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evillysilly · 5 months

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2 | monster under the milkman's bed.

content warning: nsfw (lewd), porn with minimal to no plot, sex on the floor, sub francis (as usual), doppelganger (WITH TENTACLES!) male reader

a/n: my friends helped me out with this big special thanks to them 💜 also shout out to that one person who was the only person that reblogged my first post LOLL

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Francis was starting to think he was having really bad hallucinations, he's been checking under his bed every night, before he goes to sleep, because, he swore he saw tentacles under his bed, peeking out, like it was teasing him. He would also hear growls and grumbles underneath him when he tries to sleep, this was one of the reasons why he's been having lack of sleep.

he was getting more and more on edge, every damn night he would hear those noises, but when he checks, there's always nothing. he hopes to god— if there even is one— that he would finally catch this monster under his bed. he doesn't believe that he's going insane at all, i mean— if doppelgangers exist in this world why wouldn't monsters under beds exist as well?

well, after a few restless nights, Francis finally drifted off to sleep..

but what he didn't expect was a wet dream to happen.

a wet dream, a wet dream about the damn monster under his bed.

it was.. so vivid. the tentacles were teasing him, deliberately stroking his skin, undressing his pants, playing with the bulge that was being covered by his boxers, Francis couldn't help but felt himself harden even more from the touch.. maybe, just maybe, he has a thing for tentacles.

because the next thing he knew after waking up, he sat up on his bed with pearls of sweat trickling down his temple, he felt something weird, something wet underneath on what he's sitting on.

he pulled his blanket off, revealing his sheets wet by his morning glory (or well.. morning wood!), he looks at it in disbelief, breathing heavily. he runs his fingers through his hair, sighing and getting off the bed, he has to get rid of the sheets and wash them now, even when it's in the middle of the night, he just didn't really expect this to happen. it was.. weird. why would he dream of a monster under his bed doing those despicable things to him?

just remembering it made him shudder, he hastily takes the sheets off the mattress, wanting this to get over with. what the poor milkman didn't know, that you were watching him, and you were ready to finally expose yourself to him.

before Francis could even react, you pounced yourself on him, pinning him on the floor, as Francis finally realizes what was going on, he lets out a gasp, looking at you.

you looked human enough, but the only thing that caught him off guard was how you lunged at him, your teeth are razor sharp, and are those.. tentacles?

the. the same tentacles he's been seeing the past few nights? those tentacles are attached to your back. could it be? well, it does make sense. but why? why were you under his bed?

one of your tentacles gripped the milkman's throat, making him choke out another gasp before letting out choked noises.

"be quiet." you sneered at him, your hands were against the floor at either side of Francis' head, leaning close to him. you were so close to him, so fucking close, it was making him slightly dizzy.

as your tentacle loosen its grip on the milkman, you looked down to Francis' crotch, making him squirm under you. you hummed in amusement, looking at the tent in his currently tight boxers.

"what's this?" you tilt your head, one of your tentacles slithering towards it to touch it, making Francis bite his lip, trying his best not to let out a mewl growing in his throat.

you couldn't care less about that at the moment, you were curious with what's up with this human's body, the same tentacle continues rubbing against the bulge as it pulls the boxers down, displaying the hardened cock that Francis has, looks like it was already leaking with pre. interesting.

you never knew that humans can go through such things as this, but it was amusing, it made you wanna go further, your tentacles pulling his boxers all the way down as one of them teasingly places its tip inside the human's hole.

the tentacle on Francis' neck seemed to let go completely, joining in with the other tentacles, you could hear Francis let out a soft moan, his hips bucking, you could feel how desperate the human is, which made you smile even more.

a tentacle wraps itself around Francis' shaft, slowly stroking it as the other tentacle that was placing its tip in him finally plunges inside without any warning, making Francis yelp, his body shivering and his back involuntarily arching to your touch. "mm.. nghn- p- please... mm..." his voice was hoarse and weak, making you smirk even more.

"don't worry, I'm just trying to get used to this." you soothingly said, your strokes slowly increasing its pace, same with the tentacle thrusting in and out of Francis. "mm.. oh- agh- mmn..." those whimpers, it made you crave for more of those noises.

you grit your teeth, another tentacle was shoved inside him, letting another noise out of him, the tentacles inside him immediately found those bundle of nerves that has pleasure hastening for his cock, more pre-cum leaking out of his slit as you thumb it, making him let out a cry even louder.

"you're really cute like this." you utter, continuing your relentless torment on him, you could feel your tentacles hitting the milkman's prostate nonstop, more moans and cries spilling out from him. "'mmn- I- I'mm..!" he couldn't even continue his jumbled of words, for it was cut off by his own cry, his body shaking uncontrollably, his cock shooting ropes of cum all over you and the tentacle that was wrapped around it.

you let out a chuckle at the sight, your tentacles pulling out as the other one was slowly milking him dry, you couldn't help but wanted to taste him, so you did, the cum-coated tentacle going inside your mouth, tasting Francis with a hum.

as Francis watched, he lets out a whine, his chest going up and down, body still shaking as his muscles relaxes a bit. the tentacle pulled away as more showed up behind you, looking at Francis with a cruel smile.

"don't think we're done yet, human."

#francis mosses x male reader #francis mosses x you #francis mosses x reader #milkman x reader #tentacles...#dom male reader #this was supposed to be a smut drabble but i think i made it into a oneshot #smut shot #is that what its called?#zzz... writes

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dollfacefantasy · 7 months

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Rookiepillz: Here We Go Again

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: almost a year after the rookiepillz incident, you and your now-boyfriend play some video games together. he's got a special strategy to help you win.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief cockwarming, daddy kink, rookiepillz

word count: 1.8k

a/n: finally. rookiepillz has come back to tumblr. the most anticipated come back of the century in my book. i just needed something silly as a break from school. we'll be back to regularly scheduled programming momentarily. part 1 is here.

“ANOTHER GOJO!” you yell at your tv, flinging your controller to the other side of your couch. You feign a growl and look up at your boyfriend who’s lap you were laid up on. “Another fucking Gojo killed me. Can you believe this? It’s like a curse or something.”

He chuckles right next to your ear and kisses your temple. “You’ll get the win soon. You placed third that time, that’s not bad,” he tells you as you ready up again.

He was one to talk considering he planned and acted out a whole revenge scheme on you when he placed second. But hey, look at the two of you now. Snuggling on the couch, you wearing one of his shirts, playing video games in his lap while he gives you little smooches and whispers sweet nothings to you.

Sure, he used to be your stepdad, but he’s your man now. Sure, he dated your mom just to get back at you for beating him in a Fortnite match, but he also gave you the best dick of your life. And plus, he was pretty sweet when he wasn’t being a total asshole, so who are you to complain?

His arms squeeze around your waist, and he nuzzles the back of your neck, inhaling your scent as you beat on some innocent player in the lobby for having the default skin. He smiled as he watched your eyes light up with glee. He took in every word you said about how dropping at the pool house was the best strategy. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Yeah, he had fucked your mom as part of a long revenge plot over losing a victory royale. Yeah, he did humiliate you by spanking you and then revealing said revenge plot in the middle of fucking. But it’s only cause he knew you’d be his girl in the end. He was just having some fun with his sweetheart, right?

He half-watches you running around the map, giggling when you drive a car off a cliff or start doing the weeknd emote. A smile breaks across his face whenever you kill someone because you lightly tap his forearm and go “Look! Did you see that? I gottem.” And then he’d whisper to you, “mhm, that’s my girl” before planting another kiss on your cheekbone.

But what really got him going wasn’t the precious moments of joy or the sweet expressions of tension when you started losing health. No. What really fired him up was your rage. What could he say? It reminded him of nearly a year ago when he’d pulled you over his knee, the fire that had burned in your eyes. A day he’d never forget.

All he had to do was be patient for your match to start winding down. Once that notification came up that said there were only 25 people left, that red monster inside you would start rearing its head. The “motherfucker’s” and “god damn it’s” would start flying, and in no time at all, you’d be wearing that adorable pouty expression.

Like right now. He watched your character explode into a pile of loot. You slammed the controller down on your laps and crossed your arms, sinking back into his embrace. “That’s such bullshit. At least it wasn’t Gojo again,” you grumble.

Fuck, it got him hard.

“I think I know your problem, baby,” he says.

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. The one piece of certain leverage you had over your boyfriend was that you were a better Fortnite player. Whenever he gave you unsolicited advice on your playing, you made sure to bring up the fact that you had beaten him before.

“You’re getting so frustrated, y’know. I think you gotta calm down a bit. Let yourself relax so you can think and focus better. And I think I have a way you can do that,” he says.

“And what would that be?” you ask, tone growing softer as you start to catch on.

“How about you relax on daddy’s cock? I know you can only think straight once you’ve been filled up,” he purrs. His hands smooth up your stomach to your tits, coasting over your nipples that were already starting to harden out of instinct. Because if there was one guaranteed piece of leverage he had on you, it was that special word that you’d seemed so averse to just a few months ago.

“I think that’s a good idea,” you answer. It felt shameful that he could get a rush of arousal from you with just a simple word said in a particular tone.

You stand up, still working the controller as another match starts up. He tugs down your shorts for you, grinning like the madman he was at your lack of panties.

“Look at you all prepared,” he coos and kisses your hip, “You knew you’d be getting a treat from daddy today, hm?”

“Lucky guess,” you respond as he guides you back down. Your knees rest on either side of his thighs. He lines himself with your entrance and pulls you down until he’s bottomed out. You whimper and bite your lip, locking your eyes on the tv to focus.

For the beginning, he really does just let you sit there, nice and full. And maybe he was sort of right. You feel pretty calm so far. Everything is less stressful when, in the back of your mind, you’re noticing the way he twitches within you or the small grunts he lets out when you tighten around him.

You were so warm and tight. Felt just as good as the first time, and fortunately for you, there was no bombshell plot twist waiting around the corner. His fingers rub little circles on the outside of your thigh.

“What do you think? Is it helping, babydoll?” he asks.

“Mhm, thank you, daddy. Fits just right,” you say.

He chuckles at the cute way you say it. You work on sniping some people, he tests out rolling his hips. You sharply inhale but don’t protest. So he does it again. His cock slides through the warm embrace of your walls, kissing your favorite spots deep inside. You still seemed focused enough, so using his hands to hold you in position, he begins thrusting upwards.

Your breaths become longer and shakier, but you will yourself to maintain focus. The number of players was dwindling fast. He was bouncing you on his cock which normally left you empty-headed in seconds. But you needed this victory royale. You really were his girl.

He lets out a groan, leaning back against the couch cushions with his head tilted back. It wasn’t like he needed the win this time. He could let go. And so he did. He pistons his cock up into you faster by the moment.

“Fuck fuck fuck. Daddy there’s only two other people,” you whine in a plea for mercy.

“Almost there, baby,” he grunts. You honestly didn’t know if he was referring to your game or how close he was to cumming.

You don’t have time to think about that though because the circle is closing. You grit your teeth and grip the controller with all the focus you have left.

“Daddy, c’mon, I could win,” you whimper.

“I know, princess. You got this, pretty girl,” he mumbles while his eyes flutter. His abdomen twitches as he feels himself gearing up for release. “Tell you what. If you win this one, daddy’ll make sure you get a special reward later on.”

Now it is absolutely on. You can’t lose this. That’d be even more humiliating than the original rookiepillz incident. You’re dashing around the map as your boyfriend pumps in and out of you. It’s a difficult task, managing to hold off your release and try to win.

But soon enough you spot your targets. At the same time, it seems that Leon is reaching his. “Oh fuck, baby. So fuckin’ good. Daddy’s gonna fill you up just how you like,” he whimpers from behind you.

He bounces you, and you know your own peak is imminent. But you see the other players, and in an absolute miracle, you down one and then the other. The tv flashes gold with your victory as your body seizes with the white hot pleasure of release. Simultaneously, he unloads inside you, firing rope after rope into your tight cunt.

He fucks into you a few more times before actually coming back down to reality. You’re coming down too, melting back against his chest. He’s stroking your face when his eyes catch on the tv.

“Holy shit, you actually won?” he asks. His tone gives away that he’s actually impressed. and that’s your ultimate victory royale.

“Mhm, all for you,” you tease and lazily kiss his cheek.

“God, baby. Making me feel like the luckiest man alive right now,” he replies and reciprocates your small gesture of affection.

The two of you cuddle for a bit longer. You’re finished with the game, having finally gotten the win you wanted. And like always, he was such a sweetheart after, giving you kisses and praise, holding you close, even cleaning you up once he got up. Unfortunately, he had to go into work today, so it wasn’t long until he had to leave. He makes sure you’re content before he says goodbye with a kiss to your forehead.

Later that night though, you were alone at your place just as Leon was at his. You get a text. His contact lights up your lockscreen with the message “Get on Fortnite?”

You smile, hopping on your couch and turning on your console. You text back a “yeah hehe :)” He facetimes you, and you beam when you see his face, something you would have never thought possible when you met him. While you wait for everything to turn on and connect, you ask him about his day and how he’s feeling. He answers softly, heart melting at your interest.

To your surprise, when the game finally loads up, you have a gift. From rookiepillz himself.

“Leon…” you say excitedly.

“What?” he asks, playing dumb at first, “Just open it.”

So you do. You burst into laughter as Gojo appears on your screen next. “You’re so funny. I love you,” you giggle. It slips out so casually, he’s not even sure you registered what you’d let slip. He lets it go for now. He would tease you about it later. Right now, he was just so enamored with you.

As you prattled on about wanting to be the skin with the blindfold on and how he should get one for himself so you could match, he realized something. He’d lose every Fortnite match for the rest of his life if it meant he got you. His own personal victory royale.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x you #smut

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viviuxd · 9 months

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INNOCENT LOVE : a viking is in love with me! (Part 2)

SYPNOSIS:You are explaining to the Viking king why you cannot marry him, while you do so he agrees to join your belief and leave his gods, just for you.

PAIRING:Viking x Christian!reader

TW:mention of difference in spiritual beliefs.

Part 1

"What are you doing?!" You shouted angrily. Your hands instantly landed on his chest, pushing him back as you averted your gaze, noticing some servants present. You felt embarrassed for exposing your life in front of those people and hid your face, looking down.

Thorkell noticed your sudden change in attitude and chuckled playfully at your shyness. He turned toward your gaze and realized what was happening. He smiled mischievously and stood tall.

"Everyone, out! Our queen needs privacy," he demanded with a deep, powerful voice that echoed in the room.

You watched as everyone present left immediately, almost running. "I am not your queen," you murmured, glancing at him sideways.

"Soon you will be," he affirmed, grabbing your wrist with a firm grip that hurt you a little due to the force he exerted.

They took a few steps until they reached the throne. He let go of your wrist and turned on his axis to stare at you. He examined you with his eyes and then nodded toward the throne where he had been moments ago.

"Sit there," he demanded with the same dominant voice that sent shivers down your spine.

You were about to refuse. You didn't want to give hope that you'd accept, but neither could you decline; you didn't want to be disrespectful. Besides, Thorkell's gaze intimidated you. You were sure you'd have nightmares about him that night.

You climbed the steps leading to the throne. It was huge, imposing, and beautiful, just like Thorkell. You sat on it; it felt strange. You had always dreamed of being the queen of a nation, and now you had the opportunity, but you felt bad for disobeying God's commands.

You shook your head and clumsily got off the throne, embarrassed by what you had just done.

"I can't, I can't be the queen of Dantohira, Your Majesty," you apologized insistently, looking down in a gesture of submission and respect so that Thorkell wouldn't take it as an offense.

"Damn it!... Could you explain why you're forbidden to marry me?" He grunted angrily, one of his hands resting on his head, rubbing his temple.

You played with your hair, trying to calm your nerves a bit. "We're different... You believe in pagan gods, and don't take it the wrong way, Your Majesty," you said. "It's just that I am faithful to my God, my Lord, and I know that it won't please Him for me to join someone who doesn't love Him. Besides other differences..."

"Name them," he replied sharply, staring at you intently.

You sighed nervously, still not ready to have a discussion with the King. "I don't like your customs... I wouldn't like to marry a man who has several women, or a bloodthirsty man. I'd be in constant fear."

