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könig with tall a lover (they’re like the same height) how he react sfw and nsfw

(my first time requesting sorry if it’s kinda weird)

OK I AM SO EXITED FOR THIS ONE. I am 6'2" and I speak German so this is just perfect. I love writing for him since we are very similar so buckle up and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT since there's NSFW. I PUT THIS TOGETHER OVER TWO DAYS SORRY IF ITS KINDA SHIT. Thanks for the request Anon! <3

Pairing: König x GN!Reader

Type: Headcannons (SFW + NSFW)

Warnings (kinda): Sub needy König, dom reader, readers gender is unspecified, König is a shy sweetheart, mentions of war related things, praise kink, size kink, breath play, teasing, overstimulation?, manhandling, hair pulling, slight impact play?, reader could have a dick or a strap, oral sex (reader receiving) could be either readers dick getting sucked or readers pussy being eaten its up to you horny freaks, gentle and passionate relationship with no BDSM or hard sex because we must be nice to the Austrian cinnamon roll.

A/N: The NSFW will be dom!reader because we don't do that sub shit here 😋👏

König x Tall!Reader Headcannons

{NSFW FAR UNDER THE CUT, STILL MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI}

SFW:

When König first joined the KorTac company, he didn't think he would ever find someone as tall as him, but there you were.

You had greeted him professionally, shook his hand firmly and looked him straight in the eyes. He was so used to everyone gazing up at him so this eye contact instantly awoke something in him.

When you both weren't working, he would try and strike up a conversation despite his social anxiety. You found his attempts quite amusing to say the least and you two soon became inseparable.

KorTac enlistees had already been intimidated by your size and rank, but now there was another giant always one step behind you. This certainly re-enforced any sort of authority you had over your troops (and enemies).

This gave you quite the reputation, especially on missions. If there was anything to do with stealth or infiltration, you would sigh and pull him aside as other more... fitting candidates were chosen.

Although, you always kept each other company and your combined prowess in battle was a major force to be reckoned with. Especially when it came to intimidation and brute force.

You two were close friends and soon König was comfortable about sharing his past, his social anxiety, joining the Kommando Spezialkräfte in the 1st Platoon, failing to become a sniper, his deployment in Berlin, joining KorTac... absolutely everything.

Soon after, you told him your story and how you ended up here. This created a deep level of trust and comfort between the two of you.

This deep emotional connection, trust, and inseparability soon turned into the both of you falling head over heels for each other. König was the one to confess first in a rather flustered moment of panic. You had just laughed and hugged him tight.

In public, you both kept your relationship purely professional but when you were alone, physical and verbal affection was everything. Kissing and cuddling was the best thing on earth with König. He was like a big, flustered, teddy bear who wanted nothing more than to make you happy.

You both came back muddy and exhausted from training one evening, dropping your gear by the door of your shared dorm before competitively sprinting to claim who showered first. You won and quickly got in, laughing at König's muffled German curses from outside the door.

"Oh mein Gott! Let me shower with you, i'm cold!" He whined sheepishly outside the door.

"Nope!" You snickered, quickly finishing in the bathroom before walking out in undergarments. You flopped onto your bed and gave him a grin. "Go right ahead." You teased playfully.

König rolled his eyes and disappeared into the bathroom. You were so exhausted that you were already half asleep when he was finished. You two didn't bother saying anything else, he just wriggled under the covers with you and wrapped his large frame around your equally broad one. Placing your hand on the back of his head, you both fell asleep in a big, messy bear hug.

NSFW:

If we had to give König a label, he would be a switch (leaning submissive) bottom. A very soft and gentle one at that. Due to his nature and history, he would be into passionate and gentle sex rather than rough.

He would love being praised and comforted, definitely a pillow prince with a praise kink.

Your similar size to him would also be a huge turn on. The fact that you can easily manhandle him into whatever position you wanted, would make him whine and blush.

He would be quite shy to initiate any sort of sexual activity and it made him feel a little ashamed. (HES SUCH A POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW I WANNA SNUGGLE HIM AHSGJHDGIU)

Definitely into gentle hair pulling, whether its pulling his head back to whisper sinful praise in his ear as you thrust into him or gently guiding his head down as he gives you head.

