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quennyquinn · 4 months
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Some words to use when writing things:
winking
clenching
pulsing
fluttering
contracting
twitching
sucking
quivering
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throbbing
beating
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harshly
thoroughly
consistently
precision
accuracy
carefully
demanding
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restriction
meticulously
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rim
edge
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circle
band
encircling
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curl
lock
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madly
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noisily
rowdily
rambunctiously
decadent
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immoral
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accept
take
invite
nook
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indent
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tossing
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rolling
wriggling
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quennyquinn · 5 months
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oh, por dios dime que habrá segunda parte, por favor?
{A Single Flame Scorned Ignites an Untamed Wildfire}
Doppo Orochi x Katsumi’s EX! Reader
sorry it took so long y’all 😭
MDNI - Or I will light your PS5s on fire and eat the burnt remains😋🔥
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”I can’t do this anymore”
“Do what babe?”
“This!, I can’t do the smiling, and nodding, and standing by your side when you act like you want nothing to do with me Katsumi!”
“And what did you expect exactly? I tolerated you being my girlfriend because you stuck beside me and cheered me on. But you want too much attention and I’m just beginning my legacy!”
“So you took advantage of my love for you? And now you’re trading me for a stupid belt??”
“Y/n please, you act like this is easy for me to do-“
“It must be since you’re doing this right after I just poured the last of all of my energy into showing up for you and sacrificing so much you asshole!”
”…….”
“So?, you just gonna stare at me??”
“I’m sorry……I love you,bye”
The sweaty Kareteka walked away from you under the full moonlight. His hair was disheveled and droplets of blood followed his silhouette into the night. This was how it ended…a presumed perfect boyfriend turned bitter ex had just performed his sacred karate to you for the last time and began his lonely journey into the sun that was his quoted: “patriarchal destiny which would determine the rest of his life and lead to unrivaled fame”.
”I hate you too.”
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You were a somber sight. Eye bags almost to the apex of your nose, hair fringed in places it shouldn’t be, and your clothes dirtied from binge eating your weight in the foods you and your past lover boy used to share. As you walked down the street in idle contemplation, you decided liquor would be the best way to drown yourself in sorrow. There was a bar a couple streets over and seeing as you no longer had anything or anyone to busy your day, you took the option of walking.
‘Hopefully I can walk off this bad mood’
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You arrived at the bar. “Mau de vie” was the name, and the establishment looked just as regal and proper as its French name. Upon walking into lounge you immediately felt intimidated as everyone in attendance was twice your age and adorned a well off smile that signified their time was purely leisure.
With quickness though, you decided amongst yourself that you couldn’t give a rat’s ass if these people thought less of you, you were going through a rough time, and you’ll be damned if you don’t get a drink.
You calmly sat on the innermost stool to the middle of the row and looked up to the lavishly decorated ceiling. The marbled faux European art glistened so bright that you could see your disturbed reflection, it immediately appeared off putting so you fixed your clothes to the best of your ability to at least make you not look homeless but more casual.
You glanced to the left, and all you saw were easy goers that were enjoying their drinks in silence and having quiet conversation with their neighbors next to them that might’ve shared something in common during the evening. The view you glanced upon calmed you. So what if your life was turned upside down weeks ago? The hushed yet joyous laughter from the crowd around you could fuel your mood. Hoping for more inward revelations, you then glanced to your right. But the sight you saw was nothing of comfort. You gazed upon a very burly and bulky red haired man, talking to a less bulky, but thick in size man that had on a cap which had his gaze obscured from view.
You didn’t want to pry, but there was a distinct aura that the two carried that left you continuously gawking at their forms across the bar. You had to admit, though they were both visibly seasoned in age, they were both definitely handsome. Especially the one with his head down. And almost of he had heard your thought, the capped man glanced in your direction, eyed you up and down, smirked and then refocused his gaze back towards to cedar wood counter.
‘Was he looking at me? No, it had to be someone behind me. Even so, why did he smile? I look gross right now, so how could he possibly like what he sees?’
