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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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The Dream - Chapter Fifteen.

Oh bloody blimey, besties! I should have had this with you about five hours ago, lmao! I was to preoccupied with S5 dropping, I totally forgot! I hope you enjoy it, this was a chapter I loved writing for several reasons... especially nudging them together in the spice department ;) Huge thanks to all my regular givers of that all-important engagement, you’re lovely. Mwah!

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen

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Words - 3,023

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

The scenery that took them from the built up area of Provo and out towards Keri’s home was stunning, Angel thought, all tree lined roads that were still snow-capped, although like she’d told him during their time apart, there’d been no real deluges since the huge downfall that had left them stuck in at Frankie and Jaime’s apartment the previous Saturday.

The small crescent Keri lived upon, only a five-minute walk from the foot of the mountains consisted of just seven houses, all chalet style, lots of darkly stained wood with long driveways, Keri pulling into the one with the bright yellow mailbox out front, parking up next to a Toyota Crown, Angel pointing at the dark grey vehicle. “She’s still here. Fuck.”

“Come on, it’ll be fine,” she reassured him, hopping out of the car, Angel making that same small noise of dread in the back of his throat he had while at the airport. He usually didn’t give a shit what people thought of him, as was the case with her friend Aaron and his disproval, but with her mom, it did matter to him more.

Entering the house, he looked around at the décor, lots of pale jewel tones, heavy wood and thick rugs. It was cosy, rustic chic, very befitting of the location, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it up before kicking off his boots, not able to resist giving Keri’s butt a little stroke as she bent to unzip her boots. She turned with a grin, kissing him and walking through the lounge, turning right into the large, pale sage kitchen, Meryl looking up from where she’d been rooting in her bag with a small smile.

“Well,” she began, walking over and extending her hand, looking him up and down, “never let it be said that my daughter doesn't pick the good-looking ones. Hello Angel, I'm Meryl.” Civility, phew. Keri’s insides breathed a little sigh of relief.

He leaned to kiss her cheek as they shook hands, his hammering heart slowing a little to have been greeted with reasonable warmth. He had wondered. “Nice to meet you, and I hope you don't hate me too much either.”

Her eyebrows fluttered a touch. “That remains to be seen when I actually get to sit and talk to you properly! Anyway, I gotta dash. See you both later.” Kissing Keri on the cheek, she hauled her bag over her arm and left, leaving Angel to breathe a sigh of somewhat relief.

“Well, she didn’t take one look and tell me to fuck off, so there’s that, I guess,” he laughed, Keri encircling his waist in a hug as he yawned. “Would you mind if I went up and got a little sleep? Since you have your friends coming anyway, it keeps me out of your hair.”

“Not at all, come on.” He followed her up the stairs, Keri showing him the spare room before taking him to hers. “You can sleep in my room for now. What mom can’t see, she can’t get mad over. I like the idea of you being up here in my bed anyway.”

He began taking his clothes off, stripping down to his boxers before climbing beneath the covers, the raw cotton linen soft and comfy against his skin. “How long do we have until your girls arrive?”

She looked at her watch, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “About an hour.” A squeal left her mouth when he immediately sat up, yanking her down by his side, wrapping her in his arms.

“Stay here until then, even though I probably will be asleep in five minutes, I like having you next to me when I am.” He kissed her cheek, Keri running her hand up and down the bulk of his arm, feeling his lips press a few kisses against her neck.

“Deal. Want me to save you some breakfast?”

“No thanks, baby. I’m good, I ate two footlong subs before I got on the plane.”

“God, that’d send me into hibernation!” she exclaimed, Angel laughing, kissing the side of her neck again. She lay there with him, continuing the lazy stroking of his arm, realising that after less than two minutes, he’d drifted off. “Five minutes, my ass, sleepy man.” Untangling herself, she got up off the bed, leaving him somewhat reluctantly to go and make preparations for breakfast.

Her clumsiness very much extended to her cooking endeavours, Keri deciding to play it safe and make a tray bake, throwing in bacon, cut up sausages, tomatoes and mushrooms into a large crock dish ready to put into the oven and then crack a few eggs over halfway through cooking. The result? A one dish bake of loveliness that she likely wouldn’t ruin, to be served with toast and a big pot of coffee.

She had just successfully cracked the eggs into it and closed the oven once more when the doorbell chimed at just gone 8am, rushing to let her friends in, Rachel hopping up and down.

“Move! I need to pee!”

“Go upstairs,” Keri advised quickly, steering her towards the stairs. “The downstairs isn’t flushing.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna wet myself!” she continued, Keri and Frankie greeting one another with a hug and kiss as Rachel stormed the stairs.

“I swear, she has a bladder the size of an egg cup,” the latter joked. “Oh, before I forget! Jaime said can she have the top you borrowed back, please?”

“Yeah, sorry I did mean to bring it with me to college in the week. I’ll go get it now, coffee is done so go help yourself.” She was just coming back out of her bedroom as Rachel exited the bathroom, peering over her shoulder, an elegantly groomed eyebrow rising significantly higher than the other.

“So, you’re seriously telling me, you’re making a man as good looking as he is, with a chest like that, wait for sex?”

Keri gave her arm a soft thump. “Don’t be a perv!”

“Oh, honey!” She exclaimed softly as Keri closed her bedroom door quietly. “If I were you, I would have cancelled with us this morning and been quite happily in there, sitting right on his face.”

A little flicker of fire licked her insides, Keri remembering doing just that to him in a dream once. “Hmm,” she began as they descended the stairs. “I might give him a little something before he leaves again. I might not.”

“Nothing wrong with a little bit of something, a little tease,” Rachel giggled, giving her shoulders a soft squeeze.

“Who’s teasing? You mean Keri and her big ole’ wedge of man upstairs?” Frankie called as they entered the kitchen. “Still not uncrossing your legs for the poor fella then, K?”

“That remains to be seen,” she spoke sweetly, moving to the toaster and placing the bread in.

Frankie snorted into her coffee mug. “Beets, just give up the P! How long has it been since you got laid?”

Her mouth twisted into an uncomfortable grimace. “Three months.”

“Oh, oh three months, she says, three months, she throws out like it’s nothing,” Frankie spoke, her voice full of comic dismissiveness. “Get up those stairs and have a ride on him, go on. We can wait, can’t we?”

Rachel nodded rapidly. “We can.”

“Quit it!” they were advised, Keri feeling her cheeks reddening. “You two are awful.”

Rachel cocked her head, taking a seat next to Frankie. “I’ll take that.”

“Yeah, me too.” Her grin finally made Keri crack as she placed the dish down on the place mats upon the island, laughing as she began to serve up the breakfast, Frankie helping by getting up to go and butter the toast.

They enjoyed their food, chattering away as they ate and then cleared up the mess, Keri picking up her camera and taking a few beautifully candid shots of them both, turning to show them along the way.

“Oh, look at that one!” Frankie gushed, viewing the close up of Rachel smiling the way the light caught the green tones in her eyes, the vibrancy of her red hair even more luminous, the subject herself loving it just as much.

“Yeah, that looks amazing.”

All three of them nearly died of fright at the sudden appearance of Angel, three shocked squeaks making him rumble with laughter, Frankie smacking him in the abs with an almighty slap against his bare skin.

“Dickhead!” she cried, Angel wrapping her in a hug, kissing the top of her head, greeting Rachel too, who grinned hugely at being squished against the very chest she’d so admired, Angel then moving to Keri, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he stood behind her.

“Thought you were sleeping?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Turns out two hours is all I needed. Besides, can I be blamed for there being three gorgeous women in the house and me not coming to hang out with them?”

“Charmer,” Frankie snorted. “You gotta dial it back, or Rachel will be sliding off her fucking stool.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, eyes fixing on Rachel, mortified by her friend. “Like what you see, huh, Rach?”

“Keri is a lucky girl, that’s all I’m saying,” she spoke, side eyeing a very proud looking Frankie, who just kept right on going.

“She isn’t that lucky! We’ve been told, Angel, that she’s being all coy where giving up the P is concerned.” Keri’s lips tightened, glad Angel was behind her so he couldn’t see the look on her face, her eyes widening in a ‘don’t you dare!’ stare of death. “You’d probably get further with a nun.”

Immediately, he boomed with laughter, but not solely in response to the joke. “I did, one time.”

“What?” Frankie shouted. “You tried to fuck a nun?”

“Didn’t try.” Leaning forward, he reached for a shiny, red apple from the fruit bowl. “Did fuck her, mamas.”

Keri’s mouth dropped open, turning to look at him as he bit into the apple, the others wearing the exact same faces of shock. “You defiled one of god’s wives?”

He shrugged, winking. “She liked it.”

