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merlincmgirl · 2 months ago

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Sensory Deprivation - Hunter x FReader - NSFW

Summary: After speaking with Phee, you decide you want to try out something new with Hunter.

Characters: Hunter, Phee (briefly)

Pairing: Hunter x F!Reader

Word Count: 7,272

Warnings: PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), 69 position, riding, blindfold, sensory kink

Authour's Note: I'm actually quite pleased with this one.

Admittedly, you weren’t sure how this conversation came around, but you were glad that it did. Because it gave you so many new ideas to try out with Hunter.

Phee leaned back in her chair, a wide-brimmed cocktail glass in her hand as she recounted the tales of her and Tech. “I knew he was creative but, ooh boy! He really out did himself!” Phee chuckled, making your face heat up even further than it had been.

“I take it you had a very satisfying night then” you retorted, sipping on your own drink. The chatter around you in the beach bar on Pabu helped cover your risqué conversation. Well you hoped it did.

“Very. Who knew that a trooper’s helmet could work as a blind fold. They can just turn off the visual fields and it all goes dark” she smirked, sending you a wink.

“What? I didn’t know it could do that!” you gasped, surprised at this useful bit of knowledge that she was sharing with you. Straight away your imagination began to run wild, imagining Hunter placing his helmet over your head, your vision going dark as he ran his hands over your body, teasing you with his dark, silky voice. You reached to take another sip of your drink, throat suddenly parched. Phee smirked at you knowingly, and you ducked your heated face away from her.

“Yeah, it heightens the senses, you know. Tech promised me that I can blindfold him next. Maybe take away his hearing, wear some headphones to muffle everything out” Phee explained, humming in thought as she aired her suggestions out to you. As much as you loved Phee and Tech, and you were so happy that they had found each other, you really didn’t want to know any more.

While she thought about what could be done, you cast your mind back to your own trooper. Just the thought of Hunter slipping his bandana over your eyes had your hand curling in your lap. To be lost in the smell of him surrounding you in his bunk, not being able to see as he kissed down your body. You could just imagine how it would feel to turn the tables on him. Spreading him out like a feast before you, taking away his sight with his own bandana or helmet. Perhaps not his helmet though, you enjoyed watching all the beautiful expressions that crossed his face as pleasure wracked through his body.

But maybe it would be too much for him. Hunter’s senses was extra sensitive, and you had been there with him when they hindered him as much as they helped. There was times when he had to lie down, head in your lap as you helped soothe him from the migraines that was caused by his sensitivity to light and sound. Sometimes you’d find him grimacing and coughing as you walked past shops or restaurants that had certain smells that agitated his nose. More than once you had turned off most of the electrical things in your house to help him not get overloaded by the electromagnetic pulses that he could detect. So perhaps during the times when you were intimate it might be too much for him to push his heightened senses even further.

You must have been quiet for too long because you were pulled from your thoughts by Phee laying her hand on your arm. “I mean you must have tried it surely, a man with heightened senses. That’s a minefield of kinks to explore” Phee stated, spotting the curious look on your face.

Blushing heavier at her probing, you shook your head. “No… it’s not something we’ve ever discussed” you shrugged, looking away from her knowing eyes.

“If it’s something you both want, maybe you should” she suggested, sending you a small smile that you couldn’t help but return.

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The conversation with Phee stayed in your head for the next few days, and you couldn’t help but want to do more research on it. Tech had picked up on you already pouring over a datapad and offered to help, but this was something you definitely didn’t want the intelligent clone’s help with. You didn’t think you would be able to talk to Tech about discovering kinks with his own brother. Or look him in the eye ever again. No, that would be too awkward for everyone involved.

“Still pouring over that datapad?”

You jumped at the deep rumble that came from behind you, looking up and instantly having your breath taken away. Hunter stood in the doorway, arms crossed and leaning his shoulder against the frame. He had a soft affectionate, yet teasing, look on his face as he smiled at you. He was gorgeous. The sight of him enough to have you forgetting what he said.

The smile widened over his handsome face as he stepped into the room, coming over to lean against the back of the chair you were sprawled on. You angled the screen away from him but looked up at him, his hair fell around his face and you quickly tucked it back into place behind his ear.

“I said, are you still pouring over that datapad?” he grinned, running a hand down your shoulder.

“Oh! I was. But if you need anything, this can always wait” you replied, blushing slightly at being caught so distracted by him. No doubt he could hear how your heart raced, the little changes in your body’s signals that highlighted just how much he affected you.

“I appreciate it cyare, but I just wanted to check up on you. What’s been taking up all your attention?” he asked, fingers twisting around a strand of your hair that had fallen out of place.

There was no hiding the flush that crept along your face at that question. He raised an eyebrow at your reaction, hearing your heart jump at his words.

“Just a bit of research, it doesn’t matter” you hurriedly said, internally grimacing at the way your voice went higher and the way you scrambled around to shove the datapad out of view. God, you lied even worse than the clones!

“Uhuh” he hummed, taking your hand and pulling you out of the chair. He quickly stole your spot, and tugged you back down onto his lap. You swung your legs over his and left them dangling off the side of the arm rest. His hand wrapped around your lower back, the other squeezing your knee. “Come on, cyare. You can do better than that” he teased, pulling you even closer to his warmth.

You groaned, burying your head into his chest. If only the ground would open up and swallow you so you could avoid this conversation with him. His warmth could be felt through his civvies and it helped relax you slightly as you leant into him. Was it worth discussing this with him? The kink had certainly caught your attention, but you were unsure how Hunter would react. Perhaps he wouldn’t feel the same, or maybe he would laugh at you, or feel disgusted by your thoughts. There was so many ways it could go wrong.

“Cyare?” he hummed, as you got lost in your own thoughts. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to” he comforted, frowning as he felt the way you tensed in his hold and how your heart raced for a completely different reason than before. He stroked soothing circles against your thigh and back, hoping you would understand that he was happy to just be here and hold you.

Trailing your hand up to his chest, you began to draw absent patterns onto his broad pecs, trying to find a way to word it so that Hunger could understand what had kept you so distracted these last few days. The gesture was calming to you as well as him, as you nodded to yourself, taking in a deep breath before you began.

“I met Phee for a drink a few days ago” you started, tracing the Bad Batch symbol into the shirt beneath your hands. Hunter hummed in remembrance but didn’t say anything else, waiting for you to carry on. “We got talking and she was telling me about… stuff with Tech” you told him, biting your lip as nerves bubbled in your stomach.

“Okay… what else, mesh’la?” he grimaced, he really didn’t want to hear about his younger brother’s sex life but forged on anyway. Something was on your mind, and he was determined to help you through it.

“She mentioned that… er… I uh thought… she-she mentioned that Tech had used his helmet to take away her sight. That it was part of sensory deprivation and how much she enjoyed it” you stuttered, the words falling out of your mouth in a jumbled mess.

You could feel Hunter stiffen beneath you, his hands tightening just slightly against you to keep you pressed against him. Looking up, you noticed that he wasn’t looking down at you, instead staring off to the far distance with a surprised look on his face.

“And I started to wonder what that would be like, because she seemed to enjoy it a lot. So I started researching it and honestly Hunter, there’s a lot of things that relates to sensory deprivation. It’s a very interesting topic and I couldn’t stop the thought of us trying it out. And I know that your senses are heightened so we don’t have to try it. I don’t want you to become overwhelmed-” you rambled, words coming faster and faster as you panicked, before Hunter pressed his lips to yours, silencing you.

Hunter slid his hand up your back to grip the nape of your neck, stilling you as he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before nipping at your bottom lip. It had the desired affect of you gasping and he wasted no time slipping his tongue into your mouth, swallowing any more of your noises.

Pulling away, he rested your foreheads together, eyes closed tightly. You couldn’t help but grip onto his shirt, fingers tangled in the material as you both breathed heavily against each other. As you went to open your mouth again to speak, he stopped you. “Take a breath, love” he said, shaking his head.

You did so, chest becoming less tight after your panicked explanation and Hunter’s kiss. Taking a few more, you began to relax against his chest, cuddling further into him.

“Good girl” he praised, squeezing and massaging the back of your neck with his large, warm hand.

That was just unfair. How did he expect you to not be affected by that? You felt heat rush through you and your thighs tensed at the feeling of you getting wet just from his words. Hunter must have smelt your arousal because his fingers tightened slightly on your knee and he took in a deeper breath.

“Now, is this what has been on your mind for the last few days?” he asked, hand coming round to cup your cheek and pull your gaze to his. You nodded, unable to look away from those dark, mesmerising eyes. “You should have said something, love. You can always come to me with anything, you know that” he murmured, thumb stroking the delicate skin underneath your eye. It had your eyes fluttering closed as you leaned into his hand. “In fact, I think I’d like to try that out now” he said, voice dropping huskily as his hand slid higher up your thigh.

“Really?” you breathed, eyes tearing themselves open to look into his darkening eyes. It had your breath catching in your throat as you thought of all the possibilities that you had once thought impossible, was now very much an option for you to try out with your Sergeant.

“Of course cyar’ika, but I want to talk about it first. If we’re going to do this, then I want to make sure we’re on the same page. Know what we both want and need and when to stop before it gets too much” he insisted, voice firm but gentle. A variation of the voice he used while in command that said there would be no arguments, but softened just for you.

“I agree, I don’t want any of us, especially you, to get overwhelmed. It wouldn’t be fun then if it became too much” you nodded, reaching to trace the tattoo across his face before turning to the datapad in your hand. You had forgotten you were even holding it before Hunter kissed you.

“Hit me with it, cyare” Hunter smiled, relaxing further back into the chair. It caused his legs to widen even further and you reached out to grip his shirt once more. His amusement was clear to see as his smile widened.

“Okay, I’ve been doing some research and there’s a number of different ways to take away your senses. These include the common ones such as blindfold, ear plugs, gags, binders etc., there is also things such as nose plugs and the like that will stop your sense of smell, interestingly enough” you reported, going through the research you had already collected on the subject. You showed him a number of toys that you had found that could be used on your datapad.

He hummed, letting you continue to tell him what you had found out.

“There is also the sensation of taste, and most sites suggested food to heighten your senses, rather than take anything away. However, I think we’d need more time to prepare, I don’t want to be explaining to the others why our bedsheets are so messy with food. Especially as we’ve been telling Omega she can’t eat in bed, that conversation would just be too awful” you explained, shaking your head at the thought of having to lie to Omega about this.

“Agreed, so I think we should decide on who wants to try it first” Hunter suggested, bringing you back to the topic at hand. He loved how thorough you were in your research, wanting to make sure that he was cared for and that it would be just as fun for him. Your care and devotion to him, to his comfort, just made him fall in love with you even more. Taking in a deep breath of your scent, now tinged with your arousal, he could feel his cock begin to twitch in his pants.

“Would… would this be something you would be interested in?” you ventured, biting your lip as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You’re the one with the heightened senses. Do you think you would be okay with one getting taken away and the others heightened even more?” you wondered, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and playing with the strands of his dark hair.

He paused, thinking through what it would mean for him. He knew his senses better than anyone, he knew his own limitations and just how affected they would be if taken away. Most of the time, his senses were always on alert, ready to be utilised in any and every situation. It would be nice to not have to think about that for a while, to just be able to relax into you.

“It’s not something I’ve ever thought about but… I can’t deny that I really want to try it out with you” he admitted, leaning back into your hand that was carding through his hair.

You felt the weight of Hunter’s trust and faith in you just then. It wasn’t often he allowed himself to be vulnerable, only ever around his family. So to be showed that level of love and trust made you feel quite heady. Smiling softly, you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his full lips, feeling them return the gesture in kind before he pulled away from you.

“So, what kind of things are we talking about here?” he asked, glancing back down at your datapad that had fallen into your lap.

Grasping it again, you quickly pulled your research back up. “Well, we could go through the different senses, see which one is more appealing to you and which would be a good starting point for us” you murmured, leaning the datapad on your knees, determined to keep stroking through his luxurious hair.

“Fine with me cyare” he chuckled, stroking up and down your thigh with his warm, calloused hand. With each upward stroke he got higher and higher up your thigh.

“What about smell? We could find something so you won’t smell me while-” you suggested, biting your lip as you researched what could be done as you wriggled, getting into a more comfortable position on his lap as you let him play with your leg.

“No. I love being able to smell you, smell exactly what happens when I kiss you just here. When I whisper exactly what I want to do with you” he teased, bringing his fingers up to run them tortuously slow over the sensitive spot on your neck that always pulled a small gasp and a shudder from you.

“O-okay then, not smell” you breathed, as it was becoming a lot harder to keep your thoughts straight with Hunter’s little touches and his seductive voice whispering into your ear. “What about a blindfold? Would that be okay for you?” you asked, pulling your focus back onto the discussion that you were having. It was important to not get distracted as you spoke about the limits that both of you had.

“I don’t need to see you to know exactly what I do to you, sweetheart” he chuckled lowly, hand slipping to rest just above the curve of your ass, the other coming up to cup your cheek and brush his thumb over your cheekbone.

“You’re making it really difficult to concentrate you know?” you grumbled, gulping back the saliva that pooled in your mouth and ignoring the flush that raced through you.

He hummed, a smirk pulling at his lips at that. “I think we’ve found a winner” he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to your heated cheek.

“But… but we haven’t discussed limits or what you want to do” you protested weakly, eyes sliding closed as you nuzzled into him.

“Do you remember my safeword?” he asked, smiling slightly at your words. He knew he would be in safe hands with you. Nobody had cared for him just like you. Always making sure he was comfortable, he was fed, and happy and safe. His brothers and sister loved him, just like he loved them, but with you, it was so different. What the two of you had was special and he couldn’t imagine having this connection with anyone else. No, in his future, he could see only you.

“Of course I do!” you insisted, grimacing at his choice of safeword. “Tarkin” you spat out, hatred filling you for what he had done to the Bad Batch and the rest of the clones. “I don’t know why you chose that one” you grumbled, shaking your head at him.