Thorkell approached you, this time respecting your space.

"You'll be the only one. I'll never look at other women, and if I do, I promise to gouge out both my eyes."

You chuckled a bit, charmed by what he had just said.

"That would be very nice, but... even so, you would still worship other gods," you looked at him sadly, noticing his attempt to maintain the marriage proposal.

"I'm not asking you to give up what you do for me-" You were interrupted by Thorkell's sudden action.

Thorkell turned around, leaning on the royal throne, grunting.

"Teach me about your God," he grumbled.

°१९*०°

"Then are you going to become a Christian now or something? I never imagined you doing something like this for someone, Thorkell." Tyr, Thorkell's younger brother, mocked him and his infatuation with you.

"Shut the damn mouth, Tyr," Thorkell growled, fed up with his brother's mockery.

"Brother, understand me, you've never been interested in a woman, and now you're doing these stupid things for a Christian girl. I'm starting to think she's a witch or something," he joked again, bursting into loud laughter.

"Anyway, that girl is quite pretty, I don't believe she's still a virgin... surely she's already slept with some lad over there," mentioned one of the guards who was close to Tyr. He was about to burst into loud laughter until Thorkell punched him, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Don't you dare talk nonsense about her, you useless," Thorkell growled as he kicked the guard's face forcefully.

"If she comes out of your mouth again, I'll knock out all your teeth, got it?"

Tyr grabbed Thorkell to prevent more blows, smirked mockingly, and looked at Thorkell.

"You see what I mean? You're more aggressive than usual, and it's because of that girl."

"Thorkell, you're in love with her."

#christian!reader #viking x reader #viking #vikings #thorkell #enemy to lovers #forbidden love #original fanfiction #original works #fanfic #headcanon #killer x reader #yandere x reader

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 9 months

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I Keep Thinking About a Gale x Ace!Tav x Astarion AU

It makes no damn sense. Compels me though.

Let me be clear, this would be an AU and not a continuation of the “canon” I’ve established with Ace!Tav. It’s just not how I picture their story playing out. All the same, I keep circling back to this in my brain. Call it a thought experiment.

I’m probably not going to write a full fic for it. So, if anybody wants to take this general idea and run with it, feel free. Just give me a shoutout. Or if you guys are curious about this AU drop me an ask and I’ll answer with some rambles.

Speaking of, shoutout to @leighsartworks216 for letting me ramble to them about it.

Astarion x Ace!Tav Masterlist (for reference)

Cards on the table, none of these people are ready for a poly relationship

Gale is explicitly monogamous and ties sex and romantic love intimately together. Astarion is still dealing with the idea of being enough and just ✨the trauma✨ . Meanwhile Tav has their own abandonment issues and is just waiting for Astarion to get bored and leave. And yet! This disaster trio won’t leave me alone.

So this whole thing gets started when Astarion approaches Tav about wanting to experiment with sex again

He knows Tav isn't interested in sex and doesn't want to make them feel pressured into having it just to please him, so they talk about opening up in the relationship

Tav is hesitant about it, but also doesn't want this to be the reason Astarion leaves and so agrees

They convince themselves that if Astarion wants to have a one night stand, it’s fine; so long as he’s not seeking out his emotional needs with other people then there’s no risk of him wanting to end things; this is, of course, a terrible way to handle it

So, with that hanging over their heads they reconnect with Gale over some quest (maybe getting a magical item to allow Astarion to walk in the sun)

Gale has been teaching and while happy is admittedly still a bit lonely so is grateful to see his friends again

Gale and Tav always had a close relationship, but seeing them again does stir up some of those old feelings he'd let lie because, you know, the Absolute (headcanon here for further details)

Gale internally berates himself for this because he 1) knows Tav is ace and therefor not interested in a sexual relationship which is something he prioritizes when it comes to romance and 2) Tav is clearly still in a loving relationship with Astarion, so he's not going to be the asshole to get in the middle of all that

He tells himself it’s just the loneliness talking and pushes that shit down

So, he starts getting closer to Astarion who, while still a bit of a rogue, has mellowed a bit and worked on some of his more selfish instincts

Honestly, having the opportunity to see how much Astarion is devoted to Tav increases his opinion of the man

He and Astarion’s relationship is still antagonistic, but much more playful than before

This culminated in a moment when Astarion and Tav are checking in on each other after a trap goes off

Astarion pulls them close a moment kissing Tav on the temple once it’s clear they’re fine

Gale watches this interaction, his stomach twisting with familiar jealousy, but pauses as his mind screeches to a halt realizing “wait, am I jealous of Astarion or Tav?"

Meanwhile Astarion is a bit surprised at Gale being more friendly with him, but he can't say he's complaining. He knows Tav missed him, and while he had his own jealousies early in the relationship, he's since moved passed it. Gale was the one to help him ultimately get together with Tav after all.

He makes more of an effort to get to know the wizard one on one and finds himself looking more and more

There is something oddly endearing when he rambles

Gods he really is a powerful wizard (connotation: scared and horny)

Did his robes always show off his chest hair like that

He really does make Tav happy

Until one morning he's laying in bed and snaps up enraged with himself like, "GALE?! OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU CAN FEEL COMPELLED TO FUCK. FUCKING GALE?!?!?!?!"

Full existential crisis

Yes, they said opening the relationship, but he knows how nervous Tav feels about it. They’ve told him about their past relationships and how so many of them fell apart when the topic of sex came up

But he also knows he can’t do a one night stand; he needs to trust the person he’s having sex with, he wants it to mean something

He knows Gale and he knows it would mean something with him

He also knows Gale’s opinion on monogamy; would he force him to choose between him and Tav? Would Gale even want to be with him? Astarion knows Gale used to feel deeply for Tav

And what if it ends badly? Gale is Tav’s friend, his friend. Fuck, this can’t be happening

Meanwhile Tav is reconnecting with Gale and is like, “Gods I did miss him…oh wait I like *missed* him, missed him”. But pushes that shit down because, again, in a very loving relationship with Astarion which they won’t risk for anything and 2) Gale has made it clear that sex is something he values in a relationship as a form of intimacy.

They knew they couldn’t give him that then and they can’t now

Tav is also starting to notice how Astarion is looking at Gale

They’re much more in tune with his emotions and can see he’s interested

Tav starts to feel jealous and then feels guilty for doing so because they said opening the relationship was fine

Gale is wonderful. They know he’d treat Astarion the way he deserves. They could hardly blame Astarion for ultimately choosing him

They knew deep down they were just a stepping stone on Astarion’s road to recovery. If he can be with someone who can give him so much love and sex, why would he need them?

It also doesn’t help that as they start noticing Astarion looking at Gale, they see Gale looking right back

They do feel deeply for Gale, but know his thoughts on monogamy

Besides, they turned him down before, they can’t expect Gale to have held onto those feelings

So they start to slowly distance themselves from both men, resolving that if Astarion approaches them about it, they’re not going to stand in his way.

This course of action causes all of them to start driving themselves crazy in their own heads

Astarion is scrambling because they can sense Tav pulling away and is desperate to figure out what’s wrong, but Tav won’t tell them anything

Gale can see it too and so is pushing down all of his emotions because “Tav I know you love Astarion and Astarion loves you, so what’s going on”

Tav can’t confide in him either so they just don’t say anything

This leaves Astarion and Gale to start confiding in each other more because what’s going on?

Finally Astarion spills everything to Gale, he and Tav opening their relationship, his fears about them leaving, and becuase he’s got a good idea why they’re pulling away

Gale is admittedly a bit obtuse about it which prompts Astarion to grab him by the front of the robes and start kissing him

Gale respond enthusiastically and the two of them start making out. But before it goes any further their brains catch up with them and they stop, both knowing that they need to talk to Tav

So they approach Tav and Tav’s like, “yeah, it’s fine, can’t say I’m surprised, neither of you are exactly subtle. It’s fine. I’ll take this as my queue to go then.”

Astarion then jumps in like, “wait, no, who said anything about leaving”.

Tav tries to convince him that it’s fine, that they’re happy for him, really. They can’t begrudge him for wanting more and he shouldn’t feel compelled to stay with them.

Astarion’s brain is reeling from this because are you actually kidding me? Please say you’re joking and don’t actually believe that.

He then takes their face in his hands and tells them he’s not going to stop loving them just because he wants to have sex again and if there is one lesson they’ve taught him is that he has more love in him that he ever thought possible. He’s got plenty to spare.

Gale meanwhile has been watching Astarion and Tav’s relationship for some time and has come to understand you can separate sex and romantic love

He then steps in saying, “yes, I am interested is pursuing something more with Astarion, but also with you. Honestly out of the two of you, I’ve loved you for much longer”.

Tav would still need time to accept the idea that they’re not the third wheel. Gale would need to work out how to put that sometimes obsessive love into two people and Astarion still has his trauma, but they’d all have each other to work it all out once they get everything out into the open.

#astarion #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion x tav #astarion x ace!tav #gale x tav #gale dekarios x tav #bloodweave #gale x ace!tav #gale x tav x Astarion #bloodweave x tav #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #asexual!tav #asexual!reader #bard!tav #astarion x evie #gale x evie

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thankskenpenders · 11 months

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Sonic Superstars!

Superstars is out! And guess what? It's good! It's a worthy new entry in the series, and I mostly like it. Mostly. Except for the handful of parts I don't. As usual, allow me to share my thoughts.

(For the record, I got the PS5 version of Superstars. I can't speak for how it plays on older hardware like the Switch, or how the weird Steam version that seems to make you log in with Epic runs. But I encountered zero performance issues, personally.)

General thoughts

The thing is, aside from two notable flaws I'll discuss in greater detail below, I can sum up my feelings on most of Superstars quickly. You see, it's... a Sonic game. This will either be a blessing or a curse depending on who you ask. It's not a bold new take on the series that'll blow you away, but they also didn't fuck it up. There's no catch this time! There's something refreshing about that straightforwardness, given how rare it is to get a regular-ass New Sonic Game from Sega. It's just a new classic-style game where you can play as Amy, set on a new island with all new zones, and Fang is in it! This might be damning with faint praise, but that's what it says on the tin, and they did a good job overall.

(It also has co-op. That's nice. I didn't play it in co-op.)

It plays exactly how it should. At no point did anything feel Wrong. The graphics might not have the absolute highest fidelity, but I think the character models look really nice, and the levels look appropriately good with vibrant color palettes. A couple zones like Sky Temple gave me Klonoa vibes, which I like. One zone is an absolutely incredible homage that I won't spoil. The story here is minimal (as expected), but there are a few good moments of telling the story through the gameplay, particularly one very cute sequence with Trip. I did find a couple stage gimmicks moderately annoying (Speed Jungle 2 and Press Factory 2, looking at you), but like... I could say the same thing about Mania, and also damn near every other Sonic game ever made. There's always That One Level. Superstars may not raise the series to new heights, but it generally executes well on the standard beats of the series. It's an easy recommendation for all fans of 2D Sonic.

Really, aside from the two big flaws (we'll get to them), this game's greatest crimes are simply not being quite as good as Mania, and also coming out the same week as the more creative and polished Super Mario Bros. Wonder. If we hadn't gotten Mania, I would easily be calling this my favorite 2D Sonic game since... what, the Advance trilogy 20 years ago? I like the Rush games, but if you asked me to replay one or the other, I might have a better time with Superstars. And, yes, it beats the hell out of Sonic 4. It's not even close. Anyone who says this game is exactly like Sonic 4 is just being a hater.

...I guess I would say that $60 is a bit steep for this, but you know it'll be on sale for a more appropriate $30-$40 in a few months. This isn't a Nintendo game we're talking about here.

Nice little tweaks

Superstars also features a number of welcome quality-of-life updates over Mania, bringing it more in line with the design ethos of modern platformers.

You have infinite lives! No more getting a game over on the final boss and having to redo the whole final zone - or, god forbid, the entire game

Time overs are gone! It'll warn you before you go over ten minutes, but I have no idea why because it doesn't kill you anymore

The game features a hub from which you can easily replay previous levels, rather than needing to beat the game or put in a cheat code to unlock the level select

This means you can easily go back and hunt for any special stage rings you missed. However, as a tradeoff, it seems like you can only get one Emerald per zone now, rather than being able to get Super Sonic by the end of the first or second zone

You can swap characters between levels! No more having to start a whole 'nother save file to play as Tails

And those characters even have optional little movement tutorial rooms available from the hub, which is great for new players who may not know about things like the Drop Dash

And, finally, checkpoints now feature arrows pointing in the direction you were supposed to be going, in case you forget upon respawning

Of course, while you might not be getting game overs, Superstars certainly compensated with some bosses that kicked my ass.

Bosses

Here's what I would consider notable flaw #1.

I have mixed feelings on the bosses in Superstars. I don't think many of them are poorly designed - in fact, a lot of them are good, and offer fun moments of spectacle. But for a 2D Sonic game, they're REALLY long and drawn out, and by the late game this was starting to get draining.

Bosses tend to be the type where you have to dodge their attack patterns for a while until you get the chance to hit them exactly once, MAYBE twice. A few bosses seem to have quicker options if you abuse your post-hit invulnerability or play as a character with a double jump, but many will either be completely invincible or run away to the background for long periods of time, making it impossible to damage them outside of the allotted windows. And even if it seems like you'll be able to get in a second hit, many bosses turn invincible and skip ahead to the next attack pattern as soon as they take the first hit. Again, most of these fights aren't BAD, but because of this behavior they sometimes take almost as long to beat as the entire levels preceding them. This didn't bother me much early in the game, but against the more challenging bosses towards the end that kept killing me several minutes into a long fight, it got tiring. The final boss of Story Mode probably took me like an hour.

While this certainly isn't an uncommon style of boss design, part of me suspects they did this for the sake of co-op players. For one, playing in co-op means that you don't necessarily have to start the entire fight over if one person dies, so I assume the length is less of an issue. But in particular, true classic-style Sonic bosses that you can just hit repeatedly with good timing would go down in a few seconds against a team of four players. Likewise, the swarm of clones from the "Avatar" Emerald power would probably obliterate every Genesis era boss with one button press. So I get why every boss needs all these invulnerability periods, but still. I at least wish they'd made some of those attack patterns shorter and given you more frequent opportunities to deal damage.

Emeralds and their powers

Speaking of the new Chaos Emerald powers: they're neat, I guess? They're fine. I didn't use them much. Actually, I kept forgetting I even had them - although the game will play a noise and show an icon in the corner of the screen to remind you any time you reach a spot where a specific power is useful. Avatar, the first power you get, is at least good for getting a couple free hits in on the trickier bosses. Yellow's ability to slow time is obviously good, but, again, I always forgot I even had it and made it through just fine without it. I was also pleased to realize that the swimming power is useful for the water levels and not just for climbing up waterfalls.

Oh, and the new grappling-based special stages kind of suck, but they're not the worst, and I'll at least give them credit for trying something new. (Motion Sickness Zone from Sonic 1 does return as a bonus minigame, but I only did it once lmao.)

Battle Mode

I haven't played Battle Mode. Couldn't tell you if it's good or not. It did, however, give us official designs for Metal Tails and Metal Amy after all these years, and also it let me make this:

...Okay, enough beating around the bush. Let's talk about the thing that REALLY drags down the experience.

The soundtrack...

(This lengthy section on the music will feature some light spoilers for things like zone names and themes.)

Now, don't get me wrong. There are some bangers in here that I've been listening to on loop. But this is one of the most inconsistent soundtracks I've ever heard, and I'm not sure I've ever played another game where the music has such a sharp dip in quality in the back half.

As anyone following this blog knows, prior to release I was a little obsessed with trying to gauge what the soundtrack would be like. "Jun Senoue" and "new Classic Sonic game" naturally evokes the memory of Sonic 4, but from the start we knew Tee Lopes was involved as well, and almost all of the music previewed before released leans more towards the sound of Sonic Mania than anything else. I was hopeful! I was excited! Jun deserved another chance at doing another classic Sonic OST, and Tee is one of my favorite game composers of all time between his Sonic material and other works like the TMNT: Shredder's Revenge OST. I frequently thought back to this Sonic 4 remix medley by Jun and Tee as a reminder that these two could really be the dream team, bringing out the best in each other's work.

