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sooniebby · 1 year

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Sooooooo let's Go!

The reader would be Ashley's brother, and would be sent along with Leon to rescue her. But, the reader has knowledge about weapons and espionage, for being an agent (your choice of his affiliation), and throughout the mission Leon and the reader begin to fall in love with each other. So after rescuing Ashley, they arrange to meet and what happens next is up to you!

When Ada appears, the reader is with Leon, which makes him feel a little jealous and maybe Ashley helping them get together, pls?

ఌ 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

꧁ 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 3.4k

Rating › SFW

Warnings › none

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Maybe it wasn’t smart. Sure, (Name) had the skills to fight and kill. But never alone. He had never been alone before but here he was. In some random village. He was cursing himself in his head. His gun was empty as well. Ammo gone.

Only a knife as his only weapon of choice. He knows how to fight. But these aren’t… people.

He can’t even fight dirty! They don’t go down like normal people. Sure, he had heard about zombies but these felt so different. He was a fool to think he could ever save Ashley. His father was right on him not thinking before reacting.

But hearing his baby sister was kidnapped, how could he not panic? They don’t know what these people are. And after running into just two of them, he knew he was right to be afraid.

Checking his rounds again, as if some would magically appear, he shoved his gun back into his holster. He wanted to give up but decided he was too far ahead. The church he had heard those things talk about had to have Ashley in it.

It was mainly a guess but guess were all he had right now.

He was lucky enough that most of the villagers were already dead whenever he passed by. But that also caused him to worry. Who the hell was killing them? It looked to be gunshots, so he was hoping it could’ve been some regular army guy but he didn’t know if they would want to work with him.

The church in front of (Name) was mainly deserted. He saw two bodies on the floor as he walked to the entrance. It was already open. He slowly stepped inside, brandishing his knife.

It was a longer blade than most knifes but it was getting old. He forgot to grab a much newer one.

He was silent, just to hear if there was anyone else until he heard Ashley’s voice. And some unknown man’s. His sister screamed at first but then it was silent. (Name) panicked and quickly ran up to the ladder.

With only his adrenaline pumping, he was on the second floor in record time to see the man in front of Ashley. From his view, all he could really see was that he was holding a gun.

(Name) crept over, ready to attack the man until he turned around. A sudden squeak left his mouth, he would very much deny it, and he dropped onto the ground.

Ashley sighed in relief. “(Name)!” She rushed over to him despite the other man’s protest. “How’d you find me?”

“Oh, uh, I stole some… stuff.. it doesn’t matter. We gotta leave,” (Name) moved to stand up until a sudden cough was heard. The siblings turned their attention back to the man with the gun.

“This family reunion is cute and all but I need to know how you got here,” he said.

“Why? Who are you?”

“Leon Kennedy. I was sent by her.. your father to rescue Ashley. He didn’t tell me his son would be here as well.” Leon said, eyeing (Name).

“Well he doesn’t know.”

“Not a good thing, is it?” Leon asked, raising an eyebrow. (Name) bit his lip. Okay, he was right. It wasn’t a good idea to come here without telling someone. If he hadn’t found out where Ashley was and ended up being killed, no one would’ve known where he was.

Ashley sighed. “Okay, we can worry about this later. We need to get out here before—”

The sound of chanting interrupted her as the trio looked over to the window. It was the villagers with pitchforks and weapons, ready to do anything to keep Ashley from leaving. Leon cursed as he began to reload his gun.

“Alright, we’ll talk later. I’m sure you can fight, yeah? Don’t gotta worry about you?”

(Name) rolled his eyes. “No shit. I wouldn’t have been able to survive this long if I couldn’t.”

“It didn’t seem like it by that mouse squeak you let out earlier. But prove me wrong.”

“Guys.” Ashley groaned.

“Sorry…” (Name) muttered.

(Name) did not like this Leon Kennedy.

But he couldn’t lie at how cool Leon was fighting against the villagers. (Name) didn’t have to do much at all. He mainly focused on keeping Ashley away from any villagers that tried to grab her.

“We have a helicopter coming, we just have to reach the location before the weather.” Leon said, leading them to the supposed location.

(Name) felt weird following some random guy but he seemed legit. Ashley seemed to have no problem so he didn’t say anything. If this guy did have a helicopter for them to get out, he’d better take it.

Ashley elbowed his arm. “(Name), what were you thinking? Dad would’ve sent someone for me. You didn’t need to come.”

“Yeah, but, I was worried.”

“Worrying is fine but thinking would be nice.”

“Would you not have tried to come rescue me if you could?”

“Maybe but I would’ve had a plan or at least some people to help. Not go it alone. We’re lucky Leon is here.”

“I could’ve saved you without mister pretty face.”

“Thanks.” Leon suddenly said.

“Huh?” (Name) remembered that Leon could obviously hear them. He wasn’t exactly whispering when he said that.

“Mister pretty face? Thanks.”

“It wasn’t a compliment…” (Name) muttered but got no answer from Leon. Ashley simply laughed.

The walk to the location was cut short when they ran into a few villagers. It felt like an ambush as they popped out from every side, effectively blocking them from leaving. (Name) pushed Ashley behind him, holding his knife out as some sort of warning.

He heard a chuckle from beside him but he decided to ignore it. Leon had no business laughing at him in a moment like this. The villagers began to attack as Leon started shooting.

(Name) payed more attention to Ashley the entire time, maneuvering her anything a villager grabbed at her clothes. But all this attention on her left his wide open for a swing at his head. He dodge the first time, much to his shock but was swiftly overtaken by one that stabbed his hand.

He cursed, watching as one of the much bigger ones grabbed him with ease and slung him over his back. Ashley screamed out, as another tried to grab her but was killed by Leon. He aimed his gun at the one holding (Name) but was swiftly attacked by another villager.

It gave the one holding (Name) enough time to walk away. (Name) used his knife to slash at the kidnapper but was unable to phase it. This wasn’t like the other villagers. It had a hat with a long coat. A stature that felt inhuman.

“Relieve yourself to God, my child. For it is the only thing for your salvation.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

(Name) could feel faint. His tiredness was getting to him. Fighting against two villagers earlier with just six billets and a knife tired him. He also didn’t pass by with no hits from that fight. They got him a couple of times. It didn’t bother him then, he had built a tolerance of pain but he could feel himself bleeding.

He didn’t have the adrenaline to push through anymore.

At least Ashley was safe with someone.

ꕤ

“You will be a great sacrifice. Abandon any struggling or doubt and give this fruitful body to God.”

The feeling of something cool against his skin shook (Name) awake as he tried to open his eyes. They were heavy as he heard the murmur of prayers. He wasn’t dead? A slice at his skin caused him to scream out, pulling at the chains that held him. He didn’t know where the hell he was but he could certainly tell someone was carving something into his back.

The sound of them walking away was when he finally got the courage to open his eyes.

He then tried to look around but only saw a dark cave. Only a lone candle light on a floor near the wall and the moonlight seeping through the cave opening was his only sense of light. He could feel blood trailing down his back as the blood was pulled away from his skin.

(Name) didn’t want to know what was carved into his back. He wasn’t sure what was happening but he knew he would die tonight. It had to be a human sacrifice. This cult already tried to kill him before.

He glanced around, to see if there was anything he could free himself with. His shirt was torn open seeing he still had it one technically. There were too lazy to fully strip him shirtless. His pants were still there but covered in mud and dirt from his falls earlier.

His knife.

His knife was on the table with the candle. He couldn’t even kill himself to not deal with whatever this shit was. (Name) whined. He wanted to just die.

Not have to deal with whatever the fuck this was.

He didn’t want to die here but it seemed most likely. Shit. (Name) hoped Ashley was fine. She had Leon at least. He sighed. The feeling of being lightheaded taking over.

“Oh wow. Didn’t think you’d be here.”

(Name) glanced up to see a woman in a red sweater dress in front of him. An odd choice to wear in a situation like this but he didn’t question it. The woman kneeled down in front of him, looking over his body with pursed lips.

“You feeling okay? You look a little woozy.”

“No…” (Name) couldn’t finish his speech. He groaned.

“You’re Ashley’s big brother, right? You came to come save her yourself? How cute.”

“I…”

“Well, it seems you’re in a bad position so I’ll help you and you’ll help me later, alright?”

“Hm.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Ada Wong.”

“(Name) G….” (Name) felt his head fall down to the ground as the chains holding him up released him. He groaned out in pain but soon felt himself fall asleep.

He wasn’t sure he’d wake up.

ꕤ

“How’d you find him?”

“I’d put the gun down if I were you. The only thing that kept him alive was me. I see you lost Ashley though.” Ada said.

(Name) groaned as he looked around at where he was. He could feel that the carvings in his back certainly did happen. It was a fucked up dream. But what he didn’t feel all to there at all.

“He’ll be a bit stupid for an hour. It’s just the drugs.”

“I don’t have an hour.”

“Well you do now, Leon. Unless you wanna just leave him here, where anyone can just walk into this house. I mean, he isn’t your mission anyway.”

(Name) could hear voices outside of the room he was in. It looked to be the master bedroom with how spacious it was. He couldn’t think straight. A giggle left his lips as he tried to sit up only to collapse back down on the bed.

“He’s awake. Make sure his stitches don’t open. We’ll talk another time.”

The creek of the door caught (Name)’s attention as he watched Leon walk in. He looked angrier than the last time he saw him but his more blank expression took over once he saw (Name) stare at him.

“Ashley..?”

“Gone. She ran away. But I know where she is. It’s the castle.”

(Name) only grinned. “When’d you get so manly Ashley?”

“… excuse me?”

“Oh, wait… you’re not Ashley.” (Name) reached up his right hand to touch Leon’s face only to see it bandaged. “Ah! What happened?”

“How are you feeling? Any pain?”

“Hmmmm, no? I feel sleepy.”

(Name) moved to lay on his side, using his hand to reach out towards Leon. Leon looked more preoccupied with whoever he was talking to in his ear piece. (Name) wasn’t sure. He felt hazy.

He used his non bandaged hand to grab at Leon’s belt, playing with it. Leon pushed his hand away but that only made (Name) reach for it again. The only answer after that was a grunt before Leon just left him to it, more worried about who he was talking to.

The sound of thunder outside caught (Name)’s attention. In the back of his head, he worried for Ashley. Just when he had her, he lost her. He couldn’t help the whimper he let out, pulling away from Leon’s belt.

He failed her.

Tears streamed down his face as he tried to curl into a ball onto cry out in pain instead. He felt a hand grab his arm and looked up at an angry Leon.

It seemed the only thing he did for Leon was make him angry.

“No sudden movements. Those stitches aren’t professional. They can’t withstand much before breaking.”

“Sorry…” (Name) whispered. So pathetic. He should’ve just stayed home. Maybe he wouldn’t have caused such problems. His father was smart, he could’ve handled it.

Leon simply hummed before pulling away. (Name)’s face was still fresh with tears and they wouldn’t stop. He turned his face away from Leon, not wanting him to see him like this.

He did have some sense of pride on not being seen as weak. His military training was for nothing if carvings on his back killed him like this.

But he never really tried to fight whatever those things were.

(Name) stiffened when he felt Leon’s hand on his head. He waited for a moment, his breathing slowed as Leon awkwardly rubbed his hair as if he was a dog. Then Leon simply pulled his hand away.

He didn’t say anything before walking away, muttering about making sure no one had found the house. (Name) sniffled as he thought about what just happened. He was been used to people not touching him. That’s what he was.

An untouchable guy who killed with ease as a veteran at such a young age. Making his pops proud. Only Ashley really tried to get him to open up. Stop relying on his skewed view of a man to make himself feel better.

He was still crying. But it was for something else. The touch of someone other than Ashley felt nice. It felt good. No matter how awkward it was.

Maybe Ashley was right calling him a touch starved mouse. Though she only called him a mouse because of how he sounded during jump scares in horror movies.

(Name) wiped away his tears. He could worry about his mental problems later. Ashley being alive mattered more. But he couldn’t exactly move.

“Leon.” He called out.

Much to his shock, Leon was immediately there. He looked a bit panic at first before calming himself when he noticed that nothing was wrong.

“What?”

“You should go to Ashley. We don’t know how much time she has left.”

“No can do. I can’t leave you.”

“I’m not your mission. I came here on my own accord. I’ll meet you guys later.”

“Meet us later? You can’t even bend. How can I know you can fight? Let alone run.”

“Ashley matters more.”

“Ashley won’t be pleased to hear I had you and then lost you just as quickly. She’ll be happier and more likely to listen to you than me.” Leon said.

