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gothic-aesthetic-gal · 1 month ago

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Old Scars (Part 3)

Ledger!joker x reader

Fem!reader is kidnapped by the joker and his henchmen while just trying to get a moment's reprieve from her boring, soul-destroying job ✨️

Tw: I mean, we all saw TDK, right? I'd say this is on the same level/rating. Kidnapping, violence, mentions of minor characters (not J) being misogynist/threatening SA, reference to past traumatic injury. Beyond this i'm not sure, i'll update these when I write more.

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Part 3 -

The old apartment block still had its original chimney stacks, so the joker set about haphazardly making a fire. He piled up bits of broken furniture and wood into the brick fireplace and then tossed some kind of accelerant, I wasn't exactly sure what, over the top. Then he patted his pockets, before turning to me.

I realised what he was getting at and slid my hands into the numerous pockets of his jacket.

"Uh, you want the bottom left," he instructed

My fingers closed around a metal lighter which I withdrew. I crossed over to him and instead of handing it over, grabbed the old newspaper from the table.

I bent down by the hearth and began to screw up balls of paper and toss them on top of the wood pile. Once I was satisfied, being very careful not to set fire to my dress, I flicked open the lighter. My thumb sparked the flame on the first try of the wheel, which I was secretly quite pleased with myself for. Leaning forward, I lit the newspaper and watched as it began to catch. Once it did, whatever he had added quickly went up too.

I stood up and extended the lighter to him.

"Starting a fire is easy, but if you don't do it right, it won't last," I offered in explanation.

"Poetic," he mused.

Our hands met as I handed off the lighter; my fingertips brushed against his open palm. I was struck by how human his hands were and couldn't help but stare for a moment in morbid fascination.

He was watching me with an unreadable expression on his face, as he flicked the lid of the lighter closed with a flourish.

He put the lighter into the pocket of his suit trousers and sat down by the fire. I found myself doing the same; I was so desperate for warmth. The flickering orange glow of the flames played across our faces and I wondered if I didn't look almost as disturbing as him right now, between my developing black eye and my rain-streaked makeup.

Something about the total absurdity of the situation struck me all at once. Here I was, with the joker himself, sat next to him and draped in his coat. I began to laugh. I'd survived the accident, and all the mental anguish that followed in its wake, and other than that, I was a total nobody. I was a loner, with a shitty job, a shitty apartment, and no money, adrift in the sewer which was Gotham city. No family, next to no real friends. And now, to top it all off, I might die here and no one would know. Would anyone even notice I was gone?

I laughed until my ribs ached, and then my amusment was quickly replaced by despair. I began to cry. I was cold to my bones, in physical pain, totally dishevelled, and far from home, and all of it was too much. My companion was sat with his back against the side of the couch, elbows resting on his knees as he fidgeted ceaselessly with his hands.

It was like he was constantly ticking over, like he was driven by some kind of machine. He watched me wordlessly as my outburst gave way to silent tears. My mind combed back over the sequence of events that brought me here, and suddenly I remembered the terrified shop girl. She had been kind to me.

"Those people, in the store, I know you don't care, but are they even... alive?" I asked, finally.

He seemed to think on it for a moment.

"Well, that depends really..." he offered, casual in tone.

"On what?"

"On whether the GCPD disarmed them... or dis-armed them," he wheezed with laughter, clearly finding dark humour in my question.

Even though I knew what he was, to be reminded so obviously was still shocking. Jarringly, he sprang to his feet, causing me to flinch.

"If you want to know so badly, why don't we turn on the news, hm?"

He dragged the old miniature tv set over and swept a big cloud of dust away from the screen. After some fiddling with the aerials and the crackling in and out of static, the voice of the newscaster broke through and the picture mostly cleared up.

The news report included security camera footage of us leaving the store. It felt surreal to see what I had lived through playing out in third-person perspective.

"As you can see here, one of the people inside is still missing. This unknown woman was taken hostage by the gang of armed men. Police are urging anyone with information to come forward, as they are concerned for her safety," the newscaster said from her desk.

I couldn't help but huff in disbelief at the idea that the GCPD were really all that concerned with tracking me down. I knew the more likely scenario to be that some middle-aged detective, who thought he knew better, had assumed I was dead by now and was concerned with "more pressing" cases. They would be expecting a body in a purple dress to show up sooner or later.

The joker shot me an interested look.

"You don't have a lot of faith in the good old boys in blue?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Next to none," I murmured.

"But they're going to come and rescue you!" He exclaimed, his voice cracking, mocking in tone.

I pulled the heavy coat tighter around me as I finally began to feel a little less like I was going to die of exposure.

"No, they're not. They don't even know, or care, who I am," I muttered darkly, approaching the TV set.

I saw in the back of the newsreel that the shop girl was being wrapped in a blanket and treated for shock by EMTs. She looked otherwise fine. I sighed in relief and turned the picture off.

"So, Jane Doe, who are you, really?" He asked, in his sing-songy voice.

As his eyes met my own, I thought about how someone had once told me in hostage situations you had better chances of survival if you made your captor more aware of your life, your personality, and your place in the world. The idea being that they will find it harder to kill you if you have fleshed yourself out as more of a 'whole person'. I thought about how this advice was entirely useless with someone like the man stood before me right now.

The joker was not going to be swayed into sympathy for me because he was, most likely, a true psychopath. He would have very little use for an empathy pathway, other than to better appreciate the pain he inflicted and to better manipulate the pawns he saw all around him. What I could do though, was try to make myself more interesting. He clearly had a fascination for me of some kind, and if I could tap into it, maybe, just maybe, I could buy myself enough time to escape. For survival, I was prepared to play the long game.

"Y/n," I answered, only offering up my first name, a compromise between telling the truth and not giving over everything to him.

"Y/n," he echoed in his gravelly voice, "I like that".

"What about you, you must have a name?" I pressed back.

One corner of his mouth twitched upwards into a half-smile.

"You can call me anything you like, doll," he said with a wink.

"So, if you don't have a name, nobody owns you, is that it, or is it just for practical reasons?" I thought aloud.

His cold stare met my own again, sending a fresh chill through my body. He didn't give an answer; it wouldn't be that easy.

"Okay then, I guess I'll just call you J. Keep it simple?"

He nodded as if to say he had no objections.

Not knowing what else to do, I crossed over to the kitchen cabinets and began to investigate their contents. The room was open plan, more of a studio layout type of deal. I found half a bottle of vodka, a tin of peach slices, a fork, and a pack of paper towels, and a few basic medical supplies, which looked suspiciously like they had been swiped from a hospital. I returned with my little magpie haul to my spot next to the fireplace and began to nurse my various wounds.

I tore what was left of the tights so that they stopped at the ankle, and grimaced as I used the cotton swabs and vodka to clean the dirt from my grazed soles.

"What size shoe do you wear?" The Joker asked, watching my latest endeavour.

I felt a strange sense of déja vu, and gave my answer matter of factly. He shuffled off into the other room and I again wondered if I should take the knife from the table, but the same issues still stood in my way.

He soon returned with a pair of black boots in hand and dropped them onto the floor beside me, followed by a pair of thick socks.

"Thanks," I murmured.

When I was done disinfecting, and sticking band aids over the worst of my cuts, I pulled on the socks and army style boots, which were a little on the roomy side but not to the point that it was an issue moving around. Once they were laced up, I set to cleaning my eyebrow, and tried to apply closure strips to hold the skin together. This was very hard to do via touch rather than in a mirror and I began to get frustrated.

"Get up," Joker commanded.

Caught off guard, I slowly got to my feet as he sauntered over.

I flinched as he extended a hand toward me, half expecting to feel a knife slip between my ribs. He roughly grasped my forearm and took the tape strips from my hand, his face conveying a kind of "really?" - Judgement for the way I'd shrunk back from him. I somehow forced myself to relax a little under his grip.

"Look at me," he instructed, once again being a lot more hands-on than anyone with a normal respect for boundaries would.

His free hand tilted my head back so that I was forced to look directly at his painted face. With a look of intense concentration he placed the strips across my split brow, taking care to line them up properly. His actions confused me.

"That guy wasn't wrong, it's probably going to leave a mark," I sighed, "so much for my good eyebrow..."

"It won't be as deep as the others, it will still be your good eyebrow."

"Gee, thanks, that makes me feel so much better," I mumbled sarcastically.

Not entirely knowing what came over me, I tentatively reached out a hand toward his face. He was unusually still for a moment, seeming to allow it. In a kind of morbid fascination and awe I gently touched my finger tips to the left side of his face. I could see that the right side was much cleaner cut, with a neater scar, but the left was a jagged mess. I couldn't imagine the pain an injury like that must have caused, even with my own experience.

"You wanna know how I got 'em?" He asked, clicking his tongue against his teeth.

Of course I did. That was my knee-jerk reaction. The human brain seeking understanding, feeling entitled to know... but almost immediately after it, all the times people had rudely asked me what happened to my face quickly flooded into my head. What they didn't think, or perhaps in some cases didn't care about, was how it made me feel. They decided their curiosity was more important than my privacy and comfort. They decided that I should expect to keep telling that story, because how could I blame them for asking when my face looked this way?

In the end, for fun, sometimes I just made it up. How would they know? Even if the story was outlandish, they wouldn't, and I got to keep the pieces of my soul that I was expected to just give away freely each time.

"No," I responded finally, retracting my hand.

He seemed taken off guard by this, and looked me over with a suspicious squint, before he simply shrugged and returned to his place on the couch, undoing and removing his tie.

I sat back down and cracked open the tin of peach slices. I fished them out with the fork and began to eat them slowly, savouring the sweetness.

"Well, I wonder how long it will take my boss to notice i'm missing," I thought aloud.

"Not long, surely?"

"It depends on how long it takes before she expects me to do another stack of her stupid paperwork. It could be a couple of days."

"That's terrible management".

"Well yeah, welcome to the life of anyone on minimum wage in this cesspit of a city".

"Little cogs in an absurd machine."

I nodded slowly, he wasn't wrong - but even a broken clock is right twice a day.

"I suppose, at least being taken hostage means I won't be dragging myself in to the office tomorrow. Although, I'll probably be fired for the no-show, no-call."

"What is it that you do exactly? It already sounds incredibly dull."

"Admin work mainly, sometimes reception duties. It really is mind-numbingly boring."

