help in case you need something in your mouth or something to do with your hands.”

“Something in my mouth would probably help with the cravings.” Eddie winked at Steve. Alarm bells were going off in his head and he was packing, packing, packing more stuff away in his little box. Steves entire body felt hot. Almost on autopilot he gave Eddie both the cigarette and the sucker back. His voice was not working.

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“What if for every day you didnt smoke, you got a reward or something? Like, a dollar, or a guitar pick, or something?” Steve asked Eddie. They were sharing a joint on Steves bed.

“How come I can smoke weed but not cigarettes?” Eddie asked, ignoring Steve entirely.

“Well, cigarettes cause cancer. And weed is just, ya know, weed. Its not bad for you.” Steve supplied.

“Mm,” Eddie hummed in response, “a reward you said?”

“Yeah like something to look forward to so you dont get the urge to smoke. Whatever you want, I can do it for you if you try to quit smoking.”

“How about every day that I don’t smoke, you give me a nice little kiss for a job well done?” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows. Steves entire body froze.

“Uh, well.. wait, are you sure? serious? Um, that could.. I guess if you were serious about.. That would be a helpful reward.” Steve stumbled out and Eddie laughed.

“Relax big boy, you don’t have to kiss me. I was just teasing.”

Everything was quiet for a little bit. Steve and Eddie laying next to each other, passing a joint back and forth in silence. Steve’s Eddie box was threatening to burst open. Maybe now would be a good time to unpack. Theres no time like the present or whatever the fuck they say. Steve thought to himself.

“What, uh, Eddie, whats it like? Kissing a boy?” Steve didnt know if this was going to go good or bad. But he had opened the box and now there was no closing it.

“Well, my only kiss for a girl was when I was 12 years old and trying to make myself like girls so I dont have much experience there to compare. I’d think it would be pretty similar. Except you know, girls are probably smooth whereas boys can have stubbly cheeks. It can kind of tickle.” Eddie responded, seeming unsure of where this conversation was going.

“Yeah, girls have smooth cheeks.” Steve responded, leaving a feeling of uncertainty in the air.

“Stevie,” Eddie started out slowly, “Are you asking because you’re just curious for curiosity sake, or…”

Steve decided to just go for it, he surged forward and smashed his lips against Eddie’s, no thinking allowed, only actions. Eddies cheek was a little stubbly, and Steve liked it. Steves entire body lit up and he felt like he could fly, he didn’t know how long to keep his lips on Eddie’s but if he got a choice it would be never.

A small gasp of surprise came out of Eddie when their lips first touched but then his hand went to the base of Steves neck. After what seemed like forever, Steve pulled away.

“Sorry if you didnt want that, but you made the joke about kissing as a reward and honestly Eddie ive been wondering for a while now what it would be like to kiss you and I just didnt think I could wait any longer, and you know its probably because of the weed, you can go-“ Steve was rambling and Eddie cut him off with another kiss to the lips.

“I’ll never smoke another cigarette again if thats my reward.” Eddie said lowly, his voice smooth and pooling at the bottom of Steves stomach. Steve thinks maybe kissing a guy might be better than kissing a girl.

“If you stop smoking you can have all the kisses you want.”

#eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve and eddie #stranger things

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aarcanechaoss · 5 months ago

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Fast Trust

Masterlist

There was a gun to his head.

Warnings: gun

Notes: chaos chaos chaos chaos jjk x bsd / Choso x Ichiyo

Set after Shibuya but imagine like most of that DIDNT happen Gojo is good, Yuji took control back from Sukuna faster than expected and Nanami and Nobara are uninjured.

There was a gun to his head.

A gun to his head while water slowly rose around him-them.

“Want to tell me why you’re in Yokohama?” A woman… something cold shuddered through him, there was so much power in those words alone… cursed speech? Just her energy? “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m here with the Jujutsu Sorcerers from Tokyo.” He stated without another thought. “Satoru Gojo can vouch for me.”

The pressure of the gun pressed against his skull lessened slightly but it was clear she didn’t trust him. Not when they were alone underground with sea water rising slowly.

“The hell are you?”

“I’m half human, half curse.” The truth fell from his lips faster than he could stop it.

At least she finally pulled the gun away, the water that had been slowly rising seemed to falter as well.

“I’d ask how that’s possible but I don’t want to know.” She said with a laugh. “I can’t say shit I’m not exactly normal either I suppose.”

Choso turned… and had to look down.

Down at the woman who barely reached his collarbone and who was still very much holding her gun- though he had no idea if it was a weapon embued with cursed energy or not… her presence was startling enough.

“What do you mean?” He asks. “Because you have cursed energy?”

“Yes and no.” She shrugged. “Anyway you didn’t answer my question- why are you in Yokohama?”

“Gojo and the others are convinced Mahito and Geto are hiding here.” Choso frowned.

“They wouldn’t be in the port then- all the curses here report in when a new curse shows- it’s how I knew where you were before you ask.”

“The curses report in?” He’d never heard of that before.

“So long as they don’t kill innocents or children we don’t care what they do and they seem to appreciate it.” She shrugged again.

A stray thought passed his mind, Jogo would have liked Yokohama if he’d known this. Choso pushed that thought away- Jogo was dead, Sukuna had killed him after force feeding Yuji ten fingers.

If Choso hadn’t left Yuji after a flux of memories come forward he wouldn’t have been taken over… thankfully Yuji adapted quickly and there was no major casualties par Jogo and those human sisters Geto (Kenjaku) had kept around.

“Tokyo and Kyoto don’t seem to have thought about that.” Choso states instead.

“The higher ups are old fucks who only care about their image.” Her nose scrunches up in an adorable way… adorable? “I’m Higuchi by the way.”

He blinks, surprised by the change in attitude towards him.

“Choso.” He replies instead. “Is Higuchi your surname?”

“Yeah. I kind of have two first names for different workplaces.” She grins before snapping her head towards the tunnel ahead of them. “We should head back before the sea water fills this place up.”

“Two? Sounds confusing.” He said as they both turned to walk back the way they came.

It was weird, how easy the conversation suddenly felt considering she had just had a gun to his head.

“Eh sometimes- more for people who know about both but it also keeps unwanted attention from both sides.”

“Ah.” He stalls for a second before asking. “You uh switched your attitude towards me quite fast?”

“You told me the truth.” She said like it was all the answer he needed.

“I did but… oh I did answer before I really thought about it, is that your cursed technique?”

“Nope. And I suggest we speed up or I’ll actually have to use my CT.”

She was fast.

Maybe it was because she was wearing pants versus his robes but still- she’d reached the entrance and heaved open the door before he could even attempt to open it for them.

The door shut behind them with a loud clang and thud.

“Big sis!” A voice called from across the way where a car sat, humming quietly.

“Ah shit I forgot he was here.” She tutted. “Tell Gojo that if those Curses have managed to sneak into Yokohama his best bets would be the old warehouses along the port not the tunnels.”

“Thank you… Higuchi. I’ll let him know.” His mouth went dry for a moment as he looked her over properly, the dim tunnel lights not having done her service at all.

Pretty golden blonde hair, brown eyes that had a hint of amber while the fading sun shone by them and a definitely far more healthy complexion than his own.

“Be there in a sec Tachihara!” She yelled over at him, noticing that he began to creep their way.

So not a blood related sibling then.

“Where might I-we get in contact with you? While we’re still in Yokohama I mean.” He said quickly.

“Gojo and Nanami should have mine and Mori’s information since we’re the main sorcerers here. Otherwise I work at the Port Mafia if there’s any emergencies ask for Ichiyo Higuchi.”

“We’ll alert you to anything we find.”

“Good I’d appreciate it. I don’t like when shit fucks with my city.” She grinned. “I gotta go. See ya Choso.”

“Goodbye.”

Was it embarrassing to admit he wanted to know more about this woman? Perhaps Yuji would understand why she had intrigued him without telling him much at all.

More importantly… did she like flowers?

