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spencerreidswhore187 · 1 year ago

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Checkmate (Part Three)

By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

TW: Death, kidnapping, mentions of assault, hospitals, strong-ish language and Frank Kafka

A/N: Hi! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged and followed Checkmate (Part one and two), it means the world to me. I ate like six Wispa chocolate bars (the superior chocolate) whilst writing this and I swear I have never typed so fast. I also, finally, proof read so yay!

“Reid-”

“You can’t stop me, Emily,” Spencer said, pulling the tubes out of his arms, indifferent to the pain, “I need to see them. I will see them.”

JJ tried to persuade him “This isn’t a movie or one of your novels, Spence please, y/n tried to kill you. You cannot see them.”

It was silent, the team avoiding making contact with Spencer and his bloodshot eyes and dishevelled hair. He looked insane when he spat “Don’t say their fucking name, I am going. We all know they won’t talk to anyone else.” You would have grinned, were you there. Spencer could have sworn he saw you throw your head back and laugh in the corner of the room. It was an ironic twist of fate, the way you’d both reacted to the truth. You had become soft and timid - growing a conscience and your Spence had grown twisted and harsh.

Spencer hated himself for it but he wished you were with him.

Emily stood dumbfounded, she did not know what to expect when Spencer awoke but surely it was not this. This was not Spencer. Is this what love does to someone, she wondered.

Spencer was unrecognisable as he walked towards the exit of the monotonous hospital room, his face unreadable. Emily recalled the way it used to light up whenever your name was mentioned.

Spencer paused in the doorway, looking over his shoulder, “

Emily would let him go - against protocol, or not - they both knew that.

They needed you to talk and the only person you would speak with was Spencer.

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Agent David Rossi slammed his hands against the tables in frustration, “We know what you did, y/n. We have evidence,” you made no move to speak, “ you can either make a deal with us and tell us who you are working for or spend the rest of your life rotting in a cell.”

Tara and Rossi took turns trying to interrogate you but you weren’t listening, you had forced yourself into the corner of your mind, reliving your favourite memories in a futile attempt to dull the throbbing pain in your heart.

It had been three years, eight months, two weeks and one day since you met Spencer Reid. You’d had left a meeting with Ben, black and blue because you had refused to kill a group of children whose worst crime had been staying up past their bedtime, and had gone straight to August.

August had been your first love and your third kill. When Ben had found out about them he had forced you to slit his wrists.

You rested your head against his gravestone, crossed-legged and book in hand. It was late and you were exhausted but you could not bring yourself to leave - perhaps it was pure stubbornness: everyone had always left you so out of spite, you refused to leave them. Or maybe it was fate. If you had left you never would have met Spencer.

“Yours,” You had read aloud, “now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now-”

“Yours,” a tall, brunette stranger interrupted. He was beautiful; he looked like you, broken. Alone might as well have been tattooed on his forehead. The stranger raised the book in his hand and you recognised the cover:

“Letters to Milena,” you had smiled. It was the same novel resting in your lap. He wore a matching smile on his face, it looked like the first time he had smiled in a while, it was certainly the first time you had.

He sat down at the grave next to August’s, the stone read ‘Maeve Donovan’.

You extended your hand, “Y/N L/N. Hi.”

He took your cold hand in his, it was much larger but fitted in yours so comfortably, “Spencer Reid,” he replied.

That night you talked for hours in the graveyard, eventually forgetting the reason you were both there to begin with.

When you got up to leave and return to the real world, he had grabbed your wrist, releasing it immediately and apologising profusely, a jolt of electricity had run up your arm, “I, er, maybe we could go out sometime…together…like an, um, date?”

You had grinned, feeling alive for the first time in years. At that moment you weren’t Y/N, The Phantom Menace, you were just Y/N, someone who at long last believed in hope.

You’d been alone in the dull interrogation room for around an hour when the door at last creaked open; there he stood.

Spencer’s breath caught in his throat - how could you sit there looking so beautiful, like something he’d never seen. Perhaps you were a fallen angel, a plague on mankind. That’s the only explanation Spencer could concoct that would validate how someone as deadly as you could look so heavenly.

He wanted to grab hold of your chin and press his lips against yours, he wanted to feel the warmth of your body pressed against his. This endless loop of thoughts made Spencer feel sick, he forced himself to remember who you are and what you’ve done. It didn’t matter though.

You watched him analyse your face, maybe you were delusion or maybe he still cared and was checking to see whether you were hurt. Whether you were okay. You weren’t, neither of you were.

You didn’t say anything as he slowly approached the steel table you were handcuffed to. You didn’t say anything as he took a seat across from you. You didn’t say anything as he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Soon the silence became unbearable for Spencer.

“You tried to kill me,” he whispered.

You didn’t know how to respond. You hated that things would never be the same; you missed the way you would lie in bed and talk for hours, the mornings where you would drape yourselves across the sofa and race each other to finish the crossword first.

“I’m sorry,” you replied, hesitantly.

“That’s not good enough.”

A tear, a lone bead, trailed down your cheek. You hated he could see you cry, you yearned to wipe your sorrows away.

“Why are you here, Spence?”

He scoffed, “Oh, are we back to Spence now? When will you stop playing these games, y/n? You won. Is that what you want to hear,” his voice slowly raised into a shout, “Checkmate. You broke me.”

Spencer closed his eyes tightly, remembering how Garcia had told him you were the one who made the call.

“I need you to explain something to me.”

“Anything,” you breathed.

“Tell me what you meant by ‘the men who kidnapped me.’”

“Spencer-”

“Tell me,” he glowered, “and then we are done. You won’t ever have to see me again.”

You choked back a sob, you had been injured, nearly killed, countless times by countless people but nothing hurt like this. Spencer ignored the tears streaming down your face and the way your voice shook as you finally spoke, it was so convincing and he knew if he let himself believe it, there would be no turning back.

“When I was eight years old, I was walking home from school. My parents, well, they weren’t home much but it was my birthday and they had promised me that there would be this huge cake and lots of presents. I was so excited. I don’t know why. I was five minutes away from the house when a van pulled up beside me and these two men grabbed me and drove off.

“They used to laugh at me. They would drink and stare at my tied-up body making jokes about how my parents told the police to stop looking for me after just a few hours of looking. They would tell me how easily I could be found if someone actually cared about me.

“After a few years, they got bored of me and made me run errands for them. At first, it was drugs and then they would make me steal, rob small shops. If I didn’t then they would, um…” Spencer stared at the surface of the table, he didn’t think he’d be able to stop himself from uncuffing you and then escorting you out of the FBI building if he did.

You continued, “It was easier to do what they said. I thought that if they let me go far enough, maybe I would get caught. Anything…anything would have been better than being with Aidan and Steven Keith. At least that’s what I thought.”

Spencer’s mind was racing with a thousand possibilities. He hates it when you cry, he hates it when you’re hurt, he sat frozen, not knowing what to do.

“They got in, um, trouble with Be-the leader of this local gang. Some drug deal gone wrong I think. They tried to trade me as a gesture of good faith - I was seventeen. I killed Steven and thought I had escaped but they found me in an alley.

“They started training me to be an assassin, sending me out to do their dirty work. I didn’t want to, at first, I swear it, Spencer. But then it became a way to disassociate. When I held that little blade I became a completely different person, it was the only way I could survive. I wanted to escape but I couldn’t get away from him.” Him?

“And then…I met you.”

Spencer remembered the day you brought him back to life in that graveyard. It had been two weeks since Meave died and he wasn’t sure what he expected when he went to visit her for the first time but it sure as hell wasn’t you. You were mesmerising.

“After our second date I told, um, him that I was done. I told him I had money, I tried to give him everything in exchange for my freedom - a life with you, Spence, would have been worth it. He wouldn’t let me, though. We ended up meeting less and less frequently and I managed to convince him that there were worse ways to ruin his enemies' lives than death.

“I thought I was done. I was happy, we were happy; I foolishly believed we could lead a normal life.

“He told me five more people and then I was done. I did the jobs without hesitation, it’s not like they didn’t deserve it.