"Ah, the cubicle farm? I'll bet it makes you just want to blow your brains out!" He laughed imitating doing just that.

Again, he wasn't entirely incorrect and as much as it felt wrong he had teased a genuine smile out of me. To try and hide it, I ate another peach slice.

In a very fucked up way, there was something oddly liberating about this. It made no sense, as how could being trapped against my will be freeing? But, it was true that I suddenly had no reason to stress about not showing up for work - what was the point when it was out of my hands?

"So," he suddenly clapped his hands together and straightened his posture, "tell me, don't you ever fantasise about setting the place on fire? Blowing it up? How about teaching your boss a lesson?"

"Well, yeah... sometimes. But that doesn't mean i'd actually do any of those things."

"What stops you?"

"I have a conscience, AND it's not worth going to prison over".

He shifted in his seat.

"But, theoretically speaking, if you could do it without consequence, would you?"

"No, I don't think so. Aside from maybe scaring my regional manager 'A Christmas Carol' style... and telling my line manager to go fuck herself."

I got a grin of amusement out of him at this.

"Are you sure?" He asked, drawing out the final syllables.

"No, of course not!" I snorted, "I'm human. No one can say with certainty what they would do, until push comes to shove, but for me it'd have to be a monumental shove to tip me into that sort of criminality."

"You would be surprised how little it takes for so many."

"Disappointed? Sure, but surprised? No. Espescially when money's involved, I see it everwhere. Cops, judges - the mob. If you got money, you're exempt from the rules which govern the rest of us," I shrugged, tapping the fork against the can.

"I like you, peaches; you're awake. Moral code or not, you're a realist. You see things. Like me."

I wasn't sure what to make of the nickname and the fact that he thought we were in some way similar...

"Can't say I ever thought of comparing myself to, well, you... but I will admit we have some common ground," I replied, hoping desperately that this rapport we were building was not just a cruel trick.

Link below for the other chapters:

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oh-no-its-bird · 7 months ago

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"All you ever do is time and dimension travel, maybe get a new thing" shut the fuck up and take more unasked for dimension travel shenanigans

In the same vein as my fic idea where Obito gets kamui'd into a modern AU and kind of loses it over normal civilian guy Kakashi, please now take;

✨️ Into the (un)known and far beyond ✨️

Canon Tobirama gets zapped into a modern AU and runs face first into college student Izuna.

The catch is that the fic is told from Izuna's POV and modern AU Tobirama does exist and is like, around.

As you may assume, this causes complications!

(From here on out, Modern!Tobirama is going to be called Tobi and Canon!Tobirama is just Tobirama)

Izuna has had a hate crush on Tobi since they first met in freshman year, the feeling is not mutual Izuna barley exists on Tobi's radar and that fact infuriates him.

At first, hes convinced Tobirama is fucking with him, and Tobirama kind of assumes this might be a death bed hallucination. Something his brain came up with to keep him entertained in his final moments, yknow? But after a bit, he's quick on the uptake— tho Izuna is very not.

Izuna is CONVINCED he's being fucked with right now and does! Not! Appreciate it!

If nothing else the really stupid look Tobirama gets on his face every time he looks at Izuna is somewhat satisfying at least.

(Tobirama meanwhile has no fucking clue how to act here. He's aware he should probably like, leave, but some sense of morbid curiosity / duty keeps him oddly spellbound as Izuna bullies him into sleeping on the couch)

(Hes... not totally convinced that this isn't some sort of really weird hallucination)

Chunks of the fic are just Izuna shoving Tobirama into the nearest closet and leaning on it very (not) casually as people who know Tobi pass by. Including but not limited to Madara and Hashirama, who Tobirama refuses to be in the same room as for multiple reasons.

Also, himself!!

Izuna is going to his classes alternating between staring at Tobi like a man possessed and being so visibly out of it that he doesn't even look at Tobi even once. And Tobi is very much noticing (Maybe Izuna really was on his radar more than he thought he was)

Izuna stop acting like a freak challenge (impossible)

I think Hikaku gets to be the first one to realize there are two Tobirama's, both bc I love Hikaku, he's just smart like that, and he'd probably keep his mouth shut ab it.

He's enterung the room then very slowly backing out and closing the door and going, "when I open the door back up I don't want to see any doppelganger of men I know is in the room over." And when he opens it Izuna is physically cringing as he leans against the closet door in a very Not Suspicous Pose(tm)

Hikaku is so tired of this already. You know what? He doesn't want to know. Have fun Izuna, please don't call him when shit inevitably catches fire.

Tempted to say some sort of threat came with Tobirama when he entered the dimension, just for funzies. But also I dunno

I also kind of want to say that we get modern Tobiizu, and that the canon Tobirama is either not interested at all or lowkey hung up on Madara.

Tobirama is catching a glimpse of modern Madara, who's visibly so much happier, and kind of just shutting down.

He is going THROUGH it as Izuna stares at him in slow dawning horror. Tobirama is sitting on the couch, head in his hands as Izuna thwacks him with a rolled up magazine and yells "DO! NOT! LOOK! AT! MY BROTHER! LIKE THAT" between each thwack

(Tobirama can't decide if this is hell or not. Maybe it's some kind of divine punishment?? Doesnt have to be hell if its just his shit karma catching up to him)

Tobirama is both a lot sharper and a lot softer than Tobi. Obviously like, killing machine vs college student, the sharpness is self explanatory. But also he's now surrounded by dead faces and yeah, he's stressed as hell, but he's finally free from paperwork hell (unlike his counter part) and in a basically conflict free world from his point of view

Also I think he's just out of practice with dealing with Izuna, who meanwhile is wayyy too comfortable with taking every shot he can get at him. Tobirama will willingly go along with his bullshit and shenanigans both because he. Kind of doesn't know how to say no to him without feeling weirdly guilty about it. And also because this is an unfamiliar world and like, they're civillians!! Izuna is getting away with so much because Tobirama doesn't have a frame of reference to know if it's normal civilian behavior for this world.

Tobi meanwhile has been consistently dealing with Izuna's shit for years and can and will shut his ass down in a heartbeat. Izuna kind of hates him.

A funny bit could actually be where Tobirama talks pretty formally, vs everyone else bc modern. Tobirama is shooting off some under the table insult he'd use at a council meeting as Izuna grumbles "holy shit just call him a dumb bitch like a normal person"

Anyways yeah it'd mostly be silly fun times with sprinkles of angst on Tobirama's part. Maybe some more dramatics if a threat did come through with Tobirama but nothing serious

#birds fic talk #tobiizu #uchiha izuna #senju tobirama #dimension travel #naruto #modern au #uchiha hikaku #tobirama #izuna #tobimada #tbmd #madara uchiha

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pinksparkl · 6 months ago

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With these hands, I say "I love you"

It's official. Lovely and Vincent are getting married in this extreme show of self-indulgence.

Written as part of the Hot Boi Honeymoon collab for the Sky Side server.

Weddings, Marriage Proposal, Lovey-Dovey, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Flashbacks, Symbolism, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Morning Kisses, Kissing, Lots of kissing, Dorks in Love, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Rated: T

Chapter 1 of 4 ✨️6✨️

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Every time I open my eyes, it gets clearer

Lovely woke up slowly, not even bothering to fully open their eyes. They felt safe in the knowledge that it was still a few hours until dawn and that the curtains were holding back only the gleaming starlight, leaving the couple wrapped up in a cosy blanket of darkness.

The first thing they did notice, however, was the smooth warmth of Vincent's hands curled around them – a smile bloomed across their lips; they had fallen asleep in his arms yet again. Oh, how they would never tire of that – holding them close. With a slow exhale he pulled them closer still, cradling their body with his, not wanting to accept the end of an hours-long cuddle session. Soon Lovely felt a pair of lips pressing kisses into the their back, teasing the skin between the shoulder-blades with a hot tongue and the delicate points of fangs. They couldn't help but express their pleasure with a sleepy moan, its notes pitched strangely from vocal chords that refused to comply after many hours of disuse. The kisses soon changed shape in response, a satisfied grin made its way onto Vincent's face as he slowly and methodically forged his way up to the nape of their neck.

"Mornin', baby," he greeted them finally, his voice still husky with sleep.

Still wrapped up in the thick cosiness of sleep, Lovely reached for Vincent's hands around their waist, linking their fingers together as they hummed their reply. Words didn't come as easily to them as their fiancé so soon after waking, something Vincent took pride in flaunting, much to their loving chagrin. He used their inability to respond as an opportunity to bathe them in accolades and charms that they would normally try to refute or interrupt had their mind been in full working order.

“You were my beginning, and my happy ending, you mean the world to me, and I want to make you as happy as you make me. I love you, Lovely. Every curve and every line," he whispered sweetly, bringing a free hand up to draw his finger down the bridge of their nose before tapping the end of it. Lovely giggled at his cute antics.

Turning around in his arms – after making Vincent begrudgingly loosen his hold on them – causing blankets to tangle between lazy limbs, Lovely faced their lover and finally gave him a sweet morning kiss. "Good morning to you, too. But what's got you feeling all warm and fuzzy at this ungodly hour?" They inquired, mouth resting in a soft smile and eyes rolling in the dark of their room. Hiding but not hidden, not from Vincent's loving gaze, watching their every expression, just as they watched his.

"Oh, I dunno," he began, his tone pointedly casual, seemingly stalling for time as he stroked his fingers along their hip, feeling them shiver and relax beneath his touch. Vincent had never been one to fidget, but when it came to Lovely's skin, his hands simply refused to remain still. "Maybe the fact that I'm getting married to the Lovely of my life in a matter of hours." Another line of kisses fell across their cheek, down their jawline and beyond, with Lovely more than willing to permit this show of affection.

"Oh yeah?" They asked through slack lips, distracted by the kisses being littered across their skin, though Lovely hoped their feigned ignorance was still apparent. It amused them to act as if they were oblivious to the very fast approaching ceremony that they had stuck themself firmly in the middle of planning, despite many around them – Vincent included – assuring them that the stressful, hard work could be handled by other – very qualified and very well-paid – people.

But Lovely was a person of very stubborn nature and couldn't allow themself the luxury of delegating any element of the most important day of their life to anyone else. They made sure to be involved in every step and decision, not letting others steamroll over their and Vincent's wishes, especially in the instances where they couldn't physically be there due to daylight reasons.