What he said felt final. (Name) didn’t feel like he could rebuttal him. Maybe it was the way he said it. His stance. His eyes. But he was a bit scary to argue with so (Name) shut his mouth. That seemed to please Leon as his anger was gone as soon as it came.

He looked out the window, possibly looking out for anything before checking how much ammo he had left.

“Where’s your gun?”

“Dunno. They took it maybe. My knife isn’t here either.”

“Okay. In an hour or two, we’ll head straight to where Ashley is. I’ll handle any heavy lifting.”

“The weather?”

“It should be clear soon. But if not, we may have to just go. They won’t stop their plans just because of the weather.”

Leon sat down on the bed as he contemplated about what to do. He never planned on having to worry about two people. This mission was going wrong at every turn. He hadn’t mentioned to Hunnigan about (Name) being here.

It wasn’t exactly a good time earlier and the quick call with her just a moment ago ended abruptly. It must’ve been done by the mole or the weather. But now he had no connections to anyone.

He was on his own.

“Leon… I’m sorry.”

(Name) felt himself flinch when the blonde glanced over at him. His face was unreadable. He didn’t say anything, as if waiting for (Name) to explain himself further.

“For coming. Here, y’know. It wasn’t smart. I wasn’t known for my brains anyway.”

“I’m not your daddy. You can explain yourself to him when you see him later,” Leon grinned. “Just rest for now. You’ll be moving nonstop later.”

(Name) watched as he walked away. He felt an odd sense of relief. Yeah, he would be seeing his ‘daddy’ later to explain himself. He wished he could get grounded again.

Maybe feel like a kid that he never got to be.

ꕤ

The plan to leave in an hour or two was swiftly forgotten when (Name)’s stitches came undone when he got up to use the restroom. He cried out in pain, leaning on the wall as Leon ran to him.

Now he was here, on the bed with his back facing Leon as he tried his best to redo the stitches. Whatever Ada had done was clearly done to just stop him from bleeding out. She hadn’t really taken the time to clean it out. The feeling of wet wipes on his back was not comfortable.

He continuously grunted in pain, wishing he hadn’t gotten this hurt. He just felt so weak. Leon was silent the entire time, stopping whenever (Name) let out a particularly painful cry.

It was better being unconscious when the stitches were done.

(Name) wasn’t sure if it was the blood lost, the drugs, or the touch of Leon’s hand on his back—he felt a sudden rush of blood in his penis. He hadn’t really ever been touched. Which is no shock.

Who would touch a veteran who had been groomed into acting out the worst traits of toxic masculinity. He had stopped two years ago but it still put a damper on any relationship he could’ve had.

Maybe that’s why the touch of Leon was making him act this way. Like a teenage boy who was getting touched by his crush. The hands moved around before lowering down a bit. It made (Name)’s whole body twitch.

Leon’s hand lingered on his lower back, gently rubbing the dip into his ass. The only skid I’m the room was (Name)’s heavy breathing as he tried to calm himself down.

“Leon…—”

A loud bang caught their attention as Leon maneuvered (Name) to hide in the closet. (Name) was sure Leon was about to close it but he was wrong as he joined him inside, closing it shut. Their bodies were pressed together, (Name) only reaching Leon’s shoulder.

He hesitantly rested his head on his shoulder, hoping Leon would be too focused on the intruder to care about him acting this way.

Unbeknownst to (Name), Leon was looking at him from the corner of his eye. He wrapped one arm around his waist, tugging him close. Using his free hand, he kept it on his gun, ready to shoot if anyone tried to open the closet door.

Leon tried to ignore (Name)’s growing erection. At least he wasn’t the only one having physical attraction to the other. He made sure his hand on (Name)’s waist didn’t dip any lower than it needed to be. Even if (Name)’s more… plump ass was right there to squeeze.

A shadow from the outside covered the crack in the closet. Leon was ready, hovering his finger over the trigger as the door was swung open. He aimed his gun at the person’s head only to realize it was Luis.

“Wow, hey! Don’t get all trigger happy on me, Leon!”

“What the…?”

“Oh, who’s this?”

(Name) felt tired. He simply sighed and felt himself fall asleep, tucked into Leon’s arms.

He’ll handle this new weirdo after his Power Nap.

“Uh, did he just fall asleep?”

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Changed some things… ended up with a full on plot 🤭 I got carried away lol hope I did Leon justice <3

Pt 2? Smut would happen next time. I tried to do it here but it just didn’t make sense right now—gotta go through another near death then you fuck, fanfic rules

Tag list: @the-ultimate-librarian @chill-guy-but-cooler @kiiyoooo @mello-life69 ( @dabisbratz bcs I know you love Leon)

#bottom male reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x male reader

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teddybeartoji · 2 months

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mickeyyyyy *smiles too wide* i would love to hear ur thoughts about snow leopard hybrid!gojo if ur up for it,,,the words themselves just itched something in my brain

MOSS<333333333 i love ur smile btw I AM KINDA NEW TO HYBRIDS OKAY BUT THIS ONE IS JUST SOOOOOOO MMMMMMM also wait here is the twt art that made me lose it (everybody say thank u logan we love u logan for showing it to me) AAAAAAAAAAA IT'S SOOO FUCKING GOOOOOD HE LOOKS SOSO PERFCECT it suits him so well my brain is all mushy already

geto locking him out bc he purred too loudly fuuuuuuuuckkkkkkk he's so cute i want him. like he'd be sooooo clingy right?????? always trying to settle down in your lap always trying to get you to pet him to scratch his ears and he ALWAYSSS PURRS SOOOO LOUDLYY although i would never lock him out sugu is weak for that smh... i think he'd kind of like it when you played with his tail too?? usually felines don't like that too much but since it's you - he loves that shit. he likes to twirl it around your arm and his eyes go so big whenever that makes you laugh GOOD GODDDDDDDD look this is a full on ramble i hope something makes sense too i'm sorry for that i just🥴🥴🥴

oh my god he probably waits for you by the door when you come home, biting down on his tail just like in the picture?????? i'm kinda torn between whether he'd be good while you're gone or would he act up bc i mean it's satoru. the ultimate brat. so maybe he does scratch the couch a little or something? to show how upset he is over you leaving him at home:(((( you can't stay mad either bc c'mon look at him:((((((((((((((((((((((( god i wanna pet him sm

he probably likes to take care of you in his own way too right? like groom you? is that the word? he'd want to lick you, clean you, make sure you're all relaxed and feeling good after a long day. he's such a good boy:(((( he loves you:((((((((

oh and obviously he's super fucking clingy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i mean that's canon for him anyway but now even more. he always wants to drape himself in your lap, his tail curling around you like i said before too. please scratch his ears please please please:((( when you're trying to cook he's glued to your side, nuzzling into your skin - whether it's into your neck or just your back, he just wants to be close to you:(((

he also likes to nip at your skin!!!! there have been a few times where he bites down just a tad bit too hard and it drew blood but it was an accident!!!! he never wants to hurt you he felt so bad after that:(( went at sat in the corner with his tail between his legs:(((((( but you of course forgive him and coax him back to you with some belly rubs

after that he learned how to be more gentle, though. so now he often just fakes biting you just to hear you laugh or playfully scold him. when he does sink his teeth in - maybe your arm or your thigh; he always keeps eye-contact.

when you're just lazing around - reading a book, playing a video game - he's always next to you. always. maybe every once in a while he decides to take a nap, belly up, paws kind of folded and oh, he looks adorable like that. he's just a big kitty okay. btw he's always touching you. clingyclingyclingy. even when he's sleeping, he has to be touching you in some way.

SUGGESTIVE! gets upset when you come home and you have other smells on you. especially other mens' smells. maybe your co-worker hugged you goodbye or something and now his cologne sticks to your skin and satoru can't have that. he's just immediately pawing at you - begging for your attention and when you grant him that, he's jumping on you, pushing you down and licking over whereever the stench is. after he deems you clean, he just rubs himself against you - his way of marking you. you don't know that though... you just think he really missed you...... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

can hybrids go into heat............................? LOOK I'M NEW HERE OKAY I NEED TO LEARN. if they do.............. if he does............ oh boy... you need to get something to surpress those bc he will lose it. he's humping your bed, he's humping your pillow, he's sniffing your clothes. your underwear. sometimes he's pawing at your dresser, looking for more clothes but mostly his target is the dirty laundry basket....................................... everything goes when you're out....... he's gonna make a big big mess..............................................🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴 ok i think i need to stop myself here otherwise i'll really lose it........................

moss i need to hear your thoughts on this. NEEEED TO HEAR THEM. DESPERATELY NEED TO. if u know about hybrids u can teach me. i'm..... in it now......................... heheheheheh this was so fun i'm sorry it took a min love but yeah i can't wait to hear your ideas aaaaaaaaaa I LOVE YOIUUUU I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD DAY MY BELOVED<3333

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #SNOW LEOPARD!GOJO LIVES IN MY HEADDDDDDDDDDD #HE'S CRAZY #HE'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE #I NEED TO PET HIM I NEED TO SCRATCH HIS EARS I NEED TO PLAY WITH HIS TAIL #RUB HIS TUMMY??????????????????????#yeah he's gonna make me spiral #moss thank u for indulging me on this hehehhehehehe #love u #moss <3 #friends!!#angel boy #mickey can't stop thinking #gojo headcanons #gojo satoru #snow leopard!gojo

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 14 days

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I Hate Baking, But You Love Bread

Nanami Kento x Reader

(Song Inspiration: Still Into You by Paramore)

You hummed to the music happily as you kneaded the bread. You heard the door unlock and Gojo happily walked inside.

“Big brother has arrived!” Gojo exclaimed happily. He laughed when he saw flour all over the counter, arms, apron, and face. “What the hell?” You gave him a look of annoyance.

“Shut up,” you said.

“But you’re a legit mess,” Gojo said in between chuckles. “Aww man! I’m not gonna let you live it down.” Gojo started to take pictures on his phone that made you cover your face with some embarrassment.

“That’s fine,” you said, bottom lip jutted out into a pout. “At least Kento-kun will appreciate my nonexistent baking skills.”

“I knew you had a reason. How long have you two been together anyway?”

“Ten years. Eleven in two months,” you answered as you focused on kneading the dough.

“And you’re just baking bread?”

“He has recently developed a new obsession with bread. So I wanted to surprise him,” you said happily.

“But you hate baking.”

“But I also love Kento,” you said proudly. Gojo chuckled and ruffled your hair.

“How’s it like?” Gojo asked curiously when he took a seat at the island counter where you were kneading the bread. “How is it like to be with someone for that long? How do you know that you still love him?” You smiled.

“Kento-kun has never changed his chivalrous ways,” you said. “He makes sure that I don't get too worried when he's on missions. That was one of our bad fights before and he puts in so much effort on it. Kento-kun stays consistent and that is something that I love so much about him.” You separated and placed the dough in a baguette pan. You put it in the oven and started the timer.

“Does he still gives you butterflies?” You nodded happily, your cheeks turning a light pink color.

“Do you two still argue?”

“You know that we do. I call you when we do.” Gojo chuckled.

“Very true. When is lover boy coming back from his mission anyway?” On cue, the door opened and the two of you stared at the front door.

“Gojo-san, what are you doing here?” Nanami asked once he entered inside.

“Kento-kun!!” you exclaimed happily and ran over to hug him. Nanami lightly laughed and hugged you.

“You’re covered in flour,” he said surprisingly. He chuckled as he wiped the flour away from your cheeks. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” You blushed. Your heart raced and the butterflies were fluttering around. Nanami softly kissed your lips before placing his hand on the small of your back and headed inside the kitchen.

“Yo, Nanamin,” Gojo greeted. Nanami nodded in response. “I see that my baby sister is in great care. How’s the mission?”

“Takuma-kun is improving,” Nanami said. “The mission was a success.” Nanami looked around the kitchen. Flour everywhere with bowls, measuring spoons, and measuring cups piled over the sink.

“I thought you hate baking, sweetheart,” Nanami said. You blushed.

“Well, you’ve been into bread lately. And I wanted to surprise you with homemade baguettes,” you answered cutely. Nanami chuckled. He kissed the top of your head.

“It smells really good, sweetheart,” he said. “How about you wash up and I’ll clean the kitchen. I can keep an eye on the bread.”

“No, no, no! You just came back and—“ Nanami kissed your lips. When he pulled away, he turned your body around so you were facing the direction to the bedroom.

“Go, sweetheart,” he said and lightly smacked your butt. Gojo laughed at the interaction while you walked away flustered. Nanami rolled his sleeves up before heading to the sink to clean up.

“Sooooooo,” Gojo started.