“It was supposed to be our last meeting, earlier,” you weren’t aware of what time it was anymore, the hours just rolled into one another, “and he revealed my loving boyfriend had lied to me. That you were a profiler for the FBI. He didn’t give me a choice, I had to…I had to kill you.”

Spencer couldn’t breathe. He forced himself to inhale, hold, and then exhale. He had more questions he needed answering.

“So you did not kill Sheppard, Daugherty, Smith, Chen or that bastard Keith?”

“No.”

“Why should I believe you? Why should I believe anything you say?” He did know why he was being so harsh. It was like Spencer had become two different people and he was standing mute watching this cruel figure shout at the love of his life. He wished more than anything that you could just stop loving someone, and turn it off like a switch. Spencer feared he would love you forever.

Mirroring your conversation earlier, he asked: “How did they end up dead then?”

“I told you before, I don’t know.”

‘Then think!”

“I can’t-shit.” The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. It was Ben. He had lied to you - every life you thought you had spared, you had been wrong. He had been playing you the whole time. Perhaps you were a pawn after all.

Spencer seemed to come to the same conclusion as you.

“It was him, wasn’t it,” he asked.

There was no point lying, he knew your tell, you knew that, “yes.”

“What’s his name.”

“I can’t-”

“I won’t let him hurt you y/n, sweetheart. If he comes after you, if he touches a hair on your pretty little head, I will kill him. And…I will sleep well.” He knew that it made him a hypocrite and no better than you but he didn’t care. The thought of someone hurting you made him feel nauseous.

You whispered, “Ben. His name is Ben.”

With that, Spencer got out of his chair and went to open the door. He heard your voice call his name “Spence” from behind.

He paused but he could not bring himself to turn around and face you.

You continued anyway, “Spencer, Spence, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: ‘Come with me,’” Your voice cracked, you couldn’t disguise your sobs as you watched Spencer. “‘We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.’ Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”

You hoped Spencer would come back, you foolishly hoped he would hold you but you should have known by now that hope is a myth, a horrid, twisted lie.

‘I love you, still. Always,” you promised the vacant room.

As he, at last, left the interrogation room, Spencer’s facade slipped - his composition crumbled. Heartbreaking, he leant against the door. He was exhausted from pretending that he didn’t care. As the tears started spilling down his cheeks, Spencer slid down the wall, drawing his knees up to his chest. Harsh sobs echo down the corridor.

Why was it always him? Why couldn’t he live a perfect life for once - it didn’t even have to be perfect, it just needed you.

By the time Spencer heard the voices of Emily and Rossi in the distance, he had already decided. He was going to find this ‘Ben’ and he was going to destroy him for what he did to you.

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Ben scrubbed at the blood that stained his knuckles, intently watching his reflection in the mirror above the sink basin.

He didn’t look away when he heard a gentle knock at the door, “enter,” he called.

The new girl, Beth something, walked in, twisting a dark curl around her finger.

“What?” He demanded.

“Y/N’s been arrested, sir,” she said, “and the agent is still alive.”

“Stupid bitch,” Ben scoffed, turning round to face the timid girl.

“She was foolish enough to get arrested and keep her dickhead boyfriend alive? Did she think she’d get away with it or what? I should have gutted that brat when I had the chance.”

Ben grinned at the thought, his rotting teeth on display. Beth took a subconscious step back at the putrid display.

“How long will her sentence be?”

“For life, Sir.”

His nasally laugh engulfed the pair, “Good. Y/N’s fallen right into my trap - it’s all going to plan, Brittney,” the destruction Ben planned to bring excited him, “Checkmate.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Part four will be uploaded soon ◡̈

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johbeil · 6 months ago

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Mit dem Fahrrad auf dem Weg zum Schloss

Franz Kafka gewidmet Für die Fahrt zum Schloss hatte ich mich gut vorbereitet – die Pumpe geprüft, in das Kästchen mit den Flicken hineingeschaut: war alles da – Flicken verschiedener Größe, Tube mit Kleber, Reibeisen. Mir die Ledertasche mit einem guten Vesper und einer Tafel Schokolade umgehängt, die Wasserflasche gefüllt und in den Halter am Rahmen eingeklinkt. Dann nichts wie los. Auch das…

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#Bürokratie #Fahrrad #Flash Fiction #Franz Kafka #Groteske #Johannes Beilharz #kafkaesk #Kakanien #Kurzgeschichte #Schloss #Ultrakurzgeschichte

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comfortless · 8 months ago

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"held back by a leash that no one’s ever thought to untie, constantly growling and leaping at anything that gets too close just to simmer down to whimpering and begging the second he’s pet just once" ??? 😩 This is so real and relatable (I'm crying in the corner of my room). Lord have mercy, I need to kiss every ridge and groove on your brain.

The way I giggled when you mentioned his fleshlight is crazy. I was actually thinking of saying something similar but then I decided against cause the message would've been too long. I was trying to decide if he would be the type of man to get one of those insanely realistic sex dolls. Maybe he felt particularly desperate to have something in his bed (something that can't just get their clothes and leave before he wakes up) or he would just be curious. If he actually got it, by being impulsive, now he has this thing in his house and kind of regrets it. Yeah, it's soft and doesn't look bad, but it definitely doesn't look like a real woman either. It gives him the uncanny valley effect and puts it out of sight for now. How would he even get rid of something like that? Is it recyclable?

I've got brainrot when it comes to this man, I know. I might start reading Letters to Milena by Kafka so I can yearn more accurately for a man that doesn't even exist. This time I have no nice poems to quote but I feel like Konig is very much Sleep token coded. Idk what type of music you like but their lyrics are yummy.

P. S. Your fics are like vitamin D + Omega 3 getting me through this shitty British weather with my sanity more or less intact. Lots of consensual kisses!

oh my gosh and you are more brazen than me because i thought the same, just… kept that to myself!

if he has the money why would he settle on some little silicone tube when he could at least have something to cuddle up with, too? it isn’t like he has visitors often (or at all), though there are some nights when he definitely feels pathetic and disgusting for having it: haphazardly shoves the doll in the closet and settles for his hand instead…

also much to ponder in regards to his impulse control…! for the most part, he probably considers himself to be pretty rational; reasons with every decision by thinking well, x happened so then comes y. his dating life is shallow at best and utterly devoid of anything at worst, it’s… reasonable that he would have some sort of outlet, even if he knows that buying the damned thing has basically sentenced him to never having any sort of stable relationship. if some sweet woman actually gave him more than just the time of day, if she actually wanted to be with him but… she sees that mimicry of a woman’s warmth lying in his bed? she’s either laughing at him or immediately making up some excuse to leave. and if that happens, then of course he’s got to find a way to get rid of it. he’s tossing it in a hole in his backyard or burning it. sorry environment. this is König’s world now and the sex doll can no longer be in it..!

he would never pull something comparatively ridiculous in his career, maybe a few mistakes here and there but he plays a character when he’s König. and König is all menace or indifference, never the pitiful thing that gets so wound up over his own purchase he’s got to destroy it at all costs. though in the time that he did have it… the soldiers around him are certainly aware that he had some ‘girlfriend’ he spoke rather highly of at home that always had her legs open for him. he never seemed in higher spirits, though…

Letters to Milena is sooo quotable for him. i will give you this one: “Auch ist es vielleicht nicht eigentlich Liebe wenn ich sage, daß Du mir das Liebste bist; Liebe ist, dass Du mir das Messer bist, mit dem ich in mir wühle.”

i have an entire ridiculous playlist that is just… all over the place with songs that remind me of him, perhaps i will give Sleep Token a chance and throw a few onto it! ^^ i am always looking out for König-coded songs… Never Land by Sisters of Mercy is possibly my favorite to suggest when it comes to him. <3 the full length is my go to but - a fragment encapsulates it almost as well!

burying you in a world of hugs right now, anon! pleeease send your weather my way! it is HOT here! your messages are vitamin C and a lovely cup of earl grey to me! <3 i am glad that you appeared!

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averagelivingbeings · 17 days ago

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The black magic tube, Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Top Blade/Bottom afab Dan Heng

Dan Heng finds a weird dildo (penis model?) and decides to have some fun with it, unknowingly getting revenge on his lovely boyfriend.

