#and zero knowledge of anatomy

[ratguy-nico]

Saw this on twitter and feel like doing it

WARNING Im not actually an artist

Second thing I get almost every box but NO BINGO wtf 🤨

(let the sheet in case you wanna do it 😊)

[rainowbenstyls]

ms paint art i did while facetiming my grandma🤲

[webnovel-liker]

Do you guys want to see my hsy doodles?

[cienie-isengardu]

Sha'kajir meant sitting down for a meal, and had come to refer to a truce or cease-fire. Skirata found that remarkably apt in this case. Everything could be resolved over a meal, the neutral territory where you said what you had to say and everyone was treated as kin, at least until the meal was over. He was still negotiating his cease-fire with Uthan. Vau managed a smile. "Mij'ika seems like a new man since he's found someone to discuss bacteriology and congenital urethral obstruction with him. If only everyone was so easy to please." "Not at the table, I hope." "It's all big words, Kal. You won't understand the really stomach-churning medical detail." Skirata ignored the jibe without even trying. A year ago, maybe less, it would have started the old fight going again, but they both found their differences weren't worth the effort now.

Imperial Commando: 501st

[venusreverie]

El Pescador y la Sirena.

updated 25-3-23 12.16 pm

[eularin]

I was quietly browsing the obkk tag on ao3, looking for a hot and erotic read to spend the night when I came across a common headcanon: Obito, the greatest terrorist of the Elemental Nations is a virgin with zero experience and Kakashi is the greatest fucking machine in Konoha (or, in other words: much more experienced than Obito)

This got me thinking. I thought about it so much that I came up with several ideas, several headcanons that I need to share with you since I don't know if I'll be able to write a story like this on my own. (I have so many stories in progress/on hiatus in Google docs that I get all messy 😅)

Okay, here we go! How about a reverse trope? We know that ninjas are excellent war machines, they can also be great fucking machines! (They know the anatomy of the human body so well. Isn't it stupid to think that they can use this knowledge for other things that have nothing to do with killing and torturing)

I like to imagine that Kakashi is a reserved man in his private life. He doesn't kiss and tell. Not at all.

Kakashi is known as a pervert because of his beloved icha icha book, but we know that being a reader of porn stories doesn't make someone a sex-active person (or does it? I'm not sure if it counts that way). Anyway, moving on: Kakashi is reserved and rarely gets sexually involved with anyone (oh, he certainly has experience, but you know, PTSD, depression and other various triggers that can be triggered at any time are not good libido stimulants, in my opinion), continuing:

When Kakashi is feeling good and wants to have a casual encounter and a quick hookup, he doesn't go for it as himself. In other words: He doesn't like being Hatake Kakashi at those times (too public, too infamous, too risky. Too problematic. Better to disguise himself)

Kakashi is the king of disguise. He has several disguises - and Obito knows all of his disguises because Obito is a stalker freak who has a sixth sense for when Kakashi is feeling good enough to socialize. So he stalks Kakashi and monitors him.

Creepy, I know, but that's canon.

From here on things get... A little crazy? Disturbing? In short, things get a little dark.

Obito is so obsessed that he doesn't like to see Kakashi "moving on" much less getting involved with someone because for Obito Kakashi has to live in misery like he does. They need to make an agreement like this - in Obito's opinion.

But if Kakashi wants some sexual gratification, Obito can give it to him. (And why not? Obito already gave him the eye.) But Obito can't always intercept Kakashi (remember how Obito is a criminal busy plotting world domination? Destabilizing Kiri? Recruiting ninjas for the Akatsuki?) so Obito can't always disguise himself, intercept Kakashi, and be his one-night stand. What does Obito do when Kakashi spends the night with a literal stranger? It's not too hard to guess: Obito kills Kakashi's temporary partner. (Possessive, obsessive, and delusional Uchiha make a disastrous combination.)

There may be some torture and a crazy speech about "you're going to die bc you touched my teammate"

Unnamed character tied up and kidnapped by Obito: "What? Are you crazy? I don't even know who you're talking about!"

Obito: "I'm talking about Kakashi! MY teammate. Mine to touch. MINE to make him suffer. MINE to kill. MY Kakashi! And you dared to sleep with him! I hope you enjoyed your night because you're not getting out of here alive. I don't want you living in the peaceful and perfect world that I WILL CREATE in a few years. Like I'm going to let you enjoy my hard work and dream about MY Kakashi.

*Cut 🔪* the unnamed extra dies and Obito is ready to give Kakashi some nightmares (in his opinion, Kakashi needs to be punished and reminded that this hellish reality is not worth living in nor looking for good things)

~~

Okay. Now let's move on to my second idea!

We know that Obito is obsessed and obsessive. He's a crazy stalker who always watches Kakashi.

Obito is one of, if not THE greatest assassin of the Elemental Nations. He can easily be the greatest fucking machine as well. Imagine the fame that Don Juan Obito has! (let's call him Don Juan Obito, bc I can't think of a pseudonym right now).

Consider all the physical changes in Obito's body. He has seemingly limitless stamina, lots of energy to burn; lots of stress; lots of hormones inside his body going crazy during spring, mostly (Mokuton's fault. You have no idea how much it affects him.)

Jiraya wants to declare war on this ninja who dares to bewitch all the ladies in the red district wherever he goes. And the worst part! It's not just the ladies who sing praises to this magical dick Don Juan Obito.

Jiraya can't stand to hear the giggles and sighs around this man whose identity he can't figure out. (Tsunade is laughing somewhere)

Bonus scene: imagine that Kakashi (in one of his disguises) is also sighing in delight.

He didn't just have the best sex with this stranger (sort of familiar), he also received the best aftercare. But Kakashi is a reserved man, he doesn't kiss and tell. He also doesn't tell that this sex god always favors him and comes to see him every night 🤫

Kakashi wouldn't be Kakashi without a little angst and drama, right? So he has these uncontrollable Hatake instincts whenever his sexual partner is around. He wants to bite, to make his claim on this man obvious, he also gets jealous when he hears all these compliments about his man (it's not his, he knows but try to convince his instincts otherwise).

Also: to drive Kakashi crazy and mortified with himself: he thinks about Obito. Always. He slips up and calls out Obito's name and his sexual partner happily ignores it (in fact, his partner gets even wilder). But sometimes his partner is also a shit, he will ask blatantly: who is Obito? His ex-boyfriend?

(Kakashi is freaking out internally. How the hell does he imagine his ex-teammate dead at these times?)

Obito is having fun. He will probably try to sell his idea of a perfect world to Kakashi (he is so good at pillow talk. Kakashi is being seduced and manipulated.)

Bonus Scene 2: Imagine when the Eye of the Moon Plan is realized. Imagine how many people are dreaming about Don Juan Obito!

That's it. That's the post. I needed to get this out of my mind and ramble on about obkk/kkob 🤯

[haggishlyhagging]

“Although they are housed on her person, from the moment they begin to show, a female discovers that her breasts are claimed by others. Parents and relatives mark their appearance as a landmark event, schoolmates take notice, girlfriends compare, boys zero in; later a husband, a lover, a baby expect a proprietary share. No other part of the human anatomy has such semipublic, intensely private status, and no other part of the body has such vaguely defined custodial rights. One learns to be selectively generous with breasts—this is the girl child's lesson—and through the breast iconography she sees all around her, she comes to understand that breasts belong to everybody, but especially to men. It is they who invent and refine the myths, who discuss breasts publicly, who criticize their failings as they extoll their wonders, and who claim to have more need and intimate knowledge of them than a woman herself.”

-Susan Brownmiller, Femininity

[dejwrldarchived]

CHOSOIST KINKTOBER GAMING PLAYLIST — WEEK 2

( COLD AS ICE ) 🎮 SUB ZERO!KUAI LIANG X SIREN!READER

— game synopsis: being the handmaiden of the grandmaster of the lin kuei has its perks. although you feel like an odd one out in a winter storm, your bond with the cold grandmaster seems familiar. as if you've experienced it before.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, takes place in the mortal kombat timeline where kuai liang is the lin kuei grandmaster, clit play, ice play, temperature play, mentions of reader & kuai being multi timeline lovers, slight mk 11 spoilers, mk 1 spoilers, reader has siren powers, fingering, edging, slight exhibitionism, mentions of reader getting memory lost, mentions of poison, it's a lot of jumps in this because i accidentally made it too plotty and got carried away, sorry if i write kuai a lil ooc..it's been a minute since i played mk11, sobs this fic all over the place and it's only own fault because i added too much plot for a kinktober fic

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀kinktober masterlist / previous playthrough

Your teeth chattered aggressively as your arms wrapped around your bare body in a poor attempt to mask the cold feeling. The goosebumps that decorated your skin felt painful, but it was most likely because you couldn’t calculate how long you’d been in the cold. You had to find warmth immediately, but when you pushed yourself to stand, you didn’t move. But you heard footsteps running vastly fast towards you. With your little strength, you dragged your body towards the sound of the footsteps. Each movement felt like a harsh punishment against the cold ground, and eventually, you gave up. Just as your body felt like it was about to give up, you sensed many men surround you as if you were a threat. 