Immediately, Frankie reached across the island, throwing her fist forward. “Bump it, bro. That’s the best score I’ve ever heard in my life!” He obliged, laughing.

“Unholy come-union,” Rachel added, Angel bellowing with laughter.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Keri was still stuck in shock, Angel reaching beneath her chin with his thumb and shutting her gaping mouth. “What?”

“You!”

“I bet he’s got way naughtier stories in his arsenal,” Frankie added, her eyes alight. She loved hearing about other people’s wild shenanigans.

“Oh, I do, but I don’t wanna mortify Keri. We’ll have some bro time, I’ll tell you then,” he vouched with a nod. Once again, Keri’s head swivelled comically to look at him.

“Ahem, I’m not made of glass,” she muttered, poking him under his chin.

“Fine,” he spoke through a mouthful of apple. “Frances, proceed.”

Her question was immediate, like it had been burning the tip of her tongue. “Most forbidden fuck you’ve ever had, apart from the nun?”

“That wasn’t forbidden. She was running away from her convent, I gave her a ride, took her home and she gave me one. Simple,” he began, Rachel screaming with laughter above the giggles of her friends. “Nah, the worst one was when I banged the wife of a rival club’s president.”

Frankie grinned. “I’m sensing there’s an ‘and’, here.”

“And I might’ve filmed it.”

“And?”

“Might’ve sent it to him.”

“And?”

“Might’ve instigated a small war.”

“And?”

“Might’ve got kicked right in the crotch by our club president for not being able to keep my dick under control.”

Keri was folded in half, her laughter making her sides hurt. “You are so bad!”

“I am,” he confessed. “Well, I was. I’ve calmed down a little now, though.” Bishop’s boot meeting his cock at a hundred miles an hour had checked him adequately, even though eventually, he’d found Angel’s antics pretty funny.

Frankie could barely breathe for laughing. “He’s an animal, I love him!” she cried, wiping her tears of laughter, Angel grinning, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Keri stood and composed herself, basking in the affection of him, the humour of his stories, and the glow that her friends seemed to think he was just as amazing as she did. He’d settled right into her world, like a jigsaw piece that was always meant to click into place there.

A while later, after her friends had left and her jigsaw piece had decided he wanted to go back to bed for a while, she stood in the kitchen putting away plates after the dishwasher had finished its cycle, thinking on the things he’d told them.

She knew Angel was an incredibly sexual person, it was something that radiated from him in shades, but she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t feel a little intimidated over the fact that his sexual experience eclipsed hers in shades. She wasn’t a virginal princess, she very much had a wild side that liked to reveal itself when she felt secure enough to do so, but it did nag at her a tiny bit. Was he really okay with waiting, truly? Was she overthinking things?

“Nothing wrong with a little bit of something, a little tease.” Rachel’s words returned to her there. Maybe, it might be just the thing to make her relax, take a little power herself, redress the balance. He’d asked her not to be a cock tease, but hell, he might enjoy her being playful with him?

The anticipation of pleasure was, after all, a very considerable pleasure in itself.

“Oh, giving me a little strip, huh?” Angel asked after she’d joined him in her bedroom, removing her sock and jeans, her undies and top remaining.

“Only a very brief one.” Lifting the covers, she climbed in beside him, cuddling up against him. “Since I won’t have this later, I’m getting it now.”

“What, teasing me with those gorgeous legs?”

Sticking one out from under the covers, she examined it with a soft hum. “Yeah, they’re not bad, are they?”

“I’m sure they’ll be even better when they’re wrapped around me.”

The coyness of her smile gave way to something truly devilish, Angel feeling arousal stir low within him. “I remember you saying you wanted to watch that Vikings show when we spoke in the week. Shall we, since we have no plans to go out until tomorrow?”

“Yeah, can do.” he replied casually, Keri exiting the comforter once more, crawling to the end of the bed to begin hunting for her TV remote. Oh, god. She knew what she was doing, the sight of her ass in a small pair of black undies making that little stirring suddenly whirl much more ferociously for him. “You need to stop with that shit.”

Looking back over her shoulder, her eyes wide an innocent, it took Angel all he had not to launch himself at her. “I’ve no idea what you mean, big guy. I’m just looking for the remote.”

Like fuck, she had no idea. “Ahh, got it!” Shuffling back, she switched the TV on, getting comfortable beside him again. She could feel his eyes fixed upon her, turning to kiss his chest. “What?”

He sucked a breath over his teeth. “The fucking audacity. Presenting me with the very thing I’d fucking eat from front to back, given half the damned chance, shit!” Again, she was in hysterics, Angel just looking mildly pained.

“That thorough, huh?” she winked, kissing him when he growled in frustration, turning her over and pinning her beneath his weight.

“What’s that I said about not being a cock tease?” He arched an eyebrow at her, Keri biting her lip, deliberately brushing his sides with her thighs. “Oh, baby girl. If you play me, I'll fucking play back, and you won't like it one bit.”

Her lips tilted into a grin. “Is that how it is, hmm?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, kissing her chest, taking her wrists and pushing them down above her head, holding her there pinned easily with one hand encircling both. “That’s how it is.”

“So, you have me pinned, what's next?” she asked, a smirk tilting her pretty mouth. He didn't answer her in words, leaning to her, offering slow, lazy kisses, tickling her lips with his tongue before it slid against hers, his free hand beginning to trail up and down her side. It was barely anything at all, actions wise, but already, she felt heat beginning to glow through her depths, their kisses becoming heavier, Angel moving between her legs a little closer, pressing his rigid cock against her apex.

“This is next, if you really, really want it,” he began, her thighs tensing at his waist. “Or maybe this.” He flickered his tongue speedily at the side of her throat, his hand moving down, a finger dipping to trail beneath the elastic of her underwear. “Up to you, pretty girl, whether I dick you down slow, or lick you quickly.”

He looked down upon her again, her chest flushed pink, her lips parted as she panted softly, her pupils fully blown, leaning to her, kissing her with filthy heat. “And I know whatever you choose, I have you so damned worked up right now, it’d only take about ten seconds before you came, either all over my dick, or my tongue. So, which one do you want?”

“I... I...” she gasped, arching against him, feeling heavy from the ache of lust between her legs. “I don’t know.” Another kiss, and she was on fire, Angel moving his mouth to her neck once more, his cock pushing against her harder.

“Well, y’all got plenty of time to make up your mind, because you ain’t getting either any time soon.” Releasing his grasp, he turned onto his back, winking at her stunned face. “I told you not to play me.”

“Oh, I’m going to get you back so bad for that.”

Lifting his chin with narrowed eyes, his mouth broadened into a grin. “Bring it.”

#angel reyes #angel reyes fanfiction #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #angel reyes smut #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x ofc #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc smut #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

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mimble-sparklepudding · 2 years

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Munday Ask Meme.

Share your wallpaper: My PC wallpaper is a picture a friend did of me as a teddy bear drinking decaf tea and eating Pringles.

Unfortunately/Fortunately I can't work out how to share that.

My Mobile background is a picture of the Liz Climo Bear (slightly ursine theme apparently). Below Cut for Length.

The last song you listened to: Does Instrumental Music count?

In which case Berlin Song by Ludovico Einaudi because I was feeling maudlin.

Currently reading: I always have about three different books on the go at any one time. Currently it's a history book about the development of empires, a book for work about therapeutic parenting and The Moomins (no really).

Last Movie: Oh blimey, I don't watch many movies. I think I watched A Muppet Christmas Carol in December?

Craving: I am on a diet so currently I am craving All The Food.

What are you wearing right now? Adidas Tracksuit bottoms and a black T-Shirt with a red Superman logo.

How tall are you: 6'4"/ 193.04 cm

Piercings: I have pierced ears, but I'm thinking of taking the rings out. I had some quite nice silver ones, but I had to take them out for a CT Scan and they broke, so now I have some black rings in, but they are a bit big and make me look like a goth pirate.

Tattoos: None. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment. Plus I'd like to provide a better canvas.

Glasses? Contacts? I probably do need my eyes checked, but I can see well enough and glasses would be another thing I would lose all the time.

Last drink: Decaf Tea! (Yorkshire Tea for Hard Water, because the tap water here is yukko).

Last show: Again not much of a TV person, but I have been rewatching Smack The Pony on Youtube to cheer myself up!

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Last thing you ate: Packet of Fridge Raiders and some Pom Bear Crisps.

Favorite color: White or Turquoise

Current obsession: Do I have obsessions? Not sure. I play a lot of FFXIV and that's probably the most relevant one for here!

Unrelated obsession: Possibly the Pom Bear Crisps (low calorie crisps AND they are shaped like bears!)

Any pets: No pets :( I want a puppy, but living in rental accommodation means no pets allowed.