Word Count: 4759

Tags: PWP, afab Dan Heng, magic dildo, public humiliation, semi-public sex (Ren is jacking off in the woods), masturbation, squirting, cock ring, long distance sex (again), big dick Ren

Afab Language used for Dan Heng

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Dan Heng found the strange tube lying around on their messy bedroom floor, while trying to exorcise his boredom in Ren’s absence. At first, he thought his partner had once again forgotten to properly stash away that cursed fleshlight that had brought public shame over him, but upon opening it, he was not greeted by the uncanny sight of his pussy inside of a tube.

He instead met the gaping darkness typical of a black plastic tube, but upon closer inspection, there was something inside. His wrist would have been small enough to fit inside, but Dan Heng didn’t want to risk losing a finger to something potentially dangerous and instead simply turned it around and dumped the thing out.

It was a penis.

A not very special, but very realistic and familiar looking soft penis with equally ordinary balls, both attached to some black box, which had a suction cup.

“Ew-!” Dan Heng unceremoniously jumped away from it, when it jumpscared him. The thing looked like it had just been freshly cut off of its poor owner, minus the blood and wounds such an act would cause.

After the initial shock was over, he carefully approached it like a curious cat, squatting down on the floor to take a close look at it.

It had a beautiful, tan colour and smooth skin and for a soft human penis, it was quite large.

Dan Heng figured it was some kind of toy or silicone model and upon cautiously picking it up by the hard plastic part, he was amazed at just how realistic it looked and felt. It reminded him of those hyperrealistic cake videos, surely it would take an artist of about this level to create such a convincing model.

Lost in his thoughts, as he kept on staring at the thing like Gollum at the ring, he took it to the bedroom to sit down and take a closer look at it.

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“So, spill it, Firefly~” Kafka sang, swirling her glass of wine around, as she leaned forward in her lawn chair, eyes fixated on the silver-haired girl across from her. “How is your… Situationship going with those twins?”

“Well…” A blush crept into Firefly’s face, just barely bright enough to be visible in the flickering firelight.

Ren rolled his eyes internally. He came to this gathering to hang out and have fun with his friends, not to be reminded of relationships and the fact that his lovely boyfriend didn’t want to join him and that he was lonely here. As the designated driver he wasn’t even allowed to drown his misery in alcohol.

“It’s going pretty good…!”, Firefly continued. “Recently they both approached me and suggested I just date both of them.”

“Isn’t that essentially a threesome?” Silver Wolf interjected, eyes still glued onto her phone screen. Neither the promise to try and set it down to focus on her friends nor the fact that they were on a campsite in the middle of probably nowhere had deterred her from playing her gacha games.

“Not exactly”, came the reply from Veritas Ratio, one of two guests the group had found nearby and spontaneously invited to their gathering. He and his partner Aventurine were another reason Ren wished he could teleport Dan Heng over to battle the physical loneliness he was currently suffering from. “A threesome would mean that all involved persons engage in sexual and romantic activities with each other. In your case, that would mean incest for the twins. What they suggested is more akin to a polyamorous relationship.”

“Ever the smart one, Veritas~” Kafka smiled at him.

“Right… That makes sense…” Firefly agreed, lowering her gaze thoughtfully at the flames.

“Sooo…” Ren spoke up, wrenching his jealous eyes away from the reality tv couple that was Veritas and Aventurine. “Have you accepted their offer?”

“Not yet… I’m just not sure…” The girl sighed and snuggled deeper into her blanket. “What if I start to like one more than the other?”

“Theeen~” Aventurine cut off his sentence to accept a sweet kiss on the lips from his lover. Ren was this close to wrenching them apart forcefully. “You need to figure out if it’s worth letting go of the other or not. And talk to them, that’s essential.”

“You say that as though you excel at communication within a relationship.” Veritas rolled his eyes and adjusted the blonde in his lap.

“Hey now, I’m making progress! When’s the last time you complained about me not telling you about my most recent…”

Ren sighed and glanced at Firefly who looked a bit lost and left alone. “Don’t you worry.” Reaching over, he patted her shoulder through the thick blanket. “I suggest you go for it and have a good time with them, while the opportunity is there.”

A small smile appeared on her face, the bickering of the other couple fading into the background. “Thank you, Ren. I’ll do that.”

He couldn’t help but mirror the smile. Moments like these are what he came here for.

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Dan Heng had figured the dick was supposed to be a sex toy.

Why else would it have a suction cup at the bottom that stuck to nearly every smooth surface, including his own chest? Said suction cup was apparently also just a part of some lid on the black box which revealed a screw hole, meaning it could also be attached to a machine or something the like.

Still, why would anyone make a sex toy of a soft penis? Was there a specific fetish for those? For those that found erectile dysfunction super sexy.

Dan Heng supposed everything existed, so he didn’t further question the toy’s reason for being in this world.

Now, after having looked at it so closely, he was reminded of Ren. His dick looked very similar to that toy when soft, Dan Heng knew it, even though he rarely saw it soft for an extended amount of time.

He missed his boyfriend.

He was also horny now.

Dan Heng looked around, the clock mockingly telling him that it would still take a few hours until Ren came back from his little gathering. After listening to the various arguments of the prideful part of his that didn’t want to jack off and the horny part of his that really wanted to get off now, he decided that he wanted some cock now.

He could take out one of those monster dildos they had in their toy box, but Dan Heng’s attention remained on the newly discovered toy, gingerly grabbing it and curling his fist around it to stroke it gently.

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“Well, a few months ago Dan Heng found this store that sold-“ Whatever Ren wanted to blabber about died on his tongue, when he suddenly felt a hand around his cock. Not even palming him through his pants or anything, no, just straight up a hand curled around the base of his soft dick as if the thick, black fabric wasn’t even there.

“So? What did the store sell?” Aventurine yanked him back to their conversation, which had coincidentally switched to their love lives, specifically their escapades in bed. Ren had not liked the path their little chat had gone down, but soon found it oddly pleasant to talk about this topic with them, even though it made him miss Dan Heng even more.

“Right. It sold sex toys.” The hand slowly started stroking him and Ren couldn’t stop his cock from twitching and starting to grow.

“A sex shop, huh.” Veritas spoke up. “There are plenty in this town, but since you are referring to a… Special one, I assume you are talking about Steamy Oak?”

“Yes. That one.” Ren pressed his lips into a thin line and furrowed his brows, as he folded his hands over his crotch. He wished he had a blanket like Firefly, which he could use to cuddle into and hide the fucking boner that was growing in his pants. “Anyway, we uhh… Dan Heng bought an interesting fleshlight there. It uhhh…” He was blushing by now, the hand just wouldn’t stop stroking him and he even started feeling wetness, as though someone was adding lube or something to ease the glide.

“What about it?” Aventurine tilted his head, he still seemed awfully interested despite Ren looking like he was about to violently shit himself.

“When you use it-!”, he pressed out, voice rough and strained. The two leaned in as if he was about to share confidential state secrets. Either they were oblivious as fuck or ridiculing him. “Another person connected to it can feel exactly what you’re doing to it-!”

“Ohhh…” The couple sounded like an audience captivated by a magician.

“How curious.” Veritas stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I have heard a myriad of strange rumours about the enigmatic owners and the wondrous items of the store, but this is something else… Are you certain such a toy exists?”

“Do I look like I would lie to you?” Ren knew he probably looked like a constipated and cornered cat, glaring at them as he tried to steady his breathing and keep his cock concealed. Moments like these made him wish he didn’t have one or at least not such a big one that, depending on the clothes, would be hard to hide even when soft. At least the hands had retreated for now.

“Haha, don’t worry, we believe you!” Aventurine smiled at him, his uncannily beautiful eyes shining mischievously behind his pink shades. Why did he even wear them when it was dark? “Mm, you don’t happen to know where I could find that store, hm?~”

“Gambler.” The warning look Veritas shot his boyfriend didn’t seem to deter Aventurine at all.

“Relax, doc~ I’m just looking for new ideas, y’know?”