“Please..help..” Your voice cracks as you attempt to cover your body. “Please.” Your voice came off as a sweet plead that you thought would work on him. 

Why wasn’t your powers working? 

Some men weren’t sure to help because you were a helpless nude woman. Some didn’t budge from their defense stance to protect where you were. As you ask for help again, the lines of men depart in the middle, making room for one particular man. His head was held high, and even through your pending hypothermia, you could tell he was the one in charge. Everyone and you meant every single man that your eyes darted between, bowed out of respect. 

You felt confused as your eyes met the man who stared down at you with an expression you couldn’t read. Your fingers were going numb to the point that they felt like they were burning off, and you grasped at your shivering limbs before you felt one of the men throw something over your bare body. 

“Someone get something for her to cover up.” was the last thing you’d heard before everything went black. 

It’s been weeks since you’ve been here. After you are found, you grow accustomed to your surroundings and the people around you—the Lin Kuei. Everyone around you seemed so strict, so disciplined—so strong. But it made sense, considering who their leader was—the Grandmaster. From your knowledge, he was the one who asked for you to be covered up before you blacked out. But besides that awkward interaction, you haven’t seen him around the estate. Some told you that you spent weeks in bed and he would come to see if you woke up, a task many parts of the Lin Kuei felt odd was happening. The Grandmaster frequently sees if the strange naked woman has woken from her slumber. 

Now that you’ve been up and about for weeks, you had to admit to yourself that you weren’t used to the cold weather, but you’ll get used to it until you figure out what was going on. Your memories were still a blur. You remembered being on a boat and eventually in water for what seemed like days. Even as the memory of that churns around your brain, you still sense the feeling of familiarity here. 

While you poorly attempted to place cups on a tray, humming along to a tune stuck in your head is ultimately the only thing keeping you sane. Just as you finished the assigned tasks, you could hear footsteps enter the estate's kitchen. From your time here, you managed to recognize many by the way they walked. Madam Xia was the head handmaiden in charge of every single handmaiden who served under Lin Kuei. Many of them have skills from basic combat training, cooking, sewing, medical, and some other things. Madam Xia has been with the fraction since she was younger, worked her way to the top, and has now overseen you since you were new. 

You didn’t have any of these skills that the others had, so you were as confused as ever about why they placed you here. The man you met some weeks ago, The Grandmaster. From Madam Xia’s mouth herself, she told you that It was his idea until your memory came back or if he knew how to handle you and your situation. 

“Your head is always in the clouds, young lady.” Madam Xia pointed out. 

“It’s the only thing I can do, Madam Xia.” You sighed as you placed another item on the tray. “If you can’t tell, I haven’t made any friends.” Your eyes avert to glance at your reflection in the shiny silver tray.

“I mean, granted, the Grandmaster choosing you to be his handmaiden has caused some ladies to be uneasy.” Madam Xia’s voice trails off when she realizes this is the first you will hear the news. She had you doing many tasks for a reason.

“I don’t want that role.” You responded with a quickness. “I’m undeserving of such a high role. Especially since I have just got here. I’m still learning many things and think a more polished person would fit better.” Your words moved so fast that Madam Xia had to grasp at your arms to affirm you. 

“The Grandmaster chose you personally.” Her chestnut-colored eyes scanned your face, watching the fear leave your eyes as her hands rubbed at your arms. “You’ll do fine; he chose you for a reason.” She smiles at you so hard that her eyes crinkle close. “Now, your first task is to give him this evening tea. If he has any, you’ll just place the tray down and step back for other orders.” 

“That can’t be that hard.” You pointed out with a sly grin. 

“It won’t be. Just place the tea on the table.” She explained. 

You were beyond nervous; you weren’t afraid to admit that, especially with the whispers around the estate about the Grandmaster. With this role, any screw-ups could cost you your life, and you didn’t even think he would harm you. It would be the others that would do it. His men that stood loyally by his side. The other handmaidens you were sure could kill a man with the same utensils they shine. 

“Madam Xia, do you know why the Grandmaster chose me?” You asked as you placed the tea on the tray. 

“Young lady, I have told you to stop questioning his decisions. The decision is finalized, and don’t mess it up.” Xia had placed some more things on the tray for you to take to the Grandmaster before he was to rest. “You’re already an odd one out within the others—messing this up could get you exiled.” She fixes your attire from the back, and you realize her words sent a chill down your spine. 

Madam Xia didn’t lie. You were the odd one out. A woman that the Lin Kuei found in the cold, starving, and no clue how she got there in the first place. They didn’t have to welcome you here in a place with some of the best fighters and protectors, but they did. Madam Xia knew that ensuring you knew how everything operates around here would be a challenge. But the older woman never backed down from a challenge. She always said you had a pretty face and voice that could comfort all. But another pretty face apart from the already bonded handmaidens and warriors in the Lin Kuei only caused you to be iced out by the others. With this opportunity given to you on what seems like a silver platter, it didn’t help your attempt to make friends. 

“Remember, your belongings are already in your new room.” Madam Xia pointed out. 

“My new room?” You questioned. Your eyebrows furrow together with confusion written all over your face. 

“You’ll be serving the Grandmaster now, and it’s only right for you to be closer to him.” Madam Xia gave you one glance at you before speaking again. “I have trained you well, young lady, and you have learned very quickly. The Grandmaster has chosen you for a reason, and we may not know why, but we trust that he has made a good choice. Now, hurry and deliver his nightly tea before it gets cold.” Her finger points at you before she disappears in the darkness of the exit of the heated kitchen.

As soon as she disappeared into the darkness, you placed some extra things on the tray and finally made your journey towards the Grandmaster’s chambers. You mentally remember everything you’ve learned. You were to serve his tea from which side to how much to pour into the cups. You even timed your steps from the kitchen to the Grandmaster’s chambers. The three-minute walk outside in the cold weather could have any time shivering and teeth chattering together. But even with the cold weather that had you thinking you should have wrapped a cloak around your body, two men stood outside his quarters' entrance—standing tall with their heads held high as if it was the best feeling to be guarding the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. 

“I have brought the Grandmaster’s evening tea.” You bow before you can hear the door tugged open and immediately step inside. 

The warmth of his chambers made you let out a sigh of relief. You bow your head out of respect, “I have brought your tea,” You put the tea on the small table to the left before finally lifting your head to get a glance at him. 

You were pretty new, having only seen him once since that day. But the mere whispers from others intrigued you. They described him as stern, serious, and strong. That’s the energy you get from even being in his presence as you place the tea on the table. You went to pour the hot liquid into the cup, but he firmly stopped you. Indicating he can do it himself. But soon, his hand extended, gesturing for you to take the place before him. You did, sitting on your knees as you watched him pour the tea in the cups.

You purposely put two cups just in case he had guests. 

“I have assigned this role to you to keep a close eye on you.” He explained. “While you’re here, you will follow the rules just like everyone else until you regain your memory.” He slides the cup of tea across towards you.

“I expressed to Madam Xia that I feel like this role could have gone to someone much more experienced.” Your eyes stare at your reflection in the hot liquid. “But, if you assigned this role to me because you don’t trust me. I understand.” 

“It’s just strange.” He sips from the cup and makes eye contact with you, maybe to catch you in some form of lie.

Now, you were able to get a complete look at him. The scar that decorated his face traveled from his forehead, passed his eyes, and down his cheek. His dark brown eyes scan your face before speaking again, “Your training starts tomorrow morning.” He finishes the cup of tea just as you sipped out your cup. 

“My training?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, and you sat up straight. “How can I be your personal aid if I’m training?” 

“You can’t be my personal aid if you can’t protect yourself.” He backfired, leaving you there to bite back a response. 

Your lips went to argue because you could indeed protect yourself. But with your powers not working now, you were as useless as possible. You could tell the training would be intense just by the way each member of the Lin Kuei carried themselves. It was as if they paraded around, always to be guarded and ready for everything. 

“So, rest tonight, and I’ll see you in the morning.” 

You blinked a couple of times to process what he was saying before standing up quickly. You bowed out of respect before speaking, “I hope you sleep well, sir.” You turn to leave, watching as the doors open for you, and you search to find the room that Madam Xia helped set up for you. 

As the Grandmaster said, you had training tomorrow. It was intense training from the crack of dawn when the sun peaked through the icy mountains to late at night when the temperatures dropped drastically. Each day you spent with the Lin Kuei, you grew accustomed to everything. The Grandmaster and you grew close so you no longer mind being by his side. You took the position with more pride now—even if some still didn’t agree.

 You thought that you were put into this strange predicament for a reason. You thought your powers being gone was a sign that maybe you weren’t meant to have them from the start. That the familiar connection you felt with the Grandmaster was a sign. 