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd fluff #bsd angst #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x bungou stray dogs #ichiyo higuchi #choso kamo

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raccoonfallsharder · 8 months ago

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When I saw the first guardians film in middle school, my love of our favorite raccoon began. Finding a community of Rocket lovers after keeping it silently inside for so long is special (in a way I can't articulate without sounding goofy bc it's an anthropomorphic raccoon we're talking about here). I graduate from college this weekend and want to thank you for your stories getting me through hard times and motivationless days. It's given me a knew way to enjoy the movies I've watched so many times :) What was the media that got you super into Rocket and inspired your fiction writing? Much love!!

first and foremost, i want to congratulate you. school is not easy, and i swear it gets harder and feels more high-pressure/high-stakes every year. i hope that your time at college has given you more learning experiences than all-nighters, more opportunities than stressors, and more joy than hardship. and i hope that you are able to take everything you’ve earned and enjoy your freedom from university surrounded by good people, with plenty of time and resources to do the things you love. if you haven’t yet, please take time to sit and breathe and really soak up the fact that you did this. be proud of yourself. you fucken deserve it.

secondly, i read this while walking to the parking garage at 11pm after helping at an event for my college students (i work at a university) and i had to sit in my car and wait till i stopped tearing up so i could drive home. this truly made me so happy and im so glad my silly stories made things even just a little easier for you. ♡

so, my falling in love with rocket was a process. (cue me narrating this for three paragraphs like a schoolgirl with her first crush)

when we first saw rocket’s back in gotg1 i was like, oh. he’s in so much pain. between that + his fucken sarcasm, i complained afterward that the movie would’ve been so much better if he was the main character (lol). i started lazily dabbling in comics content then. i hadn’t been big into marvel comics before (more of a dc/image comics kid) but rocket and groot were becoming my faves. i loved gotg2. so much more focus on rocket, and yondu’s arc had me bawling like a baby. gotg2 made me like gotg1 more, which is part of how i judge the quality of a narrative series tbh (and why i think series are so hard to make). when the first gotg3 trailer came out and it was clear this was rocket’s story, i was obsessed. i didnt watch any additional trailers or read any more comics — rare for me. i wanted to go in completely blank. then i went back to the theatre to rewatch it three additional times (i have never before gone to see a movie more than once in the theatre). i was like… almost bursting with love for this stupid raccoon at this point.

then i got around to reading his grounded comic arc, and it was like — the dam burst. i hadn’t written fanfiction since 2017ish, and hadn’t been on tumblr since 2016, but i was like — i have to write about this fucken raccoon. i need to take care of him lol.

so when you ask what media - i guess all of it? in increments? because of course now ive watched most of his various cartoon incarnations, read probably 70% of the comics content, halfway through a stream of the 2021 game, have one of the novels (sitting on the tbr pile) and frankly the love just continues to grow.

now that ive taken up thirty-two years of your life, i just want to say im so glad you found this fandom and this community. he may be an anthropomorphic raccoon but he’s meaningful to people, in so many ways. im so very very glad that he could be that for you, and that you’re here.

congrats again, nonnie. i hope post-graduation life rewards you with supportive people who love and understand you, with joyful new experiences, good health, and everything you need to live happily and fully.

#not me crying in my car on a thursday night or whatever #nonnie #rfh asks #thank you #you’re so sweet #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #about me

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bozothe-clown · 1 year ago

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So this was somewhat requested by @al3x-y and motivated me to write this story about my post where Fell Bitty Sans is left in a box on the street. Here is the image.

Alright, GN!READER will be in this story and me as well, so let's begin. My trans name is Michael, not to confuse anyone.

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You walked around a pretty nasty street trash scattered around the road, slowly chipping away. You followed a Bitty website that said there was a Bitty for sale many people where going to see that Bitty You had to quickly clock out of work in order to get there before to many Bitty obsessed people got there "When did your Bitty shit apply to me?" Michael questioned,"Just now, and I need you to hold that duffle a little bit like you care. " You snap. Michael grumbles and throws the duffle bag over his shoulder a little better. You smile and quicken your pace, You swiftly turn the corner and see the Bitty auction going on many MANY people raising their money in the air and trying to get...ONE BITTY! You groaned,but still it was a Bitty and it look...very weak like it wasn't being taken care of properly Michael had a look of sad in his eyes for a minute before handing You the dufflebag and floated through the busy crowd You groand and waited behind as yourself didn't want to start a fight or anything to cause a commotion You heard people yell and shout "Sounds like a fucking riot-" Before you finished your sentence a brick hit your head you screamed in pain no one stopping to see if you were okay not even Michael.......

You frantically screamed Michael's name before You were picked up by a floating humanoid person which you had recognized as Michael but with bits of blood on his clothes You opened your mouth to say something but Michael stop you "everything went well the bag and everything in one piece now let's get out of here and take care of you at home" he said while carefully picking you up and walking away "did you get the Bitty?..." You quietly ask not see the Bitty since the fight ended Michael cleared his throat "yeah the Bitty is in the bag looks like the person selling it gave the Bitty some drugs making it pass out and have little to no memory of what the "owners" did to the Bitty..." Michael said, approaching Your apartment he then opend the apartment door and set you down on the couch and start to take everything out of the bag You turned your head only to see that the Bitty was most definitely drugged you wanted to cry right on the spot but you held back. Michael could tell by the way that you look you wanted to cry on someone shoulder and he knew that feeling all to well he put his focus back onto the Bitty and getting it all settle into the apartment after that is done he walks to you seeing you wipe some tears that have fallen lose from your eyes he felt the pain you felt for the Bitty he sighed and gave you hug allowing you to either pull away or fully hug him and then seconds later you find yourself crying into Michael shoulder you hated the way that this town has treated Bitty for the bast 5 years you’ve tried to help as many Bittys as possible but you were either to late or the Bitty was far from alive and this is the only time that you have succeeded in taking a Bitty that isn’t….dead or you were to late you had so many mixed emotions you didn’t know what to feel the Bitty start to awake for it drugged slumber you want to get up and cheer but right now your head hurt and you didn’t want to scare the bitty anymore then it already is.

"So you're telling me cops can just come into YOUR apartment and say that YOU are an unfit parent WHEN THERE ARE LITTERL ABUSTIVE BITTY OWNER THAT THEY DONT TAKE CARE OF AND THE BLACK BITTY MARKET THAT THEY ARENT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT GOD FUCKING STUIPD SOCI-" Michael was furious You had explained this becasue cop would come to your house often but you knew some abusive Bitty owners that's the cops didnt arrest or do anything about "Yeah...i can't do anything about it no one can do anything the police are just to ignorant and stupid little twats." You explained the bitty had woke up a little while ago the Bitty was missing and the bitty goes by Fell or Red for what he had told you "Them cops are fuckers they ain't gonna ever change..." Fell mumbled You cradled Red in your hands he had been shivering for quiet a while and rolling him up into a little tiny blanket like a burrito was the best and fastest way you could warm him up without him losing heat in your hands. You had some left over bitty clothes from your pervious attempts Michael had finally calmed down enough to make some food for the three of you and it was something simple just some noodles, Alfredo chicken, broccoli bits, carrots, and some chopped up onions and plated the ingredients together for You, Michael, and Red. The three of you started eating dinner that was prepared by Michael, and by the food gods, was it good.

You starts to worry it was around 9:00 a'clock and Fell haven't fallen asleep he was shivering You gave him a heated weighted blanket it was pretty warm by your standards but he was still shivering. You started to think that Feel was starting to dislike his stay at your apartment Michael knew what the problem was but You being the stubborn ass you were wanted to figure out the problem without cause any more damage to the problem then there already is Michael has floated over to you and leaned close to you "he has separation problem you fucking idiot he terrified that he'll get taken by thises drug hobos again moves his little DIY bed to your bed I'll be there in a minute" he mumbled to you and floated back to the kitchen to gather some things You sighed of relief and slowly and carefully picked up Red and his mini DIY bed and walked up the stairs Fell had curled up to your neck his shaking had stop almsot immediately he had some little rubber ducky PJ'S on he tryed to bites you when you try putting them on him at first but then he slowly leaned into the design of thr PJ and realized they weren't to bad to sleep in you opened your bedroom door and had layed Red and his blanket and pillow onto your bed his DIY on your dresser you curled up onto the bed securing Fell by cupping his backside with your hand making sire he wouldn't fall off the bed Michael soon came up to the bedroom with his ha dmade Link sword....-

"Michael put that fucking thing away!"

"Y/n- it to insure that Red feels safe!"

"Your motherfucking Goblin of shit"

"Look at him!"

*Red eyes are sparkling*

"Michael if you put that in the bed I'm going to make you sleep in the closet"

"Don't be harsh darling"

"Red- *pinches his cute chubby cheeks* your so fucking adorble"

*Red growls with cuteness"

With the conversation coming to a close the three of you settle into the bed and fall asleep the only reason that you and Michael share a bed is because well Michael dosent live with you he has his own place but he mostly stays at your place is refuses to place a mattress on the floor or in the gues bedroom that's still needs remodeling.

And that's the end folks sorry the the long wait and the username change and such but I need a new style I'm working on other fandom story's and such that will be coming out if you want more of this story please like and religion for more but I will be intending to do a part 2 thank you everyone who has like the first post of this.

#fell sans #sans au #y/n #fluff #fanfic

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tkeyahwrotethis · 5 months ago

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You got designer shades just to hide your face & you wear 'em around like you're cooler than me.

One day while my boyfriend was at work, he texted me asking if I could pick up this special herb he likes that his friend grows and sells. I didnt have anything planned that day so I drove out to his friend’s apartment. I didnt have his phone number so I just knocked on his door the old-fashioned way & a beautiful man answered the door. I think we immediately started sizing each other up, making me blush. Hey! I’m just here for Matt’s usual, I finally spoke up. Still looking me up and down, Matt’s girl… interesting I never would have guessed that. I started feeling embarrassed I thought to myself, Am I not my man’s type? I just shrugged it off yeah that’s me… with a little nervous giggle. We exchanged info just in case I needed to place an order I wouldn’t have to go through my bf I could hit his line directly.

