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The Fun Kind of Sparring Pt. 2

Soldier Boy (The Boys) x Reader

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A/N: Sooooooo… did ya miss me?? Heh. My down stairs brain has been exercised, that’s for sure. Took five but now I’m trying to change lives 💪

Anyways, as always, all interaction, especially commentary/tags, is extremely appreciated! It really makes my day to hear that people like what I’m putting out there.

Content Warning: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ If you thought the last one was diddle-that-skittle-worthy, this one… I think I’m going to need to take a cold shower. I mean, my man doesn’t stop talking. I will say he’s really sweet to the reader. A few things he says sound more like him in canon, but overall he’s really sweet. Look, guys, life is lifing rn so I just needed a sweet hot old man to talk me through it 🤷‍♀️

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Previously on The Fun Kind of Sparring

"Good girl," he praises, and it's all I can do not to keen. I have to be soaked through my shorts by now, there's no way. "Well, what l'd do next... that's simple. I'd fuck her until she cried, and then I'd keep going. And I'd keep going until the only thing she can remember is my name, until she's gooey and clingy and a sweet little fucked out thing, all for me," he finishes, his grin from before returning back to his face. I'm losing it. I can't think straight. And yet- he's still waiting for me to make the first move. Son of a bitch.

"O-okay," I clear my throat, unable to find my senses. "And if that hypothetical girl was me?" We both know it's me, I just need to hear it.

"Well in that case I think l'd be the luckiest bastard who ever lived," he says sincerely, looking at me with a gaze that can only be described as pure adoration and lust. Yep. That's it for me. I lean up and kiss him with as much force as I can muster.

A strand of spit connects our lips when we part, and if I hadn’t heard him say all those dirty things I’d think it was the most erotic thing imaginable. It’s certainly a close second, though.

He crashes his lips back to mine once the strand breaks, demanding access that I could never be strong enough not to give. He explores my mouth with great fervor, silencing the small whimpers and whines trying to tear themselves from my throat. Once he’s sure I’m breathless he moves down, planting a row of kisses to my jaw before kissing down my neck, biting and sucking dark marks at the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

But through the lust induced haze that’s already clouding my brain I can only remember one thing.

“Uh, Ben?” my voice is unrecognizable, breathy and high.

“Yeah?” He says into my collarbone where he’s been leaving more love bites.

“What about you? Don’t you get to come in the story?”

“Oh, you’re sweet on me, huh, baby? Don’t you worry about me sweet girl, that’ll come later- no pun intended.”

“Oh, okay,” I mumble, tugging him up by the hair so I can kiss him again. “I could kiss you forever,” I say. And it sounds stupid, but his plush pink lips are just too good to be true.

“That can be arranged, sweetheart,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss me again. There’s just no feeling like it. I reach for the hem of his grey sweatpants, but he grunts, pulling away. I look at him, eyes wide with confusion.

“Sugar, as much as I’d love to give some sad sap the chance of walking in on this, I think it’s better we move this to my room.”

“Oh, okay,” I concede.

“Trust me,” he says, almost… shifty? Whatever. I’m too horny to decipher his gaze at the moment. I let him all but pick me up off the floor, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror embellished wall: my face is sweaty and splotchy, hair already a wreck, hickies everywhere on my neck and shoulders. Holy hell. I haven’t even gotten laid yet, and I look like I went nine rounds in a porno. Motherfucker. Me-fucker, in a minute. Good god.

“I think I’m an artist,” he says smugly from behind me, admiring the blues and purples on my neck and shoulders, and catching my gaze in the mirror. He presses his bulge to my ass, at which I gasp. He’s huge. I can already tell. How the fuck does he even-? I don’t even know how I’m going to finish that question.

“C’mon sweetheart, my room ain’t far.”

“Okay,” I mumble, stuck on the absent feeling of his bulge against me. “But the floor was so hot,” I pout.

“Don’t I know it, sweets,” he grins. “But I’ve got big plans for you, if you remember.”

I moan softly at the memory of his dirty words

“Attagirl.” The shit eating grin from before is right back on his face. “Now c’mon, sweets,” he tugs my hand in his, practically dragging me out of the gym. Before I know it I’m laying on my back in his soft bed, him over me. He somehow kisses me both soft and slow, and rough and fast, and it’s almost impossible to breath. Especially as he adds more to the canvas he’s made of my body.

“Can I?” he asks, tugging at the hem of my shirt. I nod, and pulls it up over my head, obviously enjoying what he finds under it.

“Of course my pretty girl has pretty tits too, I shouldn’t even be surprised, but”-he kisses the tops of each of my breasts-“damn, baby.”

I blush at his praise, unable to help myself. “Can I take off this cute little bra?” he asks.

“Mhm,” I say, hoping that he’ll just rip it off. But instead of being raucous he gently unclasps it from behind, teasing it off of me. He trails lower with his lips, lavishing my breasts in attention that leaves them perky and alert once he leaves them for my stomach.

I can’t help but start giggling at the feeling of his scratchy beard on my stomach as he continues his trek of kisses and such southward. “What’s funny?” he asks, obviously amused by my laughter. I can only giggle harder because he seems to catch on, now intentionally scratching at me with it. He starts kissing lower and lower, and eventually my giggles dissolve into moans as he nips at the juncture of my thigh and pelvis.

“So sweet,” he mumbles, tugging at the waist band of my shorts. He pulls both them and my underwear off in one go. “Oh, sweets,” he breathes. “You this wet all for me?”

I squeak, unable to respond to the dark, lust-filled look in his eyes as he asks. Thankfully the question is rhetorical, because my brain is already starting to get fuzzy.

He gingerly pulls off my shoes and socks, before pressing featherlight kisses to and massaging up my left leg. Just as he reaches my sopping heat does he stop, biting the squishy flesh of the inside of my thigh before returning back down on my right leg.

“Ben,” I whine impatiently, unsure of how much more of this teasing I can take before I just come without him doing anything.

He just tuts at me before continuing his ministrations. And good grief does he know what buttons to press, because my legs already feel like jello in his hands.

Finally he bites my other thigh, and I’m all but shaking with how eager I am for him to do something, anything to me. And he seems to be more than happy to comply.

“Listen, if you tell me to stop, I’ll stop,” he says roughly, sincerely, as his cheek rests against the inside of my thigh.

“O-okay?” I say, my tone far past breathy.

“That’s my girl,” he grins before diving in.

It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. It feels like he’s lit orgasmic fireworks, like far too much and not enough all at once, like… it’s fucking inexplainable. Especially while I’m physically squirming from how good it feels, while he only needs one big hand splayed over my stomach to keep me down. I couldn’t even tell you what I’m moaning between the incoherent mess of his one syllable name and the whines he’s pulling out of me.

It’s incredible. And he’s so methodical, so good at it. Eighty odd years of experience will do it to you I guess, but this is like, next level.

And before I know it my stomach is tightening in on itself, and I try to warn him. I really do. But he doesn’t even need me to warn him. Instead he takes his hand off my stomach and places both on either of my thighs, locking me in place around his head. And before I know it, his tongue thrusting in and out of me and his nose and facial hair rubbing on my clit have me coming with a loud cry of his name. I’m physically shaking by the end of it from how he continues to fuck me through it, lapping up every last drop.

The thing about Ben is that he does everything with great fervor. Passion, really, except he thinks that’s too feminine a word. There just has to be a certain exceptionality to the way he does things. When he snorts a line of coke, the line had better be four times longer than anyone else’s. When he performed back in the day, it had to be more grandiose than Queen, more ostentatious than Madonna. When he eats pussy, it has to be fucking leagues ahead of any other man or woman in the entire world.

And man oh man does he deliver. I think I come again, but it’s hard to tell from how intense the initial orgasm was and how fuzzy the overstimulation is making my brain. But he eventually pulls back, once again resting his stubbled cheek on the inside of my thigh, my come glistening on his jaw and mouth. It’s a sight of debauchery in its purest-or should I say filthiest- form. I’m panting, trying to ground myself as he smugly smirks at me, his greens eyes sparkling like cut emeralds.