Unfortunately not every business catered to Vampire-friendly hours – even if they readily accepted money from Vampiric bank accounts without delay – so assistance was needed in the form of some non-vamp friends to be their stand-ins during sunlight hours. Darlin' immediately jumped on the chance to be their gopher, confidently stating that they were "faster than anyone, whether on four legs, two legs or two wheels" while solemnly swearing not to deviate from Lovely's carefully written instructions.

Lovely hummed as Vincent continued his trail of kisses. "I almost forgot about that thing," they laughed airily as Vincent squeezed them tighter, closer, mumbling grumbled chastisements against their skin for their unfunny joke. "Well, we wouldn't want to deprive our guests of our presence, and the entire point of today." Lovely sighed as they thought about having to leave the cosy warmth of their bed, they pouted and sighed again, before reluctantly sitting up and stretching. Time was a relentless thing; it would plow on ahead, ignoring one's desire for a sleepy lie-in, so they forced themself awake. "So I guess we'll have to get up..."

Vincent's hands trailed whispering lines up and down Lovely's body, leaving their skin shivering delightfully in his wake. "Not exactly," he purred, eyes and lips creased in a smile as he looked up through his lashes at his lover, his spouse-to-be. "We still have a bit of leeway before we have to leave our bed as an unmarried couple for the last time." His playful tone, that roguish look in his eyes, his fingers drifting to-and-fro, all worked in tandem to easily lure his Lovely back under the covers for a little while longer.

Lovely knew what he was doing, seductive flirt that he was. And they loved every minute of it. All work and no play made Lovely a very bored Vampire, and that simply wouldn't do.

An equally mischievous grin appeared on Lovely's face as they pondered his intentions. "And we would be utter fools to waste that chance." Their reply oozed with almost uncharacteristic levels of flirtatiousness as Vincent's had affected them so thoroughly. Flopping back down onto the bed complete with a dramatic bounce, they allowed themself to be pulled into his side before tensing up in a panic. "Wait! Lemme put on an alarm or else we really will be late!"

Vincent laughed in surprise as Lovely's hand darted out from under the blankets. They blindly swiped a phone off the bedside cabinet – it didn't matter whose it was, they each knew the passcodes for both – and set a generous, but reluctantly responsible time limit for their cuddling, before he plucked it out of their grasp and tossed it onto the unoccupied pillow.

Buried back under the blankets, hands were immediately set loose on each other's bodies, hurried but not frantic. They wanted to make the most of the little time they had, yet also savouring each second as though they were a precious gift.

Combing their fingers through Vincent’s hair, further mussing up his already messy bedhead. "Come here." Lovely invited their fiancé closer with a crooked finger before pulling him in for a searing kiss that threatened to take his breath away with each movement poised to draw him further under their spell. And all too willingly, he followed them as they settled down onto the bed sheets, not even a whisper separating them.

As his hands pulled them closer – merely feeling their skin against his didn't feel enough – he asked, breathless, "do we have time for a little bite?" He half-pouted, his voice thick with desire, as he kissed along Lovely's pulse, allowing the pinpoints of his fangs to just scratch – tease – the delicate skin.

Eyelids fluttering closed with a breathless gasp, Lovely relished the sensation, tightening their embrace around him. "Not my neck," they moaned, fighting in defiance of the oh-so tempting desire to just let him bite and drink and claim. But they had to remain strong against such a temptation. "I'm serious!" They countered somewhat weakly, feeling Vincent laugh against their skin, the will to fight slowly leaving their limbs. "I love you, but I don't want bite marks in my wedding pictures, thank you very much."

"You know me," he crooned sweetly against their pulse. "I can be discreet. Practically undetectable." Vincent was careful with his words, he wasn't lying so much as stretching the truth a little. His teasing kept the mood light, not letting either of them dwell on less pleasant memories.

"Somehow, I very much doubt that, mister."

"That's Prince of the House of Solaire, to you, my lovely consort.” He knew that by exploiting their love of trashy romance novels, by emulating the always-dashing love interests, he could set their imagination alight and instigate a morning to remember.

Sometimes they hated letting him in on that little secret of theirs, a groaned out almost-whine making its way to his ears. "Shut up and kiss me; time's running out." That was reason enough for Vincent to cut short his acting career and lay all of his attention on the moment at hand as his beautiful lover lay underneath him.

[Chapter 2]

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cf8wrk4u-us · 4 months ago

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I am so honored that my submission was accepted for this zine! The size of it had to be shortened in order to comfortable fit all the amazing art and stories, but I'm still happy how this all turned out ☺️

Please look at this amazing TOA Zine, a real love letter from and to all of us fans! And please feel free the read the full story submission below✨️

It Began With A Name

The troll that would be later known as Gunmar never did understand the importance of family. He came into to this world alone, crawling from the dead remains of Trollkinds first Heartstone full grown and very very hungry.

The first years of his life were basically a blur as he roamed about the continent. Killing when he became hungry or defensive, the most delicious meats not coming from the wild animals of the woodlands or the domesticated livestock of the fields but of the humans who toiled in them. Delicious fleshy-bags of meat, that crunched so satisfyingly between his jaws.

At times he would meet supposed others of his kind, many of those Trolls who would just run from his presence or others who attack and curse his existence. He paid no mind, such weaklings were below him. Below his strength. He was the strongest and deadliest being in this world, nothing else mattered but himself and the Hunger he proved to satisfy.

That is till he met HIM.

Their encounter wasn't anything new to him, countless groups of trolls and their leaders would approach him. Accusing him of invading their territory or attempting to forcibly recruit him into their tribe. No matter which they all fell before the deadly might of his bare claws.

But he was different, Orglak the Oppressor was a troll whose strength not only matched his own but his skill with the blade a deadly force against him. Try as he might, the dark stone troll couldn’t land a significant blow against the Gum-Gum leader who smirked as he dodged each swipe of his claws as if he was still a clumsy newborn. Soon enough Gunmar hide burned with each slash made by Orglak’s legendary Decimaar Blade, he was on the ground forced to look at the Gum-Gum leader feeling the sword just under his neck.

“Your a lot stronger than I gave you credit for, child of the dead Heartstone” sneered Orglak, his blood red eyes glowing with interest “Promise to kneel before me and you’ll live to see the next night”

The dark troll's only response was a snarl as he swiped the blade tip away, cutting him badly as he lunged once more at the Gum-Gum leader. Before the sword hilt hit him square between his horns and the world went black.

He woke up to the sound of crackling fire and the smell of roasted meat, rearing up from the ground he saw Orglak sitting by the fire beside him while the soldiers from his party set up camp. He was ready to attack but no sooner did he move Orglak just casually flashed his sword making him hesitate. For the first time in his life the troll has encountered a being far stronger than him, it was frustrating and unnerving.

Especially when Orglak chuckled at him.

“I see you're awake, good, good” he said before lifting something from the fire.

His mouth watered at the leg of meat, its juices dripping from the crispy flesh. He moved to take it from the Gum-Gum but was roughly grabbed by his horns.

“Wait” Orglak said sharply

The troll growl turned into a whine as he held up his hands to silently ask for the meat. Satisfied, the Gum-Gum chieftain placed it into his waiting hands. He sunk his teeth eagerly in the food but he noticed that the grip of his horns didn’t fade. Orglak claws moved from his horns to then gently pet at the top of his hair.

“Hmm….” Orglak hummed in thought “....Gunmar…”

The troll perked up with a mouthful of meat.

Orglak chuckled darkly as he patted his head “Gunmar! Yes! A fine name”!

And that was how the troll born from the first Heartstone was named Gunmar.

Soon enough Gunmar did kneel before the Gum-Gum chieftain, who was now his leader. He learned a great deal of things from the troll and his tribe. How to wield a sword was a start, then it was learning to lead raids and how to subdue other tribes, and then who their enemies were.

Turns out those fleshbags were a lot more troublesome than Gunmar thought, especially with their allies. The mage Merlin and his foolish little follower the Trollhunter.

Yes Gunmar learned a great many things, even the benefits of living in a tribe like this.What power it gave one to command so many trolls, ones who unhesitantly served you through loyalty or fear.

But still Gunmar couldn’t understand families.

At worst it seemed like a treasonous thing to allow outside loyalty from one chieftain to another, and at the least it seemed like such a weakness. Tying yourselves to someone that could just be used against you.

But if he could see himself close enough to call someone as close as kin…Gunmar would think of Orglak.

Orglak who named him, Orglak who showed him how to swing a sword, Orglak who taught him the most proficient way to butcher his enemies, Orglak who recognized his strength and made him his general, Orglak…who would now stare at him with suspicious and newly formed contempt..

Not a surprise given that Gunmar had recently been far more bolder in his dissatisfaction in Orglak policies regarding how their tribe was run. The Gum-Gum’s had the potential to be more than just a band of marauders but a mighty military force that could rule this continent, but Orglak kept hesitating or more so kept refusing to let Gunmar make any changes on how things were done.

Gunmar was a threat to Orglak power, that was something every member of the tribe could see. So in the end they came to blows.

Orglak was as strong as before but Gunmar was now even stronger. And at the end of the fight while Gunmar might have lost one of his eyes, Orglak lost his head.

But as the crowd cheered and hollered at his victory, Gunmar couldn’t help but stare at the gray rubble that had once been his leader. Seeming to debate something the new Gum-Gum chieftain reached down to take a piece of stone from the pile.

Gunmar wasn’t sure what he was thinking, what he wanted exactly, but a part of him couldn’t see the legacy of the great Orglak the Oppressor fade from this world forever.

The first troll who took him from the wilds of the woods and showed him his true potential.

So in the privacy of his tent Gunmar held the stone he acquired before reaching at his chest and pulling off a piece of his own flesh. Then just as he observed other troll couples do during their union ceremonies he combined the stones together between his hands. Breathing hard Gunmar forced the life energy, the one that thrummed deep in his flesh from the first Heartstone, and sent it into the newly made Birthstone.

It was sometime in the later months Gunmar was looking at the Birthstone in interest, with the egg wobbling back and forth inside the nest he made it.