My boyfriend and I had a picture-perfect relationship, and yet… “Jay Rivera” would text me every other week to come over to his place for one reason or the other. I wouldn’t call myself popular on any level, I have a few close friends. But Jay Rivera was painfully popular. I dont really know why he liked having me around so much but it always feels nice to be seen by popular boys. One night we were watching one of those Netflix stand-up comedies on his couch and he was laughing so hard at a part where there was no joke. So I was like what’s so funny? Looking at his phone He told me your boyfriend is outside for his order, does he know where you are? I felt SICKKKK I started crying I was like he can’t know I’m here wtf am I going to do?? he was just laughing so casually telling me to hide somewhere in the house. I scrambled and hid in his closet I heard my boyfriend come in they chopped it up for a few minutes and then my man left. Jay Rivera retrieved me from the closet, the coast is clear he said smiling at me. I rolled my eyes at him. I softly tell Jay Rivera we aren’t even doing anything wrong so why am I hiding in your closet? Why is this so wrong? He was too amused and just jumped over the couch and laid down. Then he turned over on his stomach telling me he’s sore. I started rubbing on his back and I whispered to him I think I need to break up with my boyfriend. He was like yeah I think so too.

The relationship was going amazingly well but it was very private. I’m sure people suspected but we never confirmed anything because I had just gotten out of a relationship. One night he threw a house party and it turned into a secret cult wedding. I wasn’t prepared but they adopted me into their pack. They’re werewolves. Their popularity makes so much sense, everyone having distinct roles in the friend group, not to mention the physique. Immediately after the wedding was over and the party dissipated, Jay became controlling and abusive.

Now people knew we were an item so it was like people were always watching. I felt like I had to protect my image, and his. I have no idea why. I should have exposed him but I never did. He was always overly friendly with other women and possibly cheating on me. He was still so popular. I felt like I was the problem so I tried to be extra kind to him that only made him more aggressive towards me. Now the house parties were stressful, girls giggling and whispering at my expense probably because they're having a piece of what’s mine. I decided to ice him out I just stopped talking to him around the house & withholding affection from him. I wanted him to feel the shift in the house. I told him if you’re getting pussy from someone else you dont need mine. I started making some new girl friends. I never told them about what was going on at home but at least I could party outside the house. I started feeling like myself again.

I came home a little tipsy one night and Jay Rivera was upset for whatever reason. He tried to initiate sex with me and of course, I shut that shit down and shoved him. He grabbed me and pulled me in closer shoving his tongue down my throat. I turned my head and kept trying to get him off me and he forced himself into me for hours. I didnt speak to him at all the next day and despite my ignoring him he kept making advances at me for conversation screaming at me “I SAID HOWS YOUR DAY?” & this was just my reality. Acting like things are amazing around the pack, and getting my pussy abused at home privately.

My friends were my escape. I loved them we talked on the phone, we hung out frequently and we went to the club every weekend. Jay couldn’t stand me being happy away from him, even though he was the one cheating. If I got my nails done he would pin me down and break my nails or bite them off. If I did my hair before going out he would mess up my hair and force himself inside of me right before I walked out the door ultimately causing me to cancel with my girls. He’d mess up my makeup and break my makeup. If I laid out my outfit he would rip it so I had nothing to wear and force himself on me if I tried to argue with him about how he’s treating me.

I figured I’d invite my “pack” over while I was getting dressed because he never hurts me in front of people and for a few months I was safe and partying and happy again. Of course, he caught on and when my friends came over he would be walking around in his boxers or a towel. He started insinuating to my friends that he and I were open to having 3somes and that we were in an open relationship (we were not). It started making me feel insecure and I became distant with my friends.

I decided to work on my fitness and planned on running away from him because he wouldn’t divorce me & he always threatened me if I tried to leave. Every day I ran a trial route. I worked on my time getting faster and faster. I’m still in my marriage and honestly not every day is shitty, and it might sound insane to try to outrun a wolf but I never said I was a sane person. All I can do is try to get faster and stronger every day until I can be free from him.

TO BE CONTINUED!!

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moss-selfship · 7 months ago

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I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like if we had stayed in chicago instead of moving when i was little. What would have happened if i grew up on the same streets like my father did Would i have joined the gangs like he did and slung dope Would i have beaten and stabbed and shot like he was Would i have shot back at people in the night would i have killed people like i know he did years ago.. would i have the same hopes and dreams? of wanting to be a wildlife photographer? would i still be scared of the things like open water or heights, or would i have had different fears. Would i still be nonbinary, or would i be too worried about keeping alive to worry about gender. i catch glimpses sometimes of what my life could have been like if i did grow up there. I still duck like im being shot at when i hear sudden loud noises, learned it from the summers id visit him and we would her gunfire and ride our bikes the other way. ducking down on them to try and not get hit. i constantly think and plan about if a person attacks me while im at work or at home. Im always on the edge for a person that could be a threat. every little sound makes me look over, every movement draws immediate attention. i live my life antsy and on the edge for being attacked. When i talk with my family from there where my old accent comes back, where i talk fast and move my hands alot. Where i say and act in a way i dont normally do, because it feels so natural. Its the person i was raised by and what i knew growing up. I sound like a completley different person. When i listen to songs that talk about killing and drugs and about growing up with no hope or future, and songs about how many people who have died that ive knew. Songs about gettin with woman and talking about growing up in the streets. Its the same stories my father would tell me growing up, and how he listened to them because it helped him knowing others understood what his life was like. A life so unlike the average persons that only other people that grew up on the streets would know. I remember how i knew where to shoot a man to make sure you kill them before my father even taught me how to shave. Whenever i hold a gun at work i feel how the grips feel in my hand, the weight of the steel feels so heavy...but it feels right. Like i was meant to carry this weight. When i need to clear an Assault rifle and pop the mag, pull the charging handle and clear it for rounds, how i do it in seconds as if its second nature. How when we take in a gun i look down the scope, rifle pressed to my shoulder and i can just FEEL the weight of the gun and how it feels and it just fits so smoothly into my shoulder like it was always meant to be there.

I dont know the person i would be if i had grown up on those streets. But i feel like every so often i am haunted by the ghost of a man that never existed, and in those moments i can see a hazy image of the life that i would have had and the person i would have been. The scariest part of it all being that it feels so familiar and just feels...like thats what it was meant to be like? if that makes sense, it probably doesnt. Im glad i didnt grow up there, i likely would have never met some of the most amazing people i call friends, and i wouldnt have met my beautiful wife. and wouldnt have this blog and all the fun that comes with it. just that every so often my mind wanders to a ghost of a me that never was.

#mossy rambles #this isnt so much a vent #its #its more like im just airing out whats inside my mind #there is often so much its like a maelstrom #so its nice to let those thoughts out every so often

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kewltie · 1 year ago

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when i write something i tend to have a goal, or actually a specific moment or scene, i aim toward. for this specific scene in stepdad au i had this image of izuku surrounded by his sleeping children and talking about how he wants to protect his kids from becoming like their villainous sire so that they dont walk the same path as him. it was very clear in my head and i knew what i wanted but i have to build to get there.

i like nontraditional family unit as someone who grew up with both parents, divorced, and then raised by a single mother i have a lot of respect for the nontraditional family unit!! stepdad au is one of part of many of AUs that centered around that lol. i like that katsuki who literally been a bachelor most of his life suddenly stumbled his way into like a family and now he's juggling parenthood to these small tyrants and HE'S TRYING HIS BEST.

i think i talked about this before how im not a big fan of kidfics bc they dont really have much of personality and that they're more used as a tool to get the couple together rather their own char arc so for me it was really important that each of the numbers had a very distinct characteristics that you can pick them apart among the crowd. i wanted each kid bounce off e/o bc hey they're siblings should act like ones and have a storyline outside of bkdk's love story. so theres a lot of focus on the kids as much as bkdk's storyline bc izuku (and now katsuki also) world revolves around them. izuku put away his mate/husband to SAVE HIS KIDS!!

heroes comes in all shapes and sizes and not all heroes wear cape, ya know the quote but it's exactly what it is here. izuku's path didn't lead to ofa and becoming a hero but in his own way, even tho it seemingly small in the grand scheme of things, he put everything on the line to get his kids away from their villainous sire so they wont fall on the same dark path as him. he has no quirk and didnt have support from anyone for a long time but he planned this for many years just to finally put his husband away like idk that's fucking stone cold. izuku hid his true intentions and acted the part of the good spouse, the good omega, and kept producing kids and raising them for his mate but he was actually masterminding a plan to bring his husband down and escape with his kids like HE DID THAT!!! ON HIS OWN!!! how could ppl not admire that audacity, that fucking bravery????

even tho izuku did all that, he feels like it wasnt enough bc how long it took the plan to took shape like izuku didn't just come with this plan in a day and execute it within the same week or months. HE PLANNED THIS FOR YEARS AND YEARS and finally he got enough tools in his arsenal to pulled it off (evidences and waiting for his children to be old enough to carry it out). thats pretty badass but izuk doesnt see it that, its the duty of the parents to protect their kids and izuku think he's just doing what he must!!! but even then he wishes he didnt have to wait that long to carry them away from the abuse of their sires but for his plan to work he had to stay lowkey, underestimated, and the good spouse/omega so he had to watched his children suffered but he cant do much against it. it's a hard thing to watch and endure and izuku will always regret how he couldnt do much for them and i think even tho he managed to save his kids and put away his husband, it always live in him how he could HAVE DONE MORE (even tho unlikely). so when katsuki says something about thinking he's doing just fine in his eyes, it's someone ELSE not him that tell him hey, you're not such a terrible parent and izuku's guilt lessen just a lil.

izuku isnt the perfect parent but he's trying and katsuki definitely isnt made for parenting either but he's learning AND TOGETHER they're learning to be what the numbers need and this journey is what tied them together and fall in love even tho katsuki is like half way there already but god, izuku showing him that even with no quirks, izuku can do crazy shits for his children!!!!!!