“If these ideas involve you using a fleshlight to-“

Ren couldn’t keep listening to their bickering, the hand was stroking his cock so determinedly, it was like it knew exactly how to get him hard. He had tried to tuck it between his legs, but he couldn’t do that without shoving his hand into his underwear and that would be more than obvious, so he instead opted to nudge it to the side, where it created a way too obvious, cock-shaped bulge. If he could just…

His eyes fell onto his jacket which he had dumped next to Veritas’ and Aventurine’s chair.

Perfect.

Swiftly and silently, Ren leaned over and snatched it up, before placing it on his lap and hiding his boner. If the hand was content with just stroking him like this or even better, leaving him alone now, he might die from getting teased, but he’d avoid a humiliating moment in front of his buddies.

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The dick was getting hard.

What the fuck.

Dan Heng had barely begun stroking it, when he noticed the girth filling up between his fingers. “Wow…” He traced the shaft with his thumb, amazed at how real the material felt, almost like real skin, like Ren’s skin.

Looking around, he quickly found a bottle of lube on the nightstand and picked it up to coat the toy with it and make it easier to stroke. Dan Heng observed how the thing twitched in his grasp and even started taking on a red colour towards the bulbous tip, just like Ren’s cock usually does. Even the thick, pulsating veins riding up the shaft matched and he couldn’t help but be entranced.

Soon, after slowly and teasingly stroking the silicone dick, he had a throbbing monster of at least eight inches standing tall and proud in front of him on the bed. The sides were shiny with lube and if Dan Heng focused really hard, the thing seemed to be twitching, as if it was aching for a tight hole to sink into.

He licked his lips, by now he was already feeling wet between the legs and this cock looked just about ready to demolish him, Dan Heng didn’t want to wait any longer.

He quickly peeled his shorts and underwear off and discarded his shirt, before comfortably settling on the bed and gingerly picking the toy up by the black box with the suction cup.

He poured more lube over his fingers and some on his cunt for good measure, the cool sensation of it trickling over his sensitive clit sending teasing waves of pleasure through his body. “Nghhh~” Moaning, Dan Heng rubbed his wet cunt, letting two fingers slip inside to stretch himself out for the girth he was about to take.

The tip glistened with lube and twitched, as Dan Heng stared at it with half-lidded eyes and leaned over to kiss it. It even had a urethra, he noted, as he kissed it again and slowly let it slip into his mouth, lapping at the head with his tongue. The heaviness and the way it spread his lips apart drove him insane, as he sped up the thrusts of his fingers.

“Hahhh, mghhh~” Slackening his jaw, he pushed the length deeper inside, pressing his tongue against the underside and enjoying the veiny texture of it. It took all of Dan Heng’s willpower not to cum from fucking his throat and fingering his cunt alone, but he managed to force himself through it, stilling his fingers and pressing against his clit. He waited, the uncanny dildo resting against his lips, as he panted and paid attention to every twitch of his pussy.

~/~

Of course he shouldn’t have believed himself to be lucky.

Ren only narrowly avoided gasping in surprise, when something wet and warm pressed a wet kiss against his tip. Lucky for him, Aventurine and Veritas had gotten engrossed in Silver Wolf’s game with her and Firefly was getting more food from their car, which left him with only Kafka’s attention.

“A-Ren?” Kafka tilted his head at him. Of course she noticed it immediately. “Is everything alright? You seem distracted.”

“Nothing”, he grunted out gruffly, eyes narrowing, when the invisible mouth wrapped itself around the head of his dick, its insides as warm and heavenly as his boyfriend’s mouth. “Just… Missing Dan Heng.”

“Is that so…?” She hummed, taking a sip of her wine, before noticing that it was already empty, much to her disappointment. With a sigh, she leaned forward, eyes glued to Ren’s flushed face, his tight lips and his dilated pupils. “Is that…”, the woman whispered quietly, barely audible to anyone except for Ren and herself. “Is that why you’re hard?”

“Ah-!” Ren coughed awkwardly and quickly pulled away from her. There was no malice or amusement in her voice, it was just a plain, simple question, yet he decided to carefully check if his jacket was covering all of his bulge. Even through the thick fabric, he could feel the shape of his cock, yet not a single trace of the mouth that was currently trying to suck the life out of him. It took all of his willpower not to growl. “I…”

“Don’t worry, A-Ren.” Kafka placed a hand on his knee and shot him a reassuring smile. “I won’t tell anybody.”

“Mgh… Thank you, Kafka…”, he rasped out, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. By now his body had given in to the pleasure and his cock was leaking pre-cum into his pants and boxers. Ren really wanted to fuck something, preferably one of Dan Heng’s holes. It was interesting to feel that the mouth couldn’t seem to take more than a third of his length.

“You know… If you want to… Take care of it, you should go now.” Kafka shot him a look of concern. Did he really look that pathetic at the moment? “Before the others’ attention is back on us. I’ll just tell them you went to the loo.”

“Mm… Okay. Thank you.” Giving her a nod, Ren awkwardly shuffled out of the chair and scurried into the dark forest behind him. The prospect of being caught with a hard-on sounded way worse to him than being mauled to death by a serial killer in the woods where no one could hear his screams.

The mouth had apparently had enough from sucking him and he only felt a hand loosely holding the base of his cock, as though waiting for something to be ready.

Hopefully it’ll stay like this long enough for him to find somewhere far away and comfortable enough.

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Once he deemed himself ready, Dan Heng positioned the toy at his cunt, letting the heavy tip and the thick shaft glide over his wet pussy. He moaned quietly and closed his thighs around it, watching with half-lidded eyes how the big dildo fucked his thighs. If he wasn’t aware of the empty space in front of him and his own hand moving it, he could’ve sworn it was Ren teasing him.

Flexing the muscles of his thighs, Dan Heng intently watched it throb between his legs, shuddering, when the veiny shaft brushed against his awaiting cunt. It looked just desperate as he felt, feral and dying to sink into a tight, warm hole and that made Dan Heng feel evil.

“Is that what you want, hm?”, he groaned, more to himself than the toy, as he slipped the tip into his hole, shallowly thrusting it an inch deep, before pulling it out and thumbing the slit. It twitched in his hand and the red colour made it look like it was steaming with pent-up arousal and anger, aching to dump a load into him.

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“Ugh…” Ren sank down on a rock, grunting as if he was already balls-deep inside his boyfriend. But that’s what it felt like after all.

Something hot and wet was wrapped tightly around his hard length, teasingly moving up and down and occasionally something wet and inviting kissed his leaking tip.

With a growled curse, Ren spat into his and fished his dick out of his pants. Wrapping his fist around it, he messily thrusted into his hand, while the other went white with how hard it gripped the cold stone underneath him.

A small, sane part of him felt humiliated at the way he was hunched over the rock, groaning and rutting into his own fist like some animal in rut. But the feeling of firm flesh around his cock, the tip just barely breaching a warm, inviting hole, drove him insane.

Ren would’ve already grabbed the owner of this delicious-feeling cunt and rammed himself in to the hilt, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was alone in the woods and the only flesh he had to fuck was his own hand.

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A thought crossed his mind, as Dan Heng paused his movements and clenched his thighs tightly around the dildo. If he had to go through the trouble to get it hard, what if it came before him? He knew it was ridiculous to think that a fucking sex toy could cum, go flaccid and enter some sort of refractory period, but then again, who in their right mind even made a dildo that wasn’t permanently hard? It was just cumbersome to use.

Like most men, a funny part of Dan Heng’s brain helpfully supplied, as he circled the tip over his hole. He was dying for a good fuck by now, but the prospect of being denied release simply because his toy came before him, made him reconsider.

And grab a cock-ring.

Luckily, it fit perfectly around the massive girth, given that it was basically Ren’s size. And shape. And colour and everything.

“Heh…” He couldn’t stop a wicked grin from spreading on his face, as he brought the tip back to his hole and pushed it in.

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“Hahh-?!” Ren had mostly ignored the brief loss of stimulation, choosing to replace it by violently bucking his hips into his fist and chasing his pleasure that way, but the cold sensation of something being slipped onto his length couldn’t be ignored so easily.