All of a sudden a tiny little fist burst from the stone and all at once a mound of dark fur tumbled out. Gunmar’s one eye was wide as the tiny creature practically hissed and spat around, its pudgy paws swatting at the air. The warlord reached over to brush the ebony locks that matched his own but soon the little red eyes focused on him. Gunmar stopped, sure that there was a look of recognition in those familiar crimson eyes. But instead the little babe snapped onto his fingers, already so hungry.

A rumble emerged from Gunmars chest, then turned into a full belly laugh.

The whelp stopped his chewing to stare at him curiously.

“Bular” Gunmar said slowly, tasting the name of his new son.

Maybe Gunmar still didn’t understand the meaning of family, but he did know the importance of HIS family. His son, who was now a part of the bright and glorious future he planned on creating for the both of them.

“Yes, Bular” said the warlord tickling his dagger like nails under the whelps chin making him giggle “What a fine name”!

#trollhunters #toa trollhunters #toa #gunmar #orglak the oppressor #bular the butcher #fanfiction #fanfic #story #zine #toa zine

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the-peak-tmnt · 10 months ago

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Hey there! I've been meaning to say this for a while: I absolutely ADORE your MM fanfic! I'm an amateur writer myself, but HOLY MOLY PEPPERONI - your writing style is on a professional level. Not only is it a beautiful, heartbreaking and emotional storyline; but it feels like it came straight from the movie universe itself. The way you portray the characters (especially the Turtles) feels so accurate. I seriously need to take the time to make some fanart of this! You're on a roll here, friend. Take your time and keep up the great work!

I have one question, if I may ask: will April ever make an appearance in the story? Sorry if you've answered a question like this before; it's just something I've been curious about since day one ✨️

(Sorry if this is a long message 🙈)

Ahhh! Wow, thank you so much! That's such a huge compliment! I technically do write professionally, but not fiction or anything fun lol. Just boring marketing stuff: press releases, website copy, posts for social media, etc. Which is hilariously ironic, because I'm very dyslexic 😂 (that's also one of the reasons why it takes me so long to get these chapters out).

It's been really great to write for fun instead of work, and I'm so psyched that people are enjoying it! Working out the characterizations has been one of the most satisfying parts, especially since so many people have commented on that specifically. Thank you for mentioning it, too!

Fanart makes my heart explode from happiness 😭 Even if its not fanart for Reciprocity, I would love to see more Mutant Mayhem art by you! I love your style! My post is getting long now, but I did answer an ask about April a bit ago! The short answer is yes she will appear, but can read more about it here! Again, thank you so much!

#asks/comments/fan art are also so insanely motivating #Like I read this ask a couple hours ago and busted out a few more pages of the next chapter like a madman #tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fandom #reciprocity asks #reciprocity fic #reciprocity #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction

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reivrze · 2 years ago

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hi, miyu! i just found your blog today and INSTANT FOLLOW! i'm in awe because of your beautiful writings; the way you described the scenes like in the jay one, it gave me butterflies fr 😍🦋✨️i also appreciate and love that you spent your time putting cute and aesthetically pleasing designs in each of your content, it's so cute 💓💓💓

also, i see that you are accepting requests? if it's okay with you, can i request headcanons/reactions (whichever you think is better and easier to write) of how enha would show their support when their partners want to try something new? like picking up on new hobbies such as signing up for dancing classes, learning foreign languages and etc.? i'm currently picking up on a few new things myself and have been struggling to keep consistent 🤧 i hope you're having a great day and please stay safe and keep hydrated! 🙆🏻‍♀️

a/n : this is such a cute requests >.< the fact that this is my first ever request makes me so happy oml. legit called my friends bcuz i got excited ㅠㅠ i chose to go for a headcanons format since its what i find easier to do at the moment, so i hope you're satisfied :) i had a hard time coming up with what to write for heeseung and niki tbh lmao

pairing: enhypen x gender neutral!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none really

m.list !

— heeseung would find this new interest as a way to spend more time with you, with his overload of work, he'd want to pick up on whatever you do on your free time to be able to make up for all the times he had to reschedule a date because of work. this new hobby would definitely a bonding experience for the two of you.

rest of the members under the cut !

— jay would be the type to show his full support to anything you'd like to try, he wouldn't be able to hide his admiration. if your new hobby was something you did at home, like drawing or writing, he'd sit next to you and just watch you with those lovey dovey eyes he gets around you. but he also has this need to take care of you and makes sure you're balancing self-care and working.

— jake would be slightly competitive but not in a bad way! he'd want to try whatever you were trying out or get super curious about the lessons you'd be starting or the activity you were starting. he'd ask a lot of questions, trying to involve himself as much as he could and show his full support for you :)

— sunghoon isn't the best communicator, he gets shy whenever confronted to his feelings towards you, so his way of showing support would be through little actions and gifts. if you were starting new lessons, he'd write you a little good morning letter and wish you the best for your day. you can expect flowers on the kitchen counter for you when you get back home ( AHHH MY HEART <3 )

— sunoo is your BIGGEST cheerleader !! i can't stop emphasizing the fact that this boy would literally be there for you through every step of whatever you were trying. he is on a mission to not let you give up. if you were attending new classes, he'd hide little notes in your notebooks giving you motivating words. just overall your own personal cheerleader

— jungwon's love towards you sometimes translates as him basically mothering you. he's very supportive of your choices and wants you to succeed but he can't help the need to want to make sure you're doing okay. this includes him having to physically pull you away from your work to take a break and eat something, to force you into drinking the required amount of water per day, and picking you up and putting you in bed to make sure you get enough sleep.

— niki likes to pretend he's fully grown and is able to do anything so when you told him you were starting a new activity, he became overly confident and would challenge you to who could have a better result (this is if your new hobby is something like drawing). other than his slight competitiveness, he loves to see you so determined to accomplish something and would find you working adorable.

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I got finished reading Columbo: The Hoffa Connection the other day, so I thought I'd do a book review. I've never done a book review like this before, so bear with me. Also, for my followers, I know this is very different from what I usually post (namely, Sonamy art 💙🩷😏), but Columbo is also one of my hyperfixations, so bear with me 🤭😊✨️

Columbo: The Hoffa Connection puts the titular detective in the middle of the murder of a global sensation, who died under mysterious circumstances. The more the lieutenant digs, he realizes the star's murder may have roots in her home country of Italy. This is the third of four books in a Columbo series written by William Harrington.

While this book is part of a series, each one stands on its own and doesn't require any knowledge of the previous titles, or of the TV series, for that matter. With that said, this book, and the other books in the series, were published in the 90s, during the "New Columbo's" run. So expect to find a more racy, mature flavor similar to the later Columbo seasons.

For context, I have not seen any episodes of season 8 onward. I've seen several clips, but I've never sat down and watched an entire episode from start to finish. From what I have seen, there are some regular/semi-regular characters that appear in the new seasons that were not present in the old.

From what I can tell, either these characters are replaced in the book, or they are the same ones, possibly under different names. Like I mentioned, though, I haven't really seen the newer Columbo, so take that with several pinches of salt. Either way, since this book is based off the 80s - 2000s series, don't expect to find any characters from the original show in this book, other than Columbo and Mrs. C (and Dog!).

Incidentally, for this reason, Columbo has to be my favorite character here. If for nothing else than recognizability. Because honestly, no one else you encounter in the book is very enjoyable.

*Most of the other characters in this book are raucous, racy criminals. And it's hard to tell them apart from the ones who aren't all bad; Harrington's writing falls flat here. Every character has nearly the same dialogue patterns; the only distinguishing factors are their physical discriptions, which Harrington uses to his advantage in order to insert erotic, sensual references to bodies of both genders.

While Harrington's characters might not have been noteworthy, his pacing is fantastic. He manages to keep you turning those pages, searching for answers. The story unfolds slowly but surely, just tantalizing enough to encourage you to read to the end, and believe me, the conclusion is one of the most satisfying I've read.

If I have to pick my favorite part of this book, though, it's honestly a scene in the middle where Columbo decides to do some maintenance on his car. I won't give too many details so I won't spoil it for those who plan on reading The Hoffa Connection, but it was the most in-character depiction of Columbo in the whole book. (Not to say he was completely out of character the rest of the time.)

While I haven't been very generous in regards to Harrington's writing thus far, I have to admit that I really enjoyed a particular scene involving a character hiding in another character's vehicle. I was on the edge of my seat, dying to know what would happen. And the events following it are just as suspenseful.

But now that I've given him some praise, I'm going to deliver (mostly) more criticism to Harrington: he's not a particularly humorous writer. Nor is he dramatic. In fact, nothing really stands out to me about him other than the fact that he seems to have several fetishes that he somehow finds a way to shoehorn in onto every other page.

Aside from this, sometimes his Columbo just felt a little flat. Sure, there were plenty of quotes from the show; he said, "One more thing," or an equivalent, several times. But he just didn't have the same warmth as his television counterpart.

All in all, I would definitely recommend this book for older readers only. There are several references to sex, drugs, and alcohol; racy scenes are described with detail; and every swear/cuss word in existence is used at least once.

If you're a die-hard Columbo fan, and the above doesn't bother you, you might enjoy this read. If you're more picky (like me!), I suggest you stay away. And, y'know, please be at least in the ballpark of 18 years old before you get an eye-full of explicit imagery.

To wrap up this review, I give Columbo: The Hoffa Connection a 2 1/2 out of 5 stars. The mystery aspect was handled better than anything else, but that's not enough to ever make me want to read this book again. Too many innuendos get in the way of an otherwise okay-ish tale of investigatory prowess by our beloved detective.

*Christie Monroe did stick out to me as a determined, confident person, and I admire that. But she felt very sexualized.

#columbo posting #columbo #lt columbo #frank columbo #berrireview #book review #mystery review #don't know if i'll do this again lol

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aroaceoutinspace · 1 year ago

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What I Read in July!