#on writing #verse: stepdad au

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laffy-taffy-creations · 1 year ago

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Welcome to day 17!!!!!

This fic was cross-posted on AO3 here

Currents of Past and the Shocks of Present

Collar | Touch Aversion | "Leave me alone"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 1,741

Warnings: electrocution, shock collar, PTSD episode, mentioned AND implied kidnapping, temporary memory loss/repression, let me know if I missed something

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“Okay, today’s exercise is a little different,” the teacher in charge of today’s training started out with.

What a way to begin your explanation.

“You’ll all be set up with sensors and shock collars. Now, before anybody freaks out, all of them will be set on the lowest setting. It should be no more than a tingle. We’ll be going until the last person standing, once yours goes off, you’re out.”

There was a chorus of affirmation. I didnt nod. I didnt say anything. Who’s sick idea was this?

I reluctantly let the ones running the simulation put the wretched thing around my neck.

“What would happen if ours malfunctions? Are we able to contact anyone?” I had to know my options.

“If something goes wrong, you’ll be able to talk to us in the surveillance room with the code words ‘hello HQ’, much like if you were in a real mission.”

I nodded. At least there was a contingency. That was good. The discomfort of one of these on my neck again was something I wasn’t able to shake. I gave it 10 minutes maximum before I was thrown into an episode or forced myself out of the simulation.

We were given a few minutes to spread out in the fake forest. I immediately ran upon being released. There was a small area I came across that I settled into. A dense amount of trees. Hopefully nothing would go wrong. Hopefully nobody would find me.

My hand wandered up to the collar. I couldn’t just break it. Fingers traced along a familiar surface. They found the strength dial.

The number is so low… I thought on my file it said maximum strength…

The forest around me transformed into something familiar. The trees hiding me from the sun. Hiding me from the doctors. They cant know I’ve escaped. They cant know where I’m hiding.

I heard shuffling of leaves. I prayed it was an animal.

“OV?”

Who is that. How do they know my name.

“Dont hide your self with your illusions you idiot. I already know you’re there.”

“Dont get any fucking closer!”

Whoever it was stopped, startled. “Vee? Are you okay?”

Who are you. How do you know my name. Why are you using my nickname.

I finally looked at the unfamiliar voice. A girl. Purple hair. Red marks on her face.

My breathing picked up. Who are you?

“Found a pretty nice place to hide out, huh?”

“Are… are you with the doctors?” I managed. The quiver in my voice was impossible to hide.

She looked at me like I was insane. Maybe I was. There person who did this to me after all was-

“What doctors? Are you okay? Do I need to contact the pros?”

The questions overwhelmed me. Dont call the pros he’ll know where I am, he’ll find me.

I couldn’t hear over the sounds of my hyperventialation. The images flashed through my head, my vision started going fuzzy. I felt her hand touch my arm.

Pain. Blinding pain. Searing pain. Agony. Whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. It fucking hurt.

It stopped after 10 seconds. My vision cleared, I was on the ground now, and whoever this girl was looked at me in terror. Her hands were close to her ears.

Shit, I screamed didnt I. I remembered Masami saying my scream rivaled that of a hero she knew of with a voice quirk. They’re going to find me.

“Hello HQ. Uh, we have a situation, something’s going on with OV. I dont know what.”

No no no dont contact HQ-

I heard a guy’s voice ask “Was that fucking scream one of you two?”

I didnt look over. I didnt want to.

“It was OV. Something’s going on with them, I dont know what-”

“Can you two just fuck off already!” I snapped. “I dont want whatever ‘help’ you think you can provide, I dont want HQ or whatever, I dont even know who you are!”

“:..OV are you fucking insane?! What do you mean you dont fucking know us?!” He stomped over to me. I could sense him reaching towards me and Slingshotted myself a few feet further away from them.

“...YOU CAN TELEPORT?” the girl asked.

“I can do lots of shit. Leave me alone.”

“<OKAY EVERYBODY, WE’RE PUTTING AN END TO THE SIMULATION. EVERYBODY PLEASE LEAVE NOW. Bakugou, Jirou, and OV stay where you are. We'll get to you three in a moment,>” I heard from the stupid thig around my neck.

Jirou? Bakugou?

“Ohhhh shit,” I said to myself.

“What was that.”

I looked back up at the guy. I finally recognized him. It was fuzzy, but I could remember certain things about him. His name, his quirk, his general attitude. I knew this would happen.

I knew this exercise was a bad idea.

“Thi-this was a bad idea, ‘HQ’,” I whispered into the collar. I slowly regained my sense of the situation. I am Clover Morgan, I am 16, I am no longer 13, I am no longer at that stupid facility, I am not under the control of the doctors or the founder.

Not anymore.

“Where… where are we?”

“Vee. What the fuck was that,” Jirou demanded.

I sat up and took a deep breath. At least I knew her name again. “Answer my questions first, and then maybe later I’ll be able to answer yours.”

“No I think you’re gonna answer ours right fucking now-”

Bakugou reached towards me, probably intending to threaten me, and the pain started up again.

Blinding. Searing. Agonizing. The hand that had picked me up by the shirt dropped me.

I fell and looked at the two people again. I didnt recognize them. I knew I had a moment ago. Something in the back of my head continuously nagged me that they were probably safe. But the fact I’d been shocked now by both of them told me otherwise.

Based on their expressions, I dont think they meant it. I could tell by my birth quirk they hadn't meant it. They were both shocked. They were as confused as I was.

Some sort of noise came from where they both were wearing something around their necks too. It looked like the thing around mine… It looked like the thing around mine!

The guy sighed. “Call that shit off, you really think that’ll help them right now?!”

I backed up. Anger was never good. Not when you had someone like him. I could sense a powerful quirk.

He knelt down and held his hands up. A gesture of peace. That I knew. Based on his expression I could tell it wasn’t something he wanted to do. Something was going on behind the scenes. Something I wasn’t aware of.

“OV. I’m not going to fu-” he cut himself off and took a breath, “-I’m not going to hurt you. Do you recognize me.”

I shook my head.

“What do you know? It can be anything.”

“I… I dont know what I know.”

“Then start with the basics.”

“Uhm… my name is… My name is Clover Donovan Morgan, I’m… uhm…” why cant I tell what age I am?... “I was born with the Illusion quirk, and I… I have multiple…”

A look of what I only could tell was surprise because of my quirk’s connection to the mind crossed his face. “Do you know how old you are?”

“I…” I thought about it. My mind gave me conflicting answers. I felt tears of frustration running down my face. “I-I do-nt know-w…”

The girl spoke up, “You said something about multiple quirks. Maybe you tell us about that?”

I shook my head.

“How about your family? Do you remember shit about your family?” the guy asked. Who he was was coming into focus but I still couldnt quite tell.

“Uhm… Biologically, my mother’s name was Rose, she had the same quirk as me, and she was more commonly referred to with her middle name Ramona, my dad’s name was Peter and I was born with the same brown hair he has… I haven’t seen either of them in… I dont think you need to know that.”

“But you do.”

I paused. “I haven’t seen them since I was nine. If we aren’t talking about family in the biological sense, there’s Masami, Agno, Sayovai, Max, Rullo, Zharata, Indira, Relena… those are the main ones that come to mind actually when you say family.”

“Relena?” the girl asked quietly.

“Yes, Relena. I think her last name was… uhm… Himokya! That’s what her last name was. She was like a mother to me until I…” escaped. I escaped.

“Until you…?” she urged.

“U-uhm… I dont… wh-where am I?”

“UA.”

And everything came crashing back into focus. I froze realizing exactly what I’d told my classmates.

Taking a breath, I got up and pointed at each of them. “Jirou. Bakugou.” The relief was almost instant and just as mutual now that I could recognize them. Another deep breath. “You tell no one about anything that happened here. Am I understood?”