Pausing his ministrations, he stared down at his dick, leaking and ready to burst. There was nothing at all, yet he could clearly feel the cold metal of a cock ring hugging its base and effectively preventing him from cumming when he wanted to. Usually he and Dan Heng only played with it, when the latter felt like poking a beast and sticking his hand into its maw full of sharp teeth.

A growl went past Ren’s gritted teeth, as he fumbled at the base of his cock, his efforts to get the ghost cock ring off futile. He could now feel the wet hole again, finally welcoming him inside.

Clenching his eyes shut, he placed both of his hands on the cold rock beneath him and rutted his hips forward, in the hopes of speeding up the process of sinking into the delicious warmth of the phantom cunt.

Ren was denied this sort of control that he loved so much, but the hole felt so uncannily realistic, he could just imagine his boyfriend lying underneath him, panting and moaning, as he slid into him.

He let out a sigh, when he was balls-deep inside the small hole, it was fluttering and clenching down around him, as if struggling to accommodate his size. The urge to pull out and roughly slam himself back in burned inside him, but he was starting to accept that it was a futile effort. Stroking himself wasn’t an option anymore either, his cold fist unable to match the heavenly hole that was currently shifting and twitching around him.

So he turned to sit on the rock and waited, watched how his cock twitched and dripped pre-cum, as he finally felt the pussy lifting up, its tight entrance hugging his tip, before sinking down again and drawing a low groan out of him.

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“Hahhh, oh shit~” Dan Heng moaned, when he felt the dildo bury itself inside of him and effortlessly hitting the best spots. “So full…” He clenched down on it and ground his hips around shallowly, enjoying the way it filled him up.

His walls subconsciously clenched down on the girth, as he slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in. Dan Heng felt himself practically sucking it back in, as he rubbed his clit with his thumb, whenever he sheathed the toy fully inside himself.

He wasn’t used to controlling the speed of the thrusts, but he found himself liking it, as he got to enjoy the slow drag and the tingling pleasure from each of them.

“Hahhh~ Mghhh~” Throwing his head back, he let his legs relax and fall open, as he worked up a steady rhythm and used his other hand to fondle at his chest. A squeal left his lips, when he harshly pinched his nipples, imitating the way Ren would play with them, whenever he fucked him in that position.

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“Fuck…” Ren barely even felt the cold night air of the forest, as he laid down on the icy rock. As if the ghost using his cock for a good fuck had human body heat, which Ren desperately chased by occasionally bucking his hips up. It didn’t help though, the hole kept a steady pace of sinking down on him and lifting up again.

He growled impatiently and flicked at his cock, the movement it caused not seeming to deter the hole around him the slightest. Ren’s hands were cold, when he used them to fondle his balls and slipped them up his shirt to play with his nipples and enjoy the warmth of his chest. His dick felt ready to burst at any moment, but the invisible cock ring mockingly denied him his release and only served to fuel his irritation.

“Hah-?” Then suddenly, the hole stopped moving, fully setting down on him and shifting around. Ren blinked in confusion, as he clearly felt coarse hairs tickle his scrotum, but even when he ran his fingers over it, there was nothing.

“Ngh-!” His hips reflexively bucked upwards into nothingness, when he felt the pussy around him clearly lift up, yet clench around him like a vice as though it wanted to lift him up with it. It came back down on his dick with force, far more than before. It was clearly riding him now with vigour.

Clenching his eyes shut, Ren dug his nails into his pecs and hissed, the overstimulation was starting to hurt. He usually didn’t mind it a little rougher, but overstimulation was one way to drive him batshit crazy.

~/~

“Shit-! Ren-!” Dan Heng groaned out his lover’s name, as he repeatedly slammed his hips down onto the cursed dildo. He had soon grown bored of the slow, gentle fucking and quickly decided to change position and ride that thing like his life depended on it.

The toy was soaked in his juices by now and the way it roughly hit the deepest spots inside of him was heavenly. Dan Heng made sure to roll his hips and grind down onto it whenever he slammed back down, using gravity as an aid.

His fingers were still deftly rubbing his clit, occasionally digging the nail into it to imitate the way his boyfriend would treat him. The pain was exciting and it sent electric sparks of pleasure through his body.

As Dan Heng felt his high approaching, he could feel the toy twitching more and more inside of him, as if it was actually about to burst at any moment.

“Just…! Hahhh, a second-!” Moaning, Dan Heng swiped up more of his juices and intensified the stimulation to his clit. His legs were starting to get sore from the speed at which he rode the toy, but he still went down harder and faster, until he felt something inside of him burst.

“Ahhh-! Ren!” He came with a shout, as the dildo sank into him one last time. His cunt clenched down on it as if it wanted to choke the length to death and Dan Heng felt a warm liquid gushing out of his hole and staining the bedsheets below, as he shuddered and closed his eyes in bliss, slumping against the headrest.

After a bit, he yawned and shifted, laying down on the bed to see that the dildo was going flaccid. With the cock ring still on.

“Wow… Came despite that thing…”, he muttered, as he picked it up and removed the cock ring to wipe them down with a tissue. “Although… Right, why would a dildo even come? What am I thinking…” Blaming the post-nut clarity and the bizarreness of his sex life, he slid off the bed and left to clean up the toys.

~/~

“Ungh…” Ren came back to himself feeling nasty and disoriented. He was certain he passed out there.

Once the hole had started to ride him forcefully, teasing and squeezing him with every move, he couldn’t take it anymore and had started to stroke himself with the hand warmed up at his chest. He had been determined enough to get off while the hole was still there and his dick felt sore, limp and pathetic now from the hard action he had put it through.

The rock was cold and uncomfortable underneath him, to the point it made Ren feel so exhausted he didn’t want to get up. But the very real sensation of his cum cooling and drying on his half-exposed stomach, the cold of the night in combination with his light attire and the distant memory of his friends waiting for him at the campfire brought him back to reality.

“Bah…” Slowly sitting up, he assessed the damage, happy that he had been at least sane enough to only cum on his stomach and the rock, but not on his clothes.

Fumbling around in the dark, Ren carefully slid off the rock and picked up a few dry leaves to wipe his abdomen clean and stuff his dick back into his pants. Smoothing down his hair and clothes, he stood there for a while, arms crossed over his chest and brows furrowed as he stared at nothing in particular.

He now felt water and a small hand running over his soft dick, washing it probably. It felt nice, but it would’ve been even nicer, if he was actually getting clean, but unfortunately, much like the phantom cunt and hand, the water was, but a sensation.

With a sigh, he shuffled back to the campfire and his friends, but not without seeing something akin to a golden, starry halo glow between the trees and disappear.

#honkai star rail #hsr blade #dan heng #renheng #hsr fanfic #blade honkai #honkai sr #fanfiction #nsft #⛩️ jays writing

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puppywithacomputer · 1 month ago

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S/I Intro Post #1!

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Fandom: Honkai Star Rail (tag: ⭐️🚂)

Name: R-05 (Raphael)

Age: > 1 yr (dw y'all, they're not human...well, it's complicated), appears mid to late teens (~18).

Pronouns: They/It, AFAB, disagrees with the concept of gender, presents androgynously or masc (would consider themself agender if it knew the term)

Orientation: NBLW exclusively, both romantically and sexually

Species: Former human consciousness inside an artificially grown human body (semi-human? Not like a cyborg or android, just a test tube body with someone else's soul inside)

Short Bio:

Lab Entry 08: Voice Memo: Assistant Researcher Alena Mire

After years of dedication by [REDACTED], Subject R-05 has gained sentience and fully autonomous control of its body. Subject shows a disinterest in its designated purpose of containing Stellaron energy, preferring to attempt communication with [REDACTED] and the team. Subject refers to itself as "Raphael", though it is currently unknown why and how R-05 chose this name. [REDACTED] is unconcerned by this behaviour.