For so long now I have been in the worst reading slump, getting through a book a month at most, but I got so much read in July and I'm so proud of it. I finally feel a bit more like myself 🥰

1. Babel by RF Kuang

I was dying to read this book for so. long. and it didn't disappoint! This was a fantasy story set in 1800s Oxford in a fictional Translation Institute, Babel. The storyline and imagery was just incredible, and everything felt so accurate to that timeline. The way it explored linguistics and meanings that got lost in translation fascinated me, the characters broke my heart, and the way RF Kuang handles racism in the story was just as educational, accurate and raw as always. Anybody who read this and said 'oh it made me feel guilty for being white!'.... you're the problem.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

2. Gallant by VE Schwab

This was a really satisfying fast read in my opinion, or maybe after the monster that is Babel anything would seem fast 😂. Since many pages are taken up by illustrations and journal pages with little writing, the story itself is fast but still really good. It explores a girl in an orphanage who has always been able to see ghosts, and the only possession she has is her mother's journal who tells her she will be safe as long as she stays away from Gallant. I am a sucker for dark fantasy and the concept of entities entering from other worlds, and really loved this story. I did feel slightly underwhelmed at the ending, but the story and atmosphere was enjoyable nonetheless.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

3. Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

Trust me when I tell you that this is what Shadow and Bone wishes it could be. Murder, secret societies, college campus, magic and a girl who can see ghosts. What's not to love?! I adored Alex's sarcastic character, and her back story was so raw and unjust. If you like dark academia vibes and fantasy, just read it. One of my top books without a doubt.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

4. Hell Bent by Leigh Bardugo

If course I immediately devoured the sequel and was not left disappointed. Finding out more about a certain ability interested me so much, and so many elements came full circle! Fair warning however, this is not the end, and now I must endure the wait for book 3 🥲. Story of my life.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

5. A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske

Honestly I tend to stay away from romance books for the most part because of amatonormative themes that often crop up, but in my experience gay romance is more modern in that sense, and this plot was far to amazing sounding for me to skip. Yet another historical setting, a misunderstanding that plunges somebody not magical into the magical world, curses, and forbidden gay love. What's not to love! That twist at the end of something unrectified was brilliant and I will have to read the second book very soon!

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️✨️/5

Other

Now this isn't technically a book.... but I mean audiobooks count as reading so audiodramas do too? Right? 😂

I am currently in the depths of a Magnus Archives obsession, and finished season 2 in July. I am now halfway through season 3 and so much is happening I am enraptured. I need to know everything-

The Magnus Archives is a horror audiodrama (but more the slightly gorey than jumpscare type. As someone who reads dark fantasy and not horror I still enjoy it). The Magnus Institue deals with researching paranormal cases and investigating their credibility, but everything mentioned becomes important at some point. That is how beautifully crafted it is. Names and themes crop up over and over and you find yourself trying to make so many connections. Its just amazing

If you do plan on listening to it, don't worry if you don't notice connections at first. It's at MAG 16-20 you should start noticing the similarities. Season 2 (MAG 40-80) was a bit of a drag, but trust me when I say it crawled so Season 3 could run like a maniac. New obsession here I come.

3.5-4 stars for Season 2 but 5 stars for season 3 so far!

Thank you for reading, I hope you'll give one of these a try!

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lbhslefttiddie · 2 years ago

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✨️🌈

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

ummmmmmm perhaps S-289? i mean i never expected it to get much attention bc often enough people really into xianxia simply aren't interested in scifi (and its even less likely to have many people interested in both svsss and hi3rd specifically), it was made wholly for the person it was gifted to. but at the same time, i had some really coolass ideas for that idea, and im actually quite pleased with how i finagled sv characters into that setting :] also i did costume designs which i always love :]

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

i fucking STRUGGLED with My Teeth, Baring Into Your Throat--i was really into the initial premise and outline i made, i was wildly delighted by the idea of using sy's unreliable narration to created a plot twist, the shame he feels about his state relative to humanity accidentally became a metaphor for his internalized homophobia, it was all neat!

long story short, though, there were a whooole bunch of complications working on that project that ended up draining a lot of the enthusiasm out of if for me, and for some reason it made it physically difficult to finish writing??? even though i knew the start and the middle and the end, and the themes and whatnot, it was excruciating actually executing it, and nothing i wrote quite satisfied me, though obviously i DID finish it eventually, which i think was very responsible of me because i could have just. not done that.

#asks #ask meme #tbh im pretty sure i orphaned mtbiyt in a fit of contrariness and i cant really bring myself to regret it #it soothed me a little knowing other people liked it #i was especially happy to see i managed to execute the twist effectively #but in the end the misery creating that fic generated in ME smothered any pride or joy i might otherwise feel about it #like the title is derived from a line in clockwork tiger #which is a good song which i think worked well for the fic #and i listened to it on loop writing writing that fic and now i cannot STAND the song because i always associate it with that fic #hkdjghfdkgsfdhg sorry if thats kinda negative #tbh its sort of nice being able to just say it though??#i never wanted to bring that energy to the fic itself of anyone who liked it and commented on it with love #but the truth still sits inside me begging for an audience

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a-scary-lack-of-common-sense · 2 years ago

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[busts out of the ground]

I'M NOT DEAD @jbeetle814 @hattedhellspawn I'M SO SORRY I ABANDONNED YOU GUYS INSIDE MY INBOX FOR A YEAR

I'll tell you everything with pleasure!

Buckle up because this might be a long ride :)

So, let's first establish the basic context of this whole AU; such as background info on what in the actual fresh hell is going on here.

First things first: this AU just kind of co-exists on the sidelines of canon tf2 with its own separate story happening while the OG mercs are off following canon at the same time in New Mexico and stuff. So technically, they both are in the same universe, just, from entirely different perspectives. I guess we can’t even call this an AU at this point but shhhh, we like having fun here.

Okay, so now that we’re clear with that let’s hop onto the actual story of ✨️ ze switcheroo mercs✨️:

BASICALLY, the 'mercs are actually all clones' theory is very much a real thing in my world. Except that the canon RED mercs are the “original mercs”, and literally everybody else are just clones.

Multiple cloned teams of the "original mercs" are scattered worldwide, and the job switcheroo mercs are one of them! Every single cloned teams are controlled by the one and only, you guessed it: Administrator. RED and BLU basically run a massive international chain company at this point, but like, with clones that fight each other to death.

The job switched mercs are one of the few cloned teams that have the least physical differences from the OGs they are supposed to doppelgang, which is surprisingly rarer than you’d expect. Ironically enough, clones rarely ever look exactly the same as the "originals" because of gene mutations (don't trust me on this, I'm not a science person at all), and more often than not a clone is going to pop out blond instead of brunette- or tall instead of short.

PERSONALITY HOWEVER, is a whole different story. My version of clones are "born" with a blank slate for a mind, with only the bare necessary knowledge for, ya know, living (i.e. how to eat, how to speak, how to do their job, yada yada you get the gist). All memories and pasts of the "originals" are wiped clean and you've got yourself a fancy new clone, yayyy.

So because of the obvious lack of everything inside the clones' minds, clones often don't have the same personality as the "originals", and sometimes even differ completely. It's up for them to build experience and form their own identity (as long as they don't end up revolting against Admin or anything, but that's never happened before so it should be okay).

The job switcheroo mercs have been stationed at a base in bumfuck nowhere (think of any country to slap em onto) with another cloned BLU team for approximately 3 2 years now; and all members of each team have formed their own entirely unique identities by now, and guess what that means! They're starting to have thoughts!

In the beginning, no one really cared about the jobs they were assigned with as a clone, but as the years grew they started thinking: “Hey, how about no [breaks the social norms]”. Everyone eventually realized that no one was happy with the jobs they were initially given, so they said fuck you to the system and started passing around their classes like a hot potato to see what sticks. By the end of this whole ordeal, everyone had tried everyone else’s job at least once before they eventually found the one they were satisfied with. TADA, ✨️the job switcheroo mercs were born✨️

Admin didn’t really care about this whole thing because 1) they're technically still doing what they're supposed to be doing, just with different jobs now and 2) she had other, bigger things to worry about, and the most emotion this mini revolt drew from her was: “ew, Miss Pauling, they’re starting to have opinions”

So far the team consists of:

Sniper as Soldier

Scout as Medic

Medic as Engineer

Spy as Demoman

Soldier as Spy

Demoman as Sniper

Heavy as Pyro

Engineer as Heavy

Pyro as Scout

ANYWAYS that’s all I got for now so if u got anymore questions feel free to ask

(Friendly reminder that this AU is a joke that I got way too invested in, and these job switches were made completely on random. AND ALSO literally nothing about this makes sense so let's just fuck around and find out at this point)

#I AM SO SORRY FOR THE EXTREMELY LATE ASKS- THESE ARE LIKE A YEAR OLD OR SMTH #I GIVE YOU ALL 1 FREE PASS TO COME TELL ME OFF IN MY INBOX- I DESERVE IT #also btw- do you guys want me to like- @ you when i answer your asks just to let you know or smth??#tf2 #team fortress two #asks #job switcheroo au #tf2 au #tf2 ocs #world building #job switch mercs #job switcheroo #silly chatters

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hotdogdynamitezzz · 2 years ago

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Hey, happy Valentine’s Day💓 I would like to join your game and I choose Option 1 (solar chart). I haven’t had my birthday yet, but still want to see my solar return for the year 2023/2024.🌟 Hope that’s alright❤️❤️

Thank you, have a good day/night🥰

Happy Valentine's! Sure thing, much lovee💕💕🫶✨️

First off your 7th house starts in Cancer & Conjuncts Sun in Cancer at 28° (Cancer degree). This house is very illuminated as the Sun & Moon in Virgo are in here. In fact ITS PACKED LMAOO. Honestly when I see the 7th House filled this much I just know you're gonna get into a relationship tbh especially because the ruler of your 7th house the Moon is in Virgo at 13° an Aries degree and conjuncts Mars!! So there's a big theme of passion sexual desire that might occur, it will be quite an emotional connection because of the moon and challenges you to push yourself to be better especially when Virgo is involved this emotional connection would improve your standards for romance a lot and make you feel understood and taken care of.

There's definitely gonna be a lot of passion tbh. The Moon trines Jupiter & Uranus while also being opposite against Saturn. So you might feel as if this connection is hard to control or manage in your life? Like it's so overwhelming but fun that you could struggle to balance either with responsibilities. This connection could be with someone older and insightful but also exciting. It will probably happen out of nowhere and take you by surprise tbh lol but in general it's indicative of a relationship that teaches you a lot and kinda changes the way you date or think in relationships.

Because your Sun is in the 7th House you will be more focused on relationships this year tbh, you could center yourself around others and feel as if you're in the background a bit this year. But the Sun here wants you to enjoy union's, connections, taking inspiration from other people & feeling more comfortable with socializing.

