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sanemisstalker · 10 months

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Incel! Gyutaro, but it's a modern western college! au and you whip him into shape real fast. My ex won't talk to me, so I'm very much fantasizing about a man that will be obsessive over me ---> gyutaro NSFW

CW// Fem reader / AFAB genitalia / Breasted Reader / INCEL MENTALITIES : Sexism, Poly Hate / BDSM dynamics/ Implied ED (Gyutaro is a gym junkie who should definitely be eating more) / SH / Men's Mental Health / Inconsistent POV because I'm writing this with my hand down my pants (I am joking)

PART TWO <-

-You go to community College with him. He's some fucking dude in your necessary math course they wouldn't let you drop. He sits next to you in the booths.

-He's not awful looking. He's got some weird scars across his face, but like, they're kind of artsy. They add a flare the guy would be lacking otherwise.

-His vibe is a little... weird. He doesn't talk in class ever. You see him around campus and he doesn't seem... at all versed in social interaction. You once watched him get into a fight, which was a little sexy, but since it was with Tengen Uzui, your eyes were much more interested in the latter.

-Gyutaro is used to that though. Never being the one looked at. Typical of women like you. You're always frothing at the mouth over fucking Chad's like Tengen- He got it. Tengen was built, strong jawed, and just reeked of sex appeal wherever he walked. He always had the glaze of one of those five sluts he hung out with on his lips-

-Tengen was lucky. He's apparently been training since he was young- to look like a Greek God and all. Gyutaro spent the first years of his life fighting to survive in a hospital, and then every year after fighting to live in his home safely.

-and girls like you- sluts like you were always going to favour Tengen. Always assholes.

-After that fight, you began speaking to Gyutaro. You didn't come onto the topic immediately- you didn't want to pry- So You'd mention his shirt.

-'Is that Death Cab For Cutie?' His heart dropped when you spoke. He didn't even register you were talking about his shirt.

-'Are... Are you talking to me?' He'd croak. His voice was quite nice. Soft, but low.

-'Yeah- Your shirt? That's... That's death cab for cutie, right?'

-'Y-Yeah.'

-As classes rolled by, you came to understand that Gyutaro was a very... disturbed individual. Aside from being generally jumpy and odd, his moral opinions specifically toward women were less than desirable.

-You came to know of his opinions toward Tengen as well. The level of insecurity dripping from every word was palatable... even through the venom.

-He called women 'femoids' and constantly tried to express that Tengen had been given a bigger genetic stick in life. You could never decide if he was referring to Tengen's dick or not.

-You were different, though, He'd assure. You always got what he was saying. Even if you were just letting him mindlessly ramble about his awful, borderline questionable mentalities.

-with said mentalities, you began to realize that Gyutaro was a very easy man. An incredibly easy man. Who was incredibly attracted to every woman he met- but especially you.

-'Gyutaro, have you ever slept with anyone?' You'd ask one day, on the way to the cafeteria. On the few days he chose that over the gym, he'd walk with you. You worried about him, occasionally.

-The question would visibly startle him.

-'I-No. I'm - ha- I'm not... Why?' He'd cut over his own words, face burning.

-'Just curious. You seem all cool, like you get around.' You'd melt a little at that prideful look on his face. How absolutely smitten.

-Maybe the power went to your head, but you began to seek little moments of affirmation from Gyutaro. You'd bend over, a little too close to him- The chronic porn addict. Knowing what it did to him.

-You'd always compliment his shirts- All of his bands incredibly main stream despite his insistence that they weren't.

-You remembered the noise he made when you grabbed his arm in class, once. The teacher had decided to round up the class grade- just barely passing you- and you turned and clung onto his arm, and it was almost like he choked.

-'Hey, Gyutaro, can I come over and study?' You'd pose one day. His face would turn red, a hand flying to his scarred wrist. He itched the skin off- almost always raw.

-'To my- my dorm?'

-'Mhm.'

-'My room isn't-' He'd pause. 'Why? What do you want?' His emotions would flit, unsure of your reasoning. You'd roll your eyes.

-'To hang out? You know? On the one night a week we don't have homework?'

-'Aren't you going to go... party? You do every other weekend.' You found the tang of malice on his tongue adorable. Irritating, but adorable.

'One, I don't party every week. Two, I think you'd be fun to hang out with. What, am I not pretty enough to bring back to your roomate? Am I not allowed in the great and powerful lord Gyutaro's room? ' You'd taunt.

-'N-no. You're pr- no I-'

-'Cool! You live in the good dorms, right?'

-Gyutaro did live in the good dorms. He was also very lucky to be in a one man dorm. Apparently his old roomate, Akaza, had moved out to join a frat.

-Not that you could tell it was a good dorm. The thing was filthy. It smelled like hell, too. Like Gyutaro.

-'I'm sorry for the mess.' He'd grumble. 'I get really busy...'

-'You're fine. Are you a PC gamer?' You'd point to his massive set up.

-'Y-yeah.'

-'Thats cool- ooooh, a Scott Pilgrim poster. I love that movie.' God, you just knew everything, didn't you? All the things girls weren't supposed to like. Gyutaro had been fantasizing about this very moment since you bothered to open your mouth at him. He guessed his work outs had been paying off.

-'Yeah its a good comic, too.'

-The conversation would sway too and frough. Not every really finding a groove. A girl in his room, and he could barely speak to her- you decided to take drastic measures.

-'Hey, Gyutaro, do you want to like do something? Like... a game.' You'd ask, turning to face him.

-'I- um- I have some two players-'

-'Not a game like that.' You'd laugh. He'd quirk an eyebrow. 'I'm like... horny. Like a party game'

-If you'd suddenly fired a gun next to his ear, the effect those words had on Gyutaro would've been the same. He gaped at your bluntness.

-'You're horny?'

-'Yeah... I want to do something... Dirty, I don't know.' You jerked the air off.

-'A-are you gonna leave?' He'd ask, sounding pathetic. 'Do you need me to leave?' What a dumb question, he realized, the second it left his mouth. This was his home, why would he let you jerk off-

-'Do you want to watch? It'd be rude to make you leave.' You completely understood the absurdity of the words coming from your mouth. Every word made Gyutaro's face twist into something akin to... excited disgust. It was fascinating.

-'W-watch?' He didn't understand why he stuttered so much around you.

-'Yeah... Watch? We don't need to like- play like... strip poker or anything. I just want to do something raunchy.'

-'We-we're not dating. You should do that with your boyfriend.'

-'Gyutaro, you know I don't have a boyfriend.' You'd remind. 'Are you scared?'

-'I'm not scared- I-'

-'We're adults. We can do what we want.' His traditionalist mindset was wanning by the word. He wanted you something awful, and here you were, offering to... touch yourself infront of him-

-He'd been leaning on his bed, and you began to creep forward.

-'Do you have any toys?'

-'You mean like vibes?' If his voice wasn't cracking, it was dry. Painfully so. 'I-'

-'Any you haven't put in you?'

-'I'm not into that.' He'd defend. A lie. A painful lie at that. 'I-'

-'Into what?' You'd bring your hand toward the edge of his shirt. He'd begin shaking under your touch. 'No bandaids over your nipples?'

-You'd been so kind and casual to him thus far. Always appreciating his bands and asking about his games. You're eyes had never even fixated on his birthmarks- He never expected you to actually like him-

-'I-I'm not some... some freak.'

-'You think I'm a freak for being into that?' His heart would ache at the sigh in your voice, guilt growing in his stomach as your hand left. 'Sorry, I guess I'll just go back to my dorm.'

-As you turned to leave, Gyutaro would scramble off the bed, eyes blown wide. His foot would knock into an empty can on the floor, and He'd probably tip over some of the comics on his nightstand.

-'Wait-wait!' He'd step over a pile of clothes, and begin rummaging around in the drawer behind his bed.

-His thin hand would come back with a small pink vibe- attached to a thin white wire. You could barely fight back the evil grin on your face as he resurfaced, face just as pink as the vibrator.

-You feigned needing help onto his bed, just so he'd pick you up and set you there. His tenseness was comedic. As you fully situated yourself, Gyutaro just stood, hands in his pockets-

-'Well, come on?' You ushered, nodding to the space between your legs. Gyutaro looked to the spot and then back to you.