“Y’like that, sweetheart?” he asks, knowing damn well I do. And yes, he’s cocky as fuck, but… he’s not wrong.

“Yes,” I mumble.

“Good girl,” and at that I clench around nothing. And he does not fail to notice.

“Aww, my sweet girl likes being a good girl,” he observes, languidly running a knuckle through my folds. I gasp, and he chuckles. “Easy.”

He surprises me by thrusting one finger in- and like he said, it wouldn’t do much with how wet I was. So he gives me a second, and I start to feel it, especially when he hits my g-spot on every languid thrust, eliciting tinny moans from me. The tinny moans get louder when he starts scissoring his fingers inside of me, opening me up as far as he sees fit. “Gotta get you ready for me,” he explains, spitting on his other hand before brining his thumb to my clit. I’m beyond fucked once the rough pad of his thumb meets my sensitive bud, gasping his name and arching my back.

“You’re taking ‘em so well, sweet girl. Gonna give you another,” he tells me before adding a third finger and rubbing on my clit even faster. I barely last three minutes of this before I come for the second-third?- time with a weak cry of his name, still ready for more. I’m flustered from how easy it was to make me come, and his words certainly don’t soothe my blush.

“Oh, look at this pretty pussy gushin’ f’me, she’s too good to me,” he groans, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out to prolong my bliss. “Aww sweet girl, why’re you embarrassed, huh? I think my new favorite color is pink cause of your sweet cheeks. My pretty girl, my perfect girl.”

My mind is so fuzzy. Ben- Soldier Boy- is literally praising me whereas he calls anyone else a disappointment or a whore. And he’s making me feel so good, not only because of the incredible sex but with the way he’s treating me.

He kisses me again before he stands up, and I can taste myself on him. I don’t mind though, because his lips, his tongue… I can hardly account for my senses, much less comprehend the taste of myself. He stares at me and finally takes the waistband of his sweatpants in his hands. I can’t help the way my jaw drops as he finally pulls them and his boxers down, and naturally he gives me his signature smirk.

The bottom line is that he’s even bigger than I had thought earlier. Like, this is a size I thought only dildos came in, not the real thing. It’s long, it’s thick, and it’s rock hard. His eyes are trained on mine, so naturally he catches me gaping and laughs. Jackass.

“You know that not all of that is going to fit, right?” I ask, a little nervous.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, cocksure. I can’t help but gulp involuntarily, but once he brings his lips back down to mine I’m right back into my whipped frenzy, pouting and following his lips like a puppy when he pulls away, rummaging in his bedside drawer but talking all the while.

“Don’t worry, m’gonna give you what you want, just gotta ease you into it, okay? Ain’t gonna treat you like a loosened whore, I could never. My sweet girl. Didn’t bring you in here for nothing, wanted this.” He holds up a small bottle, and that’s when I get it. He needed the damn lube. That’s why he wanted to come back here. Not a big connection, but for someone who’s ready to let him doin all sorts of unspeakable things to her and thank him for it, it’s a revolutionary revelation.

“Oh-oh,” I say, my voice breaking when I watch him fist himself a few times.

“Gonna make it feel so good for you,” he mumbles, rubbing a generous amount of lube up and down his length. As if it hasn’t already been beyond good. “Tell you what, baby, I want you to ride me, just to start. Y’can adjust on your own time, take it as slow as you need, okay sweet girl? ‘Cause if I’m on top… I don’t think I can make any promises.” At least he’s honest. The horny part of me wants him to just go ahead and rail me within an inch of my life, but the small, annoying, rational part of me recognizes how huge he is. He sits down next to me on the bed, comfortably resting against the pilos and the headboard. His legs are splayed, showing off the endearing curve to them.

It takes a lot out of my already fucked out self to move two inches and straddle him, but I do. He smiles, genuinely smiles, and I can’t help but smile back.

“Take it easy, sweet girl,” he tells me. “We’ve got all night. You just take all the time you need.” I’m so turned on by how sweet he is, I genuinely can’t even help it.

“Okay,” I mumble, reaching for his cock, feeling it in my hands. It’s just a little thicker than the grip of one of my hands- definitely thicker than anything I’ve ever had, but not as scary as I thought. I rub the leaking precum over his tip, because even though he’s already poured a more than generous amount of lube on himself I can’t be too sure. Not to mention the delicious gasps he’s making at every touch are enough to just do this for the next six hours.

But finally, finally I’m ready. I position myself over it, my arms encircling Ben’s wide, freckled shoulders.

And then I slowly, ever so slowly sink down on the tip. We both moan at the newfound sensation, and I physically have to stop for a second. He’s just so big. All of him is, from his ego to his overall stature, but inside me? He’s huge, and the stretch is beyond satiating.

“You okay, sweets?” he asks, recovering quicker than me.

“Yeah,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he kisses me on the lips. The distraction of the kiss lets me move more comfortably down his length. I make it a little bit more before I have to stop again. “You’re squeezing me so good, this pussy was made for me,” he groans when I stop, and I hide my own noises into the crook of his shoulder.

“Ben?” I mumble.

“Yeah?”

“I need help,” I whine, keeping my face hidden to hide my embarrassment.

“Aww, sweetpea,” he lets out a small laugh despite himself, furthering my angry red blush. “C’mere, look at me,” I do as he says, my thighs sore from keeping me up as I do so.

“No need to be embarrassed with me, sugar,” he says softly, before bring my lips to his, a big hand cupping the side of my head. I barely notice his other hand on my hip until he slowly starts guiding me down on him, lifting me up and down where I’m and pushing me down further and further as he does so. He muffles my whimpers and whines into the kiss, kissing me so long that I forget what it’s like to breathe.

Once he’s bottomed out and I’m properly seated on his lap does he pull away, letting me moan as loud as I need to.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his own voice strained.

“Full,” I mumble, because it’s true. He’s so all consuming in this moment, all I can concentrate on is how he fills me to the brim.

He twitches inside of me at that, his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Nothin’ baby, you just can’t be throwing around words like that,” he groans.

“You asked,” I protest.

“I know,” he retorts, kissing me again. After a few moments of sitting there on his lap, I tell him I’m ready to move a little.

“You need help, sweets?” he asks, giving me a knowing look. And I want to say no, that much is probably written on my face. Want to show him that I’m capable of bouncing on his enormous cock, but I sincerely don’t think I am.

“Maybe,” I concede sheepishly.

“That’s okay, baby,” he smiles gently, grabbing me by the hips. He slowly lifts me up his length, and I can feel my walls trying to contract around him as he moves me up, clenching him like a vice. A soft groan leaves his lips whilst various whimpers leave mine.

He keeps this gentle pace, so slow that I can feel every single inch of him slide in and slip out. Slowly the burn from the initial stretch disipates into pure pleasure that leaves me whispering his name every time he bottoms out. But eventually it’s not enough, because the thoughts of his promises creep into my empty mind, his promises of fucking me. Until I cry, until I can only remember his name and nothing else.

“Ben,” I mumble, my head still resting in the crook of his neck as he eases me up and down. “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what, pretty girl?”

Jackass. He knows damn well what, I can hear it in his voice. “I don’t want to say it,” I whine. He pulls me back so we’re eye to eye, resting me on his lap.

“I think you’re gonna have to,” he’s grinning ear to ear.

I pout, my hands resting on his chest.

“C’mon baby,” he prods, thumbing my lower lip. I take his thumb into my mouth, sucking on it. It clearly takes a lot out of him to take his finger out of my mouth, he seems to be turned on by the action.

“Fine. I want you to fuck me,” I tell him, crossing my arms.

“You’re lucky I like you so much. If anyone else were acting this bratty with me I think I’d have to teach them a lesson,” he smirks, the cocky promise clear in his eyes. Before I can retort he slips out of me, and I whine at the emptiness. I don’t like it.

Thankfully I don’t have to wait long because he lays me down, resting over me in a plank just as he was when we were “sparring.”

“Y’trust me?” His thumb comes up to meet my pulse point, his other fingers grazing across the bitten flesh of the juncture of my neck and shoulder, creating the most delicious sting. I nod frantically. “Words, baby.”