Ngl because Venus is in Leo and Mars + Lilith are in Virgo in the 7th house it will for sureeeee be a dramatic year for love. Very passionate and touchy with each other. Could definitely have themes of possessiveness or jealousy coming from 3rd parties? Or just multiple different relationships occurring this year. Your motivation for love this year will be from self-improvement. I think you will probably get into a relationship once you feel satisfied with where you are at in life rn.

Venus is In Leo at a Cancer degree so you could attract someone quite dramatic and emotional but VERY generous and caring. A very warm person in general. I think you'd also desire a lot of intensity in your relationships this year as Venus conjuncts Mars & squares Uranus. You wanna be kept on your toes and might explore multiple options. I don't see you wanting to be tied down immediately with Venus opposite Saturn as you can kinda oppose restrictions or traditions in relationships right off the bat. But you also seek a level of emotional security? It's really about finding what you like this year.

Your 5th House is in Gemini with the ruler Mercury in Leo 7th House at 19° (Libra degree). This does indicate a passion and love for beauty, aesthetics & art. Plus a need for sensuality and indulgence. You want to be shown off in your relationships or crushes this year and would want the flirting game to be FIRE lol. I definitely think you will have a lot of fun and lighthearted crushes at first and then it could turn into an almost overwhelming intense relationship lol. It's kind of a fun rollercoaster year for love I'm obsessed tbh.

Watch for Aries/Cancer/Leo/Virgos/Libras this year!

#asks #ask game #astro asks #ask blog

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hoshigray · 6 months ago

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MONAAAAA DEEARESSST !!! I promised to you that I would read this and leave a review (and I apologize that it has taken me THIS long to do it) because i knew this story was gonna be a BOP. First of all, yw for beta reading as I enjoyed seeing a bit of a previews of this masterpiece in its works, and I'm so proud of you for finally releasing the real thing!! 🫶🏾💓 So, without further ado, here's my review:

• First of all, Yaga lucky this is a fictional story with fictional men bc irl, I'm calling HR 😭😭😭 bc what do you MEAN "I'll just send you up so they can explain," MOTHERFUCKER NO TF LMAOOO TELL ME !!

• "I can smell just how wet she is," Oh nah these men are ANIMALISTIC, help me!?!??

• Reader, please...yeah we're totally gonna play Jeopardy alone with seven older men in the room and they gon ask "Name of the first succubus victim who experienced hallucinations and had to be homebound after the ordeal" in the History category for 300 points like 😑😑😑😑

• Anywho, that description of the blowjob with Toji ???? I could barely keep reading bc of the nasty image in my head like my God 😳😳😳😳 (affectionately).

• HELLO, THE SATOSUGU KISS?!??!?!,! I was CHEESING hard, bro, like yes that's THEE jjk otp right there 🤧🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 ugh, reader is so lucky...

• Omfg the Choso + Satogugu moment with reader was chef's kiss, like taking turns kissing the two while stroking Choso is so delicious. And Choso being the subby baby he is to reader, PEAK FICTION!!! Waaaaait, this us perfect tho, Choso is the perfect person for your first succubus training since this is what reader is gonna be doing later on.....I see you, mona, I see you 👍🏾✨️

• BRo. These two paragraphs, bro......I'm so sick.

• NOT NANAMINTEACHING US HOW TO FINGER OURSELVES, WHAT!?!? "Pulling his fingers out, he slips them into your mouth, twirling them around so that you can taste Gojo, Choso and yourself all on your tongue." yeah, imma just hop off a bridge. AND HIGU??? “'Keep your eyes on me.' He grabs your face, his hips slamming against yours. 'They can do whatever they want but when I'm inside of you, you keep your eyes on me.'” BRUUUUUUHHHH I LOVEHIMFUUUUUCK!! And his nose hitting the clit as he eats you out; I'm so unwell rn........

• Of course, Sukuna has the thickest dick of the bunch, yeah I cosign this notion, lmao

• The end...with Kusakabe...........stop it.

Holy shiiiiiiiiit mona it's been a LONG minute since I've read a fic, and I would've never forgiven myself if I never got the chance to read this amazing idea of yours and not say my piece (esp when I helped you with it when I could!). And now that I have, GIRL 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 I have left so fed and satisfied with this story, you did your thing on this! I could definitely get how you had to take your time with this bc an 8some is insane, my girl, let's be fr, lmao. But the fact that you pushed yourself to finish it to the very end until you felt it was ready is so understandable, and the wait made it a whole lot worth it. Thank you for the lovely read, mona dear, into the collection it goes !! 🌸💫

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS — gojo, geto, toji, higuruma, nanami, choso, sukuna x reader ft brief kusakabe cameo

Summary: in order to become a full fledge succubus, you must have a meeting with the seven deadly sins in the underworld. but you weren't expecting a meeting like this.

Tags: (18+ MDNI), 8some(?)/gangbang/orgy, dirty talk, breeding, squirting, mention of a lot of kinks, anal play, fingering, handjobs, blowjobs/throat fucking, daddy kink, size kink, riding, cunnilingus, overstimulation, exhibitionism, slight impact play, orgasm control, nipple play, breath play, mutual masturbation, snowballing, praise, dumbification, degradation, dominance/submissiveness, cock warming, pet names, finger sucking, dacryphilia, hair pulling, ball stimulation, doggy, slight mlm scenes between Geto and Gojo ofc, full nelson, mating press, double penetration, anal fingering (female), etc.

tagging: @omgeto @screampied (also thank you bae for making the banner 😘🤞🏾) @hoshigray (thanks for beta reading babe!) @kingkonoha @kanekisfavoritegf

A/N: please for the love of god, don’t ask for no part 2. i think a lot of people underestimate how hard smut writing is and especially since this is an eightsome. THANK UUUU FOR 1.6k followers & for waiting as long as you did for this! (5.4k words)

“Well, there’s one last test you have to complete…” Yaga told you, his face was a bit flushed. “It’s rather — er — well… Actually, I’ll just send you to them so that they can explain it to you.” He did an awkward cough and escorted you to the elevator; where he clicked the illuminating number seven. “Just tell them you’re here for your last succubus test.” He gave you a thumbs up and let the doors close behind him.

“Okay, cause that wasn’t totally weird.” You muttered to yourself, watching the elevator’s number increase. Your heart hammering in your chest. You’d been training for this for the past two years, you couldn’t believe you had one last test.

When the door opened, your eyes widened. There were dark velvet color drapes that decorated the entrance of the room as you stepped off the elevator. Every step you took, you felt a deep sense of uneasiness erupt in the pits of your belly. “Hello?” You finally mustered up some courage to speak. “I’m here for the last part of my succubus exam!” You exclaimed, noticing the dimly lit lights above you creating an ominous yet sexual atmosphere around you. Your thighs trembled.

“Come in, little lady.” A man’s voice said as a door warped in forth of your body and pushed itself open. “Shoes off.” The man said. Hesitantly, you walked inside and slipped off your shoes. Your eyes roamed across the room as you noticed how wide it was – a velvet carpet floor that was soft between your white colored toes. Bits of fog clouded your vision; you could make out bodies but not faces.

“Oh, she’s quite a looker.” Another voice says around you – wrapping around your body like a snake.

You heard a snicker, “You’re right, and I could smell just how wet she is; that’s the best part. Can’t wait to eat her up.” You could practically hear this person lick their lips.

“She doesn’t even know what she’s in for… innocent little slut.” Your knees trembled at that. The way these men were speaking had you hot all over, even the air felt different as you stepped forward.

You swallowed, “I can hear you–”

“Oh, believe me… we know.” This time, when this voice spoke, he raised his hand and the fog split down the middle before completely leaving. Then, you were able to truly see the men who sat in front of you, and your body ran cold.

Seven men, who you were able to recognize from the many lessons you had drilled into your brain from your classes. You gulped as most of them chuckle upon seeing your eyes finally take in just who you were looking at. The legends themselves.

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sukuna Ryomen — Pride, Kento Nanami — Sloth, Suguru Geto — Gluttony, Satoru Gojo — Lust, Choso Kamo — Wrath, Toji Fushiguro — Greed and Higuruma Hiromi — Envy

You swallowed, “So — um— what’s exactly the final part of my exam? Do I have to…like… pretend this is Jeopardy and answer a bunch of questions?” You heard a small scoff.

“No. This is more the showing part of your exam.” Sukuna told you, his eyes trained on you. “We need to see you score high marks in satisfaction. Do you understand?”

You bite your lip; it was difficult understanding what he was saying and not be dripping wet. They were all so beautiful, your nipples prodding out of the thin layer of your dress. You’ve had sex before, but that was way before your genes had kicked it. Twenty-one, inexperienced and horny. Now, you’re older and had basically been celibate for two years (excluding your times of pure masturbation). You were convincing yourself this would be a challenge, and it was one that you were intrigued to take.

So, you slipped your dress down, standing out of it completely and stood stark-naked in front of their prying eyes.

“Yeah, this is going to be fun.” Toji smirked, walking towards you with his unbuttoned pants low on his hips. “The thing about sex is,” he pressed his palms to your shoulders and lowered you down. “It’s degrading. So, I want you to sit here on your knees and to keep your mouth open while I feed you this dick, got that?”

You nodded and opened your mouth. He was about eight inches and it looked heavy in the palm; he could barely fit it in one hand, so you wondered if it would fit down your throat. But as he put it in, you already knew your answer. He didn’t move, just stood still. It was something about him standing there with his hardening cock in your mouth that turned you on. “Suck,” he told you, and you did just that, like a good girl. Sucking around his cock with a wet mouth, pulling him out to tap his dick right on your tongue before tonguing at his slit. He hissed and pulled back before shoving it deep into your mouth, and your eyes rolled back.

Bubbling spit drips down to his balls and you squeeze them, taking him out of your mouth for a moment before trailing your tongue up and down his entire dick. Reaching his balls, you take one in your mouth and suck one then you trail your tongue back up to his tip. Spitting on his cock, you stroke him. “Damn, girl; you've been waiting for this, huh?” He grabs your head and focuses you to take the entire thing, his hips harshly thrusting in and out of your mouth.. You barely notice that someone’s behind you until they fondle your breast, and you jump a bit before relaxing. They kiss your shoulders and move up to your neck, making you shutter and moan around Toji’s cock. He groans above and snaps his hips against you, pulling you closer to his pelvis, “Fucking, mouth is killing me.” You suck harder when you feel a hand on your clit.