-This couldn't be real. You couldn't be fucking real. Even as you spread your legs infront of him, revealing your dripping fucking pussy-- it could not be fucking real. It was too pornographic. You couldn't be serious- Any second you'd snap your legs shut, realize how fucking disgusting he was- how worthless and weird- and you'd spit on him, get up, and leave-

-But you didn't. You pressed the vibe to your clit and Gyutaro watched in awe as your pussy clenched around nothing. Begging, pleading for a cock to fill you, just like all the forums said it would.

-You swore you heard him whimper- gasp- Feeling all powerful under his watchful eye. You were very pleased to find he was bulging through his sweats, a small wet patch already forming.

-He wouldn't be able to get over how fucking wet you were. How good your pussy responded to the vibrations, how good you looked when you craved dick-

-'You should... Your hard on looks like it hurts.'

-Fuck, everything hurt. Your voice made his balls ache, begging for release. He didn't want to cum so early- Didn't want to be a minute man infront of you.

-You wanted him to cum early so bad. His dick had already soaked through his sweats with pre- you knew you could get him worse.

-'Gyutaro, can you- Can you finger me?'

-So fucking cruel. So fucking evil-

-You knew he'd be no good. Too rough and fast, but to your surprise, he shook his head. Very admant.

-'Why not?'

-'I- my hands are gross.' He'd whisper. The poor thing sounded close to tears. He wanted to finger you so bad, but he was all to aware of the cracks and scabs along his knuckles. 'I don't want to get you dirty.'

-'Do you have gloves?' You were surprised by the desperation in your own voice. Fuck.

-'L-like latex?'

-'Mhm'

-Gyutaro had cleared the bed and rush to his bathroom, yanking the gloves from the medicine cabinet. You heard the faucet start, and then a crash and a bang-

-And then Gyutaro was back infront of you, one hand covered with a glove. And he smelled like cologne. You held back a laugh.

-He shivered at the way your pussy sucked his finger in. And then a second not even a minute later.

-'It hurts... You should get on top of me. It'll help.' You reasoned.

-Gyutaro watched you with wide eyes as he bent down next to you, the curve of his wrist allowing him to begin an all too gentle thrust into your pussy.

-His face was right by yours, drinking in the sight of you growing heavy eyed and huffy with awe.

-He picked up his speed. Fuck- you were a real doll, alright. So fucking perfect. All for him. All his- you were his, he decided, deluded by the intimacy of the situation.

-You weren't going to be allowed to go anywhere with any other man- ever again. Nobody else could see this. Nobody was going to see you cum other than him, make you cum, other than him.

-'You keep going just past it-' You'd groan with frustration.

-'Past- What?'

-'I need you to- my g-spot you keep hitting everything but it-'

-His face would turn bright red at the critique.

-'Your g-spot?'

-'Of course you wouldn't know what that is.' You'd snark, reaching down to grab his wrist. His jaw would tighten as you began to guide his hand in and out of your pussy, back arching as he grazed a textured part of your walls.

-He felt like a dildo, an object for you to chase your high-

-Gyutaro came before you, his free hand rushing to try and prevent it, but you'd feel him shiver and hear a soft-

-'Fuck- fuck!'

-And you' look to see a wet patch on the crotch of his sweats. It looked like he pissed himself, the stain starting at least midway down his thigh-

-You imagined such a gigantic load being forced past your cervix. His cock had to be huge- fucking huge- with enough cum to spill for days after.

-'I'm-I'm cumming-' You'd squeak as the vibrator paired with Gyutaro's shame sent you spiraling. His head would snap up to watch-

-You'd leave with nothing but a thanks, and a small comment on how he needed to clean his room - The look of shock on his face borderline second orgasm worthy- He'd already gotten hard again. He wanted to go- wanted you.

-But he'd get a text from you later that night. You'd be at a party- like he knew you were supposed to be.

-'Lol' would accompany a photo of you in a slutty little dress next to Tengen Uzui and those three bimbos always by his side. It would dock his confidence, send him spiraling- panicking-

-But it'd be there...a thin little wire peaking out from between your thighs.

-You'd send him your address and hope he'd have the balls to do something about it.

#demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #upper moons x reader #upper moon smut #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro smut

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littleboyblue1 · 3 months

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The Nod

a/n: apologies for the length, I got a little carried away with the backstory and the good part. I've had this idea that Steven wouldn't be so shy in bed, so I decided to play that out

warnings: smut, p in v, oral (m and f receiving), pet names, dom!steven, I can't think of anything else

Steven struggled to like you. Not because of your personality or looks or anything like that, but for one particular thing: the Nod. He couldn't stand it. After watching Marc or Jake brutally kill someone, you'd nod at them. He never could figure out why.

Marc and Jake claimed it was about sex. If she nodded, they'd have sex. That made Steven dislike you more. What's so sexy about murder?

Then they began nodding at you. When you moved in, you seemed to be lost. Almost like you didn't understand a normal life. You talked to a neighbor once, and Jake nodded with a soft smile; no sex that night. You came back from hanging out with some friends, and Marc nodded before you showered; no sex that night. The list goes on. Sometimes sex followed, but not often enough for the nod to be a sex thing. So what was it?

Steven learned soon enough. A horrible fight, and no one fronted to do it for him. He does fight, he just prefers not to. In the end, blood ran down his hands, and he could feel the warmth of it on his face. He was disgusted, then he looked at you and realized he'd just never been on the receiving end of it.

The nod is about approval. A slow nod with a twinkle in your eyes. It meant that what he did was okay. That he's okay. Their nods to you were to help you get accustomed to a regular life you'd once left behind. A healing nod, of sorts.

He also understood why nods sometimes ended in sex. Gaining your approval was... hot. It made his stomach so fluttery he thought he'd puke.

As soon as you were home and showered, he wanted you carnally. You'd taken a pillow and blanket, ready to go to the living room - you felt bad making him sleep with you, even if he said you could sleep with him. He disliked you, but respected his alters enough to treat you well.

Steven caught your wrist before you got too far. "Don't go," he said.

"Are you sure?" A hint of hope was in your eyes. Maybe Jake had finally convinced Steven to like you.

He nodded. "Please." You put your things back and laid down on your side. he laid beside you, and despite how badly he wanted you, he decided it was poor timing. So for the night, falling asleep to your even breaths was enough for him.

A few days later, Jake greeted you when you got off work. You were delighted when he came to walk you home - they're usually to tired to leave the house for more than work.

He kissed you softly, then took your hand. "Mi vida, how was your day?" he asked.

You smiled up at him. "Better now! How was yours?"

You made small talk for a few blocks, then it got serious. "Steven asked if we were okay with him," he chuckled, "'putting the moves on you'." You laughed a little too.

"He did ask me to sleep with him the other night," you recalled with a smile.

Jake looked shocked. "You guys had sex?"

You laughed again. "No. We slept in the same bed. He asked me to stay." You shrugged. It had been odd, but then Steven had had a rough night. His fights rarely got so violent.

"Ah, we knew it would work." You shot a look at Jake. "Marc and I thought if he fought with you, he might see you differently. We weren't sure what else to do." That explained why neither of them had fronted for Steven.

"Do about what?" you asked, a little confused.

"It's unfair you only get a boyfriend 2/3 of the time because Steven has annoying moral codes. We just thought we'd try our final card." You laughed again. 'Annoying moral codes' is something rarely applied to Moonknight.

"It worked then?" You asked.

"Yes. He wants to go on a date with you to apologize for being an ass."

"Those his words, or yours?" Jake laughed sarcastically at your words. "But I'd enjoy that."

"Good. We've just arrived to it." You rounded the corner to a nice little diner. When you turned on Jake, Steven had fronted.

...

The date went better than Steven anticipated. You accepted his apology, and you practically hung off his arm the whole way home. He spent the walk home wondering how he never knew about your interests.

At the front door, you nudged him playfully. "I can't believe I let you take me to your place on the first date," you teased. He seemed confused as he let you in.

"You live here?"

"I do." You wondered how to express to him what you meant. "Think I'll let you take me to bed?" You winked for emphasis.

"If you want to sleep." He shrugged. Marc was not kidding about him being a little dense.