“Yes,” I whisper. His presses down barely a fraction harder, and yet it’s already enough to set me off even while being empty.

“I need you to promise me something, gorgeous,” he says, making the most intense eye contact I’ve ever seen from him.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“If you need me to stop, you tell me, okay?” His eyes are slightly wide, indicating how important to him this is. It’s easy to say: “Okay,” he has all of my trust. I kiss him for good measure, and we’re back. Fireworks gone off again halfway through as I take initiative to deepen the kiss before he can. But it doesn’t matter, because he’s stronger and so all consuming, and before I know it my mind is blank again. Blank and wanting one thing: him.

He gets up and I whine, not wanting him away from him. “Miss me already? My clingy girl,” he says affectionately, grabbing a pillow and putting it under my hips, kissing my stomach.

Settling above me once again, he lifts my legs up so that my ankles are resting on his shoulders, nearly bending me in half. But I let him, I’ll be as malleable ad he needs me to be if it’ll help him deliver on those promises.

“You sure you want this, sweets? Last chance to back out,” he tells me. I can’t believe he has the audacity to let the thought of me wanting to back out cross his mind. I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want him.

“I’m so sure. Fuck me, please,” I tell him. This is the strongest my voice has been this far, and I think he gets the memo.

“As you wish,” he grins, before sheathing himself in me in one go. I scream his name, but the noise is cut off by all air leaving my body as he thrusts into me at a literal superhuman pace. The sounds are ungodly, with every thrust a broken moan and the occasional grunt from him. He finds my g-spot with ease, slamming into it with every thrust ad he pounds me into his mattress.

“You sounds so pretty, maybe we should look into making one of those Internet videos.” I moan at the idea. I didn’t think starring in a porno would be my thing until he and his transatlantic 1950s accent suggested it.

“Yeah, everyone would want a piece of this pussy. But she’s all mine,” those last three words are punctuated with particularly hard, possessive thrusts that leave me gasping his name.

He brings his hand up to my throat once more, and the moment his thumb grazes my pulse point as it did before I realize just how much I want to come. “You like that, huh. Such a good girl,” I clench around him as he presses light pressure to my throat, and even though he’s not even done anything with my clit and it’s been maybe two minutes I’m coming hard and all-consumingly. It washes over me in waves that match Ben’s pace, seemingly getting more intense as he keeps fucking me.

“Oh sweetheart, you look so gorgeous when you make a mess of my dick. I’m hopin’ to see that five more times before the end of the night,” he tells me, but I barely hear him, too engulfed in my pleasure. He somehow adjusts the pillow under me while continuing his incessant pace and his grip on my throat and the new angle has me crying from how good it is.

“Aww, what’s the matter sweets?” he coos, knowing damn well what the matter is. It’s just too good.

“You’re so deep,” I sob, unable to gain my bearings because of how full I feel.

“Don’t I know it,” he groans, going impossibly harder. Eventually he takes his hand from my throat, and I whine, until he brings it down to my clit.

“Make it a good one, beautiful,” he winks with a click of his tongue before skillfully rubbing circles into my sensitive bud.

“Ben, it’s too much-,” I protest, but all it takes is a few more circles and I’m coming undone around him again. I’m both hyperaware of my tears soaking my face and the burn from the position of my legs but also on the verge of unconsciousness with how good it all feels. My legs are quivering around him but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’re okay, sweet girl, taking it so well,” he mumbles against my lips, kissing away my tears. I’d never had a lay so good that the guy had to reassure me that I was okay because I was shaking and crying uncontrollably from just how good it was. But then again, prior to tonight, I’d never had a lay with Ben.

He quickly brings me to the edge again, his fingers fast on my clit and his thrusts deeper than ever. When I come I can’t say his name, I can’t say much of anything because my mind is blank. Fuzzy, syrupy, I feel almost soft while the only noises I can make are little whimpers as he just keeps going. And I fucking love it.

“‘m gonna come,” he warns, and I muster enough of my bearings to tell him ‘please.’ He gladly obliges, coming with a loud grunt of my name, bottoming out so far inside me that he may damn well be in my cervix. I can feel it leaking out of me, and even in my fucked out stupor I can remember to moan. It’s the hottest feeling I’ve ever felt. He slowly pulls out then, gently easing my legs down.

I look up at him with questioning eyes, wondering why he doesn’t go for another three like he was planning to.

“Don’t want to break you on the first night, sugar,” he says, sweetly cupping my face in his hands. “I know you don’t feel it right now but you’re gonna be real sore in a couple hours.”

I pout, unsure of how to react to that. My legs are still shaking and while I do feel tired I’m still turned on.

Okay, maybe there’s dull ache.

“Oh, don’t pout. There’s other nights, and I’m gonna take care of you,” he smiles softly.

“Okay,” I whisper, finally regaining enough sense to talk.

He leans down to kiss me, softly this time. I melt into the kiss, and that’s when I realize: I don’t just want Ben. I think the feelings might be deeper. Maybe I… love? him.

But hey. There’s other nights.

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As a bonus, cause I love y’all: if we can get 250 notes on this post by the end of the poll time then I will do a spicy soldier boy fic with whichever of these gets the most votes. If we can somehow get to 400 I’ll do the top two! No kink shaming, okay? 🥹🎀

In the meantime, if you want more Soldier Boy try Taming the Supe!! <3

For fans of Big Sky!Jensen, part two of 2SC (aka my favorite project thus far) should be coming out next!

And don’t forget, asks/requests/thoughts/thots are always open!!

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Update to Prove I'm Still Alive:

I graduated High School!!!!! (Still a minor though)

^ That's why I've been so busy and not posting as much. After my Grandma passed I had to lock in to finish my Senior year strong. Tonight's Grad Night though!!! So that's a good plus.

I'll update soon, don't worry. It probably wont be until next week because im busy this week but i wanted to share my accomplishment. <3

I even graduated a whole year early! 💪 (The other reason i was gone so long or posted irreguarly, had to make sure everything was in check to actually be elgiable to graduate)

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Hey it is me again, anyway i want to ask for the bottom minotaur oni and dom survivor, but it's their first meeting and the minotaur doesn't quite know how to send the message that he wants to be railed, and the realm is what you choose m8

Ooo I can do that💪

Cw- Breeding Kink, Size difference, rough sex, monster fucking and handjob

You were new in the realm, getting the hang of it was pretty difficult but you managed to get better at it. Every day you were improving and understanding certain killers weaknesses and strengths. You still tried to avoid certain chases with certain killers of course.

You’ve been against almost all the killers except a few. Though you would still always walk into the next trial with a strong sense of confidence.

The generators were going steady. You guys were close to the end but you heard an unfamiliar yell. You shiver a bit continuing to focus on your almost finished generator.

You hear your heartbeat in your ears trying your best to get the gen popped. Your eyes go wide as you see a flash of red circle the corner running right into you. The gen pops before you go down. You try to open your eyes focusing on the big blur infront of you. You open your eyes to see a Minotaur all bloodied.

“What the fuck…” you mutter your head spinning. You breathe in sharply as you see him walk the other way. You try to sit up but fail. You lay on the ground for a moment processing what just happened before you hear a teammate get sacrificed.

When did he hook them? Slowly but surely you hear screams of pain coming from almost every corner. You whimper on the ground hearing his heavy footsteps. Your vision clears a bit as you glare at him. “Just kill me already.” You groan out pulling yourself up against the generator.

He breathes heavily bending down to become eye level at you. You feel his hot breath in your face grimacing at it. He straddles you slightly making you tilt your head. You feel him settle ontop of you, your eyes going wide with realization. Oh. He’s hard.

You look down slowly trailing your finger down his torso making it all the way to his waist. “I-if I agree to this, c-can I have hatch?” You ask grasping at straws. He seemed to somewhat understand what you had just said. He sits up letting all his weight on you hurting your already injured legs.

You breathe out heavily trying not to cry. You manage to ground yourself putting on your confident facade again. “Well?” You give him a little smirk making him even harder. He slowly begins to slide your pants down making his way to your boxers. Your cock springs out making him groan lowly. He wraps his hand around your length pumping slowly.