“Because mesh’la, I can guarantee, if that word comes up in our sexy times together, I will go softer than a rotten meiloorun in an instant” he reminded, making you let out a small huff of laughter. He was right, he was a sure mood killer. “So, if it gets too much, I’ll say it. I trust you. Do you trust me to know when I need to use my safeword?” he assured, pulling away to cup your face in his hands, looking at you with such a tender expression it made your heart clench.

“I trust you with my life” you vowed.

Hunter let out a small groan and leaned forward to kiss you, unable to hold back at your words. He caressed your lips with his, prising your mouth open so he could lick inside, groaning louder as the taste of you burst against his tongue. He couldn’t help but close his eyes as he thread his hands to the nape of your neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

When the need to breathe became too much, you pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. You were both panting, breath mixed between you as you pressed as close as you possibly could against him. Angling your head to the side so he could kiss along your neck, an errant thought popped into your head. “What about the others?” you gasped, closing your eyes against the feeling of his stubble brushing against your neck.

He grazed his teeth over your pulse point, thrilled to feel it flutter underneath his tongue as he soothed the mark he left. “We have the house to ourselves, everyone else is out” he assured, kissing the patch of skin next to it and beginning a new mark for you to wear.

“Oh” you breathed, relaxing into his hold. Raking your fingers through his hair, you tugged on his dark strands lightly, feeling the way he tensed up underneath you at the action. “We should take this to the bedroom” you suggested, returning your lips to his, unable to not kiss him and drinking in the darkened, lust-filled look in his eyes. Matched with the dark tattoo spread across half his face, it made heat pool in your stomach.

Hunter gently guided you up off his lap, breaking the kiss and chuckling softly at your whine in disappointment. But as soon as he was on his feet in front of you, he scooped you up, wrapping his strong arms underneath your ass and lifting you up.

You couldn’t help the small squeak of surprise at his bold movement, his show of strength easy to see as he carried you like you weighed nothing to him. Wrapping your legs around his slutty little waist and your arms around his neck, you held on tight. He growled playfully at you before attaching his lips to yours once more, swallowing your soft whimpers and moans as he guided you both to the bedroom.

Licking into your mouth, he pressed you into the wall next to the door, teasing you and drawing out your own tongue against his own. He didn’t pull away, not even to press the button to open the door. As soon as it was open, he was stepping into your shared room, dropping you onto the mattress and taking in your sprawled, flushed body against his sheets. He groaned, palming himself through his pants as your heated look met his.

“Kriff Hunter!” you cursed, tugging off your shirt and throwing it to the floor. “You don’t know what you do to me” you breathed, pulling him towards you with a tug of his own shirt. You twisted the material around your fingers as you climbed onto your knees, eager to touch his bare skin. To feel him against you.

“Oh I think I do, mesh’la” he smirked, helping you to slide the restricting material off his top half. “Because you make me feel the exact same” he admitted, hands landing on your hips to steady you.

You smiled, pressing kisses along his jaw and neck as you ran your hands down his torso, feeling the sharp edges and hard muscles that defined his chest.

Hunter let out a quiet sigh, rolling his head back to give you more room to leave just as many marks as you wanted on his bronzed skin. As your fingers traced around his dusty pink nipples, he couldn’t help but squeeze your hips tight as he fought the moan that was trying to escape his lips.

Deciding to tease him, tracing over the dark skeleton tattoo on one side of his body, you slid your fingers lower. Running them through the soft hair that ran from his belly button and into his pants, you couldn’t help but tug lightly on the hair.

“Fuck cyare!” he grunted, biting his lip as you pulled away to look at him. “Do that again and I’m fucking you through this mattress! Forget the blindfold” he warned, heat searing his nerves at the small move. His senses already felt on overdrive, he could hear your racing heart, see the fluttering of your pulse in your neck, and smell your arousal in the air as it leaked from you.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time” you giggled, palming him through the front of his pants. He let out a choked breath as his head landed on your shoulder. You could feel just how hot and hard he was underneath your hand. Licking your lips, you hooked your fingers underneath his pants and tugged them down, pushing them to his knees and letting him step out of them. It left him in tight underwear that left nothing to the imagination, as you grazed his prominent bulge with a light drag of your fingernails.

Hunter growled, hand coming to grip your wrist to still you.

“Get on the bed, Sergeant” you ordered him, stepping off the bed to slip your own pants down your legs and leaving you in your underwear.

Hunter did as he was told, climbing on the bed and scooting up to the top of the bed so he could lean against the headboard. He shoved a couple of pillows behind him, getting comfortable as he watched you undress. His mouth watered as you were left in just your bra and panties, showing the beautiful body he couldn’t help but want to devour. He wanted to press kisses along every inch of your skin, to mark you as much as you allowed and touch you until you were screaming his name.

Straddling him, you couldn’t help but smirk at the almost black eyes trailed over your body, landing on your heaving breasts as you took in deep breaths to steady yourself. Reaching behind you, he watched in awe as your breasts tumbled out of their encasement. Hearing your soft sigh at having the pressure gone from you, he brought a hand up to your breast, massaging and rubbing the red marks left behind by your bra.

“So kriffing gorgeous, cyare. Can I taste you? Please?” he rasped out, thumb gliding across a nipple.

“Hold on trooper” you murmured, taking a grip of his hand and bringing them between you both to wait. “I want to cover your eyes. Can I use your bandana?” you requested, brushing his hair away from the front of his bandana.

“Yes, mesh’la. Use whatever you want” he nodded, hands coming to land on your thighs so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch your breasts just yet, as they hung in front of his face.

“Thank you, my love” you smiled, kissing his head before sliding his red Clone Force 99 bandana from his head. You carefully positioned it over his eyes, making sure they were covered before you tied it behind his head.

You waved your hand in front of his face as he chuckled, kneading your upper thighs. “I can feel you moving cyare, but I can’t see you” he reported, smile dancing along his lips.

“Does it feel okay?” you frowned, checking in with him to make sure it wasn’t too tight or too jarring for him.

“Feels perfect, cyare. Good job” he praised, feeling smug at the fresh wave of arousal he could smell at his words.

With his eyesight gone, his other senses came alive. He could feel the warm, humid air of Pabu filter in through the open window, sense the current of electricity running through the house and the irritating noise of the tap dripping in the refresher. But it all paled in comparison to you. The feel of your hot skin pressing against his chest, the way he could feel your thighs beginning to clench around his own. Hear how your heart raced and the small gulp you gave as saliva pooled in your mouth as you ran your gaze over him. Could smell just how sweet you smelled as slick collected and soaked the material of your panties, smell just how he was affecting you with words alone.

He was surprised when he felt your hands guide his to your chest, encouraging him to feel and play to his heart’s content. Not willing to refuse you anything and meet his own needs, Hunter squeezed the breasts in his hands before pressing kisses around the swell of them. Your breath stuttered in your throat, Hunter could hear it as he continued to massage your beautiful tits in his hands.

“Hunter!” you groaned, hips rolling against his bulge as you tried to resist pulling on his hair. The feeling of his talented mouth laying kisses to your breasts but not going any further had you feeling very frustrated.

Chuckling, he guided his mouth to one of your nipples, enveloping the nub into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Running his tongue over the pert nipple, flicking the bud over and over until it had you squirming in his lap. He could feel the wet heat seep into his own briefs, the thought enough to have him twitching beneath you.

Feeling Hunter suck on your breasts, you rocked against him, hand threading through his hair and tugging. The moan he let out around you had your own eyes sliding shut as his hand came up to give your other breast some attention. After a few more moments he switched, taking your other bud into his mouth and doing the exact same thing. The air hit your wet nipple and you felt your core tighten at the feeling of it pebbling.

Pulling away from Hunter, you helped lie him down fully on the bed, getting him comfortable against the pillows underneath him. When he was stretched out before you, you licked your lips, taking in his rugged, handsome look. His cheeks were flushed pink, your marks scattered along his neck and shoulder, and you couldn’t help but admire them as they accompanied his dark tattoo that trailed all the way down to his toes. Gods, he was absolutely gorgeous.

You pressed a kiss to his heart, making sure to be tender and soft in your affection. However it didn’t last as you ran your tongue down his tattoo, tracing the design until you reached the hemline of his briefs. He shuddered at every swipe of your tongue against his sensitive skin, nerves firing back at him at the feel of you.

Hunter moaned, chest pressing against your lips and arching into you as he felt your hot breath land on his bulge. He felt his skin prickle at the soft caress of your lips against his sweat slick skin and he couldn’t help but drift his hands into your hair.

You tugged down the hem of his briefs before pressing delicate, teasing kisses to his hips, licking along the dark tattooed skin on his left side, before returning to give his tanned, bare side the same attention. “Hunter” you breathed, dragging your nose above the coarse wiry hair that surrounded his cock. Hearing his loud gasp and feeling the slight pull on your hair, you know you had his attention. “I want to taste you but I also want you to eat me out. Would that be too much for you?” you told him, wanting to make sure he was comfortable and well within his limits.

“Fuck! Yes mesh’la, yes! Let me taste you, please. You smell so good, can’t wait to bury my face in your tasty little pussy” he growled, hips twitching at your teasing touches. He slid his hands down your smooth, warm skin as you knelt before him and slipped your own panties off. Hunter helped to guide you as much as he could so you could get into position over the top of him. It would have been easier if he could see what he was doing, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from pulling you as close as possible.

Hovering over his face, he could smell just how close your core was to him, the smell so much stronger and sweeter now. He could almost taste the delicious arousal that would flood his tongue just as soon as you lowered yourself down onto him.

However, he seemed to forget just how talented and amazing your own mouth was, as he let out a loud shout of your name as you wrapped your lips around his weeping cock. He was of average length but thick, and he stretched your mouth to near it’s limit as you took him in to you. Feeling his stomach muscles quiver underneath you, you began to gently suck and run your tongue over his shaft, tasting the pre cum that had already begun to leak from the tip.

Your Sergeant couldn’t help the whine that escaped him at the sudden heat that surrounded his cock as you took him into your mouth. It felt like he was on fire. With every strip of drool that ran from the corners of your mouth and pooled at his base, it felt like he was being burnt. The sensation of being taken into the wet, hot cavern heightened even more by not being able to see.

When he could gather enough thoughts to reciprocate, he pulled your hips down onto his lower face and began to devour you. He wasted no time running his tongue through your folds, collecting the slick that you had produced and swallowing it into his mouth. His agile tongue then flicked over your bundle of nerves, causing a moan to echo around his cock, the vibrations almost enough to send him over the edge. Fuck, he had never been so close just from a blow job before, but the way the blindfold made him extra sensitive was sending a tingling down his spine.

He wasn’t an experimental commando for nothing, as he decided to push through the overload on his senses, as he fought against the distraction of your mouth to make you feel good. Pulling away to spit slightly at your clenching opening, he ran his fingers through the mess before pushing two of his fingers into your entrance. You groaned at the intrusion, hips thrusting back into his face as he stretched you and curled them just right.

You cried out, pulling away from your trooper’s cock to take in a deep lungful of air. Hunter was thrusting his fingers into your cunt, groaning softly at the sight of your greedy hole swallowing his fingers and trying to pull them further into you. You couldn’t help but rest your head on his hip, panting heavily as you began pumping his shaft, giving the head a little twist with every upwards stroke. Your other hand came to cup his balls, playing with them gently. It had him shouting out your name, the noise echoing in the quiet room as he almost bucked his hips into your face. It seemed your clone was feeling extra sensitive tonight.

Enjoying listening to his sweet sounds, you gritted your teeth when you felt him take your slit into his mouth, sucking slightly on the swollen nub and muffling his noises. You wanted more. Wanted to hear just how good you made him feel. So you removed your hand away from his length and swallowed his cock all the way down to the base, his hair tickling your nose and making you groan.

Hunter’s teeth grazed against your clit as he felt you swallow him down whole, the vibrations of your groan causing white hot pleasure shooting through his body. It felt like he was going to release straight down your throat, feeling the tell tale signs of his stomach tightening and his balls drawing up. But he didn’t want that, he wanted to feel your tight entrance around him, strangling his cock as you both writhed against each other as your releases hit you. Reaching down, he pulled on your hair, tugging you away from his twitching cock.

You let out a few heavy pants before you turned to pout at him. Oh, you forgot he couldn’t see you. But somehow, he knew exactly what you were doing because he chuckled, head slamming back onto the pillows beneath him.

“Fuck, don’t pout mesh’la, I nearly emptied down your throat” he grumbled out, hands squeezing your ass cheeks and keeping your arousal at a low level simmer, ready for him to build you up once he had gained more control of himself.

“Why didn’t you?” you complained, turning around to climb up his body and resting your palms against his pecs.

“Because I want to fuck your tight little pussy instead. Can’t wait to know what you feel like around my cock like this” he admitted, tugging you down to him. You whined, craving the feel of his cock pressing into you, the initial burn as you took him quickly settling into liquid heat running through your veins.

“Fine, but only because I want it too” you grumbled, pressing a kiss to his lips. You deepened the kiss, letting out a pleased noise as the taste of both of you mixed together, just like it should be.

He chuckled, feeling the heat radiating off you as you straddled his hips, his cock brushing through your folds and against your clit. It felt like lava was almost dripping on him as your arousal leaked out of you onto his cock. He reached down to slick himself up, spreading you along his shaft until he was ready to notch himself at your entrance.

Pressing in, you whined against his mouth, the burn of him filling you and stretching you around him had you clutching onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

“That’s it perfect girl, you’ve done so well. Just a little more, cyare” he encouraged, pushing into you with a steady and sure pace. He should have opened you up more, he thought ruefully, but the both of you were so worked up, it was like you needed to be joined together.

When he had bottomed out inside of you, Hunter clenched his jaw, and you could see the muscle flutter in his cheek as he kept a tight hold of your hips. You could just imagine how it felt for him, your tight, hot heat must feel exquisite surrounding his sensitive cock. Just as good as it felt for his length to finally fill you, pressing into all those spots inside of you that you couldn’t quite reach on your own.

Taking a shuddering breath in, you pushed yourself up from his chest and placed your hands on his strong, broad chest. Knowing he would keep you steady, you began to lift your hips in minute heights before dropping back onto his cock, slowly rising higher and higher until he nearly slipped out of your core.