As if one of them knew your predicament, Steven looked at a mirror, then turned beet red. "Are you sure?" After a few moments, he turned to you. "Did you mean sex?" You laughed.

"This is different foreplay than I'm used to, Steven," you teased, in hopes it would answer his question. He frowned. "No. I like it. You're being you. And I like you, Steven." Using his name a lot seemed to make him flustered. He muttered something, then came close to you.

Surprisingly, he didn't hesitate. His lips were a little chapped - Jake is anti chapstick, and they never recover from it - but the kiss was nice. You quickly made it to the bed, stripping both your clothes on the way.

Sitting on the bed, he loomed over you. He took ragged breaths, causing all his chest muscles to flex. You'd seen this body a hundred times, but it was so different on Steven. You expected Marc and Jake to be muscular, but you wouldn't expect it on Steven unless you knew the body beforehand.

Entirely out of character, Steven reached down and stroked himself. "You just gonna sit there? Or are you gonna get on your knees and suck it?" If it weren't for the accent, you'd have thought Jake fronted. You got on your knees quickly, holding your mouth open for him.

"Good girl." His words and demeanor change had you clenching around nothing. He lifted your chin, then promptly spit into your mouth. Who was this Steven?

Before you could think further, let along swallow, he grabbed a fistfull of hair and began thrusting into your throat, harder than even Marc dared to.

With each gag he pulled from you, you pulled a moan from him. Finally, when tears had mixed with the drool running down your chin, and you were sure you might choke to death, he pulled out.

"Get up, baby," he ordered. He still sounded intense, but a little softer. You stood, then he pushed you to lie down as he settled between your thighs. For a moment, you thought to tell him you hand't showered, but then his tongue ran up your folds, and a moan escaped him that said he didn't care. You moaned right along with him.

Through the pleasure - moaning, throwing your head back, and pushing his head down further - you could just barely make out what he was doing. Was he spelling his name with his tongue?

He added two fingers into the mix, brining you ever closer to your release. The strange movements of his fingers felt good in ways you didn't even know possible - you'd later learn those strange movements was his name in morse code, though he never explained why he knew or did it). You moaned and pushed his head down further until your legs shook, and he sat up. His face was wet, and he had a purely primal look in his eyes.

As he positioned his hips between your legs, he pushed his fingers into your mouth, silently forcing you to suck them. "You look so pretty, baby," he whispered as his trailed kissed from your pussy to your jaw. He didn't remove his fingers when he kissed your lips. He moaned into your open mouth as he started pushing into you.

After a second, he pushed in fast, bottoming out. You moaned together, and he dropped his head down to your neck to bite and suck. As quickly as he entered you, he pulled out and thrust again, setting a near brutal pace. He kept his fingers in your mouth, pulling your jaw open as you tossed your head back in pleasure. The result was strangled-sounding moans, making him grunt and moan just as loud as you.

As your legs lifted to wrap around his wait, his other hand settled on your breast, moving up and down with your bouncing. You could feel your second orgasm coming strong, only washing over you when his teeth sank into your collar bone. You grabbed his arm for support, scratching all down his bicep and forearm. He hissed, then moaned as his thrusts became quicker.

"I-" He moaned near pornographically. "I'm cuming, baby." He removed his fingers from your mouth, holding your hip for dear life.

"In-inside, Steven," you moaned out. Overstimulation was beginning to overcome you, but you took it in stride.

He didn't need convincing on your statement. He groaned with his release, slowing down his thrusts until he stopped. He was panting, and the sheen of sweat coating him made him twice as beautiful as before.

He laid down lazily beside you, slipping out so he could hold you more comfortably. "I'll get a cloth, just need a moment," he mumbled.

You smiled up at him from his chest. "Where on Earth did that come from!?"

#steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant fanfiction #jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight system #moon knight fanfic #i don't know where i got this idea from

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oonajaeadira · 9 months

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lookit this borb

Listen. I went to the Japanese grocery store today and bought myself a really nice hot cocoa mug and some truffle chips and some other chips that are supposed to be "soup flavor." What's soup meant to taste like? Dunno. But they really just tasted like less vinegary all-dressed.

BUT! The store has capsule machines now! Lookit this little chonk hamster!

He is a squish.

Yes.

Much squish.

But, y'all?

I got this not-squishable bird out of one of the capsules and need to show you the cute first.... Because is round,

...is butthole...

..is a tilty-head!

Okay, so then I used my translator app to find out what kind of borb this is...

Shima Enaga.

I've never heard of this borb. But apparently they live in Hokkaido and are indeed little roun cottonbols.

AND Y'ALL???

THEY'RE KNOWN FOR THE HEAD TILT.

I'MMA DIE

I'MMA FKN DIE RIGHT NOW

TODAY I LEARNED WHAT LOVE IS

AND ITS NAME IS SHIMA ENAGA

#new favorite borb

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fandomfluffandfuck · 7 days

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I don't know who else to tell 🫣🫣 Steve feeds my little pain kink so much 😔 he looks good bloody 😳😳😳😳

Anon, have you been spying on my AO3 history?

You can tell me this shit aaaall day 😘

I just worked my way through "The Least Difficult of Men" from isozyme. It's a stony fic (and I bet that one anon from the other day will be baffled by that 💀💀). Typically, stony isn't my cup of tea, no disrespect to the people who prefer the drink, BUT I am weak, weak, weak for masochistic Steve, and the tags drew me in. How could I resist? And I have not been disappointed at all! It is so fucking good, I finished it a little bit ago and there's so much visceral ✨️pain✨️

The imagery in that fic fuck.

I think a lot about Steve in general--let's be real--but I think a lot about the faces Steve makes specifically, and lately, I've had Steve's face in (consensual, of course) pain in my head.

Who wouldn't want to see that pretty face contorted in pain, enjoying it perversely. Taking something that should be so awful but feeling it so good. It's intense and hot and stinging and painful, but god, it hurts so good.

So good.

Imagine...

((stucky masochism/sadism below the cut))

Imagine Steve, struggling beautifully underneath the weight of the biting sensations he's being made to feel. Controlled and commanded. He's strung up, restrained, and totally helpless to the assault Bucky is waging on his body. Steve's arms are stretched out to his sides, straight, so he can feel the strain in his muscles every time he breathes--heaving, chest expanding, then contracting, shoulder blades shifting, muscles over his ribs rippling, his stomach clenching. The ropes coiled around his wrists tightly paint red across his fair skin. He doesn't need to move, so his ankles are also bound, not as wide--he can stand, but it's not so easy on him. That's part of why he keeps tensing and squirming. But it isn't the whole story. He's squirming and tensing, his muscled body tight, because Bucky keeps hurting him.

Oh, God.

Steve chokes, his blue eyes welling until they glisten like jewels. He's so close to overflowing, nearly sobbing, but not yet. He can hold out for longer... right? He won't start crying yet?

But-!

Bucky's fingers are delightfully, horribly cruel--scratching deep lines in his fair skin until he looks like he's been mauled by a wild animal, lines down his back and across chest and up his thighs, lines underscoring his desire; slapping bruises across his ass until his poor backside is nearly purple, throbbing with heat; biting and pinching his hips so they're dotted with fingertip bruises like obscene flower petals; twisting his nipples until they get puffy and swollen, abused hotly; thumbing the slit of his pulsing cock until Steve feels raw and achy, leaking all over himself, making a mess. All of that torture and more. So much more that Steve can't fucking keep track of it all. It's so overwhelming. He can't--

He doesn't--

He doesn't know what's happening. He just knows that it makes his nerves all burn and crackle with an inferno he can't get anyway else. Nothing else sets fire to him so completely.

Nothing feels like this.

Fuck, he doesn't know what to feel because it all feels so good. It's so overwhelming in every way. Steve doesn't know where to look. He can't look at Bucky with that evil, gorgeous smile on his face--all teeth, dangerous and divine. He can't look at nothing, focused somewhere out in front of him, because then all he has to go off of is the way his skin sings.

