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[hardworkandguts]

Your Forma

ユア・フォルマ

(Anime)

Sci-fi mystery by Mareho Kikuishi, Tsubata Nozaki

Era: 2020s

Rating: F

Plot: Echika Hieda is an electronic investigator capable of diving into people's memories with the help of Harold, an android who's just been accused of murder.

Length: 13 episodes

Thoughts: one thing I'm generally not is a quitter. Well, I am, but usually when it comes to movies or TV shows, I stick with things until they end, bitterly or not. The case here was that it was a show I was watching weekly, but it left so little an impression I barely remembered a thing from the previous episode. Yes, the story is pretty generic and it's the one of these "humans and androids" stories I keep giving a chance for some reason because most are just lazy as fuck but might look cool or something, but apparently, here it skips through the first volume, which might be why the relationship between the characters and the characters themselves feel empty. It was something I've seen occasionally with OVAs, and it never played out that well - one thing is making a couple of episodes based on a major plot point and market it directly to the fans on the manga, but as a regular show you at least hope to entice more people to buy the light novels or the manga adaptation, feels like a weird decision.

On return, two things become obvious: it's easier to follow the plot watching episodes in succession, and that happens because this is like reading a book. Most of the first arc of the show is just a constant, endless infodump, very little dialogue between the characters that isn't to uncover the next thing leading to the resolution of the mystery. I understand this is a procedural drama instead of the silly shows I usually watch, but if we add just the plodding infodump scenes to the decision to skip the introductions, I really can't stress enough how terrible the decision to start an adaptation with this arc is. Maybe the second volume is also a plodding infodump in book form? The middle part, about a mysterious online poster known by a single-letter name, dropping calls to actions against his enemies is better in this aspect, although not enough to make it a passable series, same with the third act, about Harold's origins and a series of gory murders in St. Petersburg. Extremely gory. 90s OVA gory. You get the point. Unless the goal of doing this adaptation was adding that scene, adapting books 1 to 3 instead of 2 to 4 would make a lot more sense, although not that would would solve remaining issues. Echika's talent is in brain diving - plugging in to someone to go through their memories, but is constantly put in dangerous situations she's completely unequipped to deal with, more when paired with someone who's not supposed to hit back. If her bad days go from having coffee thrown at her at best and kidnapped at worst wouldn't make it more sense that she isn't just sitting on a desk?

Other thing that doesn't help is how it looks. Muted colors, occasionally going off model or just weird in the later episodes, it's just boring to look at. I get aims at being a more grounded show on the present day where humanity has developed tech much quicker due to a pandemic in the early 90s, butI don't think you can get away with that in a scifi show. I'll criticise something like Metallic Rouge for making a convoluted plot that feels like watching a show from a box set that has missing discs, but you know, the visuals, animation, and character design there were excellent. Over here, beyond the interesting OSD displays characters have built in and some nice touches in visual world building, it's just uninspired, drab and occasionally messy. Might as well point out the music sounds like it was bought from a mid 2010's music library called "Scifi and cyberpunk", with the worst Y2K style cover you've seen in a while.

Should I have given it a second shot? Yeah, probably not. Should you give it one? You can find better things to do with your time than this dud.

Recommended to: Maybe if you read the LN and want to see it animated?

Plus:

A few interesting bits of world building here and there

Seconds and thirds acts aren't as bad as the opening one.

Minus:

Gave up on trying to watch it weekly, but at the same time thought I'd give it a second shot, a mistake.

Looks very under average

It starts confusing, it only gets worse from there.

[nat-20s]

I think The Doctor could stop The Master completely in their tracks by looking them in the eyes and giving them an entirely sincere "Dude what the fuck?". I think that would genuinely perplex them so much they'd forget to be evil

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1951 Ford F-1 Custom Pickup

[inkadink17]

*Ahem*

So uh….

[infamous-if]

Spicy Snippet #3: F!Seven

VICTORIA - ORION - M!SEVEN

The high you feel hearing the crowd after a performance is one that can’t be replicated. Not even the strongest drugs can make you feel this…alive. Nothing else in the world can make you feel this alive. 

Aside from Seven, of course. 

But if the danger of the drug is measured by how strong the addiction is, you fear Seven Lawless is definitely the worst. 

Or best, depending on how you look at it.

That thought runs through your mind now when Seven takes your hand and motions to the bathroom. Your friends are too busy riding that post-performance high by dancing together, and you look away from them to give Seven a nod.

The sly, evil smile that rises on her face makes a shiver run down your spine, and you allow her to pull you through the crowd. 

When you two reach the bathroom, Seven looks under each stall as you throw cold water on your cheeks. You’re panting, sweaty, and your skin still burns with heat from the performance. When Seven is satisfied that you two are alone, she turns to look at you through the mirror. The secret smile on her face makes your skin burn hotter, and you’re certain that performing on stage to a stadium of people won’t ever hold a candle to how she makes you feel with one look.