Sure enough, the front half of the game is largely dominated by the Mania sound, whether it's a track by Tee himself or one by an in-house Sega artist that's compatible with his style. Pinball Carnival Act 1 by Rintaro Soma (an up-and-coming composer who wrote a bunch of the Cyber Space themes in Frontiers) takes obvious inspiration from Mania's Studiopolis Act 1, to the point that I was shocked when Sega posted the track and revealed it wasn't written by Tee. Act 2, however, forges more of its own sound by leaning into the act's spooky haunted carnival theme. And despite being the music lead, the only level theme that I know for sure was written by Senoue in the front half of the game (Bridge Island Act 1) was actually arranged by Tee Lopes to give it more of that Mania sound. Hell, the level clear jingle is literally just the one from Mania. A few level themes by other composers don't quite match that style, but they fit in well enough.

But there are early signs that this sound won't be consistent throughout the game. Our first warning of things to come is the boss music:

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When early copies started floating around and the soundtrack leaked, many, many people hoped that this was merely a placeholder, like the literal Sonic 4 Episode II music used in the earliest previews of Speed Jungle, and that it'd get replaced with a day one patch. Oh, those poor, innocent fools...

Even if you don't mind the poor production with the returning Sonic 4 faux-Genesis sound, this is a very simplistic thirteen second snippet of music that then plays a second time in a higher key before it loops. This wouldn't be the end of the world if the bosses were as short as the ones in the Genesis games, of course, but they're not! This theme is used for a ton of lengthy fights throughout the game, including an EXTREMELY long and tedious autoscroller boss at the end of Golden Capital Act 2. Maybe I would've enjoyed the bosses in this game more if they were paired with some earworms that'd get me hyped up and sell how cool and exciting the fights are supposed to be, but grating songs like this just made the minutes spent fighting those bosses feel like an eternity.

Still, boss music (and menu music) aside, all of the level themes in the front half of the game ranged from decent to great, with the peak easily being the phenomenal Lagoon City Act 2 by Tee Lopes. And then... I got to the back half of the game. And the Mania style completely disappeared, replaced largely with the dreaded Sonic 4 sound. That isn't the style for EVERY song in the back half, but even the ones that try something different tend to be weaker than the material from the first six zones, with less engaging melodies and less intricate arrangement. Many sound straight up unfinished, leaning on extremely basic synth patches with no personality. And there isn't a single track from Tee in the back half. He just disappears from the project altogether.

What this means is that we go from this absolute banger by Tee Lopes in zone 6, which elevates what's otherwise a bog standard desert level to a thrilling adventure:

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To... this, in zone 7:

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It's EXTREMELY jarring!

The thing is, this is actually one of the better tracks in this style. I have to assume this is by Senoue, because you can totally hear a good Adventure or Heroes era Senoue track in there once you get past the crude synth replication of the Genesis era Sonic sound. Senoue is still a great composer, as you can hear clear as day with Bridge Island, but he's working with a restrictive sound palette that doesn't play to his strengths at all. If only he'd bust out that damn guitar, or at least pick some better synths.

(And no matter what people will tell you, no, this is not an accurate recreation of what the Genesis's YM2612 chip really sounded like, nor is it representative of what it CAN sound like at its best. Go back to the Streets of Rage 2 or Ristar soundtracks if you need a reminder.)

While I can at least see what the Press Factory tracks were aiming for, some other faux-FM synth tracks are just really bland. They don't have anything interesting going on, and they also don't seem particularly tailor made for the levels they accompany. They're just attempts to mimic what Sonic 1-3 sounded like on a very literal level. Take, for instance, the Golden Capital Act 1 theme, AKA "we've got Sky Sanctuary at home." While the better level themes in this game enhance the mood or even completely carry the vibes of a level, the weaker tracks can really suck all the air out of the room and make a level feel like more of a slog.

What kills me is that there are, in fact, a couple examples of how to do throwbacks to classic Sega FM synth music well on this very soundtrack! They're just not the Sonic 4 type tracks. I love the Frozen Base Act 2 theme, presumably composed by legendary Sega composer Hiroshi "HIRO" Kawaguchi, who's responsible for all-time classic arcade soundtracks like Fantasy Zone, Out Run, Hang-On, After Burner, and more, as well as the hacking and pinball themes from Frontiers. Maybe to an untrained ear this doesn't sound all that different, but it has a catchier tune, better instruments, and stronger production overall. I'm also a fan of the track for Sky Temple, which isn't perfect, but it blends a few Genesis-esque instruments like the Sonic 1+2 snare with other instruments for a richer sound. If the whole soundtrack sounded more like these examples, I'd definitely be complaining less.

I really just have to wonder... how did this happen? How did this end up being so inconsistent? Many fans on social media are jumping to the conclusion that Senoue is just extremely stubborn and refuses to ditch the style from Sonic 4. I can't deny this possibility, but some things just don't add up. The almost complete lack of "retro" style music in the promotional material. The fact that the style just suddenly shifts halfway through the game, then disappears for the final zone, as if that's not the note they want to end on. The complete lack of any tracks by Tee Lopes in the back half. The focus on the Mania-style tracks in the bonus "mini soundtrack." And most perplexing of all, the fact that three of the first tracks you hear in the game were Senoue compositions that were given extra attention with arrangements from Tee Lopes.

This is pure speculation on my part, but it almost seems like they straight up ran out of time.

Perhaps Jun wanted more of his tracks to get full arrangements from Tee, or for Tee to contribute more songs, but things were down to the wire and they chose to leave in some of the raw Sonic 4 style demos. The soundtrack being crunched out in a matter of months at the end of development would certainly explain why Speed Jungle had to be demoed without its music a mere four months ago. It'd also explain why a game that's only a few hours long needs NINETEEN composers listed in the credits. And also the fact that multiple zones just have completely different, unrelated music by different artists across their acts. Did they need multiple artists working on different acts simultaneously, completely independent from each other with no time to cross reference each others' work, due to extreme time constraints? I'd buy it.

Ah well. It's not the end of the world. I've heard worse Sonic music. But I'll always think of what could have been...

At least the final battle with Eggman at the end of Story Mode has a pretty kickass boss theme, which ALMOST makes up for how bad most of the preceding boss music is (and the fact that that very difficult fight doesn't have a checkpoint between phases and took me like an hour to beat lmao). It even seems like it might be written by longtime Phantasy Star Online composer and recurring Sonic contributor Hideaki Kobayashi. That's the guy who wrote NONAGRESSION!!!!!!!

The postgame

Speaking of beating Eggman! It turns out Superstars has a good deal of postgame content, as merely beating the last zone with all the Chaos Emeralds doesn't take you to the true final boss. In order to do that, you'll need to do something else.

Before we hit the big spoiler warning, I'm going to give any future players who are still reading a warning. If you value your sanity... don't force yourself to do all the postgame stuff. Don't make the mistakes I did. It's not worth it, and it may very well knock your personal score for the game down a couple points.

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SPOILERS FOR THE STORY, UNLOCKABLES, AND THE POSTGAME BELOW THIS POINT

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The bonus scenario

Sonic Superstars has a big surprise in store for anyone who beats the main story. For the first time since... what, Silver? In 2006? We finally have a brand new playable character in a new Sonic platformer! (I wouldn't count the player avatar in Forces as a full-fledged New Character.) Yes, after the credits roll, you unlock Trip as the super-secret fifth playable character. I was really excited to see this. Trip is cute, even if her masked appearance from early in the game is perhaps a more unique design than a Sonic-ified lizard girl who can only vaguely look like a real sungazer lizard. She IS the first new Sonic character Ohshima has designed since the '90s, though, so she gets points for that - and she gets even more points for literally turning into a dragon when she goes Super. We love a girl who can turn into a dragon, don't we folks? And her playstyle is fun, too, with a double jump and the ability to roll along walls and ceilings.

But Trip isn't just playable. Like Knuckles before her, she gets an entire alternate story mode of her own, which somewhat remixes the level layouts, generally makes things more challenging, and swaps out Eggman for Egg Robo. I was so excited to see this! It really felt like the game had so much more in store for me than I'd anticipated.

...Then I spent probably around three hours attempting to beat the new final battle with Fang at the end of Trip's Story. And it made me regret doing Trip's Story at all.

Once you learn the patterns, a lot of them are actually piss easy. But the difficulty comes down to a few misguided factors:

The fight is LOOOONG. On a successful attempt the whole thing will probably take the average player about, like... seven or eight minutes? Maybe longer? This is where I really started to get pissed at the game for making me wait through these stupid attack patterns before I could attempt to hit the boss once.

The fight is divided between two phases, one with Fang in a vehicle and another with him in a giant robot, with no checkpoint between them. Dying to one of Fang's bullshit attacks on the second phase means having to redo the ~5 minute first phase all over again. And, worst of all...

Fang has multiple projectile attacks that are guaranteed instant kills, even if you have rings.

Also there's a stupid desperation headbutt attack that can really easily catch you off guard and kill you, but I only got that far in the fight once.

It's the instant kills that got me. If those fucking immobilizing net attacks just made you drop your rings, or you could at least wiggle out of them by mashing buttons (EDIT: apparently you CAN do this but you literally have to button mash so rapidly that it's a crapshoot whether or not you'll physically be able to do it), it would have been totally doable! Kinda fun, even! Slow, but pretty cool in terms of spectacle. But nope! Three hours! Three hours on this! This is, without a doubt, the hardest boss I have ever faced in any Sonic game, period, and one of the hardest bosses I've ever seen in ANY game. All because of one attack pattern where making a tiny mistake means starting over.

The glitches didn't help, either. Something about the way the circular boss arena was set up in both stories' final battles seems to make the floor intangible sometimes for non-player objects. Occasionally my dropped rings, enemies I was supposed to knock towards Fang, or one of Fang's insta-kill projectiles would just fall through the floor randomly. This definitely wasn't my main problem, but it helped drive home the idea that this fight just wasn't worth my time.

After three hours of attempts, I gave up. I just went and looked up the ending of Trip's story, as well as the contents of the Final Story, on YouTube. Turns out I made the right call, because boy, that true final boss looks like dogshit. It's just a very dull fight against a big generic cartoon dragon. Apparently this is the thing Eggman was looking for. It appears and is defeated with little fanfare. I think I liked it better when I assumed the scary dragon being foreshadowed was just Super Trip.

...Also, hey, what's up with The End being very conspicuously visible in the background of the last zone?? I know it's just a cheeky cameo, but, like... isn't it supposed to be sealed away in Cyber Space right now? Should I be taking this literally? Does this have lore implications? This is one hell of a way to remind people that the timeline's been reunified, I guess

Closing thoughts

I really hate to part ways with Superstars on a sour note like this, because like I said up top, I mostly enjoyed my time with it! It's really just a small handful of particularly frustrating bosses and the inconsistent soundtrack that drag it down. Other than that, it's solid as a rock. Maybe wait for sales if you're not dying to play it, but it's definitely worth playing for any Sonic fan. Just... skip the true ending. I would have stepped away MUCH happier with this game if I'd done that.

I wanna try to end this on a more positive note but I'm tired, so, uhhhh... look, you can unlock a Metal Nights skin for your Battle Mode bot!!

Anyway back to jamming to about half the soundtrack on loop while pretending the other half doesn't exist, and looking forward to the continued Fang Renaissance with his upcoming IDW miniseries

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Goalies Turn

A JJK Kick-Off Fanfic/Soccer AU Choso x Reader

AN: I am absolutely obsessed with @celestie0 amazing JJK Soccer AU fanfic "Kick-Off". I adore the way she writes Choso in it; the teams Goalie. As a result with her permission I have written a one shot fanfic...for her fanfic. LMAO. This y/n is NOT the leading lady of Kick Off. Thank you Ellie for making up this amazing world and letting me play around in it!

Choso Kamo x Reader One Shot. Fluff, Comedy, Smut.

Something about feeling the turf underneath your feet without the support of your cleats was incredibly bittersweet. You adjust the binders in your hands as you walk down the sidelines. The early morning sun is just starting to evaporate last night's dew. The University of Tokyo’s men’s D1 soccer team is in high gear despite the early hour. They are performing suicide runs; their cleats eating up the turf. The sweat running down temples and rolling down backs.

The back of your calves twitch in anticipation of the thought of joining them. At this hour you would normally be with your girls, catching their practice goal kicks. Your thick goalie gloves snatching speeding soccer balls out of the air before launching them across the field with swift kicks. The unreleased energy running through you is driving you mad. You’ll need to go on a run after this to help relieve the excess.

You reach Coach Yaga, his yappy Pomeranian giving you an attitude as you stop next to him. Yaga gives you a nod before focusing back on his players. “PICK UP YOUR FEET GOJO!” Your ears ring from the sudden bellowing next to you. It takes seconds for you to dial into that mop of white hair on the field. Star player Gojo Satoru is massive but somehow lithe; his muscles bulging as he runs to catch up with an offside ball. His physique is comparable to a statue of a Greek God. It’s too bad you heard his personality is also Greek God worthy; capricious, licentious and cocksure.

“That damn girl needs to get off my sidelines if she can’t stop distracting my players.”

You glance at the “girl” in question. She’s a professional looking young woman your age who you’ve seen around campus before. She’s crouching a respectful distance from the team on the sidelines taking photographs of the players at work. Good to see sexism is alive and well. “Yeah, I can’t believe she has the audacity to be at a professional distance while not using flash in order to be as unobtrusive as possible.”

Yaga shoots you a look that clearly says he’s not amused with your sass, “Keep taking notes on our play style like you did last practice. Fresh eyes can give insight that might be missed otherwise.” He ends his sentence with the wave of a dismissive hand in your direction.

Dumping the binders on Yaga’s bench you pick up a clipboard and find a good spot on the sidelines to observe. Despite being on the University of Tokyo’s women’s D1 soccer team you aren’t very familiar with the men’s team. During the season you were training to chase your own championship dreams. After last week's defeat, and your dreams for this year crushed, you had volunteered to assist the men’s team in preparing for their own race to the top. It was that or take a three week break before practices started again and sitting in your dorm all day sounded like a personal hell after the rigor of these last months.

“YOU'RE LATE AGAIN KAMO! YOU’RE STAYING LATE TO RUN LAPS! NOW GET YOUR ASS IN THE GOAL!” You wince at Yaga’s screaming.

“Yeah, yeah.” A lazy voice responds still sounding groggy from sleep. The guy Coach Yaga is talking to is tying his long hair up into a low bun as he strolls over to the goal. Yaga’s yelling clearly did not light a fire under Kamo’s ass like he wanted.

Choso Kamo, 5’11, solid build, wide shoulders with a tapered waist, impressive reach, and massive hands. He tended to be a little slow, especially at the beginning of a match, but once he got warmed up he was a force to be reckoned with. It was almost impossible to score on him in the last half of a game. You were up until three AM last night watching youtube compilations of his best saves over the season. He was good, great even. Which is why it pissed you off so much that every day you were here shadowing he showed up late and slacked off half the practice.

He sits on the ground in his goal area tying his cleats and putting on his gloves. A loud swish of the net is heard as Suguru Geto launches a ball past Kamo’s head just barely missing making contact.

Choso shoots an unamused look at Geto before flipping him the middle finger. When he finishes fixing his gloves, flexing to make sure they are tight enough, he mumbles. “Alright, go ahead.”

You're watching Nanami Kento, the midfielder, line up shots for practice penalty kicks when you feel a pair of eyes on you. Turning you meet a set of dark orbs watching you. You meet Choso’s gaze head on but are unable to decipher what exactly he’s thinking. He just looks exhausted. Why the hell is he staring at you like that? This isn’t the first time you’ve caught him staring at you over the last three days of your volunteer work. It’s not like he’s checking you out since he’s making prolonged awkward eye contact and he couldn’t look more disinterested. Did he recognize you from the women’s team? You doubted it. Women’s soccer was notoriously underrated and underfunded. The idea of the men’s team players watching you play was delusional at best.