And he can't fucking look down at himself because then all he sees is the evidence of how far he's willing to go for pleasure. The evidence of his pure depravity written across his skin as if he's a book. If he dares to look down at himself and feel the throb of flooding arousal, his teary and blue, so blue, eyes find hazily that his skin is blushing. He's sweating so much that he's glistening. Glowing red. And, Christ, his nipples are so red and hard over his round pecs that move with his gasping chest. His chest! Steve squirms as much as he can--his chest is scored with marks. Below that, if he can keep his blurry eyes open, his stomach is tight with lust, but his eyes skim over it much easier to stare down at his weeping, twitching, throbbing cock. He couldn't be harder if he tried.

Jesus.

Pain takes him from every angle, but it sharpens and deepens until he's wailing when Bucky flicks the head of his cock. Bright. Bright. FUCK. It's so bright and awful and good. White hot, teeth-gritting pain that cuts through him. Slices into his chest and makes it so he can't breath. The sensation viciously rips up from his cock into his belly and, and, and--

Steve screams when he does it again. Flicking the overly sensitive head of his dripping cock.

He's sobbing.

There's no choice in it. Sobbing. Steve can't choke it down or bite it off. He's sobbing whether he wants to or not now. He doesn't have a choice when he's burning alive, relishing in it. Maybe he's insane but, GOD, it hurts so good that he never wants it to stop. Clenching his fists until the bones in his hands creak.

Flick. Flick. Flick.

Ah! AH! AH!

It hurts so bad that he wants it to stop right now. Never. Stop. Don't. He cries harder. He moans louder.

Steve struggles so hard under the eating, all-consuming sensation that he loses his footing, gasping, the ground disappearing beneath him with a terrifying suddenty. Heart thudding in his chest like it might speed out of control, rising into his throat.

Scrambling with muscles melted, Bucky has to help Steve back to his feet to give him what he craves. More pain. More pleasure. More torture--merciless and so goddamn perfect.

Bucky. Bucky.Bucky.Bucky that's all Steve has besides glorious pain.

Bucky.

Bucky is so good to him. Marking him up, stripping him down completely to his bare bones, killing him by how alive he makes him feel.

Bucky is so good to him.

Bucky could use an implement on Steve rather than his hands, something, anything--a crop, a flogger, a paddle, vampire gloves, clothes pins, clamps, anything. Anything. But he isn't. He's taking Steve apart with his bare hands, making him whine rustily and cry desperately and ache for a taste of mercy.

Using nothing more than his hands to leave his mouth hanging open, sobbing, squirming pathetically weakly, sweetly garbling, "h-hurts! AH! It huurts!" when he can't take it anymore, he's gonna fucking cum. It's so much. So good.

Bucky cocks his head to the side, "aww," he clicks his tongue, pouting at him as he steps in closer, intentionally rubbing his thigh against him so Steve can feel the raw head of his dick catch Bucky's pants, the friction making him want to scream all over again, muscles tensing and quivering, wrecked, "it hurts, does it, baby?"

Steve moans low in his throat, exhausted in the best way, hanging his head, barely nodding.

"Poor thing," Bucky wraps his arms around Steve's neck, playing innocent while pressing his knee to Steve's heavy, tight balls. Totally unrelenting as he flinches and sings for him, crying out in pain.

"Nnngh!" Steve whines raggedly, stretching to get onto his toes. The pain of his balls getting smashed against the thick, corded muscle of Bucky's killer thighs is, is... it's gonna, yeah, God, it's gonna kill him. He's gonna die. He's gonna cum. Now. Bucky is ruthless, making him hurt deliciously everywhere. Fuuuck.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #i wasn't trying to write a little bit for this #but #look #my love for masochist steve just took over completely #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #fic rec

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epickiya722 · 5 months

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If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....

I don't think I have answered this before! If I have, I don't mind answering again since my answers switch up sometimes.

For the first part, I just know this ask response is gonna get long so I'll be talking about three of my favorite characters. I have a lot of characters I like...

🐯 From day one, Itadori has been my #1 favorite character. He's just a total sweetheart, energetic and funny. He's caring, wanting people to have a "proper death". First episode/chapter, what established it for me that I was going to like Itadori is when states to Sasaki and Iguchi that he'd rather stay with the Occult Club because he liked being there and he could get out early to visit his grandfather. Like, how could I not like him when just a few moments into the story, he gives away what kind of person he is? He admires Ozawa for her elegance and that is damn beautiful! Even remembered her even though she looked like a totally different person.

Itadori is also probably one of the most badass characters. No, no, because this kid already was breaking records and moving faster than damn cars BEFORE getting cursed energy. He also studied martial arts and was able to hold off a curse WITHOUT cursed energy. He was able to adapt to jujutsu within months. Gojo even mentions how Itadori barely blinks an eye at curses, something that some curse users with years of experience aren't able to do. He's picks up things fast.

I say he matches up with Sukuna's level of crazy. He swallows A FINGER THAT LOOKED LIKE THAT JUST TO SAVE PEOPLE. And later, he barely has moments of hesitation swallowing more of those cursed fingers. He even asked at one point, "Should I eat?" LIKE, ITADORI, FOR REAL?! He's a strange kid and I adore him for it.

Okay, moving on to the next character!

💙 Every time Miwa calls herself "useless", I just want to hug her. Like, she's so sweet and just want to do good, you know? A big sister who trains to be a sorcerer to earn money to support her little brothers. She wants to take up a job that will most likely get you killed (and she almost does) just to take care of her family!

Unlike the other Kyoto students, she isn't as jaded, which makes her stand out to me. It's a nice touch. When their principal assigns them to kill Itadori, she voices her discomfort with the idea and just by that I just knew she had to be the heart of their group.

Even when scared, she is willing to take action. I'm sorry, say what you want about her but Miwa can say that she is one of the first to actually to step up to Kenjaku close, looked that crazy ass in the eye and swung her sword for a hit. And did so, even thought she probably wouldn't be able to swing a sword again because of a Binding Vow.

🍙 Inumaki is great to me because for a character that says few words, he got a lot of personality. His actions gives away just how he is. He seems aloof, but no. He's just as silly as the others. He cares about others, protective. He's willing to fight for others and push himself to his limits even though (like I do with Itadori) it makes me scream because "SUNSHINE, I DON'T TO SEE YOU SUFFER, FALL BACK".

It's a nice that Inumaki chooses to still have some communication with his friends even though it can be a little difficult at times. Like, he rather not come off as intimidating and distant. He still wants to have that bond, you know?

Speaking of, that is also another thing I like about Inumaki is that he chooses to speak in rice-ball ingredients. When I first had that revealed to me, I was like "that is too funny, I love it". And he also has a garden he takes care of. (Seen in the movie, JJK 0.)

Also, with all of these three, I admire their character designs. They're some of my favorite designs. Itadori's pink and black hair with those round brown eyes? Miwa's blue hair with the asymmetrical bangs and the suit. Inumaki's light hair, pretty lashes with those purple eyes (brown in the manga, love either or) and tattoos?

All of that, I just love!

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Okay, there's a lot of my moments I love in the series so I'm going do one moment from the JJK 0 movie, one from season 1, one from season 2, one from the manga (so spoilers ahead) and Juju Scroll moment.

💜 I love the movie overall, but if I had to say the first scene that comes to my mind is when Geto pulled up to the school on a big ass bird. That whole scene, from his arrival to him leaving was funny as hell to me. Again, dude arrived on the campus on a bird with his twin daughters and some shirtless dude with hearts on his nipples to declare a war in Kyoto and Shinjuku. And when he leaves, it wasn't like he went "Well, there you have it, I shall release some curses, ta-ta for now". Geto leaves because Nanako reminded him about crepes. CREPES! He was gonna leave regardless, but the fact that one of his girls was like "we gotta go get crepes" and he goes into dad mode to get them crepes was hilarious!

💜 From season 1, the whole Sukuna and Itadori confrontation after Sukuna killed him. Now, you would think Itadori would be frightened that he was face to face with the guy who first declared wanting to cause a massacre when he is incarnated and then later ripped out his heart. But no. Itadori was rightfully pissed and decided he wanted to square up with Sukuna. It's one of my favorite moments between the two. It shows that even though Sukuna is the big bad and will kill you without hesitation, Itadori is not afraid of this dude. If anything, if I was Sukuna, I would be afraid of Itadori. This kid swallowed his finger like it was nothing, decides he'll eat all the fingers and die just so Sukuna can die, and when he sees Sukuna in a BLOOD RED DIMENSION? He sasses him!!