Both of you have an incredible amount of stamina and can easily go multiple rounds and even all night.

He's quite impatient and can't handle being teased. It would either end up with him quickly taking what he wants (usually ending up with a gentle smack on his inner thigh from you), or he gets teary-eyed and starts whinily begging for you to please him. Of course you can't resist.

You had come out of the shower, steam rising from your muscled, toned body. König gulped, his eyes flicking over your form as he pretended to be half asleep. He had already showered and was barely clothed under the sheets. You got under the duvet and slid a hand up his bare back, knowing damn well he wasn't asleep.

König let out a muffled squeak as he felt your hands wrap around his waist, pulling him close and tight. He could feel your breath of his nape and he shivered, already becoming aroused. Your large calloused hand ran up his chest and rested on his collarbone, pulling him closer so your breath fanned over his ear. König straight up whimpered and it made you smirk.

"Ha.. w-what are you doing-?" He said softly, desperately holding onto your arm around his waist. You laughed fondly, pressing a kiss to his neck as the tension was broken. He shivered and leaned into your touch, grateful for your warmth.

"Nothing.." You replied, moving your hand downwards ever so slightly. König let out a shaky sigh and closed his eyes.

"Bitte- if you're going to... fuck me. Stop teasing me and do it~" he whimpered. You chuckled, gently reaching down with one hand to grab both his wrists and firmly hold them against his chest. Your other hand snuck down into his boxers, making him lean his head back onto your shoulder with a soft gasp.

Soon enough he was pleading and moaning, his hot breath against your ear as your fingers ran up and down his slick cock. His gasps and whines were enough to make you want to bend him over and finish him right here, but you held back.

"A-ah~ please- please my love~" He cried out, rocking his hips into your tight fist. "Heilige Scheiße~ I need to c-cum.. please~" He gasped brokenly, right next to your ear. You relished in his desperation but nodded, rubbing your thumb roughly over his weeping tip and down the thick veins of his length.

"You may cum sweetheart.." You purred softly, pressing a kiss to his jawline. You couldn't help but lean down and suckle on his sweetspot, leaving a dark hickey on his neck and marking him as yours.

König lost his mind, throwing his head back onto your shoulder as he let out unintelligible strings of curses in broken German and English. He soon released, letting out a lewd cry as he reached his peak and shot ropes of white all over your hand.

You gently stroked him, letting him come down as he shivered and whispered soft "thank you"s over and over again like a prayer. He rolled over to face you and buried his blushing form against your chest. You sighed then smiled fondly, cleaning off your hand with your nearby towel before hugging him tight. König was already asleep, snuggling into your warmth. You pressed one last kiss to his forehead and fell into a deep sleep beside him.

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sebstan2020 · 11 days

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The King

Chapter 6

Violet is a bad girl at school, not giving a care about her grades that are falling and getting in trouble every week. She smokes, drinks and she's only sixteen. Her mother has had enough of her and doesn't know what to do with her. But when she's forced to go to her mother's employee dinner for the United States Army, she meets the mysterious and handsome General James Barnes.

She is infatuated with him and can't seem to stay away. The closer she gets to him, the more she craves him and soon she finds herself entering a world of darkness, pain and pleasure.

“So what exactly did he say?” Violet demanded of her mother as they drove back home that evening. She was buzzing, erratic, and excited, like a new golden Labrador puppy being taken to its first home. She couldn’t sit still in her seat, and the questions started immediately as they got in the car. Her mother laughed softly to herself, a broad smile on her face. She, too, was in complete shock. She hadn’t expected the general of the US Army to be waiting outside her office for her, and she admitted she was a little flustered to be talking to him.

But he was ever so kind and assured her she wasn’t in any trouble for anything. It was the first thing many people thought of when the general stood directly in front of them—that they had done something to warrant his attention and punishment. It was quite far from the reason he was wanting to speak to her. He pulled her aside and quietly discussed his concern for her daughter. Her mother had sighed heavily and admitted she was exhausted from having to discipline a girl who had no respect for her own mother. Everything had come out in a rant. The skipping lessons, the smoking, drinking, and disrespect. The failing of her grades had been the topic of discussion, and James has simply offered to help tutor Violet until she is at a good enough level to study and take her exams.