His eyes are locked on you when a speeding ball kicked by Nanami slams him in the gut. There are a few “Ohhhhh” sounds from other players as Kamo groans, doubling over in pain. You can’t help but laugh at the unexpected blow landing. Your hand goes up to cover your mouth when you realize your laugh was a little too loud and a few people are looking at you incredulously. Oh please, getting hit is part of being a goalie. You can’t help but grin and jibe, “Come on Kamo, I’ve seen middle school kids take hits better!”

You hear him mutter something under his breath followed by a clear, “Shit.” as Satoru Gojo laughs obnoxiously in the background.

“CHOSO WATCH THE FIELD NOT THE SIDELINE DISTRACTIONS!” Coach Yaga’s yell causes you to blush a little at his implying it’s your fault in him getting nailed.

As Choso stands he pins you with a heated look, his onyx eyes raking over you before turning back to the field, his demeanor serious for the remainder of practice.

You're standing next to Coach Yaga reading your notes to him as he buckles his pomeranian into the front passenger seat. He doesn’t seem to actually be listening to you but you aren’t in the mood to type it all up and email it to him later tonight.

Yaga’s car is the last one in the parking lot other than your own. You had both stayed late reviewing plays while the majority of the team went out for food and Choso begrudgingly started his late to practice laps. “So I think if you have Nanami focus on his-”

“SHIT!” You jump in surprise as your review is interrupted by a heated yell from Yaga. He pulls a binder out of his back seat. He stares at his watch before cursing some more, “I need to leave now. Can you take this and put it in my office and then lock it up?”

You can't help but frown and sigh as you take the key he is holding out to you. “Alright.”

He nods before getting in and starting up his car, “Thanks, bring the keys back tomorrow morning before practice. Oh, and email me those notes you took today.”

The smile you give him is more of a grimace as he drives off without further comment. “Asshole…” you mutter under your breath as you start the trek back to the men’s locker room. Maybe you shouldn’t have volunteered to help out the men’s team. You hadn’t been ready to leave the field behind for the season yet but this wasn’t what you imagined when they asked for an assist.

You walked into the men’s locker room noting the main door was already unlocked. Yaga wants you to lock up but he couldn’t even manage to. You can’t help but wrinkle your nose a little at the smells emanating from the main locker area, especially from the questionable hamper full of dirty towels.

Sighing you think, If this locker room is a mirror image of the womens, Yaga’s office will be in the back left corner. Heading in that direction it isn’t until you see Yaga’s office that you register a single shower is running in the background. You are so used to hearing showers run in the girls locker room that you didn’t even register the sound as unusual. You look towards the hallway of lined showers knowing that each shower cubicle has a shower curtain pulled across it obstructing any outsider’s view.

That has to be Kamo. You thought he had left already but clearly that was not the case. You can’t help but reflexively bite your bottom lip. Mind thinking about his gleaming pale skin with rivulets of water racing down his hard muscles. You feel thirsty at the thought but shake your head scolding yourself. The man is just trying to clean up after his workout and you’re out here like a damn voyeur salivating over nothing. You quickly cross in front of the shower room to unlock Yaga’s office. You just need to be quiet, drop the binder off and then wait outside till Kamo is done so you can lock up. Simple.

After placing the binder, you exit the office, your hands fumbling and dropping the keys. Cursing under your breath you bend to pick them up but forget the office door is weighted. You jump in surprise when it slams shut loudly. The noise echoes through the locker room. So much for being quiet, you pick the keys up in a hurry deciding to book it to the exit when a voice stops you, “Hey, can you pass me my conditioner!? I’m an idiot and left it by my locker.” You freeze staring at the shower area before turning to look at the lockers. A wooden bench towards the back has a bottle of high quality conditioner and a fluffy white towel folded on it. Did he really forget his towel too? What was with this guy?

You sigh, deciding to grab his conditioner and towel for him. You would just leave it right by the shower door and he would be none the wiser who did it. Problem solved. Picking up the items you read the label on the way back to the shower room. Damn this was like thirty dollars a bottle. Okay Kamo, I see you. You can’t resist flicking the bottle open and taking a quick whiff; the scent is sweet with a hint of coconut. You can’t help but blush as you shut the bottle again. You shouldn’t have done that. You don’t need to know what Kamo smells like.

You approach the shower area and he must have heard your sneakers because he’s talking to you again, “Thanks can you just put it where I can reach. I was dreading having to run out and freeze my ass off.” He’s talking so casually, he must assume you are one of his teammates who forgot something.

You swallow the lump in your throat. Approaching, you decide to hang the clean towel over the top of the curtain rod so that he has it when he finishes. You gently lay it over the top, careful to place it where you normally would your own, so that it doesn’t get wet from the incoming stream of water. You hear a note of surprise in his voice as he registers the towel thrown over the top. “Dude, thanks, you're the best. I knew I forgot something else.”

You're flushing heavily at the casual way he’s speaking to you. You need to get out. Leaning over you slip the bottle of conditioner into the corner of the shower, your fingers just barely pushing it around the plastic curtain so he can grab it. Mission accomplished. You release the bottle and go to stand fully when a large wet hand grabs your own. He must have noticed your feminine fingers. The squeak that leaves your throat is terrified as you try to pull away in shock. The shower curtain rustles as it’s pushed a few inches open from the inside and Choso Kamo is blinking at you in surprise. Even though he’s the one holding onto you he looks shocked at you being there, “L/n, F/n?”

God he looks divine. His hair is down and wet, the strands in the front come to just above his eyes while the remaining dark locks rest on his shoulders blades. You’ve never been this close to him before and the prominent scar across his nose draws your eyes briefly. You note his chiseled jaw and the way his Adam's apple bobs on his thick muscular neck when he swallows.

You’re panicking, hand pulling away from him in quick tugs but his fingers are looped easily around your wrist. The pressure is minimal but his grip is a goalie’s vise, “I-I’m sorry. Yaga asked me to lock up and then you asked for conditioner so-” your vision flies to his hold on your wrist. His hands are calloused and rugged like your own; the veins running up them cause a heat to rush down you. His one hand dwarfs your own and looking up from them your panicked eyes meet his still confused ones, “Please let me go!”

It’s almost like he just now registers he’s holding you there. “Oh.” He releases you immediately, his face turning a shade of bright red. “Sorry!” You yank your hand from his stepping back and rubbing it reflexively. He looks worried as he steps forward towards you, his chest coming out from behind the curtain, only his lower half is obscured now, “Did I hurt you?”

Dear God. If you thought he was beautiful before… He’s stunning, your mouth dries up completely as your eyes scan down his body. His pecs are massive and while he isn’t sculpted like a bodybuilder he has this thickness to his physique that lets you know he is all strength and dexterity under his light layer of fat. His v-cut is prominent and a smattering of dark black hair travels down to hide behind the curtain. You realize you're staring and he isn’t in any hurry to cover himself up.

After a long silence his voice is deeper than normal and a little husky when he speaks, his earlier question forgotten, “You’re going to make me blush.”

You flush heavily, your eyes going up to meet his own. You clench your legs together feeling a familiar desire rolling through you. An itch you haven’t scratched since before the soccer season began. “I’m sorry, you have a nice body.”

His breath catches when your eyes meet his. There’s desire written in them and he feels himself becoming hard. He lets out a groan when you apologize, “God don’t apologize, fuck. I’ve been trying to find an excuse to talk to you for months. You’re stunning.” His eyes are burning into your own with unmasked wanting. He adjusts the shower curtain and your eyes lower to see a very thick erection pressing against it.

You don’t even register when your tongue slides against your lips as desire pools in your nether regions. “Months?” He watches you push your legs together trying to make some friction to help with the escalating arousal you are feeling.

“I-I watch all your games.” He replies a little hoarsely and your gaze shoots up to him in surprise.

You blink in confusion, “You should have just said Hi.”

He swallows before he mumbles out, “Hi.”

You can’t help but laugh at that and he gives an awkward chuckle in response. There’s a hot naked man in front of you who wants you and you haven’t had a good fuck in a long time. Your blood is pulsing straight to your throbbing pussy at this point. Fortune favors the bold right? Your eyes dip down to his erection still barely covered, “You want help with that?”

He groans, “Fuck, yes.” He releases the curtain and it slides to the side. His beautiful cock on display for you. He’s cut, average in length but girthy with a delicious curve. A mesmerizing vein runs up the bottom of it. The tip is flushed a bright red with precum and water dripping off his shaft. “Join me?”

He didn’t have to ask you twice. You kick off your shoes and socks. Your shirt is above your head in moments then you shimmy down your skin tight athletic pants. Not wasting any time you remove your bra and panties and move to join him. You pull the shower curtain open and wrap it behind you, hiding you from anyone’s potential sight but his. It’s like a totally new environment once you're inside the small cube. The air is hot and misty as the water sprays Choso’s back. Droplets fly through the air and land on you sporadically.

“I have to be dreaming…” he murmurs, his eyes going up and down your body. “That’s the only way this could be happening.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?”

His warm wet body is pressed against your own in moments. Lips crashing against one another in a battle for dominance where neither party cares if they win. His one arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you against him while his other cups your cheek gently. The kisses are intense and needy. All your nerve endings are on fire as his tongue traces the seam of your lips asking for entry. You open your mouth hungrily granting it access; your own tongue eager to meet his.

You feel Choso’s erection pressing against your stomach. Before you can reach down and touch it his hands go to take your own. You blink in surprise as he holds both your wrists in one hand. “I can’t let you do that.” He chokes out before kissing up your jaw. “I’ll cum before I get inside you.”

Before you can protest his free hand begins palming one breast and then the other. His fingers lightly pinching and massaging your nipples causing shivers to ripple down you. A moan escapes your lips, as his head dips down to take your breast into his mouth. He suckles you for a moment before using his tongue to tease your nipple. “Kamo..” you keen when his mouth releases you with an audible pop. A trail of spit briefly leading from your breast to his mouth.

“Call me Choso, say my name.” He moans taking your neglected breast into his warm mouth, his sucks and teasing motions stoke your flames of desire.

A hard suck makes you oblige him, his name falling from your lips in a gasp, “Fuck, Choso.” The heat and humidity alongside his scorching touches have you lost in sensations. You don’t even register when he releases his mouth from your tits and is back to kissing you dumb against the tiled wall. “Can I eat you out?” He rasps out between fevered sucks on your neck and chest.

“Yes, but I want you inside me.” You whimper out. The curtain of the shower briefly opens from your movements, sending a wave of chilled air over you. Skin pebbling in response, it grants a brief relief to the overwhelming heat.

Choso wastes no time after your acquiesce. He’s on his knees looking up at you, his pupils blown with desire, “I’ve cum to the idea of this so many times.. and it doesn’t even hold a candle in comparison.” That’s all the warning you get before he leans forward one strong hand on your hip the other bringing your right leg up to hook over his shoulder. His lips are on you kissing your inner thighs, light bites and sucks move to the tender flesh of your vulva. You're crying out his name when he finally decides to lick a stripe up the center of your cunt. His tongue lapping up the sweetness of your essence. You feel him groan against you, the vibrations making you whine. His tongue is dipping into your core leaving teasing strokes inside you. His nose bumping against your clit as he nudges against you needily.

Your fingers find and twist into his hair. Holding him close to you despite the fact that he has no intention of leaving. You feel yourself getting closer to release the tightness forming in your belly. “Cho- I want you inside me. I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Wanna taste it.” He mumbles petulantly as he leans back a little to see your half lidded eyes watching him.

“Choso, let me cum on your cock.”

Your dirty words make him groan, “God where have you been all my life, fuck.” He lowers your leg gently, watching the way your chest is heaving trying to catch your breath.

Choso stands, ready to devour you when he suddenly deadpans, “Fuck.. need a condom.” Before you can register what he even said his naked ass is out of the shower and running towards the locker area. You lean out the curtain in surprise seeing him open various players' lockers before finally finding one and muttering, “I owe you one Gojo.” He’s rushing back over like you might change your mind. You're watching his erection bounce as he enters the shower room again. He’s biting the condom wrapper open and putting it on his length when he hits a slippery patch and almost wipes out.

The shocked and confused look on his face as he almost falls on his ass is enough to have you doubled over laughing. This was by far the weirdest hookup you’d ever had and you were enjoying the hell out of it.

“Shit!” He bites out going to enter the shower again. The water he left while exiting makes him slide precariously as he grabs the curtain for support. Your eyes widen as he pulls and the entire curtain rod falls with a crash Choso hitting the ground this time.

You can’t help it, you're crying laughing as he looks up at you soaked and wrapped in the broken curtain. “Choso, what the fuck?” You can’t catch your breath and your sides hurt from laughing.

He was looking up at you in disappointment but the more you laughed the more he couldn’t help but smile in return. His own deeper chuckle echoing, “I really fucked that up.”

You're wiping your eyes, you can’t remember the last time you laughed this hard. You hold out your hand to help him up as he untangles himself.

The sexual mood is broken, he’s flaccid and his ass is throbbing in pain from him landing on it. He stands next to you totally embarrassed but you're not even laughing at him, just the absurdity of the situation. When his sheepish gaze meets yours you give him a grin pulling him back under the water. “Shower sex is not as easy as they make it out to be.” You tease leaning forward to peck the corner of his lips before tapping his shoulder and indicate he should turn his back to you. “Let me condition your hair.”

He nods, turning. His embarrassment slowly fades as you gently massage his conditioner into his hair. The domesticity of the gesture makes his heart clench with want. You are so much more than anything he could have imagined. He wants to learn everything about you and have you beside him from now on. He just hopes he didn’t ruin it with this botched hook up.

You’re finishing up rinsing his hair when he mumbles out, “I really want to see you again even though this…” his words fade off. He can’t see the smile you are giving his back as he continues, “What are you doing this evening?”

You wait until he turns to look at you, a mischievous look on your face, “I was hoping you.”

#jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #choso kamo x reader #kick off #celestie0 #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #Quinnythelibrary #Goaliesturn

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clone-anon · 5 months

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Alrighty, the finale had me growing gray hairs, and I desperately need some fluff...

(Which you can take as long as you need to write it cause I'm sure we're all in the same boat processing this shit-)

Aaaaanywhoooo- it's Chopper (which, is it really a surprise by now??)

Could I possibly get a Crosshair x m!reader who are in a relationship who get a cute date on the beach? Swimming, hanging out, having a good time on Pabu? (We all know that boy needs a vacation)

I am still processing, but this is something I think I can write. As we all know, every clone is still alive on this blog and I have my thoughts about who is actually still alive in canon. That said, @chopper-base I hope you don't mind me replying here instead of an ask so people can see the prompt. I know the gif doesn't totally fit, but he is happy here as he deserves to be.

You watched Crosshair mess with this cybernetic hand at the breakfast table. Of course he knew you were watching. He still had tremors. Losing a hand didn't fix his mind and if anything the phantom pains made it worse.

You crawled on to his lap and gently took his hand in yours. He smiled at you cautiously, but trusted you. His wrist shook, but as you massaged his arm and silently invited him to take some deep breaths with you, it started to subside.

"We should get you some swim trunks," you suggested seemingly out of no where.

"Swim trunks?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Unless you want to go skinny dipping," you added with a grin.

"Maybe not on this particular island. Too many sets of eyes," he answered.

Crosshair had never seen or heard of swim trunks in his life until he met you. He had never gone swimming for fun. It was part of his training as a cadet, but he had never seen anyone just get in the water and play around until he saw you on the beach one day while taking a walk with Batcher.

You got up and took his hand in yours and walked to the shop. Pabu didn't have everything in the galaxy, but there was a nice variety of clothing and he felt heat run to his cheeks the moment you picked up what looked more like underwear than swim trunks.

"You could so pull these off," you said with a hopeful smile. Crosshair was tempted, but he already felt vulnerable enough with this missing hand. He instead decided on a pair of teal and orange trunks that ended about half way up his thigh. You stopped at home again to change and Crosshair decided to leave his cybernetic hand there. He wasn't sure how well the electric components would do in the salt water and he didn't want to be stressed about it. Batcher decided she wanted to come along. You covered each other in sunscreen, grabbed a shaved ice treat to share, and wandered down to your favorite swimming spot.