💜 Oooh, okay, from season 2, I'm having a hard time choosing to talk about the Choso v. Itadori or the "I am you" moment, but I'm choosing the latter because I have something to say about the end of it. After all the bull, Mahito put Itadori, I was so waiting for his downfall at the hands of Itadori. When it came in the manga, I was so thrilled. Animated?! YES!! Enoki delivered Itadori's lines!! The animation with the snow, the wolves and the rabbits while Itadori pursed Mahito was everything for me. The rabbit with the broke leg made my heart hurt though... Now, the ending of it and I mean when Kenjaku comes up. I was dissatisfied when Itadori didn't get to completely finish Mahito off, and maybe I still am, but then I thought about it. What would it have done for Itadori? Yes, he would have gotten his full revenge, but by then... Itadori wouldn't have felt anything from it. He tells Mahito that he's just a cog in the system, that he's just another sorcerer meant to kill curses. He's numbed from everything, so even if he did kill Mahito, it would have done nothing much for him anyways. Often in stories, characters get revenge and aren't even satisfied from it. So, Itadori was kinda spared from following into that trope. Also, when he sees Kenjaku, he remembers Gojo and therefore, the task of getting his teacher back. He remembers his rolez his job. Killing Mahito would almost had been a waste of his time.

💜 A Juju Stroll I really like is the one where the Tokyo students are asked if they like dogs or cats. It's one of the underrated ones and it's so funny to me. Itadori is so indecisive, Megumi doesn't even hesitate with his answer ("dogs"), Inumaki is Inumaki and you got Nobara and Maki bonding, and then there's Panda. He was upset no one said pandas.

💜 For a manga moment, hard to choose but you know how Megumi and Nobara were "menaces" during their earlier school days? Yeah, Itadori is not excluded from that. He's still a sweetheart, but at the beginning of 163, we get a flashback. It serves as some backstory as to how Rin Amai knew Itadori from back in Sendai. Here's what happen. Amai was with a group of these other guys who was bullying this one kid. Amai just hung back and not do anything since he didn't want to be a target. In comes Itadori, who was a middle schooler at this time. He walks up and tells the bullies to knock it off. Of course, bullies are not fazed and stupid and decide to rush at Itadori. And guess what? Got their asses kicked. And the whole time, Itadori just has this look on his face that shows he was not playing around. And the look he gives Amai? That was a death glare. There's even a speck of blood of his face that just makes him look even more frightening and Amai is scared shirtless. That moment stick out to me because it comes after the chapter where Amai talks to Itadori like they're old friends and even brings up his "Tiger of the West" nickname. That moment had me thinking they were genuinely old buddies or whatever. No. Flashback came and it turns out Amai hung out with the guys Itadori beat up for bullying someone.

#kiya answers #kiya answers questions #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk spoilers #jjk manga spoilers #itadori yuji #itadori yuuji #yuji itadori #yuuji itadori #miwa kasumi #kasumi miwa #inumaki toge #toge inumaki #💖🐯👊#💜🐍🍙#💙😊🗡

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original-character-championship · 1 year

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Bracket C Roun 1

Poll 14

Yael [Yah-EL] Edelman (@when-wax-wings-melt) vs. Myghal Tregory - The Diminutive Scholar (@light-lost-logs)

155. Yael [Yah-EL] Edelman (@when-wax-wings-melt)

she/her

My gorgeous gorgeous girl is your favorite mid-sized black jewish bi ace protagonist in the entire world! Have you ever haunted YOUR best friend and tried to stop him from avenging your untimely death? No? Well, guess who has! She's got it all: Judaism, attraction to women AND appreciation of a good looking boy, a tummy and thighs, brown eyes and a tongue that just don't stop trashing the hell out of the only person in the world who can hear her speak! She's permanently seventeen but she would have wanted to be a teacher, were she still alive, in order to help kids so they don't feel as much of the same undying anger she carries around with her every single day! She's traumatized, she loves her family, she's... YAEL!!

Midsized, dark brown skin, typically braids down to mid-back or so, dark brown eyes, big red glasses. She wears a star of david around her neck and also has some awesome fashion sense! She likes tighter tops w big baggy pants.

156. Myghal Tregory - The Diminutive Scholar (@light-lost-logs)

He/Him

He's a sentient rat trying to find the secret to immortality in a gothic sci-fi version of victorian london run by space bats that's underground hiding from the sun (who is sentient and will not let breaking the laws of physics and suchlike happen in the daylight) because he found out that rats only live two years and HES ONE AND A QUARTER.

He's like OH. HOLY SHIT. I DON'T WANT TO DIE. THAT'S NOT FAIR. because it's not to him, right? He's as sentient as any human or cat. And they get to live for decades. You know humans in the neath (underground) can live basically forever? Humans get to come back when they die down there. You know what doesn't? Rats. Rats have one life and they die and they only get two years but they are literally as sentient as everyone else. But also everyone treats them shittily because they're rats. Nobody takes him seriously as an academic. Nobody! they let tigers run a whole continent but they won't let a rat practice chemistry.

He has spent BASICALLY THE MAJORITY OF HIS LIFE studying and nobody even lets him check books out of the library because he's a ten inch tall rat. And everything is human sized and nobody respects him and you know he's just had enough which is why HE HAS ACCQUIRED A GUN. He WILL GET THE REQUIRED STUDYING MATERIALS FOR ACHIEVING IMMORTALITY (which is possible here) WHETHER HE GETS THEM NICELY OR HE HAS TO SHOOT PEOPLE. he's fucking fed up of not being listened to.

He is 11"" tall. He is cornish. He is a rat. He is afraid of his own mortality. He is furious about the injustices done to him. He is doing illegal science unto himself in order to get time, just a little more time, to enjoy his life. To find something worth living for. To be able to say at the end of it all ""yes, i lived a good life, i saw more of the world than my room and i experienced its wonders enough to fill my heart"".

He has a gun and he will use it.

What else could you ask from a character? Do YOUR blorbos have guns to defend their rights to academia and The Forbidden Sciences Beyond The Colour Of Time? No? Then vote for Treg. A vote for Treg is a vote for ALL ratkind.

Treg is a small, fawn blaze berkshire rat with a bristle coat. Which in rat fancier speak means he's ginger on top and white underneath, with rough fur, sort of like a cream and white german shepard. He has a pink nose, ears, hands, feet and tail, with red eyes and white whiskers. The fur on his face sort of looks like a little moustache and goatee, just a bit.

He wears a white knitted jumper made of wool, brown doll's trousers (it's sort of hard to find clothes fitted for rats) some shoes which are basically just doll's shoes that have been dipped in wax underneath so he has some semblance of soles for wearing on the hard cobblestones, and a tiny little pair of round spectacles that are held in place on his face with string and clips that hold onto the ears. His eyeglasses are stained in Violant, which is a very vibrant purple-scarlet colour from underground that forces you to remember things you otherwise might forget. He wears these because a lot of things in the neath can make you Forget knowledge you might want, and he is determined not to. He also has a woolen hat he wears sometimes if he's cold.

#oc championship #tournament poll #round 1 #bracket c #155 Yael Edelman #156 Myghal Tregory

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french-teapot · 8 months

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Okay so I had to draw these guys too cos they're all more important than the other random classmates, but they're not actually in Roune's class. Well, May was but like... y'know... she dead.

But especially Rhys since he's like, also another major main character.

#drawings #oc #original character #digital art #character design

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pulaasul · 1 year

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Deserve

Hikari Natsumi calls for the Girls Remix to be reactivated to give Beroba her divine retribution.

A/N: As @tokuteasings published their vent fic about Neon’s circumstance in Geats 29, here’s my vent fic. I would like to thank @narashikari @thehistorynut19 @tokuteasings for helping me brainstorm this idea.

credits to @asknarashikari as it was her prompt that gave me this idea.

credits to @flaim-ita because she helped me figure out how to introduce Kamen Rider Decade to Keiwa. I used and modified her answer to the anon ask she responded to, and yes, the anon was my cousin XD

FFN I Ao3

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"Sakura, could you call Narumi-san?" Yukimi called out to her daughter, who was studying by the waiting area.