Her mother was in shock, stammering over her words as she didn’t want to make a fuss of them. He was the general of the US Army; he had more important things to be doing than tutoring her reckless daughter. He laughed at that, assuring her that he had plenty of time to fit it in and admitting he could do with a break from army discussions. Besides, because he was the highest-ranking member, he could do whatever he wanted.

And when her mother had faced Violet and told her point blank what was going to happen, Violet exploded inside, jumping and screaming at the top of her lungs while she stood, held a straight face, and nodded silently. James had given her a side-eye look, a smirk on his lips, and a wink to his eye, and Violet felt that tingle. That addicting tingle she craved now was more than a smoke.

Which is why she was currently interrogating her mother, wanting to know every detail about her tutor sessions with the man she had been pursing over the last couple of days. How long was she going to be with him? What would he tutor her on? Where would he tutor her? She needed to know everything.

“He said he was happy to help out with some tutoring to help your grades. He said you mentioned it to him, which, by the way, you didn't tell me you had already met,” she questioned Violet.

“Oh well, I met him yesterday; I just forgot to mention it. Now back to the tutoring. Where is he going to tutor me, and for how long and how many nights?“ her mother asked her before any more questions could flood out.

“He didn’t say much, but he’s going to call me and let me know. I think this will be really good for you, Violet. It’s so nice of the general to spend his time with you. We should get him something to say thank you,” her mother said, but Violet wasn’t listening. All she could think about was her and James and that smile of his and his cockiness and authority. Her body was tingling all over, and she felt like she was about to explode. Her mother's voice was just a buzz in the background as they drove back home, and just as her mother parked up, Violet stormed out and legged it to her room, ignoring her mother's call to her. She slammed her bedroom door and threw herself on her bed, squealing with delight and kicking her legs at the excitement brewing inside her.

Her dreams and fantasies were coming true. What had she done to deserve this goodness? Perhaps it was because she ignored the craving for a cigerette the other night that had earned her this reward. And if that was what earned her the pleasure of being with James, she’d very much quit right now.

That night, Violet climbed into bed much earlier than normal. She wanted a quiet bedroom and a clear mind so she could focus on her thoughts about James. Anyone watching or knowing this would assume she was some sort of pyscho, an obsessor who was stalking the general of the United States Army. However, she was just a girl, a girl finding and discovering what it’s like to like someone, to want someone as much as she wanted James, to feel that spark and tingle everywhere she was near him. Was it his authority that she craved or his tender nature? Perhaps it was both, and it most likely was both, but now she was desperate for him, like an addict to their drug.

Violet closed her eyes and slowly drifted off into a deep fantasy. James was standing there, tall, handsome, and well presented, with his medals hanging off his uniform, perfect polished shoes, and that rich cologne that was like an intoxicating sedative drug that could make her obey and comply with any wish of his. His long, slender fingers reached up to cup her face and stroke her cheek, beautiful, soft, and tender. She was under his spell, and there was nothing she could do but obey.

As he moved closer, she took a quick breath in and gasped, staring up at him as he towered over her, his dark eyes looming with a slight softness to them, and he began to lean down, his hand creeping under her chin to tilt her head up at his silent command. He was leaning closer, and this was it. She was finally going to be able to taste him. His lips puckered, and he was inches away.

But the blaring sound of her alarm woke her out of her fantasy, out of her heaven, and she woke to bright sunlight beaming on her face. She groaned, slamming her hand on her phone before hiding under the covers. That was her only chance; she never gets to sleep now with the bright sunlight shining in her room. Oh, how she wished she hadn’t put her alarm on last night. She was devastated. She wanted to feel those soft lips on hers. Why is it that when you get to the good part, it falls away, slips out of your hand, and never comes back? But then a thought crossed her mind, and she grinned.