You got in the water and Batcher followed, splashing and barking. Crosshair couldn't help but smile. How did he get this lucky? He felt he was barely out of prison and he found a boyfriend. A partner, even. And when he came back with a hand missing you never thought less of him. In fact, you seemed more worried about how it would affect him. You held his wrist as if it didn't bother you.

"Come on!" you called.

He strode into the water and stood where you were treading. He was a bit taller than you were, but you used this to your advantage, leaned on him, and snaked your legs around his waist, drawing confidence out of him. He held you and walked further into the ocean until you were both drifting a bit, but not too far away. Batcher doggy-paddled past you as she tried chasing a school of fish and Crosshair laughed. Tears came to his eyes as he held you and watched her while laughing with his full chest. The damn had broken. All these things that were held in for so long came out in that one moment of seeing his dog's silliness and being with you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and spun you around in the water. It was a warm day and the first of many you spend at that spot. For the first time in his life, he was actually free and felt it.

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onyxino · 8 months

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Break Me Down

Lieutenant!Muken!Aizen x Captain!Reader

WC: 3.8k

CW: Creampie, riding, soft sex, Oral (M&F receiving), Virginity loss (M). Slight Dom and Sub dynamic. Touched Starved Aizen. lil OOC/soft Aizen. If there is anything else lemme know <3

I'm always of two minds on Aizen's sexual experience, on one hand he gives off the aura of 'THIS GUY FUCKS' but on the other hand I really don't think he would have the time or desire due to being more concentrated on his plans. So today I decided to play with the idea of Aizen having little to no sexual experience. Hope you enjoy! Prolly grammar and spelling mistakes but idc I'm human and yall just read for the fucking so .

this is just a conjuring of my delulu mind

You couldn’t believe it when they exonerated him.

You couldn’t believe it when Kisuke found a way to remove the Hougyoku from his chest without killing him.

You couldn’t believe it when they simply just placed him in your squad. With the head captain's only statement on the matter being “Captain (Name) can handle him if he gets out of control.”

Then you really really couldn’t believe it when you appointed him to be your lieutenant.

He had really proven himself to you, he seemed remorseful for his actions. He no longer wished for the fall of the soul society he wanted quite the opposite actually, he seemed to have been changing right before your very eyes.

At first even though you treated him with the same respect as you did your other subordinates but you limited your contact with him to just bare minimum, the stigma around him was just too strong.

Then one day you caught him sitting on his own underneath a shady tree and decided to join him, he looked so lonely and in a weird way you felt sadness for him.

The way his face twisted up in shock at your presence sealed in all of your assumptions. He wasn’t used to someone just willingly being in his company, he wasn’t used to human interaction at all.

As time passed you joined him under that tree any chance you could. You took your time and actually had meaningful conversations with him. You learned that you two enjoyed a lot of the same things. That’s when you decided that he would make a splendid lieutenant for you.

Aizen declined the offer at first stating that he hadn't had a real chance to earn your trust yet but you insisted and he relented.

That led you to now both of you sitting in your personal quarters on the floor looking and digging through old files looking for a specific report that would aid squad 12 in some research they were conducting.

You sighed and pinched your bridge. It was near midnight at this point and your eyes were starting to betray you, lids becoming heavier each time you blinked.

Aizen also felt the fatigue setting in, since returning to his shinigami state he realized how easily it was to become exhausted.

“Welp Lieutenant of mine, I really don't know if we have a shot at finding this report for them!” You said a yawn forming as you stretched your arms into the air.

“Agreed, my head is starting to hurt.” Aizen replied, running a hand over his partially covered face. It's true the headaches that have been coming and going since returning to his shinigami state had been killer. One of the many, many side effects his body had been enduring over the course of the last year or so.

“Oh damn, another headache again, Sosuke?” You ask worry etching its way to your face.

“Yes, unfortunately. Urahara said that they will lessen in time though.” You nod your head at his reply before slowly standing up.

“Would you like some tea then? I have chamomile, which works wonderfully for headaches.” You offer walking over to your kitchenette

“Yes captain, please.” Sosuke had taken this moment to let his composure falter while your back was turned. Slouching forward he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples.

Having put the electric kettle on to heat making note that the timer would go off in 10 minutes and the kettle would shut off. Swearing to yourself that you wouldn’t forget about it this time you turn and you catch your eyepatched subordinate in this state.

You felt your heart lurch a little for him “Do you want me to try something that my mom always did for me when I got bad headaches?” you asked, retaking your seat in front of him.

He opened his eye a little and nodded, “I’m willing to try just about anything at this point.”

You nodded back at him and scooted a little bit closer just within arms length, you took note of how he flinched slightly at your movement “It involves me touching your head, if that's okay?”

All he did was a nod and you slowly reached your arms forward, slotting your digits into the brunette’s hair. He shuddered slightly at the contact, you massage his scalp digging your nails in ever so slightly.

Sosuke seemed to be enjoying it and it seemed to be alleviating some of the discomfort. You frowned slightly at the strap of the eyepatch getting in the way, your nimble fingers went for its buckle at the back of his head.

“Wait!” Sosuke almost yelped as his hands wrapped around your wrists stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action, “I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” panic ran through you. You have never been able to get this close to him, the thought of crossing a boundary and having him regress on you made you feel ill.

“N-No, it’s just some parts of me are still- My eye it’s still discolored.” He explained quietly, still having your wrists in his hold.

“Sosuke.” The way his name slipped off your tongue in such a sweet fashion had him slightly shivering “It’s okay, I just wanna be able to message your head better, can I please take it off? I won’t judge you, I’m your captain, this is a safe space.”

He exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding “Very well.”

You smiled at him and he swore the heart he insisted he never had stopped.

You slowly remove the eyepatch from his head and let it fall to the ground, you then return to lightly massaging his scalp.

You were right, he thought, this does feel a whole lot better.

Keeping his eyes closed he leaned into your touch more and let himself get lost in the feeling of your hands combing through his hair.

Then he whimpered,

You paused and his eyes shot open in disbelief.

It was a small one but it was unmistakable, Sosuke Aizen just whimpered and you were the one who pulled it from him.

“I-”

“Wow, you really are touch starved aren’t you?” You ask a sympathetic look gracing your features, you dug your nails in just slightly harder. Testing the waters.

This had him inhaling a sharp breath “N-Never been touched like this.”

“I can tell, do you want me to keep going?” You ask cocking your head to the side.

“Yes, keep going but I need you closer.” Before even registering what he had said you felt a soft but strong grip on your hips pulling you into his lap. He lifted you like you were made of nothing.

You found yourself straddling his lap, chests smooshed together and faces dangerously close, It was your turn to take in a sharp breath. A hot feeling coursing its way throughout your body.

You can’t remember who did it first but in a fraction of a second your lips were connected, Aizen’s hands running up and down your sides. He was already a whimpering whiny mess in your arms, just from kissing you. He felt like he was going to explode when you took the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth.

It was sloppy, but it was passionate. He craved more, he never experienced wanting like this. Wanting another person. His hands further their exploration sliding their way up to your chest squeezing breasts roughly, you moaned into his mouth and it only fueled the fire, sending blood straight to his hardening cock.

You both parted from the intense makeout session with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Heavy breathing just staring into each others eyes, taking this time to admire his slightly fucked out features.

Man, if this has him fucked out just imagine what sex would do to him you thought.

Thinking of having him in such a state had heat pooling in your core, without thinking you slowly grind your hips into his.

He yelped at the friction “(name)” he pleaded, and you did it again.

“D-do you wanna keep going?” You sheepishly ask burying your face into his neck placing soft kisses along the sensitive flesh leading up to his jaw line.

“I’ve never-”

He didn’t even have to finish his sentence, you understood completely. You pulled away from his neck and gave him a soft smile. “I can lead. I want you, Sosuke.” your hands rubbed up and down his shoulders in a comforting motion.

He sucked in a jagged breath “Please.”

“Please what, Sosuke? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me.” He panted, gripping your hips and pulling your clothed cores closer to each other in a desperate attempt to gain friction.

You placed a soft kiss to his lips before standing from him, he looked confused and almost sad at the loss of contact you couldn’t help but giggle at him. Sticking your hand out, he grabbed it and you led him over to the futon before gently pushing him down on it.

His breathing picked up once again as you kneeled over him. “Relax, at any time you wanna stop, just tell me and we will.”

He nodded in understanding at this and licked his lips as he watched you go for the knot tied in front of your shinigami uniform. Suddenly a surge of urgency ran through his body as he shot up and stopped your hands from continuing their action.

Your eyes shot up to him, worry spread throughout your body, had he changed his mind all of a sudden? Was something wrong?

“I want to undress you.” This statement sent a rush of liquid into your already damp panties.

You pulled your hands away from the semi untied knot of your uniform and allowed his hands to take their place. He was slow and gentle with it as you pulled the knot loose and went to work on your top. The way his face gained a new shade of red as he exposed your bare chest to himself had you breathing heavily.

He wasted no time exploring the new territory, the way your breasts fit perfectly into his hands had him in awe. He was a fast learner too, as to be expected he picked up quickly on what made those little noises he’d come to like so much fall from your mouth.

He noticed how sensitive your nipples were and little flicks and taps turned into rough pinches and pulls. “F-fuck, Sosuke. That’s so good.” You mewled as his lips attached to your right nipple and his hand continued to assault the left one.

Slotting your hands into his hair you slowly pulled him away from your chest, “I need you here though.” guiding his hands down to your bottoms, he picked up on exactly what you needed and he was quick to remove the rest of your clothing.

The sight before him was like no other, you laid out legs spread open for him. He may have been a virgin but he knew exactly where women liked to be touched. It took him no time to locate your bundle of nerves rubbing slow and soft circles against it.

“Can I taste you?” The request sent shivers down your spine.

“Only if I get to return the favor.” You said cheekily as you combed your fingers through his dark brown hair.

He swiftly lowered himself between your legs and applied a rough suck to your clit, the action caused a guttural moan to leave your lips. The hand in his hair tugging lightly was now gripping it aggressively pulling his face into your heat. Your other arm laid itself across your eyes unable to contain your embarrassment at your noises and sounds.

This did not go unnoticed by Aizen who detached his mouth from your heat and leaned up to remove your arm from your eyes “Don’t, I want you to look at me, if you look away or close your eyes I will stop.”

You took in a sharp breath at this, this was the first showing of his dominance you have seen through this entire ordeal. You said you would lead but it was short lived once Aizen got the hang of this particular task. He needed your eye contact, he needed you to see him making you feel this good. You needed to know it was him and only him who could do this to you.

You maintained eye contact as he lapped and sucked at your clit, you gasped lightly as the intrusion of a long slender finger into your walls “Sosuke!” You cried as his finger curled up and he began to softly move it in and out of you.

“More a-and faster, please.” You pleaded, these pleas did not fall on deaf ears.

Aizen then added another finger and increased his speed, drinking up your arousal while listening to the sweet noises that tumbled from your shaky lips. It was a new form of heaven for him.

“S-sosuke- I’m really, really close.” You mewl pulling his face into your cunt, he increased his speed just a little bit more and sucked just a little bit harder on your clit but it was enough to send you falling over the edge. The sound of his name broken and falling from your lips had him grind into the futon below it was a high he knew he’d soon be addicted to.

Your breaths soon steadied as Aizen lifted himself over top of you taking in your form, your eyes met his and you gave him the sweetest smile he thought he’d ever seen, it filled his chest with warmth. “Thank you, that was so good, but now it's your turn.”

The warmth in his chest rose to his cheeks as you flipped your bodies in an instant demonstrating your strength just as he had earlier. Now you were sat on top of him grinding your naked core against his clothed one, the repeated action provided some friction but not enough and it was frustrating to him but not as frustrating as the moment you ceased all movement and removed yourself from his body.

His mouth hung open and he looked at you in disbelief “Don’t look at me like that, lieutenant. I have to undress you too don’t I?”

The realization hit him and had him slightly embarrassed, the pink dusting his cheeks turning a darker shade. Your hands went to the knot in the front of his uniform and with a simple tug it came undone, you decided to tease him with this and keep your movements slow. Aizen felt as if he was burning from the inside out.

He sat up slightly so that you could pull the top portion of his shinigami uniform off. You gasped slightly at the sight before you, he was absolutely gorgeous, like the gods chiseled his body by hand.

Too Aizen, though your gasp was one of disgust, adorned on his chest was not only the scars from the seals piercing him but also the scar left from the Hougyoku’s removal procedure. He turned his head away from your gaze fearing the worst from your silence.

“Sosuke, your body is gorgeous.” You said in awe as the tips of your fingers grazed the scars upon his chest, he shuddered at the contact.

He returned his gaze to you eyes widened slightly at the compliment. You? Find him? Gorgeous? He was pulled from his thoughts by you applying just a little bit more pressure to the center of his chest with the tips of your fingers causing him to wince slightly. This did not go unnoticed by you “Did it hurt?”

He gazed at you trying to understand the context of your question. Did what hurt? The seals piercing my chest for what felt like ions? Or the surgery that I was mostly awake for that had me feeling as if my soul was being sucked from my body? He pondered.

“Yes, it hurt. All of it hurt.” He muttered quietly.

A somber look etched its way to your features “I’m sorry, love.” leaning down you pressed your cool lips touched the scar in the center of his chest and it felt like fire had begun to run its way through his veins once more.

Lastly you began working on his bottoms, once ridding him of the garment he was fully bare in front of you. Hungry cock springing free, your eyes widened at the impressive length of his manhood. Your mouth began to salivate at the thought of trying to take all of him down your throat.

Softly wrapping your fingers around the shaft you gave him a few strokes as you settled in between his legs. A strangled groan escaped Aizen’s lips, he thought he would cum from just the contact alone. You giggled at his reaction, the noises he made had your clit throbbing and your hole clenching around nothing.

Licking from the base to the tip you wrap your lips around his head and slid him into your mouth as far as you could take him. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t reach and you began to bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks.

The pleasure was almost unbearable for Aizen, his hands found purchase in your hair swooping it back into a makeshift ponytail. He was finding it very hard to control himself, he eagerly wanted to thrust into your mouth and face fuck you until you were gagging, the thought of that had him on the brink of orgasm.

He was getting close, way too close. “Captain (Name), if you keep going like that I’m not gonna last.” the words left his mouth broken moans in between each word and you could have sworn you heard his voice crack.

You lifted your mouth from him with a obscene ‘pop’, “Fuck.” the curse fell out of his mouth as a hiss.

Wiping your mouth on your arm you settled on top of him, running your folds against his shaft, fingers digging into his shoulders every time his tip bumped into your clit. Aizen’s grip was ironclad on your hips helping you drag them back and forth on his member.

“I need to be inside you.” He pleaded his nails leaving crescent shaped marks into your skin that will no doubt be bruised come morning.

Listening to his pleas, you lifted yourself up and aligned him with your entrance, sinking yourself down just enough to have his tip buried in you. A throaty gasp left Aizen’s lips, silently praising and cursing you in the same thought.

“You’re gonna drag this out aren’t you, little minx.” He accused, head thrown back in pleasure.

You couldn’t hide the smirk playing on your lips, you had to tease him just a little “You can take it.”

In one swift motion you let yourself completely sink down on to his cock. You knocked your head back, eyes rolling ever so slightly at the delicious stretch of his girth. You couldn’t help but clamp down around him as you adjusted to his size.

“You’re so tight.” He hissed, eyes glued shut focused on not coming to an end just from being sheathed inside you.

You rolled your hips just a little and the moan that fell from his lips was obscene. You slowly bounced yourself on his cock it was like torture for the man below you, he was getting very impatient. He bucked his hips rough up into you cause your rhythm to falter “Faster, please- I”

You silenced his pleas by giving him exactly what he wanted. You picked up the pace and he met you halfway as he thrusted up into you, cock kissing your cervix with each thrust.

He couldn’t contain the whimpers and pants rolling off his tongue. He looks so fucked out and on the edge. A particularly hard thrust from Aizen brought you out of your thoughts back into reality.

His hands slid from your waist to your thighs, groping them and gripping them hard, those will also undoubtedly become bruises come sunrise.

“F-fuck, Sosuke. You’re doing so good, fucking me so good.” you whine tossing your head back and raking your nails down his chest leaving little red lines behind.