Do you have a crush on anyone? In my day to day life not really, although I do appreciate many of the gentlemen I chance to observe, it wouldn't be polite to stare. Otherwise Jack Laugher - if he took off his clothes in front of me there's a high chance I would eat them...

Favorite fictional character: Oh gosh, too many to mention really. In FFXIV Tataru, Dulia-Chai, Vtra... Otherwise Uhura in Star Trek made a big impression on me as a child, as did Keehar in Watership Down. Sam Gamgee for representing simple decency in extreme circumstances. Many more.

The last place you traveled: The last place I travelled that was any significant distance away would be Newcastle. The last foreign place I went to was Denmark.

Tagged by @irisopranta and I think some other people too!

Tagging: @lookbluesoup @draculas-husband and @pumpkinmagekupo and anyone else who wants to try. Hopefully your answers are more interesting than mine!

#Munday asks #not ffxiv #honestly try the crisps #they're amazing #also hooray moomins #Youtube

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nostalgia-tblr · 2 years

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I finished Chapter 3 of the AU! Blimey, this one was a bit of a struggle at times. But here it is and now I can move on to the next chapter and start being annoyed at it instead!

The Chapter Summary is thus: The ever-so-important baby is finally born and Loki starts to wonder if there are maybe (possibly, perhaps) one or two more downsides to this plan than he thought there’d be back when he first suggested it. (SPOILER: There are.)

Title: An Heir And A Spare (The Extended Version) (Chapter 3/7) (AO3) Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Thor (Movies), MCU Rating: Explicit Pairing: Loki/Sylvie, Sylvie/Thor Wordcount: ~5,500 for this chapter (18,000 total so far) Additional Tags: Monarchies, Arranged Marriage, Consort Queens, Alternate Universe – Royalty, political machinations, bits of history shoved in with little regard for accuracy, Asgard (Marvel), discussion of (presumed) infertility, Adultery, Sex, (a lot of sex), (no like REALLY a lot), Babies, Children, Procreative Sex, Pregnancy, off-screen childbirth, Falling In Love, Secret Relationship, Kind of dark, Fucked Up, Bastards (both kinds), Sibling Rivalry, Thor Is A Good Bro (...mostly), Unfortunately Loki Is Not, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary: Queen Sylvie of Asgard is determined to gain influence in the monarchy she married into, and her best bet lies in providing an heir (and for preference a spare as well) for the royal family. Unfortunately, her husband hasn’t been much help on that front. Even more unfortunately, his brother just might be. On paper it’s only a half-terrible plan, but one bad idea often leads to another and it’s hard to keep secrets when some of those secrets have names and a place in the line of succession.

#the sylki au that got longer and wronger #loki fic #my fic

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killjoygem · 2 years

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Random quotes in Doctor Who that live rent free in my mind

"So.... anyone for dodgems?"

"All my stuffs on there!" "Not anymore! :D"

"Because its cool, look how cool this stuff is!!"

"He's always wanted to see the stars" "tell him to go stand outside then"

"Am I....ginger?" "No you're just sort of... brown" "aw ive always wanted to be ginger!"

"*high pitched* I'm a girl!!.....no. No im not a girl. And still not ginger!!"

"His head?!" "I think it would be easier just to remove the whole thing, dont you?" "wouldn't that kill him?" "Well you're the medical expert but. I'd say so 👀"

"You sent me to get coffee?" "Three weeks ago. In Glasgow."

"Ow!" "I did say it would hurt" "no you didn't" "oh well i meant to"

"Blimey, have you got space teeth???"

"Clara! Excellent, pop your clothes on that chair there"

"I'm the doctor and I'm so cool, oops! I'm wearing Sandshoes!"

"Oh my god" "no, but its an easy mistake to make"

"If you're from space how come you sound like your from the North?" "Lots of planets have a north"

"Are you from outer space" "no that's ridiculous, I'm from a planet just like everybody else" "this planet?" ".....no not this one specifically"

"Are you capable of talking without waving your hands about?" "Yes! No."

"Cus youre thick, youre thick thickitty thick head from thick town, thickania. And so's your dad."

"They gave me a name tag in case I forget who I am which is very helpful, as that does happen."

"I was on my way to this gay gypsy bar mitzvah for the disabled when I thought to myself "gosh the third reichs a bit rubbish! I think I'll kill the fuhrer" who's with me?!"

"I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you... he can be very mean sometimes, except to me of course because he loves me so much"

"You should make it voice activated" "..." "oh for god sake, it is, isn't it?" "I dont want to talk about it"

"You are so doing those roots" "what, the roots of a sunset?" "Don't you dare" "I'll have to check with the stars themselves"

I could literally keep going forever

#i know so much of this is 12 his era is just so quotable 😭#doctor who #dw

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summerwritesfics · 2 years

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⛓️Thank You For Your Generous Donation

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 4788 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Modern AU, Livestreaming, Breeding, High Heels, Sex Work, Sex Camming, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Kissing, Praise Kink, Spanking, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Hair-Pulling, Butt Plugs, Sexual Fantasy involving a Gangbang (Felt weird just tagging gangbang since it doesn’t actually happen), Kuai’s chat is very nice :) Kinktober Day 6: Livestreaming + Breeding Kink + High Heels

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Notes: Blimey, day 6 already u_u;; For kinky livestreaming, I think this one’s actually kinda soft and sweet. Wholesome, almost. :)

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Hanzo?”

Kuai Liang was lucky to have a boyfriend like Hanzo. A lot of other men Kuai had dated before him started off nice but their opinions turned the second “I’m a sex worker” came out of Kuai’s lips. Hanzo was the first person who hadn’t turned away from him, or demanded that he find a new job. And Kuai was still so very grateful for that, because at the end of the day, he really enjoyed his work.

Still, being supportive of his work didn’t need to extend to what they were about to do.

Kuai specialised in livestreams, usually taking on requests from paying customers on how to have fun with himself. He was thankful his viewer base were generally respectful and polite. So when a particular viewer, who went by the username KANO, came forward with a request, it wasn’t that unusual. What was unusual was the request itself. He’d asked for breeding kink, but specifically asked that it was Kuai’s boyfriend doing the breeding, and that most of the details were up to them, but Kuai had to be wearing high heels and Hanzo was to be vocal about getting Kuai pregnant.

The request for Hanzo wasn’t too out of the blue. Hanzo had come in the room mid livestream several times to give Kuai water, and he’d become a strangely beloved figure amongst his viewers, with many the “god your boyfriends so sweet” type comments whenever the man wandered in. It was also a running joke that viewers would playfully demand Hanzo to join in. This was the first time someone had seriously requested Hanzo’s involvement.

Kuai was originally going to turn the request down, even if the guy had paid $3000 upfront for this to become a reality. He’d only casually mentioned it to Hanzo so they could laugh about the highly spesific request. He definitely hadn’t expected Hanzo to reply to him with “what date were you thinking?”

“I am more than sure,” Hanzo answered, sounding exasterbated, likely from how many times Kuai had asked in the last few days. “Are you sure you want to do this? With how much your asking, I’m starting to think you’re looking for an excuse not to.”

“Sorry, I just don’t want you to feel pressured into this,” Kuai explained, rubbing the back of his head before returning to adjusting his lighting. “This isn’t the weirdest request I’ve ever had but I’ve only done solo shows until now. I guess I never imagined this work would be of interest to you.”

“Snowflake, if I could make a career out of fucking you, I’d give up my day job immediately.”

Kuai snorted, “well if this goes well, you just might be able to.” Finally satisfied with his lighting, he left it alone to go walk over to Hanzo, pressing a kiss to his lips. “You sure you don’t want to wear a mask or something? Just, y’know, fucking me isn’t your job just yet.”

“What’s the point of fucking you on camera if no one know’s it’s me making you moan like that?” Hanzo questioned with a smirk. “Besides I work in an office with people who barely know how to send an email, let alone know they can watch porn on the internet. I think I’m safe.”

Kuai laughed at that description. He’d met Hanzo’s co-workers, and while they were nice, they definitely didn’t understand the internet world. They looked bewildered when Kuai tried to explain what livestreaming even was. So he guessed they were safe enough from anyone stumbling upon them.

“Well, guess we should get started,” Kuai said with a wink. “Can’t keep the horny masses waiting too long.”

They got into position, Kuai on his bed in front of his camera and laptop, and Hanzo standing just out of frame. They’d decided to let Hanzo’s involvement be a surprise. Well, a surprise to everyone except KANO, Kuai guessed.

Kuai could see the chat going off, his loyal regulars already waiting for the show to start. Kuai saw no point in dragging this out, he reached to smooth down his hair, before clicking the button to begin the stream.