She keeps her eyes trained on yours when she walks over to you, stopping to stand behind you. A lump forms in your throat, and a swell of excitement and nervousness rises in the pit of your stomach when she puts her hands on the sink, looking away from the mirror to tilt her head at you, gazing at your face. 

“Hi.” 

You manage a smile when you drag your eyes away from the mirror to turn your cheek, meeting her eyes. “Hey.” 

Her humor fades away once her eyes settle on your mouth and you subconsciously lick your lips. Doing the same to her own, she appears to debate something for a brief moment. Then, with heated eyes, she leans forward and presses her mouth to yours. 

The action is cautious, delicate, which is funny considering Seven was just head banging on stage minutes ago. You can taste the strawberry chapstick on her lips, and the heat of her tongue against yours makes your legs feel like goo. Kissing Seven is still something completely new to you. 

After being best friends for years, you thought you knew all there was to know about Seven Lawless. It’s only recently that you discovered there’s a version of her you were completely in the dark about. Like how she kisses. How, sometimes, you look at her while you two are singing on stage and feel like she’s undressing you with her eyes. Or how she makes a certain sound in your mouth when you kiss her just right. A sound only you can pull from her.

When she pulls away, it’s too soon. She smiles at you. “You did really well on stage tonight.” 

“Is that why you brought me to the bathroom?” you say with a smile of your own. “To compliment me?”

“Maybe.” Your nose brushes hers when she moves her head to kiss you again, chaste and brief. You ache for more. “Are you disappointed? Is it not enough?”

“Not nearly,” you admit, the words leaving you in a sigh. 

Her eyes glitter with happiness and she chews on her lower lip in thought before saying, “I like when you want me. For a long time, I wasn't sure if you did. Well...I hoped you did."

You hate how easily saying things like that come to her. “So do I.” 

“So do I.” 

“Well, I want you all the time so that’s not really anything special…” 

You sputter out a laugh, looking around the bathroom. Like most club bathrooms, it sits in disrepair from lack of maintenance. It’s dirty, and hardly romantic. When you look back at Seven, she’s looking at you with half a grin, already knowing what you’re going to say next. “Even now?”

“Especially now.” She looks at you. “Sweaty from performing and we’re alone…”

You snort and Seven smiles before she leans in again. All pretenses flee, and your skin grows hot when you turn fully to face her. She presses her body against yours, pushing you against the sink. 

You deepen the kiss, your hand going to her neck, pulling her closer. Seven’s chest vibrates against yours when she moans, her palm reaching under your shirt to swipe across your stomach, the heat of her skin against yours making your desire shoot up until you feel yourself reaching between you two, tugging at the waist of her pants. You want to see just how much she wants you. 

Seven pulls away, putting her hand on yours, stopping you. When you look at her, she shoots a pointed look at the door. Understanding, you smile and push yourself off the sink, grabbing her hand. It’s your turn to lead her and you do to one of the empty stalls. 

The moment you lock it, Seven is on you. She pushes you against the door of the stall. She stifles your gasp with another kiss, this one hurried and urgent as if time is running out. 

When she pulls away to kiss your neck, you bring a hand to her hair to guide her. The strands are soft between your fingers, and Seven smiles in satisfaction against your skin. And then, between kisses, she says, “When do you think we’re going to tell the band about this?”

“Never,” is your immediate reply, and her kiss melts into a bite that makes you stifle a moan. You drop your hand from her hair to the waistband of her pants, forcing it down her hips. “They’d never let us live it down.” 

You and Seven have been hiding away for the past few weeks. You don’t remember the exact reason why you two agreed not to tell anyone, but it had something to do with “not ruining the delicate ecosystem of the dynamic” ...whatever that means.

“Do you think they already know?” she manages, the words coming out strangled when you hook a finger around the delicate band of her underwear, they drag down her legs and your mouth waters.

“Don’t know,” you say, kissing her again. She bites your lower lip in playful warning. “And right now, don’t care.”

“Eventually we’re going to have to tell the—oh.” You know exactly how to shut her up. Your fingers disappear between her legs, and you feel victorious feeling just how much she’s been aching for you. You hear it not too long after when a moan leaves her mouth. 

 It’s that moment that the door to the bathrooms swing open, and Seven’s eyes widen. Sensing another moan from her, you put your hand on her mouth and her brows furrow together in panic. Then you hook your fingers just right and her face melts back into that expression of carnal pleasure that has her forgetting what she was worried about. 

“…you think we’ll be able to come back next week?” You almost choke the moment the voice rises in the air, and your hand falters. Seven makes a frustrated sound in her throat and she grinds her hips on your hand, urging you to continue. 

“You heard that?” Iris asks. 

You look at Seven with wide eyes, and her brows furrow in faux innocence. “Mfhfnmf?” she mutters against the skin of your palm. You want to scream in frustration—at Devyn. At Iris. At their impeccable timing. 

You hear the doors of the stalls slamming open and Seven shoots you a look. Ah. Shit. The last thing you need is for your friends to find out you and Seven are…whatever you are right now. 