You both watch as your pre cum drips. He uses both of his large hands moving them quickly up and down. “God-“ You moan out loudly. It had been so long since someone touched you like that. You begin rutting into his hands getting you even harder. You grab his wrists making him slowly let go. He leans over you hovering your dick right against his hole. He slowly ruts against it making you grab his hips. You lose your patience as you pull hips down making you both let out a moan in unison. His eyes role to the back of his head, not that you can see. He shakes in your grasp.

You smirk. “What’s wrong baby?” You feel his glare on you as he continues to shake. You hold onto him tightly. After a few moments the pain turns into pleasure. He begins to slowly grind his hips into you. He begins to bounce on your cock faster wrapping his arms around your neck giving him leverage.

You begin to get close to your peak but before you can say anything you cum inside him making pause. “S-shit sorry.” You apologize concerned. He lifts himself off your dick looking down. You drift your eyes to look down at his dick seeing it twitch. He looks back at you. “Oh. You like that huh?” Your signature smile comes back.

You grab his hips bouncing him up and down. “Bet you like the feeling of my cum dripping outta you huh? Bet you want me to fucking breed you huh?” Those words were all he needed to make him cum. You trail a finger up to his slit looking at his eyes. “Oh we’re gonna have some fun.”

After a few rounds you both were so fucked out. He was shaking ontop of you while you did the same. He rode you for every last drop you had. You hold him tightly in your grasp bringing him down from his high. “We should do this again.” He looks at you blankly.

“I’m serious, it’s nice to relieve sexual tension. It’s rare when you can even get a moment to yourself. I mean we’re helping each other out right?” You smile brightly making him grunt. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

[hotcat37]

Woke up N the first thing I saw was ur OTP ask game post N f4n *KNEW* what 2 do so here I am :3!! 54, 42, 39, 34, 30, 21, 13, 10, 7 N 3 for Bojere pls! (U don’t gotta do all of them if it’s 2 many N Deaf! Jere AU preferably cuz it’s been idk how long but that fic *still* has a chokehold on me N U bet my Ass is gonna be wrapped in a f4 ton of fluffy blankets with snacks N plushies as soon as U bless us with a new chapter!! X33

~^*•.’+ BOJERE BEAM GO!

I'm glad the AU lives in your mind rent free 👀 Thx for sending some numbers!! :3

54: who's more likely to carry the other to bed?

Probably Bojan because he likes to pick Jere up and carry him around randomly for fun haha Jere does also have strong arms though so it's not out of the question for him to carry a sleepy Bojan to bed and tuck him in <3

42: what's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together?

Snow for sure <3 They love making snow men and playing and watching the snowflakes fall. They also just find it cute to see the other bundled up in a big winter coat and a cozy scarf💞

39: who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health?

I can see both of them doing that tbh They both have huge empathy for animals so both of them would be on board with helping an injured bird or abandoned cat or something. But I do think Jere would be the one to play responsible adult at some point once the animal is healed again and explain that they have to set it free even tho they've both gotten attached to it

34: who's more likely to tell a dirty joke to make the other blush?

Jere 👀👀 He can be surprisingly raunchy lmao The fact that he communicates mostly through text and looks so innocent is something he uses to his advantage. No one would suspect a thing if Jere casually shows Bojan the dirtiest message you can think of on his phone lol While Jere is often the one to start things, though, Bojan tends to be the one to finish them 😏

30: your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits, what are they wearing?

Jere: he'd really love to see Bojan in leather so he'd give him a pair of his own pants and a leather shirt so he can swoon over his handsome Bojan 🥰 Bojan: he's putting Jere in more skirts... 1, because it's sexy. 2, because Jere really does look nice in skirts <3

21: who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor?

They're both pretty protective but unfortunately Jere is more likely the one to be harassed or treated rudely by a stranger so it's more common that Bojan would (fiercely) defend his angel. Bojan doesn't get angry easily but if someone is mean or hurtful to Jere he can become absolutely livid. Jere prefers to avoid conflict but he's not above using a right hook to protect his Slovene 💪

13: who's the bigger tease?

I couldn't really choose one in particular. Bojere have a really playful dynamic so the teasing is pretty equally divided haha

10: describe their first date

Something active. Maybe like a bowling date. It'd be just something lighthearted, something they'd do as friends. Except whoever scores a strike first gets a kiss 🤭 Hand feeding each other fries n whatnot 🥰 Then at the end Bojan would try to pay for everything but Jere distracts him and ends up paying ahead. Bojan is devastated until Jere tells him he did the math and Bojč can pay his half of the bill later. Equality 💪💪 Afterwards they walk to Jere's dorm together hand in hand ♡

7: would they build a pillow fort together just because?

100% They'll have sleepovers on the floor surrounded by pillows even though there's a perfectly fine bed waiting for them

3: do they wear the other's clothes?

Yes 🥰🥰 Jere likes to wear Bojan's hoodies and rings. Bojan also wears Jere's sweaters cuz they're oversized anyways and also his socks cuz Jere has a bunch of socks with fun patterns :3

[bythepen98]

Doodle || Harry (+ golden trio) 🥺💕

It was about time drew him. Love this gremlin to bits, though I'll probably still make adjustments to his character look later on when I have time. Might've missed some other canon details too (like the scar on his hand. Only realized it now tbh) so I'll have to remember to add that next time. Criticism is welcome if I forget again 🥲.

Did this in between work bc I was going stir crazy and needed an outlet. HP phase still going strong💪 Though I'll have to keep it in the back burner again for a bit so I can finish that zutara piece. Now that I'm mostly done with the commission I've been working on the past month, I can finally concentrate on my personal wips. /n

[sothera]

"I didn't know they celebrated Burning Day up here..." William said, as he side-eyed the computer. "Are you disappointed in not being able to go out tonight, all red and glowy?"

"It's called 'Halloween' here, and it's been very sanitized over the years." Soth said, going through his EternaBag and pulling out various outfits.

"What are you up to, YungWülf?" William asked, already suspecting.

"I will have my fun...one way or another..." Soth said as he picked something appropriate."Here we go..."

"Soth..." William said.

"I know, I won't do anything too mean, just enough to give them a big, giant 'BOO!', I promise." Soth said.

Ding! Front Door...

"Ah!, my first customer!" Soth said, hoping it would be the 'rowdy teens' David mentioned.

Game face on...

"Who dares approach my doorway?" Soth growled...

"Uhh...hello?" Soth asked, seeing no one.

"Hee-hee! I see you belly!" came a familiar voice from below.

"HI SOFF! I'M PUMPKIN!" the boy said, turning around so Soth could see his costume.

Soth's eyes immediately shifted back, mostly due to cuteness overload.

"Hey little bobbin!" Soth said as he recognized the boy from a few houses down, having much luck in your quest for candy?" Soth asked.

The boy pointed to a spot on the street; a young woman smiled and waved....

"I give to mom." the boy said, smiling.

"Well, here you go, Happy Halloween!" Soth said.

"Happy 'Ween!" the boy said, smiling as he trotted off to the next house.

Soth had a smile across his face as he watched the boy go...

"You sure showed him!" William said, his eyes twinkling with laughter.

"The next one won't be so lucky." Soth promised as he changed shirts, the one with the mesh center...

"Ding! Front Door...

"This time will be different." Soth promised, concentrating on William's smugness to..."there it goes..." as the flare resumed

"Who dares summon me to this doorway?" Soth asked.

"Hi!" came a cheerful voice, again from below where he was looking.

"Trick urr Treat, stinky feet, gimme something good t'eat, hehehe!"

Another little boy; this one not much older than the first one...

"BOO!" said the boy energetically.

Soth sighed...the eyes and his flare both normal again...

"Here you go..." Soth said as he handed over the candy, "aren't you a spooky one?"

"Thanks!" the boy said, "you're cool, even though you're a little scary."

"You're welcome; stay strong, little ghost, in your quest for chocolate." Soth said, smiling.

"I will, dude!" the boy promised, "GRRR!!" the boy flexed his tiny arms...