All he could muster in response was obscene moans and whiny breaths. You take a moment to drink in his image, he is beyond fucked out. His hair everywhere, his mouth a gape and there is a little bit of drool that slid from the corner of his mouth to the pillow below

You make note of this to tease him about later.

You bite your lip hard at the sight, feeling that knot in your lower abdomen tighten up. You were getting close, really close and he was too. You walls clench around him when he brings his thumb to you clit rubbing slow circles.

“Tell me- Tell me where-” you already knew what he was getting at and you took no time with your answer.

“Inside please- need to feel it.” The thought of him cumming in you made your head spin and sent you flying off the edge. Walls squeezing against him repeatedly and the way his name fell off your tongue was pure sin.

His name sounding so debauched coming from your lips sent him over the edge with you, a rush of warmth spread through your core. You slowly rocked your hips against his working him through his orgasm, and milking his cock dry.

Taking note of each breathy whine that left his lips when your hips rocked forward.

Unable to hold yourself up any longer you laid atop his chest trying to regain your breath. His hands rub gently up and down your sides. You tilt your head upwards hoping to lock eyes with him but you are met with his eyes shut, a peaceful look etched into his features,

You admired him for a minute and a smile slowly curled on your lips as you drank him in.

“What are you smiling at?” He quipped, opening an eye to stare down at you, you would be lying if you said you didn’t jump a little bit slightly embarrassed. Just how long had he known you’d been staring?

“Oh nothing, nothing at all.” You say lifting yourself up and off him.

The sudden movement and disconnection of your conjoined bodies made a small barely audible whimper leave his lips. This did not go unnoticed by you, again you make a mental note of this to tease him about later.

“Stay here tonight, we can talk more in the morning.” You suggested as you snuggled yourself into his side.

He only nodded at the statement silently agreeing with you. He watched as your features slowly relaxed and your breathing mellowed out as sleep took you into its grasp. A sense of peace washed over him as his eyes wandered over your sleeping form.

What in the hell are you doing to me, woman.

#aizen sosuke #aizen sosuke smut #bleach manga #aizen sosuke x reader #sosuke aizen #bleach x reader #aizen x you #bleach aizen #aizen x reader #captain aizen #bleach tybw

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smidgen-of-hotboy · 6 months

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Out in the Cold Field, pt. i

Hello Travelers. Friends. It is an old song, a love song, and we're gonna sing it again. This part of the story takes place BEFORE what Zeph is currently writing. Long before. This is the story of Buddy, Vespa, and Jet.

@ananxiousgenz @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @demonic-panini @waters-and-the-wilde @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @the-private-eye

“You are going to bed, and when you wake up tomorrow, you’re going to start being grateful for everything. You don’t know how good you got it, Kid, until it’s all gone. Until I’m gone.”

Having recurring nightmares about her childhood was not what Buddy had planned for her future, but these are the cards she was dealt and had to play with. She let out a long groan and raised her hand to rub feeling back– and raised her hand– and raised her hand–

Something was wrong with her. Everything felt terribly heavy and sharp and not at all normal. She thinks back to the last thing that happened before she woke up:

Docked the Carte Blanche, disembarked, and headed into town.

Talked with the locals, confirmed her location, and started her trek down the road to find the train tracks.

She found the tracks but ran out of food. The wind picked up, whisking the scarf around her neck away with it. She could’ve turned back to chase after it but would’ve lost the tracks if she had. In every story she knew the train tracks only revealed themselves to those who were lost. And if you turned away or walked back, they vanished, and would not show again until it was your time.

With no other choice, Buddy pressed forward.

The wind picked up, the snow fell heavier, the cold nipped at her skin, and… then she fell. Stumbled more like it, less than graceful, disgrace to her mother (wherever she disappeared to).

Her knee throbbed. Still is throbbing. But that isn’t it. What happened between then and now and why is she here? She should be dead. She should be… unless…

She isn’t dead.

Against all odds, somehow, Buddy Aurinko is still alive. And she should be bursting with joy for this second chance.

So why was she so damn angry.

“It’s not fair.” Her voice rasps. She licks her lips and clears her throat. “It’s not– fair!” With every last ounce of energy Buddy has left, she pulls on her limbs. Slowly she brings herself up just enough off the cot she’s been laid out on to get a better view of the room. Her eyes jump from one wall to the next and fall on a lone figure huddled in the corner over a small fire. When was the last time she had seen a fire?

The figure’s shoulders rolled back. They stayed seated on a stool, hunched over a pot set on the fire. They turn just enough to look at her. Their face is covered by a thick scarf and goggles.

"Oh good, you’re awake.” Their voice is low rumble sending chills down her spine. They turn back to the pot to stirs its contents. Buddy frowns, resuming her fight to get her arms to cooperate to pull herself up. A drop of sweat rolls down her temple. “I would not move if I were you. You were lying in the snow for a while.”

She hisses through clenched teeth as a jolt of pain runs up and down her arms and legs. It doesn’t go away. “It’s frostbite. Because you were out in the cold for so long without proper cover, you developed frostbite. You have frostbite.”

She grunts, falling back on the cot with a snarl. “Who the hell are you?” She snaps at the large figure. They set their spoon aside and turn around on the stool. They lift their goggles, revealing soft, kind eyes. Wrinkles creep in at the edges.

“The Unnatural Disaster, but you may call me Jet.”

Buddy snorts, “And I’m the fucking sun goddess, Aurora.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Aurora.”

Her frown deepens as she flops back on the cot. “Frostbite… how bad is it?”

“Terrible. Your right hand was pinned under your body so maybe two of your fingers were affected the worst. And your left arm was stretched out so far, I would be surprised if after a few days you get to keep even one finger. I’m less sure about the damage to your face though. Only time will tell.”

Buddy hums. The Unnatural Disaster– Jet– had no pulled a knife on her yet. He also had not chopped her into bits, yet.

“Frostbite…” She tilts her head and can barely make out Jet’s figure past her mess of red curls. “Why did you save me?”

“Because you would have died. I cannot allow that.”

“I didn’t ask to be saved.”

Jet hums pushing his goggles up into his hair. He crosses his arms while leaning back slightly. “Well, if you can get up and crawl out the front door, I will not stop you. I will not stop you nor will I save you a second time.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m afraid, Aurora, I do not joke.”

Buddy smirks. Jet seems honest enough. And its hard to tell from this angle but that might just be the hint of a smirk on his face too.

“Where did you get the fire from? I thought there was no more fire on the Earth.”

“And you would be correct,” Jet nods down at the fire. “This is the last one. My partner stole it from Hades.”

“Partner?” And Hades? Jet knows a way down to Hades. Or at least his partner does.

“Work partner. Associate. They–”

“They got fire, from Hades? How? No one who goes down there comes back. They haven’t shared any resources with Above in centuries. Not since Persephone died.”Jet frowns and gets up from his stool. He crosses the room to Buddy’s side in two strides. Slowly he brushes her hair back from her face. “Our work allows us to travel to Hades. And my Associate stole this fire from Hades. We are on the lam.” He bends closer and his voice drops to a whisper, “Now why do you care so much about making it to Hades? What happened to make you want to die?”

#ask to be tagged or removed #zeph and i have been hollering about this for a couple days now #also this is completely unedited so mind the errors #things are subject to change #also also i am an angst writer be warned.#you will cry once or at least be on the verge of tears by the time I'm through with you #zeph is evil. i am straight up rude. take your feelings and i do not give them back #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra fanfic #tpp hadestown au #out in the cold field #private eye's keys go jingle jangle #a hotboy's writing

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peachymilkandcream · 5 months

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I love the royal Au. What would Levi do if Evelyn was begging him to let her raise her son?? Can you please write that, if it’s not any trouble?? Also love your work. <3

Suddenly You Care | Kingdom of Ash and Greed AU

(A/N: Hi anon! No trouble at all! It usually takes me a hot minute to get to requests with my schedule so hope you weren't waiting too long! I was just writing another chapter of this AU to hide away in my drafts until they're ready so all of this is fresh in my mind. Hope you enjoy and thanks for the request!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, forced cuckolding, etc.

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Ever since the birth of his son and marriage to his now wife and Queen, Levi had been in the midst of a small domestic dispute.

Since Evelyn had been promoted from being more than a fertile womb and bed warmer to queen, she believed she had the right to run her mouth to him whenever she pleased.

"And why should I raise my son? I gave birth to him, isn't it my right as his mother?"

Levi rubbed his temples, this was all his fault, he had bred a woman he knew was a spitfire, he should've been more selective with his choice.

"Because you're the queen not some wet nurse. What skills do you have to raise a child let alone a man and my future heir?"

"The boy needs his mother-"

"The boy needs his mother to learn her fucking place!" He snapped at her angrily, he already had a headache and she was making it worse.

"I've done everything you've asked of me. Please. Just let me have this."

"It's not proper-"

"For what? A mother to nurture her child?"

"Exactly. It's unseemly and unbecoming of a person of your status. Why if any of the nobles-"

"Who cares about the nobles!?" She had actually gathered the courage to cut him off. Little fox had a spark in her, and Levi couldn't help but try his hardest to stifle a grin. Now he remembered why he chose her. She wouldn't roll over and spread her legs like most, she was a challenge.

"You should care."

Evelyn paused a moment before creeping to him on the bed, a devious smirk on her face. "Last I checked, the King could do as he pleased."

He smirks at her attempt to sway him. "The King does have to have high public appeal."

"Did you feel the same way as you decimated land after land?"

He hated that she was getting to him. She knew what to play on and that was his pride. "No."

"Or what about when you brought me here for the first time?"

"No."

"Or when you got me pregnant out of wedlock and dismissed that noblewoman who was to be your wife?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"What about when you married me knowing your country would despise my rule?"

"I didn't care then either."

She was to him by now, crawling onto his lap and straddling him, the lack of clothes under one of his night shirts adding to her point. "The King I serve in court and in his bed would tell the nobles to be damned and do what he wanted. Your son should be raised by a woman who knows you're values and what you want. Not some sniveling coward who bows to your whims. Your son will grow up to bow, I will teach him how to stand up for himself and push back against any and all authority, and when to submit."

Levi was quiet a long moment, considering her words.

"Very well. I'll send for our son to be brought to you from the nursery."

She smiles. "Thank you my King." She starts to get off of him but he holds her still.

"Not so fast. I've done as you've requested. Show me how you serve me."

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #break me slowly #levi x oc #levi ackerman #levi x reader #yandere levi #levi aot #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 1 year

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TH Masterlist

I watched Noah yesterday and all I could think of was this.

ALFIE WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOATHE THAT MOVIE.

But it also sparked another wee modern Papa Solomons headcanon, so let’s crack on with that, eh?

Just Alfie Solomons Things: Movie Night with Your Little Dove

Movie nights are only spent in the living room during summer. The rest of the year, they’re held in bed (and without question when his sciatica plays up).

Although, perhaps it’s better to say your movie nights. Alfie prefers books, even deeming it the ultimate form of entertainment and learning.

You’ll have your laptop open on your lap, tucked in with a cup of tea or coffee on the bedside table and headphones on your head to let him read in peace.

Nevertheless, one night, you catch him watching along. Of course he tries to give off the impression he doesn’t, quickly averting his gaze to the novel in his big wolf paws when you glance at him.

“Want me to rewind and start from the beginning?” you ask after catching him for nth time in ten minutes.

Alfie shakes his head, lips pursed as he feigns interest in his book. “Nah, you go watch that. I’ll read.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

“Is the book interesting?”

“Certainly.”

Letting out a sigh bordering on a breathless laugh, you turn off your headphones and rewind to the start of the movie. You hadn’t gotten far anyway, so there’s no harm in rewatching those few minutes. “Please watch the movie with me, Wolfy.”

How can he not humour you when use the nickname he’s secretly incredibly proud of? You gave it to him when you ran your hands through his beard for the first time, accidentally voicing the thought that popped into your head.

Look, in your defense, Alfie has his wolfish ways. He grumbles, grunts, loves beard scratches, is territorial, has a nice furry chest, surprisingly soft body hair in general, and sometimes purrs rather than hums.

Anyway, he humours you.

You scoot closer to him, snuggling up into him with the Peter Rabbit stuffie he bought for you the last time you two visited the V&A. It’s a good thing you two are in bed because the sight of you, curled up in his arms with your favourite stuffed animal, leaves Alfie weak in the knees.

Now, despite not always adhering to it, he loves to teach you about his heritage. Sometimes he can info dump a lot, but sometimes little bits of the flood of information stick.

“Erm, is it me or do they look like golems?” you ask after a few minutes. Concerned, you look up at him, jaw tense with the gnawing sense you might just have been accidentally disrespectful. “Or did I just say something completely ignorant?”

“I can see why you’d say that. ‘Owever, dove, golems are made of mud or clay.” He presses a kiss to your temple and runs his fingers through your hair, his rings smoothing out minor tangles in it. “Although, I suppose they’d qualify, being made of rock. But the Watchers certainly didn’t look like that. They were indeed fallen angels, but nothing like those… whatever they are.”

And that’s only one of the criticisms he has to offer.

Throughout the movie, he occasionally snarls at the deviations from the original story.

“Tubal-Cain? Is that supposed to be some off-handed yet obvious reference to Cain? Might as well hang a sign around ‘is neck with Super Villain Nr. 1.”

“Ham had a wife! Why is ‘e bein’ a horny teenager in this while ‘is brother is the one with kids? That ain’t right.”

“Shhh, Y/N, it’s only CGI. Those animals ain’t real. No need to cry.”

At some point, movie night turns into browsing the Internet and Torah studies with Alfie explaining what actually happened in Genesis.

You are both aware the film is an adaptation and therefore takes creative liberties. Nevertheless, Alfie’s absolutely not having it and you’re more interested in what he has to say than watching the movie. After all, he’s a damn good storyteller and excellent (albeit gruff) teacher.

Regardless, you somehow make it to the end. And it’s only then you finally hear a slightly more positive tone in his voice.

“Well, at least they’ve got the walking backward correct,” he mutters under his breath when Shem and Japheth cover a naked drunk Noah.

“But isn’t this also where Noah is supposed to curse Ham?” you ask, remembering one of the things that stuck from one of the floods of information he drowned you in.

“It is.”

“There’s just one thing, though, I don’t understand. I know there are varying views, but why does Noah curse Ham? And why is it called the Curse of Canaan?”

Alfie opens and closes his mouth, struggling to find the correct words. Eventually, he settles for a groan which gives away the question is rather uncomfortable. “Well, sweetheart, it’s a matter of interpretation. There are those who say Cham castrated Noah, depriving him of the ability to have a fourth son and therefore Noah curses Cham’s fourth son. ‘Owever, ‘seeing one’s nakedness’ is biblical language to indicate sexual acts.”

“So, Ham and Noah…”

Alfie clears his throat. “Yes.”

“Why…”

“It’s Cham who’s at fault, not Noah.”

“Yeah, but still, I mean, why would you f-“

“Right!” He cuts you off by stealing a kiss off of your lips, disarming you in what he knows is the most effective way. “The moral of the story is, right, when it comes to the curse, that Cham should ‘ave shown empathy towards ‘is father. ‘E ‘ad kids ‘imself, in the story, not this awful stuff. So ‘e should ‘ave been able to place ‘imself in ‘is father’s shoes, know ‘ow difficult it is to be a parent. But did ‘e?”

You shake your head. “No, he doesn’t seem to care for his father at all.”

“Exactly! And this is what the story means to teach us. If you act insensitively to a person in need, yeah, if you are unable to control yourself and show compassion, you’re nothin’ but a slave. A slave to your own needs and passions.”

“Did they really have to go the extra mile, though? I mean, zeitgeist and cultural differences are of course to be considered, but really?”

Alfie merely chuckles. “Don’t worry your pretty little ‘ead over such gruesome matters, Y/N. Rather worry about gettin’ enough sleep. Come on, love, time for bed.”

This is his favourite part of the night.

You, sound asleep in his arms and nuzzling your stuffie. Safe and sound.

It’s only then he can allow himself to give into the waves of slumber.

The damned man and the dove.