“Good evening everyone,” he greeted casually, waving at the camera, and seeing a few people in the chat saying hello back, including the familiar name of KANO. “Can everyone hear me? Is the sound good?” A few comments saying the sound was fine. “Great, because as you may be aware from my advertisements that today I have a special surprise for you, all generously funded by KANO.”

He glanced over at Hanzo, indicating it was his cue to join him. Hanzo walked over, looking surprisingly calm for someone who was about to fuck on camera for the first ever time. As soon as Hanzo joined him on the bed, wrapping his arms around Kuai’s shoulders, Kuai’s chat went apeshit. He’d never seen it move so fast with exclamations of “oh god yes” and “finally”.

“Want to introduce yourself?” Kuai asked, leaning against Hanzo’s shoulder.

“Do I need to?” Hanzo questioned incredulously before adding, “Hello, I’m Hanzo, Kuai Liang’s boyfriend, and apparently you all want to see me breed him.”

Somehow, the chat went even crazier. Seeing how easily Hanzo was already handling this so well reassured him that he wasn’t just doing this for Kuai’s sake. Kuai just hoped this would live up to his viewers expectations.

“We’ve been given only two rules, there has to be breeding dirty talk and I have to keep these shoes on.” Kuai lifted his leg slightly to show the Prussian blue high heels he was in. He saw a brief message of approval from KANO. “But other than that, it’s fair game. As always I’ll try to note all suggestions but requests with donations take priority.”

As if someone had been waiting for him to say that to hit the donate button, a donation came through with the note “Kuai Liang, Please for the love of all things holy, suck his dick.”

Kuai laughed at the message turning to Hanzo, “the people have spoken.”

“I guess this means I have to get my cock out?” Hanzo asked innocently, like he genuinely wasn’t sure if that was what he needed to do.

“I guess it does, yes,” Kuai replied, his voice teasing. He sat back on his hands, waiting for Hanzo to do so.

Hanzo’s hands reached for his belt, slowly unhooking the buckle and pulling it away. Hanzo was making a show of this, that was for sure, like he’d been born for this very thing. Kuai wondered if maybe Hanzo had realised a while ago this would be a possibility and had been practising what to do. It would explain why he agreed to this so easily.

As Hanzo pulled his trousers down, his cock sprung free. It didn’t matter how many times Kuai saw it, every time he felt his mouth start to water. It seemed his audience agreed with his sentiment, as a quick glance at the chat revealed lots of comments like “woof”, “holy shit” and just one guy very bluntly exclaiming “NICE COCK BRO!”

“Guys, stop, you’re going to make his cock based ego far bigger than it already is,” Kuai warned, thankful that Hanzo laughed along with it.

He watched as Hanzo sat side on to the camera, and Kuai got on his hands and knees in front of him. He bent down far enough for Hanzo’s cock to be right in his face. He was feeling a little bit bratty right now, deciding to tease both Hanzo and his followers by simply licking all the way along Hanzo’s shaft, from the base to the tip. Hanzo groaned, reaching to take hold of the back of Kuai’s head, pushing his cock against Kuai’s lips.

Kuai opened his mouth, taking Hanzo’s tip in. He swirled his tongue around the head, feeling Hanzo’s grip tighten, pulling lightly on his short hair. Kuai purred as he pushed forward, taking more and more of Hanzo into his mouth. He’d spent a lot of time on stream training away his gag reflex to be able to deep throat more effectively. He knew his audience would love to see the results of that training. And well, Hanzo definitely wouldn’t complain about being the recipient.

He made it all the way to the base of Hanzo’s cock, letting it rest at the back of his throat and looking up at Hanzo. He could hear his notifications going off, and Hanzo looked torn between keeping his eyes fixed on Kuai and looking at what was being said. Eventually he tore his eyes away to look at the laptop, and returned with a dopey grin on his face.

“Chat is glad to see your throat training has been worth it,” Hanzo informed him, groaning as Kuai pulled back until only the tip was left inside. “And I certainly appreciate it.”

Kuai purred around the cock in his mouth, before he once more forced his head forward. He began to bring up a rhythm, slow and steady, and he made sure to use his tongue to full effect. Trailing it along the underside every time he drew back. Hanzo was moaning, gripping the bedsheets under him. His other hand still rested on the back of Kuai’s head, but he didn’t try to coax Kuai into going any faster.

Kuai could hear the donation notifications go off every now and then, and Hanzo glanced over everytime they did. It seemed they had no new requests yet, as he was sure Hanzo would say something if they did.

That was until one notification went off, and after it did, Hanzo used his hand to encourage Kuai off his cock completely. As Kuai withdrew, he licked his lips, breaking a thin trail of saliva connecting his mouth with Hanzo’s cock. He looked up at Hanzo waiting for an explanation.

“Chat wants me to eat you out,” Hanzo explained, looking extremely happy about this prospect.

“Hm, sounds good to me.” Kuai let himself fall back onto the bed, slipping off his underwear and spreading his legs. He usually only wore lingerie when streaming, it made it faster to get naked. He had also prepared himself beforehand, so when he dipped his hand low between his legs, he felt the slickness around the rim. He was glad he’d had the foresight to use favoured lube.

Hanzo lent down, throwing Kuai’s legs over his shoulders and forcing his ass off the bed slightly. Hanzo repositioned them so they were slightly more toward the camera, and the viewers could potentially get a better view of the show. It was the one problem with a static camera. With the large donation and extra cash, maybe if they had enough left over after paying rent this month, he’d finally invest in a second camera so he could have duel angles, or a first person POV.

That second one was an especially inviting investment if Hanzo really did decide to join him in future streams.

Hanzo’s tongue trailed around the rim of Kuai’s hole, and Kuai set his head back and just felt himself relax. He’d always enjoyed having someone eat his ass, and Hanzo was particularly talented at it. Indeed the flat of his tongue lapped against him, and Kuai twisted his back and let out a pleasured groan. He felt the tip of Hanzo’s tongue begin to poke at his entrance, encouraging the muscles to open up.

“Ah, Hanzo,” He softly called, almost forgetting they technically weren’t alone, the only reminder the soft pings coming from his laptop. He looked over, even as he almost lost himself to the pleasure and sight of Hanzo between his legs. He’d never seen so many donations before. Granted his audience were usually extremely generous, but this was something else with every other notification being a new donation.

He felt Hanzo give a lick around the rim, before plunging his tongue deep inside. Kuai made a gleeful squeal, turning away from the laptop just as the “so cute <3” comments began. Hanzo’s tongue began to fuck in and out of him, and Kuai let go of the bedsheets to instead reach down for Hanzo’s hair. He felt Hanzo laugh into his skin, pulling his tongue out to once more circle outside before diving back inside.

He glanced over to the laptop again, finally seeing a donation with the next request.

“Hey, so, when you guys get to the penetration, can you do it like so we can see Hanzo’s cock enter you? Maybe a bit of fingering before that too? Pretty Please?”

“A-Ah, we have a new request,” Kuai informed Hanzo, groaning as Hanzo sealed his mouth around Kuai’s hole and sucked, before finally retreating and looking up from his work.

Hanzo glanced over to see what the request was and hummed. He was clearly trying to think the best way to do this so everyone could see. Kuai already had an idea.

“Sit facing the camera,” Kuai ordered, somewhat smirking to himself when from the corner of his eye he saw a comment of “Power Bottom my beloved”.

Hanzo did as he was told, legs down flat against the bed. Kuai crawled over to him, slipping into Hanzo’s lap. He rested his back against Hanzo’s chest, and once more letting his legs fall open.

“This a good view?” He questioned, as Hanzo hooked his arms under Kuai’s thighs. A few confirmations from the virtual crowd was everything Kuai needed. “Okay, fingers first then.”

Hanzo’s hand trailed along his inner thigh, stopping at around Kuai’s ass. He used a single finger to trail around the rim, before slowly pushing inside. Kuai closed his eyes and groaned, reaching one hand around Hanzo’s neck, and the other to his thigh, lifting his leg a little to hopefully keep the view clear for the camera.

That finger explored inside, slowly thrusting in and out. Kuai resisted his urge to turn his face to hide in Hanzo’s shoulder. He needed to keep focused. Even as Hanzo pushed a second finger inside, Kuai only allowed himself to close his eyes momentarily.

“Hm, you always take my fingers so well,” Hanzo muttered into the skin of his shoulder, pressing a kiss against it. His free hand reached to tug on Kuai’s leg. “That’s it, keep your legs nice and wide, let everyone see how you open up for me.”

As Hanzo pushed a third finger inside, Kuai could see the chat loosing their shit again.

“Mm, almost as well as I take your cock,” He teased, knowing the chat would go into yet another frenzy at the mere thought of it. Indeed he saw the comments coming in fast.