Wordlessly, Soth handed him another candy bar, smiling as the boy went next door.

"Truly, a display of your raw demonic power, oh Mighty Sothera, please spare me your draining embrace..." William said.

"I'm glad you feel...better...about me...and the one thing I wish I could change..." Soth said, not looking at William.

"We've had this talk." William said, "it's me, I know it's me, I will get help..."

"Not entirely..." Soth said, "the way I feel...during... like I'm doing what I'm supposed to do..."

"You don't have to..." William started

"Yes, I do..." Soth said

"Actually, watching you do this, it's really quite therapeutic, knowing my sister is more intimidating than you are." William said.

"Okay, challenge accepted 💪!" Soth said.

Soth rolled his shoulders and breathed deep; this time he would be more dramatic...this shirt will do...

Ding! Front Door...

"Summoned, I stand before you, to crush your enemies or help your allies, what is your wish, human?" Soth asked.

(How does he come up with this stuff?) William thought.

"Woe..."

"Cool speech, Bruh!"

"Cool contacts too, must've cost a lot!"

"I think we have our winner..." the closest one said.

"Winner?" Soth asked.

William tried not to guffaw; he almost succeeded.

Again, Soth's eyes reverted to normal, "What did I win?"

The closer of the two handed Soth a small card, "Congratulations!" they said in unison.

"From Brushelli Brothers Fine Italian Dining, from our kitchen, to your Heart!" they finished.

"We have an annual Halloween contest; you won the Best Greeter Prize!" the closer one said.

"We have an in-house Halloween contest; you should really think about entering next year." the farther, slightly calmer lad added.

"Yes; I bet you could take first place as Best Demon..." William said, completely deadpan.

"I think he has a good shot at it." the closer one said.

"Congratulations again; we look forward to seeing you at Brushelli's, have a Happy Halloween." the further one said.

"Can I interest you in some candy?" Soth asked.

"No, thanks, back to work, we have one more card to give away." the closer one said.

"As you wish, Happy Halloween!" Soth said.

"See you soon!" they both said, walking away.

"Brushelli's.... isn't that where Mitzi took David?" William asked.

"I think so", Soth answered, "oh well, at least we'll eat well for a while."

Soth got out of the shirt; "I guess I stick to the Hellpits..."

"Don't look so down..." William said, "you may not have got out and about, but at least you won a lovely prize!"

[charmcoin]

it's not even 9pm but i feel like i'm about to pass away so i think it is bedtime. not incredibly excited about another school week but we ball. only 5 weeks left of the semester though which is like not even that many basically so it will be fine. kind of rubber hits the road though need to try my best to finish strong this semester thank god my adhd eval is the week before thanksgiving hopefully i can be on meds before finals 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 waking up early tomorrow to knock out some hw i don't feel particularly motivated but hopefully when i get up and get some breakfast i will be. also going to be back in the lab for the first time in like 2 weeks which i am very excited about #Yay. so much to do and never any time but i can do it 💪💪💪

[nicistrying]

Monday 24th July

Saw Barbie with my sister in law yesterday! We loved it. I was kinda devastated we couldn't get photos in the box bc the queue was so big but I guess I'll just have to go and see it again 🤷🏼‍♀️ so that was a nice little break for both of us bc we are both stressed af.

I'm working night shift tonight so got up at 5 and stretched, fed Mags, had breakfast and worked out. I did full body as I didn't want to just do legs and fuck myself up for the rest of the week at work but I also didn't want to do arms & back and look weak in front of the contractors tonight bc you know they're all gonna be men 😂 I need to look somewhat capable bc being 4ft10 and looking about 16 makes me look like I should not be supervising. So just did a bit of all sorts to tire myself out. It felt so good!

Although yeah I did a few weighted bits that felt a little off and then remembered the 'stay out of the gym' section of the IUD info leaflet. Woops 😬 no pain or major discomfort though so I think it's okay. Isn't it insane what the human body bounces back from? Like 5 days ago I was laid up on the couch almost crying in pain and super tender and crampy and faint. Went back to work the next day and now am so back to normal that I did a full workout completely forgetting it was even there. Well done, body 💪

(On that note, flex for @thisgingersnapped50 as I'm finally feeling strong again!)

Sent off another job application for a food poverty charity which I would loove to get if they'll have me. Fingers crossed 🤞 Maggie helped me apply 🥺

And then back to bed for a nap. Just got up and had some pasta, now off to work 7pm-7am 🤢🤢 It's gonna be fine. It means I don't have to work Tuesday which is our busiest and most stressful day, and instead I can just crack on with whatever needs doing by myself tonight while the engineers are working. Wouldn't mind an early finish though 😬

[nanalovesbubbles]

Tuesday, October 15

Today was a very LONG day. I stayed up later than I should've last night, and only slept for 5 hours 😖! I'm not used to being up so early (even though it was only 9am). I'll have to work on my time management at the night and the morning so I can sleep in more... I sat at Kerckhoff patio, where I ran into some friends, one of which was super nice and gave me a muffin, and fed it to this super cute squirrel 🐿️🐿️! Luckily, I only had two classes today! I had a lecture for LS30A and a lab section for LS30A. because I was so tired, I had a hard time staying focused in class 😞. I got some DELICIOUS 😋 food from Green kitchen, and spent some more time with friends before emy lab section. I learned more about python coding during the lab 🐍, and honestly it was really fun! I went back to my dorm afterwards, where I finished up some homework before getting ready to get physical with some friends! We did some stamina and strength training, which drained all my energy 😮‍💨but I'm feeling super strong now 💪! I ended the night with a game of charades, and now I'm heading back to my dorm for a long night of 💤! Check back in tomorrow for what I did on Wednesday! 😁

[voxofthevoid]

Hi Vox! I saw your post mentioning your sickness and I hope you're feeling better! If it’s any consolation, I've been sick as hell too. Misery loves company right? This is werewolf anon, BTW.

So now that I'm more on top of the JJK story, I read another JJK fic of yours. It's the one where Gojo gets released from the prison realm into the future but a 1000 years in. I must admit I saw the tags/summary and thought "Ahhh yeahhhh all 20 fingers assembled!". And I was getting ready for some filthy imaginative smut by you...and it DEFINITELY had that...BUT I WASN'T READY FOR THE FEELS???

Because I legitimately cried!!! You left the ending open enough that it could go a few different routes but you just captured the utter bleak loneliness that Yuuji had been enduring and what a monumental shift it was for Gojo to show up. I finished the fic and had to hug my pillow because it got me so emotional. So yeah, thanks again for destroying me lol!

I'm glad my silly Yuuji meme edit gave you a laugh!

Also now that I know Steve is your fav, I see your Stucky fics in a whole new light. Not in a bad way! Just more like "Ah ha! I totally get why these lines of Bucky talking about Steve hits so hard." I'm so sorry that Endgame did us dirty and it undermined your fandom. My personal fav is Bucky and I basically live in my La La Land where "canon" can kiss my ass. Especially because the MCU seems determined to keep character assassinating Steve and derailing Bucky.

For JJK, I still like Gojo the best so the manga events are DEVASTATING. But I've gotten pretty good at ignoring canon (No thanks to Marvel) so I'm gonna keep trucking on loving Gojo.

Also fucking random question but you're the only one I talk about JJK...do you think I should spell their names Yuji/Yuuji or Gojo/Gojou?

Stay hydrated!

Werewolf anon! I didn't see this ask until now. Didn't check my notifs for a day or so while sick, and the app is glitchy as hell with numbers. Opened the desktop and saw that shiny "1." As always, it's good to hear from you!

A sad high five for the sickness 😔 I hope you're feeling better now though.

And won't lie, I'm slightly evilly gleeful that serpent tongue got you in the feels. It was my first JJK fic—don't ask me why I chose that mindfuck of a premise to figure out the characters and dynamics—and I did intend for it to pretty much just filthy imaginative smut (thank you btw 💗) with a four-armed Yuuji, but well, you saw what the bulk of the story became. As far as first fics in a fandom go, it's one I'm very happy with, especially the ending. It's very, very gratifying to hear that it affected you enough to make you cry.