Suddenly, the chiseled red head sprang up from his seat, his visage held an expression of boredom as he walked out which you could guess meant he had way more money than he could find to do with. When your vision focused back forward you realized that the capped man was now next to you, idly glancing to his peripherals to study your form.
“Um… hello?, I’m sorry I just I.. well I could’ve swore that you were sitting all the way over there?”
“I was, but I had to get a better view of the sweet thing that was eyeing me down~… you’re very cute y’know, but I’d bet something not so nice happened recently based on that sad look on such a pretty face.”
“……”
“Oh come on sweetheart”
He flashed an award winning smile with low eyes that almost melted you.
“Let this old man help ya out?”
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There were swirls and flashes of light darting across your mind in ways you couldn’t comprehend. You two were barely around the corner and his thick digits were already inside of you. Your hands were frantically searching for purchase against the brick of the alley wall but to no avail. The mystery man had you bent over in front of him with his left hand finding purchase on your throat; the other hand was pumping its digits in and out at speeds that left you drooling.
It was too much. The cold air hitting your now naked legs, the man’s hold on you, and the tongue that was lapping at your neck only made you more delirious. And just as you were about to reach the precipice of his ministrations, he stopped. Perplexed, you looked to the street a couple feet away, assuming that something interrupted you too.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing peaches, I was just realizing that it would be improper not to treat a beautiful lady like you to a bed. It would be indecent of me not to-
His mouth hovers over your ear and whispers.
-love you right~”
He gingerly fixed your clothes back to your body and slithered his thick arm around your waist. With that you knew that the place he was taking you to would be the only place you’d dwell for the next coming days.
“Ah, how rude of me. The name’s Doppo Orochi by the way.”
Another seductive smirk. ‘Jeez, this man was too smooth for his own good.’
But you liked this. Doppo made you aware of all of his intentions, Doppo sweet talked you like molasses, and Doppo knew how to mold your body to his hands; That was something only he could do, only a man of experience could do. And besides, the last few weeks had been hell so the least you could do was treat yourself to this temporary heaven.
“And my name is y/n, nice to meet you”
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Over the course of the next few weeks, you both went at each other like animals. To the average person, what you both were doing could only pass off as a lovely couple who enjoyed a honeymoon, but you both knew.
He put you in headlocks, ravished on you upside down, and even pulled you to his workplace office so he could rail you on his desk. Your most notable experience was when he had to pull you away from dinner because between your choice of dress and the foot that kept caressing his leg, he definitely needed to teach his girl a lesson.
Currently, he had you sitting on his lap. You heaved in desperate breaths as you turned your shoulder to see the older man sitting perfectly still. He was in meditation, keeping his relaxed form while you whined and pleaded with him to allow you to move on his lap and thick member. But it was to no avail, your patience was breaking and just as you were about to break the doorbell rang and both you and your lover’s heads spun towards the door.
“Must be [redacted], he always visits at the worst times”
“Who?”
Your eyes widened. He must’ve misspoke right?
“My son, Kæťşůmį”
No.no.no.no.no.NO
“I’m sorry, one more time?”
You fiddled with your fingers in anticipation. Hoping that whatever was just told to you was a nightmare, a horrible nightmare that just so happened to be during the day.
“Babygirl, I said my son Katsumi”
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quennyquinn · 5 months
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planes
T/N: Hora del plan G.
baki: ¿No te refieres al plan B?
T/N: No, probamos el plan B hace mucho tiempo. Tuve que saltarme el plan C por dificultades técnicas.
kozue: ¿Qué pasa con el plan D?
T/N: El plan D fue ese desesperado intento de disfrazarse hace media hora.
jack: ¿Qué pasa con el plan E?
T/N: Espero no usarlo. yujiro muere en el plan E.
baki: Me gusta el plan E.
Jack: a mi también
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quennyquinn · 5 months
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reglas
t/n: Las reglas están hechas para romperse.
retsu: Fueron hechos para ser seguidos. Nada está hecho para romperse.
baki: Uh, piñatas.
doppo: Barras luminosas.
katsumi: Tablas de Karate.
natsue: Espaguetis cuando tengas una olla pequeña.
t/n: Reglas.
retsu:…
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quennyquinn · 5 months
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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel, BONUS
-un año después, afuera del colegio de baki, kozue y T/N-
Kozue: no puedo creerlo baki de verdad otra vez la nota más baja de la clase
T/N: apuesto que paso todo el fin de semana entrenando, vamos los invito a tomar te juntos compre pasteles, y compre panes saludos
-en la casa de T/N-
Baki: -comiendo pasteles- este pastel está muy rico
-suena el timbre-
t/n: voy …¿jun?