"Do you want a case to be solved, mama?" Sakura questioned, curious why her mother was asking for a detective.

"Remember the celebrities you kids brought over a while ago?" Yukimi handed her phone to her daughter. "It seems like one of them is a Kamen Rider and I just received this video from someone I don't know."

"Eh, Neon-chan is?"

"What's wrong?" Ikki went out to the waiting area. "You want to speak with Terui-san's wife, Kaa-chan?"

"Ikki-nii, look at this."

Ikki and Sakura watched the video that was on their mother's phone. They're watching an artwork of a chibi woman announcing something about how one Kurama Neon was a product of the Goddess of Creation and how she replaced the deceased Kurama Akari.

"This reminds me of the time when we found out that Tou-chan has Giffu's cells." Ikki commented.

"This is very frustrating!" Sakura exclaimed.

"I'll call Terui-keiji and try to get his wife to come," Ikki volunteered. "I'm leaving this in your care, Sakura."

"Eh?"

"You can do this."

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"The Desire Grand Prix is a tournament for Kamen Riders in a bid to wish for their ideal world." A woman in pigtails narrated. "This is the fourth time where a tournament like this was held, the first one was with Kamen Rider Ryuki, The Second Time was with Kamen Rider Gaim, and the third time was with Kamen Rider Ex-Aid."

"Ryuki…" Sakura trailed off. "That seems familiar."

"Kamen Rider Ryuki – Kido Shinji, Kamen Rider Knight – Akiyama Ren, we met them sometime last year." Ikki called out from behind the wall.

"Eh, I don't remember." Sakura blurted out.

"Just don't mind it."

"I thought Kamen Riders are heroes?" Yukimi questioned as she processed the explanation the detective relayed.

"Not all Kamen Riders are heroes, Igarashi-san," Akiko shook her head.

"I also participated in the Desire Grand Prix once." Ikki contributed. "I know some of the Kamen Riders participating there."

"Eh? I don't remember that." Sakura looked at her brother in surprise.

"We met Kido-san and Akiyama-san during that Grand Prix." Ikki offered.

"Really?"

"Part of the Desire Grand Prix's operation is to erase the memories of everyone not involved in the Grand Prix but were caught in a crossfire."

"You won, didn't you, Ikki?" Yukimi looked at her son before she caressed her son's face.

Ikki nodded. "It's how I remember Vice."

"Since we're all involved with Kamen Riders, I don't think I will keep this a secret from you all," Akiko smiled. "I know why you called me here, Sakura-chan, it's about Neon-chan, isn't it?"

"How?"

"Apart from my reputable source, there's someone who takes pride in all-female Kamen Riders and she definitely did not like how Neon-chan was treated currently, she can't confront everyone involved on her own so she contacted everyone who she thought would best deal with the situation.

"Sakura!" Hana got inside the Igarashi's waiting area, out of breath, followed by an equally frazzled Daiji and Tamaki.

"You got a video about Neon-chan too?"

"If Hana-sama wants to help, I wa-"

"Let's leave this to them, Tamaki." Ikki swung his arms around the younger male.

"Sakura and the others can handle this." Daiji affirmed his brother's statement.

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Keiwa was sitting in his cell. Due to Ace's previous rampage, Michinaga postponed the third round of the game, which meant he stayed in the cell for the night.

He didn't know why, but Beroba and the others did not take his phone away, which meant he was also able to inform his sister that he won't be able to make it home for the night.

"Keiwa-kun, are you okay?"

"Eh? I-Igarashi-san?" Keiwa was surprised to see the other man outside his cell. "W-what are you doing here?"

"To get you out of here, of course."

"Y-you-"

"I don't know what Ace wrote on my desire card, but I didn't forget about the DGP."

"Neon-chan!"

"Don't worry about Neon-chan," Ikki smiled. "Now I need you to stand back for a bit."

Keiwa nodded as Ikki brandished a neon blue axe and pressed the Rex Vistamp on its stamp pad and hacked on the cell, cutting the cell's bars into pieces and created an opening for him to go through.

"We need to stay here until my sister arrives."

"Third Round of the Bullfighting Game starts." Beroba's voice could be heard in the room as a holographic screen graced Keiwa's and Ikki's presence. "Naa-go Vs. Rook. Fight!"

Neon was seen on the screen entering the battlefield and she was immediately attacked as soon as she stepped foot into the arena.

"Neon-chan."

Before Keiwa could even react two chains suddenly sprouted from the ground and restrained the attacking Jamato as the space behind Neon becomes distorted.

"So as we wait for Daiji and the others, here's a bento, my mom made it for you." Ikki handed Keiwa a bento, to which Keiwa bowed in gratitude.

"Thank you."

"Mom also insisted that we bring you a change of clothes." Ikki handed Keiwa a bag of clothes.

"You really didn't have to, getting me out of the cell was help enough."

"Don't mention it, mom wanted to be prepared in case things weren't favorable to you."

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"Chain Now."

"King Cobra."

"Queen Bee."

"Invincible Je-je-jeanne!"

"Aaaah – Aguilera!"

Blue and Orange streaks started attacking the restrained Jamato and none of them let up until the new Blue-Orange entity kicked the Jamato in the air.

A number of golden bees swarmed the Rook Jamato before it was blown away to a nearby wall from the explosion the swarm generated.

"Chain Now."

Another set of ice chains

"What's going on?!" Beroba demanded as the Jamato struggled to get up from the attack it just endured.

But a smirk appeared on the supporter's face.

Unbeknownst to the attackers, there was another enemy, it may have been discovered by Tycoon and Geats, but Beroba doubted that the latter was able to inform Naa-go about it.

Suddenly behind the Blue-Orange, Gold-Blue, and White-Orange attackers, another Jamato phased through the floor in an attempt to wound Neon as she stood behind her saviors.

"Not on my watch!" Another person, this time someone wearing brown with red accents with an orange helmet stepped in front of Neon and placed her hand on her belt.

"Barrier Now!"

An intricately-patterned barrier appeared in front of the warrior and defended both Neon and herself from the Jamato.

The Blue-Orange warrior used the dreadlocks on their helmet and bound the Jamato with it and threw it towards the other Jamato that they just defeated.

"Why yo-"

"Blizzard now." The warrior with the orange helmet froze the two Jamato together, rendering both immobile.

A zipper appeared above Michinaga and Daichi, as they were about to attack the invading force, released vines that bound both men in mid-air.

"Wha-" Beroba immediately retrieved her Laser Raise Riser but another tendril of vine stopped her from equipping her Laser Raise Riser with her Rise Cartridge." Jamato? How?!"

"These are not your Jamatos, these are Helheim's plants."

The grip the vines had on Beroba's hands tightened forcing her to drop her weapon and transformation trinkets as a woman in white with yellow hair descended from the open zipper the vines came from.

"Noroshi Muchuu!"

Smoke enveloped Neon and before anyone could react, she was suddenly in front of Beroba with another warrior wearing brown and gold armor.

"What are you going to do, Kurama Neon-chan?" Beroba taunted. "No, Kurama Akari Nigou-chan?"

A resounding slap echoed through the arena.

Beroba wasn't facing Neon anymore as the force of the slap forced her to look to the side.

"How dare you?" Neon's voice whimpered as she struggled to hold back her tears. "How dare you tell that story on Akari-chan's birthday, on my birthday!" She yelled.

"I live for the people's suffering, bleh." Beroba stuck out her tongue, proud of what she just said.

"Right, We're all just entertainment for you," Neon took a deep breath and turned her back on the woman responsible for everything that had gone wrong. "Berobaa-san."

"How da- How dare you call me that?!" Beroba's lost her composure as she struggled against her restraints. "You, you, you person! You were only created by the goddess's power!"

"The future must be full of dumb people, no offense to the other supporters." Neon continued her spiel ignoring the ballistic woman, struggling against the vines that restrained her.

"Do not ignore me you fake!" Beroba continued to struggle against her bonds.

"How come Neon-chan?" The blonde woman in white asked as she smiled at the youngest woman in the group as flicked her wrists and tightened her hold on the captives.