Violet stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair one last time before chucking the hairbrush to the side and checking herself over. She wanted to look amazing for James. Which is why she spent the last two hours getting ready, curling her hair into soft waves, and washing the grease and grime out of her roots. She had sat and done her makeup for at least an hour, perfecting every little part of it, and lastly, applying some kissable lips that she hoped would tempt him slightly.

But she was sixteen—nearly seventeen—and he was probably in his thirties. She hadn’t asked yet, but she could tell he was much older, which only added to the excitement of everything. With her hair and makeup done, she spritzed herself with perfume and ran down the stairs in no time, too excited to contain it. As she bounced into the living room, her mother looked at her with confusion. She hadn’t seen her daughter this happy since... well, she couldn’t remember. For the past three years, there have been mood swings, constant battles, arguments, and everything else that comes with raising a teenager.

Her mother wasn’t sure whether to believe it or not. After so many years of misery, she suddenly became ecstatic, but something just didn’t seem right. But she wasn’t complaining, and she wasn’t going to ask a question. She’d much rather have this Violet than the miserable, sassy Violet she had to deal with for the past three years.

“Come on, mom, we need to go or we will be late,” she urged, and her mother grabbed her jacket and keys, and they headed to the car. Violet was buzzing inside. Her mother had spoken to James this morning and informed her she could drop Violet off after work and he would take her home. He was taking the time out of work hours to tutor her so it wouldn't interfere with his duties, and Violet certainly wasn’t complaining about it.

When her mother told her she had to hold in the scream she wanted to answer with, When her mother had left, she threw herself into the bed and screamed in delight into the pillow, throwing her legs on her bed like an excited child. Just her and James together. He was talking, and she was listening, looking, and learning. She was going to listen to every word he had to say, every piece of advice, and every word of wisdom. He was her teacher and she was his student, and if passing her exams and getting good grades would please him, then she’d do her darnest to pass.

Violet was like an excited child on their birthday, unable to contain the grin and excitement in her as her mother drove her to the base. It seemed a little strange that the general of the US army was going to be tutoring her on their army base, but he was the general, and he could do anything he wanted. He had authority over everyone, and if he decided he wanted to blow the whole place up, he could do so. If he decided to fire the entire staff, then he could do so. As they pulled up to the base, it was becoming more real, and Violet felt her stomach tighten with nerves this time. It was dark except for the food lights lighting the entryway and path down to the secure car park where her mother dropped Violet off.

“I’ll be back to pick you up in an hour and a half, and please be good, Violet; the general is taking time out of his busy schedule for you,” her mother warned. Oh, mother, you have nothing to worry about.

"Yes, mom,” Violet replied with a sass to her tone before scurrying off to the office base. James was waiting for her at the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets as he looked out for her. Since everywhere needed clearance and an ID badge, she wouldn’t get anywhere without one, so James had to be on the lookout for her. As she saw him up ahead, she sucked in a breath and plastered on a smile as she reached him. The second she was close enough to him, she could smell the beautiful cologne he wore. He was dressed in his usual uniform of dark green with the fancy meddles, his hair all shiny and long, tucked behind his ears, and a few strands loose around his head.

"Hi!” she grinned, unable to hold back her excitement.

“Good evening, Violet,” he smiled back with his polite greeting. His formality was still so sexy, and Violet stepped up the steps to stand as close as she could to James. She had to crane her neck backwards to look up at him as he towered over her.

“I trust your mother explained everything to you,” he said as he guided her into the base. It was quiet, and Violet suspected it was just the two of them. As they walked down the hall, with Violet clutching her bag tightly, she nodded quickly, grinning up at James.

"Yes, she did. Thank you again for this. It’s very kind of you to take your time out of your busy schedule to tutor me, Mr. Barnes.” Ordinarily, Violet would have threw an insult to her teachers, even going so far as to call them by their first names in front of them whenever they pissed her off. But not James. She had specifically called him that for both respect and because it sounded so hot coming off her lips. She would never utter those words to her other teachers, and a faint smirk appeared on his lips.

“It’s my pleasure. When you said you weren't doing so well, I wanted to help in any way I could. You're a good girl, Violet, and you can get the grades you want. I think just a bit of extra help is what you need,” he said down to her, and she nodded.