“You have some fucking explaining to do!”

“I dont owe you shit. Not an explanation. Not anything.” I started walking to the exit.

“...Vee?” Jirou said, following me.

“Yeah?”

“The pros in the surveillence room heard most of what you said.”

“Well they better shut their traps or I’m erasing their fucking memories. And whatever footage they got.”

“I dont…”

“OV,” Bakugou interrupted.

“Yeah?”

“Care to tell us why you collar was on the highest level? And why Himokya Relena, the most talked about missing person for the past half decade used to be something of a fucking family figure to you?”

“...And here I was thinking you’d ask about the multiple quirks.”

“Oh no, we’ll probably both be getting an earful from Deku about that. Now tell me.”

“Ever heard of ‘it’s not your fucking business’? Just because I told you something while I was in an unstable mental state does not make anything about it your business.”

“I’m pretty damn sure the part about you knowing where a missing person is falls under everybody’s fucking business.”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“At this point I think we deserve an answer,” Jirou spoke up.

I sighed and walked through the gate to the main area.

Fuck whoever thought a shock collar was a good idea for a training exercise involving teenagers.

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first and foremost, c thank you so much for always being open and receptive to any and every idea I throw your way. god knows I can’t write for the life of me, so I greatly appreciate you bringing life to the ideas I have 🥹🩷

thank you for continuing to treat me to my birthday fuck fest fantasy 😘 now, the full novel of my thoughts/reactions are below the cut

“The silver cross branded on his bare sternum is a stark contrast to the crown of thorns perched on his head.” FUCK THAT’S HOT

THE GOLD 37 NECKLACE 🤧

“Andrei’s angel” AND WHAT IF I DIED??? THEN WHAT???

SAINT SKJEI C YOURE SO SICK FOR THAT ITS SO SEXY AND FOR WHAT

“Like the only girl lucky enough to fuck me on my birthday,” NFBDBSJSHJWJWJWKWKWKW NOW KNOWING THAT THIS WAS THE LINE THAT YOU WERE AGONIZING OVER BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT BECAUSE I WAS DYING BECAUSE HIS POSSESSIVENESS IS SO HOT

their dicks haven’t even come out yet and I’m losing my mind already

all the mentions about how good andrei is with his hands… yeah 🥴😵‍💫

“The dynamic is clear: Andrei, revealing you to his friend, presenting you on a platter—or, in this case, his kitchen counter.” STOP THIS IS SO SEXY TO ME

“Knew you liked being shared, pretty girl, just didn’t know how much.” SERIOUSLY YOU ARE SO INSANE FOR THIS

HOLY FUCK DREI SPITTING AND CALLING YOU GOOD GIRL IN RUSSIAN C YOU ARE DERANGED FOR THAT

“So fucking sweet. Svech, do me a favor and fuck her face a little harder so I can feel her gush on my tongue.” THIS IS SO HOT AND THE ALLUSION TO PART ONE FUCK EHHEJWJWJW

“any whine you want to let out is blocked by his length lodged in your airway. He hums, smugness dripping from his voice, “Love watching the outline of my cock in your throat, kisa. You take me so well.” FUCK OH MY GOD THIS IS SO HOT I NEED TO CHOKE ON HIM SO BAD

the comment about his pristine kitchen floor lmaooo we gotta let everyone know how much of a clean freak this man is

WHEN ANDREI ASKS BRADY IF HE WANTS YOUR CUNT AND CALLS IT HIS TREAT ANBDBSJSJSJSJS LIKE HES SO POSSESSIVE BUT ALSO HAS THIS CONFIDENCE THAT HE DIDNT HAVE LAST YEAR

like this time around your relationship with andrei is so solid and he knows he can share you with brady for a night but at the end of it all you’re still choosing him rather than your ex

the image of andrei spitting on his fingers is so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

ANDREI AND BRADY BOTH CUMMING ON YOU AND THEN ANDREI MAKING YOU TASTE THEIR CUM IS SOOOOOO FILTHY AND SEXY I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS PART

hdbsjsjsjdhsjsjsjbdjsjs THE BONUS SCENE KILLED ME I JUST KNEW IT WAS PERFECT FOR THIS FIC THE MOMENT I SENT IT TO YOU AND IM SO GLAD YOU FOUND A WAY TO INCORPORATE IT IN

The After Party II

Pairing: Brady Skjei x Reader (f) x Andrei Svechnikov

Summary: A year after your illicit tryst with your current fling and your ex-fling, you meet again. Part two to The After Party.

Word Count: 6.3K

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Light alcohol use/mention, swearing. Threesome (MFM - no MxM), fingering (vaginal + anal - f receiving), oral sex (m + f receiving (vaginal)), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, anal sex (f receiving), double penetration, mild cumplay. **Please do your research before engaging in any sexual activity but especially anal sex. This is fiction and by no means any indication of how one should prepare. :)

Author's Note: happy belated birthday, @smileysvech! I hope your bday gang bang 2.0 makes this year's celebration one to remember. thank you for being my biggest cheerleader and for all of your unwavering support. 😘🖤

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The party is unlike one you’ve ever been to. Like a themed sorority bid night, but with a much higher budget; the decor is elaborate, a sea of blacks and reds and glitter. Candles illuminate the room, making the atmosphere feel dark. Ornate. Indulgent.

Your boyfriend dons a black leather jacket and black jeans that accentuate his thick thighs. His jacket is completely unzipped, revealing more than a tantalizing sliver of his toned, golden muscles; they’re all but bare, the deep cut lines of his abdomen, an opportunity to show off his impressive body. The silver cross branded on his bare sternum is a stark contrast to the crown of thorns perched on his head. Judas.

Your dress contrasts his outfit entirely; lace and ivory wrapped around your body, the corset bodice hugging your figure. It’s demure, but the gold necklace—a 37 sitting prettily on your exposed chest—draws the eye down to your cleavage, a sexy twist to the otherwise sweet, shy, virtuous look. Thick, feathery wings glitter on your back, enhancing the angelic look, complete with a pretty, glittering rhinestone crown—symbolic of a halo.

A light to his dark, day to his night, heaven to his hell. Andrei’s angel.

His brand on you runs far deeper than his name etched onto your back at his games, and though your claim on him is invisible, he wears it proudly on his chest, seizing every opportunity to show you off as his girl. It’s been there since before he made you his girlfriend, officially, but it’s only grown since then in the last year that you’ve been together.

Tonight is no exception. Andrei’s hand lingers on your side, a silent message to anyone who would dare to question who you belong to. You’re not typically one for the whole possession thing, but you can’t deny him—not when he looks at you like that.

You mingle, sipping on your cocktail, enjoying the night of frivolity—one of the last before the final push of the season and preparation for playoffs begins. Nykki and Martin make their way to you two, and eventually, the two boys depart in favor of who knows what shenanigans.

Across the room, talking to two pretty leather-clad demons, is the handsome brunette from your past. His handsome, warm smile is plastered across his face, no doubt letting some pretty words doused in honey drip from his mouth. You ignore the pang of—something—that bubbles in your chest at the sight, not even wanting to spend the time identifying what it is.

As if he can sense it, his eyes glance up and lock with yours for the briefest of moments. A smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he lifts his beer to his mouth, winking so quickly you’re not sure if you imagined it. The next moment, he’s back to his flirtatious antics, laughing jovially at the taller of the two girls flanking either side of him.

You return to your conversation with Nykki, though you feel his gaze flitting back to you, burning a hole in your side, tempting you to look his way. Glittering disco balls hang from the ceiling, illuminating the walls with the light from the candles’ flames, and you ignore the urge to glance over at him again.

“Your outfit is so cute,” Nykki’s saying, fingers caressing the feathers on your wings. “And I love your wings!”

With a smile, you thank her. “I was going for a bit of a sexy angel vibe, you know?”

“I’m sure Andrei appreciates that very much,” she replies with a knowing smirk and a gentle nudge of your elbow. You chance a look back to the corner of the room, but the handsome brunette you’ve been making eyes at is gone; you don’t dare to turn your head to look for him, not standing next to Nykki.

Soon enough, she gets called away, and you’re left alone, uncomfortably vulnerable at a party where you still don’t quite feel like you belong, despite having attended several events as Andrei’s other half. Swirling the ice in your cocktail glass, you’re about to down the rest of your drink so that you can head back to the bar before you search for your boyfriend. As the rim of the glass touches your lips, you feel a looming presence approach your left side.

“Should’ve known you’d copy me,” says a voice that you know all too well. Out of instinct, your head turns and you’re blessed with the sight of Brady, up close and personal. His dark hair, peppered with gray, is messy, styled that way, a strand falling lazily in his face—he looks more like James Dean than an angel, with the suave and confident demeanor.