“Are you here to annoy me?” Nanami asked.

“Sort of. So, how is it like being with my sister for this long? How do you know that you still love her or she loves you?” Nanami raised an eyebrow at Gojo.

“She baked bread and she hates baking,” Nanami said. “That says a lot already.” Gojo sighed, knowing that he’s not going to get more of a response from Nanami. He stood up and patted Nanami’s shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“I was going to meet my students for dinner. Tell my sister that I’ll call her tomorrow,” he said before leaving. Nanami shook his head at your brother. By the time you returned back to the kitchen, Nanami had already cleaned it spotless. Your eyes widened.

“You’re fast,” you said. “Satoru left?” Nanami nodded.

“He’ll call you tomorrow,” he notified, leaving you to nod in reply. You walked over to the bread and smiled proudly. Nanami smiled and walked over to you. He hugged you from behind, his face resting in the crook of you neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you said and caressed his hair. “Kento-kun, what makes you still love me? Do I still—Do you still—what I’m trying to ask is—“ Nanami squeezed you tightly before letting go and dragging you to the couch. He sat you on his lap and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You baked bread for me when I know you loathe baking,” Nanami said with a soft smile. “It taste good by the way. But I don’t just love you for that.” Nanami curled a strand of your hair behind your ear. His hand cupped the same side of your face. “I love coming home to you. You make my worries melt away, especially when I hear you singing in the background while you make dinner. You remind me how amazing of a sorcerer I am. You’re a sweetheart who always looks out for others. You haven’t changed a bit except for how confident you became over the years.”

“I think I can thank my nursing profession,” you said happily. Nanami smiled.

“You support me no matter what. If anything, my love for you keeps getting stronger.” You kissed him deeply. “What about you?”

“You’re consistent and I love that about you,” you said. “You’re patient and take care of me even when you don’t have to. No one gets me like you do, Kento-kun. You mean everything to me.” Nanami kissed you back in response.

“Even when I haven’t proposed yet?” You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder.

“Even then,” you said. “However I’m still waiting for that ring.”

“I know, sweetheart. Soon, I promise.”

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xoxo-greed · 8 months

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Sooooooo my little filthy self would love to ask you if you could write about Jack eating his partner out? I mean: why having breaking when he can devour le (delusional) us

an: holy shit anon(s) yall give me the best things to write about jejejeje ‼️ Anyways, I tried to get this done quickly, so sorry if its a lil late!! enjoy guys

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Jack is one hungry guy, by that of course, is that he eats at-least two trays of the school breakfast. You always look at him with surprise, joking at his big appetite, although he always responds with the same thing when around you.

“I’m craving something different.”

He always says, letting you in suspense every. Single. Time. Lately though, he’s been eating more than before, he seems to be himself distancing too, you look at him, and for some reason, he always seems hot and bothered. His tail wagging like crazy, and ears slightly twitching with excitement. You wondered, “Why is he acting up like this?”

For some reason, you regretted and also enjoyed the fact how you found out.

A few days later, you were cleaning the History classroom, since the guys in your class are absolute animals and don’t know how to pick up for themselves, just to hear a door open and close, and your gaze meet with a confused Jack starring into your eyes. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asks, approaching you quietly, you smile. “Picking up after some classmates, is all.” You responds, bending down to get a few papers under the chairs.

You gave him the perfect chance.

Your stomach hit the flat area of the chair, normally where you sit upon, not lay, a flustered Jack behind you, and all you can feel against your uniform pants is a rock hard feeling. This can’t be happening.

“Stay there, okay?.. Just,- Quiet. Stay quiet.” Jack says with the utmost delicateness, but somehow still in a stern way. You couldn’t speak, only watched as the moans now tight in your neck trying to come out at the grinding Jack’s hips were situating against your now wet clit. You wouldn’t dare to speak, finally matching the pieces on why he was so hot and bothered, always leaving you behind, you were the only girl at NRC.

“Can’t handle one horny dog, seriously?” Jack tells you, broken up moans coming out of your throat, again, you wouldn’t dare speak.

Panties ruined, on the floor, and a beast-man on his knees, licking your slit with the utmost passion. “Jack-.. Jack!” You scream out, your hand covering your mouth to stop more sound from coming out. “What part of stay quiet don’t you understand?” He says, only squelching and lewd noises leaving your body, a tight little knot tied up in your stomach, and his tongue that keeps it tied up as he sucks on your clit, giving it a long lap, with that tongue of his. You can feel it, so hot, so fucking hot down there, getting the relief it needed with cold, wet saliva. You felt dirty, filthy even, but you don’t have the concept to stop him, all basic knowledge left your head when you felt his finger get wrapped by your gummy walls, nail markings on your thighs.

After a while of him working that climax up, your puffed clit tired from the feeling of such good pleasure surrounding the area, you let go, and Jack, admiring the way that white liquid is licked off by his tongue, letting it drip down his mouth.

“We should do this again soon.” He tells you.

AN: THANK YOU SM FOR READING! Remember, requests are still open!!! Ask for anything!! You’ll get it :3

#Twst wonderland #Jack Howl #Twisted Wonderland #Savanaclaw smut #smut #Jack Howl x Reader #Smut

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jhuzen · 1 year

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Hey hey heyyy! new fave author that's you! i'm not really sure if you're taking requests but the ask box is open but you can just delete this if you arent :")

sooooooo bear with me but i need to heal with your angst fic. you write so well and i think you can pull this off because idk if its just me but sometimes the reader is giving off dom vibes. so again if you're comfortable may i pls request for a reader that just makes our tall genshin men feel smol? that's all pls and thank you <3

the shivers [gn/m.reader]

big-brained anon. i will call you primordial anon for being the first one! i was just about to finish the inazuma ver. of workload and i’m vvvv happy that i got this! yes, i will take requests, but i have yet to make some rules, but trust me this one, i can definitely do and hopefully do some justice. i’m not sure which tall genshin men you wanted, so i played it safe and called upon all of the playable tall men ;-; i hope whoever you’re looking for is in here. gn/m reader as always (also it’s cute that you think the reader radiates dom energy wwwww)

dark and suggestive content so please be warned ehe. dom reader with tall playable men ft. diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, ayato, thoma, itto, and alhaitham. also pls excuse my manners on alhaitham’s, yours truly lost the 50/50 and i am taking it out on him 😔

Alhaitham

Agony. Pure agony gnawed somewhere within Alhaitham’s unbelievably still human heart. It throbbed with want and ached for your attention, but you simply weren’t a mind reader (or maybe you were, but somehow magically, you suddenly couldn’t read his pain at the moment). His eyes narrowed as you conversed with the juniors that sought you out from left to right — you were an alumni in Akademiya of course, a popular one at that and as the professors sang your praises, the scholars couldn’t help but take chance.

You were far more approachable than the current scribe after all. It’s only logical that the students would flock you and that alone could barely get a rise out of him. However, this one calls for a special circumstance — an outlier, if you will.

And as his gaze burned at the sight, he still couldn’t fathom how you couldn’t feel his silent wanting, he’d even dare as to say he was brooding at this point, deprived of your attention that you often promised he has.

All because of a previous classmate of yours.

You felt it alright, the uncomfortable heavy feeling at the back of your head. And you’re wont to the realization that it may have been your dearly beloved Alhaitham, him and his impatience growing by the second. And you could feel the exasperation that brewed inside him, boiling like a dormant magma suddenly growing active, but there was a little devil on your shoulder, urging you to be a little bit more mean to him, and continued to talk to Tighnari.

Your companion wasn’t any dumber, in fact, he was the first one to feel the heated stare directed in your direction. And while he expressed his adamance in leaving to cease the Akademiya lunatic’s jealousy, the knowing mirth in your eyes asked him to stay a little longer. To aid you in your little game.

“You ought to pay attention to him,” the forest ranger laughed a little, feeling the tiniest bit of pity towards the infamous coolheaded scribe, now left at your mercy. Tighnari, being one of your best mates in your years in Akademiya also had to succumb into your ruthlessness. Truly, you and Alhaitham were a match made in abyss for putting up with each other’s antics. “I could already feel my spine crawling with dread.”

“Indulge me with just a few more minutes, my good friend. I did truly miss you after all — what with my work often moving and you barely coming in the city when I am home,” you laughed a little and Tighnari only shot you a disapproving look at your stalling.

“Come and visit then. If I remember right, you promised Collei some trinkets from your trip in Mondstadt.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved at Tighnari as the hybrid finally left your clutches with an equally mediocre enthusiasm. And finally, you spun on your heel, excusing yourself for awhile from the scholars who were most likely hoping to hold an audience with you.

You walked back to the secluded area, far from the prying eyes (though you didn’t mind if there were onlookers, a little humiliation is always fun). Alhaitham’s eyes were trained back on the book, though you figured his attention was miles away from the texts and still is fixated on your presence.

Sliding the books out of Alhaitham’s way, you finally sat on the table and gently grabbed his chin, a soft gaze from you was all it took for the man to melt. He subtly leaned into your touch and you relished in the fact as he breathed in the scent of cologne that you would always dab on your wrist, inhaling your scent like a drug, “You needn’t be so jealous, love. I’m always here and I could never betray your trust. To simply do so would be the death of me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? Is that so? I must be projecting then. Perhaps because of that one little girl that thought you were up for grabs.” Your words had Alhaitham immediately stiffening under your touch as he finally abandoned the book, hands grabbing onto your thighs so tightly — a silent apology that he somehow forgot.

But you yearned for a verbal apology, you wanted to hear the remorse in his voice even if you had to pull it out of him in sobs and soft moans. Alas, you were much too impatient as your hand on his chin shifted, now grasping his cheeks and squishing them together.

Through his forced puckered lips, he mumbled out a muffled apology, “M’s’rry…”

A laugh tore away from your throat, “I know you are.” You leaned down, pressing a kiss to those soft lips of his before dauntingly sticking out your tongue and giving a rather carnal lick afterwards, effectively wetting his lips.

Your vice grip in his cheeks was nothing against his quiet whimper of plea as you devoured his still puckered lips with your fervent licks and mildly aggressive nips, uncaring whether or not the skin of his lips broke and bled. And even then, Alhaitham was sure you absolutely enjoyed the taste of the metallic iron as long as it was his. And nothing could get him going more knowing that despite the toying you did with him, the way you seemed mean at times and absolutely refused to acknowledge him, you were wrapped around his finger.

A soft groan left your lips when he squeezed your thighs with much force — and while that could have been a cue for something else entirely, you had enough awareness not to take him there and then and opted to pull away with a conniving grin.

Quiet pants left Alhaitham’s lightly swollen lips, completely red and absolutely drenched in your saliva. You only gave him one more smile before reaching out to wipe away the drooling mess you’ve made on your beloved scribe.

“Thank you for that quick snack break. I ought to entertain more research questions. The Amurta scholars these days are so jovial! It gets my heart pumping to see their cute eager faces. I’ll see you later, love.”

And this time, Alhaitham let you go with little to no protest, feeling that he himself was also fulfilled for the moment.

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Ayato

Impatience flooded through Ayato’s system as he continued to keep up the facade in front of the other commissioners. He was far from an exquisite mood as he continued to listen to the ludicrous suggestions of his fellow politicians. He has seen children pitch better ideas on how to catch a tanuki when he walked the streets of Inazuma City with you a couple of days before.

And speaking of which, you were the love hidden behind closed doors. The darling jewel of the Kamisato clan — a nobleman from the faraway lands of your proud nation. Only Celestia knows how such an important figure such as yourself ended up in the doorstep of the Kamisato household. But only his sister and trusted keeper would know how a prolific man such as Ayato end up in your strong and caring arms.

The thought of you suddenly had Ayato feeling weak in the knees, doing who knows what — and he dreaded to see you lonely, and in desperate need of company. Ayaka was often out and about, handling the surface affairs, and Thoma was much too busy with the upkeep of the teashop when he’s not in duty as a housekeeper and your companion. He dreaded the thought of you emerging from the household and suddenly being seen by the rest without his approval — his secret love.

He bore through the absolutely god-awful meeting with the mere thought of you keeping him sane through this absolutely maddening (important) boredom.

While Ayato was preoccupied with unrestrained concern for your wellbeing, you weren’t all too bothered with being left in the deafening silence of the Kamisato household; as a matter of fact, you reveled in the tranquility your beloved’s home have offered you. You took care of everything like a good spouse, taking off some labor from Thoma and even learned a few hobbies you can teach Ayaka.

You were much too independent to be helpless. You liked to move and surprise people with the extent of your prowess. It was enticing to see their surprised reactions, throwing people off guard was a pastime you could never hope to give up.