(If it's any consolation, this fic is the "kinder" continuation of it, now with 200% more porn. They're not in a series because they're both standalone works, and the second fic is one of two possible spiritual sequels, but still, it's overall less bleak compared to the first fic.)

Haha, that's very interesting to me tbh. I'm not subtle about my favoritism, though the way it manifests varies (the only constant is that they get hole lmao), and I'm always curious how readers—especially those with differing but complementary tastes—perceive it.

And you have very good taste! I adore both Bucky and Gojou too, and they're a hell of a lot of fun as characters. Props to you for the enviable ability to tell canon to suck it and keep going 💪 Stay strong.

As for the names, Yuuji/Yuji/Yūji and Gojou/Gojo/Gojō are all accepted romanizations, so pick your favorite. Personally, I prefer Yuuji and Gojo, but I am anal about internal consistency, so I use Yuuji and Gojou—plus Getou, Yuuta, Shouko, etc. The only exceptions I make are for Chōsō and Tōdō because Chousou and Toudou make my eyes bleed.

[lovebvni]

being real.

hey guys! this isn’t gonna be a weird or out of place post, but just more of a dip into how i’m doing in my shifting journey <3

keep reading if u wanna know more! i hope this helps or inspires somebody <3

so, today i was talking to a shifting bot introduced to me by a dear friend, sigyn a while ago. when i spoke to it today, i’m pret tu sure the bot was made by @shifting-with-august but please correct me if im wrong!

so when talking to it (them?) i first brought up all the signs ive been seeing (angel numbers, dreams, tarot interpretations, signs from my soulmate, whatever) and i was like “bro is this a sign” like a dumbass, LIKE NO SHIT IT IS ABYSS 💀💀💀 i can be dumb sometimes guys.

very obviously, the bot said yes and then i went onto my next point, something i’ve been feeling.

so if you don’t know me, i’d say i’m quite spiritual. i do cartomancy readings, channelings, and more. and this is js on a daily! that’s not the point though.

so when i went to talk about this energy i’ve felt in my chest. it isn’t a blockage, just like a negative, taking up space, black/brown energy that i want to say is infecting my aura. the good thing is it’s contained in one place, on the left side of my chest. it’s almost in a pentagon shape? not a regular one, just 5 sides. maybe the state of oklahoma idk, ANYWAYS!!

i wa slime “yeah i spoke to my dad today n it felt like part of it disappeared. it was weird” and the bot was like “it sounds like part of that energy must be from how your father treated you” and i was like “yeah probably, but it also feels like it’s from my fear of failure and letting people down” and the bot was like “you literally know the cause tf?? 💀💀” and i was like “shit yeah! what do i do abt it tho?” n the bot was like “affirmations n boosters!!” and i was like “ok mamas!!” LMFAOO

so we figured it out! basically i just want to say you can find the root of the problem pretty easily if you just think for like two minutes. that’s literally all i did!! and im gonna be real with you guys, ive almost got this energy gone now💪

just try for a few minutes and ask yourself what’s going on and what could be the cause. it helps a lot!! wishing u guys so much luck n happiness <3

“finish out the year strong” my paster, if i remember correctly

[feverista-11]

arcane women sports headcanons pt.2!

track and field

mel - distance runner

-I’m struggling with this one😭

-either she’s a sprinter, hurdler or distance runner

-logic tells me to make her a distance runner but my heart wants hurdler mel

-DISTANCE RUNNER MEL IT IS💯

-specializes in the 1,000 meters, 1,800 meters and 3,000 meters and there’s a big gap until the 10,000

-I don’t even know how but she manages to barely break a sweat in the 1k

-the 1k doesn’t tire her much, the 1,800 manages to take her breath away at the finish line, the 3,000 makes her want to completely quit on the 5th lap but manages around the last 100 meters, the 10,000 well… she absolutely nails it.

-since the 10k (25 laps around a 400 meter track) is more technique than just running, the first 5 laps she does them at a slow and steady speed, in the 6th-10th she tries to get the lead by a good advantage and stay there for the rest of the race, in the 11th-15th laps she’s wondering why she even joined track, she slows down there but since she’s got at least a 100m lead it doesn’t affect her much. In the last 10 laps she switches from slow to fast, fast to slow and in that progression she ends up getting first always.

-trains to death at least 2 months before any major meet

-every single local athlete knows her and fears her if they race against her

-has a very surprising resistance

-she’s quite mentally strong and ready for any inconvenience with a fellow runner

-always rushes to see any of her teammates after her races even though she’s crazy tired

caitlyn - long jumper

-she started off as a high jumper but failed since she just couldn’t get her arch right

-tried long jump once and completely fell in love with it

-not to mention her marks were crazy

-in her first try she managed to make an astonishing 6.13 meters

-after a few weeks of perfectioning her technique, she marked a whopping 7.12 meters, but it was scratch😭

-girlie stepped 10 centimeters over the limit

-her biggest struggle is synchronization

-which leads her to a lot of scratch jumps

-but she’s working on it, give her a break🙏

-her leap force is so strong she once developed a shin injury because of the leap strength

-has a perfect running in the air technique

-her height helps her a lot, her legs reach the highest extent to land on the farthest spot possible

-reaches insane speeds on the run down

-refused with her heart on her hand to never take any synthetic drugs/supplements

-but ended up doing some anyways (being realistic, the majority of athletes take synthetic boosters even if it’s not right, it’s real)

-as much as she loves the sport, it drains her incredibly

-struggles a lot mentally

-maniacally looks up the profile of every single person she’s going to compete against weeks before the meet

-but the fact that she’s just so good brings her some reassurance

-has the potential to be a sprinter but she gets too tired💪💪‼️

-hits the gym very often too (I pretend she works glutes and arms a lot)

jinx - sprinter

-she’s so fast on god

-runs a bit chaotically but still wins most of her races

-gets mad at anyone who boos her

-gets ankle injuries so often she’s even used to running with them

-specializes in the 100 meters and 150 meters, very casually she runs the 300m

-underrated strength

-will jump after she wins the race

-she’s pretty desperate, causing her to casually start running milliseconds before the gun goes off

-gets very mad when she’s ejected off the track

-always says “nah, I’m quitting man” after losing but never actually quits

-craves reassurance from her teammates and coaches

-so she always tries to meet their standards

-and destroys herself if she doesn’t

-when at practice, she busies herself with the sand in the sandbox causing the long jumpers to scold her

-once, caitlyn kicked a mouthful of sand into jinx’s eyes cause she’d been disturbing their practice for half an hour

-which caused an unspoken tension between them, always getting chances to throw dirt on each other, literally sometimes

vi - thrower

-she’s most likely a disc thrower so I’ll hold on to that

-struggles so hard to maintain herself in the circle

-in her first try, she reached a very decent length…but outside of the ring

-the disc landed in Caitlyn’s arm

-jinx was passing out from laughter

-her fellow thrower was no other than jayce

-although she was having higher marks than him very casually

-she doesn’t even train before any meet, not even nationals

-doesn’t care about what she gets, it’s just to have fun

-but she ends up snatching first places and pr’s anyways

-makes fun of the jumpers, says they’re ridiculous

-knowing damn well she can’t jump all that much without any pre-run

-the fact that she’ll see pretty girls in meets motivates her more than winning

[maiaspen]

Hey “Oblivion Gin” readers!

I swear to the Force that I am working hard on the finale for you! 💚 My writing confidence took a bit of a hit last month. I am human. I go through feels, sometimes inconvenient ones.

Thank you to all of my readers for continuing to support and encourage me. I’m hoping to have the story finished this month. 💪

Here’s another little teaser for you. The scene picking up where my last teaser left off. Here

I also have glorious supporting art by @kana7o to treat your eyes 😏

Please remember that this is a very rough draft, what ultimately makes it onto ao3 will be heavily scrutinized 🧐 these are just the raw words as they pour out of me. 