Hunter bit back a huff of frustration as you teased him, never going as fast as he needed or giving you both what you wanted. No this was an unrushed pace, maintaining the pleasure that had been coiling in both your cores but never letting it build up to a proper release.

“Cyare! Please!” he grit out, hands tightening on your hips to help increase your pace.

“Patience, Sergeant” you teased, dropping your head to your chest as you began to roll your hips against his.

At the end of his tether as all his senses were sounding off, he planted his feet into the mattress before thrusting up into your tight heat on one of your downward movements.

“Hunter!” you wailed, the thrust nailing that spot inside of you that had you clenching around him tightly. You collapsed against his chest, nails digging into his broad shoulders as he continued to snap his hips up into yours at a brutal pace. It seemed you had pushed your commando to his limit.

“Kriff! Fuck! Oh love, you’re so tight. So good… so good around me” he muttered, slamming you down onto his cock as your cries and shouts filled his ear. He couldn’t help but feel so proud at how absolutely wrecked you would sound to anyone who walked past your windows. Hunter couldn’t get enough of you, the sounds you made, the delicious slide of your sweat slicked skin against his own. It was nearing too much.

Burying your face into his neck to muffle your sounds, you bit lightly onto his shoulder, making him shout out your name for everyone to hear. It was only just about heard over the wet, squelching sounds as his cock drove into your pulsing heat.

Undulating your hips back against his, you tried to match his rhythm as much as you could, but it was becoming harder and harder as you felt your peak getting closer.

“Touch yourself, cyare. Need to feel you cum around my cock, wanna feel you drench me” he gasped, gritting his teeth as he began to loose his rhythm as his own release was cresting.

Your reached in between you, barely getting a couple of circles around your clit before you were clenching down around Hunter, vision going white as you shuddered and cried out. Your tightening, pulsating walls quickly threw Hunter over the edge, his hips stuttering for a few more thrust before he stilled, shooting his load into you.

After the aftershocks of your orgasm died down, you barely had enough strength to sit up slightly to look at him. “Gonna take your bandana off now” you mumbled, a few words slurring together as sleep called to you.

He hummed his consent and you carefully pulled it away, not wanting to over-sensitise him to the room around you after being in darkness for a while. He ran a hand over his eyes, blinking away the black spots that danced along his vision before finding your face in front of him. Hunter couldn’t help but grin, admiring the way your hair stuck to your temples and the way you looked all blissed out. The same expression was sure to be echoed on his own face, that he knew, but yours was more beautiful to look at.

“You okay?” you sighed, resting your head back on his chest and closing your eyes.

“More than okay, love. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard before” he grinned, running soothing hands up and down your back.

“Something we should do again?” you wondered, nuzzling your way into the crook of his neck and beginning to sink into him. You didn’t want to move, content to stay where you are.

“Oh definitely mesh’la. We can look into more stuff as well, explore what we like” Hunter confirmed, kissing the crown of your head. “How are you feeling?” he asked, hearing the way your breathing began to slow. He’d let you sleep soon, but he just needed to know you were okay as well.

“I think you broke me” you giggled, feeling exhaustion tug at your bones. Hunter had well and truly fucked you to your limit. Your body felt all loose and boneless and you couldn’t do much more than just lie against him.

“Your turn next!” he promised, holding you tight to him as you laughed into his neck. He couldn’t think of anything better than lying here with you in his arms, both satisfied and exhausted from your activities. Perhaps he would send a hamper to his brother and Phee, thanking them for their suggestion to his cyare.

#tbb hunter #hunter #sergeant hunter #hunter x reader #the bad batch #star wars #hunter tbb #star wars x reader #sargeant hunter x reader #clone force 99 #tcw #the clone wars #the clones #sw tcw #star wars tcw #star wars the clone wars #kinktober 2024

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九龍城寨之圍城 | Twilight of the Warriors: Walled In (2024)

I've rewatched this movie more than once, since seeing it in theatres back in August, and each time was just as good as the first if not better. Given that, I now have many thoughts so I'm subjecting y'all to listening to why you should watch it:

Twilight of the Warriors: Walled In (九龍城寨之圍城 or gau2 lung4 sing4 zaai6 zi1 wai4 sing4) is a martial arts action/crime film directed by Soi Cheang. It is an adaptation of the manhua City of Darkness by Andy Seto, and its source novel of the same name by Yuyi. The film's cast has established Hong Kong names folded in with newer-generation actors, starring Raymond Lam, Louis Koo, Sammo Hung, Richie Jen, Terrance Lau, Philip Ng, German Cheung, and Tony Wu (Aaron Kwok gets a cameo role, too).

At a broad glance, the movie follows several major triads in 1980s Hong Kong and their power struggle to control the Kowloon Walled City (a densely populated urban enclave, which for decades evaded direct governance by either the British colonial or Chinese powers in the area). We're introduced to the KWC and the triads' major players through the eyes of Chan Lok-Kwan (Raymond Lam), a man fleeing Vietnam and attempting to make a life for himself in HK. He winds up seeking refuge in the KWC, and comes to call both the city and the people he meets in it a home worth defending.

The narrative itself is not the most complex, but if you enjoy '80s Hong Kong films in these genres, it's solid fare and a harkening back to that decade. All the major themes like brotherhood (and brotherhood vs blood), vengeance, and struggle with conflicting loyalties are there, alongside an internal search for identity and belonging within Hong Kong. But the highlight in it is that the plot connects feast after feast of utterly stunning fight choreography, made all the more impressive by the fact that, according to Louis Koo, quite a few major cast members had never filmed this kind of action before. All their training was done just for TotW, and oh, does it pay off. I can't make good gifs, so you'll have to watch and see for yourself. It's not action for action's sake, either; listening to the head stunt choreographer discuss how different characters' fighting styles were crafted shows off how fight scenes aren't breaks in the story, they tell the story, and deepen our understanding of the characters.

The setting of the Kowloon Walled City truly makes the action in TotW stand out. It's a unique space to stage all these major fights, as the KWC's buildings at the time were packed together close enough to resemble a singular block from the outside. Once inside, it's a stacked, dark maze of uneven paths, stairs, and rickety roofs, with electrical and television cabling snaking over/around/through everything. Fight scenes in these streets feel thrillingly claustrophobic, with lots of acrobatics and near-dodges as characters navigate these tight alleys of the KWC. Each impact as a character goes flying into a wall, or is launched down a flight of stairs or onto a roof, is wonderfully visceral to watch.

All credit and hopefully awards are due to the production and set design teams for their work, in crafting this environment for the story and its fights. The visual/spatial representation of the KWC is the film's other glorious highlight, alongside the choreography. Whole streets of the KWC were recreated for this, filled with every mundane, period-accurate detail from the lives of ordinary people who would have lived there. It's impossible to catch all the intricacies put into making the KWC come to life again onscreen, just from watching the film. Shots like the credits sequence offer close-ups of harder-to-see details, and videos like a tour of the KWC set by Terrance Lau, acting as his character Shin, show off things from the drinks in the fridge at the corner store to the scribbled writing on the walls by the public taps. This film was designed with a drive to faithfully represent what the Kowloon Walled City had been like, how it looked when it was lived in, and they achieved it to an incredible degree.

That dedication extends to more than just the sets, though. The emotional core of TotW revolves around the KWC's inhabitants, and how they were the ones who made the city what it was, a home for about 35,000 people at a time. The film doesn't treat the KWC as just an eye-catching location to stage some fights; its characters might be fictional and overloaded with jianghu powers, but it goes out of its way to show how ordinary people might have lived, worked, and socialized within the historic city. It shows off why, despite its (not unwarranted) dark reputation, so many chose to live in a place that was once the densest urban center on the planet.

And this brings us to the acting, because the cast all do a very good job bringing their characters to life as the heart of the KWC. Louis Koo is fucking fantastic and arguably the scene stealer of the film as Cyclone, the triad leader in current charge of the KWC. He's grumpy, magnetic, and dangerous when he must be, but he also cares so very, very deeply about the inhabitants within his jurisdiction. Terrance Lau's Shin acts as his charismatic and capable right hand man, as well as protégé to Cyclone, befriending Chan Lok-Kwan and helping him become accustomed to life in the KWC. These two, along with the snarky Twelfth Master (Tony Wu) and the masked + imposing AV (German Cheung) become a quartet with great chemistry and friendship, the next generation to watch over and protect the Kowloon Walled City. Outside the KWC cast, antagonist figures like Sammo Hung, Philip Ng, and Richie Jen's characters are intimidating and compelling as threats to the city, and the lives people have etched out within its walls.

All of these things put together, and Twilight of the Warriors is a deeply fun, enjoyable, and rewatchable film (so good, in fact, that Hong Kong has submitted it as its nomination for the 2025 Oscars). The movie doesn't lose its emotional throughline in the promise of an action-packed ride it fully delivers on, and it uses its narrative, setting, and choreography to pay tribute to an earlier era of Hong Kong, as well as highlight + humanize a piece of the region's history that might not be quite as well known to some.

(The Kowloon Walled City was demolished and its inhabitants relocated in 1993. The area where it once stood is now a park, with some historic buildings preserved. If you're curious about people in the KWC before demolition, City Of Darkness: Life In Kowloon Walled City (1993) by Greg Girard and Ian Lambot is a collection of photographs and first-hand recountings from residents, recording their lives and stories. I'm in the midst of reading it right now.)

If anything I've said has piqued your interest whatsoever, I say to give Twilight of the Warriors a try, if you have a free two hours to spare. Something in it will be worth it for you. And if I've failed to convince you with any of this, or you need one more push, here's the trailer for the film:

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And if I did manage to actually get anyone to seek out this movie, please tell me! I'd love to know your thoughts.

#hi i am NOT NORMAL about this movie come listen to me ramble about it!#twilight of the warriors: walled in #九龍城寨之圍城 #ashton originals

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biocrafthero · 1 year ago

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Why Sunny’s Halloween costume is a mummy instead of a vampire

Okay strap in guys this is a long one

(Under a read more because I have lost my mind)

(Also for some stuff I’m using Wikipedia as a source this isn’t a professional essay or anything)

Something I have noticed with Omori fans is that, much like with other fandoms, people like to assign fun Halloween monsters to their favorite characters. For a character like Sunny, I have noticed that many people opt to make him a vampire, which is a choice that seems quite understandable. The idea of the modern vampire can be traced back to many different authors, the most popular one in the minds of most being Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which was published in 1897. Some of the visual and behavioral trademarks of a vampire has to do with things such as aversion to sunlight, pale skin, fangs, and the need to feast on the literal blood of others to stay alive. Vampires have always been considered undead, which aligns with their history throughout folklore; there were several instances where corpses were staked after being accused of vampirism.

Reading this, its easy to see why fans would assign a character like Sunny to the idea of vampires based on all of the common traits of vampirism. However, while I do enjoy AUs and such of a vampiric Sunny, I disagree with this common interpretation and instead propose the idea of Sunny being associated with a different kind of undead monster: the zombie.

(“But Kaun, didn’t you say in the title of this post that Sunny is associated with mummies?” Yes, but we’ll get there.)

The origin of the zombie can be traced back to several different sources throughout the world, the most well-known one being Haitian folklore during the 19th century. Regarding modern depictions, popularized by the film Night of the Living Dead, zombies tend to be slow, rotting, human undead (while it must be noted that undead animals isn’t particularly uncommon either). Much like vampires, zombies need to consume humans to survive, but the difference is that, while vampires only need blood in most depictions, zombies tend to eat all parts of the body. The idea of the brain being the specific target is something that’s only come up within the last fifty years throughout pop culture; adding to these newer additions, it was only within the last twenty or thirty years that the idea of the running zombie was introduced and subsequently popularized.

So what does any of this have to do with Sunny?

Well, thought Omori, we are shown clear evidence of why the idea of the zombie resonates with his character. The most obvious example is with Hellsunny, who can be found throughout the entire truth sequence, in some parts of Black Space, and in a very particular cutscene in the Hikikomori Route.

Now, while its easy for us to assume things from the POV of Sunny himself, sometimes its important to take into account the intent of the creator in order to interpret things such as this. So, once again, why a zombie?

Well, the choice of the zombie is quite obvious to me: the fact it is commonly referred to as the living dead. Now what does this allude to regarding Sunny? It most likely correlates with his emotions in the wake of Mari’s death, especially considering he’s the one who killed her in the first place. It is commonly said by people who have experienced the loss of a loved one feel as if they’re just drifting through life after their passing, and the same can definitely be said for Sunny. At the time the real world sections of the game take place, its been four whole years since the incident had occurred, and Sunny has both figuratively and literally wasted away in his own home. Characters comment on how he seems very skinny and/or frail, and how he clearly hasn’t been taking care of himself. In a way, its like a part of him died alongside Mari.

This is where we get to what some would consider to be an extension of the zombie archetype: the mummy.

Regarding its depiction in horror since the history of real mummies is an entirely separate conversation, the modern depiction of the (male) mummy can be found dating back to the 1932 film The Mummy. While most historical, real life mummies had their organs removed before burial, the mummy from the film (named Imhotep) was deduced to have been buried alive after it is discovered that its organs had not been removed at all. Now while the rest of the film’s plot isn’t quite as relevant to our analysis, I believe these details are important to note. The idea of the mummy being something sealed away, only later to be awoken again as some kind of living dead, is very interesting considering the parts of Omori that make this comparison to Sunny. The allusions to the idea of Sunny’s own home being some kind of coffin or tomb adds to these ideas.

This is why I think the vampire comparisons simply do not fit. The idea of the vampire inherently implies that the afflicted needs to take something from others in order to survive, and while the same can be said about zombies it must be noted that within recent years the idea of a kind zombie has been slowly making itself known. Additionally with mummies, aside from the blatantly orientalist bullshit regarding its history in pop culture, don’t tend to be depicted with having to consume any physical part of the human body (but physical violence in general is still on the table for them. They tend to be depicted as more on the level of vampires in terms of their intelligence).