“I think I look way more angelic than you,” you say, eyeing the loosely buttoned linen top and expanse of his chest. He looks so effortlessly cool, the high-waisted, wide-legged ivory slacks hanging loosely as he’s leaned against the wall with an air of nonchalant swagger.

He watches you, a smug smile tugging at his lips. The beer bottle rests loosely between two fingers and his thumb. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

Your face grows hot at the callout and your eyes dart away, embarrassed. You’re sure he’s smirking now, feeling the burn from his gaze.

“You do look beautiful, though.”

Brady’s voice is lower as he says it, almost like he’s dropped the confident, playboy facade. You thank him shyly, and in the blink of an eye, the curtain’s back up, the smirk plastered back on his face.

“Where’s your man?” he asks casually. He might as well have been glancing at his nails, but you have the feeling his question is far from innocent.

“Think he’s out playing Spikeball on the patio,” you reply, head craning to try and spot him through the window. He’s exactly where you thought, grinning after slamming the ball into the net, fist bumping Marty in celebration. You smile.

“And he left you alone? Looking like that?”

You shoot Brady a glance, the bold flirtation alerting you to his potential motives. It is his birthday, after all, and you certainly gave him a birthday to remember last year.

Your eyebrow raises. “What’s it to you?”

“Well,” he says, slipping a hand into his pocket, “I know if you were my girl, I’d be fucking you over the counter in the bathroom right now, dressed like that.”

Heat floods your body, white hot and scorching straight through your bloodstream at his blunt words. You sip at your drink, desperate for something to alleviate the dryness in your throat. “That’s not very angelic of you to say, Saint Skjei.”

“Aww, but baby, we both know you’re far from angelic. Don’t we?”

This time, in addition to the warmth on your cheeks, you also feel a deep throb between your legs. His words beckon a flashback of strong hands—4 of them—caressing your body, driving you to the height of pleasure; of the feeling of being so delightfully full.

“Baby, come outside and—oh, shit, hey, Skjeisy,” Andrei’s deep voice echoes, veering from his path to you to give his teammate a clap on his back. “Birthday brother.”

Brady offers your boyfriend a wide grin and a clink of his bottle against Andrei’s glass. Your cheeks burn as they flank you, tall and looming and so large compared to you. The memory of last year’s celebration lingers, flooding your mind with a foggy heat that suddenly makes it a little bit hard to breathe.

“What’re you up to?” he asks, looking at you with a smile, like he can see the mist clouding your brain. “What’d I miss?”

“Just telling your beautiful girlfriend how fuckable she looks,” Brady says, unabashed. If you weren’t used to his antics by now, you’d be surprised at his boldness.

Andrei pauses for the briefest of moments, registering the implication behind his friend’s words before he’s turning to look at you, a mischievous expression on his face. “She does, doesn’t she?”

By now, your pulse is racing, practically sweating under the heated gaze of both men standing before you. You watch both of their eyes roving over your figure, undoubtedly envisioning filthy things; you wonder if either of them notice the way your pulse beats in your throat.

“Malyshka, tell him what I told you earlier tonight.” Andrei’s command is gentle, light-hearted, but there’s a longing behind them.

Surging heat goes straight to your cheeks, burning at having to repeat Andrei’s words. You glance at him, and he nods encouragingly. So you swallow, murmuring, “Y-you said you were gonna fuck me how I deserved to be fucked tonight.”

Amusement flickers in Brady’s eyes, along with a blue flame that matches the one glowing inside you. “Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“Like the only girl lucky enough to fuck me on my birthday,” Andrei finishes for you. A statement of pride; pride in the ownership you have over him, too.

The fire in Brady’s irises grows, burning bright. You watch an entire cinema of filthy thoughts run through his mind; you’re sure all three of you are thinking the same thing—it’s Brady’s birthday, too. And you are a lucky, lucky girl.

Tension is thick in your little triangle, almost like you’re sizing each other up. Andrei’s eyes dance to yours, and he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, whispering in your ear, “You want him to come home with us, dorogoy?”

Your gaze locks with Brady’s, who couldn’t have heard your boyfriend’s question, but looks like he’s waiting for your answer all the same. Keeping your eyes on his melted chocolate ones, your only reply is a subtle nod, and you feel Andrei’s smile against your cheek.

Twenty minutes later, you step into Andrei’s apartment after the world’s most excruciating Uber ride with the heat of Brady’s leg pressed against yours, his hand drawing slow, teasing circles on the inside of your thigh. Andrei had sat in the passenger seat, making idle conversation with the driver, Brady chiming in regularly, as if he wasn’t driving you into a slow descent into insanity. It was almost enough to make you mad, had you not been spending all of your effort trying not to make a mess on the Uber’s leather seats.

You watch the way Brady’s eyes flare with heat when he follows the two of you into the kitchen, eyeing the quartz countertop. His eyebrow arches with a glance at Andrei, a silent message sent in the quiet of his apartment. The brunette slinks up beside you, a warm hand caressing your waist, and all at once you remember.

“I’d be fucking you over the counter in the bathroom right now, dressed like that.”

He catches your eye, a wink at you as if he knows you’re remembering his words. “So pretty.”

“So are you,” you whisper shyly. His lips curl into a grin, making him look even more handsome.

Brady stalks closer to you, all too similar to a predator stalking its prey; the only thing missing is David Attenborough’s dulcet tones, narrating his actions like a wildlife documentary. Despite the itch in the tips of your fingers to touch his skin, to drag your hands through his hair, you back away from him until you’re caught between the kitchen island and his large, looming body. Andrei seems content to watch the scene in front of him play out, standing behind you on the opposite side of the island.

“Wanna kiss you,” Brady says, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes move to your lips. Your throat bobs in anticipation as you feel the edge of the countertop pressed into your lower back, trapped between Brady’s body and the island. “Can I?”

You nod, but you see Brady’s eyes flick behind you, silently seeking approval from your boyfriend. Andrei must have given it, for the next moment, Brady’s smiling, hand moving to thread through the curls you’d styled earlier that day. His lips brush against yours, feather light, teasing, waiting.

The pause is agonizing, time momentarily standing still as your heart thuds against your chest before Brady finally, finally presses forward to kiss you fully. It’s sweet, far sweeter than the mischievous glint in his eye or the seductive lines he’d traced on your leg in the Uber; for a moment, he really is the angel he’s dressed as instead of the carefully hidden sinner’s persona.

It doesn’t take long for Brady to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands move from your waist to knead at the globes of your ass. His lips curl upward as he swallows your moan, lifting you easily to set you on the countertop. Warm hands slide up the front of your bare thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress up to reveal bare, sensitive skin.

The shift in position allows you to press your body into him, knees settling on either side of his hips as he steps between your legs. Your makeout gradually shifts from sweet and timid to passionate and scorching, whimpers slipping out of your throat as his hands slide the straps of your wings off your shoulders.

Brady’s lips trail over your jawline, sending a shiver down your spine when his lips find the spot on your neck that makes your toes curl. Your head falls back, allowing him easier access to suck a mark into the tender skin. He places a hand behind your head, supporting your neck, guiding you slowly down onto your back.

The countertop is cool against your bare shoulders, your large, feathery wings no longer digging into your skin. You shiver, not from the temperature of the quartz, but the heat from Brady’s gaze as he tears his lips away from you, standing slowly. His hands blaze fire down your legs, trailing a fingertip lightly down your calf before grasping an ankle in each hand, making a slow show of spreading your legs.

“Forgot you like to wear these little tiny things you call underwear,” he muses, running a thumb along the sodden lace covering your modesty.

Andrei, no longer interested in sitting on the sidelines, lets his palm coast over your chest, over your breast, over the bunched up fabric from your skirt, feeling for himself what Brady describes. “You’re soaked already, malyshka.”

Already, just the touch of their hands on your body lights it on fire, and you sigh as Brady’s thumbs rub gentle circles into your calves. Your pulse quickens, nipples instantly hardening when Andrei pushes the top of your corset top down your torso, freeing your breasts. His hand offers a small reprieve from the cool air when it massages one of your breasts, humming approvingly at the way your spine arches into his touch.

“He’s good with his hands, isn’t he?” Brady coos.

You nod, and Andrei smirks at you. Lord knows how many times he’d brought you to a euphoric release with just his hands alone, skilled and strong and wicked in their promise. As if to prove the point, he pinches your peaked nipple between two fingers, earning a yelp from your mouth. But then his hand trails farther, two large fingers digging into the damp lace and tugging it to the side; you gasp quietly at the cool air that hits your most intimate area, the sound melding into more of a moan when you see the heat in Brady’s eyes as he gazes at your folds.

The dynamic is clear: Andrei, revealing you to his friend, presenting you on a platter—or, in this case, his kitchen counter.

“I didn’t get to taste you last time,” Brady comments, his voice low and husky. “Not really.”

Your core clenches at his words, anticipation buzzing through you. Brady smiles, licking his lips. Above you, Andrei nods once, and the brunette needs no more encouragement to sink lower until he’s eye-level with your cunt. He draws a finger through your center, collecting some of the dripping nectar with a click of his tongue.