“Can I admit something that may come off as strange, Grandmaster?” You asked before you were about to leave. 

“Kuai.” He corrects firmly as he was looking over the papers in front of him. 

“I don’t think that’s approt-” Your eyes met him and you felt your cheeks heat at the way he looked at you. So, you corrected yourself. “Kuai, this feels familiar. Like it has happened before.”

You watch as his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. “Has your memory finally returned?” He questions. 

“I don’t  think so, but this feels familiar.” You repeated. “As if we’ve met before. I know it’s strange, and I can just be exhausted due to today’s work, but I just thought to tell you for some reason.” 

That reason is that you were yearning for him to reaffirm your own thoughts. But he didn’t, so you found yourself explaining further your own thoughts. You stepped further into the room towards him before sighing, “I just feel like we were meant to cross paths for some reason. I was found that night for a reason. My powers are gone for a reason.” 

“Powers? I think you just need some rest, Y/N.” He points out before his eyes look back to the things in front of him. “It’s been a long day, and you’ve been out in the cold for hours.” 

You wanted to argue against his words, but you extended your hand and immediately touched his. His eyes stared at you with a shocked expression before you spoke, “Tell me about your day, Kuai.” Your lips curve into a kind smile similar to what you would do before you met him. 

You watch as his eyes dilute before he’s rambling on about his day. Your heart quickened at the sight of this because your powers actually worked. You thought maybe that wouldn’t come back due to your memory of what happened that night being a big blur. But they did, you dropped Kuai’s hand and stood up frantically. His face scrunches up in worry as he watches you disappear out of the room in a hurry. 

As your powers were slowly coming back, you avoided Kuai as much as possible. If you weren’t doing your duties as his handmaiden, you stayed in your room to avoid any other contact. Hell, you thought it was a bit dangerous for you to even communicate with other members of the Lin Kuei. One phrase could cause a person to be under your control. One song by the name of The Siren’s Song could make a person go mad. And you didn’t want to hurt Kuai or what he has built as the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. 

As you were going to do your nightly duties, you felt everyone staring at you. Some whispering and pointing as you walked toward the kitchen. 

“Y/N!” Madam Xia approached you quickly. “Please tell me, the rumors aren’t true.” 

“What are you talking about?” You asked as you looked at the elderly woman. “What’s not true?”

“That you attempted to poison the Grandmaster.” She whispers the last part as if it were a sin that could get her cursed. 

“What? I would never! Who would spread such a rumor?”

“Y/N!” 

Kuai’s voice interrupted your following words to Madam Xia. His head motions for you to follow behind him, and you hurriedly do what you were told. You weren’t sure if you should be confused or angered. With each step, one of the assassins that you were positive could take your life—attempted to follow behind. But Kuai gave them a look to cause them to back down. 

You didn’t like how silent he was as you followed behind him. The only thing you can hear is your own footsteps against the stone as you walk by glaring eyes—glaring eyes that feel like daggers with each step you take. You didn’t understand how anyone would believe the lie that you would do such a thing. Poison a man you’ve grown to care for more than you expected. A man that you were in love with. Obviously, you were getting framed—you didn’t know by whom, but you were going to figure it out. You were sure you had mastered your powers to get someone to admit it (even though this was going against Kuai’s wishes). 

As you stepped into the room with Kuai, the door shutting sent a nervous chill down your spine. You were hoping he wouldn’t believe such nonsense. But you knew he had to take such accusation seriously as the Grandmaster. You knew his most loyal men were outside those closed doors waiting for the cue to grab you or deadly enough—kill you if it was needed. But as your eyes watch him take comfort behind the chabudai table and rub his hands over his face, you can’t quite read his expression. You couldn’t quite read his body language. 

It was as if you were standing before him for the first time when you were assigned to be by his side as his handmaiden. Your head bows in defeat because how can you defend your name without any evidence to back it out? The fact that the others of the handmaidens didn’t enjoy your company either didn’t help. But you knew the Grandmaster.

Actually, correction. 

You knew Kuai. 

With the power you had, you wanted to pinch yourself for even allowing your head to hang low in pity. You could make the people responsible for this pay with just a quick touch and your sultry singing voice. You lift your head high and as the situation finally dwells upon you, you want to let out a laugh. A quite loud, conceited one because of the fact that he would even think you would betray him. That you would even take the risk of poisoning him. Your fingers tugged at the strings that held your attire together. “Do you want to inspect me, Grandmaster?” 

You untied your attire, revealing your undergarments. “How bare do you want me?”

“Y/N.” Kuai’s voice came out like a whisper; his eyes bore into you so intensely it felt like the candle helping bring light into the room was directly under your skin. 

“For you to think that I would betray you.” Your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration, and you stepped forward where the only space between you and him was the chabudai table that he sat behind. 

“So tell me, Grandmaster, would you like to expect me fully?” Your fingers slip to remove your undergarments. The pieces of fabric decorate the floor like cherry blossom petals on the ground. 

Within the weeks of getting close and having the honor of calling him Kuai, you knew going back to the formality of him being called Grandmaster by you hurt him. It probably hurt him even more than you being accused of poisoning him. You sat down on the table in front of him, your hand grabbed a hold of his, letting his hand guide his way down your bare body. His fingers brushed against your hardened nipples. 

“So, tell me now, Grandmaster. How will I be able to poison you if I have been by your side for months now?” Your teeth nibble at your lower lip, holding back a moan at how his hands caressed your body like it was so delicate. 

A sigh passed by Kuai’s lips before he spoke, “What am I going to do with you?” He clicks his tongue, and before you can respond, he’s leaning in to kiss you. 

You always imagine how Kuai would feel up close and personal, how his lips would feel upon your own. You asked if his body was as cold as the ice he could create using his hands. But now that you were indulging in a heated kiss with him, he brought you so much warmth. His fingers grasped upon your bare thighs, pulling you closer. His fingertips dragged along your smooth thighs, and you gasped, feeling the cool touch of his index and middle finger. 

When you felt him rub against your wet folds, a chill tingled down your spine as your hand muffled a moan—realizing that someone could be guarding the door. The cold feeling of his fingers made you feel so numb, but a pleasurable numb. Your chest heaved in anticipation, waiting for him to finally give you what you want. You wanted him to touch all of you. You wanted him to indulge in the wetness between your thighs some more. And to most certainly stop the teasing. 

“Please, Kuai.” You beg. “Give me more.” 

Kuai wasn’t a man to deny seeing you in pleasure. He took pride in the way you looked right now. Bare for him. Naked for him and only him. Moaning and whimpering out for him. So, when he finally inserts two fingers inside your pussy, it causes his cock to twitch in suspense, seeing the way your eyes shift close and for you to finally hear that moan he was yearning for. The thrusting of his fingers continued, slow and steady to make you whimper for more. But also fast enough to watch your chest heave inward and outward and clutch onto his wrist to get him to slow down. Which he did, ultimately edging you on as he removed his slit-covered fingers to rub at your clit. A circular motion that made your toes curl, and your mouth let out coos of pleasure. His free hand pulls you closer to the table, this time resting one of your thighs upon his broad shoulders, completely trapping you from running away from what’s to come. His fingers circle the entrance of your pussy, and he’s indulging in it once again. 

Your faces were inches apart and you leaned forward to kiss him again, but he moved backward. His lips twist into a smirk as he’s thrusting and curling his fingers into your pussy before adding another finger. His free hand held the small of your back, holding you in place to feel every jab of his three fingers. Your eyes water, but it isn’t tears of pain or sorrow—complete pleasure. 

He forms a small piece of ice after letting you go with the free hand. His fingers still were knuckles deep inside you, and you were so embarrassed at the sound of how wet you were. The piece of ice he created, drags alongside your chest to your already hardened nipples, and you can feel yourself see nothing but stars and Kuai. Your thighs quivered at his touch and the only thing you can muster up the courage to do is moan. 

The way Kuai’s cool fingers curled into you caused your back to arch off the table. Your toes curled in anticipation as you felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. Despite his cold hands rummaging over your body like a sex-deprived man, your body still felt hot, and a sheet of sweat decorated your plush body. Your hips roll to ride upon his fingers that were inside of you. But you completely lost it when he leaned forward, latching upon your puffy clit. His tongue flickers at it so powerfully that you are attempting to run away from his flicks of pleasure. 

“I’m going to…” Your words drag out in a stifling whine. “Cum.” Your words finally let out just in time for to cum all over his fingers. 

As you came down the spine chilly orgasm, your body felt exhausted. Your eyes were fluttering to stay open as exhaustion overcame your body. You felt Kuai lift you and place you down on the shikibuton. You felt a thick blanket get tugged over your naked body, and a soft pair of lips pressed a kiss upon your temple as the light from the candle melted away, even though sleep was creeping on you. 