In contrast, the living dead (referring to both zombies and mummies) tend to be much more passive. Most don't go out of their way completely to hunt humans, only hunting if one crosses their path—mummies even more so, with them not even needing human flesh to maintain themselves. When not hunting, these monsters tend to just... exist, not doing much of anything at all. They don't expend energy on actively looking for what they need to survive, instead opting for what they need to find them, wasting away all the while. And the thing is with zombies: they rot. They decay, bound by more realistic things than mummies are (which tend to be sustained my more magical elements in pop culture).

While the idea of having to actively go out and hurt others to sustain yourself is very interesting, when specifically regarding Omori’s canon, it doesn’t quite fit in line with Sunny’s character and his arc. In contrast, him neglecting his own needs and wasting away is more in-line with all of that, which is why he’s more commonly depicted as being a zombie or a mummy by official material.

I know this post is extremely long-winded, but I think this kind of analysis is very fun. Additionally, you don’t have to take my word as gospel, either. I enjoy AUs where Sunny is a vampire, since he’s in a position where he has to violate his own morals in order to sustain himself. I think it acts as a very interesting way to deconstruct his character, and to push him to his limits (including the brink of death if he refuses to hunt).

#rambles #omori #omori sunny #Omori analysis #I have clearly lost my mind and need to be sent to the nearest mental facility at once

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egg-emperor · 3 months ago

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Do you think eggy would take long naps after gorging himself on the finest food, almost like how a real bear goes into hibernation after eating lots of food?

Yes absolutely, with the way he eats, you'd think he was genuinely preparing for winter hibernation, he makes sure his gut his well supplied for all the hard work his mind and body does, it needs the energy and care! It's an example of his love for himself, believing he should always be very well fed. And in the cookbook he says he eats to maintain his signature feared figure so he makes sure to keep living up to his name! It feels right when it's full of all the finest food and rounded out nicely to emphasize his glorious shape 💜

He really knows how to dine like the emperor he knows he's meant to be, the cookbook had just a few examples of all the delicious food. He's happiest when he eats grand feasts where everything is lay out before him like his personal buffet table all for one man, or multiple courses of a big meal and he'll gorge happily to his heart's content. Such big warm meals of rich delicious filling food are very comforting and results in one of the times he's the most relaxed and content that his constantly energetic or angry self can be XD

This official LINE sticker is the exact visual of how he looks when he's done, kicking back rubbing his full content gut, picking at his teeth with a toothpick, grinning proudly for finishing all of the stack of plates 💘

If he doesn't unpin the front flaps of his jacket from his bodysuit, the buttons will pop off like this! And if he does and the buttons remain intact, he won't be able to pin them back down for a while after hehe

Naturally, having lots of warm rich food sitting heavy in his gut makes him very sleepy and while he's very hard working and very busy and will sometimes postpone sleep to prioritize it, he can still enjoy his naps, so he doesn't fight it when he feels he's got the time. It's most common to take place after his lunch because a mid-day early afternoon nap is the perfect little break that separates all the hard work he does in the morning from the evening, so he can recharge his energy ready for the late night work ahead.

He always enjoys taking his full tummy somewhere nice and comfortable for a nap. He'll waddle to bed carefully or if sleepiness hits strong and the heaviness discourages him from getting up, he'll slip into a food coma there and then. His gut working hard to process and digest can wear him out! And a full belly makes him feel so cozy, he can't resist. If someone is there to give him belly rubs to support and comfort it'll send him off even faster, it's so pleasant and soothing that it lulls him to sleep in no time 🥰

Orbot and Cubot try to advise against the naps he takes immediately after his biggest feasts because none of those calories are getting burned and they want him to somewhat watch his weight but he'll just groan and roll his eyes like "Oh blah blah shut up, this is my me time, I deserve this! And such a powerful genius brain like mine burns calories enough at all times, no matter if I'm awake or asleep!" And they know there's no arguing with their boss so they quickly let him win but can at least say they warned him.

He doesn't care though, nothing ruins the delight of his experience! He loves the cozy bliss of laying back with a full tummy and peacefully drifting off. He'll fall into the deepest slumber like he really is going into hibernation after supplying his gut with all the good food he needed. He can be seen with his hands clasped over his full gut, head tilted back with his jaw hanging open and drooling, and the loudest snores over the gurgles of his digestion. It's a rare adorable vulnerable sight from him 💕

His naps are very important and all his creations must let them happen in peace, otherwise he'll wake up one very angry grizzly bear! It's actually very difficult to make him stir when he's in a sleep so deep unless it's the blaring alarms of his bases when there's an emergency but you can count on the likes of Orbot and Cubot to fuck up so bad that they still manage to disturb him sometimes lol. But if he successfully makes it the whole nap without interruptions, he'll awaken in a very pleasant mood!

So yes, a grizzly bear of a man like him is sure to eat and hibernate just like one too! 🥚🐻🧸

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niuniente · 5 months ago

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Miss Lina is very pretty and definitely makes me wish i could hug her like Alrick did. At least he was there. She didn't take Miss Kizzie place in my heart but she is definitely trying for it. 🤣 When she and Alrick first had their interaction and we didn't know her whole situation yet It definitely came to my mind that even if she was a bitch I had liked her and probably would still like her anyway. Maybe i just felt there was more to her and to the situation she was in. I always try to let first impressions be only that. Impressions. And not my whole assessment of a person. I'd also like to comment on the glove bit. I once read that when storytelling, specially if your medium is a visual one, a focus on things/objects should always payoff at some point. Seeing Alrick putting on the gloves strongly called to me. Not only i really like that scene visually (i don't know why but i have a thing with scenes of garments being put on. i find then incredibly attractive and intimate, more so than taking it off sometimes.) but it really caught my attention. It was interesting and gratifying to see it pay off, even though it was in a terrifying manor. Alrick's fear and despair was also wonderfully represented. (not that i enjoy him feeling like that, i just think it was masterfully communicated.) I'm glad Miss Lina is having the change to live her best life! Also love the way you touch some less than pleasant matters too. it doesn't feel like forced drama nor do you romanticize or soften it. It feels like a fact, a reality. Thank you for the DHD series i rejoice the day i found it!

Thank you for your very thoughtful comment! <3 I will cherish it in my heart.

Lina as same kind of classy sense as Kizzie does, only more modern perspective so I see where you're coming from :D I could sense and notice the same as I was drawing her, and at times I worried I'm just drawing Kizzie with a slightly different hairdo. I'm glad everyone as taken Lina as her own character.

My approach to every single story is knowing that what I'm drawing is someone's reality. It is a fact and it needs a humane approach to it. No censoring, no underlining. Sure, drama, shocking approaches, feasting on the dark side of humanity, and romanticizing suffering is a thing and it does have it place in story telling, but that's not what DHD is. Humanity, compassion and empathy are Death-Head's Deal's driving forced.

Alrick always needs to operate from the place of unconditional love without discrimination for those in need, hurt, confused or sad. I can stress enough that I always keep Ken Kitano (Sun-Ken Rock) in my mind. What would Ken do, as a mafia boss with unlimited resources and freedom? Alrick will do it, too.

#ask niu #DHD

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ohmenai · 9 months ago

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Red Play on the Carpet

Red has always seemed like a cool color to me, especially on a pair of sports pants so tight they fit like a glove.

There was Marcos, a Latin stud I could spend all day with without getting tired, sitting on the carpet of his room, in those pants that could barely contain his huge hose, an image that you can't easily forget.

His short hair, that mustache and beard perfectly defined, and those hairy armpits called to be sniffed, to be savored with the intensity of the moment. The pubic hair generously stretched up to his navel, like the perfect playground for fingers, while his pink bud poked out brazen and tempting, erect and veiny, promising inscrutable pleasures. Any pair of knees would tremble before the stiffness of such a pole, polished by nature for enjoyment and sin. His hands rested languidly behind his head, suggesting an invitation or perhaps a challenge.

His gaze said nothing and everything at the same time, that confidence of someone who doesn't need to speak to communicate 'here I am, and this is what you're looking for'. Damn, how I wished the session would end so I could put the camera aside, because with Marcos, the only important thing was body to body, and my body was more than ready.

'Relax, Marcos,' I said, but his dick did not understand breaks; it was harder than rock, ready for the feast. I kneeled down in front of him and took a picture, his dick was a work of art made flesh. In that moment, I understood that my passion for men, art, and photography had never been so ignited. From behind the camera, I watched as he slowly jerked off, enjoying every caress to his cock. That veiny cock had a life of its own, it stood firm, as if challenging the camera, screaming to be devoured. I couldn't help it, I felt my own dick getting hard, it was as if it had a magnet, and my pants started to feel the pressure.

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stalkiwi · 1 year ago

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So about this Canto V... (Spoilers)

I rather say it straight, my review is quite negative, so if you loved Canto V, you should ignore this. I don't like to put bad vibes in the main tag, but I wanted to give my opinion on this Canto.

This Canto was... Disappointing. I love Ishmael, I love Moby Dick, I truly do, and I had high expectations. Especially because, I know Project Moon is good at making us feel things, so I was confident with this Canto. I was confident it would be as good as the last one. But... There are things.

I'm not going to talk much about the CG or character designs. I will be honest, the new characters designs were really mid, Queequeg and Ahab were the two to stand out, and yet, even so, I did not saw them very great. Yet god knows I love evil old women and butch she/her himbo. I feel sad that Nai_Ga had to, well, literally carry the entire visuals of the Canto, did every background, every character, every CG. I hope he's paid tripple for his work. But also it felt like rushed, naturally, when you're the only artist working on a whole game's chapter, there's high chances that it will look low quality. But at the same time, since VellMori left the crew, I can't say much. I really, really hope they can find new artists. I love your art style, Nai_Ga, but dear god we need to discuss how you draw muscled arms.

ANYWAY, now into the real subject; what really disappointed me in this chapter. The feels.

I AM going to compare it a lot to Canto IV, naturally. It was the previous Canto, so it's hard to not compare them, especially with how good Canto IV was. It's like eating a very dull and mid dessert after an absolute banger of a feast.

The characters were not attaching. At all.

Let's talk about Ahab first, the main antagonist. She's... Well, a very fucked up old lady. She's senile and obsessed by her revenge. Which, well, makes sense! But it gives no sympathy whatsoever to the character. Comparing to Dongrang, the antagonist of the previous Canto, she was not a grey antagonist. She was all black. All evil. Which is BAD when Project Moon has been serving us really morally grey characters before. She's obssessed, she's ready to throw her crewmates to death for her own desires, she just wants to kill that Damned Whale. And this was so, so bad when at the end, Ishmael spares Ahab. WHY would you spare this absolutely madlad. Sure, Ishmael doesn't want to be like her, but Ahab had absolutely no reason to be left alive. She will just be more evil, AND join the evil people gang to be even MORE evil. That's fucked up. Yes, Kromer was also some unhinged feral woman, but she fought for something and was not just evil, but smart. She was scary BECAUSE she was smart. Ahab, at first she was shown as charismatic, that she can manipulate... But she quickly, way too quickly fell into "just some senile old woman." Starbuck and Queequeg followed her because she was the reason they were still alive, she was their lighthouse. But at the end of the dungeon, even after she shouted with absolutely no shame that she's ready to kill her crew, after Queequeg discovered with horrors that she sacrified everyone to make her way to the heart, she... Still joins Ahab? Without, even a second thought? Queequeg, you KNEW Ahab had not a single care for you, that she was ready to use your body for the steps that would lead her to her ambition. WHY, you followed her, and DIED for her till the end.

And Queequeg is my next point. She could, she SHOULD have been a character I enjoy a lot, but instead I felt neutral about her. A character we can associate to her in the previous Canto is Dongbaek. And now, we get a hint; all the Pequod crew was introducted way too late. They got introduced at the start of the Dungeon, and all died at the end of the Dungeon. Compared to Kromer, to Dongrang and Dongbaek who were introduced way before. We saw the memories of Sinclair and Yi Sang with them, we saw the interactions, the good moments, and that's how we got attached to them. Unfortunately, for the Pequod's crew, from the start of Canto V to the start of the Dungeon, we got absolutely nothing. Just their names mentioned. We should have got flashbacks. We barely saw Ishmael interact with Pip or Starbuck, and even her interactions with Queequeg, they were sure, adorable and heartwarming, but I could not feel the attachment between them that much as I was able to feel it between Yi Sang and Dongbaek. Dongbaek gave us an amazing boss fight, despite being not the final boss (Queequeg had a boss fight too, but! Too bad! It was just some random looking fight.), she gave us amazing memories of her and Yi Sang, and she died a heartbreaking death.

Queequeg, not only you had to guess that she was dead because at no moment it was showed, but all she got is around five lines of dialogues, Ishmael's crying sprite, "oh no!, anyway. that whale's not going to die alone."

Then we got Pip, Starbuck, and Stubb. Who? They appeared, they had a bit of dialogues, then they disappeared. Reduced to atoms.

This is really sad, because Project Moon always had a talent to make us attached to characters, then once they were growing into our hearts, kill them. I mostly think about Xiao, about Yan, we saw those characters evolve throught the story of Library of Ruina, we followed them, we saw their struggles, we saw their feelings, we fought them, the music playing behind broke our hearts, and we killed them. It was painful, it was hard, and even after they're gone, we will still think about them. We will read their books and discover even more. The promise Xiao and Lowell made that she broke after his death, how Yan had been chosen as a messenger just after he tried to take his own life away.

Queequeg, Ahab, and the rest of the Pequod's Crew are forgettable. And this is AWFUL for a Project Moon game.

And Ishmael's evolution... The conclusion felt, quite random. A few time I felt bad for her during the Canto, and it was good! But at the end, it felt rushed. She dropped a "my friends are Limbus Company now" randomly. She did not even interacted with anyone during the Dungeon. All the Sinners were just looking from far away like "go white girl go". She could have teamed up with them, she could have created bounds with them. All we got is Heathcliff saving her to make the Ishheath fans scream because Ishmael is a dark skinned himbo magnet.

I hope at least, Ishmael will play a really good part in Heathcliff's evolution in his Canto, the next one, but that's disappointing that during Ishmael's, it wasn't much. She could have got closer to Outis during the final fight, since both were already working as a team on the boat before, she could have got closer to Rodion, who helped her, or maybe Don! It's sad she was just, here, alone, against Ahab. It broke the whole purpose of "finding her new self", and she seemed that she came to this conclusion randomly.