Perhaps it was why you loved Ayato all the more. His reaction could never be beaten by any other person. Especially when it dawned on him that he too can be outsmarted and overpowered, to be underneath someone and to feel what it’s like to relinquish control. Not politically though, you could never take that from him. Otherwise, he’s all in your hands.

And none was all different when Ayato finally arrived home, a breathtaking yet cheeky smile plastered on his flawless face. His voice reverberated through the house as he entered, laced with eagerness as he stepped on the tatami floors as he made his way to where you are. And unsurprisingly, you were by the engawa, indulging the serenity of the place.

“Welcome home, lovely,” your voice already had him growing weak, almost missing a step as he sat behind you, arms already lacing around your sturdy shoulders. He inhaled your scent fresh and sweet, only fueling his intoxication. “How was work?”

“Long and tiring. I abhorred the time wasted not being with you,” you could feel Ayato‘s pout against the nape of your neck and laughed. You indulged him and his nuzzling against your skin, letting him go through all kinds of euphoria. You licked up every single attention he gave you and Ayato was no different as he continued to take advantage of what little control he has in this moment.

“It’s not all so bad. It‘s not like I’m going anywhere.” Your words quickly reeled Ayato in as desperation seeped through his veins — a desperation for you to make good on your promise and to never, ever break it. Hah. Like you were even foolish enough to do so. “I should hope that I can hold you on the same promise?”

Your tone made it out a suggestion but Ayato shivered at the thinly veiled threat — knowing that he can’t escape your grasp ever. That he’s shackled so lovingly within you; a promise of raw love that only you and him can enjoy and no one else. Of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He submitted into your touch as you turned around and swiftly pulled him into your lap.

“Absolutely ravishing,” Ayato’s breath hitched at your compliment. He’s heard people sing their praise to him in a hundred words, but all you had to do was speak and he’s already so, so weak, completely under your mercy. His hands made its way to your shoulders to gain some grounding, a footing in this world with all the haze your words injected into his mind.

Ayato’s smile was lazy, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in to steal a kiss you’ve been cruelly depriving him of since his arrival, and you were quick to reciprocate. He almost fell out of your lap when your hands gripped his hips tightly, oh so possessively, and he could only imagine the marks you’d leave if he wasn’t wearing his layered uniform at work.

Pulling away from the kiss, he left one more peck, “You’re doing my head in, y’know? Take some responsibility.”

You wouldn’t have been Ayato’s beloved if you did otherwise.

The wooden floorboards creaked as you shifted, rocking forward further with a hand on the back of Ayato’s head as you laid him down. Ayato had to stifle a quiet whine as your lips found themselves attached on his chin, considering that his clothes left so little room for an opening in his neck. He quivered as your lips moved further up, just on the side of his bottom lip where his beauty mark was. Archons, he’s never felt so defenseless as he did with you.

Alas, you were a tease and soon left him alone as you sat up, his legs immediately wrapping around your waist to pull you back in as he flashed you a sly grin, “What say we bless the stars tonight with a show?”

You scoffed with a smile, “No, thank you. I’d get jealous.”

The Yashiro commissioner was purring in delight.

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Diluc

Reluctance was a feeling that Diluc should have expected and prepared for, only for him to do the exact opposite of it. Instead, he was blindsided and only has himself to blame. Though, quite frankly, he’d rather have you take responsibility instead.

He was never one for conversations and actively avoided them as much as possible unless it was a talk about business. Diluc could never find himself engage into a mindless chatter, and often kept to himself. Though, granted he has the traveler to thank for keeping him company and prying him open at times, but other than that, his interactions with people are limited to the staff of his winery and the tavern, sometimes with Kaeya, and on certain nights when he’s bartending, he’d make the effort to speak to kick out a drunkard bard out of the tavern.

All of that however boiled down into nothing in comparison to the hurricane that was you. None of his experiences (if one could even call it that) could have prepared him for the situations that you would put him in. They were so unbearable, and often times it leaves him completely exasperated at your antics.

But even so, he’s willing to bear it all if it meant he could be with you. Diluc would go through the most compromising positions you would put him in if it meant he could gain even an inkling of approval from you. And it may just be his brain trying to comfort him, but he does feel significantly more lax in the company of others ever since you became a part of his peaceful life.

All of a sudden, he’s holding up better in mundane talks and people noticed. The patrons of his tavern were all flabbergasted to see that the air around Diluc has cleared and that it doesn’t feel like a chore to him to even talk to them. Even the traveler and their emergency food noticed that there was a different feel to Diluc upon their return to Mondstadt to fulfill some commissions. Adelinde could not be any prouder for her master as he indulged those small talks.

If only she knew why.

Case in point — Diluc has gotten better in socializing because of you. Only because anything seems far easier than being subjected into your shameless cruelty.

A quiet wail left the Darknight hero’s quivering lips as his back collided against the walls of your shared bedroom. The hurricane that ruthlessly terrorized his otherwise peaceful and dull life was you — relentless and absolutely merciless. All logic from his mind slowly went down the drain as you ruthlessly devoured him, like a lion forced into fasting feeding on a gazelle; you went in for the kill.

Your lips left no room in his neck as you enjoyed your feast. Much like that ridiculously gruesome analogy, you were just as deprived, forced into being a good partner for your beloved Diluc as he went on with a week filled with nothing but conducting business for the winery as well as doing his duties as the protector of Mondstadt while its occupants fall into a collective slumber.

Not like you were any better though — you were also just as busy, collecting research samples for your investigative partner, Albedo. And all of that resulted into missed quality times, as you were often away before Diluc could wake up and you were already asleep before he could come home. It was ridiculous.

But freedom was a theme that Mondstadt upheld and suddenly, there was free time. A sliver of chance where Diluc came home earlier and you went home a little later, only crossing paths on the way to the winery. And all that eventually led to your ferocious and undeterred expression of love.

Diluc could already see the glimmering stars as he tilted his head up to leave more room in his neck, eyes screwed shut to keep his mind off of the embarrassing position he’s in — held up against the wall by you, barely supported by anything but the wall behind him and your hands that gripped on his thighs when you lifted his legs up.

“Have you any idea how much I’ve longed for a chance to even breathe you in?” Your harmless growl against the skin of his neck was enough to send him into a spiral of embarrassment and pride. He never had much chance to feel someone’s incredible want for him until the day you came along and Diluc soon found that this was a feeling he could never let go of.

Alas, your question, rhetoric or not, was left unanswered when all of the experience he’s had in conversing with others left his pretty little mind. Just the feeling of your possessive hands grip onto his skin so tightly had him forgetting the every alphabet in Teyvat’s language. Short ragged breathing left Diluc’s lips and he finally opened his eyes when he felt you pull away, granting his neck to see the light.

Vicious and angry marks are bound to decorate his skin by the looks of it and he was no better than you — completely drowned in excitement and thrill.

You could see the wanton need in his eyes, now completely glossed over with a haze that looks all too familiar, you could even say that the feeling’s an old friend of yours — what with you being completely insatiable. That is until Diluc came into your peripherals and suddenly you had the urge to drag him where you are; and ever the pliant gentleman this man is, he quickly caved, only to realize just how ruthless you are.

Even so, it’s not completely unwelcome. Diluc’s mind muses as you dove back in, this time with an urge to leave him breathless for a much different reason.

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Itto

Excitement was not so much of a stranger in the company of Itto. He was always so exuberant, even to the point of it placing him in trouble under the Tenryou commission. And while the gang cheered him on (other than the reliable and trustworthy Shinobu), it still is, at the end of the day, nothing but trouble.

However, beyond that, the only thing that Itto could get consumed in excitement without getting in trouble are his ramblings about you. To say that he was your biggest fan would be an understatement, and just when people have started to think that no one could be prouder of Arataki Itto than himself, the moment your name leaves his mouth, no one else is escaping the plethora of praises he has for you.

You were his pride and joy and to be able to have you as his was nothing short of a miracle — well, not so much, considering that surely no one can resist Itto’s irresistible charms. And as he boasted about you and how you were all over him, people can only accept the fate they subjected themselves into. The usual victims of his rambling could just as easily ace a test that was all about you. People knew of the things you favored and the ones that didn’t, the things that can get you to stop doing what you are doing just to indulge yourself.

And you let them. You figured there was no harm done in Itto blabbing away who you are. Really, people knew you but you rarely ever showed yourself around them, being one of the work types in contrast to your partner’s easy going life. And besides, it was nothing short of amusing to see people’s faces when they finally catch a glimpse of the Itto’s priceless jewel that is you and you’d often hear people comment offhandedly about Itto’s words not even doing you justice.

You enjoyed those moments — the praises that you hear from left to right were welcomed with a captivating and grateful smile from yours.

But all that pales in comparison to the feeling you get when you praise your beloved, watching him completely fall apart in your arms as your honeyed whispers filled with promises of love and sin get him going.

“And then I managed to pick the biggest onikabuto! And when I got to duel I almost won!” Itto faltered a little as the realization dawned on him that it was yet another loss in his books. Fortunately, he quickly recovered, “N-Not that I didn’t lose because I suck! I let those kids have a taste of victory!”

“Hoh? Like before?” You entertained Itto’s whims as you continued to cut slices into the apples that his gang had managed to procure on their adventuring in the outskirts of Inazuma. “How generous. I could only hope to see the glee in those children’s eyes.”

Itto jumped up from his seat and headed over to you, arms snaking around your hips with his chin resting on your shoulder. You picked up a slice and fed it to the oni, who so gladly obliged your little act of service. In any case, someone could mistake the dynamics of your relationship with someone if they were to see just how docile you are and how well-behaved Itto seems to be.

But much like your job, you liked to work behind closed doors and you were far more appreciative with your own work when it’s only seen by your own eyes.

You swiftly turned around, still encased with Itto’s strong arms with an apple in hand. But such an innocent gesture can only be deciphered as deceiving, especially with the way your eyes glinted. It was dangerous and sharp, on the prowl like a hungry predator, and in this case, Itto was always subjected into the role of a prey. Still, with Itto’s lack of awareness, he can only give you a beaming smile, so filled with sweet innocence and… stupidity. Something you can appreciate more as this man’s sole corruptor.

“Just hearing you being such a nice oni to those children…” your voice shifted and even with Itto’s constant naïveté, he can hear the seductive danger behind your words. “You must’ve been a very good boy, huh?”

He quickly perked up, unable to resist your words. He almost felt his knees buckle — and he would’ve given out had you not been holding him up well. Wait, since when were you the one in charge? He was the one who had a grip on you earlier.

Without even so much of an effort, you spun him around, now the one trapped between the kitchen counter and your body. It must’ve been the Inazuman summer heat that suddenly set him ablaze — you flashed him a small smile that he could never recover from, so approving yet so domineering; all Itto could think about now is how he can draw out more praises from your sweet lips.

Lucky for him, you feeling relatively charitable that day. You brought up the apple slice against his lips, prying them open and watched with amusement as he opened his mouth willingly, obedient and pliant, like a dog. You leaned in, attaching your lips to the apple halfway through his bite and gazed at him, sultry and still so collected. Itto could only swallow dryly at the proximity and— oh, since when did you have such a vice grip on his bare waist?

Itto could feel himself squirm a little and look away, and you followed, not even letting him get a breathing room. You nudged the apple slice into his mouth still with that small smile that hid a lot of harmless malice, taking delight in the oni’s sudden subservience.

“What a good oni you are,” you repeated and Itto could do nothing but absorb every praise you’d give. “My good boy.”

He’s been such a good boy, right? Rarely any jail time for him. Surely you can reward him with something more palpable?

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Kaeya

Remorse was something Kaeya thought he would feel the moment he kisses his bachelor life goodbye. Admittedly, the situation with getting in a relationship with was a very rocky path he took on. It was a mess and even Kaeya could not smooth talk his way out of that kind of argument. It was an unhealthy push and pull, he wanted you so bad was much too terrified. He has other commitments and he has a mission to carry on his back.

But ever the benevolent person you are, you managed to put up with the highs and the lows of the infamous cavalry captain, letting him off to disappear for days only to come back in your arms, looking like a kicked puppy. Somehow you knew that even with his emotional availability, his constant flirting with others, you knew that even without the promise of his commitment, he would always, always come back to you.

And each time, you would receive him happily in your arms.

The moment that finally, Kaeya was somehow able to comfort or gaslight himself into thinking that a commitment to the real thing was miles better than him having to spend time with strangers, pretending that it was you underneath him. And boy was it a treat.