Your pull your fingers away from her and wipe off her wetness on your pants. She immediately appears disappointed. Still, she fumbles to pull her pants back on. You look around, uncertain at first, before you step on the toilet so only one pair of feet are seen in the stall. Seven spins around in confusion, not knowing what to do with her hands and…with herself, and you point at the door so she understands. 

“I swear I heard that,” Iris says. “What if someone is dying or something?”

“It’s…me,” Seven calls out. Her voice is thick and breathy with desire, still hoarse from what you two just finished doing.

Well, finished isn’t exactly the word. 

“Seven?” Iris ventures. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just felt sick,” she responds, looking at you with a shrug. The heat in the pit of your stomach hasn’t gone away, and when she looks at you, it takes everything in you not to tell Iris and Devyn to fuck off somewhere. 

“You need help?” Devyn asks.

“Nuh-huh.” Seven puts a cheek on the door, then her hands. She looks like she’s getting irritated. You understand—you want them gone.“I’m alright. I’ll meet you guys back outside.” 

Your legs are starting to hurt, you shift in order to give your muscles relief, but the toilet seat moves with you, making you slip. 

You scream, because what else is there to do when you're slipping face first off a toilet seat?

“Wha—” Seven barely has time to spin and catch you before you’re crashing into her, making her head clatter against the door. The sound echoes against the bathroom, and your friends are gasping.

“Seven?!” A moment later you see Iris peeking out from under the stall, her eyes widening. “[MC]?”

“Heyyyy,” you drawl out casually, your body slumped over on Seven’s as she uses her arm to hold you up. She uses the other one to unlock the door, pushing it so it swings open. The squeak is slow, long, and pathetic, and it gives you a full view of Devyn and Iris looking at you two with twin expressions of surprise. 

“Hiiii.”  Seven nods her head, smiling awkwardly. She puts her hands together to lock her fingers behind your back, holding you to her chest.

Devyn glances at the both of you, lips parted. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

“I…uh.” She swallows. “Thought I had a bowel problem. [MC] was just helping me in making sure nothing wrong’s down there.” She lets out a forced, airy laugh. "All good."

“Ugh.” Iris waves a dismissive hand, walking away. “You two are so fucking weird sometimes. Go to the doctor! It's not normal to be that close!"

"We're best friends," Seven throws back. "We are sooo close," she says, lower, and you nudge her rib. She smiles with all of her teeth.

Devyn stands there, not so easily convinced, but then she follows Iris out anyway. Not without shooting you two a look. 

When they’re gone, you two glance at each other. "I think it's time we tell them." You untangle from her grasp, fixing your clothes.

Seven lets out a laugh, letting her head fall back against the stall wall.

“You think?” 

[thedragonagelesbian]

Eucharist

Fandom: Dragon Age II

Word Count: 1,580

Rating: M

Summary: Every mage needs a templar. Every templar needs a lyrium leash. Though it is the elder Hawke that Knight Commander Meredith Stannard names Champion of Kirkwall, she has plans for the younger one as well, in exchanging for keeping her sister out of the Gallows.

"A true templar would have trained years for this."

Knight Commander Meredith Stannard isn't sure if the woman before her is listening. The younger sister of the Champion is staring at the vials arranged on the desk between them with all the sharpness and intensity of a huntress stalking a deer's movements through the underbrush. The azure sheen coalescing around the corks calls to Meredith. And alongside it, another desire, bright as holy flame: not to take it herself, but to administer it. To watch it pour through someone else's lips and reshape them, as the Maker first used lyrium to shape His world.

But, then, perhaps it is not a deer that Vasilia de Launcet, neé Hawke, is eyeing, but a bear. Predator, prey, hunger, fear, Meredith wonders in the silence if she has overplayed her hand, trying to control Hawke like this. Down to the composition of her body.

"The Chant of Light teaches us that lyrium is--"

"The waters of the Fade," Hawke says, rapturous. "It would be an honor to drink of it. One that I have not earned through oath nor service."

"Your faithful service to Kirkwall, to me, is sufficient."

More than that. It is better than any Chantry vow. Because it will be vested in Meredith and Meredith alone.

And again, that ember in her gut smolders. Did Andraste feel this too when Her first worshiper knelt before Her? No doubt She was more modest about it, for She is divine and Meredith is only mortal and fallible and unable to resist the heady temptation before her.

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Madara fantasizing about what it would be like to kiss Tobirama so softly as he wraps his hands around his neck and squeezes as he fucks him into the mattress for the second time that morning

[hardworkandguts]

Genocyber

ジェのサイバー

(OVA)

Cyberpunk by Tony Takezaki

Era: 1990s

Rating: F

Plot: Two sisters are used in an experiment by a shady corporation to create psychic soldiers. After a series of events kickstarted by one of them escaping, the two merge to create the ultimate being of destruction, the Genocyber.