Lab Entry 17: Voice Memo: Assistant Researcher Alena Mire

The lab has been breached by Legion forces. All subjects have been reprogrammed to self-destruct. [REDACTED] exempted R-05 from this programming. I have been tasked with escorting the subject to safe room 408- What was that? Something behind me? Subject R-05, run! Run- [ERROR - FILE CORRUPTED]

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F/O(s):

Kafka: Sexual/Romantic

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Flirt x Flustered, Fox x Bunny

Years back, Kafka accidentally killed a young Raphael - the soul inhabiting R-05's artificial body - while on her first mission as a Stellaron Hunter

Raphael doesn't remember Kafka, but Kafka recognizes them instantly, as R-05 looks exactly like Raphael

Raphael joins the Astral Express crew, while Kafka keeps tabs on it secretly because she's just so bewildered that they're alive

(Spoiler: Ruan Mei found a way to bind a soul to a humanlike shell, R-05 was her first and only success)

Kafka copes with hardcore flirting and manipulation to avoid addressing any real emotions

Himeko: Sexual/Romantic

Tropes: Mentor x Mentee, In Denial x Oblivious, Calm x Anxiety

Himeko is incapable of not adopting every sad pathetic child she sees on the spot (ex: March 7th, Stelle)

Very quickly realizes that something is Not Right with Raphael, but doesn't really mind because Raphael is the most unthreatening, wet-cat-vibes creature to every exist

Torn between feelings of attraction and maternal instinct

Jealous of Kafka's flirting with Raphael, tries to convince herself it's just maternal protectiveness

Stelle: Platonic

Tropes: Extrovert x Introvert, Dumbass x Idiot, Sassy x Sarcastic

Despite R-05's purpose being to contain Stellaron energy (aka their purpose is to destroy vessels like Stelle/Caelus and harness their energy as a power source), the two are basically traumabonded

Raphael would rather die than hurt Stelle, and Stelle similarly is highly protective of it

Bonding over being not quite human and enabling each other's idiocy

Ruan Mei: It's complicated

Tropes: Creator x Creation, Emotionally Unavailable x Emotionally Vulnerable, Possessive x Codependant

Ruan Mei has serious issues when it comes to her experiments

While she's not as flighty as Herta, she's not overly invested in 99% of her projects. Except Raphael

Despite not having the emotional availability to take care of her own creation, Ruan Mei refuses to let Raphael go, and is highly possessive of them, not seeing them as Raphael, just R-05

There's a vaguely sexual aspect to it, but that's mostly as a control tactic on Ruan Mei's side

(can you guys tell I like making characters feel guilty, lol)

S/I Trivia!

Raphael loves stealing clothes, their purple button down is one of Kafka's, and their "belt" is actual one of Himeko's ties. Stelle gave them their hair ties, and Ruan Mei helped them with all their piercings

The bandages deter their compulsive scratching habit, especially so they don't accidentally scratch out one of Ruan Mei's many implanted trackers

Raphael is too indecisive to choose a path, but is leaning towards Destruction, ironically their abilities are all shield based

Physically very weak, the chap-like piece over their pants is actually similar to a brace for hypermobility

Their tag will be ⭐️🐰

TBA (I literally downloaded this game two days ago lol, so pardon any lore contradictions, but it's so fun)

#proship art #my art >:3 #S/I: Intro Post #Fandom: ⭐️🚂#S/I: ⭐️🐰#proselfship #proship artist #proship #antis dni

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kurim-chis · 1 year ago

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"Never a Choice" — Kafka

AKA Elio offered Kafka a choice to spare the Trailblazer of their fate, and she turned it down.

This is also how I slingshot myself into the abyss of "overthinking on some random thing"

Something that just occured me is, WHY did Silver Wolf say that Kafka could choose between "two receptacles"?

There are several fanon interpretations as a result of having this at the start of the game: 1) Ppl joke that it makes Kafka our Mom. 2) It means that Trailblazer never had a gender to begin with because Kafka could've always chosen to have them be female or male. 3) Test tube baby Trailblazer! 4) Everything is fake THE SKY IS FAKE EVERYONE /bonk and it's just a game mechanic.

However, as it turns out, this was more likely just point 4. It isn't meant to have any relevance to the story, and is just there to make it convenient for new players to choose their preferred Main Character at the start point. I say this because Blade remembers Trailblazer from BEFORE the Prologue and seeing them tagging along Kafka for a long, long while. Whatever receptacle player chooses, they have always been that receptacle. Caelus and Stelle are VASTLY different from each other despite similarities, so he wouldn't be confusing Caelus for Stelle and vice versa.

However, because my brain wanted to think too much about it, what if we were to take this into a SERIOUS context:

Kafka's choice didn't matter. It was a predetermined fate in the "story" of Honkai Star Rail. Why?

Well, Blade remembers seeing the Trailblazer before. The Trailblazer had already existed prior to the prologue as "Stelle" if you chose Stelle or as "Caelus" if you chose Caelus, it's unlikely he would've said he recognized them if they were Stelle in the past but then Caelus in the future because, as I said, Caelus and Stelle look, well, different.

So why did Elio tell Kafka and SIlver Wolf that Kafka could choose? And it was only Kafka. Silver Wolf knew the Trailblazer but not as anything more than perhaps the Receptacle or an existence that Kafka knew, since she is indifferent to the choice of Receptacle X or Y, but then says that the Trailblazer will remember Kafka at least.

Kafka: Elio said this decision will bring about lots of changes. Silver Wolf: He also said it must be you who makes it.

After Kafka's companion quest and how the Trailblazer has ALWAYS been the Trailblazer you choose, so "making a choice" doesn't make sense or matter. (Unless well, gender change shenagians... But that is an another whole can of worms.)

BUT this made me think. To us, it's just a convenient game set up for us to choose a preferred MC. In the story however, perhaps the choice Elio was giving Kafka was to choose the "protagonist" of the story. Say for example that I chose Stelle, so Stelle is the person that used to travel with Kafka and was glimpsed occassionally by Blade in the past. Something happened to Stelle, maybe she died or her role was always to become a Stellaron vessel, and that's the deal she made with Elio; so, she willingly resets most - if not all - of her memories and becomes the Stellaron vessel in exchange for something. So the time came, she vanished, the Stellaron Hunters set up everything to steal Herta's Stellaron and house it inside Stelle, and so on.

Which brings us to The Choice. In this brainstorming (and totally WRONG IT'S ONLY FOR FUN!!!) interpretation of the scene where Kafka is choosing the receptacle, it could be that at the start of the game is Elio basically telling Kafka:

"You have a choice. Choose if you want the person you have travelled with to be the main character of this script. She will be the hero of this tale, the centerpiece to this plot, the protagonist of this story; but she will suffer. I will continue to use her as per my deal with her, just like I use all of you."

"However, you can also choose to give her fate to another. To an all-new vessel. Stelle will continue to be dead, but she will no longer be the pawn in this game, and she will not need to go through what the script entails. Instead of Stelle, another Receptacle will take her place."

"The choice you make will decide the future, and it will be the right one."

And Kafka will choose Stelle anyway (the same applies if the player chooses Caelus and Caelus is the predetermined MC).

Because she is Kafka and she does not understand many emotions, but most importantly she does not know fear, and thus cannot fear for Stelle's unknown destiny. She subconsciously loves Stelle, but she does not fear for Stelle's future. She regards Stelle very preciously, but she also trusts in Stelle. She knows that destiny will not be kind, but she will choose for Stelle to undergo destiny's trials anyways.

Becaue—

Because...!

Kafka: Listen. In the future, you will encounter all kinds of perils and hardships, but you will also have many wonderful experiences. You will meet companions who treat you like family, and embark on surreal adventures with them. Kafka: At the end of your jouney, all that perplexes you and troubles you will resolve. This is your future that Elio has forseen. Do you like it?

Elio says that if Kafka chooses Stelle, then Stelle - despite her hardships and suffering - will get the ending that she deserves.

Happiness. Family. All her troubles and woes, resolved.

Stelle's ending will be a happy ending.

And well, it's known that of the Stellaron Hunters, Kafka is probably the one who most zealously believes in Elio's abilities to see the many branches of the future.