What Kaeya thought would be something he would entirely regret, turned into something far better (or worse) for him. You were the epitome of the alcohol he would spend mora on, the intoxicating heat that gets him all too feverish. You kept up with him like you did back when he would push and pull against you. His teasings quickly shut down by your quick mouth and sharp wit.

But he didn’t expect the way you were instantly able to subvert his expectations the night he decided to finally bed you. You took him with the dominance that he was sure rifthounds would cower from and he had to risk a day of being late in his position for the very first time in his otherwise clean career.

Within the few months, you’ve managed to embed yourself into his life like a poison, further dragging him down into something he can only see getting close to what seems to be an obsession. He was, by all means, addicted to your touch, the way you leave him breathless, and the way that absolutely no one knows the things you can do behind that innocent smile. Because you were a homemaker, the kind of person parents would recommend their sons and daughters to get married to.

It really was always the quiet ones.

However, you did not come without any risk. Kaeya was an important figure in Mondstadt, and more or less, he worried about your safety. Though it was not the usual safety issues that he has to deal with. Homemaker or not, he knew you can hold on your own with your vision. Though it was more on the fact that he had to keep the relationship a secret that you were in danger — as far as everyone was concerned, you were not taken.

And people sure did show their interest the moment you headed out to the tavern. He was supposed to have a quiet drink with you and enjoy your presence outside your lovely home for once.

“Oh, you absolute charmer!” One of the women by your side laughed loudly. She gave you a playful shove, and as someone who has been the one to receive and give such a tactic, Kaeya already knew her intentions with you. “It’s honestly a miracle of sorts that you’re still unwed!”

Kaeya had to intervene before any of the you-deprived people made a move. He entered the space and everyone parted out of respect. You only gave him a beaming smile that left him invigorated, “Ah! Captain Kaeya! What an honor!”

“Hoho~ the fabled Mondstadt’s homemaker heading out for drinks? How fascinating. Care to have a drink with me? I have much to ask of you.” It was a silent plea behind his words, and you weren’t always so mean to him hence your obedience, letting him lead you up into the far less populated second floor.

“Have you learned that there’s a way to see how well someone can kiss?” You were quick to bring up and Kaeya just had to know. He pulled you in by the waist, knowing that he’s safe from the prying eyes (and even if there were, he wouldn’t mind them seeing).

“Oh is that so? Pray tell what that might be, hm?”

“Apparently if you can tie a cherry step into a knot, it means that you’re an expert at it! And,” you paused, a hand digging into your pocket as you showed Kaeya what seems to be knotted stem, “Looks like I passed the test?”

Kaeya and his teasing nature couldn’t help but prod further, “Hoh? But shouldn’t I be the judge of that? Not some stem. Matter of fact, did you just do that to prove yourself… or to impress others?”

A mischievous mirth lit up in your eyes that usually gleamed of innocence and Kaeya was over the moon at hitting the jackpot. You wasted no second as you bent down, one knee already pressing up against his lower region and he had to stifle a quiet groan at the sensation. Truly, the grip you had in him was absolutely maddening.

With a grin, you tilted his head up, adoring the way his eye closed in anticipation. And to his surprise, he could only feel something rub up against his closed eye, as you gave it a generous lick, like a dog oh so happy to see his owner. But Kaeya had to wonder… just who was the owner in this relationship… surely even with the way you’re acting you would know…

You gave him a peck on the lips and Kaeya almost lost it when he could smell his favorite wine on you, “I may have to control myself for now, dearest. While it thrills me so, I believe you have a reputation to uphold.”

Kaeya could care less now, with eyes clouded with lust, he could only tug into your trousers with a lazy smirk, “Are you certain about that?”

The look in your hungry eyes said no.

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Tartaglia

Cruel — other than his loving family back in Snezhnaya, that was what people would initially regard him as if they were to know of his status as the eleventh harbinger of the Fatui. Should people look past his boyish charms and friendly smile, they would’ve known how utterly devious Childe could be. And that was something he took pride on, he loved the fear he instilled in his enemies and his time down in abyss only further exacerbated the carnal urge to come out on top.

He has his reasons though — considering that he was the youngest among the lineup of the Tsarita’s harbingers. He has to prove his spot, and if being merciless was the way to go through it all, then he would gladly do so with little to no complaints.

Alas, he was a competitive fellow too. Almost everything is a challenge to him; one he would take on with gusto and flawlessness; essentially what his trademark is meant to be. But even he was sure that he could not compare to the likes of you.

Especially in cruelty.

His very endeared partner, you, hailing from nowhere, you suddenly became a sought after figure under the Cryo Archon’s kingdom. Admiration could not even come close to Childe’s feelings whenever you would grant him a few seconds of your time to show up. But now that he has you as his beloved sweetheart, none could pry him away from you. And admittedly, he even became far more hesitant in heeding the Tsarita’s orders should he be parted from you on missions.

He says you’re his sweetheart, but even Childe knows better. It was you who turned him into a subservient sweetheart, pliant and soft under your mean gaze, almost begging to be around you for even just one second. And you were sure that he’d have gone mad in ecstasy if you starved him with only your blood to offer for his sustenance. Hence the ecstatic look on your beloved harbinger was nothing short of adorable when the Tsarita had let you accompany him to Liyue.

However, your cruelty knows no bounds; and Childe learned that the hard way.

Or perhaps, he was still learning as he watched you completely ignore him since your arrival in Liyue, opting to dote on his subordinates instead, which greatly infuriated him beyond reason. You promised! You promised that only he could have your attention within your stay, and that you would make up for the time he headed back home only to hear that you were in Fontaine, holding an audience with the Chief Justice of the nation. But you weren’t making good on it in the slightest bit.

If only he knew that your cruelty was a process to be had. That your cruelty in itself was a form of sickening kindness, a way for him to need you more, to realize that he can’t have it any better after you… not like there was ever a need to convince him anyway.

And as the night finally fell, a moody Childe faced you as soon as you returned home from your little outing with the Liyue Qixing (whom you’ve made a promise to have a deal with in the near future). There was a cute pout in his lovely face and you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh in amusement, watching his normally blank eyes emit such ferocious jealousy.

“Careful dear, any more of that and you’ll be having wrinkles.” Your laugh was quick to pull him out of his brooding, finding it hard to stay mad now that finally, you were talking to him.

Childe felt like a child deprived of any form of love as he made a mad dash towards you who barely left the doorway and engulfed you in a hug, tight and absolutely refused to let go. If he were only more aware, he would’ve seen the pleased devious smile on your face before prying him away from you, resorting into a disapproving frown from your partner.

“You owe me this much, y’know? You—” Not even before he could make his proper argument, Childe already found himself getting pulled back in, a grip around his waist with one arm while the other caressed his cheek.

“I owe you?” Your mirthless laugh sends shivers down his spine and as your gloved hands linger down from his cheek down to the skin of his neck, Childe could only whimper in a poorly concealed excitement. “Dear, I owe you absolutely nothing.” You spat and the harbinger took it with open arms.

He was quick to be reduced into a speechless man as your eyes switched from something loving to something far more dangerous and addicting. Childe could feel himself stiffen in anticipation as your fingers lingered around his neck, tracing his Adam’s apple with a thinly veiled threat.

“I owe you nothing, you lowly harbinger. In fact, I’d like to raise a complaint, yes?” His throat bobbed at your cruel look. “The one night we spent on the ship, it was in rather poor taste. Matter of fact, I despised it. You performed so poorly, I had to finish myself off with someone else.”

It was a lie you both knew, but the thought of you with someone else already had Childe gripping against the lapels of your suit, in complete desperation to prove himself once more. “N-No, wait, I can…”

Your sneer was thrilling as it was arousing for Childe, and the mere thought that this would be the determinant of his life with you that was hanging by a thread was enough to get him going. Childe wasted no time to press up against you, in need to do better than his less than stellar performance.

Your lips ghosted over his trembling ones with a smirk. You absolutely loved your little harbinger.

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Thoma

Guilt flooded through Thoma’s heart as set his course on breaking another poor hopeful maiden’s heart. By all means, Thoma may be unassuming, but it was something already disproven by the many confessions he would receive on the daily. He was Inazuma’s fixer, and was quite popular around neighborhood, not only as the trusted keeper of the renonwed Kamisato siblings, but also as the reliable man that anyone could go to.

And who was anyone to argue? He really did know how to aid people, so much so that the prettiest maidens ought to take him for themselves, finding his abilities endearing, and that while he was no Kamisato, he still is one of the most attractive men in the nation. Often times he does find himself to be the butt of teasing from Ayato and the pitiful smiles that Ayaka would give him.

While one would think it shouldn’t even be that big of a deal, it was more of the fact that there was an existing reason for all of this turmoil. And that just happened to be his dearly beloved fiancé, you. Alas, Thoma never had the guts to tell most people about the love that you and him shared, but rest assured he was not trying to hide you. It’s more of the prejudiced notion of him being a mere housekeeper suddenly about to get married to an important figure like you in Teyvat.

People were conservative in their views, and rarely do they find it amusing when someone of high status hopes to get married to someone who is beneath them.

Thoma hated it so, but he was doing this more for you. He has heard of the extremes Ayato has to go through to keep the Kamisato name alive. And while you haven’t experienced the same thing, Thoma wasn’t going to be the first reason for you to suffer the same fate as his boss — hence his resignation to absolute secrecy.

You, however, did not mind. Sure, you were placed on a pedestal just because of your influence stretching across all nations, but even a small uproar about your marriage to Thoma was nothing in comparison to your gigantic business, in fact, your underground organization can quash any hushed whispers from every corner of this world. But you respected Thoma’s effort and found them quite endearing, him going through all those lengths just for your sake. Nothing could get you going more than an honest and loyal man like him.

What you didn’t appreciate however, was the scene before. You’ve officially arrived back home in Inazuma, dressed in your finest robes as you were hoping to surprise your beloved fiancé — only to be greeted with a less than pleasant sight of a woman nearly convulsing in embarrassment as she spilled her heart out to who was meant to be yours.

Thoma had to learn the hard way. You ought to teach him a lesson. And that was certainly a promise you would make good on.

Thoma’s house was nothing short of comfortable and cozy, far more humble than the grand castle that awaits him as soon as he marries you. And while the luxury it brought was absolutely divine, Thoma could only argue that his home is where you are. It didn’t matter where, as long as you were in it, Thoma can live in peace.

And nothing could justify the absolute happiness in Thoma’s once he saw you by the stove, cooking something. You… you were here! With him again! His home has finally returned.

Oh if only knew just how much guilt would pool in his little heart once you get on with the punishment.

Tiny gasps escaped from Thoma’s lips, quiet murmurs of pleas for you to slow down, to let him breathe and ask why the sudden aggression. He had never expected you to be so rough. Your presence could be intimidating (even to him in your first meet), but you were far more gentle than this beastly rendition of yourself.

Despite his begging, you heeded so little of his words and pursued even harder, fingers intertwining on the chain of his dog tag, where his engagement ring was. No wonder that woman didn’t take a hint.

“P-Please, dear— let me—!”

“Was this some kind of joke?” Thoma should be scared, he knows, but the way your lips pulled into a mean snarl had him squirming in a far more pleasurable way. He shrank under your gaze as you tugged into the ring. “You are my fiancé — and I was just about ready to forgive you for even entertaining that scag when I realized your ring wasn’t on your finger.”

Thoma’s eyes widened at your words. Never have you expressed such distaste and jealousy towards him before, sure, you were territorial, but at the very least you were not an unreasonably jealous partner. It only served as a surprise when he realized that he was barely fighting this side of you, finding himself pressing further into you, to appease you.

The sigh of disappointment that left your system was the straw that broke the camel’s back as he quickly threw his arms around your neck, pulling you close as he murmured his apologies. He couldn’t bear to see you like this and to see you so disappointed in him… he might as well leave this plane of existence.

However, you quickly dismissed his apologies, “Let me make it up to you dear,” you muttered against his neck, already ready to nip at his creamy skin. “I’ll make sure no one ever makes the mistake of approaching you ever.”

Needless to say, the angry bright red marks on his neck never left under your surveillance and vigorous reapplication until Thoma drills the fact that he was yours into his head for good.

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Zhongli

Submission is a concept that Zhongli as Morax could never hope to entertain. He was the domineering figure in Liyue, being its god and everything. His position towered over his fellow adepti and ruled over every being that stepped in his nation with an iron fist. Zhongli would even go as far as to admitting that he was a brute at times, resorting into bouts of possessiveness over what was his. Only that, he can blame on his dragon characteristics.

However among all the people that hailed him up until his death, there was one that he just couldn’t particularly figure out. That thing being you — a puzzle piece that he couldn’t figure out. You were the physical embodiment of the rock that trips any unfortunate mortal in their path.