So yup. Big disappointment. I probably set the bar of my expectations too high, maybe, but I'm not the only one sharing this, as I discuted it with some people before. I can complain about other points, like how Moby Dick just appeared for one scene, that Queequeg's death was absolutely useless to the story, or the lack of new abnormalities. But I'm being annoying.

Mili's song was fire tho, as always

#limbus company #project moon #ranting #long post #anyway love yall #im not really much into PM stuff anymore #and I was expecting to come back to it with this new chapter #but well lol #lmao even #guess ill sleep until Don's chapter #make it extra silly please #also the review isnt that big or developed im sorry #i dont feel like analysing everything again #i didnt roll middle don im PISSED #the battle against Ricardo was more memorable than Queequeg's battle send tweet #as I said to a friend #“it felt more like a moby dick fanfic with yuri than a project moon story”

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Inotan Fanfic: Honeymoon Heat in the Alley

Synopsis: On their honeymoon in Kyoto, the summer festival's chaos overwhelms Inosuke. Tanjirou takes him to a secluded alley for a calming embrace. What starts as a kiss quickly ignites Inosuke's passion. Despite the risk and inappropriate setting, Tanjirou finds himself giving in to Inosuke's desires.

(aka Inosuke and Tanjirou indulging in a fiery tryst against a gritty alley wall.)

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Secondary Pairing: ZenNezu (Zenitsu x Nezuko)

Setting: Canon AU, 4-5 years after the main story ends

Wordcount: ~5000 words

Status: Complete One-shot.

This story takes place a few years after the events of the main series, with Inosuke and Tanjirou being 20 years old in this fic. As part of the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom, it was originally intended to come after a fic about their first time together and another about their wedding. But I ended up finishing this one first, and couldn’t wait months to post it, so I decided to post it out of order! Rest assured, the other stories are still planned, and you can still enjoy this as a standalone fic.

Warning: This story takes a more mature and intense direction from my usual work. It contains graphic descriptions of sex and explores the complexities of intimacy, including arousal, fear, thrills and vulnerability, that arise from having sex in a semi-public setting. If you have been following this series but feel uncomfortable reading works with sexual content, please know that you can skip this story without missing anything.

By the way, if you'd like a little help visualizing an older Inosuke and Tanjirou, this fanart depicts them with a more mature look than in canon.

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The crimson glow of sunset painted the Gion district in a warm embrace as Tanjirou and Inosuke strolled hand-in-hand, the vibrant energy of Kyoto pulsating around them. Their honeymoon, a long-awaited reward after months of wedding planning pandemonium, had finally arrived. Stepping away from the familiar warmth of the Wisteria Garden, the newlyweds ventured into the heart of a thriving summer festival.

Clad in festive yukata, freshly rented from their inn, they presented a contrasting picture. Tanjirou wore his with a touch of simple elegance, the fabric flowing smoothly around his frame. As usual, Inosuke preferred to go shirtless. His yukata sleeves draped over his fluffy deer fur belt, which he'd insisted on layering over the obi belt, earning a disapproving look from the innkeeper.

The air crackled with excitement as the chaos of the celebration washed over them – a joyous cacophony of music and laughter. Food stalls overflowed with tantalising aromas, a dazzling array of colours promising a feast for the eyes and the stomach.

Tanjirou's eyes sparkled with excitement. They'd had a blast playing games earlier, winning a bounty of toys for Nezuko back home. Now, his gaze flitted from skewered yakitori to fluffy takoyaki with the enthusiasm of a child in a candy store. He excitedly explained each dish to Inosuke, both of them digging into their chosen treats with contented murmurs. Every now and then, Tanjirou held out a piece of his takoyaki, a glint of adoration in his eyes. Inosuke happily took a bite, the shared treat bringing a blush to their cheeks and a grin to their lips.

They would erupt in shared laughter over some of the more outlandish offerings that they couldn’t understand, lamenting the absence of their resident city boy Zenitsu, who was back home with Nezuko, managing the Wisteria Garden, having gone for their own honeymoon prior.

"I'm definitely not eating that," Tanjirou winced at a mountain of vibrantly green shaved ice topped with a dollop of what smelt like wasabi, "but I do wonder if Zenitsu's ever had it."

"Had it?" Inosuke scoffed. "Bet he fainted just looking at it! Imagine the tears and whines if he actually ate it!"

And they both burst into laughter together.

"Huh? What's going on over there?" Inosuke said, his attention snagged by a sudden flurry of movement on the stage. He wrapped a protective arm around Tanjirou’s shoulder, steering him closer to the stage. A booming taiko performance pulsed through the air.

Initially, Inosuke mirrored Tanjirou's infectious enthusiasm. His boisterous laughter echoed over the festival's din, a playful counterpoint to the rhythmic thunder of the drums. But as the crowd around them began to swell, a subtle shift occurred. His bright eyes, usually alight with excitement, darted nervously around the ever-tightening throng. The hand on Tanjirou’s shoulder, at first relaxed, tightened into a white-knuckled grip. Reaching out with his other hand, he grasped Tanjirou's yukata sleeve.

Tanjirou recognized the telltale signs of his lover's growing unease. With a gentle tug, he steered Inosuke away from the teeming heart of the festival, weaving through the throngs of people until they found a quiet refuge in a dimly lit alley. Here, the clamour of the festival was a muffled echo, replaced by the comforting hum of the city at night.

Inosuke, when overwhelmed, often craved a release of a different kind. Usually, it was a frenetic dash through the woods, a chance to channel his excess energy and clear his head. But here, with Tanjirou by his side, the intensity he sought wasn't a physical one. At least, not in that sense.

Tanjirou gently wrapped his arms around Inosuke, pulling him into a warm embrace. Inosuke, initially tense, melted into comforting hold. Tanjirou's hand moved to stroke Inosuke's back in a slow, soothing rhythm. The rapid rise and fall of Inosuke's chest gradually calmed, his breaths becoming deeper and more even.

The world around them seemed to fade away as Tanjirou focused on the steady beat of his own heart against his chest. In that quiet space, a warmth bloomed within Inosuke, a shift Tanjirou sensed more than saw. He lifted his head, his gaze locking with Inosuke's. A flicker of something new sparked in Inosuke's eyes – a mix of desire and a question unspoken. He leaned in, his breath hot and inviting against Tanjirou's lips.

A flicker of concern crossed Tanjirou's face. "Here?" he murmured, a tremor of uncertainty in his voice. "Someone might see us."

Inosuke's eyes held a simmering intensity now. He cupped Tanjirou's face, his grip firm yet gentle. "They won’t," he declared.

Before another objection could escape Tanjirou's lips, Inosuke pulled him close, pressing him against the rough brick wall. Their lips met in a kiss that was both familiar and exhilarating. Tanjirou's initial surprise dissolved into a smile. A little kissing wouldn’t hurt, he supposed. He leaned into the kiss, their lips moving in a familiar dance fueled by a quiet wanting that had blossomed throughout the night.

Inosuke's kiss deepened, his touch lingering on Tanjirou's lips in a way that sent a delicious shiver down his core. But the urgency in Inosuke's movements shifted. His hands, once content to caress Tanjirou's face, began to roam with a newfound purpose. One hand slipped possessively around Tanjirou's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. The other, with a swiftness that startled Tanjirou, reached behind his knee. A forceful tug sent the fabric of his yukata bunching upwards. The familiar weight of the garment lessened, a cool draft replacing its warmth against his legs.

Tanjirou gasped in surprise. "Whoa there, Inosuke," he chuckled, interpreting Inosuke's sudden manoeuvre as mere clumsiness. "Maybe slow down a little? We don't want to get tangled up in my clothes, do we?"

The hungry glint in Inosuke's eyes, however, didn't falter. Instead, it intensified with a flicker of something possessive. Before Tanjirou could fully register the shift, Inosuke's hand, still tangled with the loosened yukata fabric, snagged on the sash for a moment. With a frustrated snort, he abandoned the sash altogether and shoved the yukata upwards with a rough push. The fabric, bunched up further, exposing a significant stretch of Tanjirou's legs.

Tanjirou's mind lurched to a halt. The playful banter died on his lips, replaced by a blush that crept up his neck. His eyes widened as understanding dawned on him, slow and disbelieving at first.

A thrill lanced through him as Inosuke's hand grazed the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, sparking in him a confusing mix of shock and a burgeoning awareness. But the playful touch quickly escalated. Tanjirou let out a sharp gasp as Inosuke's hand ventured far beyond a stray caress. A searing heat flared where it slipped past his underwear, igniting a spark deep within him. A strangled cry escaped his lips as Inosuke's fingers delved deeper.

"I... Inosuke?" he stammered. The question hung heavy in the air, a formality both unnecessary and slightly comical under the circumstances. Tanjirou's keen sense of smell had already picked up on the raw hunger radiating from his husband. Inosuke, it seemed, was far past the point of discussion.

"Inosuke," he stammered, urgency lacing his words, "not here… we need to get back to the inn... somewhere private..."

He fumbled with his yukata, trying to pull it back down, but Inosuke snatched the fabric with a firm grip, preventing him from doing so.

Inosuke's fiery gaze held Tanjirou captive. "Later's out of the question," he growled. "I want you now."

A sharp breath hitched in Tanjirou's chest as Inosuke's hand continued its relentless exploration. "Inosuke, stop!" he pleaded, pushing weakly against the insistent touch that delved deeper. "This is a public place..."

Inosuke scoffed. "There's no one here, already checked with my spatial awareness."

"But... someone could come along later..."

Inosuke's response was a guttural grunt, his movements growing more urgent with each passing moment. "So what?" he challenged, his eyes blazing with a hunger that left no room for argument. Tanjirou couldn't help but wonder if Inosuke even considered the consequences.

"You know I won't stop once I start," Inosuke declared, his voice thick with raw desire. "Like the wild boar I am."

But of course. Tanjirou had witnessed this wild boar side of Inosuke countless times before – a relentless force when his desires took hold. He felt a tremor course through him, a mix of apprehension and a forbidden thrill.

Recognising that resistance was futile, a reckless decision bloomed in Tanjirou's mind. "Alright, Inosuke," he gritted out. "I'll do what you want. But we have to be quick about it."

Inosuke, caught off guard by the sudden surrender, loosened his grip for a fleeting moment. Tanjirou seized the opportunity, pulling away and quickly adjusting his dishevelled yukata. A wave of relief washed over him as he regained a sense of modesty, even if it was only temporary.

"Clothes must stay on.” Tanjirou continued, voice regaining some firmness. “In case someone walks in on us, we can make a quick escape. But don’t stain anything. We still have to return these yukata to the inn…”

Inosuke bristled. "Seems like a lot to remember." Impatience flickered in his eyes.

Tanjirou met his gaze, a spark of defiance igniting within him. "Then pay attention. Do you still want this or not?" he snapped back.

Inosuke huffed in concession. "Fine, fine. Anything else?"

"And," he blurted out, voice dropping to a nervous whisper, "you mustn't come inside me."

The thought of returning to their inn after this, carrying the weight of Inosuke's release within him, sent a blush scorching across Tanjirou's face. His brain conjured a mental image of a literal walk of shame.

Inosuke's brow furrowed in confusion. "Huh? But why? I always do."

The blush on Tanjirou's face deepened to a crimson. "I-It's not that I don't want it," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "It's just... the walk back... I wouldn't be able to hold it in, and it would leak out. It would be... embarrassing.”

Tanjirou wondered if Inosuke would empathise, considering that he never had to experience it himself. Fortunately, Inosuke seemed to pick up on Tanjirou’s distress and did not press further, merely saying, “Oh. So where, then?”

Good question. Panic surged through Tanjirou again as he considered his limited options. Certainly not here, in this grimy alley. His mind raced, picturing the horrified expression of the poor cleaner who might stumble upon their indiscretion. Besides, if someone had witnessed them enter the alley, any physical evidence would be a damning confirmation. He needed a solution, fast.

"In... in my mouth," he blurted out, his face flaming. "When you feel yourself getting close, pull out and…" Shame choked the rest of the instructions.

Inosuke's initial surprise gave way to understanding. He gave a sharp nod, tightening his grip on Tanjirou as a silent promise.

A wave of relief washed over Tanjirou, laced with a thrill of forbidden anticipation. His fingers trembled slightly as he loosened his obi, allowing the yukata to hang more loosely around his legs. With typical disregard, Inosuke undid and tossed his own fur belt and obi aside. They landed with a soft thud on their bag of festival trinkets, leaving his yukata to slip down and pool around his ankles.

"I said clothes must stay on!" Tanjirou hissed, catching his yukata. He tugged it over Inosuke’s shoulders, urging him to slip his arms through the sleeves. Inosuke grumbled his disapproval of the constricting garment as it was forced over his broad chest. The yukata gaped open in the front without the belt to secure it. Fabric rustled as they shed their undergarments.

Tanjirou peeled back his own yukata with deliberate care, exposing only what was necessary for Inosuke's access. Shame burned in his throat. This wasn't their idyllic summer festival date as he'd imagined, but with the raw desire radiating from Inosuke, Tanjirou felt powerless to resist.

He was secretly thankful for his decision to wear a dark-colored yukata. It could, with careful manipulation, conceal the evidence of their encounter. A damp patch, barely noticeable under the cover of night, would be the only trace of their stolen intimacy. This hidden secret, a memory tucked away in the folds of the starlit night, was theirs alone.

Of course, he wouldn't dream of returning the soiled yukata to the inn. The thought of some unsuspecting customer receiving the stained garment was not only inconsiderate but downright disrespectful. He wouldn't be a party to such an unfortunate situation. No, after they were finished, he'd discreetly purchase the yukata from the innkeeper. It was a small price to pay for their discreet indulgence.

Inosuke wasted no time. His fingers plunged between Tanjirou's legs, urgent and demanding. Tanjirou's back arched against the brick wall, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips. They had already indulged in passionate lovemaking back at their inn, eliminating the need for lengthy foreplay. The single thought that echoed in Tanjirou's mind was clear: quick, quick, quick.