However, perhaps it could be argued that the ending does not validate the process. Too much suffering would make ending too bitter to swallow. So much lost in the name of the greater good tends to make for a bitter victory. Moreover, this is only IF everything goes well, there's always the possibility that they will not be able to script the future in the best direction and everything will have been for naught. Like how in Kafka's Companion Quest if we refuse to help her, the future will go in the direction of Sam and Silver Wolf needing to bail both of them from Xianzhou, Blade being gravely injured, and relations with Xianzhou broken beyond repair probably as a result of Sam and Silver Wolf's less than peaceful methods.

The future is uncertain, but destiny will never be kind, and they both know it. That's why Elio still gave Kafka the choice to spare Stelle, and somehow, her choice will always be the right one.

Kafka chooses Stelle anyways.

Kafka believes in Stelle their destiny, and that's why she made that decision to not spare her on that day in Herta's Space Station.

(Because Stelle is her destiny. Hers.)

(Subconsciously most likely, even if Elio were to present her with the choice, Kafka will not accept anyone or anything else as her destiny.)

And perhaps, this is something that Elio had forseen anyways.

Anyhow, I chose to write Trailblazer as Stelle just to make it easier to explain my thoughts AND because I love Stelle and am unabashedly biased towards her. But like I said, this is a brainstorming that is in relation to the Trailblazer, and also applies to Caelus if player chose Caelus at the beginning.

AKA me making shit up. Thanks for reading all that brain vomit.

#kurim writes hsr #dont mind me it's just my brain vomitting nonsense at /checks time/ five a.m.#kafka #trailblazer #hsr #honkai star rail #kafka x trailblazer #kafka x stelle #kafka x caelus #just another hsr fan spouting shit out of her mouth #humu humu how to make brain shut tHE FUCK UP AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH #anyways I love kafka very much #I also love stelle very very much #ofc blade my darling i also love him very much uwu #BTW GILF YINGXING IS VERY HOT SOMEHOW!#aaaaahhhhhhhhhh the tragedy of the highcloud quintet it smells delicious :)

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antifainternational · 1 year ago

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Yes Virginia, The Nazis Were Fascists - Part Four

(this is part four of a continuation of a discussion we've been having with an Anon who challenged us to define fascism. In our previous response, we provided Anon with a photo of a poster from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, a bullet list from Yale professor Jason Stanley, quotes from William Reich, Ludwig von Mises, Harold Nicolson, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Henry A. Wallace, Marcus Garvey, a link to a video breakdown of the subject by Philosophy Tube, and recommendations to read books by historians Mark Bray, Robert O. Paxton, Umberto Eco, and Hannah Arendt - all of whom have published key works on the topic. Anon did not do his homework and instead sent us an immediate reply, informed solely by the two images we included in our response, ignoring everything else we cited. His reply includes some, uhh, pretty incredulous claims. In this post, we crack our knuckles, get someone to hold our beer, and tee off).

ANON: While the nazis had a disdain for intellectuals (whoever those may be), they appreciated art. AI: The nazis appreciated art they believed aligned with their ideology (e.g. classical Greek and Roman art). But they also rejected and vilified other art forms as "degenerate" including existential literature, expressionist, modernist, and surrealist painting, and jazz music. Thousands of works done in these styles/traditions were banned by the nazis. Museum directors who had displayed modernist art were fired. The works of dozens of authors - including Ernest Hemingway, Franz Kafka, H.G. Wells, Marcel Proust, Jack London, and Bertold Brecht - were banned. Thousands of avant-garde artists were branded as enemies of the state and forced into exile. In 1942, the nazis held an event in occupied Paris where "degenerate art" - including works by Pablo Picasso, Salvador Dali, and others - were burned in a massive bonfire. We don't think that is what most people would call "art appreciation."

#antifa #nazis #fascists #fascism #nazis were fascists

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shroomdreams · 4 days ago

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Heyyyoo

(This isn't a request, just a thought I had and wanted to share with you!)

So, I've recently read through some of your Propagation!Reader fics! (particularly Kafka and Ruan Mei's parts), and I just absolutely loved them, monster fucking with the Reader as the "monster" just hits different 😩

Now, my thoughts here were orienting particularly towards the Kafka part. Now, it seems Reader has a pretty good relationship with Kafka's family co-workers. But you wanna know who I'm particularly interested in? Firefly.

Now, I know Reader isn't one of the Swarm, but she is still a creation of the Propagation. And when it comes to the Propagation... well, dearest Firefly doesn't have the fondest memories regarding them 😬

OH you're so right... Now admittedly I didn't think too hard about pairing the reader up with Kafka b/c my mind operates on porn with some plot when writing smut (esp with the Propagation series b/c realistically Reader would be in hiding HAHA), but you've opened up a few avenues of thinking

I think prior to Kafka and the Reader pairing up, Firefly pretty much avoided them like the plague, considering that they're a living remnant of the past that Firefly doesn't want to remind herself of. Like she can be cordial with them, but she's uncomfortable looking at Reader due to their ties with the Propagation. Honestly I can't blame her! I wouldn't want to look at one of the few remaining parts of the Swarm Disaster walking around...

But maybe she feels a strange kinship towards Reader due to their shared past with the Propagation. Maybe after Kafka's kids hatch, she can't bring herself to be upset at the spawn her friend created with Reader. We have to remember that Firefly was a test tube baby created with the sole purpose to fight the swarm, and her siblings in arms were meant to be expendable fodder for the Glamoth Empire. Kafka's strange children, meanwhile, were born for the sake of living...

Perhaps one day Firefly will be able to look at the Reader without feeling the pangs of hurt the Swarm Disaster wrought upon the universe. Until then, she stands off to side, watching as the strange little creatures flutter around the Hunters like a strange family.

#shroomie.ask #anon #tysm for the ask nonnie!#also WE NEED MORE MONSTER READER AND IM SO SERIOUS #nothing wrong with regular monsterfucking BUT THERES SO MUCH UNTAPPED POTENTIAL WITH MONSTER READER RAAAAAA #honkai star rail x reader #propagation reader #gif

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melancholic-hues · 9 months ago

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you’ve never felt fear (but i have, and i do)

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kafblade week 2024: prompt - wounds / touch / rescue

fandom - honkai: star rail

rating - general audiences

warning - graphic depictions of violence

category - f/m ; gen

pairings - blade/kafka

tags - kafblade week 2024 ; hurt/comfort ; needles ; i promise the warning isn’t that severe

word count - 906 words

content warning: needles and blood

He raises hell upon the facility they are sent to.

The alarms blare in the background, flashing red, red like the rest of his vision. The thick metal door glitches out of existence, courtesy of Silver Wolf’s handiwork, and Sam punches through the lever at the edge of the door connected to the rest of the facility and disables the place entirely. Blade slits the throat of the guards and some of the “medical professionals,” leaving them not entirely dead but near it. They deserve to feel agony as death slowly approaches.

They’d hurt Kafka.

After losing communication with her, like Elio predicted in the script, Silver Wolf had done everything in her power to get Sam and Blade into the facility to rescue her. This was all part of the script, Blade had told himself then. The script has an eighty-one percent chance of accuracy, and they almost went off-track if it wasn't for Silver Wolf rushing her entire process.

Now, though, they are back. And they will bring the entire facility to the ground with them.

Kafka is in the center of the room, machines surrounding her with seemingly hundreds of tubes inserted into her arms, her legs, her neck. Her arms and legs are almost entirely bare, her expensive shirt and pants ripped just at the shoulders and hips, respectively. She is unconscious, head down and magenta hair loose, cascading down her shoulder like elegant waterfalls. Even when sleeping and hurt, she looks so ethereal.

Blade cuts through the staff around them, going for fatal stops but never slicing his blade deep enough for an instant kill, and before he knows it, he arrives at the machines.

He does not take into account the carnage around him. All he sees is Kafka, injured and her body used in disgusting, unconsented ways, and the rage in him burns all the more. He does not fight the mara as it overcomes him.

More people flood into the room, guns drawn. He can feel the bullets pierce his flesh, graze his skin, tear his muscles, break his bones. All of the pain is dulled by the mara.

Sam, now next to him, works on getting Kafka out of her current condition. Blade is thankful for the automaton’s presence; he does not think he can safely remove all of those needles and chemicals in her body. Instead, he focuses on one thing: revenge.