There was just something with the way you held yourself with your decadent nature that was sure to allure people from left to right. You carried yourself so lightly with an air of innocence yet every move you made was no doubt calculated, precise, and hypnotically seductive, luring him in like a sweet poison.

And as the years went by, he had worked tirelessly to close the gap that you yourself have made him aware of. He found it utterly laughable — the fact that he, the one who lords over everyone, making a conscious effort to get close to you. In fact, he was even sure it was you that compelled him to do so, forcing him into your space like a vortex that only has the intention of drawing him in and swallowing him whole.

Truly, Morax was worth his salt — considering that he was correct about his assumptions.

Zhongli sat with you in the comfort of his favored restaurant, opening his eyes after relishing in the tea that was served only to see your unabashed staring. He lightly bristled, surprised at your undivided attention. Even with the times you and him have spent together, nothing could best that gaze of yours — something that Zhongli felt proud in holding the distinction of having. No one has ever seen you look at someone like the way you looked at him, and it was something that the former Geo Archon took pride in.

“Something on your mind, darling?” He asked, hoping to pry open those chaotic thoughts of yours.

Still with that cloying smile of yours that he so loved to look at you, reached a hand to thumb at the corner of his lips, “Just you.” You laughed as you felt him stiffen under your touch. Zhongli truly was a treat for you to indulge and one you can never let go of.

He was your precious little dragon, unknowingly obsessive and possessive and so painfully subservient under your touch. You so loved to toy with him most of the time, but even then, you couldn’t erase the fact that he has you wrapped around him just as much he does to you.

Zhongli could feel his breath hitch as your gentle hands slowly pried his mouth open, and he, without question abided. You were still an enigma to him, still completely unaware of how much you’ve trapped him within your hold, with no hopes of escaping (not like he has wanted to). And as your fingertips brushed against his soft lips, he was much too distracted when a carnal desire glinted through your eyes.

The former god had to thank the bustling busybodies of Liyue harbor for covering up the absolute debauchery you had subjected yourself and him into — by the small gap between shops, dark enough from the shadow in between, you had pushed Zhongli into it with a look of desire on your face.

It must’ve been because he sought you out and that he was used to being the one who has to keep up with you, but there was something so delicious in the way he always craved for your touch. You weren’t even so scarce with it either, as every time he demanded, you obliged. Oh how foolish he was to think that he was the one with control — unable to realize the mere fact that with every touch that leaves him breathless is a poison the continues to corrupt him from the inside out.

Suddenly, every touch of yours was not enough — that he needed so much more, and all of it can be proven with the way Zhongli had desperately pulled you into him. He was filled to the brim with the need and want and you did not withhold any of it.

He was left gasping as you fondled him through his work clothes, lips attached to his neck that left one too many marks.

“Darling, please…” his pleas came out in a form of a breathy whimper and you had to be cruel.

“Oh? Look at you, so absolutely ruined, my lord.” Your jabs went straight the heat that pooled into his stomach, suddenly taken aback by your sudden coyness. It was taking him back to all those centuries that past when you and him were young and stupid.

Zhongli gripped onto your shoulders, uncaring whether or not he too had wrinkled your suit. A pleading look flashed through his eyes, much to your elation. But you continued to toy with him, somehow after being spoiled rotten, even the wisest consultant of Liyue could not resist the feeling of impatience that painfully ate away at him.

“How do you think your other adepti friends would say at the sight of their dear old Morax… so pitifully in need of his beloved’s touch?” Your words sent shivers down to his spine. You just took away his demands for your touch and now you’re depriving him of the praises you would sing to him so sweetly every time? How cruel!

A whimper escaped from his trembling lips, “It’s not… it’s not pitiful…” He tries to fight and justify but even then he knew it was a futile attempt.

Your hands that gripped his waist tightened and he fought the urge to grant you that sweet delectable sound of pleasure out of revenge, “I find that very hard to believe.” You weren’t even trying as you drew out what you wanted from him with one more forceful squeeze against his supple flesh.

His head quickly fell into your shoulder and you can slowly see the disappearance of the feared warrior god as Zhongli begged for your touch, “Please… don’t deprive me of this… you’re all I need and have…”

A huff of amusement left your system as you tipped his head up by the chin, you leaned in, giving him one tiny peck that elicited yet another soft whine and licked his lips, watching them glisten with your saliva.

“Right you are dear… I’m all you have and that’s all you’ll ever need.”

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pianostarinwonderland · 8 months

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I AM ACTUALLY EXPLODING AT THE OCTAVINELLE MANGA JDIADKEJFJFFJFJDJFJFFJFJF

I TOO. AM EXPLODING.

CAUSE LIKE, YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT THE ARTISTS WEREN'T THINKING WITH THEIR DICKS WHEN DRAWING JADE'S SHOCK THE HEART OR FLOYD BEING ALL MENACING OR AZUL JUST . BEING AZUL IN GENERAL

like what the fuck......... no cause Azul is serving CUNT in this manga?????? Have you SEEN the spread???? HAVE YOU SEEN HOW HE SHOWS HIS INTIMIDATION TO THAT POOR MOB?????????? THE SMUGNESS AND EVERYTHING AT THE END ???????? THERE ARE SO MNAY GOOD SHOTS OF AZUL IN THIS CHAPTER IT'S SOOOOOOO OUHGHHGGHHGHOIOGOIG

good LORD that overhead shot of him is so fucking good. it's one of those images that was like, always just smth i see in fanart, and to see it in canon manga is so ??f<A/.f,114.124/1, GOD it's so hot he's so hot o m y goododdddddddddddddd

ALSO LIKE ?????? WHY ARE HIS LEGS SO FINE???????? LOOK AT HOW CURVED THOSE CALVES ARE?????????? LIKE DEAR GOD, HE'S NOT SHOWING SKIN BUT CALL ME A VICTORIAN MAN SEEING A WOMAN'S ANKLE BECAUSE I AM LOOKING AT HIS LEGS DISRESPECTFULLY

like ok i mean his legs are always That shapely (see: lab Jack groovy) but just to see it like, upfront ?????? LIKE THAT??? ? good god consider me gone.

and i just absolutely love this????

this motherfucker out here with his dramatic ass, and GOD IT'S SO PERFECT???? THE ARTISTS DREW THAT DRAMATIC OH WOE IS ME POSE SO WELL??????? LIKE, YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE THE URSULA RESEMBLANCE THERE I BELIEVE THEY HAD A WHOLE ASS SCREENSHOT OF HER DOING A SIMILAR POSE RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM

and then it TRANSITIONS to THAT FUCKING EYE TWITCH ????? AND THEN HE SCOLDS THE MOB ???????? consider me scared and horny. :)

i'm just. goooooodddddddddd i can't wait for next month's update :) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst manga #twst spoilers #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #ask

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actiondetectives · 4 months

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Just read Robin & Batman by Jeff Lemire with art by Dustin Nguyen so heres an extremely long review (unasked for) because I have so many thoughts (spoiler warning)

I really loved the relationship and personal growth for both Dick and Bruce that they showed across just 3 issues.

I know we've all become accustomed to slice of life batdad but starting out emo boy Bruce Wayne was just looking for a soldier and I think this story is where he really starts to learn how to be a father. He makes some clear missteps like invading Dick's privacy by reading his journal but he was just trying to do something nice for Dick. It's interesting to still see both of them as humans who are making mistakes and it's nice to see how that changes across the issues.

But you can see sooooooo clearly that he is trying to be a dad, even if it's in his weird loner edgelord ways. He makes sure to give Dick the best birthday possible by introducing him to his peers at the Justice League, as well as their sidekicks who would be soon to become the first iteration of the Teen Titans in #2 which was probably my favorite issue of the limited series. Overall it's a very sweet issue until the twist towards the end where it's revealed that it was actually secretly a recon mission

Just the dichotomy of Bruce Wayne trying to be a normal person and also The Batman and that reflecting on Dick is really interesting. Especially while simultaneously Alfred is there to provide more of that fatherly presence, despite Dick ultimately wanting it to come from Bruce.

And, of course, in the end after their big fight with Killer Croc they have their big moment where Dick really comes into his own and fully becomes Robin. UGH SO GOOD. It's where we see the clearest moment of Bruce's growth, and Dick realizing he doesn't need to be like Bruce he needs to be by himself. Sidenote, I did think Waylon's character in this was really interesting. I'm not sure if he's normally part of Haly's Circus but him having a personal grudge against Dick for making him feel isolated just makes him more menacing. ALSO THE PARALLELS. Part of me fully expected the end result to actually be Dick solving the problem without his fists but oh well. Overall great series with lots of amazing moments!!

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mercedesssssss · 6 months

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insane scene. let's discuss.

first, him watching her walk up, like he Knows who she was probably just with, and the heartbreak but also just *in awe of her* anyways on his face is sooooooo 😵‍💫

the way when she walks up and he just doesn't say anything for a moment, it shows #tome that he's thinking abt It.

secondly, him saying "normally I'd take care of this but the guy looked sketchy" or whatever the hell.... BE SERIOUS what are you talking about "I'd take care of this" like ... can't take him srsly sometimes like okay honey that was an awful excuse but i love you dearly anyways

like he could've called abbott, cho, fischer, but he called lisbon not just bc he prob knew abt the date, not just bc she's his partner, but simply bc he wants to see Her.

At any time.

For any reason.

Ever.

thirdly, her being like "you called me out here for duck tape?" & him being like "you need to trust me" is just so important to me because even though it's glossed over in this scene, (they don't spend any time on it, it's not the main point of the scene) her trusting him has always been so important to him. It certainly would be now more than most any other time considering how Tense everything is.

and then her just not believing him and immediately jumping to the conclusion that he wanted to screw up her date, which honestly as a viewer isn't big of a stretch at all but surface level it kind of reminds me of the s5 "I'm not you're girlfriend" line, bc in terms of the situation it kind of comes out of left field, just like in that s5 scene, but on a *everything* level it's both subconsciously lisbons feelings for jane coming out AND her wanting Him to talk abt his feelings for Her, & it's so insanely good bc she's totally right to think it

and then he continues on to *try* to act like he didnt know! and its funny here especially because, yes, the show has shown he's a great liar, we know this, but sometimes he's not (here) and when it comes to This (the jisbon of it all) it was just getting harder and harder to keep lying and pretending and that's why here he kind of does a TERRIBLE JOB

and in another circumstance that conversation couldve ended up going in a totally different direction, except for the fact that he was being partially truthful in his reasoning for calling her, because while he did have all those other reasons behind calling Her specifically, he also did call her bc he genuinely thought/knew someone was in trouble.

so then #it gets put aside once he convinces her and they go inside.

like I said, insane scene.

in conclusion, jisbon tension angst pining yearning etcetcetc all very loved by me 🫶

#jisbon #jane #lisbon #patrick jane #teresa lisbon #the mentalist #jisbons relationship and build up is so complex and overanalyzing each scene genuinely brings me so much joy

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halfusek · 1 year

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man. batdr archives. what

i hate them

sorry im gonna go full on hater mode here because oh my god? oh my god

i’ve got a sneaking suspicion that this came out now as damage control for the AI thing because 1. it wasn’t included in the game all along like BATIM’s archives were and 2. this tweet

like was it thrown together in such a rush that they forgot a whole ass character?

or it is a joke and was a planned action half a year after the game came out but eh who knows

either way this is not what i’m here to rant about (cuz im sure this is gonna turn to a rant)

it’s about bad writing, bad exposition and bad game design. buckle up!

i see what they mean with the smile being a challenge to create, you can see in countless animations for fansongs how different artists tackled that and for one i think they did that very well

however. why the clothes exactly? is it just a meta reason with no reasoning in-universe whatsoever?

and look i’m not a fan of the ink demon having a voice (though i respect the craft behind it, the voice actor is very talented, it’s just a personal preference) BUT if you made the ink demon talk you should by logical extension either make toon bendy talk as well or explain why the hell he’s talking? i can see it being distracting but there are characters that have squeaky annoying voices in games and they’re fine (and it’s not like toon bendy is around the player for a super long time)

i dunno what logic this whole thing operates on anymore but if joey commissioned the ink machine then it should be his and arch gate got all his shit after he passed away so idk what retrieve is supposed to mean here

but it could just be badly written sentences and the archive is full of those (once again making me think that the thing was done in a rush)

that’s fair i guess

yall did make him look like a generic demon tho

i mean... it could be worse? if the goal was to make him look out of place then it was achieved but idk if it’s actually a good thing

i do like the bit about Wilson influencing how things look under him being in control of the cycle (though they have a very silly definition about what the cycle is but more about that later)

dude. the beast bendy design was already bad in BATIM and they made it even worse in BATDR like what TToTT

its just an angry mountain of muscles, the batim design at least had that leg injury thing going on which made moving with front arms make more sense, this dude right here is just a big inky gorilla (and not in a good way)

playing as the final form in on itself isnt a bad idea, does sound quite fun, personally tho i did not enjoy the very ending on the game

i dunno it just felt weird and all the other characters randomly appearing and the lost ones attacking being so awkward and ink demon acting as if they could kill you... nah man i wasn’t feeling it

okay so lets get this straight

cycle = a series of events that repeat

breaking the cycle would mean doing something different and stopping the cycle from continuing (so what... wilson was doing actually)

saying that making it restart again is what breaking it means is just??? no?