As Inosuke's skilled touch continued, waves of anxiety and raw arousal crashed over Tanjirou. He squeezed his eyes shut, a strangled whimper slipping past his lips despite his attempts to stay silent. Pleasure surged with each deliberate touch, threatening to consume him entirely. Then, with a swift and powerful thrust, Inosuke pressed into him, their bodies melding together in a scorching union.

Tanjirou instinctively wrapped his arms around Inosuke's neck, seeking comfort and a semblance of control. His forehead found solace in the crook of Inosuke's shoulder, muffling his whimper. Inosuke shifted, one hand braced against the wall for support, while the other found its place on the small of Tanjirou's back.

Inosuke's thrusts, though forceful and purposeful, were restricted by their close proximity. Each withdrawal felt tantalizingly brief, teasing and intensifying the burning desire that consumed them both.

"Damn," Inosuke growled, frustration and raw need lacing his voice. He pressed his hips harder against Tanjirou's, grinding their lower bodies together in a way that sent waves of exquisite pleasure coursing through them. He dipped his head, nipping at Tanjirou's exposed neck with a roughness that ignited a line of fire across his skin.

A primal thrill surged through Tanjirou, sharp and raw. Ragged gasps, hot against Inosuke's neck, punctuated each thrust. Despite his efforts to remain silent, strangled moans escaped his lips. Being taken like this, in the dark and public alleyway, added a forbidden edge to their pleasure. Yet, a sliver of worry snaked through his arousal, the muffled sounds of the city outside serving as a constant reminder of their vulnerability.

His usually keen sense of smell was useless here, drowned out by the musk of Inosuke's arousal and the intoxicating scent of their illicit lovemaking. If anyone were to enter the alleyway, he wouldn't even smell them coming. Panic gnawed at him with every distant rustle, every flicker of light. They needed to finish. Now.

With a surge of nervous energy, Tanjirou arched his back and lifted one leg, wrapping it high around Inosuke's hip.

"Hurry, Inosuke!" Tanjirou yelped, a plea laced with desperation. "Someone might be coming!"

Inosuke's grunt of approval was followed by a firm grip beneath Tanjirou’s thigh. With a swift movement, Inosuke hoisted Tanjirou’s thigh even higher, and Tanjirou found himself exposed in a way he hadn't anticipated. A jolt of heat shot through him, leaving him breathless.

The new position was a revelation. With one leg slung high, Inosuke could plunge deeper than before. Tanjirou’s body, tense with anxiety, arched involuntarily against the intrusion, a gasp muffled by Inosuke's shoulder. Each thrust, rough, deliberate, and shockingly deep, sent a jolt of unexpected pleasure through him.

Whimpers escaped Tanjirou’s lips with every intrusion. He wanted this to end, the fear of discovery gnawing at his gut. Yet, with each agonising moment, the pleasure intensified.

Tanjirou dug his fingers into Inosuke's hair, the soft strands a fleeting comfort against the storm raging within him. He yearned to scream, to surrender to the pleasure, but terror of being heard, being discovered, held him captive. A strangled moan ripped from his throat, a sound teetering between pain and ecstasy.

"Inosuke, slower," he choked out, his voice a raw blend of pleasure and desperation.

"Hurry is what you said," Inosuke growled, his voice ragged with his own rising desire. He complied slightly, but his thrusts continued deeply, sending shivers of ecstasy dancing down Tanjirou’s spine.

"Almost there," Inosuke barked, a triumphant edge clawing into his voice. He surged into Tanjirou with a forceful thrust, deeper and more demanding. Tanjirou's body convulsed, a strangled cry erupting from his throat. The pleasure was a tightrope walk, a thrilling dance on a razor's edge. He clung to Inosuke, his body trembling from the intensity.

Just as Tanjirou felt himself teetering on the precipice, a drunken laugh echoed through the alleyway, sending a surge of paralyzing dread through him.

"Inosuke! People!" Tanjirou choked out, his voice a strangled whisper. "Stop! Pull out, now!"

"Not yet!" Inosuke snarled, his defiance a stark contrast to Tanjirou's blinding panic. The unexpected resistance left Tanjirou momentarily stunned, unsure of how to proceed.

Five drunken figures stumbled into the alleyway, their laughter echoing off the brick walls. The stench of sake hung heavy in the air. Maybe, just maybe, they would pass without noticing them.

A desperate plan sparked in Tanjirou's mind. "Don't move," he hissed, yanking Inosuke closer. He lunged forward, his kiss urgent, a silent plea for cooperation veiled by a sudden surge of passion. In the dim light, they might pass for a lovesick couple lost in a drunken embrace. It was a desperate gamble, a last-ditch effort to cloak the truth simmering beneath their clothing.

For a glorious, heart-stopping moment, it seemed to work. Inosuke, momentarily distracted by the unexpected kiss, faltered. His thrusts slowed, and he leaned into the kiss, passionate and eager.

Just as Tanjirou dared to breathe a sigh of relief, a new wave of panic surged through him. Inosuke, ever unpredictable, deepened the kiss with renewed fervour. His tongue explored Tanjirou's mouth with a newfound intensity, demanding and bold. This wasn't just a distraction anymore. It was a spark that had ignited a fire.

The shift in Inosuke's body sent a tremor through Tanjirou. The thrusts that had faltered earlier returned, this time with a renewed intensity that mirrored the deepening kiss.

The boisterous laughter of the approaching group grew louder, bouncing off the brick walls with cruel mockery. Their drunken voices, once a distant hum, were now mere feet away. A fresh wave of blinding panic slammed into Tanjirou. His body, caught between intense pleasure and a heightened arousal, became a battleground. Each of Inosuke's movements sent a jolt through him, a strange mix of unwanted arousal and escalating fear. He felt the telltale tension building in Inosuke's thrusts, a tightening coil that mirrored the grip of fear squeezing his heart.

A sudden memory jolted him – his request to Inosuke earlier, would Inosuke forget about it?

"Inosuke, hold back, please," he whimpered. "Don’t… Not inside..."

"Then do I pull out now?!" Inosuke’s voice was a rough rasp against Tanjirou's ear.

"N…no!" Tanjirou choked out. "Wait..." But even as the plea escaped his lips, he knew it was a flimsy dam against the rising tide of Inosuke's urgency.

"Can't wait!" Inosuke hissed, frustration crackling in his voice like a dying fire. Tanjirou clenched his teeth, a silent scream trapped in his chest. The drunks lingered with agonising slowness, their laughter a cruel soundtrack to his growing despair. Any sudden movement, any sound louder than their ragged gasps, could shatter their precarious facade and draw the drunken men's unwanted attention.

"Now," Inosuke rasped, voice rough with urgency. His movements became frantic, a primal desperation fueling each forceful thrust. The dam within Tanjirou crumbled under the relentless assault. With a choked whisper of surrender, he whimpered, "Inside me."

The climax arrived with a shuddering release, Inosuke's muffled groan barely a whisper against Tanjirou's ear. A familiar surge of pleasure, intense and welcome, momentarily eclipsed his worries. Heat flared in his core, spreading outwards in waves as Inosuke trembled against him.

Tanjirou sagged against the brick wall, chest heaving with exertion, his body shaky from the aftermath of the electrifying release. Inosuke remained pressed against him, the lingering warmth of their connection washing over him. The drunken men had finally stumbled away, but the alley felt too exposed, a stage waiting for another unwelcome spotlight.

Inosuke reluctantly pulled away, both of them panting heavily. A tense silence stretched between them, broken only by the fading echo of their ragged breaths. Adrenaline slowly bled away, replaced by a prickling awareness of their situation. Tanjirou could feel the damp warmth of Inosuke's release trickling down his thighs, a consequence he'd anticipated but failed to prevent.

"We should get dressed," Tanjirou croaked, his voice hoarse. "There could be others." He reached for the gaping front of his yukata to pull it shut, desperately wanting to reclaim a sense of normalcy.

But Inosuke wasn’t finished. A feral growl rumbled in his chest, a sound both primal and possessive. Before Tanjirou could react, Inosuke’s arms shot under Tanjirou's thighs in a powerful heave. The world tilted as Inosuke lifted him clean off the ground, the yukata parting dramatically like a ripped stage curtain. Exposed and panting, Tanjirou found himself pinned against the rough brick wall, legs dangling uselessly by Inosuke's sides.

Inosuke tightened his grip, his arms wrapping around Tanjirou's thighs and hip. Tanjirou's back arched against the wall, his head thrown back in a mix of shock and a burgeoning heat that threatened to consume him. In this precarious position, Tanjirou was suspended entirely by Inosuke's strength, supported precariously by the hard brick against his back. His chest heaved with a sense of heightened vulnerability.

"Inosuke?!" The word tumbled out of Tanjirou, a mix of bewilderment and a yearning he couldn't quite place.

Inosuke's eyes glowed with predatory hunger. "One more time," he rasped, voice thick with need. "I’ll be quick, Tanjirou. Trust me."

Tanjirou's mind reeled. He wanted to protest, to remind Inosuke of the danger, but the words died in his throat, lost in the frantic pounding of his heart.

"We were interrupted," Inosuke said, a touch of defensiveness in his voice, as though he were trying to justify his incredulous decision.

The new position – hips thrust outwards, legs held high and spread apart – offered an even deeper intimacy. Inosuke surged into Tanjirou, the deeper penetration a fresh jolt that momentarily eclipsed the gnawing anxiety. Sharp gasps tore from Tanjirou's lips, a mix of surprise, soreness, and a rising tide of pleasure that battled the constant threat of discovery. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around Inosuke's waist, seeking support and a sliver of comfort.

Low grunts erupted from Inosuke's chest with each forceful thrust, mirroring the heat blooming within Tanjirou. The frantic rasp of their yukata against skin added a raw edge of urgency and friction to their movements.

The constant threat of discovery loomed, a dark threat hanging over pleasure. With each forceful thrust, a surge of electric pleasure shot through him, a jarring counterpoint to the rising tide of panic in his chest. Could his body take another climax out here, especially with the risk of Inosuke finishing inside him again?

"It’s too risky!” He choked out. “Someone will see us!"

But Inosuke seemed deaf to his pleas, consumed by primal need. Frustration curdled in Tanjirou's gut alongside the fear.

A frantic scan of the alley revealed only faint moonlight and emptiness. Relief washed over him, a fleeting comfort against the knot of nerves in his stomach.

"Inosuke," he choked out against his shoulder, desperation lacing his voice. "We need to stop..."

Still no response. The raw need within Tanjirou mirrored Inosuke's. His body arched instinctively with each thrust. A whimper escaped his lips despite his struggle for silence.

His mind raced. There was no other choice. They had to finish, and fast. "Inosuke, please," he pleaded, voice trembling. "Hurry... before someone comes..."

Inosuke's response was a sharp intake of breath. "I know, you just focus on finishing me off in your mouth this time." With that, his movements became a relentless assault, a storm of sensation that left Tanjirou with no choice but to surrender. His muffled whimpers turned into desperate gasps for air.

Tanjirou's mind whirled in a dizzying vortex of edging panic and desire. His body, a puppet caught in Inosuke's relentless storm, responded with a desperate urgency. Pleasure radiated from his core, building with each powerful thrust, a tidal wave threatening to engulf him. A crescendo of desire built within them, urging them closer to the peak.

Inosuke's pace slowed, his movements becoming deliberate, controlled. With a sharp exhale, he wrenched himself free, wrestling with his own primal urges. He gently released Tanjirou, who wobbled slightly on unsteady legs. Tanjirou’s legs, drained of strength, buckled beneath him, sending him sliding down the rough wall. Through the haze of pleasure and lingering fear, a single, vital task flickered in his mind.

With trembling hands, he reached out, his hand shaking, and grasped at Inosuke's hardness, drawing it into his mouth. His body tensed, then shuddered with the force of his release. The wave of warmth that flooded Tanjirou's mouth was both exhilarating and overwhelming. He fought back a gag reflex, focusing on the frantic rhythm of Inosuke's ragged moans and the desperate grip he had on Tanjirou's shoulders for support.

As the tremors subsided and Inosuke's ragged breaths filled the air, a wave of accomplishment, tinged with a sliver of shame, washed over Tanjirou. They had done it, marked their passion illicitly in this grimy alley and possibly gotten away with it. The silence stretched, broken only by the rasp of their breathing and the distant echo of their shared pleasure.

Tanjirou slumped against the wall, his body a leaden weight. The pleasure had faded, leaving behind a dull ache and a mess that made him grimace. He knew they should move, but the thought of even the slightest exertion felt daunting. A wave of self-consciousness washed over him – the wetness, the stickiness of sweat and…everything else. What could he possibly clean himself up with in their current situation?

Suddenly, a loud ripping sound tore him from his thoughts. Inosuke, already dressed and rummaging through their prize bag, grabbed an uchiwa and ripped the paper off its bamboo frame. It was the pink one Tanjirou had painstakingly won for Nezuko, the one that matched her favourite kimono perfectly. A pang of indignance shot through him, but Inosuke's shrug was dismissive.

"We got her plenty of other stuff."

Tanjirou watched with a resigned sigh as Inosuke used the makeshift tool to mop up his legs.

"Looks like you wet yourself," Inosuke teased, jabbing a finger at the darkened stain on Tanjirou's yukata. Tanjirou had naively hoped the dark fabric would hide the evidence, but two rounds of his own release had left a large, soggy patch.

Surrendering his dignity to the situation, Tanjirou let Inosuke take charge. Resourceful as ever, Inosuke removed his fluffy brown deer fur belt from around his obi belt and wrapped it crudely around Tanjirou's hip, its wideness effectively concealing the telltale damp patch. The belt, typically worn beneath Inosuke’s bare torso, accentuated Inosuke's wild, animalistic appeal, but Tanjirou knew that on himself, it simply looked… silly.

"See? All covered up now," Inosuke declared with a triumphant grin.

A semblance of normalcy restored, they began their slow walk back towards the fading festival lights. Tanjirou leaned against Inosuke, his legs still shaky from their intense encounter. Inosuke, however, was famished. Most of the festival stores were packing up, the night drawing to a close. But with a determined glint in his eye, Inosuke rummaged through a closing stall, emerging triumphantly with the last remaining supply of choco bananas, scored at a discount to boot.