"If the time they came from is our future then that would mean that destroying our present would erase their time," Neon as she faced the three people in the Jamato faction. "That also means that you both are dumb Michinaga, Isuzu."

"Do not ignore memphfff"

Vines sprouted from Beroba's restraints and gagged the already-restrained woman leaving only aggressive sounds from her.

Michinaga clicked his tongue.

"I'm smarter than you'll ever be, spoilt fake princess." Daichi retorted

"My existence may be a fake, but I still made my life, what about you, Isuzu?" Neon smiled sweetly. "You never figured out that I was the Dezastar."

"What has got that outdated game have to do with this?"

"That you may think you're smart but you're actually dumb," Neon shrugged. "You know who did figure it out? It was the person who you framed in the very first round."

"No, that's impossible!"

"Unlike you, Keiwa observed and worked with every information he got," Neon smiled. "Which means he's a lot smarter than you."

"He got it wrong the first ti-."

"Sae-san was covering for me." Neon cut off Daichi's sentence. "That and he figured it out because he actually knew me, knew Ace and me for him to be confident in his deduction, which you wouldn't have figured out because all you got were superficial information.

"Are you telling me, friendship made him able to figure it out? Don't make me laugh!"

"I didn't really think someone dumb like you could ever understand."

"Du-"

Vines covered Daichi's mouth, muffling his next words.

"Who cares if it's your future, it's still free entertainment." Beroba giggled.

The woman in white raised an eyebrow at the remains of the vines that were used to gag her.

"Looks like I was right, you are indeed dumb, Berobaa-san." Neon smiled.

Beroba glared at Neon but she didn't explode as she did earlier.

"She has a point." The ethereal woman agreed as she chuckled at how humorously dull the woman was. "Well, maybe not as dumb as the scientist who wanted to destroy the universe without thinking that he'd be destroyed alongside it."

"Aah! That's right!" The Blue-Orange and White-Orange warriors pointed at each other as they figured out what Neon was talking about.

"Indeed," The Blue-Gold warrior nodded.

"This has gone on long enough." The brown warrior slammed the hilt of her sword onto each of the enemy's necks, knocking them unconscious.

Well except for one.

"Don't tell me."

"Yes, we are all Kamen Riders here." Everyone de-transformed out of their Rider suits and revealed their identities to everyone present, well revealed their physical appearance to everyone.

"Well not all of us," The ethereal woman chirped in.

"Eh, close enough, Mai-chan." Another woman walked out of the distorted space below. "You are Kouta-kun's equivalent after all and he's Kamen Rider Gaim."

"Why thank you, Natsumi-chan." The woman – Mai – expressed her gratitude for the praise.

"Tch." Michinaga clicked his tongue once more.

"Get this over with," He growled.

"There is still a chance, Michinaga." Neon offered.

Michinaga used all of his strength to roll his sleeve up and show everyone the moss and grass that grew on his hand.

"Whatever chance you're talking about, doesn't exist," Michinaga growled. "I only live solely to destroy every Kamen Rider."

"Good luck with that." The woman who just exited the distorted space before it fizzled out of existence laughed.

"I must agree."

"Tch."

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"Enjoying ourselves?"

The space in the hallway distorted and out came a man in Magenta followed by people in blue carrying guns.

"They're clever, installing a barrier to prevent anyone from entering." The man in pink hummed. "How you got here before us, Revi, is a mystery."

"I asked Natsumi-san the entrance to this place and waited for Neon-chan to get inside." Ikki informed." I timed my entrance with Neon-chan's so that I could get in."

"That's why Live mentioned you immediately ran off."

"Thank you for helping us save Keiwa, Kadoya."

"Think nothing of it, Revi." The man – Kadoya shook his head. "It was a favor from Natsumikan." He casually pointed at the woman who exited the distorted space on the screen.

"Mou nii-chan, you didn't have to rush here, we would have gotten here eventually."

"I know, but someone needed my help." Ikki rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well that's how you are nii-chan, I guess it couldn't be helped."

"There's still some time before the ladies will be done with Beroba, Nadge-Sparrow, and Buffa." Kadoya announced. "You can have your men do some routine check-ups on Tycoon, Live."

Daiji merely nodded before gesturing for one of his men to check on Keiwa.

"Ano, what did they mean about 'Good Luck' when Michinaga stated his sole reason to live?" Keiwa couldn't help but ask as he was ordered to remove his shirt, revealing some untreated bruises he got when he fought in the first round and lost to cheaters.

Kadoya scoffed as he watched the girls give Neon some comforting hugs on screen.

"The last time a Rider tried to kill all others was me," He gave wistful smile. "It took months, with far less of us."

Keiwa looked at Kadoya with a look of abject horror, inching slightly backward from the man in pink.

He then stared at Ikki, as if prompting the man to explain himself.

"He got better?" Ikki offered, still not sure of the stories he heard from the other Kamen Riders he had met, least of all Kadoya himself.

"Who are you?" Keiwa couldn't help but ask as he gulped saliva.

"Depends on what you want from me." Kadoya hummed as he snapped a photo of the rescued man's distressed state.

"A name would be nice."

The man looked Keiwa in the eyes.

"Kadoya Tsukasa," The man in magenta – Kadoya Tsukasa, said. "I'm just a passing through Kamen Rider… and destroyer of worlds."

Keiwa could only gulp as he realized how much of a folly Michinaga's wish was.

"Don't worry about it, like nii-chan said, he got better." Daiji offered, even when he shared his brother's feelings about Kadoya.

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Natsumi, Akiko, Mai, Mayu, Yaiba, Reika, Sakura, Hana, and Neon were at the lounge area of the Igarashi's bath house, enjoying their time together. They were wearing the bathhouse's yukatas and drinking milk.

"You know had Natsumi-san not contacted me, I wouldn't have known that there's another Rider Battle tournament going on." Mai, who now has black hair and is dressed in a simple shirt and blue hoodie, stated. "Even if I don't really consider what happened in Zawame as a Rider Battle."

"So, Kamen Rider…" Neon trailed off. "They have always existed?"

"Since the 70s," Natsumi answered. "At least in this world."

"In this world?" Sakura asked.

"Parallel Worlds," Akiko offered. "Not that my source really knows a lot about it, every time we are presented with options there is a world where we chose the other option."

"That makes sense, the Gaia Library wouldn't have that much information about other worlds."

"Gaia library?" Reika questioned. "Is that like the libraries we have at the Sword of Logos?"

"Close," Natsumi answered. "However I won't be saying much, people would kill for access to that information."

"Understandable." Reika nodded.

"So there is a world where I was sacrificed for Giff." Hana hummed to herself.

"Or a world where I became like my nee-san." Mayu stated off-handedly.

"I find that not thinking of our parallel selves is beneficial for all of us," Akiko offered. "After all we are living our lives in the present."

"That's why you don't have to pay attention to the words of the people in the future," Natsumi looked Neon in the eyes. "No matter what they say, you are a Kamen Rider, you deserve to be one."

"You've visited that time period, haven't you, Natsumi-san?"

"Yes and it wasn't pretty," Natsumi shook her head. "I would even say it's worse than the world where Sougo-kun was Ohma Zi-O" He sighed. "The reason I was even aware of what was happening in the first place was that I was there when Beroba made the announcement."

"That bad, huh?" Akiko commented.

"Sougo-kun… You mean Tsukuyomi-san's friend?" Sakura asked.

"It's better if we don't think that far away, ourselves," Yukimi stated. "We just focus on the now and live our lives in the present."

"Are you a Kamen Rider too, Igarashi-san?" Neon couldn't help but ask the mother of the group.

"No, I am a proud wife and mother of Kamen Riders, and that's enough for me."

"Don't let her fool you!" Sakura responded almost immediately. "Mama is strong!"

Everyone just laughed at the outburst.

As everyone continued to enjoy their time Kyuun was outside the Igarashi bathhouse, eavesdropping on the conversation that happened as he looked at his Laser Raise Riser before walking away.

#kamen rider geats #kamen rider decade #kamen rider revice #neon kurama #kurama neon #igarashi sakura #igarashi ikki #inamori mayu #takatsukasa mai #hikari natsumi #kadoya tsukasa #story #deserve #shindai reika #yaiba yua #natsuki hana #igarashi yukimi

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Flowers and teddy bear shaped hearts

Sabo let out a breathy sigh as he looked out across the street towards the Bakery his childhood friend owned. “Teddy bear pastries” was such a Koala thing to name her bakery.