“Pussy’s so damn wet.” You can hear just how wet you are, and it’s embarrassing. The squelching noises fill your head and over makes your legs open more. “You like sucking his cock that bad? That you’re gettin’ this wet over it? Want my cock buried inside of you? Right here?” He taps your cunt and you groan, nodding your head and rocking your hips against his hand. “Can’t even speak with that mouth full and I can still hear you loud and clear, pretty girl.”

You’re still sucking Toji’s cock, putting your hands on the floor to truly get more around him, pushing your head even deeper into his hips. Pulling him out of your mouth, you press hot kisses on his tip end then place him back on your tongue, now looking him in the eyes. You could tell he was close with his eyes shut and his head pulled back. He was throbbing on your tongue and his hips were moving faster; they swirled a bit before he shook with a deep orgasm. His hot cum rushing down your throat, and he moaned loud, “Ah–fuck, fuck.. fuck***!” You kept sucking, the fingers on your clit moved in achingly slow circles. And when Toji pulled you off his cock, they finally slipped inside.

“Now gimme a kiss.” You did, with shaking hands and closed eyes. Sloppy and wet, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth before he pulled back and licked his lips. The fingers inside of your greedy pussy rubbed your insides, and you humped against them.

“Keep going, please.” Your eyes were closed as you rode their fingers, unsure of who it was but knowing that it felt good. A thumb on your clit and kisses on your back before colder hands lifted your breast, kissing and biting them playfully. “Oooh, please.”

He sucked, “You like that?” You whimpered out something even you couldn’t understand. Your body is simply a toy at that moment. His tongue moves over each nipple and makes delicate swirls around them. Finally, you open your eyes and see a bundle of long black hair – Suguru Geto, who sucks on your breast with his eyes closed and rubs at your other nipple with another. Arching your back into him more but also seeking comfort in the person behind you, who’s using their fingers to scissor your gooey insides. Briefly looking up, Geto pulls away from your breast and kisses the person behind you, only a small kiss but it makes you wetter regardless.

“Kiss me again, made her little pussy clench.” He kisses him again and your wetness soaks his hand.

“Satoru, you sure that was for her, not for you?” Geto chuckles, and you can feel a hardness pressing against your back. Geto moves back down to your breast when someone takes your hand and moves their cock inbetween.

“Thought you were gonna let us have all the fun, Choso.” Gojo snickers behind you, curling his finger enough to make you moan aloud. You see a good amount of precum and your mouth suddenly feels dry. Taking your hand, you jerk him once and he already looks as if he’s going to cum.

“Her hands are so soft. I..” He’s stammering. “Wait…Need to cum…” A small whimper leaves his lips and he uncontrollably jerks his hips up; fucking your hand. Applying a small bit of pressure to the tip, his eyes shut and he’s jumping back. Sticky wetness drips to the floor and he stands on shaky legs, his eyes pleading with you. Gojo rubs his fingers between your folds; keeping you in the palm of his hands as you play with the others.

“You wanna cum inside of me, hm?” The moment you utter that sentence he bends over, almost sobbing as he nods his head. Twisting your hand around Choso’s red leaky tip, you lick a trail up his frenulum. Winking at him you pull back and kiss Geto, swirling your tongue around in his mouth before Gojo pulls your face to kiss you. Moans take over the room while you roll your hips and move into Gojo’s fingers and Geto takes the opportunity to slip a nipple in his mouth and you try to ignore the feeling to focus on kissing. But you couldn’t focus, when you heard wet noises surrounding the room and you didn’t need to look up to know what it was; everyone was jerking off and it made your body scorching hot.

“Wait,” You whisper, close to Gojo’s mouth and gently pushing Geto’s head away from your breast, standing on trembling legs and walking to Choso. “Thought you wanted me, baby…” A flip switched, no longer at the whim of men. He’s speechless, just nodding his head and swallowing.

He mutters a quiet, “I do, please…” He kneels, rubs up and down your legs and you place your foot right on top of his sticky boxers.

“Want me to step on it, baby?” Your voice is low and condescending, a smirk tugging on your lips.

He’s gnawing at the skin on his lips and his face is flushed. “Y-yeah?” Your smirk twists into an evil smile before your foot presses down on his leaking tip and his head leans back. His hips raise but you don’t move an inch. He’s whining and sweet small whimpers leave his lips as his hips thrash against your foot.

“Beg for it.” He can only whine, no words to be spoken as he humps your foot with breathy broken moans filled the room.

“Baby—” He’s looking up at you with dark eyes, his confidence shining through, just a bit. Smiling at him you bend your knees and put his cock between your dominant hand.

“Ready?” You ask and he nods. “Need you to speak up...” Hovering your dripping pussy over his upright cock, almost close to entering, slipping the head between your hot folds is what makes him speak up.

“Ye-yeah.” He gulps and pulls his lips to yours, kissing you. Your eyes roll back a bit and you swear you can see stars, sliding the tip of his cock at your aching slit, you both shiver before you finally let his cock slip inside. He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat and his thighs clench under you. You pull back from him and salvia breaks apart, which he lips back up with an awkward smile. Putting weight on your knees, you bounced up and down on him, your tits on full display as they bounced with every move you made. The loud sounds of your pornographic moans filled the room along with the wetness noises of slapping skin; taking more of his cock inside of you each time you bounced down.

Turning your head, you look at Gojo and Geto and like a bee to honey they both rush over; Geto rubbing at your clit with a nipple in his mouth and Gojo kissing your lips, drinking your moans up.

“I think im going to lose my mind, the way she’s riding me… oh fuck, im not going to last.” Choso hisses underneath you and grips your hips, trying to slow your pace. Slowly, he fucks into you, dragging his cock into your inner walls and feeling your pussy squeeze him in a tight hug.

“You’re such a good boy Choso.” You lean down to kiss him as Gojo focuses on pressing kisses to your spine. Raising your hips and slamming back down you whisper in his ear, “Don’t you want to fill me up? Don’t you want to cum inside me all night like a good boy? Huh?” After that there was no more talking for a while as you fucked him, rolling your hips in circles and moaning in his ear. Choso’s body was wuthering trying to keep up with you; your pussy splattering out white cream as you kept a dangerous pace before his stomach caved in.

“Be gentle with me, please? Please baby or I’m—” he mouths out your name when he comes, thick ropes as his hips jerk, his eyes rolling back. He’s heaving loudly, digging his fingers into your hips as he comes down from his high as his body trembles.

You barely get a minute to catch your breath before Geto and Gojo slaps their cock on your cheek with dark smiles. You open your mouth, knowing that both can’t fit inside but hoping that the tips can. Their cocks graze each other and you swallow around them.

“Slutty mouth, taking both of us.” Geto whispers to himself as he shoves more inside, his hand on your head. You gag and they both groan with pleased looks on their faces, Choso’s cock twitches inside of you.

“Choso, don’t you think you're being greedy? I wanna fuck her too…�� Gojo whines, looking down at your puffy wet eyes as you choke more on their dicks; both of them throbbing on your tongue. Lifting your hips, a small pop is heard and bits of cum leak out of you. Looking down at Choso’s half hard cock you grin, he’s breathing so hard with hooded eyes.

“Can’t wait to play with that ass,” Geto tells you and your eyes widen a bit. Slipping their cocks out of your mouth, you take his balls into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks so tight around him that he pulls you off.

Gojo is quick to turn your attention to him, he ignores Geto’s annoyed stare as he lifts you up. Turning you to the others, he holds your body for everyone to see. Your entire body was being stared at, pussy on full display — soaking wet with cum and your own slick— his cock hard and standing upright, teasing your clit. He grips your thighs and spreads them a bit wider, small strings from sticky folds breaking off as your pussy spreads.

He enters you, fills you up and your toes curl. “Fucking tiny, aren’t you baby?” His cock angled perfectly at this position, slick running down your thighs as he fucking directly into you. He’s hitting a deep gooey spot inside of you making wetness come out of you in spurts, your moans making Gojo shiver above you.

“Hold her still for a minute,” Geto whispers, face directly by your pussy, wetness shined on his face and you felt hot. He must’ve been there for a while. Licking up a long stripe from Gojo’s tight balls to his cock before he nuzzles his face into your cunt, pressing his tongue hard on your pulsing clit — your thighs shake when he pressed a small kiss there. He wraps his tongue against the bud and you jump a bit when Gojo does a small thrust, knocking you loose when he hits that spot again. Geto licks and swirls his tongue around before he moves back. “Just wanted a little taste…” He spits on your pussy and watches it slide down Gojo’s cock. “Looking fucking pretty with his cock inside of you, ya know that?”

You whine, barely able to talk at the sensation coming from your body. “Sloppy pussy making all that noise, hear that?” Geto urges you to listen to the plat wet noises that fill the room and once again, you feel something taking over you.

“Are you gonna let me come inside too? Huh, my little treasure?” Gojo bites your neck playfully, thrusting deeper, a long moan leaving your mouth. You don’t remember Geto pulling himself to stand but when you feel his cock slap right to your clit, you jolt. Running your slick and his precum.

“Let me stretch this pretty ass out, you think you can take both?” His face is flushed, his fingers circling your asshole before his thumb plays with it, you clench a bit before relaxing. “Oh? Already been played with.” He says, spitting on his hand and rubbing it in before he gently nudges his tip into your tight hole that’s stretching ready to take him.

Almost too easily, it slips in and he huffs out a laugh, “So proud of you, I knew you could take it both of them.” He’s stretching you open and your eyes are blown wide.

“Ohhhh!” Leaves your mouth as they both thrust inside of you, both holes clenching and unclenching around them. “Ohh, god.” Messy sounds between the three of you and two bodies come to your sides, both placing your hands on their aching cocks. Your eyes are so heavy you can’t tell who they are , but your hands move up and down regardless with their hips meeting every thrust you give them. An unfamiliar hand on your clit makes your back arch and you can hear laughing above you. “Gojo.” Your voice slurs out, his cock coming close to your cervix and twitching inside of your tightness.

Rough fingers circle your clit again and you gasp, “Please? Please?” You don’t know what you’re begging for until both Gojo and Geto do hard thrusts inside of you, making your thighs almost squeeze together.