Tag list: @potter-solomons @zablife @buttercupsandboys @liliac-dreamer @vir-tual @solomons-finest-rum @babaohhhriley @dreamlandcreations @hecatemoon87 @wandawiccan60 @rose-like-the-phoenix

#Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders imagine #Please excuse any mistakes. It’s 23:20 and I’m knackered

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Walvion: the strange man

I was looking back at the little story i wrote the other day. i decided that i liked it and wanted to expand on it, so i wrote this extended version here.

*edited to fit a more story like format.* *additional content added*

I would like to share a story, an old one from simpler times. Forgive me if I skip any details, my memory isn't as great as it once was. Anyways… Once, on a day considered average by the masses, a new chapter in my life was started. An event so foreign to me took place, for I was searching for berries when some random old space dude stumbled across my path in a market. Our interaction seemed unnoteworthy at first, but this man, the old man, took me to the side and tossed a powder into my face. In an instant I was out. From my perspective, I was talking to an old man one moment, then appeared on top of the tallest mountain in the known world the next.

Many attempts were made by me to escape the prison. I was met by dense forest, magic barriers, bottomless pits, decaying dragons, and of course, the same thing that's presented on my banners now, the mighty blue spotted wolf frog. After my attempts to escape failed, I was taken by the old man and taught the basics of magic. A system long thought forgotten by the elders. Skeptical, I continue to watch and practice the motions the man was teaching me. Lesson after lesson, progress was made, my skills grew as did my knowledge. I began to possess a new understanding of the world around me.

The promised time of my release came sooner than I thought it would. By then I was able to perform all the spells and actions in the books the man used to teach me. First, before I could leave, I was to be examined, to take a test of my spirit. My task, create a new spell I have not seen before only from the basic moves I was taught in the beginning of our lessons. I then took my attempt, and shortly after the old man allowed me to leave the temple. Months after our initial contact, I thanked the old man for his teachings and was released. I began to head on my way, attempting to live a normal life. Being constantly disrupted by my new found awareness of the fundamental forces of nature, I began searching for something to do. Something useful for my skills. After all, I was taught these lessons for a reason. Unfortunately for me, I quickly found something to do, I had to kill. The skull of a great beast was wanted. This beast needed to be slain before it would reach the ghoul plateau and release the soul of a damned dragon.

My attack began, I summoned a whirlpool of grass to distract the beast while I thought of something to do. Luckily, the plateau formed on top of a cave system. I thought to myself about the possibility of slaying the beast on the rocks below. In the moment I took to think, I forgot to survey the beast. I was distracted, an unfamiliar tremor broke my thought. The beast was done playing with my silly plants. The rock I was standing behind no longer seemed quite sturdy enough to protect me, so I began to run. A large gust of heat and dust pushed past me, the thundering paws behind me began to fade into the distance. I stopped running, looked back, and was amazed to see the beast being suspended in the air on a giant dust cloud. Then, just as quickly as the beast was lifted, it was dropped onto a tree. Afraid of being chased once more, I ran. This time, I ran straight into the fist of my former master.

I woke up once again on top of the mountain where I learned my magic. Strapped to my arm, a gauntlet made of bronze laid with silver patterns. It began to vibrate, and my mysterious mentor appeared next to me. The old man then explains to me that he is now too powerless to fight off the evil that threatens our universe. He explains to me that he taught me to be another teacher, to help spread the use of magic across the lands. His goal was to reteach the people of the old world to defend themselves once he is gone. Unfortunately, he was outcast to the wild. Alone he wanders the world in search of anything to help him. In his tale he tells me, he once received a vision to take a young person during a time of peace and train them in the ways of nature. Only then would he be able to help the world.

After listening to him, I became slightly angry. He kidnapped me because of a dream. He forced me to learn a system once forgotten by the people of the old world. During my rant, I was hushed. My mouth disappeared. The old man takes my hand, points to the bracelet and states a very ominous, very powerful sentence to me.

“This will one day help you become even greater than the demons who rule this world. Until then, I will imbue this artifact with my power to protect you from the shadows of evil. Promise me this boy, never stop searching for new power.”

With that the man takes a deep breath and assigns me the mantle of protector. He begins to fade from my view, a gold cloud begins forming. My magic mentor has vanished, the only traces of him left waft toward my gauntlet. It glows almost faintly, then dies out. I am left alone, in a temple that was once my prison. With an exhale and a sharp turn, I begin to leave. On my way to the entrance, I stopped. I noticed something I haven't before, a crack. An unusually perfect crack, almost as if it was engineered to be there. It wasn't, upon closer inspection, it rang with a blaring echo of power.

My vision goes black.

. So I ended up adding a lot more than I thought I would and it was getting late, so I'm breaking this up into multiple parts. This is part one, and hopefully I can get part two up soon, but it's almost 3am where I live and I'm super tired. If you did read this thank you, it's just something silly I wrote at 12am the other day and I wanted to expand upon it.

#short story #magic #bubblyleaf #space magic #original story #walvion

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auyouni · 1 year

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some kind of madness has started to evolve // septiplier

"Why didn't you tell me??" Mark demands, and it would surprise Jack how readily he accepts Jack's reality if they hadn't already had this conversation in a million different ways.

It left such an awful bitter taste in his mouth. He tried to maintain normalcy for so long, but he's played every video game in the world by now, and all of his friends feel like damn NPCs, and he's so tired of this cycle. His only solace is his dreams.

He gives a clipped laugh, hands clenching at his sides. "Why would I? Y're barely even the real Mark anymore, t' me. The real Mark gets to leave this fucking school, gets to go on and marry Rosanna and disappear into his fairytale." They're only halfway through this loop, but eventually, everything spills out. It often does. "Or, hell, maybe he stays, I don't even fucking know. But you… There's nothing you could ever do to surprise me anymore." And he still loves him. Mark is an extremely well trodden forest path, but Jack never wants to take another one.

Mark looks stunned. "What the hell, Sean? I'm still a person! I-I have free will! If you're so sick of me, why are you still here?"

Jack goes quiet, eyes stinging with the force of his pain, so distraught and visible and bone-tired. He always cuts honey bunches off early, these past cycles, unable to handle the proximity with their doomed fate. But he can't ever resist starting it in the first place. He shakes his head, eyes never leaving Mark's. "Where else would I go?" he says, voice a little hoarse. "Where else in the world would I ever rather be? You're the best home I've ever known. I couldn't give you up, not for a single cycle." There's no desperation in it anymore, too wrung out to want Mark more than anything - and yet, he'd never give Mark up to get out of the endless plague of restarts.

Mark looks like he's been struck physically by the words, staring at Jack like he's finally understanding him for the first time. Jack's shoulders slump, wondering why he'd bothered. Mark is incapable of making new decisions, has been one of the few constants in this strained existence. He doesn't know what he expected, why this almost felt different for a moment. He shuts his eyes, reaching up to rub his temple, "I'm sorry, we can just ignore–"

There's only a half-second's warning of feeling the other man in his space - the most familiar sensation in the world - before Mark's lips are pressing into his, shockingly.

Jack feels like gravity has shifted beneath him, a tremor in the earth. Nothing has come close to scraping him, let alone rocking him, for decades now. He is shaken to his core, because this is the one thing he'd given up on being possible. It still feels impossible, but he feels an echo in his mind somewhere saying, When thinking in infinities, 'unlikely' is just certainty waiting for its turn.

Mark pulls back before Jack can get a grip on any of it, and his hands fling out to grip his best friend's arms. Honestly, he feels a little sick. It's fucked up, for Mark to swing so low just to through a wrench into this run, prove him wrong, whatever it is he thinks he's doing. "Was that surprising enough? I don't think a version of me has done that, before…" Mark's voice comes low and happy, and Jack's eyes spring open.

"That's cruel t' do, just ta surprise me," he says, voice thick with repressed emotions that have lasted millennia.

Mark frowns abruptly, taken off-guard by his words, or tone, or maybe the defeated look in his eye. Like he's lost this fight over and over and he's ready to lay down and accept his end. "I thought you'd want me to…"

Jack tries to pull away, and maybe his friend - because even with this fresh ache, he could never erase Mark from his side - feels a little tug on his arms, but that's all he can manage. He's tired of pretending he doesn't want it, that he hasn't spent countless attempts just trying to make this, them, happen. "Not just because it's something I haven't gotten before. I want–" he chokes himself off, already sounding strangled, and he's almost disgusted with himself that these feelings can arise after all this time. Will it always be like this? How is he ever supposed to break the cycle? "I wanted you to want me because you want to. I have spent over a hundred years wanting you, Mark, an' I can't… ya can't just kiss me unless you mean it." And if there's anything he's learned, it's that Mark never means it. He's been kissed by Mark, and Dark, plenty of times at this point - never as much as he wants to and always too much - and it's started to just feel cruel.

Mark watches him with molasses eyes, head tilted, and Jack can practically feel the ache in both of their chests. Always for different reasons. Mark looks at him like a wounded bird, but without pity, and it makes Jack's chest shake. "So you do want me to kiss you," he says softly, like approaching a spooked horse, and Jack wishes he could decipher that tone. Mark steps back into his space again, slowly, and let's his hand gently slide up Jack's chest. The shaking slows, eased, but he's been unraveling for lifetimes now and it feels like his bones will never be put to rest.

"Only if you want it the way I do," he replies, voice weak, the fight going out of him. He knows, in his soul, that Mark is going to kiss him again. He doesn't know why. He can only pray that Mark takes it seriously, knows how close Jack is to that edge.

That's always been the problem, though - Mark alone has always known how to pull him back with ease.

Mark's lips fit over his like a whisper, like a promise, like tender hands picking up a wounded dove. Jack's entire body shudders, and he's so tired suddenly. The world has been crashing down around him for so long now, the prison of this campus and time itself, and why does he keep fighting this when it's all he wants? If he can ignore every failed attempt, every early elopement of Ro and Mark, every breakup that led him to the arms of another girl, every kiss meant to keep Jack from leaving him… He can let it go, just once. For his own sanity. For an antidote to the soul, even if all he tastes is poison again in the morning.

Jack's hand shakes as he reaches up to brush his knuckles over his best friend's cheekbone, and he's kissing back tentatively, afraid. So very afraid. Mark remains steady, slowly moving their lips together, like a reassurance, and Jack feels the stirrings of his long dead - or, apparently, comatose - heart, one he'd put to sleep to avoid more damage. Maybe in that time it's actually healed some, but for now, he just relishes in it feeling alive again. Mark's hand is pressed over it, like his own reassurance, and Jack wants to break and crumble in the face of it. He almost wants to run away. Instead he sighs gently, pressing a little more into Mark, a quiet trust in place. Time and time and time and time and time again, this is the only man he fully trusts with his heart.

Mark has never taken that lightly, even if he knows how to break his heart better than anyone else.

His best friend's hand rests on his shoulder, a solid weight like a tether. Grounding. Safe. Any desperation left inside of him seeps out, the rattling in his chest quieting, and he kisses Mark like everything will be okay.

Maybe this time, it will.

Mark pulls back just a hair, only a whisper left between their lips, and Jack can feel his smile without even opening his eyes. "I do want you, Sean." Jack's breath catches, a lump in his throat. "No buts. I want you too." The last sentence carries the intensity of a man of months-long yearning, and it's like some of the life is breathed back into him. Mark punctuated it with a harder kiss, as if he needs to prove it. Like he's a ghost story that Jack can only roll his eyes at, and maybe that's a bit too accurate.

He'd gone into this repeating prison stay with the idea in his head that the only way to break out of it was to finally end up with Mark. Why else would he be here? He'd healed well enough after his very first youni experience, in his mind. And so many attempts were spent trying a million different combinations to get there.

Now… it's been a while since he gave that up. Or, at least, consciously. It was all still there, and now it's pressing him closer to Mark, breathing him in. Deep inhales instead of gulping breaths, they melt into each other.

Best friends till the end.

That's all there ever was, in the end - the two of them.

"What matters to you most right now? In all of this," he murmurs softly against his lips, caressing the skin under his jawline. There's no hiding how much he's craving more of that contact, how much he still desperately wants to be held by him.

It takes longer than Jack cares to admit for him to find his voice, and when he does it sounds rough, but somehow still so clear and sure. "This." There's such a weight behind that single word. It has to be true. This isn't about the universe, and it definitely isn't about Jack finding peace within himself. Mark can make him believe again, has always felt like the key to finding his peace. His best friend, the boy he loves. He swallows hard, and whispers the next part, even if it pains him to say, even if it might shatter him. "Us."

There's a moment's pause before Mark answers, but it seems to stretch on for ages to Jack. They're both silent for so long that Jack thinks Mark might not answer, but finally he hears him mumble something unintelligible. His name. Mark is saying his name. When he opens his eyes Mark is staring at him like he's never seen him before. "Then let's try. Can we try?" He feels more than sees Mark swallow hard, and Jack shakes. Actually, maybe he just hasn't stopped shaking.

"I want nothing more, Marky," he says breathlessly, and his best friend grins, and kisses him again.

#birthday fic #fic #mark #sean #time loop au #septiplier

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Drinny Drabble

I wrote this for a discord challenge. The prompt was: Write a scene between an enemies to lovers couple where one half of the couple is trying to integrate with the other half’s friend group.

No one had spoken for three whole minutes. 180 seconds. Draco had counted every one.

But it was better than before, with Longbottom droning on about breeding plants and Lovegood boasting about her pet grindylow. Why have a pet that could kill you?

His father may have been a pompous prick, but he’d had the right idea with the albino peacocks. Now those were good pets. This was the exact sort of thing he couldn’t say out loud, which was why he was playing the “Silencio” game he’d always played with his governess as a boy.

Shit. One of them was about to address him. He could see it in Longbottom’s eyes. A wary look to Ginny, followed by a resigned look toward Draco. Had she kicked him under the table? Draco knew better than anyone about this habit of hers.

Longbottom cleared his throat. “So, um, you … work in Quidditch.”

Damn. Draco was going to lose the game. He could ignore him, but then Ginny would probably kick him, too. “Yes,” he forced out. “I work for a recruiting firm, helping the Tornadoes and Wasps with their lineups. That’s how Ginny and I … reconnected.”

He winced at the sharp hit to his shin. He must have said that last word too suggestively. Oh well, it was worth it to see Longbottom’s mouth drop open. Lovegood, however, didn’t look like she was listening.

“But, um, Ginny plays for the Harpies,” Longbottom said dumbly.

“She does? How did I miss that?”

Draco was yanked up by his arm and promptly dragged away from the table.

“Why are you being a prat?” Ginny hissed, slamming him against a wall near the bathrooms. Fire was lighting up her eyes and her hair was a glimmering copper, as if sparked to life by her temper.

“That’s just how I am,” he hissed back. “You know that. You’re the one who's always saying, ‘You’re such a prat.’”

She stepped back and pressed her fingers into her temples. “I know this is hard for you, but can you be … less Malfoy and more Draco?”

Draco didn’t have a response for that.

When she opened her eyes again, a bit of the fire was gone. She placed a warm hand on the side of his face and kissed his cheek. “They’re never going to get to know you if you don’t drop this surly, sarcastic mask and show them the real you.”

“I don’t want them to get to know me, and they don’t want it either. Let’s just go.”

“No. This is important to me. Plus, we’re starting easy. These two, then Ron, Harry, and Hermione, then the Burrow.”

Draco wanted to throw up. Then run away. Then move. But something kept him in place, staring in those warm brown eyes he’d become oddly attached to. Actually, it was more than that, and he knew it. Every cell in his body knew it – that he loved this witch. He should get around to telling her, but probably not here, a few feet from the toilets. He’d just kiss her instead. Tell her that way until he could make himself form the words.

He leaned in but before their lips touched, they were interrupted by, “Gin? Is that you?”

“Tabitha! I didn’t know you were in town. You remember Draco, right?”

“Of course. Nice to see you again.”

Draco liked Tabitha Cleary, a Beater for the Falcons with decent stats. But she’d interrupted his ‘I love you’ kiss, so he scowled at her.

Ginny and Draco had a silent argument, where she told him to go back to the table while she caught up with her friend and he silently shouted, “No fucking way!”

A minute later, Draco was walking back to the table alone. He was greeted by Lovegood saying to Longbottom, “See? He wasn’t killing her, like you thought.”