This felt a little too familiar, all of this. Your memory lost. Your powers. Him. Kuai. 

All of this. 

In another timeline, after saving the world (possibly again, considering that you’ve met yourself a total of five times the other day)—as you listen to Johnny Cage gloat about his movie idea, your mind was wondering about so many things, from returning home to your life as a singer and possibly giving Johnny the time of your day to star in his silly movie. You can already hear your manager’s voice questioning your whereabouts and how you’re even late with turning your album into your label. But the thing is, you weren’t even sure if that’s what you wanted to go back to do. You saved a timeline, well, multiple ones. That’s a story you’ll tell your children (if they would even believe it). 

As Liu Kang shared his farewells to the group and the others, you quickly stood up because you wanted to ask him something. As if he read, your mind—his words caused you to stop abruptly in front of him. Your eyebrows knit together in frustration because it wasn’t something you wanted to hear, but it was something you had to accept. 

“In this timeline, you and Kuai Liang aren’t meant to be. It may be formidable to accept, but trust in millions of other timelines—you two meet again, and time works in your favor.”

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[tboybuck]

the anatomy of a home run

written for lex's spicy six summer challenge | rating: E | word count: 5.7k | prompt: baseball | cw: barebacking, virgin eddie munson | READ ON AO3

beta and editing by the incomparable @steves-strapcollection <3

First Base

The first time they fool around, it’s not so much fooling around as it is an impulsive makeout session wherein Eddie finds himself sat astride Steve’s lap with his hands in his hair. Steve’s hands are fisted in Eddie’s tee shirt and they’re panting into each other’s mouths, sucking on each other’s lips and tongues and swallowing one another’s moans, and Eddie’s cock is straining against his fly so hard it’s a fucking miracle the zipper hasn’t popped. 

Eddie doesn’t know shit about baseball but he’s pretty sure this is first base. Right?

They’re not touching each other, not really, not in a way that matters, but the air between them is hot and sticky, the summer humidity clinging to their skin. Eddie’s hair is plastered to the back of his neck with sweat while Steve’s mouth learns the shape of his throat and his teeth scrape lightly across his Adam’s apple.

If Eddie were to spread his legs a little more, if he were to fully sit down in Steve’s lap, he’d have to live with the knowledge forever that Steve is erect beneath him. For now, he can’t handle that. He can’t cope with the knowing, with his own anxieties that he’s never gone further than this before, that at the rate they’re going he’s eventually going to get to watch Steve come under his hands or his mouth or fuck, maybe on his cock.

“Steve,” he groans, pulling back a little as Steve’s hand creeps beneath the collar of Eddie’s shirt to rest against the notch in his throat. “Fuck, sweetheart, much as I’d love to keep doing this… don’t you have a job to get to? A Robin to pick up?”

Steve’s voice comes out as something between a growl and a purr, his teeth latching onto the bolt of Eddie’s jaw and he murmurs, “When did you become the responsible one?” 

“I’m gonna be so very honest with you, Stevie, I’m mostly just nervous I’m gonna bust in my jeans if we keep going.”

With a mean smile, Steve grips Eddie’s hips and presses them firmly together. The hard line of Steve’s cock drags over Eddie’s and punches a whine from one of them - Eddie, probably - and if they don’t put a stop to this soon the single will turn into a double and then Eddie’ll hit a home fucking run all over this stupid threadbare couch that Wayne managed to save from the old trailer.

Just when Eddie’s ready to stop Steve, to tell him it’s time for them to dial it back and pick this up another time when Steve doesn’t have a clock ticking down to his scheduled shift, Steve pats him on the thigh and starts to push him up. He’s sighing unhappily as he does it, like this is the last thing he wants, too, but responsibilities are starting to outweigh desire and y’know what? Eddie’s pretty fucking proud of their self control, even if he is still hard as a rock in his jeans.

“Come over tonight?” Steve asks as he stands and adjusts his monster of a cock in his own jeans. “We can pick this back up then?”

Eddie wants to ask, What is this? What are we? What does this mean to you?

What he says instead is, “Sure. Gonna show me second base?”

Steve captures his mouth in another hard, wet kiss and murmurs, “Keep talkin’ baseball to me, babe. You’ve got no idea how hot it makes me.”

“Of course it fucking does,” Eddie huffs. “Get to work, slugger, I’ll see you tonight.”

***

Second Base

Eddie realizes he’s not gonna make it past second base tonight the moment Steve gets his hand on his cock. They barely manage to get Eddie’s jeans and boxers down. They’re hanging off of one of Eddie’s legs now and Steve’s got him laid out on the bed, his fingers pressing into the give of Eddie’s thighs, spreading them apart for him to lie between them, while his mouth zeroes in on that spot on his throat that made Eddie keen earlier. 

Steve’s hand is big and firm and warm when his fingers wrap around Eddie’s dick and there are fucking stars dancing behind his eyes, his voice coming out in broken whimpers and he finds himself spreading even further for Steve. He wants to touch him, wants to guide Steve’s cock to his hole and beg to be fucked dry if that what it takes to get him inside.

Eddie’s hands, clumsy and distracted, tug at the fly of Steve’s jeans to draw him out and stroke him -- hopefully, god fucking willing -- at the same rhythm that Steve is stroking him. When he finally manages to shove Steve’s pants down to bunch around his thighs and gets his hand on him -- the skin of his cock smooth and hard beneath his palm -- Steve hisses and nips hard at the skin of Eddie’s neck.

Steve pulls away, just a little, just enough to spit on his fucking hand before getting back to work on Eddie’s cock, and Eddie barks out something that might have been fuck or it might have been Steve’s name but there’s too much ringing in his ears to be sure. Steve is leaking all over him, the sound of his hand stroking through the precome nearly as loud as their panting breaths.

“Faster,” Steve breathes against Eddie’s neck, “give it a twist near the head, baby, yeah fuck that’s it. ”

“Fuck,” Eddie groans. He tosses his head back, the hot breath on his throat making him dizzy and warm.

Steve’s pace is quick and dirty, the pressure relentless as he draws little noises out of Eddie on every upstroke. He digs his thumb into the slit of Eddie’s cock and there’s starbursts in his head with the intensity of it.

“There’s no fuckin’ way you never did this before,” he whines, and Steve’s breath on his throat comes out in a huff of a laugh, followed by a quick lick and kiss to the pulse point there.

“Just on myself,” Steve insists. “ Fuck, Eddie. So hot, you’re so fucking hot. Leaking everywhere for me like this. So wet.”

Eddie tries to tell him, You too, but it comes out garbled, unintelligible nonsense around a broken off cry when Steve tightens his grip and quickens his pace.

“Not -- hah, oh god -- not gonna last, Eds. Your hand -- fuck -- keep thinkin’ about how I’m gonna come all over your hand.”

“ Oh, fuck yeah, Stevie. Fuckin’ paint me with it, sweetheart, shit. ”

Steve’s hips are moving now, thrusting to meet Eddie’s strokes and Eddie’s hyper aware of his own hips doing just the same. The wet tip of Steve’s cockhead brushes up against Eddie’s and leaves a slick trail of precome behind to mix with his own. Eddie’s head is swimming, the heavy feeling in his gut tightening as his release draws closer, closer.

Steve kisses him, their tongues meeting in the scant space between their lips, and it’s so brief Eddie thinks it might not have even really been a kiss at all because then Steve is using his other hand -- the one not currently bringing Eddie’s entire world to its fucking knees -- to push his tee shirt up to rest at the dip in his throat. Steve’s mouth moves to bite at his chest, lick and suck at Eddie’s nipple as they thrust against one another.

Eddie’s free hand fists into the soft silky hair there and holds Steve in place, a silent plea for more attention to that nipple and Steve gets it, draws it into his mouth and adds teeth.

“Oh, fuck, Steve, yeah -- yeah, god, shit, just -- just like that, fuck! ”

“Gonna come?” Steve asks. “Gonna -- Eds, you gonna come with me? Close, baby, so close.”

“Yeah, yeah me too. Just a little more.”

“Can’t wait to fuck you. Can’t wait to get inside you, Eds, make you scream my name.”

“ God. ”

The rhythm of Steve’s hips is beginning to stutter and everything in Eddie’s brain is abandoning ship, rushing to his dick where he’s sure it’s about to spurt out all over Steve, paint him with jizz and brain matter and every ounce of fluid in his fucking body at this point. He’s gonna say something stupid, gonna tell Steve that he fuckin’ loves him or some shit because he’s never been this fucking keyed up before. 

He meets Steve for a kiss again, and it’s wet and sloppy and Steve is swallowing the noises Eddie’s making -- his whimpers and his whines and his desperate moans -- and giving those sounds right back to him in kind.

“Here, here,” Steve whispers, frantic, knocking Eddie’s hand away from his cock so that he can take them both in his massive hand and Eddie sees fucking stars.