“That goes without saying,” Hanzo replied, finally pushing a forth finger into Kuai’s hole. Kuai moaned at the stretch, as the fingers pressed up against his walls. “Why don’t we show them just how well you take me hm?”

“Please,” Kuai begged, a similar sentiment shared by the chat. Hanzo twisted his hand, scissoring his fingers to make sure Kuai was ready for him.

Finally those fingers retreated, and Kuai lifted himself ever so slightly. He watched Hanzo rearrange his cock, until it was pressed against his hole, threatening to breach. He slowly lowered himself onto Hanzo’s cock, letting out a loud moan as the sunk down the shaft. As he opened his legs a little wider, the excited comments coming in were amusing. They’d all seen him take vibrator’s and dildo’s in his ass before, but he supposed it wasn’t quite the same as hot blooded flesh.

He felt his ass come to rest on Hanzo’s pelvis, Hanzo’s hands coming to hook under his knees. They stayed like that for a moment, letting the viewers really take in the sight.

“Ready?” Hanzo questioned in his ear, lightly nipping at his lobe.

“Yes,” Kuai replied, reaching to stroke his own cock slightly. “Breed me like the slut I am, Hanzo.”

That seemed to be the only order Hanzo needed, as he began to slowly lift Kuai up. He stopped when only the tip was inside, before he all but dropped him down, thrusting up to meet Kuai half way. Kuai gasped, reaching back to grab Hanzo’s hair and trying to yank his face close. Hanzo’s mouth was just out of reach, and Hanzo was being mean and not letting Kuai get close enough to kiss.

“Something wrong?” Hanzo’s question sounded like a song, as he bounced Kuai on and off his cock. Still he let his lips hover away.

“Mm, You’re so mean,” Kuai whined, groaning as Hanzo’s cock brushed up against his prostate.

A donation notification went off with text saying “here’s $5, please stop being mean and kiss our favourite bottom! >:(“

Both Hanzo and Kuai laughed, before Hanzo finally obliged Kuai and kissed him gently, swallowing both their giggles. As they pulled away, that same patron left a comment that read “Thank you!”

“You’re viewer’s are so sweet to you,” Hanzo mentioned, pushing Kuai all the way down and grinding against him. “Nicer than I am anyway.” He lifted Kuai back up, before very slowly lowering him. “I make you work for your kisses.”

“And I work hard for them,” Kuai managed to get out, even as Hanzo reached down to fondle Kuai’s cock.

They both turned their attention to the laptop with a new request coming through. “Okay but like. Face down, ass up, this is meant to be a breeding after all.”

“Hm, I’d almost forgotten I was supposed to be breeding you.” Hanzo let Kuai settle on his cock. “We wouldn’t want to upset our most gracious donor.”

Hanzo took hold of Kuai’s hips, keeping his cock buried deep inside. He carefully let Kuai fall forward, following behind so his cock never slipped out. Kuai was almost impressed by the action. He landed on his hand’s and knees, but soon found a hand between his shoulders, gently pushing until his chest was pressing against the mattress. Another hand was on his hip still, keeping his backside angled up.

“Comfortable?” Hanzo questioned when Kuai had settled. Full body shudder overtaking as Hanzo’s hand stroked down Kuai’s spine.

“Yes,” Kuai assured him. He rested his head on one side, but like this he could see the laptop screen and what everyone was saying with ease. Well, mostly, the text was on it’s side but that didn’t matter. He could already gather that this position was quite popular.

He felt Hanzo pull back before driving inside again. It was hard enough for an audible slap, and Kuai instinctively lifted his body off the mattress. Hanzo’s hand returned to his shoulder blade, putting weight there to force him back down.

“Keep down,” Hanzo ordered, and Kuai clenched his fists, balling up the bed covers below him. “That’s it, that’s a good boy.” Kuai whined at the praise, earning another few comments about him being cute. Hanzo’s movements were slow but hard, and Kuai could feel every inch of his cock. “Such a good boy, letting me breed you in front of so many people.”

Kuai momentarily closed his eyes, just concentrating on the way Hanzo’s cock went in and out of him. It was rough and desperate, but at this angle it was hitting all the best spots. Kuai was loud in the bedroom, even when he’d had shitty partners he still got a few noises out. It was just natural that no matter who he was with, he would make some sounds. Hanzo was something else however. At this point he was a conductor and Kuai was his orchestra. As that cock slammed into that spot, he couldn’t help the desperate wails he made.

And even without looking at the chat, he knew everyone was loving it.

“How is it, Kuai Liang?” Hanzo asked, pushing himself deep inside and staying still. “Being bred? Knowing I’m going to cum in this tight little ass, over and over until you’re dripping with my cum.”

“Holy fuck,” Kuai gasped out, opening his eyes and biting into the sheets. Kuai had never really thought much about breeding kink, it only came up because his audience seemed to really like it. Maybe he should have thought about it more, given the way his cock twitched and a drizzle of precum leaked out, he might have been more into this than he initially realised.

“Let’s see,” Hanzo growled, reaching down between Kuai’s legs and feeling along his cock. When he got to the head he rolled his thumb along the slit, getting sticky. “Ah, you really like this, don’t you? I can feel it.” He gave a gently stroke in time to a thrust. Kuai twisted slightly, and he purred pushing his ass back just as Hanzo was about to slam in. Hanzo laughed, “If I’d known you’d be this enthusiastic about this I’d have done it a long time ago.”

A donation came through, and both of them looked to see the new request. Just a simple one, “Please slap his ass, and tell him what a good breeding bitch he is.”

Seconds later, a slap rang out as Hanzo slammed his hand down on Kuai’s ass. Kuai once again almost pushed himself up, but was quickly stopped by a hand against his shoulder. That hand was brought down against him again.

“Down,” Hanzo reiterated as he released his shoulder. Between every couple of thrusts, he began to slap Kuai’s ass as requested. That added with the way Hanzo’s pelvis kept hitting those spots too, left a glorious sting. “Your viewer is right, of course, you are being such a good breeding bitch for me. You’re taking me so well, you’re going to give me such beautiful children.” Kuai shuddered, despite that not being a possibility, in this moment, Kuai wanted nothing more than to be good for Hanzo and give him everything he wanted. “I’m going to cum inside you, and then I’m going to plug you up, make sure it stays all nice inside you.”

Kuai whimpered, he wanted to say something but nothing could come out. Fuck he’d never been so overwhelmed with pleasure before. Even so, he could still see the chat, commenting on how cute his blissed out face was.

The donation sound came out, another request of “C-Can you maybe talk about us getting a turn breeding him too?”

Oh Jesus, before Hanzo even said anything, the thought of that made him instantly moan.

“Aw, do you like the sound of that, Kuai Liang?” Hanzo asked between laughs and pants. He chose that moment to give Kuai’s ass another slap. “You’ve been teasing your viewer base for far too long. I don’t see why they can’t have a turn with you.” Kuai gripped the sheets, he could feel a heat pooling somewhere in his stomach. “You’ll lay there, and let each and every one of them fuck your cute little ass. You’ll take load after load, until they’re satisfied you’ve had enough. Maybe they’ll even keep a tally of how many times they cum inside you, so you know exactly how much cum you’re full of.”

The mental image of that was overwhelming. The idea of an anonymous crowd all lining up to take a turn with him. Him bent over, taking cock after cock, so much cum it was dripping out of him and down his legs. Maybe some of them getting bored of waiting for a go at his ass, and amusing themselves with his mouth and hands in the meantime. Telling him how good he was taking all of them, writing the tally on his back with a marker and making him guess just how many he took. If he got it right, they’d let him cum, and if not then they’d just keep fucking him until he was able to say the right number.

Hanzo’s cock drove into him at full force, slamming straight into his prostate. Between his intense fantasy and that sensation, he really didn’t stand a chance. He gave out a particularly loud yell as he came, even without seeing it he knew the bedsheet below was wet. Every thrust Hanzo gave, another squirt came out, like Hanzo was trying to milk it out of him.

Hanzo stilled inside him, but didn’t come himself. He was gently patting Kuai’s ass.

“This was all that good for you? Hm?” Hanzo’s fingers dug into his ass, making it ache slightly from where it had been hit. “Was it the thought of servicing your viewers? Giving back to them for all the help they’ve given you.”

“I mean, your cock helped too,” Kuai got out, still trying to catch his breath.

There was another donation notification, but Kuai couldn’t lift his head to look at what it said. Hanzo’s hands wrapped around Kuai’s hips and Hanzo pulled out. Kuai whined, he may have been done but that didn’t mean Hanzo had to stop too. He was shushed by a kiss to the back of the neck.

“It’s alright, I’m still going to finish inside you. Your viewers just want to be able to see my cum drip out of your ass.”