"Yes, sir,” she said, not arguing with him. And the fact that he called her a good girl made that spicy tingle run all the way up her body, and she wanted to moan. She had never been called a good girl before, and she desperately wanted to be called it again.

James led her to a small conference room on one of the upper floors, flicking on the lights and pulling out a chair for her to sit in. Violet quickly set her books out on the table and sat early in one of the chairs as James sat in the chair beside her, all long legs and arms, sitting comfortably.

"So what are you struggling with most? We can tackle one subject at a time. Depending on my schedule, I said to your mother that I’m happy to spend every night tutoring you until you feel comfortable, as long as I don’t have anything important to do. Being the general means important meetings here and there, so I apologise if I have to cancel,” he explained.

"Oh, it’s no bother, sir; I’m so grateful as it is for you helping me. I’m free all the time, so whenever it's best for you,” she smiled. She’d do anything on his terms.

“Good, now why don’t we start with math?” He reached over with a long arm and pulled her math textbook to him to begin flicking through. James was the perfect teacher. Taking his time to explain things to Violet in ways that made so much more sense than any of her teachers could have explained. She listened and nodded at his every word and command, and when he ordered her to do some equations, she sat and did them, looking for his approval on her answers and grinning as she got them right. He had scooted ever so slightly closer to her, his arm brushing hers, and Violet had to physically hold back the moan inside.

This was going to be harder than she thought. With James being all sexy and dominating, how was she going to concentrate? The way his fingers flicked over pages so elegantly, the paper snapping against the other pages, and his thumb grazing the corner. She couldn’t stop staring at his hands, and she herself had scooted closer to him, just to smell him even more and to get another touch out of him.

“How is this, sir?” she asked as she showed him her work. This Sir business had been a drastic change over night, and now she felt she couldn’t go back. The word just rolled off her tongue, and James seemed to enjoy it every time, slightly smirking as she spoke it so softly.

“Good, I think you’re finally getting it. Math has always been a tricky one, but sometimes you just need a different way of figuring it out,” he smiled, and she nodded.

“Thank you; none of my teachers would have ever taught me this method, and if you weren’t tutoring me, I would never get it,” she admitted, and she wasn’t lying. It was true that if she had carried on learning from her teachers, she would never pass, although that may have something to do with skipping class.

“There was something else I wanted to talk to you about, Violet. Your mother told me you’ve been skipping class and heading home early from school. I don’t want to sound like your mother, but you shouldn’t be skipping class. If you didn't, then your grades might not be failing,” he said, raising a brow at her, and she sighed. Fuck, for some reasons, she just couldn’t lie or act defensively. If this were her mother speaking to her, she would have thrown a fit at her, screamed, and shouted. But not James; no way could she speak to him like that.

“I know you're right; it’s just that I hate school; I never have done it and probably never will. All my teachers are dicks, and I just hate being in that environment, which is why I skip,” she shrugged, throwing her pen on the table in a huff.

“Look, growing up, everyone has skipped a lesson or two, even me. But skipping every lesson only means something negative. Detention, suspension, and failing grades. If you want to pass your exams, then you need to be in every lesson,” he advised, and Violet sighed heavily.

"Well, I fucking hate school, so that probably won’t happen,” she shrugged, and James raised his head slightly, looking down on her with hooded eyes.

“Why do you hate school?” He asked, and she shrugged again.

“I don’t know, I just do,” she murmured. She hated talking about feelings, why she hated school, and why she was the way she was.

“Violet, you know we are only trying to help you. You have such a smart mind and are so talented that I would hate to see it thrown away because you got into something you shouldn’t have. It may not look like it now, but I care about you.” This caught her attention right away, and she shot her head up, staring straight at him. Those words hit her like a thousand bullets, her heart squeezing and her stomach flipping like on a roller coaster.

“You do?” She asked with surprise, and he nodded with a smile.

“Of course, if I didn't, I wouldn’t be here tutoring you... Now come on, I want you to finish this page.” He tapped her book with a single finger, and she nodded, but not before a grin appeared on her lips.

That hour and a half went by too quickly, and her mother was going to be here soon. Violet stood as she packed her bag away, and James helped tidy up. “Thank you again, sir, for today; I really appreciate it,” she smiled, and James sauntered over, standing tall above her.