Steve’s cock, hot and smooth and weeping at the tip, is dragging along the length of Eddie’s own, the head catching on Eddie’s and smearing their precome together. Steve lets loose this fucking whimper, so raw and fucked out it barely even sounds like him at all, and Eddie feels the way his cock twitches a split second before the hot dampness of his release splashes against Eddie’s stomach, his pubic hair, the head of his dick, and then Eddie is throwing his head back with a shout to empty himself into Steve’s hand.

It comes in fucking waves. Eddie’s never come this hard in his life. He feels like he might be turning inside out from the force of it, wrung dry, every muscle in his body pulled taut like a drum.

“ Holy Christ, ” Eddie breathes in the aftermath, his head swimming and his fingers tingling. His mouth is dry and he’s hot all over. His muscles throb and their combined spend on his skin is cooling, feels a little gross but goddamn if it’s not the hottest thing Eddie has ever experienced.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, flopping onto the bed beside him. “Holy Christ, Eds. Why weren’t we doing this months ago? ”

“Thought you were fuckin’ straight.”

“Aren’t you glad I’m not?”

“Still trying to wrap my fuckin’ head around it, honestly.”

“I meant it,” Steve says quietly. “I really do wanna fuck you.”

“Take a guy to dinner first, though, huh?” Eddie jokes.

“Mmm, maybe I will. Seafood or Italian?”

“Seafood. I can put away some crab legs.”

Steve makes a face. “Bet you look so sexy with melted butter all over your mouth.”

“Oh, I’m sure. ”

They don’t talk about how it’d be dangerous for them to go out on a very public date, or how they’re going to tell the others about this development in their friendship. They don’t talk about what they are. They laugh about the drying cum on Eddie’s skin, and the way Steve shook apart when he climaxed, and the size of Steve’s cock in comparison to Eddie’s.

But they steer clear of feelings. They steer clear of vulnerability. 

Eddie will have to tell Steve eventually that he’s got very real feelings here, that he wants Steve to be his boyfriend and not just a buddy he fucks around with, but he figures he can test those waters out a little later, maybe after he’s gotten Steve’s cock in his mouth. Or after they go all the way. If he’s gonna destroy their friendship he might as well lose his virginity first, right?

This is gonna suck when Steve inevitably tells him he doesn’t feel the same way.

***

Third Base

Eddie’s not entirely sure how this is supposed to work. He’s never sucked a dick before in his life. He’s thought about it, fantasized about it all the way back in the day when his older friends were starting to get their first girlfriends and getting sucked off for the first time, but… the reality of it is so much different than his fantasies.

For one, Steve’s cock is… well, massive might be overselling it a little bit. It’s sure as shit not small, though. Eddie’s worried he might have to actually unhinge his jaw like a weird snake creature just to get him in his mouth all the way. For another thing… what’s Eddie gonna do when Steve comes? Will he take it in his mouth, swallow it down? Is he supposed to? What if he gags on it? What if it tastes terrible and makes him choke?

When the time comes, though, Eddie’s worry is stripped from him with the quickness of his own jeans being stripped from his thighs and tossed across the room.

He’s barely even hard yet, and Steve’s mouth is enveloping him in wet heat.

“Fuck, Stevie, I was gonna suck you off.”

“You can do me next,” Steve tells him, drawing off enough to stroke him to full hardness before getting back to work. “Been dying to get my mouth on you for ages.”

Oh, fuck, Eddie is going to make a fool out of himself here. He’s barely been hard for a full minute and already the tug in his gut is telling him it’s almost time, that he’s going to come in Steve’s mouth before they’ve even really gotten started here.

“Fuck, Stevie. Not gonna last, sweetheart, it’s so -- Jesus fuck, there! ”

Steve pulls back, gives Eddie some relief as he squeezes the base of his dick.

“That good?” Steve asks, his smirk cocky and teasing.

“Don’t get a big head about it, okay?”

Steve is kneeling between his legs, and from his place there he looks up at Eddie from beneath those long beautiful eyelashes, Eddie’s cock resting against his bottom lip, and he maintains eye contact as he presses the tip of his tongue to Eddie’s slit.

“Ah, fuck.”

“Mmm, first time, huh?”

Eddie says, “Fuck you,” but it comes out breathless, his voice a little wrecked, and Steve chuckles deep in his chest before taking Eddie to the fucking hilt again.

Eddie throws his head back, closes his eyes, his hand resting gently in Steve’s hair as he just gives himself over to wet heat and suction.

He does his best not to thrust into Steve’s throat, but it’s so hard. Steve’s drooling on him, pearly strings of spit connecting his lips to the tight ring of his fingers where he holds Eddie’s cock steady. It’s a fucking sight when Eddie’s brave enough to actually look at him.

And the sounds Steve is making -- the wet squelch of his mouth around Eddie’s dick, the low groans in the back of his throat when Eddie twitches for him, the literal fucking slurping noises as he applies that delicious fucking suction to the head -- they’re all threatening to do Eddie in once and for all.

Eddie’s not entirely sure how long it’s been -- might be five minutes, might be fucking two seconds for all he knows -- but it becomes very clear very quickly that Eddie’s gonna blow. He hears himself mumble out a vague warning as if from far away, grabbing at Steve’s hair and shoulders to push him back rather than come in his mouth but Steve holds firm, sucks him down to the root of his cock and opens his throat.

Steve gags on him and that’s what fucking does it. Eddie’s vision goes white and he cries out when the coil in his gut finally snaps. His eyes cross and his hips stutter and he floods Steve’s mouth with his spunk but Steve… Steve moans like it’s the nectar of the gods and he drinks Eddie down, his throat bobbing as he swallows, his lips still wrapped tightly around the head of Eddie’s dick.

When it’s over, after Steve has milked the last of Eddie’s release from him and he’s beginning to get too sensitive to let it go on, Eddie pushes him back and collapses onto Steve’s bed.

“Jesus,” he pants. “ Shit, Steve, where’d you learn to do that?”

“Does it matter? Just made you come in…” he checks his watch, “three minutes.”

“Rub it in, why don’t you?” Eddie should probably be embarrassed at how quickly he came, but he isn’t. “Take it as a compliment, alright?”

“Oh, I do. You lasted longer than I did my first time.”

“Yeah? King Steve comes early, then, does he?”

“Wanna test that theory?”

“I don’t… I don’t think I’m gonna be any good at it,” Eddie admits quietly. “Especially, like… I’ve never…”

“Me either” Steve shrugs.

“Yeah, but you’ve received a lot of blowjobs, so.”

“I have, but…” Steve pauses, like he’s not sure he wants to say what he’s about to. “I haven’t had one from you. I think… even if you aren’t experienced, I think it’ll probably be the best one I’ve had. Because, like… it’s you. ”

Eddie scoffs. “I bet you say that to all the boys.”

“Told you already, Eds,” Steve says, getting on the bed to take Eddie’s mouth in a kiss. “Just you. Always just you.”

Even as he presses Steve to his back and pops the fly of his jeans, Eddie is nervous. Even as he drags those jeans down Steve’s thighs, his heart is racing. Even as he spreads Steve’s legs on either side of his own body, Eddie can’t fucking believe this is happening. He strokes Steve a little bit, occupies their mouths with more kissing while he works up the nerve to finally get him in his mouth.

Eddie’s going to be terrible at this.

He puts his all into it anyway. What he lacks in experience, he is determined to make up for in sheer enthusiasm alone, so he stores his anxiety away in the back of his mind and he gets to work. He swallows Steve down as far as his gag reflex will let him -- barely halfway down his fucking shaft, apparently -- and he listens to Steve groan above him.

“So warm, baby,” Steve whispers. “Use your tongue.”

Glad for the direction, Eddie uses the flat of his tongue to stroke up the underside of Steve’s cock, pleased when Steve makes a little noise of pleasure above him. He sucks on the head and Steve jerks a little bit. He presses the tip of his tongue into the slit of Steve’s cock, the way Steve did for him, and there’s a hand tightening in Eddie’s hair.

Oh, so he likes that.

Eddie does it again before sliding his mouth a little further down and doing his level best to open his throat but he gags anyway, and the sensation must do something for Steve because his dick twitches out a blurt of precome against the back of Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie moves, bobbing his head and licking at the glans of Steve’s dick and Steve is chanting yeah, yeah, yeah above him in time with his movements. His back is arching a little bit, his head thrown back, and the hand not in Eddie’s hair is fisted in his blanket like he’s holding on for dear life.

He takes Steve down again, as far as he can, and Steve’s moan when he gags again is high pitched and tightly wound.

“Eddie, oh my god, fuck, you’re -- you’re gonna make me come, babe.”

Eddie’s heart leaps in his chest at the pet name. He loves that -- loves it when Steve calls him babe.

Eddie pulls back, focuses a little more on the head again, and Steve’s hips actually do begin to buck up to shove his cock deeper in Eddie’s mouth. Eddie sucks hard, and Steve cries out, goes tense, his voice loud and frantic as he warns Eddie.