Length: 5 episodes (~30 minutes each)

Thoughts: This is one of those titles you kinda remember from adverts and being talked about in the wake of Ghost In The Shell, like Cyber City Oedo 808 or Appleseed. It's also the kind of shit that (90s rad voice) ISN'T A KIDS CARTOON, whatever kind of graphical, sexual, psychological violence you can imagine it's probably going to be here in some way, so, yeah.

Look, cartoon violence doesn't faze me at all, you want to see me squirm put a character who does the exact same shit I regret doing 25 years ago, being reminded I've been a dipshit all my life is my existencial horror. Genocyber feels like a collection of things the authors thought "this is fucked up, y'all" and that's it. Under all the barrage of competently drawn and animated edgelord nihilism, I couldn't care about any of those poorly developed characters (fine, Elaine and his friend deserved being left alone), and the moment you realise that happens... What else is there? What's the point of all this?

Maybe the point is that humanity really deserves to have a quasi-diety waving a centuries long war on us. Looking at the news, maybe they're right.

Recommended to: For the nihilists in your life.

Plus:

Some good 90s ISN'T A KIDS CARTOON OVA animation

"Genocyber" is a banger of a title

Minus:

Bleak, seems to take pleasure in being bleak, seems to be only concerned with being bleak

All (motions arms) that seems wasted on characters you just don't care about.

[zingsthings]

stopped for me

(part 2 of the brilliant comet)

"It's a graze," Jyn mutters against Cassia, once she can trust her voice to be steady. "It almost wasn't." "I'm still here." Jyn untangles their fingers and cradles Cassia's face with both hands. Cassia's hand remains pressed against her beating heart. "You're still here," she echoes, words still tinged with disbelief. "Yeah," says Jyn, "we are," and kisses her.

or, Jyn is not dead, Cassia is not alright, and they both learn some things about the mutual value of sweat. And walls. (The rest of Rogue One is pleased for them, but wishes they'd figured this out absolutely anywhere else.)

A belated little treat for @brynnmclean's birthday! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for your encouragement and advice and friendship, and of course also for being one of the writers who got me into this fandom in the first place. You're a gem. Enjoy the angst and smut!

(Technically this is also my similarly belated entry for Day Four of Rebelcaptain Fix-It Week, for the prompts "how they work together on missions" and "dance". Well. For a certain value of dance.)

[happymotorhead]

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[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

worst downgrade in the history of downgrades

[this-sapphic-paradise]

PART 2/2

(parts 1 & 2 on AO3)

Shauna’s bedroom is much cooler than what Nat imagined it would be. For some reason—that reason being called Jackie Taylor—Nat figured Shauna’s room would be all girly and pink, but it’s full of posters of cool bands, books, and some other knick knacks. Without giving manners much thought, Nat drops her soccer bag by the door, toes off her shoes, and flops down on Shauna’s bed.

“Make yourself at home, I guess,” the girl teases, and the two smirk at one another. “Just give me a second to call Jackie, or she’ll show up here with a search and rescue team.”

Nat snorts. “Sure, whatever.”

Having discarded her shoes as well, Shauna sits at the head of the bed, grabs her telephone receiver and dials Jackie’s number. It doesn’t take more than a couple of rings before both of them hear their captain’s voice.

“Hey,” Shauna’s voice is soft, much softer than what it normally is when she’s talking to anyone other than Jackie, but Nat doesn’t care enough about their conversation to try and listen in, instead, she removes her jersey, shorts, and sports bra and crawls over to Shauna, taking advantage of the fact that the girl has her back turned to Natalie.

“She’s okay. Yeah… I just waited until the ice had melted and–” Shauna gasps at the feeling of curious, warm fingers slipping under her jersey, making Shauna hyper aware of Nat’s presence right behind her. “H-Huh? N-No, everything is okay, Jax. I just… I-I thought I saw a roach…”

Shauna hears Natalie chuckling lowly right against the shell of her ear and she can’t help but shudder. Bitch, she thinks, turning around with every intention of covering Nat’s mouth, but when she sees her half naked, Shauna loses all ability to think.

“Shauna? Shauna, are you there?” They hear Jackie’s muffled voice, and Natalie has to bite her lip to not laugh at the way Shauna is gawking at her.

“Uh… Y-Yeah…” Shauna licks her lips as her eyes take in every inch of Nat’s exposed skin. “Jax, I, uh, I just remembered my mom asked me to, um… to run some errands for her. I’ll call you tonight. Love you, bye.”

The second the receiver is placed back on its base, Nat laughs out loud and Shauna huffs. “You’re so gonna pay for that.”

With a mischievous grin, Nat leans back on her hands and arches her back just slightly so her chest catches Shauna's attention again. “Promise?”

And by god, Shauna fucking growls. How does Nat know what buttons to push to make me act this way?? She thinks, getting rid of her own jersey and shorts before grabbing Natalie’s legs and unceremoniously pulling her to the edge of the mattress. And why the fuck do I feel so fucking good with her?? So alive?!? Shauna kneels between Nat's legs, returning to the position they had been in at school. She sees the hunger in those dark blue eyes, she sees the anticipation in every rise and fall of Nat's chest, and for once Nat is quiet, anxiously waiting for Shauna’s next move.