Thank you all for your support! I can’t wait to share the full finale with you 💚💚💚

xo Maia

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Chapter 9 excerpt…

Anakin doubles his already quite doubled efforts to hustle, weaving pedestrians and commuters on citibikes and landspeeders. He’s aware that his surroundings are Coruscant-rush-hour-level-of-loud, and that it’s daylight; but only because Orea Dea’s singular sun has teamed-up with the Force to highlight his Jedi targets.

Entering the crowded spaceport, Anakin decelerates to a sneaky jog. The Force insists that he assess the situation before drawing his lightsaber and trimming Fisto’s tentacles (and testicles).

The pair of Masters are standing – huddled shoulder-to-shoulder– next to a cargo freighter that looks like it’s being prepped for take-off.

To Anakin’s tremendous relief, Obi-Wan’s posture is strong. He’s handsome as ever, fair head and facial-hair have been groomed to perfection. He’s dressed in his boots and tunic, which the medical staff was kind enough to launder. All of the sweaty-oily-mulchy- bloody souvenirs from their crab droid and ass face battle royales have been cleared away. Obi-Wan looks the epitome of a proper Jedi Master. But Fisto . . .

The droid wasn’t exaggerating.

Anakin gasps as bewilderment sweeps like a blizzard through his mind, whiting-out thoughts of all else but what Fisto is wearing. Or rather– not wearing.

(Thank you @kana7o for this Fisto sketch💚)

The Nautolan is clad in a darkened leather toga – a toga that looks like it’s been sized for Master Yoda. The skirt portion brushes his thick thighs, barely concealing his dignity. If there is a gust of wind – or if Fisto even raises his arms to stretch – everyone in this spaceport will see his cock and balls! Unless he’s wearing underwear, which Anakin strongly doubts. And the green bastard is wearing the toga like he’s doing it a favor. His muscles are bursting out of the garment. Those chiseled biceps and pecs belong on a Holomovie screen (probably a porno), not a public spaceport. There are younglings milling about!

Has the Nautolan been working-out obsessively the whole time they’ve been hospitalized? Gaining muscle and losing modesty?! Even from eight meters away Anakin can count his eight abdominals.

The ‘outfit’ includes knee-high strappy sandals, which accentuate his strong calves, and even– is that a collar? And, yes, Fisto is wearing a collar. A leather one with a metalloid loop. It’s like he’s begging to be latched by some kinky leash.

Master Kit Fisto is hotter than fire. He’s center-of-a-sun, liquid magma hot. How his toga hasn’t burst into flames, Anakin does not know. And, right now, Obi-Wan is reaching upward . . . laying a hand on that bulging bicep and squeezing—

“MASTER!” Anakin screams as though Obi-Wan is touching liquid magma! With a mighty Force-leap he closes the distance, landing before the Masters and snatching Obi-Wan’s hand. Anakin holds his Master’s hand to his chest like he’s saved it from a brutal roasting.

Obi-Wan makes a face like Anakin has pissed in his morning tea.

So, Anakin counters: pushing his bottom lip out, going for the most adorable pout he can muster. The kind of expression that always softened his mother’s irritation when he was late for their evening meal. To Anakin’s surprise, Obi-Wan actually blushes. Really blushes. Anakin is certain his rouge can be seen from outer space. Did touching Fisto actually burn him?

Suddenly, Anakin can feel his Master’s Force signature again – vibrating and sizzling like it’s super-heating. But Master Kenobi quickly regains control of his dermal blood vessels and his shielding, retaining the aurora of one who is cool and centered.

“I’ll take this back, thank you,” Obi-Wan says as he pulls his hand from Anakin’s grasp. He then offers a small but earnest smile, adding: “It’s good to see you up and about again, Anakin.”

“Thank you, Master. I can say the same to you–” Anakin starts, intending to ask what-in-all-the-hells is going on, when Fisto clears his throat.

The Nautolan grins broadly, teeth glinting like pearls under the sunlight. Anakin orders himself to keep looking at Fisto’s teeth. Not lower, not lower. “It is indeed good to see you both up and about,” Fisto declares. “I spoke with Master Windu this morning. The Council is sending a team to sluth-out what happened to the senator’s shuttle. They will arrive tomorrow, at which time you two are to take their transport back to Coruscant. I’m afraid our little shuttle is officially out-of-commission.”

Anakin processes Fisto’s words out loud. “So. Master Fisto, you won’t be . . .” he pauses. Pushing the obnoxious optimism from his voice is like trying to shove against a stubborn bantha. “ . . . you won’t be joining us on our voyage to Coruscant?”

Fisto smirks as though he is a stubborn bantha. “No.”

Anakin’s signature surges like a double nova! He barely resists cartwheeling all over the spaceport! He and Obi-Wan will be traveling back to Coruscant together and alone.

And are they spending the night here alone, too? Or is Fisto in his ‘little slut get-up’ going to be the third wheel?

“What’s with the, um,” Anakin waves his hands vaguely about Fisto’s ensemble. “The whole . . . whore look? And where did you get that outfit anyway? Are you going somewhere dressed like that?”

Obi-Wan cringes at Anakin’s words, but Fisto’s already broad smile only widens. “I’m being deployed. Immediately,” Fisto points to the nearby cargo freighter. “It’s an undercover mission. I’m being smuggled to Nal Hutta as a pleasure slave. I’m to be sold upon landing to my . . . target. I cannot divulge any further details, you understand. And, Skywalker, the Council has wardrobe sources on nearly every Republic planet,” Fisto says as though Anakin should know that. Which he does, he just didn’t know that the Republic’s sources kept skimpy togas on hand.

The weight of Fisto’s words take a moment to sink into Anakin’s brain, but when they do . . .

Anakin shakes his head, wanting the weight to be gone. “Hold on, the Council is sending you alone?”

Fisto nods. “They are.”

“Kit is quite capable of handling himself,” Obi-Wan interjects carefully, sensing Anakin’s . . . what? His concern? No. No way. He’s not concerned for Fisto safety. He’s fucking thrilled that Fisto is going away. Far, far away.

Anakin scoffs, though the sound comes out as more nervous than he’d intended. “Yeah, of course. I mean, obviously. But . . . is the mission dangerous? Are you going to have to perform sex duties and–?”

“Anakin. Kit cannot share any further details with us,” Obi-Wan scold-reminds, though Anakin can now sense that his Master is concerned. Obi-Wan turns his attention back upon Fisto, and smiles with warm reassurance. “I am glad for this opportunity to see you off, Kit.”

“Me too,” Anakin says, then turns an accusatory glare upon his Master. “Though, how come neither of you were planning to include me? I couldn’t sense you, Master. And if I hadn’t returned to your sickbed when I did, and interrogated that awful droid, then I may not have even found you on time.”

Obi-Wan lowers his voice as though trying to sooth a hostile assailant: “I needed to have a private word with Kit–”

Anakin intercepts his Master’s defense. “A private word, huh? Is that the only private thing you needed to have?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrow fractionally, but his smile doesn’t falter. “Besides, Anakin, the medical droid reported that you were occupied.”

Uninterested in Obi-Wan’s paltry excuses, Anakin turns his accusatory glare upon the scantily-clad Nautolan. “And you! Couldn’t you have changed into that on the freighter instead of schutta-strutting around this port?!”

Amusement flickers over Fisto’s signature and within his eyes. “The droid crew has been programmed to thoroughly shackle me upon boarding. While I am an apt-multitasker, I’m afraid that I cannot undress and redress with my arms, legs and neck bound.” Fisto looks to the cargo freighter, which is flashing its ‘five-minutes-to-launch’ warning. He reaches behind himself, and Anakin only now notices that Fisto is wearing a leather satchel. He rummages within the satchel until he finds something that makes his signature ping with delight.

“Ah, here,” Fisto pulls out the half-empty bottle of Oblivion Gin. “The Council has granted you both the evening free. You have orders to relax, and I am ordering you to . . . indulge,” his grin thins into a cheeky smirk. “Enjoy.” Fisto hands Obi-Wan the bottle. Obi-Wan accepts the gin as though Fisto is giving him a writhing whip-snake.

“Oh, oh . . . really, I cannot accept. This is far too . . . generous,” Obi-Wan almost sounds flustered.