He lets himself take damage, uncaring of his body’s protests, and brings them down one by one. Screams and the sound of bodies and weapons alike crumpling to the floor fill the room. Blade full on intends to make them regret ever, ever touching her. She is so much more than someone to be experimented on like an insect.

He pulls his sword out of the flesh of a soldier. Around him are the corpses of the staff, the aftermath of his hazy fury. His bandages and clothes are darkened with crimson blood, and he feels the wet sticking to his skin underneath. How much time has passed?

Kafka has always said his fights are a pleasure to watch. He does not agree; a woman like her is so much better than a mere weapon like him. Why Kafka spends time around him, knowing his hands are stained and his mind is fragmented, he does not understand. However, he is not sure if he will survive if Kafka leaves.

That is the last of them. He backs away from the body, blankly surveying the room. Bodies and guns strewn over the white tiled floors, some of them now splattered with blood.

“Bladie.”

He whips around on his heel, his breaths heavy and his eyes wild, and sees her. She is free of the machines, with Sam carrying her, but at what cost? She’s bleeding everywhere.

He is torn.

How can he let something like this happen?

As soon as the thought enters his mind, he mentally slaps it away. Kafka is not a damsel in distress from a children’s tale; she is more than capable to wreck the same, if not more, chaos upon demand. Yet, to see her reduced to something so fragile and small, he feels something he does not quite know what.

Kafka turns her head to look at him and winces. He does not start toward her; the mara is still in him. Burning. He wants to, though. He wants to be the one carrying Kafka. He wants to be by her side as she recovers.

These are dangerous thoughts.

“Listen,” Kafka whispers, voice filled with pain. His entire body stills as the familiar wave of calm and nothingness washes over him. “It’s okay. I’m here, and — ” she coughs, and Blade rushes over.

Sam gently passes Kafka over to him. “Do be careful. She is alright, but she is very injured right now. Recovery, however, will take approximately three to four weeks. This is because of a range of factors: possible abuse she might’ve endured — ”

“Sam,” Kafka interrupts.

The automaton does not continue.

Kafka stares into Blade’s eyes, hypnotizing magenta meeting red. With a shaking hand, she cups Blade’s cheek. Her hand is too cold. “I am not dying. Besides, I’m not scared. You shouldn’t be either. Don’t be scared.” Her honeyed voice is impossibly small.

“Kafka,” he says. His voice does not shake, and his eyes do not burn. “Let’s go home.”

Kafka nods, giving him a watery smile.

#melancholic-hues #writing-hues #blade x kafka #kafka x blade #honkai star rail #blafka #kafblade #kafblade week 2024 #hsr blade #hsr kafka #sam hsr #hurt/comfort #needles cw

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sonicasura · 4 months ago

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Trying to write a scene. I want to post it today or tomorrow.

My family likes to use charcoal-based toothpaste. It's either black or very dark Grey and that's what I think about when I imagine ghost!Kafka during his metamorphosis. I want to try squeezing it out of the tube in front of a camera for illustrative purposes, but I think my Dad might get mad at me for doing that as a grown man, heheh...

I look up the color first. Should that not work then squeeze a tiny bit of toothpaste out on a toothbrush, take a picture and say you're using just in case. It's not like you are using the entire tube and rubbing it on yourself.

Also now I got the image of Ghost!Kaflka just sticking outta someone's toothpaste for a prank.

#sonicasura #sonicasura answers #asks #knackfandomarchive #discoknack #kaiju no. 8 #kafka hibino #hibino kafka #ghost!kafka #inspiration

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starsandtulips · 5 months ago

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void archives has been a part of the stellaron hunters for a while, but not all of them were informed of this

characters⟡ firefly, blade, void archives, kafka, (mentioned) silver wolf, (mentioned) stelle, (mentioned) march 7th, (mentioned) himeko

relationships⟡ stelle/march 7th/firefly, implied ex-himeko/kafka

word count⟡ 843

firefly was finally being let out of her medical cabin for a little while, the first time she could leave since penacony. it did come with the caveat of still being hooked up to machines hooked to her wheelchair, being commandeered by blade, but firefly would take anything that got her out of her room.

blade was walking her down the hallway's of the stellaron hunter's ship silently. firefly didn't mind, her girlfriends were spamming her phone with a conversation and firefly could only focus on one thing at once. especially when her partners were concocting a plan to get their navigator and one of her coworkers back together.

her wheelchair stopped abruptly as they passed the threshold into the living room, jolting firefly. her eyes flickered up to see what was going on.

an unfamiliar blond man was sprawled across the couch, completely relaxed. his long gangly limbs stretched, draping over the sides of the couch, his legs nearly touching the floor. his head was thrown back, resting on the armrest, eyes closed in contentment.

firefly felt her muscles tighten, squeezing around the tubes connected to her body, her hand instinctively reaching for SAM's ignition piece. behind her she felt more than saw blade beginning to draw his sword.

the man on the couch lazily opened his eyes, blinking slowly when he met their gaze. one of his hands left their position holding onto one of the throw cushions to wave at them before the man closed his eyes again.

firefly couldn't believe what she was seeing. not only was someone brave, or stupid, enough to break into

"who are you?" blade's gruff voice broke the silence. he stepped in front of firefly's wheelchair, partially blocking it with his body. firefly squeezed SAM's ignition piece, ready to activate SAM if the need arose.

the man hummed in confusion, "what do you mean?" he twisted, finally standing up. he was much taller than his size laying down suggested. his gangly limbs almost seemed to grow

"who are you and why are you here?" from her position behind blade, firefly could sense the mara seeping into his words, pure malice coating his tone.

"i'm void archives, a stellaron hunter." the man bowed respectfully, but firefly felt the mockery rolling off of him. it was a blatant lie anyway, elio had shown the group a glowing cube that he had called void archives a couple of months earlier that was stored in his office. from what firefly could remember, it was certainly not a man.

blade growled stepping forward, swinging his sword into an attack position. firefly leaned slightly forward in her seat, ready to activate SAM to back blade up and protect the ship.

but before anything could happen, the room dropped briefly in temperature and firefly felt a neatly manicured hand on her shoulder. looking up, firefly saw kafka, her other hand on her hip.

"bladie, calm down. he's one of us." kafka cooed, imbuing her words with spirit whisper. despite not being the direct target, firefly still felt the aftereffects. a wave of artificial calmness swept over her and SAM's ignition piece slipped from her fingers.

the man rolled his eyes, plopping back down onto the couch and making himself at home. kafka stepped forward, letting go of firefly's shoulder to grasp blade's wrist, tugging him backwards.

"so who are you?" firefly finally ventured to say once the silence got to be too stifling.

"as i said. i'm void archives." the man repeated himself, gesturing into the air.

"the cube?" firefly was still confused. she tried to reconcile the image of a glowing, floating cube with the uncannily tall man in front of her.

"yes, the cube." void looked vaguely exasperated and done with her questions.

"oh, okay." not the oddest thing she's encountered while a part of the stellaron hunters, firefly supposed.

a ding sounded out from her phone, firefly looked down to see silver wolf asking about stelle and march's plan to bring himeko and kafka back together. oh right, that's what i was doing before.

frantically, ignoring the new, old she guessed, member of their group and kafka's and blade's conversation, she scrolled up on her girlfriends text thread. oh no. just as she had feared, their plans had spiraled out of control and they were now attempting to rope silver wolf into hacking into a ipc stonehearts bank account to get the money to rent out an entire mall just for a date for himeko and kafka.

SAM's ignition piece dropped into her lap, firefly startling and looking up. void archives was walking out of the room and, looking over his shoulder, threw her a terrifyingly sharp grin.

"you might want to get a handle on that," he suggested, "i've seen some of your partner's plans. none of them have gone well." firefly flushed, partially in anger in defense for her girlfriends and partially because she realized that void had probably been listening in each time elio had called firefly in to discuss her script in relation to her girlfriends.

#starrytulips #honkai star rail #stellaron hunters #firefly #blade #void archives #kafka #finally a non-astral express drabble!!#this is my first time writing all of these characters so i really hope that they're in character!#hope everyone enjoys and have a nice day!#dividers by cafekitsune

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