“This for him,” he asks, jerking his head toward Andrei, who has resumed the gentle knead and massage of your breasts, “or me?”

Another pinch of your nipple has you whimpering. “Wh-who says it can’t be both?”

A low chuckle sounds from Brady’s throat, a smug smile curling up on his handsome face. “Knew you liked being shared, pretty girl, just didn’t know how much.”

He delves into your core like a man starved, long laves of his tongue ending with a flick against your sensitive clit. By instinct, your back arches and your hips raise to meet his mouth, seeking out more of the pleasure that blooms through your body as he presses his face against you. “So sweet, baby.”

Brady is good with his mouth, and he knows it. Expertly, he alters between flat licks of his tongue and sucking gently on your clit, with a precision only someone with experience can manage. It doesn’t take him long to remember what makes you tick, how you gush around his tongue when he slides it inside of you and fucks you with it.

Just as the energy starts to build deep within you, you’re crying out when he abruptly tears himself away from you. “Brady—”

“Hmm?” he asks, sharing an amused look with Andrei. “What’s wrong?”

“Need—need your mouth.” You can’t help the whine that accompanies your words, the desperation that crawls under your skin.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone?”

You lick your lips, guiltily glancing back to catch Andrei, an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk painted on his face.

“He has a nice mouth,” you say, as if to justify your unrestrained desire for the man who isn’t your boyfriend.

Andrei hums. “So do you, kisa. Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Lay your head back for me.”

You do as told, and Andrei tugs you toward him a few inches so your head is leaning off of the countertop. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Andrei leans down to kiss you, soft and slow, and you sigh into him, the familiarity of his mouth helping to alleviate some of your nerves; the pulse between your legs is all but forgotten under his attention. As he pulls away, he purses his lips, dropping a long, thick wad of saliva into your open mouth. You feel the slow drip of it against your tongue, slipping down your throat as you swallow obediently.

“Khoroshaya deovochka,” he murmurs as he stands to his full height. Good girl.

The praise makes your nipples tighten as you shiver. You can feel Brady’s hot breath on your inner thigh, can feel the heat from his gaze as he takes in the sight of your open, wet, waiting core. His lips against your skin makes you jolt slightly, a sigh breathed out against Andrei’s tip pressed against your lips.

“God, I missed eating this pretty pussy,” Brady says, his tongue flitting against your entrance, teasing you. You can feel the way your pussy throbs under his attention, like she knows she’s mere moments away from relief.

Andrei chuckles lowly, his eyes no doubt stuck on the brunette working his way between your thighs. Your own throat bobs in anticipation, waiting for Andrei to push his tip past your lips and into your open mouth.

Then, as if following a countdown that only they could hear, Brady’s fingers broach your eager entrance, simultaneous with the gentle push of Andrei’s length to meet your tongue. Swiftly, steadily, they fill you up with a practiced precision that makes your toes curl, the sensation so complete and fulfilling—pun intended.

Your Russian is patient, feeling the gasp as Brady works another finger into you before his hand slips into your hair, holding your neck steady while he presses his hips forward. He tests his own restraint, inching in and out while your mouth and throat accommodate and adjust to his size, your tongue flatting against the top of him.

Brady’s mouth joins his fingers, sure to catch the slick pooling around your entrance; he probes and teases with the tip of his tongue, taking his time to re-learn what makes your spine arch and the breath catch in your throat. He groans, exhaling lowly against your center, eyes fluttering closed as he savors the taste of you.

“So fucking sweet. Svech, do me a favor and fuck her face a little harder so I can feel her gush on my tongue.”

“Aye aye,” Andrei says with a smirk, a mock salute before his other hand is placed on the other side of your neck, stabilizing your face before he gently picks up the pace of his thrusts. Your eyes water at the intrusion, at the different angle of his cock in your throat, breathing steadily through your nose.

Soon enough, your boyfriend has a consistent rhythm, and any whine you want to let out is blocked by his length lodged in your airway. He hums, smugness dripping from his voice, “Love watching the outline of my cock in your throat, kisa. You take me so well.”

The praise alone makes heat surge to your core, right into Brady’s eager mouth, and he moans, choking out, “That’s it, baby.”

His pace picks up, directly correlating to the flutter in your belly, to Brady’s tongue and fingers working in tandem to drive you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips roll against his face, seeking out that delicious friction that will have you hurtling into euphoria. His head is too far to reach with your arms, so you occupy your hands by taking to your breasts, massaging and tweaking at your nipples while Andrei continues his rough thrusts. Streaks of saliva marr your face, frothy and wet, leaving filthy evidence on his usually pristine kitchen floor.

For a fleeting second, you wonder what this must look like; you, spread wide and waiting on your boyfriend’s counter, getting stuffed at both ends by two handsome, talented men, both eager to drive you to your peak. It’s the image of your body between them that has your release barreling through you, a choked groan sounding out despite the intrusion in your throat. Brady groans, mingled curses and praises slipping out while he works you through the waves of your climax.

Andrei doesn’t let up, not until Brady’s pulling away from the apex of your thighs, the scar on his chin coated with your orgasm. He helps you up, admiring the swell of your lips and the tear tracks on your face before he smiles and presses a wet, musky kiss against your lips. “So pretty. Even prettier when your face is a mess like this.”

“You wanna take her cunt this time? My treat.” Andrei asks with a grin wide enough to reveal his missing tooth.

“I’d be honored,” Brady says with a mock nod of his head, his eyes flicking to yours with a mischievous grin.

“C’mon, malyshka,” Andrei murmurs, lifting you easily in his arms to take you into the bedroom. He deposits you on the bed, positioning you to leave room for Brady to follow and kneel before you. Your eyes draw to the bulge in his pants, the thin fabric doing little to hide his modesty as Andrei helps you to remove what’s left of your costume.

“You want it?” he asks in a teasing tone.

“You got to taste me,” you say, blinking up at him. “It’s only fair I get to return the favor.”

Andrei sniggers at your quick remark. “So eager, my pretty little slut.”

The name sends heat coursing through your body, radiating particularly between your legs. Brady moves to remove his expensive trousers, and soon, you’re presented with a mouth-watering view of his very impressive, very erect length. Your tongue slips out to lick your lips, eager to feel the weight of him in your mouth.

Of course, Brady can’t resist teasing you, gripping himself loosely as he taps his tip against your cheek. Your mouth opens, impatient, but he doesn’t give you what you want; not yet. Instead, he drags the head across your lips, slow, teasing, agonizing.

“What a good girl,” he murmurs, almost like he’s talking to himself, but then he winks at you. “So obedient.”

Brady’s instruction is simple, just a soft, “tongue out,” before he’s running his tip over it, pressing himself firmly against your tongue. You sigh out at the taste of him, precum already dripping onto your waiting taste buds, earnestly wrapping your lips around his tip as you take him into your mouth.

Beside you, Andrei draws the slightest attention back to himself by divesting himself of his clothes, dropping unceremoniously to the floor. You feel a warm, large hand running along the curve of your ass, giving the flesh a squeeze before his fingers probe lightly at your entrance, testing the slickness he finds there.

As you work at Brady’s length, jaw opening wider to fit more of him into your mouth, Andrei’s hand slides up just a few inches higher, and all at once the agreement from earlier sinks in.

If Brady was going to fuck your pussy, then that means…

Almost like he’s reading your mind, Andrei chuckles behind you when you gasp with realization. Not long after, the pad of his finger presses gently against the tight bud, teasing and prodding. For a brief moment, you tear yourself away from Brady to crane your head, just in time to see Andrei spitting onto his fingers, coating them with his saliva before bringing his hand back down to your backside. He smirks at you, then winks at Brady as his first finger teases you, your mouth falling open at the feeling—not enough.

But Brady clears his throat, not pleased with the lack of attention, and his hand gently turns your head back to face him. “Back to work, sweet girl.”

Ever eager to serve, you do as you’re told, only this time, you moan around Brady’s length as Andrei presses the tip of his finger past the puckered ring. Slowly, he eases it in, carefully testing the depth with slow, gentle pulses as your body relaxes to the foreign sensation. Your tongue lolls against Brady, whimpering as you do your best to stay focused on him.

Whether it’s to help you or just to show some dominance, you aren’t sure, but soon Brady’s hand is threading through your hair, gripping it into a ponytail at the base of your skull. Slowly, he pushes your head forward, watching the way his length slides between your lips. The beautiful brown of his eyes lock with yours, monitoring your reaction as he gradually increases the pace. His hold is firm, the tug on your hair just hard enough to have you shivering.

Soon enough, he’s fucking your throat, and Andrei’s eased two fingers into you, priming you for what’s to come. Spit, drool, and tears track your face, a frothy mixture pooling at your lips when Brady finally pulls out. He smiles, admiring his handiwork. “Love that throat of yours.”

Andrei hums behind you, his thumb brushing against your clit and nearly making you jump. “Baby, you’re dripping. You like when Brady fucks that pretty mouth?”