“What's the matter, Nat?” Shauna smirks, gently running her hands up Nat’s thighs until her fingers reach the bruise and she digs them in. “Cat got your tongue?”

A gasp tears through Natalie and she rocks her hips, searching for friction to soothe a completely different type of ache.

Shauna chuckles and leans down to place loving kisses over the bruise before forging a path with her lips higher and higher, all the while keeping her eyes locked with Nat’s.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” She orders with so much confidence her voice sounds foreign to her own ears. She is going to take and devour everything Natalie is willing to give her; she's going to swallow her whole, and if Shauna chokes on bones later on, so be it.

“Fuck. A-Anything you want.” Natalie breathes out, getting lost in the dark abyss of Shauna's eyes.

“You're gonna have to be more specific than that.” Shauna disguises her lack of experience with pure bravado. “I want to hear you say it,” she insists, teasing Nat by lightly brushing a thumb over her bruise.

Nat pauses, her cheeks slowly going from pink to red as the wish to say everything she's craving clashes with the shame thrusted upon her by her classmates' moral judgement of who they think she is. As much as she would like to believe she wouldn't care if Shauna started thinking less of her after today, Nat knows it would devastate her.

Seemingly understanding some of Nat's discomfort on instinct—or the shared experience of being a girl in America—Shauna gently cups Nat's cheek and says softly, “Hey, it's okay. Nothing we do is gonna leave this room.” She gives her an encouraging smile and tries again, “Talk to me. Please.”

Nat melts a little under Shauna’s understanding gaze. She bites her lip, takes a deep breath, and decides now is not the time to start being pious.

“I like this bossy version of you,” she confesses, looking deeply into Shauna's eyes. “I… I want more bruises from you.”

There's no stopping the low growl that rumbles through Shauna. It's as if she has been a starved, caged animal her entire life and Natalie is turning the key, opening the lock, and offering herself up as a meal.

“Anywhere I want?” She drawls.

Holding Shauna's gaze for as long as possible, Nat slowly stands, then, to Shauna's complete surprise and ruin, she crawls back onto bed on her hands and knees, looks over her shoulder and breathes, “Yes.”

“Fuck, Nat.” Shauna is momentarily frozen in place as she takes in the sight of the wet spot on Nat’s underwear—the undeniable proof that she has turned her on; that she can make other girls horny. Letting that thought, that certainty, take over her consciousness, Shauna smirks and crawls behind Natalie until their hips are flushed against one another and Shauna's hands are holding Natalie’s waist.

“You look good like this, Nat, on your fours for me,” she says coyly, moving one hand to slowly rub Nat's back, earning a little moan in response.

“Nat?” Shauna pauses, biting her lip.

“Y-Yeah?”

“I…” Shauna's sudden nervousness makes Nat look back at her. “Is it okay if I say whatever comes to my mind? Like, it doesn't have to mean anything after you leave–” She's flustered for the first time since walking into her room and that warms Natalie’s heart. “But can I say it anyway?”

Wanting to get Shauna back into that cocky mindset that has gotten Nat weak, she teasingly rocks her hips back and purrs, “I did say you can do anything you want.” And to emphasize that everything is okay, she grins at her friend and gives her a little wink.

Nat is being so fucking perfect for her, a literal dream come true that it makes Shauna's heart soar and heat pool in her underwear. Now emboldened by the enthusiastic consent, Shauna applies a steady pressure to Nat's upper back until her face is pressed against the mattress and her ass is sticking up, being deliciously offered for the taking.

“Who knew you were actually this easy, Nat,” Shauna drawls, hooking her fingers on the waistband of Nat's underwear, slowly pushing it down her thighs. “Or are you acting like this just for me?” Shauna smirks, sitting back on her legs so she can take a proper look at what Nat is offering her. “Spread yourself for me.”

“F-Fuck…” Nat whines, hiding her face in the sheets, trying to ignore how the demeaning words are scratching an itch she didn’t even know needed scratching. With slightly shaky hands, Nat reaches behind her and does as she's told, spreading her pussy and ass for Shauna’s enjoyment.

“Jesus, Nat,” Shauna gasps; her mouth watering in desperate need for a taste. “You're so wet” she marvels, tentatively rubbing her thumb through slick folds and smirking when it gets Natalie to whine and rock her hips again.

“Please…”

Shauna can't hold herself back anymore. She buries her face in Nat’s spread cunt, breathing in her scent before exploring every inch of Nat’s folds with her tongue. Everything about it is intoxicating—the noises Natalie is making, her smell, her taste, the way her body keeps pushing back trying to get as much of Shauna as possible. At that very moment, Shauna completely understands and accepts the fact that she undeniably and irrevocably loves women, and that she'll be back on her knees for Natalie however many times she'll have her.