“Give me your cigarettes,” he ordered with a tone that wasn’t one to question. Violet looked up at him and giggled, thinking he was joking.

“Good one,” she said, but he wasn’t playing.

“I wasn’t joking,” he said seriously, and Violet looked up with wide eyes, blinking in confusion.

"Wait, are you being serious?” She said, and he nodded, holding out his hand.

“Yes, give me your cigarettes. I’m your tutor now, which means you’re my responsibility, and it’s my responsibility to make sure you don’t get in trouble for anything. You're too young to be smoking, and it stops now.” His tone had completely changed, and Violet was taken back.

“You can’t tell me what to do just because you're my tutor. I paid for these cigarettes myself,” she argued back with Sass.

“I don’t care; hand them to me now,” he ordered one last time before Violet groaned heavily and dug deep in her bag to get them. She slapped them in his palm, to which he placed them in his back pocket.

“Good girl, I told you I wouldn’t have you smoking on this property.”.

“I wasn’t going to smoke them here, just at school or at home,” she shrugged, and he tutted her.

“Even worse”.

“You know I can just get more,” she told him, and he smirked.

“I know, but not for long. Come on, your mother will be here soon,” he said as he brushed past her, and Violet looked at him confused. Huh, what did he mean by that?

Chapter 7

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grape-eating-vampire · 3 months

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alright, it's done. i finished it.

this is the third and final part of things that happened in my first bg3 playthrough ever that I found so funny that I put them in my notes (spoilers below)

let me start this by saying I have only cried twice in the 155 hours it took me to complete this shit. however, I have almost-screamed at the characters more times than I'd like to admit. but first here's stuff that happened since the last one of these posts I made:

after killing Orin I went around Baldur's Gate for a while and did odd sidequests, including

clearing out a haunted house and sidelining to kill a stinky man in a wardrobe (and drag his body to a guy two streets over)

entirely ignored Gale's quest to look at a book because I kept getting arrested there after having killed the boss mage guy

I also foolishly though this wouldn't have any consequences. oh boy was I wrong

went to see a underwater prison, got told off by Gortash, decided to explore it after killing him, and promptly forgot to do so

killed Gortash! fuck that guy the only good thing about him is his fancy robe

tried to recruit a dragon called Ansur, found out the emperor is Balduran (????????? honestly I was shocked)

killed said dragon and felt like I was playing skyrim all over again

found a letter ("Dear Ansur") by Balduran/the Emperor. this was the first time I cried. I could still cry.

patch 6 came out! that was yesterday and I spent about 10 minutes trying out new kisses and sitting on Shadowhearts stool in camp (she now says "I'm glad you decided to join me" or something like that when you do)

went pretty much straight to the underground pool thing where the brain was supposed to be

failed abysmally to Dominate The Brain™

got pulled out by the emperor and had to start beef with Lae'zel because I had also forgotten to care about Orpheus and the hammer from the House of Hope

admittedly, I didn't really forget, I just didn't want to spend any more time with Raphael than I absolutely had to

my +14 persuasion saved the day once more and Lae'zel was fine with the one hope in her life getting his brains sucked out

went off to fight the brain once more. my game crashed twice trying to load that cutscene.

met all my allies! I forgot how many there were actually, and I only called on two of the groups later on

fought a lot. like a LOT lot.

got to the Netherbrain and kicked it's ass*

*had to reload about 3 times and try again because Minsc at level 12 was stuck on 100 hp for some reason and kept fucking dying

finally managed to kill the fucker! had Lae'zel deal the killing blow which seemed very fitting

more cutscenes, but this one actually didn't crash the game, I got to look at some beautiful unloaded walls and stuff instead

Lae'zel left right after we got to the haven. understandably so

remember how I ignored Gale's quest? well he didn't blow himself up like he inteded earlier, but he left to becOME A GOD????? I cannot fucking deal with this man

Karlach on the pier. this was the second time I cried, but unproportionally much so

Wyll left with her for Avernus, the little cutscene of them arriving there made me feel a bit better