“Now, now now now, Eds, I’m --”

And he does. And Eddie takes it. It tastes fucking awful but Eddie swallows it anyway, each heavy spurt hot and slick on his tongue. He gags through it and it makes Steve whine even as he pulls his softening cock from Eddie’s mouth.

“Beautiful,” Steve whispers. He sits up and reaches for Eddie, pulls him to crawl up his body until he’s straddling Steve’s hips and kissing him deeply, the taste of them mingling in the kiss and making Eddie hot all over again.

“God, Eds, you’re so good, so fucking good for me,” Steve whispers against the kiss. “Wanna do this with you forever, babe. Forever. Fuck. I’m all yours, Eds.”

Eddie could cry at the declaration. He is so certain it’s just the orgasm afterglow talking, that Steve can’t possibly feel that way for real, but god, if there was ever a chance for Eddie to reciprocate out loud, it’s now.

“Forever,” Eddie hears himself say, echoing the sentiment, and Steve is dragging the shirts off of both their backs and tucking them beneath the covers on his big, soft bed. He pulls Eddie close, their lips meeting again and again, their legs tangling and knees knocking together. “Think I love you, Stevie.”

Steve brushes the hair away from Eddie’s face and whispers, “Tell me again tomorrow when you’re not riding the third base high and I might believe you.”

“I mean it,” Eddie insists, doing everything he can to inject as much confidence and certainty into his voice as he can. “Been meanin’ to tell you for… for weeks, okay? I just… you’re outta my league, Harrington.”

Steve kisses him again, groaning as he does. “You gotta stop with these baseball metaphors. I can’t get it up again yet but you’re makin’ me wanna try.”

***

The Home Run

When Eddie was fourteen, he learned the chords and lyrics to MeatLoaf’s Paradise by the Dashboard Light, and that’s been the extent of his baseball knowledge, intentionally, ever since. He’s having flashbacks now, the lyrics of that song sitting heavily in his head and in his gut as Steve drags him by the shirt to the backseat of the Beamer. 

It’s a humid night, the rain showers from earlier in the day did nothing to cool it down and made the air muggy and thick, even all the way out here on the edge of town where they’re parked. They’ve been sitting in the car in the field out past Merrill’s famous pumpkin patch for the better part of two or three hours, just talking and trying to figure out where their relationship stands.

Eddie came clean earlier, told Steve he meant it the other night after they’d blown each other, when he told Steve that he loved him. It’s been building and building in him for months, since the moments of quiet while they waited for the world to end back in March. They’d talked about the perception of Steve’s straightness, how he’d always had really intense friendships with other boys and how in retrospect now he can see them for the crushes they were.

And then they’d gotten down to making out. And they’d undone one another’s flies and gotten their hands on each other, panting and moaning into their kisses over the gearshift. And the whole time, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about that stupid song, the baseball interlude part with the announcer declaring the characters safe at second base while they made out in the car.

And now, here’s Steve, climbing over the center console to the backseat and dragging Eddie with him. It’s a tight fit back here, the windows cracked and the engine off, keys still hanging from the ignition. It’s humid in the car, smells like sweat and Steve’s expensive shampoo, and Eddie’s tee shirt is a little damp when Steve peels it off of him.

Steve drags his own shirt over his head too, punching the roof of the car with a sharp curse as he does, and Eddie’s frantic with the way he shoves his jeans and boxers off of one leg. Steve elbows him hard in the hip while he’s pushing his own jeans down far enough for his cock to spring free, and then Eddie throws one leg over Steve’s lap to straddle him.

Just like the first time they made out. This time, with far less fabric between them.

“Ready to hit this home run, sweetheart?”

Steve reaches around his to dip his hand into the pocket on the back of the passenger seat and pulls back with an unopened bottle of lube. 

“Think we can make it a grand slam,” he says as he pops the seal on the bottle and pours it over his fingers.

It’s a tight squeeze, getting Steve’s hand between them to creep underneath, where he pets and prods behind Eddie’s balls in search of his hole. Eddie jumps a little when he finds it, one slick finger rubbing circles over the tight, hairy clench of muscle he finds there. Eddie’s gazing down at him, and Steve is gazing right back up at Eddie, and his pupils go wide as he sinks his finger inside of him. The sensation makes Eddie gasp, his jaw dropping in surprise at the size of just one of those fingers as it slides home.

“Okay?” Steve asks in a whisper. He’s inside Eddie to the last knuckle, not moving, and Eddie can feel the way his second finger is curled against the skin of his asscrack right beside the first.

Eddie can’t find his breath, nods encouragingly for Steve to keep going, to move his finger, and Steve does. It slides out, and back in, and back out and inside again, and Eddie can feel the way his body is relaxing around it, the lube easing the way. Steve takes his cock in his other hand and strokes Eddie to keep him hard, and he whispers something but Eddie’s ears are full of cotton. He nods anyway, like he actually fuckin’ heard him, and a moan punches out of him when that second finger presses in beside the first.

It’s a stretch and a burn and Eddie is holding onto Steve’s shoulders for dear life as sweat pools in his collar bones and on his upper lip. Eddie tilts his hips back a little, seeking friction, and Steve begins to move the way he was before when it was just one finger, but this time every time he pulls back he spreads his fingers to open Eddie’s hole up more. Eddie can feel the way his pulse quickens with each outward stroke of those clever fingers and before he knows it he’s moving, fucking himself on them, clutching Steve’s wrist to hold him where he wants him while he takes and takes and takes.

“More,” Eddie hears himself say, and it comes out whiny, almost demanding, but Steve’s mouth finds Eddie’s throat at the same moment he shoves a third finger into Eddie’s asshole. He doesn’t hesitate anymore, thrusting those fucking fingers in and out and in and out, spreading them and pressing deep and curling them in a way that makes Eddie breathless with need, desperate for even more of that stretch and burn.

His hips are urgent, pressing down onto Steve’s fingers and up into the circle of his fist around his cock. Peering down to Steve’s lap, Eddie’s only a little surprised to find Steve hard and leaking, the slit of his cock shiny and red and swollen with need. If he could focus on anything more than the feeling of being stuffed full of Steve’s fingers and fucking into his hand he’d touch him, spread the lube over Steve’s cock himself so he can finally fucking impale himself on it like he’s been dreaming of for the past - fuck - several months.

“Your cock, Stevie,” Eddie gasps, whining as Steve finds that place inside him again that makes Eddie’s head swim and his vision spark with stars. “Need it. Ready for you. Where’s the lube?”

Steve’s hand leaves his cock to fish for the bottle, discarded and leaking, still open on the seat beside them and he presses it into Eddie’s hand. Eddie dumps the stuff into his palm and takes Steve’s cock in his hand, giving him a good hard jerk as he spreads it over the hot flesh of him. It sounds so fucking wet, Eddie’s hand moving over Steve’s cock like this, and Steve’s hand has stilled where his fingers are inside him. He’s groaning, thrusting into Eddie’s hand and slowly pulling his fingers free of his body for Eddie to gape and flex around nothing.

“C’mon,” Steve whispers as he guides Eddie’s hips into position over his cock. “Get over here.”

“Ready for this, slugger?” Eddie breathes, capturing Steve’s mouth in a filthy open mouthed kiss.

He shifts, maneuvering Steve’s cock against his hole and he sits, slowly, so fucking slowly.

“Ah, fuck, ” he grits out when the head pops through, and he forces himself to breathe.

Steve is staring up at him, his mouth falling open and gaping, a sound trapped in his throat as his brow furrows at the sensation.

Carefully, Eddie lowers himself more, hissing at the stretch and the slide of Steve’s cock into his body. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated in Steve’s lap, where he finally pauses to just bask in it. Steve is inside him. Steve’s cock is completely and totally inside Eddie’s hole, filling him up and stretching him out, making a home for itself. Steve is clutching him, his fingernails digging into the skin of Eddie’s hip and thigh, and there’ll be finger shaped bruises there by morning and Eddie’ll get them fucking tattooed to keep this memory forever if he has to.

Eddie leans back, hooking an arm around each of the headrests on the front seats, watching Steve’s eyes roam over his body as he does.

“Fuck me,” Eddie hears himself say. “Please, Stevie. Please fuck me.”

Steve does. He takes Eddie’s hips in his hands and lifts him up before driving into him and it’s like something breaks between them then. Steve plants his feet, lifting his hips off the seat and he sets into a steady, punishing rhythm. He’s got his head thrown back, the long line of his body taut and muscled, abs flexing with every thrust, his chest hair damp and curly with sweat. There’s no way the car isn’t rocking with the force of this thing between them, Steve’s brutal thrusts into Eddie’s body, the roll of Eddie’s hips as he meets him every single time.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good, Eds.” Steve says it like it’s all one word, the way you’d say amen at the end of a prayer. “Gonna live with my dick in your ass forever, fuck. ”

Eddie never thought sex would be like this. The sweat, the heat of it - that he expected. The hands on his skin, though, the reverence in Steve’s gaze as he looks at him, the little sounds they’re both making, the chants of “I love you I love you I love you” - this , he never anticipated.