“Fuck, Nat. You taste so fucking good,” Shauna moans, using her hands to keep Natalie spread open since the girl had let go once the pleasure became too distracting.

“Y-You feel good,” Nat stammers.

Shauna starts kissing a trail to the side, licking and nipping at the swell of Nat’s ass cheek while two fingers replace her tongue on Nat’s clit, rubbing it experimentally to check what gets her to make the sweetest noises. Kissing further up Nat’s back until she is hovering over her, Shauna whispers hotly in her ear, “Are you gonna let me have you whenever I want?”

“M-Maybe,” Natalie pants. “If you… if you stop teasing me.”

Shauna chuckles and unceremoniously flips Nat onto her back before kissing her for the first time.

Their kiss isn’t passionate and heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken feelings like the kisses Shauna has shared with Jackie. Their kiss is hot and hungry, yet light, filled with smiles and chuckles as Nat struggles to get Shauna’s sports bra and panties off her. They are clumsy and messy, and when Shauna feels like she may have killed the vibe by accidentally stumbling over Nat’s thighs in a very not sexy way, Nat is caring enough to simply smile, say, “Here,” and adjust Shauna’s leg in between her own. She’s undoubtedly more experienced with sex than Shauna, but she does not try to take the lead even once, choosing instead to discreetly guide her whenever she senses Shauna losing confidence.

Looking into those precious doe eyes, Natalie gently grabs one of Shauna’s hands and guides it back to her pussy. “Please,” she breathes out, “fuck me.”

So beautiful. So fucking beautiful… It’s all Shauna can think as she starts rubbing Nat’s clit once more. “Say it again,” She commands. “I want to hear you begging me.”

And Nat complies, because, fuck, Shauna is hot when she is bossy like that. “Please, Shauna. Please, fuck me.” She reaches up and gently brushes Shauna’s hair back so she can see her gorgeous face more clearly. “I need to feel you inside me. Please…”

Shauna can't believe this is really happening, but she’s intent on making the most out of it while it lasts. So, she kisses Nat again and slowly slips her fingers down until they reach her entrance. “How many fingers do you need, hm?” She asks in between kisses.

Natalie trembles with the effort to keep still. “T-Two.” Then, she adds for good measure, “Please.”

Shauna chuckles and ever so slowly starts teasing Nat’s entrance with the tips of her fingers while kissing her neck. “So polite,” she taunts playfully, nipping at Nat's ear. “Good girl.”

The praise alone would have been enough to get a moan out of Nat, but Shauna chose that exact same moment to push her fingers inside her, making her cry out in ecstasy.

Shauna wants to ask Nat if everything is okay, but she feels Nat rolling her hips and digging her nails on Shauna’s back so she figures it's safe to start moving her fingers, carefully pulling them back then thrusting them in deep.

“Oh… T-That feels good.”

Shauna’s head is swimming with the storm of emotions, thoughts, and sensations going through it. She wants to ask Natalie a thousand questions, she wants to make sure she's doing the right things, but at the same time she wants to keep acting cool, she wants to keep acting like the bossy bitch that got Nat to beg for her.

“I'm gonna leave marks everywhere on your body,” Shauna drawls, scooting down a bit so she can place kisses over Natalie's chest; her fingers still fucking her slow and deep. “I want you to remember me every time you look at yourself in the mirror…” Shauna grins against her skin when she hears Natalie moaning and she rewards her by wrapping her lips around Nat's nipple and sucking it hard.

“Shauna!”

Scrapping her teeth against the sensitive nub and feeling Natalie arch her back, Shauna says, high on the power Nat is giving her, “Everybody will look at you and wonder who the lucky fucker was that got to leave all of these marks.” She sucks on the other nipple, getting Natalie to cry out again. “But only you and I will know the truth.”

“Yes, yes. Fuck, yes!” It's too much—all the dirty talking, the possessiveness, the thorough exploration of her body, and not to mention the entire hour of metaphorical edging Shauna has put her through. It's too fucking much. Nat has never been this wet, she has never been this pliant and desperate for anybody; and if the tightening in her core is any indication, Nat knows she will come in record time. “I'm a-almost there!”

Leaving a few dark hickeys on Nat’s stomach, Shauna smirks devilishly and bites her way back up to Nat's ear, whispering hotly, “Do you want to come?”

Natalie can't help but clench hard around the fingers inside her at the ridiculously confident register of Shauna's voice. “Yes! Yes! Please!”

“Tell me you're mine.” Shauna commands, slowing her thrusts to help make her point. “Tell me you're mine and I'll let you come, Nat.”

The thought of belonging to someone, as absurd as it would have sounded if she were thinking straight, unleashes something primal, something primitive inside Natalie’s mind. After so many years of feeling rejected, of feeling unwanted, here Shauna is—sweet, smart, loyal Shauna wants Natalie to belong to her. And fuck, Nat wants to belong.

“I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours!!!” Natalie cries, desperately digging her nails into Shauna’s back as she bucks her hips wildly. “Please, please, please, Shauna! Please, make me come. I'm yours!”