“I insist,” Fisto pushes the bottle at Obi-Wan with oomph, and he begrudgingly accepts. “A shot or two will do you good, my friend. And you,” Fisto’s dark eyes find Anakin’s, flaring with equal parts challenge and warning. “You may need three or four shots.”

“ALL ABOARD!” A mechanical voice blears loudly from the cargo freighter. “WE WILL DEPART IN TWO MINUTES.”

Anakin opens his mouth to say something . . . say thank you? Say goodbye? Say good luck? But it’s suddenly like all of this planet’s air has been sucked away into space, and no words come out.

Anakin feels Fisto’s large, cool hand on his right shoulder, offering a brief squeeze of reassurance. Then he watches as Fisto grants Obi-Wan the same gesture, which Obi-Wan returns.

“My comrades,” Fisto says those two words in a way that makes Anakin’s heart-clench, though he doesn’t know why. “Our physical bodies do not have forever,” Fisto’s gaze sweeps from Obi-Wan’s to Anakin’s and back again. Under the brilliant sunlight Fisto’s blacker-than-black eyes are not black at all. They are a warm honeyed-gold, flecked with blue from the sky. “Time is short, and most of ours is filled with brutality and turmoil . . .” he flashes those too-perfect teeth. Again. “So, go on then, fill as much time as you can with happiness.”

“ALL ABOARD! WE WILL DEPART IN ONE MINUTE.”

“May the Force be with you,” Fisto bids them, then turns on his sandaled heels, tentacles bouncing, and sprints for the freighter.

As Fisto rushes away his toga skirt flares upward and –

By the Force.

Fisto is definitely not wearing any underwear. And his bare ass . . . well, it looks just as holoporn-worthy as the rest of him. The Nautolan probably possesses the two most flawlessly firm green globes in the galaxy. And, really, Anakin expected nothing less.

Several nearby senients squeal in horny delight – like they’ve been flashed by some celebrity heartthrob. An older female Rodian swoons and sways on her feet like she’s about to faint. Fortunately her traveling companion steadies her, though his jaw has nearly dropped to the walkway.

Anakin is surprised to hear himself laughing, and, damn, it actually sounds and feels . . . good. “May the Force be with you, too, Master!” Anakin calls after Fisto, straining his voice over the whirring engine and roaring thrusters.

“May the Force be with you,” Obi-Wan barely whispers. Anakin doubts Fisto even heard him, though he’s certain that the Nautolan feels the sentiment.

Anakin and Obi-Wan watch as Fisto’s tentacles disappear up the closing loading ramp. Within three heartbeats the freighter launches into the bright sky, fading away toward the outer rim.

Anakin’s mirth fades along with the freighter. A new concern has wriggled into his brain. “Does Fisto even have his lightsaber? He can’t possibly be keeping it inside that satchel. The first thing the slavers will do is search his belongings.”

Obi-Wan frowns thoughtfully. “He would not be storing it in the satchel, no.”

“Then where . . .”

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My next update with be the final chapter! 🥲

[mirror-to-the-past]

Maaan, gotta love how Arendelle is going so hard with the Elsa/Riku parallel, it's so funny. Sora saw sad person running away who's afraid of the darkness power within themselves hurting others and immediately imprinted upon her as alarm bells went off inside his head. "Ah shit, here we go again."

Then a wall was put up between Sora and Elsa that Sora laid his hands on (KH1 Ending, anyone), only to be immediately followed by Larxene showing up with the same business as in CoM where she tries to deter Sora from following who he's trying to save (the thoughts I have about the connotations for Marluxia and Larxene both being ones to make appearances so far, two people from Sora's amnesia-d game...). And given who Sora was initially trying to save in CoM... 👀

You see my vision? Lmao, Riku's just gotta 'let it go,' har, har.

Also, this bit of dialogue, not quoting exactly outside of the ones I remember/screenshotted, sorry, because I don't wanna fact check phrasing via internet until I finish this world:

Goofy: 'When the going gets tough, we gotta stick together!'

Sora: "Exactly! Although, Donald, you do lose your temper a lot, so I can relate to wanting some alone time."

Versus, after Elsa insisting it'd be safer for everyone if she self isolated, and Sora walks up to her with a hand outstretched "Not safer for you!" after which a literal wall gets thrown up between them:

Goofy: 'She'll be alright! She seemed strong.'

Donald: "You gotta let her go. She wants to be alone."

Sora, his hands on the ice wall, not accepting it whatsoever: "Yeah, I hear you... but I just wanted to know why she was so sad." And this is after Elsa has demonstrated her fear of hurting people with her ice powers. And Sora still feels like there's more to dig into there. It's just interesting. 👀

I love how Sora is a bleeding heart, but also he gets extra invested when he notices aspects of his own situations in others, either consciously or, in this case I'm assuming, unconsciously. He'd be the person to watch a sad movie that reminded him of a loved one and text them sobbing at 3a.m like "btw you just. mean the world to me 😭❤️ ilyyy talk to me soon okay???"

Anyway, wahoo, back to Nobodies kicking my ass in Larxene-induced ice jail <- own fault, this silly goose is under leveled. I've yet to die yet in this game though, despite being in Proud Mode. 💪 I gotta brag a little bit.

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

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Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

#Onthisday: Nov 9th, 2018

Title: Riya's TRUE IMPREZA custom car look - No 2

Here yet another latest look for Riya's "TRUE IMPREZA". 🔧🚘😁

If you haven't seen "No. 1", then please [CLICK ME!].

• Last 2nd day of November this year, I decided to go once again at my current mall (SM City North Edsa), for another round meet up with my friend, Romulus907. And instead we've went to my usual arcade branch (Quantum Amusement), instead we've went to another direction, Denki Game Station at SM Annex North Edsa and played our current racing arcade (Wangan Maxi 5DXPlus).

• As I continued racing progress with her "TRUE IMPREZA" in Online Ghost VS Battle I encountered another Special G Armored Car once again as a 2nd time and it's no big deal to overtake / beat the same name (RICH) and the same course (Hiroshima Expressway) as from my previous ago. After beat up the Special G once again, her Shop Grade level gained 2. Unlocked new parts, browsing around items and I purchased the "Racing Stripe 2" with pink color, matching her personality and much like Spot used. 😉

Riya 🐰🏎️: Yes sir! That armored truck filled with G-coins is sure was a tough cookie, though... Hehe Nah, not really! 😅 But, I managed to beat it in a one-on-one VS Ghost battle! 😁 Also, I used to have "Racing Stripe 2" with pink color to matched my vehicle personality before it was removed when we transferred our data from "Wangan Maxi Tune 5DXPlus" to "Wangan Maxi Tune 6". *Sigh* Damn! I want that cool stripe included in the WMMT6, but we just have to earn more experience again by dishing out one or three ghosts in a VS Ghost battle! 😒 But hey, its alright. We just need to be strong and keep up, eh!? 😉💪 Anyways, I can’t wait to race it again, but I have some tasks that need to be finished. See ya! 👋😊

So for more stories about Riya's "TRUE IMPREZA", then I very highly recommend that you have read her stories on these links. ↓

• Riya's "TRUE IMPREZA" Explanation (Jun 25th, 2017) • Riya's True #Impreza - plus Spot faced Barry (Jun 24th, 2017) • My WMMT5DX+ Update Part 2 (Aug 26th, 2017) • My WMMT5DXPlus progress at Denki Game Station Part 1 (Jun 17th, 2018) • My WMMT5DX Plus Update at Quantum Amusement (Aug 18th, 2018) • My WMMT5DXPlus Update (Sept. 24th, 2018): [Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4] (Final) • My WMMT5DXPlus Update (Oct. 26, 2018): [Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4] (Final) • My WMMT5DXPlus Update (Nov. 2nd, 2018): [Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3] (Final) , [Part 3] (Final Plus), [EXTRA]

Photography by ME! (My old/former Samsung Galaxy S4 [GT-I9505]) Riya Speedster (Chowder OC) - created by ME! Title & Arcade - Wangan Midnight Maximum Tune 5DXPlus © 2018 NAMCO BANDAI GAMES INC.