“You like it here? Right here?” You can’t tell who’s speaking but Geto grinds his hips in circles, your bodies so close. The amount of wetness leaking out of you, makes you dizzy and now your tongue lolls out of your mouth before Geto kisses you hungrily massaging his tongue against your own, pulling back and spitting in your mouth, watching your throat swallow.

“Oh you like being full huh? Fucking stuffed…” Your voice is lost, you can only nod with a fucked out smile on your face. “Really gonna fill you up, sweetheart.” The softness of your insides squeezes them both and you can see Geto’s eyes close and you can imagine that Gojo’s is too when Geto throws his head back and both of their cum gushes into you.

“Fuck— fuck,” They say together, both slipping out a bit, panting. Cum splatters out of both your holes as your pussy and ass flexes, you whimper when they both finally slip. Your hands are still jerking the two other cocks as Gojo holds you tightly before one of the men grip your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth, completely to the hilt and your eyes water. You look up to see Nanami’s blonde locks and his deep brown eyes looking at you, Toji’s rubbing big circles on your clit and now squeezing one nipple with his other hand and Higuruma’s cock pulsing between your other hand.

“C'mon little love, pretty mouth needs to be soaked again, too.” You moan around him as he uses your throat, pulling you by your hair, groaning when he feels you swallow around him. Your eyes flutter close as you suck with your, pulling him out so that his cock can sit on your face while you catch your breath. You can feel Gojo hand your body to Toji and you feel empty for a second not realizing that Toji’s leading you to a bed.

He lays you flat on your back and Nanami moves between your thighs, bending over your body.

“Some men like to see you touch yourself, I'm one of those men. Show me and I’ll reward you like the good little girl you are.” Nanami whispers right next to your ear. “Then I’ll help you, yeah? Would you like that?” You nod quickly and he moves back, sitting to watch.

“Play with those pretty tits for daddy.” Your hands move faster than your brain and you reach for them, tugging at your nipples then squeezing them while you look at him. Your body is so overstimulated, you feel like you’re going to come any second. “Don’t come until I say so.” He reaches over to slap your clit and your thrash up, wanting him to touch you more. He slaps your pussy again and a wet stream follows down your ass before pulling again to just watch.

You circle your nipples, looking at your breasts and tempted to reach down to please yourself. “Look at me… look at me while you touch yourself.” You whine and with eyes clouded with tears, you look at him. “Touch your pussy.” He looks directly at your pussy when it clenches around nothing but the air.

You circle your clit but you ache for his fingers; they’re long and slender. Pressing deep into the bud with your middle and ring fingers, squishy gushing sounds while you work yourself up. Your fingers slipping inside briefly before you let out a frustrating sigh.

“Poor girl can’t even finger herself correctly, want daddy to show you?” You look up at him and he’s replaced your fingers with his and he’s curling them together, your legs quaking as his fingers fucks more squirt out of you. “Gotta get ‘em really deep to stretch this little cunt open.” He tells you, pushing against your g-spot a little, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Pulling his fingers out, he slips them into your mouth, twirling them around so that you can taste Gojo, Choso and yourself all on your tongue. “Your turn, put these fingers in deep.” He helps you put them in and curl them just like he did; he presses kisses to your lips and looks down at the puddle in the sheets.

Your eyes roll back and you can’t breathe, he pulls back and looks at you. “You’re so pretty like this, you know that? Prettiest girl ever, just for me to see.” But it wasn’t just for him to see. You were putting on a show for all of them. Touching yourself and spreading your lips as their hungry eyes looked over your body.

He moves between your thighs and with a gentle tap to your clit, you both moan. You bite your lip, “Daddy, I—” He ignores you, pushing himself through your soaked and wet lips. He slides up against your slit and you shiver. He gives you a wide smile and kisses your lips; licking against your tongue, shushing you. Pushing forward, he moves your legs up so that your knees are pressed against your chest, once he enters you, cum leaks into the sheet.

“This is what you want right? To be mine forever, to be ours forever? You don’t want to use your powers on anyone else… just me— just us?” He asks, pushing his cock deeper watching your face morn into a pleasureful expression. His cock has a curve in it and with the angle he has you in, you can feel every inch as he rams into you; fucking you while his cock fucks down and deep inside of your slutty cunt; his balls hitting the rim of your ass the harder he goes.

Higuruma comes next to you and puts his cock in your mouth, not moving. Gathering spit in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around the head, teeth grazing him a bit and he seems to like it by the way he grips your hair. Choso stands on the other side of you and pushes your head his way, you let his hips thrust harshly and his balls slapping against your chin before Higuruma grabs your face and jerks off with your eyes on him; which Nanami doesn’t like.

“Keep your eyes on me.” He grabs your face, his hips slamming against yours. “They can do whatever they want but when I'm inside of you, you keep your eyes on me.” That makes your eyes snap to his and even with the cocks in your face or in your mouth, your eyes are locked on his. His hips lose rhythm, stuffing you and he mutters a ‘fuck’, close to coming and you tighten your pussy to milk him dry. When he finally spills inside you get annoyed when you don’t cum.

“Tell us you want it. Say how bad you need it.” Nanami says, a smirk engraved on his face.

“I… I want it, I need it.” His hands slide up and down your thighs. “Please let me cum. It’s too much, I don’t think I can take it.” You needed to cum badly, pushing your hips up to his again. He slips out before slipping back inside and doing that over and over again before he slides in deeper, hitting that special spot inside of you harder than Gojo did and you cream around him.

“Thank you, so—hah— so much, daddy.” Your pussy is flexing open and close as you stare at him, taking Choso’s cock back into your mouth then switching to Higuruma’s and suckling on the head.

“Such good manners for a slut, don’t you think boys?” He says and you can hear the smiles on all of them as they agree and you feel giddy, almost satisfied.

Higuruma moves from your mouth and hurries to your pussy, not saying anything as he spreads the lips before diving inside, his tongue licking up every bit of everyone before him and his nose nudging against your clit, you pushed his head deeper, grabbing his hair and grinding your hips so that he nose can hit every nerve in your clit. “Ohhh, sir, please just keep it right there.” Applying the pressure yourself and wiggling your hips, your legs stretched far and your brain turned to mush. “Gonna come, so hard.” You gasp before your legs cramp up slightly when you push him impossibly deeper.

“How’s she taste?” Toji asks, looking at your face as you groan and squirm.

“So fucking sweet…” he meets your eyes. “Better than anything I ever had. Don’t think anything could compare.” He nibbles on your clit. “It tastes better than heaven.” That was your breaking point and what made you break, cumming hard and squealing as you did.

Toji doesn’t care about you cumming as he digs his face in and sighs at the taste.

Using his fingers to spread you open. “I see what you mean Higuruma, this fucking sweet nectar on my tongue,” Toji uses more of his nose and your hips grind more, trying to feel more of his nose on your clit.

Nanami’s cock is in your face and your head is upside down on the bed; head on the edge as you lie back and his cock fills up your throat, your eyes closed. He watches and feels you swallow around him and he mutters out a small, “Fuck, you’re killing me dollface,” when he can actually see himself, the outline of his cock inside of your pretty throat. He runs a finger up and down. He does a small squeeze to your throat as you suck, sloppily. But you wanted a bit more, the taste overwhelming your mouth making you move yourself to the edge of the bed, your nose on his pelvis and the small bush of his pelvic hair tickling your jaw. Even upside down, he could see the dazed look in your eyes, blown and bright as he slowly thrust his hips into your mouth. “There she is, there’s my girl.”

You can hear Gojo laughing when he says, “She’s so far gone, all she knows is that she loves this. Little brain doesn’t work without a cock filling her up.” Agreements are heard all around and you feel so small, but Nanami rubs your head, scolding them with a stare.

You can feel the presence of Sukuna before you see him; all touch around you disappearing before he bullies his cock inside of you, saying nothing. He just stares at you, your body humming as he rocks inside of you. “You like that? Gonna make a mess outta you.” He says, your mouth in a permanent ‘o’ shape, his heavy cock slamming down and filling your body up as the breath leaves your throat. “Dirty, filthy slut. Aren’t you, woman? All this cum inside of you and still want more, little pussy begging for it.” You clamp down on him and he hisses, still talking to you as he digs deeper inside of you – he probably has the thickest cock of them all, you can feel it in your throat. “You like being paraded around and fucked like a whore, like you’re nothing, you dirty little girl.”

You’re nodding, gasping for air and nodding as he speaks down to you, getting wetter as he speaks to you. “Mhm. Yes, Oh– I do.” He has a devilish grin and he moves forward to bite your lip and then kisses you deep.

“Just needed a real man to dig this pussy out the right way, yeah? To stretch you out. They weren’t doing it like me… c’mon, I know you’re close. So sensitive and wet for me. This fucking pussy’s crying for me,” And he was right, it was. It was weeping and with every stroke, more wetness covered his cock, dropping and splattering underneath you both. He licks the tears that fall from your face and asks you, “You like pleasing me? I can see it all over your face whenever I put my dick inside of you.” More tears fall and you can only nod your head at him, sobbing.

His pace gets faster and more rough, bending your knees so that they touch your ears and your thighs shake move than they have today, thin milk colored cream mixed with wetness and so much overflowing cum leaks out of you but he doesn’t stop, just continues, slows down and then speeds up again. You can’t keep up with him, just lying there as he fucks you; small soft moans still leaving your lips. He coos at you, kissing your forehead. “Gonna fucking, cum inside my pussy, okay? This is my pussy.” He asserts his dominance over you and your body more than any of the others. With a strained moan, he fills you up; just another load inside of you that makes your eyes roll back and eventually they close.

“Come back to us baby…” You hear murmurs around you, your body hot and flushed all over, your cunt and tits sore. your throat is scratchy. “I think she passed, right boys?” They chuckle and nod before Geto speaks again, “But, let’s try again to make sure she really gets it.”

Just then, the door opens and you can hear a shocked gasp, everyone looks in that direction.

“Hey, Kusakbe, wanna train to be a sinner today?” Your legs shook and you huffed, looking up at the man who just entered. He smirked at your vulnerable form.

“Well…What the hell, yeah.” He unbuttoned his pants. “Ready for me, pretty?”

#loved this sm ughhhh!!!#10s all around ☆☆☆☆#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 -͟͟͞☆ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔

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