Ah, that made sense. Kuai let Hanzo manhandle him until he was in the same ass up face down position, only this time it was his ass that was facing the camera. He felt Hanzo take hold of his wrists, placing his hands on his own ass.

“Hold yourself nice and open for everyone,” Hanzo softly commanded. With what strength he still had, Kuai dug his fingers in, pulling apart his cheeks. He felt Hanzo line his cock up, pretty much completely covering Kuai with his own body. His cock slowly pushed inside. “There we go, just a little longer and I’ll let you rest okay?”

There was no fanfare this time, Hanzo just rocked into a brutal pace. Kuai almost let go of his ass, but instead put everything he had into just keeping it open. Hanzo’s cock slammed into him, and all Kuai could focus on was the sounds it made.

Hanzo was right, it really wasn’t much longer until he was also reaching orgasm. Kuai felt the familiar warm feeling of being filled with cum. While the majority of it was deep inside him, Hanzo pulled back to thrust shallowly, cumming right next to the rim. As he pulled out, Kuai felt some of it following him out, dripping down his balls. He could hear the chat going crazy, and Hanzo shifting to reach for something just off camera.

A finger followed the curve of his balls, gathering the rogue cum and bringing it back to his ass. The finger forced it back inside, before retreating and being replaced by something that definitely felt like a buttplug. Once it was in, Kuai finally let go, his knees giving out under him as he collapsed in a pile.

Hands were rearranged him again, flipping him onto his back and pulling him to sit up. Hanzo sat behind him, bringing Kuai’s back to rest on his chest again. Hanzo was pressing kisses on his neck.

“You were amazing,” Hanzo praised between his kisses. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Kuai replied simply, closing his eyes and loving the purr in his own voice. “You fucked me so good.” His eyes shot back open when he heard the chat go off again, suddenly remember it technically wasn’t just the two of them. “Ah, so, how was the show?”

Well, if the wave of excited comments, ranging from “so hot” to “welp I just came too”, were anything to go by, then the show was pretty damned good. Most important was the main patron of the stream, KANO, leaving a comment that said “Bloody brilliant mate.”

“Good,” Kuai said with a sigh, relaxing back into Hanzo’s wonderful embrace. “So, uh, a short intermission for us to regain our breath, and then round two?”

“Round two?” Hanzo questioned, sounding somewhat amused that Kuai just assumed they were going to go on.

“Well, is it a real breeding if it’s only one load?” Kuai retorted, and he loved the way Hanzo’s head tilted in time to his grin.

“Well, you might have a point there.”

“Great.” Kuai pushed himself up to give Hanzo a kiss, before he turned back to the camera with a smile. “So, y’know, if you’ve got any more requests for us, feel free to begin sending them in.”

Given the amount of donations that seemed to spur on, Kuai knew they were about to put on a hell of a show.

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

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waru-chan8 · 2 years

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There’s a part missing that it’s them asking for people to record them doing challenge and put on social media tagging them.

Roberto: (Jorge is ready), and the dancing crew too. Let’s go for it, and the challenge starts now

Jorge: COME ON! COME ON!

The guy hugging Jorge: the best, the best

Jorge Blimey!

Jorge: Very good! So good!

People: cheers!

Roberto: Damn champion! A big round of applauses to Jorge Lorenzo and for the crew of dancers, guys and girls. Thanks to alls of you. Noe. Jorge Lorenzo.

Jorge: Let me take a breath for a bit

Roberto: what’s happening in here?

Jorge: That I have my heart

Roberto: oh God. A dancer has born, or not?

People shouting: yes

Roberto: all done. Come with me

Boris: a star

Roberto: oh you forget (the trophy), not that is his do you wanna.. here.Take it that is heavy, take it that’s heavy How?

Jorge: I have the heart that.. That Malaysia comes to win my first championship at 190 (that sentence was difficult as Jorge is been over dramatic and confusing as hell)

Roberto: a bestiality. I love it

Pilar: so

Boris: Lovely

Pilar: you are putting things very dark because we have hear Noe, the choreographer saying ‘well we did took him out of his confort zone’. She said it in a diplomatic way

Roberto: yes

Pilar: in away that they weren’t trusting you.

Jorge: I swear

Pilar: I was impressed. Moreover, you mixed different styles inside 1 choreography and I’m amazed with you, truthfully.

Jorge: no, no, without a doubt Pilar

Boris: (he)) impresses. With all the freshness

Jorge: it was. It was the the toughest challenge. Noe deserve a pay raise because I did x5/x6

Roberto: and all her team

Jorge: in hours compared with the other challenges. At first it looked impossible, that I couldn’t do it. It’s 2 minutes with a lot of sections and so but slowly I was picking from here and there

Pilar: How is it the moonwalk? Because you managed to do the moon walk. Can you do it again?

Jorge: well

Pilar: well, well. You won me

Roberto: he already got you

Jorge: no in here slides and

Juan: well

Jorge: and gets grip

Roberto: from one dancer to another, Juan del Val

Juan: no is true that this show tries to do that, take you out of your comfort context and see unbelievable things and is see Jorge Lorenzo dancing. , the moment of confession has come, I wasn’t betting on you and you surprised me a lot. It was a big show, so congratulations. I don’t know which one is going to be your score but the truth is that you worked really hard

Jorge: Thanks

Roberto: Santiago

Santiago: the truth is, hat the key in here is take people out of their comfort zone. If I’m going to be taken out of my confort one, I prefer what Jorge did rather than Rosa’s (she was in a plastic bx filling with water and she had to stop the flow putting plugs into the pipes. But there was 3 types of plus, and she didn’t know which one was each. Also the more she closed, the greater the pressure on the other points) *mumbles something*

Roberto: we are taking notes

Santiago: having sad that, I was reminded, and I don’t know why, of the hooligans and Malaluf a bit for the theme, but it was amazing. I saw him pretty focussed. We were joking before saying, Jorge is so like that, taht for sure he will do the robot, and out of the blue he did it. So *everybody laughs*

Jorge: 5 seconds though

Santiago: it was our prediction, very well

Roberto: Mateo

Mateo (Dani Mateo, he is the guest judge. He is a comedia, TV and radio host for other channels from the same company as Antena3.): Guy.. Ah.. It had a lot of merit because we are talking about, we are not talking about a celebrity/star, we are talking about a legend. This gentlemen that is in here is a legend in his (sport), and that he had the sense of humour to come in here and dance with that... with that sense... with that farce (in the sense of wanting to fool around, party and be fun), with those looks at the camera, Jorge. Er.. *I think he says something related to one of his parodies, but I can’t understand him*

Jorge: It was difficult

Mateo: you had it well hidden

Jorge: I enjoyed it a lot

Mateo: Spectacular. Look I going to say that Jorge was the first impact I had. The one looking like a biker today, was me. You know?

Jorge: it’s true

Mateo: they put me as a rider. I went out of the dressing room and I went out me, as a rider and I saw Jorge Lorenzo *Jorge says something like Batista? but I’m not completely sure* bailando una coreografia. This show is done by... *I can’t really understand as people is laughing and thei’s noise over Mateo’s voice*

Roberto: what’s happening in here? *laughing*

Mateo: what the hell is going on?

Roberto: one last appreciation. Eh we saw Valentino Rossi ...

Boris: the Rossi moment

Roberto: that moment was epic

Someone: marvellous

Roberto: we are sending him a ‘hello’ to Valentino Rossi as he will be watching us. You had a good relationship?

Mateo: he doesn’t miss one

Jorge: he is a joker, a joker

Roberto: you are buddies now, now?

Jorge: yes. When we where competing in the same class we where arch-enemies ands there was... was

Roberto: yes there was *hand gesture indicating contact*

Jorge: but now, he invited me to his ranch, we did the race of champion together and there’s a good feeling now

Flo: when he invites you to his ranch again, you bring us

Roberto: a kiss to Valentino Rossi. We invite him to ‘El desafío.

Flo: to a BBQ, with some ribs

Roberto: Jorge Lorenzo, congrats, well done. You can take a sit with your mates

I did no record it, but Jorge got euphoric and hugged by the other contestants. We was also proud of his show

#El Desafío #Antena3 #Jorge Lorenzo #Roberto Leal #Pilar Rubio #Juan del Val #Santiago Segura #Dani Mateo #Flo #Florentino Fernández

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are there any themes, motifs, phrases, symbols, narrative devices or anything else that come up multiple times in different stories you've written? what are they, and why do you think they recur in your work?