“satisfying face reveal” welp. each to their own XD

i see their purpose theme and thats neat and all but man do i hate how henry in this game is just. there and how some stranger is the person helping him get out of his horrible fate like its sooooooo unsatisfying

yeah she got more personality ill give her that

but she’s not a beacon of hope. she’s a beacon of tearing away the satisfaction of defeating a villain that we as the player worked hard towards

and uh... isn’t getting thrown into a horrible dimension full of monsters that audrey isn’t familiar with and is supposed to be freaked out about a bad moment to introduce a familiar face? like from a writing perspective, because it happens nearly instantly as chapter one starts

shouldn’t audrey be unmotivated then and struggling to figure out the world on her own? the player should also be haunted at this world, like it’s a horror game bestie ! don’t make me comfortable

well glad to hear the confirmation on that batds is happening in pararel to batdr

but his involvement in the main story is honestly such a nothing burger

is he there just so you can put batdr on the “can you pet the dog” site?

oh ok so what you’re basically putting down here is that he’s a boring perfect extremely rich guy, wasn’t even a bad father, completely stripping wilson’s arc of depth, cool, was afraid there would be something of substance powering the backbone of the plot of this game

and saying that both joey and wilson are worse people because theyre cringefail at business XDDDDDDDDDDD

ok here is something that im glad they addressed because ive been wondering about it - how audrey forgot that joey was her dad and how did she end up working at arch gate then

i suppose it implies that there’s something we might still learn/theorize about it, like for example if it was the machine drawing her in or gent wanting to get the machine back and manipulating things into place from behind the scenes

i really wonder how you can enter in and out the ink realm unnaturally but good to mention why he looks like that if he’s supposed to be nathan’s son

you cant just say that a character was important to the story, its not gonna happen from words

how is she important exactly? she just talks and uh.. helps audrey make the drink that makes you fall asleep? man that section of the game was Weird

i do want to like her, she seems nice and there could be interesting things to her backstory but as for the plot she really didn’t do much, sorry, betty

if you wanna say that pushing the plot forward by giving audrey that drink and then alice appearing outta nowhere and kidnapping here is a good big contribution then idk what to tell you... its such a bad way to make the plot progress, it was so confusing because characters were behaving as in forced to do Things to Progress the Plot (especially Audrey drinking that thing at all like seriously girl?? and Alice appearing comically at the last sip like wooooooow are you for real)

ah. so they were attempting a redemption arc

[saying this he didn’t threw aside the large rock. he was right to be holding the large rock]

this sucks man! what did joey help correct exactly? created more ink people to suffer eternally? wow, dude, thanks

also lmao what learned from his mistakes, did you HEAR his dialogue at the end of batim?? (an audrey can be heard right after that scene as well so isnt his whole change of heart supposed to be happening around here + allison has already been added to the squad)

it’s just... it’s just such bullshit man

you can make us like joey as a character but don’t you fucking dare make us like him as a person

bad. just bad

(aaaaaand this is the part that made me realize i wish the archives just. weren’t added! wow! i’m even surprised with myself with how much I Don’t Like them)

WHAT flaws??? hello??? please give it a big thinking and tell me what flaws does Audrey have im shaking and crying

also is her “deep dark past” supposed to just be like bEINg JoEY DRewS DAUghtER OOOoooOOo? lmao. wow so dark wow so deep

i dont know why this story needed a fresh pair of eyes because the story is that audrey is joeys daughter and that wilson is nathan archs son and that bendy is bendy. wow so deep so dark and complicated!!!!!!!11!!111

also whats the point of fresh eyes if you welcome us with familiar faces?

also sorry to break this to you but its not hard to stand out from the kinda cast that is presented to us in this game. sorry i cant decide if i care more about audrey or random employee number 24 with a random problem that i have 0 reason or time to get attached to. i seriously cant decide

suuuure we were so muddled xD oh you got us so good you sneaky little cheeky little quirky little

cant fucking believe we almost had a proper nathan arch jr and a secret one eyed villain that there was so much hype about and theories that they obviously tried to deliever here

its speculative but. knowing that they take inspiration from fan theories - they admitted to it and ex employees said so, i think we would have to be in some serious denial to think that @lucky-dreamfisher‘s one-eyed bendy theory wasn’t meant to be represented here with wilson’s character

ALSO THIS NARRATIVE. THIS NARRATIVE HAS ZERO- NO, NEGATIVE AMOUNT OF COMPLEXITY

GOD

this story makes so much LESS sense based on what you said! aaaaaaaa we were so close to greatness

what is so wrong with not resetting the cycle then?

not that im a fan of how wilson was approaching things, he very clearly wanted to make himself the ruler of this realm and have power over everyone but sounds like that sure beats living under ink demons reign?

but also idk if this is entirely true like in batim chapter 5 we can see that lost ones were capable of making that lost harbour and sammy is later mentioned to have mastered a special ability too so??

i wish we learned more about the pit because it sounds quite interesting and we were working hard towards getting there and finally didnt get to see it at all (a shame! very unrewarding to the player)

im not gonna comment on reverting here cuz its a serious mental thing im not knowledgable about

i haaaate this

you... this is not how exposition is done!

show don’t tell?? how about SHOW don’t TELL??

what in the goddamn. you can’t just pull that outta your ass and say yep. this is how it is. bro. dude.

im referring here to the ink machine bit, the previous sentences can actually be seen in the story

but the design does not reflect what is written here

and they are doing so much of that in these archives, this telling of the story in a place that is not meant for telling of the story, you do that IN the STORY. rarghrgrh

surprise i found another nice thing: confirmation on that alice was the one who mutilated the butcher gang, cuz i dont think that was ever confirmed before but at least you can find implications of that in the game so its fine to outright confirm that here, good job about that

i dont know what theyre on about carley, she doesnt really look like that to me and ive looked at her model in the archives, in the files and at peoples renders of her and i just dont see it

but i guess it might mean it was like a suit that someone got stuck in- FNAF?!>!!>!?

no way. no fucking way

we got robbed what ToT

he was removed in favour of WHAT???? AMOK????

dude there ill be real. there’s barely anything that is worth keeping there instead of having him play a bigger role

and im not even that big on sammys character! hes one of my least liked characters personally even! but at least there is something more to him and just man after 5 years you could have given him more than just a dumb wilhelm scream joke, that almost feels like a spat in the face lmao

thanks for again confirming something though with that flow thing, as we noticed sammy uses gaps in the wall in batim chapter 2 to travel around the place

why not have him teach audrey the flow ability? imagine how could that would have been

im just baffled this exist but sammy apparently had to be cut out

lol

lmao

moving on

my brother in christ why are you making it a mystery if she will appear, she literally appeared in every game so far with quite major roles

also... what layers? sure in batim with her story (susie’s story) there sure been some layers, susie’s story in batim is probably aside from joey’s story the deepest character arc they got

but alice in batdr? she’s there to play a stupid game she set herself up to lose, get mad at that (eh?) shoot you and die

what layers, really

gender

but also idk i found the fight annoying and random, you could throw it out and not much of value would be lost, put sammy back in

YOU MADE HIM NOTHING

YOU TOOK A PERFECTLY FINE ENEMY AND GAVE IT ANXIETY THATS WHAT YOU DID /j /ref

idk if id describe the ink demon as putting the player on edge because he doesnt actually roam the place

you see a grey overlay on your screen and you need to hide or you die... which gets tiring fast and annoying

you totally could still have lurker (even if just restricted to some areas) as a free roaming monster

and the unlikely ally thing is just so bland like yeah he’s there, we know nothing about him aside from that he eats hearts, incredibly charming fella

not thrilled by his design either but that issue i already had with the first trailer but i guess they just sticked with that

bendy devs not use mental illnesses as derogatory terms challenge

i like the crab boy design, he’s sillay

bro forgot a texture tho

so yeah not. happy with the archives

sorry if im like overly negative but ive honestly tried to give this sequel (because despite what they were saying it IS undoubtedly a sequel) my best assumptions and it turns out its nearly all the worst assumptions

its annoying, im annoyed

they should hire a writer to help them get this mess together, maybe get adrienne in on it, i dunno, because clearly if they need to be specific and not leaving things open like in batim, then they arent managing very well

they even fucking killed harold

#bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine #batdr #batim #halfpost

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Nomads AU! Poppy

Before you come at me for making her seem awful in this, it’s cause she’s missing a lot of character growth. which will come the more time she spends with Branch ( I honestly love Poppy❤️ she needs more recognition in her growth)

Her character is basically like first movie Poppy plus adding all the problems she had before growing as a character. In this au she had no Branch to help her grow (she has some development but not as much)

I mentioned Poppy a couple times before, but never really explained her. I’ve said the timeline stays the same except some characters replace Branch at times or not at all. In the first movie she gets hit with reality when everyone got captured and turned momentarily grey, but then Bridget saves the trolls which gives Poppy hope and she (plus everyone) gets there colors back then everything else plays out just without Branch.

The second movie she doesn’t listen to others and struggles on why being ✨queen✨ is so hard. She also pushes down trolls differences until the end where she kinda learns that difference does matter (she’s kinda learning guys give her some credit ) she gets saved by the snack pack in the end and barely learns to listen to others. The end plays out the same (the other leaders are very wary of her

The third movie she tags along (mostly cause Brozone was her fav band, not the best reason to help but oh well) to help Floyd. She doesn’t do much but learn how siblings have issues with each other , and get to experience how the Brothers are struggling to cope with there brothers “death” (her positivity did not help) She did get the message that life is not all cupcakes and rainbows due to this (Look at that Branch wasn’t even here and he taught her a lesson, good job man)😁 I’m gonna do a post on the movie summary later since a lot of stuff will go down.

She has a lot more toxic positivity. As in she won’t leave you alone until she deems you as “happy” it’s way worse since Branch isn’t there to show her sometimes it’s ok to be sad (the entire grey village is going to suffer through so many songs)

She doesn’t understand completely why the other tribes are so…different. I mean all Trolls are the same in her eyes. she just never says this to anyone though. She kinda understands what the funk trolls ment when they said “differences do matter” but not completely she just thinks everyone should be happy like pop trolls

She is a lot more pushy on boundaries (does not respect them) and has a hard time listening and understanding people’s problems (her optimism is kinda toxic to others, she pushes people’s problems down to try and make them happy )

She is kinda kinda..sorta (definitely) having a hard time as ✨queen✨. As she only thinks of the fun she never thinks about a lot of her other duties cause they’re BORING~!!!🥱 (which causes a lot of issues at times) she’s not the most responsible troll and is quite reckless.

But don’t worry she will change and get better over time (also ps Branch ain’t doing the greatest either, they’re both sooooooo messed up but they will grow together😌)

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for the numbered smut prompt thing;

39 and 40! ("It's not my fault you keep turning me on" & "you look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck")

w either frank or matt maybe 👀 -🐹

okay nonnie….you…I….I MAKE NO APOLOGIES FOR THIS ONE.

you said frank OR matt and my feral fucking brain said NOPE BOTH and I love the prompts but “you look so good” doesn’t fit with our darling matt murdock exactly sooooooo here we go

absolute FILTH under the cut (threesome, dp, fingering, the whole big show — or most of it at least, i regret NOTHING)

((also - tagging all my matt AND frank babies under the cut, but heed the above and DNI if it’s not your thing - FAIR WARNING))

🔥friday night fever!🔥

How is it possible for something to feel like far too much and not nearly enough, all at once?

You knew what you were getting into, agreeing to this. You’d had days to mull it over, both of them telling you more than once that there was absolutely no pressure, that the decision was completely up to you. The notion was far too appealing to pass up, and you’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind once before, a lavish daydream to indulge in when the man himself wasn’t around to satisfy you.