“C’mere,” Steve whispers, reaching for Eddie, and Eddie goes to him. He takes his arms from where they’re hooked around the headrests and he pitches forward until his hands find Steve’s hair, until Steve’s mouth finds his own, until they’re kissing. It’s slower like this, pressed together, Eddie’s hips still rocking in time with Steve’s thrusts. The smell of Steve surrounds him like this. It’s all expensive shampoo and sweat and sex, and if Eddie could bottle it to keep he would.

Steve’s hand finds the small of Eddie’s back and presses, guiding him forward to rock down onto him and take him even deeper. Eddie’s cock drags along the planes of Steve’s abs and makes him dizzy. He’s amazed he’s lasted this long and certain he’s coming up on his release quick. Steve’s whispering into his mouth, moaning his name, calling him beautiful, calling him a good boy and Eddie’s got no idea why that’s doing it for him but it drags a whimper from somewhere deep in his soul. Eddie gasps when Steve finds that place within him again, and Steve sucks Eddie’s lip into his mouth.

“I love you,” Steve says again, and Eddie’s too breathless, too consumed with Steve to say it back so he kisses the words into him instead, licking into Steve’s mouth as he quickens the pace of his hips to chase his release. It’s there, it’s building, it’s within sight now and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop it when he gets there.

Steve’s hand comes between them to touch Eddie, wrap around him and move against him.

“Ready to come for me?” he whispers against Eddie’s lips, and Eddie is. He is very, very much ready to come for Steve, ready to bust all over his hand, in his chest hair, ready to lick him clean afterwards.

“Come inside me,” Eddie says, and Steve groans. 

Briefly, Steve’s rhythm falters a little. His thrusts get jerky, twitchy, and then he presses deep with a cry, spilling deep into Eddie’s body. There’s a flood of warmth, slick and perfect, and Steve’s hips don’t stop, his hand flying over Eddie’s cock to bring him off and there, right on the precipice of release Eddie cries out. He lets it wash over him, barrel through him, and he makes a mess of Steve’s skin with every splash of cum against his chest.

“Fuck,” Eddie breathes when it’s over. “Holy fuck, Stevie, shit. Is sex always like that?”

“Sex has never been like that,” Steve laughs. “Jesus Christ, Eds. Jesus fucking Christ. You’re it for me, I think.”

“Well, shit, after that I’d fuckin’ hope so.”

“Maybe a bed next time, huh?”

Carefully, Eddie lifts himself up off of Steve’s lap, Steve’s cock falling free from his hole and -

“Oh, Jesus, it’s leaking out of me, what the fuck? ”

Steve laughs again, drawing Eddie back down into his lap so he can kiss him some more. He threads their fingers together and holds him there, his other hand coming up to push Eddie’s hair out of his face. They’re tacky with sweat and cum but it’s perfect, and distantly, Eddie hears Steve begin to hum a little tune. Eddie thinks he recognizes it, but his brain hasn’t come back from wherever he threw it earlier and he can’t seem to…

“Take me out to the ball game,” Steve sings under his breath, and Eddie snorts. 

Yeah. That was it. Fuckin’ jocks.

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[saltymongoose]

With the nose asks I'm surprised no ones brought up nose bleeds. I get them pretty often so I can imagine the first time any grunt sees the Player just randomly throw their head back as they ask for a napkin Probably doesn't matter how severe it is they're gonna freak out. Doc (and or Jeb and Hof depending on where Player is) completely losing it on the inside as it seems to be bleeding from the inside, and then mid way through mentally preparing himself for surgery or something Player's like "yeah it happens when the airs dry" or "Oh I broke my nose one time and now it just happens occasionally."

I love it - yet another distinctly human phenomenon to throw the grunts into absolute pandemonium lmao.

Any injury that the Player gets becomes the top concern of whoever they're with, and random, causeless ones are the most panic-inducing of them. At least if you trip or get hit by a spray of debris, your grunts can properly assess the situation and use their background knowledge to help you. But if you get a nosebleed, it essentially concerns a body part of yours that they know very little about sustaining a wound that has zero obvious cause to exist.

It's not like you got hit there or anything, which then leads your grunts to fear that you've got internal bleeding or perhaps a bad head injury that's only making itself known now. You know, otherwise lethal things.

Even the most intelligent of grunts (i.e. Christoff and Hofnarr, perhaps even 2BDamned) are stumped on what to do, which of course just pushes them further into a panicked spiral. They're rushing to get medical supplies for you, pushing you to tell them all about your wound while subtly nudging you to lie down on whatever flat surface is closest so they can examine you, and even preparing mentally for surgery on the most important person in their life. You're sitting there with a tissue to your nose and a mostly nonchalant expression while they're trying to come to terms with taking your life in their hands to do urgent brain surgery.

The funny thing is that they're so worried it causes you to be more concerned over them than your own nosebleed. You don't want them to get a heart attack, so you gently try to reassure them that you're okay while trying to stop your blood from dirtying your shirt too badly.

Since we're on the topic of them, I also think that these three grunts in particular are probably the easiest to calm down (at least outwardly) with your explanation of what a common nosebleed is. Their panic comes from it being you who's bleeding combined with their lack of knowledge over what's happening to you. And also what they should do to help treat you, which is actually nothing because you have it handled - but you know they're not going to be content with that, so you may as well assign them to be your "nurses" during this whole mishap. If not only for their peace of mind.

As for the other grunts, their distress is far worse by comparison, because 9/10 times they don't even have any background with medical things at all - nor have most of them had in-depth discussions about your anatomy like Doc. And given how much blood can pour out of your nose when it happens, you're going to have to try a bit harder than you'd like to convince them that no, you're not dying, this is just sort of normal for you. (Cue them freaking out again because wtf, bleeding like this is a usual thing for you? Why??)

Even after your nosebleed passes, your grunts are going to be far more cautious and protective around you than they usually are (which is saying something). They wouldn't want to risk you being hurt again after such a recent injury, especially after losing all of that blood.

[ghoulfuckersincorporated]

Would you ever do Kent Connolly headcannons?

Kent Connolly (Fallout 4) NSFW Headcanons

Very inexperienced, likely a virgin. Kent spends most of his time living in the past to protect himself from the pain of the present, and that tendency has closed him off from most forms of intimacy and interpersonal connection for the duration of his life. He was quite charismatic and somewhat of an extrovert before the war, and maintains the ability to be quite charming if he opens up to someone, but everything he's been through has forced him to largely retreat into his shell. He yearns for company, for love, but the idea of having to make himself vulnerable to someone else (knowing how hurtful and outright dangerous people in this world can be) is very intimidating for him. Be gentle. Be patient.

Doesn't really consume any kind of visual pornography; no dirty magazines, no holotape porn. He will, on occasion, read romance novels that can get a bit smutty, but nothing too explicit or crazy. He understands the basic mechanics of sex, but he's both embarrassed and intimidated by the idea of doing any digging to learn more on his own. What if someone catches him? The thought of that makes him wanna curl up and die. Definitely wouldn't be hurt by a little walk through an anatomy textbook; it's a bit clinical, but giving him straightforward, factual information is probably the best way to approach getting him comfortable with sexual topics.

Masturbates, but pretty rarely. His discomfort with his body and his own desires stops him most of the time, but sometimes he just needs a little relief. It's never particularly fun or erotic, more like scratching an annoying itch, so he's used to sexual pleasure being quick and fleeting. Kent would absolutely crumble if you tried edging him.

Poor thing has a rather unhealthy relationship with his sexual desires; lacks a fine understanding of the difference between "debauched, perverted thoughts one should be deeply ashamed to even have" and "perfectly normal feelings of sexual attraction". Feels incredibly guilty for "objectifying you" in his own mind and actively tries to not ogle you to the point where it starts to cast doubt on whether or not he's actually attracted to you in that way. If you ask him about it, he'll explain that he wants to be respectful. Have fun explaining to him that there's a time and place for some kinds of "disrespect"…

Would prefer to be partially, if not mostly clothed when you two are fooling around, at least early on. Anyone being nude feels like a lot of pressure and it takes him out of the moment.

Has basically zero kink knowledge, save for things people have told him to mess with him a bit throughout the years and things he's overheard and misunderstood, so he's rather terrified of the idea of doing anything but vanilla intercourse if you don't very gently ease your way into it. If there's something that you want that's important to you, he'll be willing to try, but you'll have to start him off very slowly. That said, once you start to get him more comfortable overall and show him that sex doesn't have to be so intimidating, he'll be more open to exploration without the anxiety. Besides, he's not without...special interests of his own. Let him see you in a pair of old-fashioned nylon stockings if you want a good example of that.