Blimey, so many! I seem to always be writing about people going to bed or getting up in the morning. I reckon I do this because I write mostly about domestic scenarios, and in a bedroom/dormitory you’re in a contained space: if your characters are going to bed they’re staying there for a while, and if they’re getting up then they’re going to leave for the day, not drift back in in 5 minutes. So it’s handy for containing the action and/or having a firm ending. Also in HP there are lots of couples, friends and siblings sharing bedrooms so it applies to many different characters and scenarios. You can also write a conversation between characters A and B, send A off to sleep and have B think about the conversation. Or you can stick a character C outside the door and explore their perspective (Aaron Burr, anyone?). Or if you’re really stuck, you can write in character A’s point of view, send them off to sleep and bam, you’ve finished your chapter (this is a cop-out to be used in emergencies and/or very fluffy endings only). Tbh I get frustrated at myself for overusing this trope, I sometimes ask myself, “Do we need to be in a bedroom again, or can we transfer this action to the common room or kitchen?”.

An intentional theme in my writing, which I am proud of, is that I write the Blacks as a loving family. I have seen many writers imply otherwise, and personally I think that is boring, too easy, too excusing of them, and doesn’t fit with what we see in canon. I go out of my way to state/imply games, in-jokes, hugs etc between the Blacks. There are issues in this family (understatement!), but that doesn’t equal callousness.

Common phrases in my writing (that I am aware of): muttered, murmured, mumbled (I have to swap these around a lot to avoid repetition). Hurriedly, gingerly, hastily, softly (ffs JKR, my addiction to adverbs is all your fault!). Shrugged, “Err…”, rather, exhuasted, maybe, probably. Characters answering questions with questions (ffs Chandler Bing, this is all your fault!). I love putting in British slang and niche British geographical references. I try not to go overboard on swearing. I love jokes. I am trying to get out of the habit of starting sentences with “Well,” and of interrupting speech with speech tags.

#Questions or something

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nami-writes · 1 year

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Seek, And Ye Shall Find - Harry Potter

Upon returning for their eighth year, Draco is re-sorted into Gryffindor and suddenly, nobody can find him in the world he's lost himself in. Unfortunately for him, Harry is the Seeker and he's determined to find his Golden Snitch. Maybe eventually, Draco will find it too.

(read on ao3 here!)

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alrighty!! this is one of two (2) pieces i've finished this whole year (the other one being my original story lighter days) but contrary to lighter days, this is 14k spread throughout 19 chapters!

this is a harry potter fanfic centered around some sweet sweet rivals/enemies(?) to lovers drarry with chapter lengths ranging from 80 words to 2k, and at its darkest it will dabble in topics like suicidal ideation, self harm, and lots of angst and h/c. if that's not your jam, click off now :) check ao3 tags for more detailed content warnings (or if you just wanna read the whole fic without waiting lol)

without further ado, enjoy <3

last resort.

“Gryffindor!”

Gryffindor.

Gryffindor?

Harry snaps out of his bored daze and his eyes dart over to the front of the room. He could’ve sworn the last name that was called was Malfoy’s. Malfoy? A Gryffindor?

“Malfoy? A Gryffindor?” Hermione practically reads his mind.

Ron rolls his eyes. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Malfoy stands from the stool at the front. Stares fill the room with tension as Malfoy slowly approaches the Gryffindor table and sits down. Traitor, Harry can tell the Slytherins are thinking. The Hufflepuffs seem pitiful, the Ravenclaws uncertain. The Gryffindors, his own people, seethe with anger and loathing.

“We might have to share a dorm with a Malfoy? Blimey, can you imagine?” Dean says. “A death eater!”

“I’m glad I don’t have to share a room with rubbish like him,” Hermione says.

“Lucky,” Ron grumbles.

Absently, Harry nods along, but his eyes are on Malfoy. His fists are clenched in his lap, posture stiff as he glares down at the table. Among the surrounding eighth-year Gryffindors dutifully ignoring him, he’s practically invisible.

He can almost feel Professor Snape’s eyes on Malfoy, almost hear the howlers he's going to receive. He can already hear the Gryffindors’ disdain and he doesn’t want to know what the Slytherins are saying. It's the beginning of the year and already, things are going wrong.

Why would Malfoy ask to be re-sorted?

—

Everyone is on edge as they find their room assignments for the night. Nobody needs to say it to know what everyone else is thinking: who are the unlucky blokes that have to room with Malfoy?

Harry isn’t partaking in this. He's not. He only surveys his room out of curiosity. Three things stick out to him: Ron is here, Malfoy isn't, and there's one extra bed.

Maybe they have an uneven number of students this year. Not everyone wanted to come back for eighth year, after all. His room just so happens to be one short.

“Oh, thank Merlin,” Ron breathes a sigh of relief. “Pity whoever did get him, but at least we'll have a good year.”

“Yeah,” he agrees with half a smile, the other half wondering why they couldn’t have just magicked the extra bed away.

—

In the two weeks since school has begun, Malfoy has been a ghost.

Harry sees him in class. Sitting in the back, off-putting in red uniform, he focuses intently on finishing his work and keeping his head down until the professor excuses him from class. But never at breakfast, or between classes, or in the common room. It’s as if he doesn’t exist outside of his studies.

Supposedly, someone has asked him directly about this. And supposedly, he turned and walked away. Harry doesn’t think he’s heard him say a word since seventh year.

—

“Malfoy,” he calls down the hall to an evasive not-Slytherin. “Malfoy! We’re supposed to be working together. I thought you at least cared for school.”

The slimy bugger can’t seem to care any less. “Not if you’re involved.”

Harry contemplates summoning his broom, chasing him through the halls, but Malfoy is too stubborn. It wouldn’t be worth the effort.

“Get out of my life, Potter,” he spits, and Harry lets him turn the corner.

—

He hates Potions. He hates Potions with a passion, and he hates Professor Snape with a passion, and he needs to calm down or he’s going to hex the Professor and deeply regret it when he’s cursed back.

He splashes water onto his face and focuses on its coolness, thinks about rainbows and puppies and all the lovely good things he’s supposed to think about. He holds back a scream and then casts quietus on himself and screams anyway. In an empty bathroom, the quietening spell will be enough.

He doesn’t register the crying somewhere behind him until it stops and suddenly, the silence is deafening.

“Myrtle?” He turns around. “Not great timing.”

If Myrtle’s there, she doesn't make it known. If she's not, there's a student crying here in the bathroom.

“Is someone there?” Harry says. “Are you alright?”

Maybe he interpreted the location of the crying wrong. The room is echoey after all. But upon turning around, there's a whisper behind him and when he whirls around again, frantic footsteps disappear through door that swings open by itself, nobody in sight.

—

Oh, bloody hell.

He twists and turns in bed but now that he's woken up, he can't stop thinking about it. The Dursleys and the abuse and the godforsaken cupboard. It still feels wrong calling it abuse, even now that he knows what it's like to live without it.

He can still feel the fresh bruises on him and hear their scorn. He doesn't even remember if he was upset about it anymore. Maybe, by that point, he'd simply accepted it.

His gut twists with wrongness at the memory of an eight-year-old Harry begging Dudley not to tell his parents that someone had bought him ice cream at school, and the dread that followed when Dudley told anyway and Vernon’s face lit up with rage. He remembers exactly how Petunia called him selfish and greedy and spoiled, the same voice he hears now when he dares to want anything at all.

Even years past, when he's old enough to go to university, he remembers it all clear as day.

He can't do this. He needs a walk.

He passes the perpetually-empty bed next to his on his way out. By this point people have begun wondering why the staff haven’t just gotten rid of it. Nobody uses it, except probably to shag somewhere other than their own beds, and it doesn't seem to belong to anyone either.

Up the stairs and around the halls, he wanders the school he's begun to call home. He finds himself at the stairwell leading up to the Astronomy Tower and, well, why not? A view would be nice, so he climbs the stairs and reaches the top.

The first thing he lays eyes on is a figure sitting on the edge, leaning on the guardrail. He doesn't think he makes any noise but something alerts them to his presence and they scramble to their feet. Both of them cast lumos at the same time and Malfoy’s startled face is revealed along with his own.

“Potter,” he sneers with vitriol. “What do you want?”

“Nothing to do with you,” Harry says. His hands are the slightest bit shaky, the light at the end of his wand trembling. He remembers recklessly cursing him in sixth year and regretting the sectumsempra the moment it left his mouth. “I don't want to fight, Malfoy.”

He scowls back. “Then stay away from me.”

“That's the plan,” he says, and breathes a sigh of relief when Malfoy’s wand goes out with a begrudging acceptance.

Malfoy takes his place back at the edge of the observation deck while Harry crosses to the opposite side and sets his arms across the metal guardrail. The air is cool on his face and the side he's on faces the Quidditch pitch. Looking down, the height he is from the ground reminds him of Quidditch too. He misses it. The adrenaline always helped him forget about everything but the Golden Snitch.

“I get why you come up here,” he says out loud. “It's nice. Peaceful.”