Jun: hola, preciosa
Baki: ¿qué haces aquí?
Jun: la señorita T/N ya es mayor de edad, ¿así que saldrías conmigo a una cita?
Baki: largo de aquí, ve a molestar a otras
Jun: nah, pequeño baki estoy prohibido en estados unidos por estar coqueteando con maría y la primera dama
Baki: …deja a T/N en paz
T/N: baki, cálmate…creo que quiero una cita
Kozue: ¿QUE?, no escucha jovencita no vas a salir con este hombre es peligroso, estuvo en la cárcel, es agresivo, bronceado, latino, alto, de cabello largo, maduro, seguro, sexy, bronceado…sabes entiendo, ve y diviértete
Baki: no, lo permito
kozue: T/N, es una jovencita se va empezar a ver a los chicos es natural,
y asi fue como jun y T/N, salieron cenar y baki actuó como un padre celoso
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quennyquinn · 6 months
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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel. Parte 8
Ya en japon.
T/N: fue divertido.
baki: fuiste a la cárcel, para ver cómo estaba.
T/N: y a la semana de la moda.
baki: si eso.
TN: además el alcaide me dio una foto tuya cuando ingresaste a la cárcel y me dejo tomarme una como recuerdo.
baki: y que vas hacer con ellas?
T/N: fácil, mandarles una copia a los chicos y kozue, y guardarlas son lindos recuerdos.
FIN
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quennyquinn · 6 months
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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel. Parte 7
T/N: baki, me voy a la semana de la moda, ¿crees que estarás bien solo en la cárcel?
Baki: claro, ¿qué es lo peor que puede suceder?
-3 dias despues-
T/N esta llegando a la cárcel con varias bolsas de compras, algunas son de regalo para baki, oliva y jun.
T/N: ¿volví…que paso?
Baki: bueno, jun se fugó, pelie con oliva, conocí a maría, y ahora me echaron de estados unidos… casi lo olvido jun te dejo un sobre.
T/N: ¿porque eres asi?, bueno al menos, tuviste tiempo de leer el libro que dieron para la clase apenas lleguemos tenemos su examen.
Baki: oh No. No, No, No, no lo leí, si repruebo perderé el año -trata de volver a entrar a la carcel-…por piedad déjenme quedarme una semana al menos por favor, por piedad.
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quennyquinn · 6 months
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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel. Parte 6
Jun: entonces, dices que tienes 17 años, verdad señorita T/N?
T/N: si
Jun: como se sentiría si en un año mas, un muy atractivo, sexy, hombre latino, que es un pirata, y presidente en un año mas te invita a una cita
T/N: tentador, tentador
Baki:-parándose entre los dos- tu, déjala en paz es una niña
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quennyquinn · 6 months
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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel. Parte 5
T/N está paseando por la cárcel, como si fueras la dueña del mundo, tanto como el alcaide, oliva y jun dejaron claro que eres intocable cuando te encuentras con los guardias trillizos
T/N: oh, hola trillizos, ¿son nuevos aquí?
Trillizos: somos, Labios, Dientes y Lengua…nos llaman Mouth
T/N: soy T/N, un gusto
Mouth: eres una niña, estas en una cárcel masculina, te sacaremos de aquí *uno de ellos te carga como un saco de papas*
T/N: NOOOOO….
-T/N termina afuera de la cárcel tratando de entrar y falla miserablemente hasta que oliva decide abrirle la puerta-
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quennyquinn · 6 months
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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel. Parte 4
Baki: no
T/N: ¿cómo qué no?