Nice, slow progression is best with him. Don't be surprised if he's more than happy to spend quite a while just kissing, petting, fooling around over your clothes. Any attention or affection from someone as beautiful as you has him over the moon, so never in a million years would he be greedy enough to push for more (especially a 'more' he doesn't really feel ready for yet).

Excellent with his hands and even better at taking direction. He's very capable of making you feel good once the two of you really get to enjoying one another, and it's a huge confidence boost for him.

Once he gets over his hangup about being naked, the most natural progression is to have a lot of "outercourse" (basically everything but penetrative sex). You both get your needs met and there's the thrill of getting to roll around naked with you, but without the pressure of having to fully perform sexually. He wants to just let things progress as it feels natural. The first time he starts to actually penetrate you, it's probably entirely on accident and the two of you just go with it because the moment feels right. Nice and low-pressure.

He also worries about the idea of making you sick or hurting you accidentally if you jump right into "going all the way"; he's a pretty old ghoul, and his bodily fluids are quite radioactive as a result. It settles his fears a lot if he sees you take Rad-X before you two do anything, and Radaway if there's even so much as a hint that you're reacting badly afterwards. But you'll still have to basically force him to cum inside you if that's what you want.

His little stutter gets a hundred times more noticeable when he's about to cum and doesn't improve until his heart rate's gone all the way back down after he's shot his load.

[lumpy-veev]

A loose thought in my head about our dear, sweet Lady Ethereal. Spoilers for Nine Sols ahead!

Okay. So. Eigong was definitely the one who did this, right?

If any of the Dusk Guardians could tell that Lady Ethereal had life support unhooked from her Vital Sanctum, at the very least they'd hook it back in, right? Bar that, they'd find a way to wake her up, right?? They'd have no reason to stick her in a jar, they're just here to work until they're discharged. So it wasn't them.

None of the other sols had reason to do it.

Goumang had complicated plans to make her greenhouse adhere to, and while she knew that solarian brains could be used for the neural network, she didn't seem interested doing so.

I'd wager Yanlao has exactly zero knowledge about anatomy and biology, he was too busy kissing up to the rich.

Jiequan wouldn't have done it unless there was transmutational value in it, and though he probably would've found Lady E's suffering interesting, he probably wouldn't have gone with the jarred brain method.

Fuxi was dealing with Tianhuo, and Nuwa's a rich, traumatized brat who's more worried about her brother than anyone else.

Kuafu just straight up wouldn't do something like that.

Yi was dead!

In the final boss battle, Eigong has this to say to Yi.

And...

She tried to trap Yi in her Soulscape. She was expecting it to last longer. She knew how to make her Soulscape something other than pleasant dreams and a gallery of memories.

I'm not saying this is concrete evidence. But it's something.

But why would she do that? Why would Eigong subject Lady Ethereal to an utter loss of autonomy and 500 years of horrifying nightmares? The whole thing's excessively cruel, even for her.

Maybe Lady Ethereal discovered something.

My thought is that Lady Ethereal caught a glimpse of the truth, and it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Not only were her colleagues and her beloved daughter dead, the system they died for was going to be used by the person that created the Tianhuo, that doomed solarian-kind.

So right before she put herself in her Vital Sanctum minus the life support, she sabotaged the Soulscape system, planning to die with its secrets.

But Eigong found her. Pried open her mind to find out how to fix it, and then made her a part of her life's work.

Made sure she didn't die, for good measure.

[shelaghdette]

the mischaracterisation of shelagh turner

this post will be a bit of a ramble, and i promise im not directly attacking any one person or group! i've just seen a few things over the course of my involvement with the fandom that trouble me a bit.

as a disclaimer: i LOVE shelagh intensely. she's perhaps my favourite fictional character in ANY piece of media. of course i have my own fixed opinions, so this makes me inherently biased. take whatever i say with a pinch of salt, im just an internet lesbian.

damselification

there's a common take in the fandom that shelagh left the order just for patrick. i'd like to argue this isnt true. patrick was a massive part of her reason, and i'd even agree that falling for him gave her the final push, but we have evidence to suggest she was considering it LONG before we first saw the turnadette plot.

shelagh wanted to hang out with the GIRLS. shelagh saw jenny, trixie and cynthia's freedom and she wanted it. in the beginning, it had very little to do with a man. when she takes her wimple off and stands in front of the mirror, shes trying to find herself.

shelagh had a desire to be a free woman. being in love with patrick was a part of it, but not the whole picture.

even when she did choose to be with patrick, she made those decisions all on her own. she didn't read the letters he sent her until she was already certain of her choice. she wasn't going to be begged, and she wasn't going to beg him, either. shelagh would have left the order whether patrick really wanted to be with her or not.

in fics, shelagh is often portrayed as a helpless baby who needed patrick to save her from her indecision paralysis. i don't think this is true.

stupification (sex mention ahead!)

shelagh is a MIDWIFE. not only that, she's confirmed to be the most accomplished and talented in her field at nonnatus house. i would argue her intelligence and competence in her job is equal to, if not greater, than her husband's. she has an extensive knowledge of the female anatomy. she's studied it for years. she works with it every single day.

SO PLEASE STOP ACTING LIKE SHELAGH TURNER WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT A BLOODY CLITORIS IS! the amount of smut fics ive read that have been instantly ruined by patrick mansplaining her own anatomy to her is not ridiculously high, but it isnt zero either. and whenever it happens, it does my head in. i'm not saying shelagh's going to leave the order and immediately become an absolute sex goddess, that's also unrealistic. but dear god, she knows what her own bits are called. it's just another way she's infantilized and turned into a weak little angel baby who patrick has to smother and save.

on a less nsfw note, i just feel like some fics don't give shelagh's intelligence the credit it's due. it's hard to fully explain without giving examples (which i don't want to do bc i feel like that's unfair and really mean), but in general, patrick just hand-holds her a lot and explains basic things she'd have no trouble understanding on her own. girly is CLEVER. let her be clever.

[orth82]

Inspired by @nohaijiachi .. I am rusty AF at drawing and have zero knowledge of bird anatomy but I need more ineffable husbirds in my life, dagnabbit! Work in progress. Please don't judge 😊🙈

[taikk0]

hey! I adore your art :-D how do you draw the ROTTMNT turtles, and do you have any advice about how to draw them? I have a really hard time drawing them, and you're really really good at drawing them. /nf

this isn’t even a tutorial it’s just a showcase of my weirdo art process 💀 anyways uh. yeah this is how the magic happens i am aware this was not helpful <3

to make up for it, here r a few tips i’d like to give from personal experience

utilize your knowledge of gesture and structure. they go hand in hand, gesture giving energy, and structure giving solid dimensional form. just because its 2D and that you’re capable of cheating the way it looks doesn’t mean you can fully bypass certain art fundamentals.

take the time to learn and get used to their shapes and anatomy. they’re not really comparable to proper proportionate humans, they’re exaggerated and angular. not to mention the fact that each of the characters are modeled after a certain shape. it’s best to go back to ground zero, and adapt to the way these characters are built without the interference of it not being anatomically proportionate.

USE REFERENCES OFTEN!!! even if you think you don’t need them anymore, not using references can legit screw up your perception of the characters while you draw them. (don’t be like me lol my older stuff was so off model it was EMBARRASSING)

(old on left, new on right)

keep drawing them to your hearts content! it doesn’t have to be perfect, you just have to be confident in your own abilities as an artist and keep drawing what you want, despite what you think about your work. eventually, you will improve, and to improve, you have to get comfortable with drawing them!

i don’t really have much to say about how i draw them or how to teach anyone how, but i hope this helped somehow 👍

[toweringclam]

Harrow Nova headcanons:

General

The Ninth House is doing a lot better in this timeline.

The Reverend Parents are still alive

The tomb hasn't been opened (yet...)

Pilgrims still visit, and some even stay

In fact, rumors of the Reverand Daughter's power have brought more pilgrims than ever (still not a lot, tho)

Harrow Nova

Has attempted to murder the Reverend Daughter multiple times with (unbeknownst to her) a reasonable success rate.

Has continued her tween B&E spree by stealing books from the library

Is actually more knowledgeable than Gideon on necromantic theory

Would seriously be in the prison by now if Gideon wasn't constantly advocating for her.

Is not actually as tough as she thinks she is, but fights dirty. Dueling to the floor is her only real hope against someone of Ortus's size.

Gideon Nanagraha

A true natural prodigy at necromancy with immense power and absolutely zero grasp of theory.

Creates skeletons with highly dubious anatomy. (Skeleboobs, anyone?)

Still buff, but it's all gym muscle, no practical muscle. These guns are firing blanks.

Probably skips leg day.

Is well aware of her status as a useful replacement rather than a beloved daughter and suffers from massive imposter syndrome.

Really wants to be Harrow's friend but says all the wrong things.

Opens the tomb right before she leaves.