Malfoy doesn't respond. Harry turns around so he leans his back against the rail instead and faces where Malfoy sits. From where Harry watches him, he seems to be totally still, save for loose hair strands rustling in the wind. Lost in thought, maybe. In the glow of moonlight outlining his silhouette, he notes faded green robes.

“You’re still in Slytherin colors,” he adds.

“Don’t act like you know anything about me,” Malfoy snaps. His head turns as if to look at him, but not far enough; Harry can’t tell where his gaze is. “You’re here to clear your mind, then clear it. That has nothing to do with me.”

“Didn't say that,” he shrugs. “Was just pointing it out. Where's all your Gryffindor pride? Is sitting on the ledge your idea of bravery?”

He means to tease, a fraction of a smile on his face, but Malfoy shoots to his feet and draws his wand with a vengeance. “I have no ‘pride’ in being a Gryffindor. I’m not a Gryffindor. I’m the furthest fucking thing from it. What I am is a Slytherin, and if you say one more word about it you aren’t going to remain on the ledge for much longer.”

“Then why’d you ask to be re-sorted?”

He’s in a mood to tempt fate, it seems. His fingers twitch for his wand but he doesn’t act for fear of escalating the situation further. Malfoy, to his surprise, lowers his own.

“I don't know,” is his clipped, raspy answer.

Then he hastily shoves his wand back into its pocket and disappears down the stairwell, a cape of Slytherin green trailing behind him.

#hp #hp fanfic #writing #fanfic #hp harry #hp draco #last resort!! like!! last re-sort aka time they'll be sorted!! and last resort as in last choice!!#you'll see why last choice makes sense later on #;)))

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"It's such a big world out there,” She told me once, hair twisted into a bun on the top of her head, hand still scrawling notes while she spoke. I always marvelled at how she could speak and write and learn all at once.

"Oh," I said back, because my words are fit only for mortals, I think. She somehow speaks like it's art, a painting she creates with her tongue. It was warm then, so her prophecies seemed simply like another brushstroke to her endless masterpiece.

It is cold now, my fingers tinging blue-grey as I sit beneath her painted tree. My skin brushes the bark and moss springs up, fresh as ever, because she made it so. Breathing, the mist tumbles up to where she sits and sings, while I scrabble the ground with bitten fingers for something to eat, something that's warm, blind to her warm eyes.

I thought, back then, when she was simply a painter and I her silent model, that there was hope in loving someone who can bring the world back into tune, even if in the cold those frosty notes turn discordant. I am bitter now, hardened by her own big world.

If she told me now, "It's such a big world out there, my dear," I think my words, would mould to fit her doodled ears, in a voice beautifully fit for her immortal mind.

“Yes, my love, the world is big and yet I am so cold. How can the world seem big when you, my world, refuse to let me share in the warmth you bring it?”

When tasked with the healing of a story, the patching up of flaked paintwork, they say it becomes easy to forget the truly important part. Like in all tragedies, I never thought that it would be me forgotten. That, my bitter mind supplies, is why it is a tragedy, why an agreement of love becomes one-sided.

“It’s such a big world up here, little dove,” He says when I take his warm hand. And, without her there, I am so cold that I don’t notice his ice-stained eyes, instead obliging to walk with him down, down to a world much smaller than the one I walked willingly from.

She calls my name as I go, a brushstroke of warmth in a smaller, hotter world. Her loss becomes a tragedy, despite her own broken, nearly loveless, agreement. Here, in the heat, I work, my fingers still icy, and I think of the Orpheus to my Eurydice.

#I wrote this for my gcse mock back in january blimey this has been sitting here a while #original work #omg not me with the professional tags who am i #yknow chat time but im thinking of getting back into writing #I say this now when I am very bored and absolutely not revising for my three big gases this week but uhhhhh #might write again soon my loves I miss it a lot I miss the family you form #:/#anyway back to my Very Professional Tags #orpheus #eurydice #hadestown #my writing

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Thanks to @illarian-rambling here and @elsie-writes here!

My words: festival, brown, paint, drag, dog, water, gorgeous, hat

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William succeeds

Gwen meets Liam

Halloween!

Tierney has static electricity

Dragon!

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Well someone's doppelganger turned out different

Akash and Carla make baseball small talk

Festival Celebration - from The Secret Portal Part One

The snakefly’s wings continued to rapidly beat together, then slowed as if stuck in treacle. It froze midair, dropping to the ground by the forces of gravity. William let out a sound that would have caused him to flush if anyone was around to witness as he abruptly shot out of his seat. He cleared his throat, though still vibrating from excitement, then called his wife on the comm. “Atsila! Atsila! I did it!” “What is it, Will? You coming early? Do I have to clean up all this mess in five minutes?” she joked in response to his jubilant celebration. “I’m not coming to bed, hon. I’m sorry.” “What—” “I’ve reached a breakthrough.” “Good to kn—” William turned off the comm and continued his work.

Brown - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

“I’m Liam Beaumont.” “Nice to meet you,” I said, then paused. “Wait, I was told you were the first recruited. How old are you?” “You were told about me?” “I gave a quick list of everyone,” Gabriel explained. “Oh. Well, I’m eighteen.” My mouth dropped unintentionally. Liam sighed, playing with the zipper on his light brown jacket but seeming to find it humorous. “I know, I look eleven. But, like, I’m five-seven and people still think that. It’s not like I’m super short like Tyler.” Tyler gave Liam a rude gesture.

Paint - from The Secret Portal Part One

“Whoa,” George said, gazing around. There were black and orange streamers and fake cobwebs everywhere and what appeared to be spiderpig webs on every other surface. The lights were dim and the sources of flickering light came from inside pumpkins with faces carved out of them. A couple tables were pushed against the wall with candy and punch. Spooky music played in the background, and George and Carla weren’t sure they liked how it made them feel, but it certainly fit the mood. Tyler walked up to them, his black hair slicked back and wearing fake pointy teeth. Red paint dripped down his chin. “Velcome to the party.”

Drag - from School of the Legends Year One

Tierney followed his brother with his hand outstretched, making extra sure to drag his feet on the carpet to keep up the static, even if it slowed his pace. Jarred turned a corner and made an “oof!” sound as he ran into Ritchie--both falling over, causing Tierney to trip over both of them and crash to the ground. “Agh! Blimey, Tierney, you have a lot of shock on you today,” Ritchie noted as Tierney brushed up against him. Jarred sat up and poked Ritchie. “Ack!” He jumped back. “You, too?” “Don’t look at me, I got it from him.” Ritchie gave Tierney’s shoulder a soft push and hissed a swear as he flinched his hand back. “Bloody, Tierney, are you a walking socks-on-the-carpet-during-winter?”

Dog - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Ash leapt to her feet and ran to the door with me close behind. Ash banged and screamed to be let in until Carla Baxter opened the door. We rushed inside before she could say anything. Carla looked back outside as the dragon burst through the trees. I expected it to shoot fireballs at us, but instead, it sat down, like a dog. Carla laughed. She actually laughed.

Water - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I stood back, hugging myself as Robbie knelt in front of Kelsey. He pressed his fingers to her temples, and Kelsey shuddered—maybe in relief. A soft maroon glow emanated from Robbie’s fingertips. The darkness beneath Kelsey’s skin began to fade, and it traveled up Robbie’s arms, that same menacing glow radiating beneath his skin. After a moment, he released his grip from Kelsey, who let out a sharp gasp, the light gone. Robbie stood, closing his eyes. The darkness now inside him turned into a bright maroon. “Shut your eyes!” he commanded. I obeyed, and through my eyelids, I could still see a sharp white light blaring. I squeezed my eyes tighter, though water still seeped out the edges. The light faded.

Gorgeous - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Rose POV)

CJ passed me the book, which I took, examining the color. It was gorgeous. I flipped through the book. The illustrator did a lot of work to show the information of what Brown was talking about. “Alex, you get The Theory of Wormhole-Based Powers by Raissa Kamanzi.” “Oh, I love her!” Alex snatched the book as my heart stopped at the name. “Raissa Kamanzi?” I asked. Alex nodded vigorously. “She’s this brilliant woman who dives deep into Alii power theory. She talks all about the science behind them and how they could potentially expand beyond what is known. My aunt would love her; she does similar things in her field. She also has tried to replicate some powers synthetically, which could help with equalizing Neutrum and Ceters.”

Hat - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

I turned to Carla. “Hey,” I said lamely. “Hey,” she said, smiling. “It’s nice to see them get along.” “For sure,” I agreed. “I’m glad we have y’all on the team now.” Carla smiled, but something caught her eye. “What’s that on your hat?” “Huh? Oh.” I took off my hat—I’m so stupid now I have hat hair—so she could see the logo. “It’s, uh, a baseball cap.”

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