Baki: estoy entrenando para vencerlo a el
T/N: baki, tienes 17 años, tu lugar no es la cárcel
Jun: haber niños, la pequeña se va fuera de aquí, las damas no deben estar aquí y tu baki quedas, mire señorita los hombres hacemos cosas estúpidas, que se deben hacer, no te preocupes tu hombre estará bien
T/N: pero no es mi hombre
Jun:ohhh…en un año quieres pasar un buen rato?
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quennyquinn · 6 months
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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel. Parte 3
T/N, pegada a la puerta de la celda de baki hasta que lo escucha hablar y T/N decide que ahora es su momento de hacer su entrada dramática, y abre la puerta con calma y hace sonar sus tacones para llamar la atención de los presentes, mira a la habitación lentamente ante la sorpresa de todos y finalmente se enfoca en baki hanma
Baki: t/n, ¿qué haces aquí?, es peligroso aquí debes irte
T/N: -mirándolo a través de sus anteojos de sol- toma tus cosas nos vamos de aquí
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quennyquinn · 6 months
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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel. Parte 2
En la oficina del alcaide, T/N está sentada mientras bebe té y el alcaide se pregunta como diablos entro esta jovencita
T/N: bueno quiero saber cuándo me devuelven a baki, incluso si puedo llevármelo ahora mismo porque quiero ir a la semana de la moda de new york
Alcaide: no sea estúpida niñita, él está en la cárcel no en una guardería
T/N: sé que no es guardería…tengo que firmar para llevármelo
Alcaide: estupi…-T/N le lanza un fajo de billetes a su escritorio-…disculpe distinguida señorita, no se lo puede llevar, pero puede visitarlo cuando quiera y por el tiempo que estime conveniente
T/N: asi me gusta, ya nos vamos entendiendo
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quennyquinn · 6 months
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T/N va a estados unidos a la semana de la moda de new york…y si sobra tiempo a sacar a baki de la cárcel. Parte 1
T/N esta llegando a la cárcel de Arizona hasta que llega a la puerta y la toca hasta que un guardia la abre.
Guardia: QUE DIABLOS QUIE…
T/N: hola, con permiso el sol es una cosa de locos.
Guardias… ¿disculpa mocosa?
T/N: estas disculpado y cierra la puerta puede escapar algún reo.
Asi va T/N a ver al alcaide para recuperar a baki por las buenas o las malas.
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quennyquinn · 6 months
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Click and Drag: The Hobbit Edition: Halloween
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A/N: Images are not mine. Credit to the artist. I had this sitting in my draft since last year because I forgot to post it.
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quennyquinn · 7 months
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Un cavernícola se lo comió.
Baki: ¿Como sucedió?
T/N: Se la comió un cavernícola
Baki: T/N, estas confundida, pregunte por la pierna de retsu
T/N: Se la comió un cavernícola llamado pickle
Baki: Oye, pon a Jack o a Doppo al teléfono
Doppo: ¿Hola?
Baki: ¿Oye Doppo, que le paso a la pierna de retsu?
Doppo: Se la comió un cavernícola, espera, T/N sabe mejor lo que paso estuvo allí.
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quennyquinn · 7 months
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Hanayama Kaoru loves just like a cat. First he’s hot and cold, unsure of what he wants from you. Of what he expects of you. But your stubbornness to be beside him melts him the smallest of bits.
At least until your unending affection starts to die down since it’s not returned… then Hanayama is set on you. He’s doesn’t want you to stop. Don’t leave him. And if you’re starting to be interested in someone else? The jealousy begins. You’re his.
The gifts will start to pour in then. Expensive jewels, the finest of silks, and bouquets of the reddest roses all show up on your door step.
Now Hanayama is giving as much of his attention as he can to you to the point that it’s suffocating. Just like a cat that sits itself on your face when you don’t wake up in time, Hanayama smothers you in his all consuming affection. His possessiveness has no bounds… and you may find little marks visible on your skin now to show others on who owns you.
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quennyquinn · 7 months
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Baki: -llegando volviendo a Japón- hola kozue, chicos gracias por venir a recogerme del aeropuerto
Kozue: ¿cómo te fue?
Baki: me fue bien, me regalaron una bicicleta y un pasaje en turista para volver a Japón…siempre quise una bicicleta :D
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