He offered one to Tanjirou, but the offer was met with a resolute headshake. The metallic tang of Inosuke's release still lingered on his tongue, a unique, but not entirely unpleasant, taste. Yet, the sight of the phallic-shaped treats did little to entice him. In fact, it served as a stark reminder of their outrageous act in the alley, sending a wave of hot shame crashing down on him.

Inosuke's brow furrowed.

"You okay? Are you mad at me?" he blurted, a flicker of worry flashing in his eyes.

Tanjirou, realising his refusal had sent the wrong message, offered a quick, reassuring smile. "No, I'm not mad at you," he said gently. "Why would you think that?"

Inosuke's cheeks flushed a faint pink. "I... I'm sorry," he mumbled, his usual bravado faltering. "I know I can be selfish sometimes. It's just..." He trailed off, then blurted, "You're always the one in control, so composed. Seeing you unravel like that, all flustered and pleading... that, well, that gets me going in a way nothing else ever has."

Inosuke’s rare apology sparked a wave of tenderness over Tanjirou. He reached out, stroking Inosuke's hair with a playful smile. "If I hated it," he teased, "you'd have gotten a headbutt in that alley, wouldn't you?"

Inosuke's face, previously etched with worry, broke into a wide grin. "That’s what I thought!" he exclaimed. "So... you liked it?"

The question hung in the air. Tanjirou replayed the scene in his mind - the adrenaline rush of near-discovery warring with a raw, primal thrill. Being publicly claimed by Inosuke. The forbidden edge of it all – reckless, irresponsible, wildly inappropriate – the complete antithesis of everything Tanjirou held dear – was undeniably intoxicating.

The complex mix of emotions was difficult to articulate. So, settling for a simple truth, he admitted, "Yeah... yeah, I guess I did."

"Really?! So can we do it again?" Inosuke's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Maybe..." Tanjirou started cautiously. "But next time, don’t jump me like that. We need a plan. Wear the right clothes, bring cleaning supplies, be prepared..."

Inosuke's grin widened. "Of course! You can count on me to plan!"

Tanjirou watched his lover gleefully devour the last choco banana, a wry smile playing on his lips. Despite the sense of security Inosuke offered in most situations, planning wasn't his forte. But then again, maybe that disarming impulsiveness was part of the thrill, along with his own intense reactions. And if that's what Inosuke craved, well, Tanjirou wouldn't be one to deny him.

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Author's Notes: I was writing the smut fic about Inosuke and Tanjirou's first time, but a plot bunny for some steamy alleyway action hopped into my brain (smut is a powerful muse, I tell you!). This story just refused to wait its turn and practically wrote itself in a two-hour burst of excitement. However, the initial rush of inspiration wasn't the end of the road. Polishing the scenes, ensuring a smooth flow, and making sure the intimacy felt realistic took a lot of time and effort. I spent countless hours rereading, tweaking, and obsessing over descriptions to avoid repetitive language (you know, beyond the usual "thrusting" and "gasping"). Revising each day for a whole week felt like a marathon, but I'm finally thrilled to share the finished product! I know it is not perfect, but I’m proud of it! Looking back, I remember the initial nervousness and embarrassment when I embarked on my smut-writing journey. It was a constant battle of procrastination and cringe. But as the story unfolded, that awkwardness melted away, replaced by pure creative energy. Show Some Love (If You Want To!): I understand the potential awkwardness of reading smut, or even expressing your thoughts on it. Believe me, I've just been there! While these stories tend to attract readers, the engagement can be low . So, a friendly reminder: First, if anyone should feel embarrassed, it's me, the writer! Second, feel free to leave anonymous kudos or comments on my AO3 if you prefer. Bonus Ending Dilemma: On a side note, I wrote an extended ending featuring Inosuke and Tanjirou encountering Giyuu and Sanemi at the festival. It's just a funny little ending scene that injects my usual dose of humour. However, I'm worried it might distract from the central intimacy of the story. If you'd be interested in reading this bonus chapter, please let me know!

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I’m glad you liked the video! Honestly I love watching videos of people ballroom dancing haha! Yeah, sometimes visualizing clothes can be hard! Also relatable, capturing and drawing certain clothes can be difficult! I do love the way you draw taco though, it’s very impressive and your art is very pretty! :D I honestly don’t draw taco much cause I still can’t draw their hair well since drawing shorter hair is not my strength lol! Also no worries on the speed of replies I always just assume people have stuff they need to do in their lives so feel free to respond whenever! Taco ballroom dance scene might not be written and posted for a while cause I need to finish two different parts in that series of taco fics before I post that one, though who knows when I will finish the other two, one of them is at 23k words and still ongoing lol, but hopefully soon. I try not to give too much of a spoiler but basically it’s a time travel au fic where Draco ends up in the past and in that specific part Tom needs someone to teach him to dance for a mandatory thing for all Slug Club members for Slughorn’s Christmas Party, but he basically lied that he already knew how to dance in front of the Knights of Walpurgis to save face and now he needs someone to teach him to dance who won’t blab to the others that he lied (reason he sort of trusts Draco for this by this point is shown more in the previous parts)

i think the long robes is tripping me up thats why it's harder to visualize it mgfdmgmfdg and thank you!! aww its ok! short hair's hard..i rememberi can't draw boys before because of that LMFAO (and now it's harder for me to draw girls..)

23K WORDS AND STILL ONGOING??? WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A FEAST SOON T__T please tyt!!! i'll be patient with taco cuz i know i'm also slow with them (unlike dr4rry taco is more personal to me.. i can easily imagine pwp dr4rry and be on my way but taco is full of drama and usually exhausts me)

AND TSKR FOR THE SMALL SPOILER THATS SO CUTE… of course tom would act like he knows what he's doing only to have 0 clue when alone 😭 i hope he forgets that dracos teaching him how to dance and actually just enjoys waltzing with draco while they have idle talk

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sds-mod · 9 days ago

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Read the final chapter of Oshi no Ko and I have thoughts I need to let out somewhere but since they are very spoiler heavy I will put them under a cut!

Girl what the hell lmao. I started the Manga because I really enjoyed the anime (insane how much the anime improves on the source material btw. like wow), and the ending of S2 left me with questions that had me so interested and that I really wanted answers to. In the end I didn't like the answers at alllllll I'm so unsatisfied and it was so rushed with just this end monologue?? We really should have seen the characters work through that instead of just being told how they're doing.

One of the things that left me especially disappointed was Kamiki's motivations...after the ending of S2 I thought that it would be something like, he just doesn't have a "soul" (inspiration/spark etc, seeing as he had black stars in every appearance which the others only have/had in their darkest moments), which is why Ruby and Aqua were born soulless (as in, his offspring are empty like him) and thus taken over by reincarnation, and that he was subsequently jealous of everybody who did have that particular spark (seeing as the actress he killed also had the stars) but no he just doesn't want anyone to shine brighter than Ai? What?? He makes no sense as a character, especially after the flip-flopping of him as the true villain, which is a gigantic shame because I really would have liked a good foe to Aqua. I actually liked the idea of killing him socially, I thought that was a clever twist on the concept of killing him that goes nonlethal, but then nah...what a waste.

I also just never grew to truly care about Ruby, I'm sorry, making her the final center of the plot came kinda out of left field for me. She was just never that important so her being the best idol and brighter than Ai and Aqua only existing to protect her had me so ??? like sure, I can read things into it (I would imagine that she's a brighter idol than Ai because Ai just never truly believed in what she did, as in, she started with it and was good at it and played into the lies but lacked the earnestness and fun that Ruby ended up finding in it despite Ruby also having to nagivate with tragedy and lies, because Ai was deliberately abandoned by her family and thus has a more negative outlook than Ruby who got robbed of her family) but idk it was just like "Suddenly Ruby was the greatest star ever"...what I would have liked to see instead is at least a brief dive into the fact that Ruby has been Ruby longer than she has been Sarina and is thus more of her own person than Aqua, who has yet to catch up to his previous age and still clings to it, but nope instead we got their romance. Bad trade, thanks.

ALSO I know the shipping isn't the point but I was a Kana/Aqua girlie and I feel robbed of their relationship playing out, like...obviously Aqua did like her! But because she became an idol he had so many hangups around it and they were highlighted in his conversation with Mem but then it just...fades out?? It was so unsatisfying. She never became his idol, nothing she does works out when she's basically the hardest working person in the cast, and then he broke her heart. What the hell.

All that being said, it was a bad ending for sure but I didn't regret reading the manga, I was very entertained throughout and I think the anime is a genuine visual feast, I am excited for S3. Imo it's not an How I Met Your Mother kind of ending where it taints the rest of the story for me, it was just pretty blah in the end but had good moments inbetween. I actually really liked the one scene in the 15 year lie Arc where "Ai" gets wildly frustrated. Thought that was a really good scene that showed that she was a person and not just an idea. I mean, I also liked her being this forever unattainable idea, but it was still nice and left an impression on me. But man, I just wish the author didn't get bored and rushed a wrap-up. The lack of follow-through made everything very uninteresting.

#rambling #oshi no ko #oshi no ko spoilers

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joyce-stick · 1 year ago

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I didn't like Scott Pilgrim Takes Off all that much. I feel like elucidating on why, a little bit. so. Anyway.

First, letterboxd review I wrote within a few hours of finishing the show (read this first please):

So, I read all of the comic (finally) prior to watching Takes Off. Having seen the movie several times before, I found the comic interesting in how it develops its characters further over a longer timeframe and ties up a few loose ends that the movie sort of left open in weird ways that don't make sense. Ramona has more agency, Knives shows more maturity, Scott and Ramona are more explicitly on equal footing and make for better foils for each other in the comic than in the movie. Scott regrets his life choices and runs away for a while. Ramona regrets her life choices and also runs away. They both come back and beat up Gideon together with, y'know, mutual agreement that they both kinda equally suck and deserve each other and are going to both try to get better for themselves and one another and it's fine

It's not like, groundbreaking feminist storytelling, but it sure is a lot MORE gender equal than the movie which just goes like. Ramona is mind controlled! Scott must save her! Scott beats up Gideon sorta unilaterally (with a little bit of help) and then gets Ramona because he does! It's okay. It's fine. I mean, both the movie and the comic are fine. The movie is a hyperinventive visual feast and a stellar adaptation as far as faithfully replicating its source material in the target medium. I love it. Anyway.

Both the comic and the movie are fairly complete stories which really don't need more elaborating on. They're done. They exist. People either like them, or hate them, and have been discoursing on them for years. People discuss how bad of a person Scott is or isn't, or how transgender of a reading you can apply or not apply to Scott.

(I mean, you can! You're allowed to!)

It's all well-worn. And stuff. I don't know that Scott Pilgrim is a trans girl. I mean, it's plausible fanfiction. You can do it if you like. I wish that Takes Off had played with that idea, instead of what it did do, or, in addition to what it did do? And what it did do is just. Weh?

Weh.

Okay where do I start. Um.

spoilers for Takes Off below this point

Takes Off starts by taking Scott out of the picture. He is assumedly presumably made dead. Coined. Whoo.

Okay so obviously Scott isn't actually dead, he comes back later, but him being presumed dead for a bit does open the door to the rest of the cast to get some attention. Which you'd think would be good. Alright. So, we have Matthew Patel, still here. He's an incel, it turns out. Beats Gideon in a fight being like "man I got the bigger dick here." Wins totally! Okay! The league of evil exes is all either like "wow good going Matt" or "man screw this shit" and leaves. That's amusing for a minute.

Roxy shows up for an episode, fights Ramona, and is like "YOU LEFT ME RAMMY! I HATE YOU!" And we get some delicious flashbackiness to their relationship, and they kinda reconcile. Then Roxy kisses Kim, and is like "nah I don't care Kim" and dips. Yay.

The fight between Ramona and Roxy is well animated and fun to watch. I enjoyed it. It's alright.

What else... Um, Gideon has a backstory! Gideon isn't even his real name! And he's become the mega incel that he becomes because he got rejected by some girl in high school and this turned into his supervillain origin story. Okay

Lucas Lee does skateboarding and skateboards some paparazzosi to coindeath! Go him! That is genuinely a fun sequence and I enjoyed it, I guess

Wallace Wells seduces Todd Ingram and they have a lot of hot gay vegan sex! He and Envy Adams sorta fight about it! How wacky! Okay

The Katayanagi Twins get some speaking lines in this show! Their robot (which appeared in the comic but not the movie if I remember right) is around. Um.

Julie! Julie is an old school friend of Gideon. She lets him stay at her house. Gideon/Gordon and Lucas Lee do some bro shit. Cool man

All of this is like, fine, and fun, and stuff. I'm fine with it. I liked it. I enjoyed it. Oh and I guess there's a meta subplot about the Scott Pilgrim movie becoming the Scott Pilgrim movie but failing to become the Scott Pilgrim movie because the actors keep having too many video game fights on the movie set

Okay so this is all stuff that Ramona finds out or sorta bumbles into while looking for Scott, who she's surmised has disappeared and is not actually dead. Of course, Scott is not actually dead. He's just been kidnapped and displaced in time by an older version of himself, who is having a midlife crisis because his relationship with Ramona is going badly and he wishes that it had never happened, so he kidnaps young Scott to make it so that it never happened. This does not really work. Also future Ramona does some of her own intervening in the past to counter the plot of future Scott. She has Delorean rollerblades that time travel at 88 miles per hour *rolls eyes*

Anyway, then older older Scott has a fight with younger younger Scott, future Ramona intervenes and merges with younger Ramona to become a super form Ramona and they're just like "my beloved Scott, please, just go back to the future and sort out our marriage, like a responsible adult," he is teleported back to the future, all the exes are not coinexploded, and we get a final scene implying that Julie and Gideon/Gordon are planning something which will lead into a second season, and I don't know why

Why is any of this?

I could analyze it. I could try to tell you why any of this is. But like. I really can't. I don't know.