You nod, licking your lips with a smile. Brady winks at you. “Love fucking all of your holes, darlin’.”

A fresh wave of heat gushes between your legs, accompanied by a slap to your ass and a Russian curse. His fingers flex inside of you gently working you open. “Get to it, then,” you challenge him.

“Aw, baby, I’m flattered,” he says with another smug smile. “But I think I want to watch that pretty boyfriend of yours fuck your pretty little ass first.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and you turn to look at Andrei as he’s retrieving his bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer. The liquid is cold on your skin, warmed quickly by his hand, finger pressing into you. He eases you open, adding another finger, and then another, until he deems you ready for his more than considerable length.

“Ready, malyshka?”

You cast a glance at Brady, who smirks at you with darkened eyes, like the sight of you on your hands and knees and three fingers in your ass is nearly sending him over the edge. “Fuck me, Drei.”

When Andrei presses into you, you wince at the stretch as you adjust to the sensation. He sucks in a breath, murmuring a low curse in Russian. Gripping your sides, his hands squeeze tightly as he waits patiently for your approval to keep going.

Brady hums as he greedily drinks in the sight of you. He murmurs low, filthy promises to you, watching intently as Andrei patiently pushes deeper; your mouth falls open as your body adjusts to the stretch, his more-than-adequate width nearly enough to make your eyes cross.

“Doin’ so good for me,” is Andrei’s gentle purr, groaning as he starts low, shallow thrusts. Your fingers grip into the bedsheets, gasping out. By the time he’s thrusting at a steady pace, tears are already pricking at your eyes from how blissfully sinful it feels, his tip directly nudging into the spot that makes you see stars.

Andrei fucks you thoroughly, until you’re a mumbling, shaking mess. Your body arches as his large hand traces its way down your spine, coming to rest at the base of your neck; he presses you down into the mattress, just slightly, just enough to make your breathing a bit more labored. He leans forward, too, and you cry out when the action shifts his cock even deeper inside of you. Lips dot gentle kisses against your shoulder blades, accompanied by slow, shallow thrusts as your body trembles beneath him.

“Come,” is all he says; a command and a plea all at once. He doesn’t have to say anything else, only keep his movements steady until you cry out loudly as your release radiates through every bone in your body.

Your Russian is patient, coaxing out the final waves of your orgasm as your thighs tremble from the force of it. Brain foggy, you register the feeling of fingers carding through your hair, soothing you as your vision begins to come back to you. Soon enough, you float back into reality and Andrei smiles, warm enough to feel your heart start to melt at the sight.

“C’mere,” he says, wrapping his arms solidly around you and falling onto his back, bringing you with him. Brady’s figure steps between your legs, large and looming, his eyes glued to where Andrei’s cock is still stuffed deep inside your hole. All at once, the warmth in your heart quickly turns back into desire, and your core flutters.

“You gonna fuck me, too?” Your voice is laced with challenge, a teasing lilt in your tone.

“You want me to fuck you?” Brady quips, a dark eyebrow raised in amusement. “Want me to fuck this tight little cunt?”

“S’your birthday gift,” you say, and Andrei chest shakes with a chuckle beneath your back. Brady smiles, his eyes dragging to the place in question, spread open and waiting for him.

“Lucky me,” is his hummed response, moving his hand forward to rub a slow circle over your clit with his thumb. You whine, and Andrei pinches your sides in a silent command, holding you steady. He presses a kiss against your shoulder, his weight solid and strong beneath you—holding your body up without any effort, it seems. One of the many, many benefits of having a boyfriend who is a Big Boy.

Brady snaps your attention back to him when he steps closer to the apex of your thighs, fisting his erection as he lines himself up. His eyes, brown and molten, are transfixed on the way the tip of his cock slips into your eager and waiting entrance; he lets out a grunt at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him.

You, on the other hand, are completely speechless—you’ve forgotten how to speak entirely, only nonsensical babbling slipping from your mouth. The feeling has you unable to focus on any one thing, consumed by how fucking good it feels to have both of them buried deep.

The two men work in sync, wordless, the same silent telepathy that they used earlier. In. Out. In. Out. Pleasure blossoms between your legs, tingly and warm as it spreads through your core, up your limbs, to the tips of your fingers and toes; you aren’t sure where you end and they begin.

“Kisa,” Andrei’s deep voice rumbles beneath you, murmuring lowly in your ear. “Feel good?”

You open your mouth to reply—yes, God, yes—but all that comes out is a jumbled moan, lilted higher when Brady presses in just that little bit deeper. He laughs, thumbs gripping your thighs tightly as he holds you open. “You kidding, Svech? Your girl loves being stuffed full of dick. These slutty little holes are drooling all over us.”

Brady’s words earn a low flutter—whether in your belly or in another area, you aren’t quite sure—but based on the growl that slips from Andrei, you’re inclined to believe the latter. His hand slinks up your side to massage at your breast, the other branding fingertip-shaped marks into your hip. “That true, dorogoy?”

Because your brain is in the process of being fucked into mush, it’s all you can do to nod, a weak, “Yes” tumbling out of your mouth. His breath is hot against your shoulder, murmurs of Russian curses low in your ear. “How lucky am I, huh? My gorgeous girl, treating me and my friend so good on our birthday.”

The deep purr of praise is like a catalyst to the heat in your veins, setting it ablaze through every cell in your body. Your back arches off of Andrei’s warm torso, and this time you’re sure that you clench tightly around both of them.

“Drei,” you sigh, “please.”

“Please, what?”

“C-come… make me… c-come—”

Brady smiles while his thumb resumes the same steady, circular motion on your clit, like he can’t decide if he’s amused or turned on at your desperate plea. For Andrei, though, it’s no laughing matter; suddenly, his thrusts become even steadier, more sure. He’s determined, hips setting a metronome that contrasts Brady’s pace, speeding up ever so slightly.

When your climax hits, it’s like time stands still: your breath, frozen in your lungs, mouth open in a silent scream, a snapshot taken just as the fire ignites at the place where Andrei and Brady meet inside of you. Your body tenses, spine rigid as your legs begin to shake in Brady’s strong hands, doing little to absorb the ripple effect of your orgasm.

“Shiiiiit,” the brunette groans, amid the mish mash of Russian and English pouring from Andrei’s mouth as his hips slow to a halt, content to feel the way your body writhes and reacts to him.

“Think we need to do this more often,” Andrei says, and you can hear the smirk in his voice; you can see it reflected in Brady’s eyes, predatory, devouring the sight of you below him. He doesn’t need to voice his agreement out loud; it’s clear in the way he can barely resist pulling out of you to help you onto shaky feet, then to your knees on the floor.

With a blink, your gaze floats up between Andrei and Brady, standing over you, each fisting their lengths, glistening with you. Your hands dance their way up your body, brushing your hair out of the way before returning to cup your breasts. “Happy birthday, boys.”

Brady’s eyes darken and Andrei allows a low growl at the sight of you, your breasts pressed together like the sexiest canvas they’ll ever see. Both of them work their hand over their dicks, varying in speed but sharing the same intensity—the same kind of unrestrained desperation, stretching themselves for the final sprint to the finish line.

Andrei’s deep groan comes first, ropes of his release splattering across your decolletage, dripping down into the cleavage you offer. A sharp curse from Brady’s mouth precedes his own peak, cum landing on your chin before sliding down and dripping onto your chest. Your boyfriend’s eyes glitter, watching the drips meld together into a mixture of one.

Without a word, Andrei steps toward you, crouching slightly to run his hands across your chest, gathering some of the cum onto his fingers. His eyes lock with yours and, in silent reply to his silent question, your mouth opens obediently, allowing him to press his first and middle past your lips, pressing onto your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” Brady says, voice a combination of a chuckle and a groan. You suck on his digits, swallowing the salty mixture of them with a flourish.

“Angel,” Andrei muses, making sure you lap every last bit of cum off of his fingers. “She’s an angel.”

———

Bonus mini scene inspired by this video:

That weekend, you’re scrolling on social media when the Canes pregame video pops up. It autoplays, and your eye immediately catches the salt and pepper hair, your heart fluttering a little bit at the sight. Then Andrei’s on the screen, and you’re smiling at seeing him feeling so confident and in his element—he’s where he belongs.

But then you hear Brady say, “What a night!” followed by a loud laugh from Andrei, and your heart stops. They wouldn’t…

It takes another few replays to hear that Brady also says, “It’s a pleasure.”

When Andrei gets home later that night, high from a shutout win and clinching an official playoff spot, his wide smile fades slightly at the sight of you on the bed with your arms folded over your chest.

“Wh–?”

“Tell me what you whispered to Brady before the game,” you say, a glint in your eye.

Your boyfriend pauses, reflecting, then smirks when the memory comes back to him. His eyes flick to yours and his eyebrow raises. “You really wanna know?”

A pointed look is your only reply.

“I told him you still can’t walk today.”