It had shocked you, in truth, when the idea was first proposed. Matt has always had a bit of a possessive streak in him, so hearing that he was on board with it, that he was willing to share you, just for the night, it sent your pulse racing. Afterwards, after Frank had left and it was just the two of you alone in the apartment, he’d sidled closer to you on the couch, lips close to your ear and hand curling around your thigh.

“Think it over, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing the soft spot beneath your ear, making your thighs clench together, desperate to relieve the pressure you could already feel building. “I can tell what’s it’s doing to you, how excited you are. It’s okay. I don’t mind sharing, letting him pleasure you, too. Just this once.” He smirked against your skin. “This is about you, and Castle…knows what he’s doing. I trust him.” A gentle nip at your pulse. “I trust you.”

And so you had, you thought it over. You thought long and hard about it, what it meant, the boundaries you wanted set, every single thing you would and wouldn’t agree to. Matt knew your limits, had probably discussed them with Frank before they even mentioned this to you, but still, you wanted to be clear. You didn’t want any lines crossed.

Like Matt said, just this once.

Your only worry, is that once wouldn’t be enough. For any of you.

Frank Castle is the polar opposite of Matthew Murdock, in every sense of the word. Brash where Matt is methodical, broody where Matt is amiable, violent where Matt is…less violent. You knew the stories, the details of what Daredevil and the Punisher had gone through, the blood that had been spilled and the revenge that had been sought. You knew tidbits of Frank Castle’s past, enough to make your heart ache for the man, what he’d been through, what he’d seen. Things no person should be made to endure. And he’s friendly, surprisingly so, easy to talk to and easier to joke with, poking fun at Matt as the two of you ate dinner at that Italian place down on 42rd Street, bottles of wine emptying faster than usual, conversation going well into the night, until the waiter had to gently remind you that the kitchen was closing and the dining room would soon follow.

“Quite the lady you have here, Red,” Frank had said, grinning wide at you as you walked out of the restaurant, you tucked under Matt’s arm, the three of you hiding from the rain under the restaurant’s awning. “You’re a lucky man.”

“The luckiest,” Matt had agreed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It was good to see you, Castle.”

“You too, Red,” Frank replied, reaching for your hand, lifting it to his mouth and kissing your knuckles. He jutted his chin towards Matt. “Take care of this one, will ya, doll? He’s a special guy.”

You watched him walk away, watched the back of Frank disappear into the rainy New York night, and Matt had just chuckled. “He’s good looking, isn’t he?”

“What?” you’d sputtered, the wine and embarrassment making your face heat, turning on your heel and starting in the direction of Matt’s apartment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Your heartbeat tells me all I need to know, sweetheart,” he said, catching up to you easily, threading his arm through yours. “It’s okay, honest. Foggy always said I had a knack for attracting pretty girls, maybe it works both ways.”

He hadn’t said anything more, though you’d rethought the conversation for weeks. Weeks of mulling over your interaction with Frank, the gentleness so clearly hidden behind a menacing exterior, the easy way in which he and Matt spoke, the obvious bond between them.

And then, a proposition.

The proposition.

You’re still worried, that once won’t be enough. You said as much, in the same breath that you’d agreed to their idea. Frank’s smile had widened, and Matt had adjusted himself in his seat, throat bobbing as he said, “Well, there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

There had been a brief conversation about scheduling another night, blocking off a Friday night where you could have dinner again, drink your fill and get comfortable, but something had stopped you. Looking at the two of them, opposites but not, feeling the magnetic pull that dragged you towards both of them, your heart forever belonging to Matt but your body begging, if only this once, to belong to Frank. Your hands gripped the couch cushion furiously, nails biting into the fabric as you stared between them, each sat in a chair, Frank sprawled wide with his arms out, Matt hunched forward, hands folded in front of him.

“What about tonight?”

Frank had looked at Matt, Matt’s brow had raised ever so slowly, and that was that.

You’re not quite sure who decided on the shower, or when the button was pressed that brought them both to life, but it’s overwhelming in the best kind of way. The water is hot, pounding down onto your bodies, steam swirling through the bathroom.

One minute you were standing in the living room, toying with your hands, sure of your devious but unsure where to start, and the next you were in the bathroom, the tiles cold beneath your feet. Matt stood behind you, mouth pressed against your neck, dragging kisses along your skin while Frank stood in front of you, just watching, the muscle in his jaw ticking as Matt slowly undid the zipper on your dress.

Heat rose in your face as Matt pulled at the collar of your dress, nudging it down your front, unhooking your bra at the same time, pushing all the fabric away, towards your hips. Frank was stoic, silent, giving nothing away as he watched. You could feel Matt’s body behind you, the tell-tale hardness prodding at your backside. His hands roved your body as they always did, like no one was watching. There was something in Frank’s gaze, something curious, and you realized he was watching Matt’s hands, watching where he touched and how he did so, cataloguing your body and tracing your outline.

You’d hissed when Matt’s hand cupped your breast, thumb swiping over your nipple and squeezing lightly. At the same time, his hips rolled into your ass, cock straining against his zipper. “Matt.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he crooned in your ear, “it’s not my fault you keep turning me on.” He nipped at your earlobe. “You always do.”

It was more of a blur as both men undressed, the bathroom floor soon more fabric than tile, and while Matt walked you backwards into the shower, the water turned hot and soaking you instantly, Frank moved slower. He prowled towards you, eyes raking over your body. He stepped under the spray with you and Matt, water dripping down his broad chest, running in rivulets down his torso and legs. You were rapt, not sure where to look, your heart skipping at Matt’s attention behind you, his hands still roaming your body, and Frank’s lust-blown stare, dark eyes pinning you in place like a predator stalking it’s prey. You let your eyes drop, the heat in your face almost unbearable.

And here you are.

He closes the distance between you, one hand reaching for yours, threading your fingers together, while the other notches under your chin, lifting your gaze to his face. “Can I kiss ya, princess?” he drawls, his eyes scanning your face, lingering on your lips. Your mouth parts softly, and Frank’s eyes move over your shoulder. “That okay with you, Red?”

“Only if she says yes,” Matt says, punctuating his answer with a sharp spank to your ass, face buried in your neck. “This is about her.”

“We’re on the same page, then,” Frank agrees, and his eyes slide back to you. “Whatta ya say, pretty girl?”

You nod once, your eyes growing heavy-lidded as Matt’s hand slides between your legs from behind, fingers glancing along your inner thighs, pushing your legs a little wider to give him better access to your pussy. Frank leans forward, hand still under your chin, and you gasp into his mouth as he kisses you, Matt’s mouth sucking at your shoulders, fingers sliding into you. The sound of the shower seems thunderous, your ears nearly ringing as Frank kisses you.

It’s jarring, how different it is to kissing Matt. Harsher, in a way, which fits completely, more teeth and tongue, the fingers knocked beneath your chin turning very quickly into his hand around your throat, middle finger and thumb either side of your windpipe. Matt’s fingers brush against that devastating spot inside you, and coupled with Frank squeezing your neck lightly, your legs are shaking. You can feel yourself rushing towards that cliff, nearly dangling off of it, but you don’t want to, not just yet. This can’t be over this fast.

Frank pulls back, eyes on your face again, and the grin on his lips is feral, licking the taste of your mouth off his own. His hand doesn’t move from your throat, fingers twitching against your pulse. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” he asks, squeezing again until you gasp, nodding sharply in his grasp. “God damn, you look so good with my hand wrapped around your neck.”

You reach behind you, turning your head to the side as Frank leans in again. His mouth drags along your jaw, and you push at Matt’s arm. He leans in to kiss your cheek as Frank’s attention moves to your neck, your collar. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“I need your cock, Matt,” you tell him, your voice nearly a whine. Frank’s fingers flex on your throat. “Please.”

“Okay, baby,” he replies, hands running down your sides, grabbing a handful of your ass as he takes his hard cock in hand, positioning himself between your legs from behind. Frank turns your head, putting your eyes on his face again, and you gasp as you feel the tip of Matt’s cock press against your entrance.

Frank’s just watching you, his gaze boring into yours, and you barely have time to react as he reaches for your other hand, pulling it down towards his cock. You let your eyes dip as your fingers wrap around him, sucking in a breath at the sight of his length. He’s got girth, not as long as Matt, but fuck, if that’s not the thickest cock you’ve ever seen. Refusing to shy away from a challenge, you pump him, the movement dragging your bodies closer together as Matt thrusts in all the way, sheathing himself inside you with a low groan.

“How’s she feel, Red?” Frank asks, his eyes still glued to your face. Your mouth drops open as Matt starts to move, hips slapping wetly against your ass, hands gripping your hips like his life depends on it.

“So good, Castle,” Matt replies, his voice high and breathless. You can feel his head pressed against your spine, his hold on your waist tightening. “You have no fucking idea. So wet.” He thrusts hard, the movement jarring you forward, but Frank holds you in place. “God, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby.”

Every breath you take sounds like a moan, and Frank’s feral grin returns, a groan stuttering past his lips as you squeeze him. “Gotta say, it’s quite the view, watching you make her fall apart like this. You know what you’re doing, Red.” You bring your hand up, twisting your wrist and curving your palm over the tip of him. “Fuck, so does she.”

Matt’s head lifts from your back, and he pulls you back onto his cock, your knees nearly buckling as the tip of his cock finds that immaculate spot inside you, the pleasure nearly making your eyes roll back.

“Oh, she liked that, Red,” Frank says. “Do it again.”

Matt does, another wet slap echoing through the bathroom, and the sound that falls out of you is somewhere between a moan and a squeal, your legs going tense as white-hot pleasure shoots down your limbs. Frank crowds closer to you, still gripping your throat, and you’re stuck watching as he brings his free hand to his mouth, pushing two fingers past his lips.

“Eyes on me, princess,” he tells you, hand disappearing from view. “Keep stroking my cock like a good girl, yeah?” You do as he says, curving your palm over his sensitive tip again, lips quirking in a grin when he groans. “Yeah, you’re a good girl.” He moves impossibly closer, just enough room between your bodies for your hand around his cock, and his, moving between your legs, right where you’re split around Matt’s cock. He drags his fingers along your hot skin, and he must touch Matt too, because you hear his harsh gasp behind you, the next thrust he gives you impossibly harder.

“Make her cum, Castle,” Matt rasps out, leaning his forehead on your shoulder, his pace unrelenting. “Rub her clit until she screams.”

Frank grins. “Don’t have to tell me twice, Red.”

You let out a high-pitched gasp as Frank’s thick fingers find your clit, rubbing a harsh circle that has your toes curling against the tile. You try to keep up your strokes, your grip tight on Frank’s cock, but it’s almost impossible to concentrate, your mind hurtling elsewhere as your body tries to comprehend the sensations, the thick press of Matt into your pussy, the targeted pleasure of Frank’s fingers on your clit.

“Hey, I said, eyes on me,” Frank commands, and you hadn’t realized you let them flutter shut, your throat hiccuping in his grip as the pleasure climbs. You reach your free hand back, curling around Matt’s hip, squeezing until your nails dig in. You have to release Frank’s cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind, his own touch growing more and more insistent, the slide of his thick fingers curling down until he’s inside you too, knuckles brushing Matt’s cock while his thumb circles your clit. “C’mon, pretty girl, you gonna cum?” he asks, squeezing your windpipe just enough.

That’s what makes you topple over the edge, the sheer intensity of the feeling, the instant weightlessness that pours over you like a tidal wave. You’ve never felt anything like this before, and you try to keep your eyes on Frank’s, you really do, but it’s no use. The pleasure wracks your body, leaving you twitching and keening in their arms. Matt’s not far behind you, cumming with a shout that’s barely muffled against your shoulder. Frank seems unfazed, keeping his fingers right where they are, and as you return to your body, you don’t miss the way his eyes glance at Matt, still lust-blown and curious.

Matt pulls out first, leaning back against the shower wall, and Frank follows a moment later, but pushes his fingers deeper first, dragging the pads along that same spot Matt had hammered into. When he pulls them from you, his skin is coated with your cum and Matt’s, the milky fluid running between his knuckles.

You grab his wrist, opening your mouth as you push his fingers past your teeth, sucking them clean, flickering your tongue over his skin. Frank just grins. “Fuck. Tell me what you want, pretty girl. You gonna take us both next?” He releases your throat, reaching around and giving your ass a quick slap. “Gonna let me in this tight ass while Red fucks your pussy again? Huh? What do you want?”

You’re heaving breaths as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, and Matt is pressed against your back a moment later, arms twining around your waist, kissing your neck again. “Tell us what you want, sweetheart,” he whispers.

You blink hard, sinking into Matt’s touch, reaching for Frank’s wrist and moving his hand back between your legs.

“More.”

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