None of this really advances or develops the characters in any way that wasn't already adequately explored in the existing material. Like, Roxy's hangup over Ramona is fleshed out a bit more, sure, and that's the part of the show I really liked, but... is there anything to that? Does it add anything to Roxy's character that we didn't already know? Not really. We could already pretty easily infer from the comics that Ramona left Roxy, just like she left all her exes, and that Roxy is mad about it. Is it nice that they talk about it? I guess. Sure. It's nice to have a version of that conversation without Scott being the third wheel. But does it meaningfully change her character?

...No

And this is the same for all the characters. Our understanding of Matthew Patel and Gideon Graves is not particularly deepened by their incel dickmeasuring fight, or Gideon's origin story about getting rejected in high school. Our understanding of Lucas Lee is not especially enhanced by the newly revealed detail that he's a headache for his agent because of his reckless wild free devil may care skater dude attitude causing PR risks. Our understanding of Wallace Wells is not amazingly additioned by seeing him seduce Todd Ingram and piss off Envy Adams. Our understanding of Knives doesn't change when she learns how to play music and gets along with Kim and Stephen... And such and so forth.

And our understanding of Scott does not meaningfully change, either. There's really no radically new character interpretation to be drawn from "Scott divorces Ramona and then tries to undo his past". That's just kind of a thing you'd figure he'd do. And of course Ramona would try to set him straight! And look for him! And. Yeah

So yeah, Takes Off feels like, almost, the definition of that phrase that Dan Olson used in that one video

"No meaning, only lore."

I cannot fathom why this show exists other than that Netflix wanted a Scott Pilgrim show, and Bryan Lee O'Malley decided to pitch one because he's sure as hell not got any other big hit comics being cross-media franchises right now, and the plot that ended up being there feels like his end of the entire writing process was spent wracking his brain, fighting for his life to come up with a reason, any reason, to write more of fucking Scott Pilgrim

And the best he could come up with was, I guess, Scott has a midlife crisis, and also more superfluous character detail, and the fanservice angle of getting to see Ramona fight Roxy, or Gideon fight Matthew, or Lucas Lee skateboard more

I had a lot of fun seeing all that but I don't know why I watched it. I don't know who wanted this. And I definitely don't know who wants a second season of this. Who would want more of this? The season we do have was already grasping for straws to do more with this setting and these characters as it was. What would they even do?

Anyway. If I was gonna rewrite this and write this smarter. I'd probably tell y'all about the moment when Young Neil is trying to write a screenplay, and some mysterious figure (later revealed to be future Ramona) shows up in his room and types up the screenplay for the Scott Pilgrim movie for him. And then he wakes up, the screenplay is on his desk, and he's like "WHOA I don't remember writing this! I totally wrote this!"

And I'd say, if I were trying to be smart and write some smart video essay analogy in a better more polished review, that Takes Off feels like Bryan Lee O'Malley wished that the script for the show would similarly emerge fully formed from nowhere from the future for him.

Or something.

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blackjack-15 · 11 months ago

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tight shots on food, syd, food, once again we're straight on, emphasizing the relationship there. syd's actress has very pretty eyes. not the point of the shot but worth saying!

"courage and confidence leads to decision making" oh we're stating the thesis! and guess what carmy's missing here. no surprises.

she has the air of a woman who's been stood up and decided to enjoy herself. this is not a coincidence, but it is very funny

notice she went home, changed, got freshened up? she's wearing her red on carmy's white? yeah, so did i

okay points for Carmy for texting. negative points for everything else about the message.

sydney takes chicago! i love this, she's going out to learn, going out to do a light bit of culinary espionage, and networking on behalf of The Bear. would it have been cuter and better and pretty much everything else good for her to do it with carmy? of course. but this show is called the bear. and our titular bear isn't there yet.

"make sure your hospitality and service is overwhelming" okay, front of house is gonna be important. still positive that's gonna involve richie finding his purpose.

"and make sure you have a great partner. someone you trust"

"we had a horrible business partner who stole all our money and flew off to Hawai'i"

my gosh, with the comment her dad made about trusting carmy? they're not shy that this is the primary relationship in the show, whether you see it romantically or platonically.

it's romantic. we know it. moving on

actually, not moving on.

while in this episode alone, these dialogues point to carmy, i actually think that this points to Cicero overall. he's a chaotic neutral sort of character right now, fully invested in his own good rather than in being a cheerleader or a wallet. the bear will survive or fail based on the front of house staff, the back of house cooperation, the relationship of syd and carmy, and -- most importantly, if Cicero is a force for good or bad.

"we're working together" "ahhh. been there. trust your gut." yeah this is just. text at this point. s3 is going to be a Feast.

.........

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so i'm an idiot, but hearing carmy say his name on the voicemail? he's referred to as "bear" (as are Mikey and Natalie, we've seen) because with the Chicago twang, it sounds exactly like "bear-zatto". I'm stupid, i get it, let's move on. nothing to see here.

(in my accent, that's said more like bier-zatto, and burr-zatto if i'm going for a more geography-neutral flat accent. so yes. idiot. throw tomatoes at will.)

i don't know what the venn diagram is between The Bear viewers and kdrama fans, but this montage of syd eating alone is reminiscent of a scene from S2 of the kdrama Hospital Playlist (Netflix) where a woman is similarly stood up (though at a nice restaurant with steak) and keeps changing positions at the table, laughing to herself and eating the meal and drinking both glasses of wine.

digression aside, i think Syd and Chu Minha would be friends, plus both their love interests are referred to affectionately as "bear".

marcus and fak? chaos

"looking forward." "...looking forward?" "i don't know i've never said that in my life" oh marcus. this crush is pretty cute ngl. i'm not rooting for it but it's cute

SYD DO NOT POACH I'M DYING

the risotto!!! baby sydney!!! i love how obvious it is just through visuals that syd's dying to make The Bear really feel like part of Chicago, to give it that feeling that richie found so important in S1. it's all coming together. i also love we can see that syd really, truly loves food. we knew it already, but to have it so lovingly focused on is wonderful. in case there was any doubt as to who the deuteragonist is in this show? this episode should clear it up

(carmy being the protagonist and carmy's anxiety richie being the tritagonist, of course. they're steering the boat)

#the bear #liveblogging #2X03 #almost done with the episode and then it's a pause while my stomach fights against me for daring to eat dinner #but happy to be back on the bear wagon #i will not be taking questions on my accent. please respect my time of mourning b/c i'm an Idiot

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auniverseforgotten · 7 months ago

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17, 22, 24, and 25 for Salieri >:3c

HOHH MY BRAINROT IS FEASTING TODAY TY FOR THE ASK this one got long again whoops

17. What's a book, movie, or show you think [character] would like?

So as many people know I am a massive nerd and I have a million books on all sorts of things like architecture and fashion and music and advertisements throughout the years. And with how much impact Salieri had on music during his life I feel like he would love books like Music: The Definitive Visual History or Modern Music and After to see where music has gone.

NOW I DO RECOGNIZE THAT'S REALLY BORING THOUGH SO for the more fun answers!

Bookwise I feel like it would depend on what he was feeling? I will admit to being extremely biased but I think he would enjoy Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, to see all the evils of the world but also to see them righted, or at least confronted. Idk I feel like Salieri is so good at heart and all the suffering all the time that Chaldea has to face...would leave someone craving a 'good' end. Since we STILL DON'T GET THAT IN GAME :'D But also I think he reads a lot of fairy tales both because I HC him as friends with Andersen and, well, he must read his friend's work! And so that he has them memorized so he can tell the child servants in Chaldea a bedtime story/anytime story no matter whether he has the book with him or not. It also allows him to study fairy tale story structure so he can create his own stories for them.

TV Shows, MORE BIAS FROM ME INCOMING but because he shares his body with the Man in Grey and constantly has to battle with feeling like an impostor in an unfamiliar place, I feel like the unknown in shows like The Twilight Zone would really draw him in. He finds some peace with it. He will also absolutely bingewatch any wedding based show like Four Weddings or Say Yes to the Dress and he will be SO CATTY about the dresses people choose but the SECOND any of their family talk down to them he is fully backing the brides and their dress choices. While still mentioning things like "oh god not the appliques" and "sure, fine, you have a gorgeous tiny petite figure but fine, hide it in a cupcake made of lace, why not" because his hatred of people insulting the brides and making them cry does not override him cringing at their choices. If he watches Say Yes to the Dress: Bridesmaids he tears almost EVERY dress to shreds because good lord WHY.

For movies, I think thrillers/early horror. Not any of that jumpscare stuff, but things like the House of Wax [Vincent Price version]. Showing horror within the hearts of people or that comes from Beyond, not the horror of AAA SCARY THING IN FACE MUSIC LOUD. Detective films as well, like Murder on the Orient Express [1970s] or any Holmes movie because he enjoys them and also it's fun [and maybe cute] to watch Holmes get frustrated or flustered at the interpretations of himself on screen [this also stands for tv shows]. He and Lobo also have movie nights to watch dog movies or animal documentaries.

22. Give us a headcanon for [character]

Oh no I have so many. So so many.

Okay well my big one is he basically sees Anastasia as his daughter. Even outside of the fics I've written/am writing where he had time to get to know her in LB1, there's something about seeing her after and seeing the scars that it's left on her that makes him approach her and offer her comfort. A scene in my head has been Anastasia being summoned, seeing where she is, and having a magic-fueled breakdown that nearly freezes the summon room solid. Salieri comes running from who knows where and just. Somehow talks her down. Bows to her, kisses her hand, speaks kindly and gently while treating her as one should a royal, until she's calmed down before showing her Novum Chaldea. After that they fall into a closer father-daughter relationship and Anastasia gets to let herself be a child when she's with him, she can be childish and loud and do what she likes and at least One person will love her regardless.

Related to that one, he has, at least mentally, adopted ALL of the child servants in Chaldea and he dotes on them hard. Sweets, stories, little concerts performed solely for them, taking the time to listen to their stories...you name it, he does it. He could be in a very serious meeting debriefing and if a child servant came to get him he would leave immediately no questions asked. The MC and Mash are NOT IMMUNE TO THIS. He and Lobo share custody of them, obviously.

I know it said one but I have so so many, another is that he and Hessian Lobo [yes both parts this time] are very close, and they can be found discussing things in sign language in small, quiet corners. When Lobo's grief and rage grow too strong for him and he begins howling throughout Chaldea, Salieri always comes running, coaxing him or both he and Hessian to the music room, avenger room, or his own room and playing for as long as he needs to to help soothe him.

ANOTHER ONE he loves to cook and bake but he's self conscious of it because he lives to compare himself truly so he worries he'll be in Emiya or Boudica's way. So he typically only slips into the kitchens late at night when no one else is there. Yes, the child servants have figured this out, and yes, they do show up for snacks or dessert. Mozart also discovered this on accident, but Salieri managed to keep his focus on cooking to avoid the intense Murder Thoughts. Mozart seemed to notice, so they didn't speak at all, just exist together on those nights.

This one I feel runs inline with game canon but he struggles with intrusive thoughts a lot, and given he was Italian in the 1700s-1800s, he was absolutely raised religious and absolutely taught that bad thoughts = bad person, so on top of the Man in Grey constantly thirsting for Mozart's murder he also struggles with other intense or mundane intrusive thoughts. There are many days when it is too hard for him to face the world because of them. Therapy would be good but I mean Kiara is Chaldea's only therapist I think AND UM, NO.

ONLY ONE MORE I PROMISE but I tend to headcanon that when he works himself hard as a servant/is critically damaged or possibly even dying, a lot more of Antonio Salieri comes out, and he is softer, more tired, less bent on revenge and hatred. This is due to the Man in Grey part of him being exhausted, since it does all the fighting, and thus he gets brief periods of Belonging in his body again. Yes he has sought out Mozart in those moments, yes it did crush them both. He can also fight through the hatred with his love for Mozart, so if Mozart is critically in danger, the 'kill Mozart' switch is forcefully flipped by himself to 'kill what is killing Mozart' switch.

24. What's your favourite thing about [character]?

I do know a lot of the things I enjoy exploring with him aren't canon, so to try and stay canon with him, hmm...I mean, he has a strong sense of duty. Just look at the end of lostbelt 1; he promised to play Twinkle Twinkle for the Yagas, and his spirit origin refuses to dematerialize until he does. But that's not really my favorite thing, just something I like, hmm...

HONESTLY probably how he looks; his color palette is just SO GOOD, his clothing detail is amazing, and all of his ascensions are so good? Usually I wind up having a favorite ascension to leave a character in, but with Salieri I like them all. I do leave him second ascension because I like seeing his armor appear all fancy but STILL. We have the Amadeus Alter first ascension with that COAT and MASK and it brings so much angst with it. Second ascension we have MAN IN SUIT and my favorite thing to put ANY character in is SUIT. And then final ascension oh my GOD his final ascension. The TEETH. The CLAWS. The QUESTIONABLE LEVEL OF REMAINING SANITY AND ORIGINAL SALIERI THAT IS LEFT. It's great for all levels of things and yes I am working on a fic where Mozart is fully horny for his third ascension and Salieri is HORRIFIED and CONFUSED and also into it and mad about it XD

Also his interlude...he is so good in his interlude...so kind...confirming all of my headcanons as true and real forever and ever UWU

25. What's your least favourite thing [character] said or did?

Hmmm I have a couple, I guess? This is my friend Wolfie's fault, but I am unreasonably fond of Phantom in FGO, so the fact that Salieri says they can't be in sync makes me SAD because Salieri wrote OPERAS and Phantom has the most incredible operatic range CMON TYPEMOON THEY COULD PERFORM OPERAS TOGETHERRRR and also I just like making servants be friends lmao so I would really like Phantom and Salieri bonding,,,but then I remember that line and I feel like I'm making Salieri too OoC

[Also why is Phantom not a berserker CMON LOOK AT SHINJUKU IT MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE]

And also like...look I love Marie, I do, but I don't get why he gets docile around her??? I just don't. Admittedly with how I HC him I forget that he's a grouchy angry deathman to everyone apparently, so maybe it's meant to show she's an exception, but...I still don't get it. I do fully see them being friends or a poly ship w/Mozart as well [and my god Mozart would be so possessive of them both it would be so fun] but I don't get the focus on him being docile around Marie. As if she wouldn't accept him in all his sharp yelly self uwu

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