With her eyes stinging with a sudden well of tears, Shauna picks up the pace and whispers back, “That's it. You're mine now, Nat. You've done so good. Come for me,” before biting hard on the girl's shoulder.

Pain mixes so perfectly with the pleasure emanating from between her thighs that the praise and claim she hears from Shauna only thrusts her further toward the crest of her orgasm, and when she does reach her peak, Natalie comes with a silent scream, biting down on Shauna’s shoulder in a subconscious effort to claim her back, before falling limp onto the mattress.

Shauna gently removes her fingers from Nat and flops down next to her as the two girls fight to regain control of their breathing. Nat is so spent—after a full day at school, soccer practice, and a mind-blowing orgasm—that she barely notices how silence stretches between them until she feels Shauna start to fidget by her side.

“If you start freaking out now, I'm gonna have to slap you.” She says playfully; her eyes closed and her voice hoarse.

“I just…”

The pause makes Nat open her eyes and she can't help but smile at the sight that greets her: Shauna, with the most adorable concentrated look on her face, biting her lip as she is seemingly lost in thought.

“You're gonna give yourself a stroke.” Nat pokes Shauna’s forehead and she's surprised when the girl holds her hand, gently caressing it.

“Was everything… okay?” She asks shyly. “I-I mean… I didn't really hurt you, did I?”

Nat bites the inside of her cheek and shakes her head.

“And the things I said?” Those brown eyes look pleadingly at Nat. “Were they okay too?”

“More than okay. It was pretty fucking hot, actually.” She grins and pulls Shauna down into a slow, lazy kiss.

When they pull apart, both girls have a content smile on their lips.

“Give me, like, ten minutes and I'll return the favor.” Nat says, letting her eyes flutter shut again, missing the way Shauna's cheeks turn bright red.

“Y-You don't have to…”

Nat chuckles and shakes her head. “Oh, I know. But it'll be my pleasure.”

[youredyingthatsallthereis]

frenzy

t4t roachghost, bloodborne au, roach sits on ghosts face, face fucking, tdick fucking, roach puts ghost in a mating press and leaves it in, porn with absolute zero plot, this was just an excuse to write t4t sex

also posted on my AO3 <3

word count: 1480

roach had barely been home for thirty seconds before the front door suddenly flew open and slammed shut again, announcing ghosts abrupt return home. roach had been just about to start cleaning the blood and viscera out of the serrated edges of his threaded cane but one look at ghosts face told him that that was going to have to wait.

"back already?" roach questioned, knowing that he wasnt going to get a real answer. he could see in ghosts eyes that he was too distracted and focused on one thing; he practically threw his tonitrus and pistol onto the table and put his newly freed hands on roach's bare chest, gloved fingertips leaving contrastingly clean streaks in the gore and filth all over roach's exposed torso.

"killed one too many again, have you?" he asked softly, carefully removing ghost's hat and gently placing it next to his weapons. ghost had been getting like this more and more lately; overly vicious and murderous during hunts and leaving himself half cut and almost crazed after, coming home needy and wanting wanting /wanting/ -

"please," was all ghost said, voice low and quietly desperate. roach pulled down his mask before delicately pulling off his own blood-caked gloves and tossing them to the side, starkly clean hands moving to cup ghosts red-stained cheeks and tilting his face up for a soft kiss.

roach kept it sweet for a moment, wanting to test ghost's patience a little; the other hunter's fingertips digging into his exposed shoulders almost immediately indicated that it was already worn very, very thin.

"nasty," he chuckled as ghost pulled back just enough to start licking and kissing at the blood and filth on his upper chest. "you want me to fuck you right here on the kitchen table? or shall i be a gentleman and take you to bed?"

ghost kissed him hard and hungry in response, licking the taste of the hunt into his mouth. "we haven't been gentleman for a long, long time gary," he barely managed to get out between kisses. roach had to chuckle.

"be that as it may, your back will thank me tomorrow for insisting," he countered, stepping backwards towards their bedroom and pulling ghost along by the lapels of his jacket. "we aren't beasts."

he led ghost to their slightly-too-small-for-two-grown-men bed and gently pushed him back to sit down on it, watching as his lover frantically shucked off his filthy coat and gloves before practically tearing off his stained shirt. roach unlaced his boots and kicked them off as he undid his belt, letting his trousers and pants fall to his ankles.

ghost barely gave him a chance to spread himself open before he had roach by the hips, fingers just straddling the line where the violence spattered across roach's torso had been stopped by the waistband of his trousers, and was pulling him to hastily sit on his face as he threw himself back onto the bed.

roach wanted to take it slow but ghost's feral enthusiasm made it feel impossible; he had roach's tdick wrapped up in his lips and tongue so quickly that roach could barely control this hips rocking forward to push it in deeper as fast as possible. ghost was always like this when he wanted to be facefucked; fast and desperate and demanding and roach always loved every second of it.