He almost jolted, falling back in his chair as it tipped dangerously low to the floor when he heard the door of his floral shop slam right open as the girl he had been thinking about stormed in, the door shut right when she stood up to the front. “Sabo!” She exclaimed, her hands slamming on the counter and a pout on her lips which he couldn't help but be drawn. Her voice raised suddenly, "are you even listening??" Without realizing it, he'd been so distracted by her that he hadn't heard what she had started saying. “Sorry sorry, what?” Sabo offered to raise his hands in his defense. “You forgot you promised to come and try the new snacks on the menu at the bakery, you big jerk!”

His blue eyes widened and he could feel the sweat on the back of his neck. Ah, crap, he really had forgotten about that: he had been so busy helping Ace at his firework stand it slipped his mind.

“I am so sorry Koala, let me make it up to you,“ he said with a nervous smile on his face, anticipating her to hit him. She put her finger to her lip, thinking it over “Okay, then you will come by after your shift, got it?!” Don’t you dare forget this time. I mean it, Sabo!”. “I wouldn't dare to miss it, swear on my flower shop,” he said with a laugh before he gasped. “Stay right there, Koala!”

She could only stare when he jumped up from his stool, which fell to the ground with a loud clunk as he ran into the backroom. What on earth was he even doing right now? Koala never could figure out what was going on in that thick skull head of his.

She jolted hearing loud crashes from the back room. She winced that sounded painful almost “Er… Sabo, are you alright?” she called out, peaking over the counter with a nervous expression on her face. “Hold on!” he called out with more loud bangs echoing in the room.

The door finally slammed open as he ran out with his hands behind his back with a charming grin on his face. “This better not be like the whoopie pie,” she said. “Nope, it's even better!” He said, pulling out a bouquet behind his back, pushing the pink peonies, the red roses and the pink tulips in her hands.

Her eyes widened as she looked down at them, hiding her face in them to cover up the vibrant pink hue across her round cheeks. “Do you like them?” he asked with a chuckle. “They're beautiful, Thank you!” she stammered out. Why would he give her flowers? Did he like her the same way she did to him?

Sabo rubbed the back of his blonde hair. “I just thought they suited you, that’s all. And I know how you always are whining. I never give you flowers for the bakery.”

She blinked when he had actually been listening to her when she was upset with him for giving flowers to literally everyone else but her. She moved her hand touching the petals before she brought the bundle up to her nose and she inhaled the sweet scent of the flowers.

“I love them, Sabo. They smell wonderful, I'll put them in the shop when I leave here.” She whispered to herself as she held the flowers close to her chest and eyed him with eyes full of affection and longing.

He reached across the counter and cupped her cheek up “Good, a beautiful girl needs beautiful flowers.”

She almost dropped the flowers in her hands to cover her face. Thankfully she had a good grip as she tried to hide behind the flowers “Stop saying stuff like that before I think you're trying to hit on me or something,” she called out from the flowers.

“And what if I am?” He blurted out before his whole face went into a flame, just like the fires his brother fought.

Oh god, had he really just said that out loud even worse. That was not how he wanted to tell her he was trying to ask her out in the first place! He almost face palmed why he was such an idiot. Koala peeked up from the flowers. All he could see was those round brown eyes of hers. They always reminded him of honey if he was honest. “Are you hitting on me?” she managed to squeak out. He almost wanted to laugh or scream “Ah yes, I have been for years but you never notice…” He mumbled with a shy smile on his face and he let out an awkward cough. Well, since this was out in the open, he might as well take his shot. He grabbed both of her hands with his “Koala, will you go on a date with me? You're welcome to slap me if you don’t feel the same way and I overstepped.”

She let out a loud gasp gripping his hands. He liked her back?! “Why didn't you say anything earlier, you dummy?! I've liked you since junior high, how could you be so dense and never notice it?” She questioned him on his own stupidity: it was almost astounding. “ I didn’t hear a no from you,” he announced before he looked at her nervously, knowing he hated it when she was quiet like this: it always scared him he was either in a lot of trouble or she was going to cry. “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you, you big oaf.“ she said with a smile curling on her lips. He leapt over the counter and wrapped his arms around her waist” Really?! You’ll go on one with me! It will be the best date you’ve ever gone on in history! I’m a man of my word”.

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Koala tapped her fingers nervously on the bar counter of the bakery. She looked down at the basket, where a koala bear made out of bread was wrapped in plastic with a red ribbon: she had made this a thousand times so why was she so nervous about this? This time was no different, other than the fact she and Sabo were going on a date today. It still felt like a dream she could hardly believe.

Koala threw the basket up in the air when the door opened and a loud ching-ching sound filled her shop. She caught the basket and held it to her chest. She let out a sigh of relief.

It was now or never since she had already planned to confess to Sabo with this basket tomorrow. But he had asked her out already, so she turned on her heel and walked toward him shoving the basket into his chest. “H-here take it!”

Sabo stumbled back, barely catching himself from the force she pushed in his chest. His eyes glanced down. As he looked at the sand colored koala bear.with what looked like editable chocolate for the eyes., how cute “this is really adorable, was this the new item you wanted me to try the other day?”

Koala felt her face burning nice and hot. “J-just try it already! You were begging me for bread.” Sabo raised his hands as a small sly smile crossed his lips. “How can I possibly say no to that”. He jested at her before he opened the package. He took a bite out of the koala-shaped bread.“Oh wow, this is really good! Is this strawberry filling?” He asked with a grin. “Y-yeah, I remember you said I needed more stuff with strawberries that aren't sold out.”

Sabo moved his fingers and brought up a piece to her lips. “Here you have a bite too. I would feel guilty if I am the only one eating.”

She could feel herself staring. Has Sabo always had such a sweet smile?“O-okay, I will. But what do you have planned for our date? if you still wanted to go…”

“ Huh? Of course I still want to go, silly” He assured, poking her forehead the same way he always did when she had self-doubt. She moved her hands up, touching her forehead “You never said what we are doing.”

Sabo cocked his head to the side before he cupped her cheek up. “Hey don’t worry. I promise you this will be an amazing date we’re going to that amusement park you’ve been begging me to go with for weeks now.” Koala’s brown eyes went wide. “Will you really want to take me there? I thought you couldn’t afford to go.” He rubbed the back of his blonde hair “Ah, about that, truthfully I lied. I was saving up for it, so I could ask you to go with me. I didn't want to go with Ace or Luffy, I wanted to go with you.”

Koala blinked at the man who would drop anything to go see his brothers and actually waited just for her to go together. She felt the tears welling up for a moment before she let out a laugh as she wiped them. “You’re such a dork,” she said between laughs. “What can I say? I am a man of my word. I did promise I would take you some day, I got us the VIP tickets so we don’t have to wait in lines.”

“ You thought of everything, didn't you? I don’t think I have ever seen you put so much thought into something before.” Sabo blinked, borderline offended. “Hey! what’s that supposed to mean?” “You act first rather than think it over, you know,” Koala said with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I can’t really be mad, you got me there. But come on, we should go missing daylight. I know for a fact you're going to get scared on the roller coasters."

Koala gasped “I am not! If anyone is going to get scared it will be you!You cried when we watched that horror movie together and stayed at my apartment,” she reminded him, puffing her cheeks out and pouting.

Sabo had to take a moment to compose himself, she was just way too cute when she pouted like that. “Haha you're right, I did but so did you.” He mused out loud before he put an arm around her shoulder, bringing Koala closer to him as he led her out of her shop and turned the open sign to closed after they shut the door.

It felt nice like this: just the two of them, walking together. When he had met Koala all those years ago he never really pictured them being as close as they were. Much less going on their first date together:there had been times in both of their lives they could have met and fallen for someone else but that never really happened. Maybe they were always meant to be together, like it was the universe’s way of telling them.

But for now, Sabo wouldn’t worry too much about that, he had too much to worry about such as thinking of how to make her feel nothing but happy on this date.

#sabo x koala #sabo the revolutionary #bakery #bakery au #flower shop au #koala one piece #one piece

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