Draco rolled his eyes as the flora and fauna fuckwits waved to Ginny over his shoulder. He began counting in his head again. At 27, Longbottom leaned forward and asked, “Why is she with you?”

The question ignited something deep within Draco and he snapped up, causing a bit of his armor to slide away. “I have no fucking clue, okay? And I–” He caught himself, flattened his tone, then finished with, “I’m not about to question it.”

“And why are you with her?” Longbottom asked next.

“Is that a joke?” Draco turned to look at Ginny, who gave him a small wave when she saw him looking at her. His face melted into a smile, but he soon remembered himself and hardened his features, then turned back to his interrogator.

Interrogators, he corrected, as Lovegood had decided to rejoin the conversation. She stared at him, the intensity uncomfortable, then she leaned over and whispered to Longbottom.

“Are you sure it’s not nargles?” he replied in a way too loud whisper.

“No. Love,” Draco saw her mouth.

Oh, fuck. They knew. He crossed his arms and glared at them, daring them to make fun of him.

“Sorry I doubted,” Longbottom said eventually.

He was apologizing to Draco? Sweet Salazar, these Gryffindors were so fucked up. He contemplated leaving again, but the thought of Ginny’s reaction kept him in place. “I’m the one who should be apologizing,” he sighed. “I was an unmitigated arse.”

“You were,” Lovegood agreed while Longbottom said at the same time, “Among other things.”

Draco rolled his eyes, then added, “I’m also sorry for calling you Longbottom so much.”

“But that’s my name.”

Draco shrugged, trying to keep his smirk hidden.

“Are you all…okay?” Ginny was back, looking at the group cautiously.”

“No,” Lovegood said simply, “but we will be.”

Draco snorted but at the sight of Ginny’s stern look, rearranged his features into something nicer. “Yeah,” he said. Her lips turned up. He wanted to keep them moving in that direction, so added, “She’s right. We’ll be fine.”

#draco x ginny #drinny #drabble #ginny x draco

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⛓️In The Depths Of Hell

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 2693 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Tease and Denial, Danger Kink, Weapon Play, Object Insertion, BDSM, Dom/sub, Bondage, Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Knifeplay, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Rough Sex, Cock Slapping, Humiliation, Kuai Liang’s powers are effected by heat, Kuai “Turned On By Danger” Liang Kinktober Day 30: Tease And Denial + Danger Kink + Weapon Play + Object Insertion

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Notes: Kuai “Turned On By Danger” Liang makes his triumphant return. XD Still can’t believe I’m so close to the end. ;_; I finished writing yesterday and only have one fic left after this. 😭

Blood splashed against Kuai’s face, and he barely filched as he brought his axe down yet again. The oni in front of him fell to the floor like a sack of bricks, only to quickly be replaced with another. Damn it. It felt like they just kept coming.

Hanzo was off to his side, slicing through oni with his sword like they were butter. In the Netherrealm, Hanzo flourished, no matter how much of his humanity he regained, it seemed the hellfires would always be a part of him. Kuai on the other hand was suffering. Extreme heat weakened him, and while he usually disliked taking missions here for that reason, this time his assistance was essential. He was the only one who knew where this abandoned fortress lay, having been sent to eliminate it’s previous inhabitance during his time as a revenant. If he’d known the Grimoire within would turn out to be so important, he’d have grabbed it years ago.

It would have been okay if they’d just managed to get to the fortress without running into any enemies. But that clearly wasn’t meant to be, and now Kuai was struggling while trying to take them on.

The axe crashed through another oni, finally breaking apart in his hands. He looked up, wiping his brow both because of sweat and the blood. Three more oni were stalking towards him.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me,” his hissed, taking a few tentative steps back. He could feel the sweat prickling at his skin, he was dangerously close to overheating. “Hanzo!”

“God this takes me back,” Hanzo loudly mused as he cut the head off one of their attackers. He laughed as he kicked the remaining body out of the way. “Nothing like tearing down your enemies to remind you that you’re alive.”

”Hanzo!” Kuai stressed, trying to make it clear he was in need of assistance.

One of the Oni launched itself at him. His attempt to summon a sword came up short when he found himself being lifted into the air. Ice shot out from between his fingers, but it was barely enough to freeze even the Oni’s shoulder. Before he knew what was happening he felt himself being slammed against something solid.

His vision blurred, only just making out the shape of the Oni above him. He tried to move his arms, finding his head was spinning. There was the sound of flesh ripping, as the Oni was torn in two above him. Yet more blood spilled down on to him as the body was thrown away. His vision blurred just as a figure knelt down to him, pressing a hand against his cheek.

“Kuai Liang? Are you okay?” Hanzo asked, trying to pull Kuai up. He just about found the strength to reach a hand to Hanzo’s shoulder.

“Have I ever mentioned that I fucking hate the Netherrealm?” Kuai asked, feeling Hanzo haul him up.

“Maybe once or twice.” The world flipped up and down, and the next thing Kuai knew they were in a small cave. “I know this place doesn’t exactly suit you.” He set Kuai down on the floor, hands touching all over looking for injuries. “I’m sorry, you know I wouldn’t have asked you if your help wasn’t necessary.”

“I know.” Kuai winced, he rubbed his temple. This really was the worst. “We were so close.”

“We should rest for a moment,” Hanzo claimed, stroking Kuai’s hair from his face. He hadn’t realises it was starting to stick from how much sweat there was. “That Grimoire can wait.”

Hanzo’s hand squeezed Kuai’s hip, he bit his lip to stifle a groan.

“Did that hurt?” Hanzo asked concerned, although that dissolved when Kuai began to grin at him.

“No, just funny that even when we’re in grave danger you can’t keep your hands off me.” Kuai laughed at the way Hanzo’s face dropped in disbelief. “And I have been told I look quite fetching with blood on my face.”

“Sometimes you act so much like a normal human, I forget you’re practically a succubus.” Hanzo’s hand let go of his hip, reaching up to wrap around Kuai’s neck instead. “Are you really sure you want me here? You’re not exactly at your strongest.”

Kuai brought up his leg, pressing his thigh against Hanzo’s crotch. He watched as Hanzo’s eyes widen as he pressed harder.

“When has that ever stopped me?” Kuai smirked when he could feel Hanzo’s cock through his trousers, and began to grin slightly. “Besides, feel like you’re as turned on by the danger we’re in as I am.”

Hanzo huffed, rutting against Kuai’s thigh as if to assert his dominance. Kuai began to laugh, even as Hanzo snarled and pushed him down against the ground.

“Well, if you’re that into the danger we’re in, maybe we should up the stakes even further?” He reached to his belt as Kuai raised an eyebrow. Grabbing his kunai from his belt, Hanzo held up the chain to Kuai. His intent was clear. Kuai gave an affirmative nod.

Hanzo sprung into action, reaching for Kuai’s arms and wrapped the chains around his forearms. Kuai let him do it, and once his arms were tangled, Hanzo took the kunai in his hands. Trailing the tip up Kuai’s throat, before bringing it to his face, tapping it against Kuai’s lips. Despite being confused Kuai opened his mouth, to find his tongue meet metal. He whined, closing his mouth around the chain now resting in his mouth, Kunai dangling by his cheek.

“Good boy,” Hanzo complimented, patting Kuai’s head a couple of times.

Hanzo’s hands traveled down, reaching for Kuai’s belt, but rather than undoing it, he found a small vial of oil Kuai kept tucked away. Once that had been retrieved, Hanzo unhooked Kuai’s belt, roughly pulling Kuai’s pants and underwear down until he was bared for him. Kuai groaned, opening his legs and blinking at Hanzo as if to plead his case.

Hanzo reached for the oil, pouring some over his fingers. One finger reached down to press into Kuai’s hole, it seemed Hanzo wasn’t too keen on dragging this out. Kuai supposed he didn’t have much choice, given the situation they were in.

Hanzo pushed his finger all the way in, before pulling out. Despite how impatient he was being, he was still gentle, careful not to cause any pain. Kuai’s teeth dug into the chains, as he craned his head to watch Hanzo. He groaned as Hanzo’s finger began to pump in and out of him. It wasn’t long before Hanzo was pushing a second finger in, and Kuai groaned at the stretch.

The waiting was unbearable. Hanzo pressed a third finger in, thrusting it back before he stared at what he was doing with a frown. It looked like a thought was occurring to him, and Kuai was curious what it was.

“What would you say to an experiment?” Hanzo asked and Kuai lifted an eyebrow to show he was interested.

Pulling his fingers free, Hanzo reached for his belt, grabbing his katana and while still in it’s sheath, he held it up. Kuai blinked and did not understand. Hanzo reached for the oil, pouring some over the handle of the sword.

Oh.

Kuai watched as the oil dribbled down the handle, and he swallowed at the thought of that inside of him. When Hanzo looked to him for an answer, Kuai tried not to nod too eagerly. Still Hanzo laughed at how readily Kuai agreed to it.

Using a hand he made sure the oil was spread along the entire length of the handle. Once he was sure, he brought it low, and Kuai could feel it begin to push against his hole. He took a deep breath as he it begin to breech him. As he lay there, concentrating on the sensation of it slowly slip further into him, he realised it didn’t feel too much different than using a dildo, aside from the texture.

“Fuck, look at you,” Hanzo growled, twisting the sword and making Kuai squirm. Hanzo reached a hand and pushed down on Kuai’s hip to keep him still. “Such a slut, it doesn’t matter what I fuck you with does it? You’ll enjoy anything I do to you.”

Kuai gurgled in agreement, settling back and breathing out. His arms pulled on the chains slightly, as Hanzo begun to push the katana in and out of him. Hanzo’s eyes were between his legs, fixated on the way Kuai’s hole stretched around it. The hand on his hip trailed across to Kuai’s cock. He wrapped his hand around it, and Kuai sucked in a breath as the katana hit a certain spot inside him.

The laugh Hanzo gave was cruel, and Kuai couldn’t help but feel heat blossom in his cheeks.

Hanzo’s hand began to stroke Kuai’s cock in tandem with how he moved the katana. Kuai’s toes curled and he screwed his eyes shut slightly. Seconds later the hand let go of his cock and slapped it instead. His eyes shot open, and he looked down in time for Hanzo’s to slap it again.

“Eyes open,” he warned, roughly thrusting the katana and making Kuai squirm. Hand returned to wrap around Kuai’s cock. “You wanted this, don’t forget that.”

Kuai groaned, bringing his legs up as Hanzo’s hand returned to it’s movements. His thumb rolled long the head for a second, before it was traveling back down to the base. All the while, Hanzo continued to push the katana in and out. A knot was forming in Kuai’s stomach, his breathing getting laboured.

And then just before Kuai could cum, Hanzo let go.

Kuai whined behind the chain, causing Hanzo to give another dark chuckle, as his hand came down against Kuai’s cock two more times in quick succession.

“It’s always amusing how you can’t take what you dish out,” Hanzo growled, teasing at Kuai’s cock with a single finger. The katana twisted inside him again, causing Kuai’s legs to jerk. “Let’s see how long you can last, hm?”

Kuai struggled to keep his eyes open while Hanzo returned his attention to Kuai’s cock. Fingers traced up his skin, squeezing down and gently tugging on the skin. Meanwhile that Katana continued to thrust in and out, and Kuai strained against the chains. Right at his peak, Hanzo let go, bringing his hand to slap Kuai’s cock again.

The katana stilled inside him, as Hanzo’s attention was draw to just Kuai’s cock. His fingers trailed along, too light to do anything but lightly tickle, but definitely enough for him to feel it. Kuai’s chest heaved as he felt sweat trickle down his forehead, though if it was from his desperation or the heat he wasn’t sure. Hanzo’s finger teased at Kuai’s slit, before he brought his hand down yet again.

“If we weren’t in the Netherrealm, I might be tempted to leave you like this,” Hanzo started, hand connecting with Kuai’s cock again. “I can’t believe how hard you are from being fucked with a sword.” Kuai groaned and arched his back, the degrading comment adding to the warmth of his face. The handle was turned the other way, and Kuai felt more humiliation at how precum dribbled out of his cock. “You truly are shameless, aren’t you?”

Kuai closed his eyes again turning his head. They didn’t stay closed long as Hanzo smacked his cock again. Once they were open, Kuai could see Hanzo was undoing his belt, adjusting himself until his cock was out. He grabbed the oil again, pouring it over himself. Satisfied, Hanzo then reached down for the katana, slowly pulling it out. Kuai stayed empty for all of a minute, if that, as Hanzo lent over him and pushed his cock inside instead. A full body shudder overtook him.

Hanzo thrust a few times, before stilling inside him. His hand reached for the chains in Kuai’s mouth, pulling them free. Kuai didn’t have enough time to question it before the handle of the katana was pushed against his lips. His eyes widened, and despite his surprise, his mouth opened. He handle found it’s way inside, and he gagged both at the taste and the way it hit the back of his throat. It was a lot more rigid than the things he usually had in his mouth.

“Not often I see you gag,” Hanzo hummed, moving the katana in and out, and causing Kuai to repeat the desired reaction. “Clean my katana off.”

Kuai blinked to indicate he understood, before hollowing out his cheeks and pursing his lips around the handle. Hanzo began to move his hips, fucking into Kuai with force. Every time he slammed forward, he pushed the katana deeper into Kuai’s mouth, and pulled out at the same time too. He didn’t go too fast, clearly concerned about accidentally knocking or chipping Kuai’s teeth.

Kuai concentrated on the katana and the feeling of Hanzo’s cock ramming into his prostate. His tongue trailed along the katana, treating it like he would a dick. If the perverse grin on Hanzo’s face was anything to go by, this was the correct course of action. Kuai couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to feel so utterly powerless.

He could feel himself reaching his limit, and he blinked in rapid succession to warn Hanzo, unsure if he’d want him to cum before him.

“Hm? What’s that? Are you going to cum?” Hanzo questioned with a well aimed jerk of his hips. Kuai whined in response. “Gods, do it. Cum while deep throating my sword.”

The sword was pushed in as far as Hanzo seemed to dare, just tickling the back of Kuai’s throat, threatening to choke him but still allowing him to breath. And then he started pounding away with reckless abandon, no longer worried about harming Kuai with the sword still. Kuai’s hands clenched, and he felt tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

His body jerked upwards as finally he came, so forcefully he was sure he hit Hanzo’s clothes above him. He didn’t get time to relax, even as Hanzo finally pulled the sword out. With both his hands free, Hanzo grabbed Kuai’s hips and continued his assault. With the extra stimulation he could feel himself very quickly building to the peak again. His second orgasm was torn from him so suddenly he audibly screeched with it. He clenched down on Hanzo’s cock, still pounding away at him and Kuai wasn’t sure how much longer the other man could last. They were in the Netherrealm, for all Kuai knew Hanzo’s strength could be so great he could go for hours.

He did get his answer when he realised Hanzo’s thrusts were getting uneven. Not seconds after that revelation, Hanzo gave a large thrust, and Kuai felt a wet heat begin to fill inside of him. Hanzo groaned, fingers digging into Kuai’s skin as he thrust a few more times.

As he pulled out, Kuai gave a sigh of relief, thinking about how his hole was throbbing from the experience. The chains were being pulled off his arms, and then hands were on his face as Hanzo looked down at him.

“Are you okay?” Hanzo questioned, and Kuai couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“I’m good.” He wasn’t sure how much Hanzo believed that, given that his voice sounded rough and uneven. “We should probably get going, the fortress-“

“Can wait a little longer,” Hanzo sternly informed him. “You said yourself, we aren’t too far.” Hanzo lent over to kiss between Kuai’s eyes. “I want to be sure you are up to it first.”

Kuai nodded, “I will be, but a minute would be appreciated.”

“We can take as long as you want.” Hanzo pulled Kuai up, before slotting himself behind. Kuai was lent back head resting against Hanzo’s shoulder. “And once we’re out of hell, I’ll be sure to spoil you.”

“Yay~” Kuai whispered, nuzzling his face into Hanzo’s neck and smiling.

They stayed like that, for just a short while longer, until Kuai felt ready to begin their journey again.

#mortal kombat #subscorp #kuai liang #sub zero #hanzo hasashi #scorpion #⛓️Kinktober 2022

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