he snaked one hand under ghosts head and braced the other against the wall, rutting hard and fast against his tongue until he could see stars when he closed his eyes. he let out a whiny gasp when ghost grabbed his ass, hard and tight, to keep him fucked deep enough into his mouth that he could slide his tongue down towards roach's hole, the tip just swiping over the top edge of it. roach felt a peak coming on way too quickly, the latent frenzied tension that had been building in him all night while he hunted ready to burst out of him already -

"that's it, fuck that's it, don't stop, fuck i can't hold it - "

with a few more shallow thrusts he was cumming, ghost moaning into his cunt and sucking up as much as he could while roach shook and throbbed, hand still gripping ghost's head tightly up against him. when he finally let go to let ghost catch his breath, the other hunter barely paused for a second before sucking roach's oversensitive dick back into his mouth.

"fuck, simon," roach breathed, lids fluttering shut while he full-body shivered at the overstimulation. "starvin' for it, huh?"

he got a long, greedy lick from his hole to the tip of his cock in response, and when he finally managed to look back down found ghost looking back up at him with feverish intensity.

"get your bottoms off then," roach said, shuffling back down from ghost's face to his waist. ghost wiggled and shimmied his trousers and pants off while roach backed up enough to give him more space, taking a moment to look down at the blood smeared on the inside of his thighs from ghost's cheeks.

"roach," ghost whined, pulling the hunter out of his imaginings of how brutally ghost must have been killing for his face to have gotten so dirty. he looked at ghosts spread legs and traced two fingers along his cunt, letting saliva pool in his mouth for a moment before leaning down for an open mouthed, sloppy kiss to get his pussy good and wet. ghost writhed and scrabbled at the pillow on either side of his head, impatient for roach to keep going.

roach let him buck his hips up into his mouth for a moment, savoring the taste of ghost's ardent hard work, moaning into his cunt as it mixed with the filthy flavor his kisses had left behind earlier. he got lost in it for a moment, head spinning as ghost's unrestrained lust seeped into him, until ghost was grabbing him by the scalp and pulling him up into a harsh kiss, wrapping his legs around roach's waist and gasping into his mouth as their cocks frotted together.

"you really aren't a gentleman, are you" roach said between frantic kisses. "so shameless and beautiful in all your wanting."

ghost's legs tightened around his hips at the sweet talking and praise, pushing his pelvis up harder to get more friction between them.

"go on then, love, take it. take what you want. don't be ashamed." he knew ghost never was, but couldn't resist giving him the extra nudge.

he was glad for it; ghost took the words and with a deep drag along roach's torso, gathered up the blood and gore off him and rubbed it slow and hard over their cocks, throwing back his head and moaning hard at the extra slickness. roach groaned and rocked his tcock, now extra slippery, along the bottom of ghosts, reaching down and spreading his pussy wider to get himself deeper into his hole.

"fuck me, please please fuck me, pleeeease - "

roach quickly got his hands on the backs of ghosts thighs and shoved them back, leaning forward to fold him in half and get his hands under ghost's lower back, pussy totally exposed to grind against.

"FUCK, just like that," ghost shouted, death gripping the pillow and rocking up against roach for more.

"anything," roach panted into his mouth, letting their lips brush over each others with every thrust. "you know its always anything you want."

ghost's whining steadily increased in volume as roach started to move faster, fucking into him as hard as he could, ghost barely above a whisper saying "that's it, come on bug i know you can get off inside me, come on leave it in, leave it all inside me - "

roach choked out a gasp while ghost licked over his tongue, closing his eyes to better take in every bit of sensation, the wet heat of their tongues together, the blood slick slide of their cocks together, electricity building up sharp and fast in his lower abdomen with every syllable ghost let roll off his tongue onto roach's -

he thrust in and held it there, a clipped howl wrung out of his chest as he climaxed, ghost inhaling every desperate sound like it was bringing him back to life, back to his sanity, hand on his own cock to work himself up until he was biting down hard on roach's lower lip and cumming, long and steady, pulsing against roach while he continued to weakly frot their oversensitive cocks together as much as he could stand to.

finally, ghost loosed his jaws and let roach go, licking the bit of blood he'd drawn.

"even *my* blood, hm?" roach said softly, giving him a gentle kiss.

"the taste of you," ghost managed between heaving, steadying inhales, "is the closest to heaven i'm ever gonna get."

[zingsthings]

breathes in deep the air

chapter four: seems suddenly / to have stopped

"Well, you've got me where you wanted, get on with it," she says, and... feels no movement and hears no cheeky little riposte from below her, which is, "…what?" “Fuck, Jyn.” And Jyn looks down to see Cassia, her neck arched, her head straining towards her. Her mouth open, her nostrils flared, breathing her in. It's a sight. She feels a rush and a stupidly welcome comfort in this. Jyn, putting that expression on Cassia's face. Making her pant and want and wait, Jyn overwhelming her senses. Just—from a different angle, is all.

In which: yeah, this is the highly emotional facesitting chapter. Have fun!