Astarion had to leg it because of the sun (sorry)

Shadowheart didn't do much of anything during all of this, neither did Minsc, Halsin or Jaheira

decided to go help kids with Halsin, seems to fit my character (eventhough I really didn't roleplay so much)

we got an epilogue! yippie!

caught up there with everyone, except Lae'zel (who was there via the fantasy version of zoom) and Gale (who was there via the fantasy equivalent of a voicemail)

tried to hug Gale, couldn't, almost cried again but managed

also met a tressym who I recognized from fanart as Tara. I don't know why she was there, we never met her before and Gale hadn't mentioned her either

read a LOT of letters the party had received. barely kept my composure at the Gur's letter to Astarion

Withers did a cool speech and the game ended

after all of this and so much more that I didn't take notes about, I can confidentially say that Baldur's Gate 3 is the best video game I have ever played, and within it's genre my favourite ever!

I'm also emotionally devestated, especially after these final parts (but in a good way)

that's all, thanks for reading!

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greyias · 9 months

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Still poking my way very slowly through Act 1 of BG3 with my half-elf pally girl, Aravyn, and just had the best series of quests/encounters that hit me a little in the feels.

So, long long ago, when WotC was starting to play test 5e, I started to attend some D&D Encounter sessions at a local comic/game shop, where we'd use some random pre-rolled character sheets to play. And I got handed the following:

This randomized Paladin who, for some reason, was also a wandering minstrel. I got to play her for all of one session, and unfortunately never was able to attend any more sessions (for reasons). Yet this yodeling Paladin has lived rent-free in my head for years, but had never found a group to play with in the years following.

So when I realized that I might be able to bring a version of her to life in BG3, I leapt on the chance and gave her the Entertainer background, and despaired a little that I couldn't multiclass her into Bard in Explorer Mode (although there is a mod for that).

I found a lute on the beach, played it very badly in camp and got yelled at by Lae'zel for it. And then, I wandered a little bit outside of the Druid's camp, to find a Tiefling bard singing so badly a bunch of squirrels were wailing with despair.

Having failed so spectacularly in serenading the camp, it would have been smart for poor Aravyn to just talk her way through this encounter. But here she was, being offered a lute and a chance to inspire someone with music.

And she knocked it out of the park -- being gifted the lute of the bard's deceased lover mentor as thanks for helping her break out of writer's block. (I mean, I get it. I feel that pain Alfira)

Mood™

Right afterwards, because I refuse to take a long rest while still full up on spell slots, I kept the party exploring, and encountered the harpy ambush at the beach. And we died. A lot. Especially in a frontal assault. So finally as a last ditch effort before having to put off saving the tiny child being lured in as a harpy snack for a better leveled party, I just had Aravyn sneak up behind and yeet herself from the harpy nest straight at the beasty ladies on the rock where they were hiding.

As you do.

Anyway, Shadowheart joined her, because what else should a healer do but leap into the fray and harm's way? (there was no way this was going to work, so what did I have to lose but my pride, I told myself) And as both holy ladies started swinging away wildly while the warlock and wizard looked on from above, I found myself wishing I really had some levels in bard in order to use countersong* to nullify the crooning harpy below slowly luring a little tiefling child to his doom.

After exhausting all actions and bonus actions, and since I had Lihala's lute already equipped with nothing else to do in between rounds I was like "...fuck it, we rock", and started blasting a song.

My Paladin, apparently, while fighting a bunch of harpies.

And I don't know if it was just a quirk of the dice rolls, but it worked. On his next round, the tiefling child immediately was able to break free of the song, which was the first time that had happened in all five tries and started running the fuck away. And I was like "...wait what?" and so after kicking ass on the next round, played again. And he was able to resist again and kept running further away while the harpies were distracted tearing the party to pieces.

No one in the party got charmed while Aravyn was playing her heart out, and by guzzling a lot of healing potions, they were able to just manage to squeak out a win. Bloodied and burning through all of their spell slots, they were victorious.

Uh, so yeah. Apparently I unintentionally recreated the end of season 4 of Stranger Things (with less tragedy!), and saved a little kid with the power of rock and roll while using the lute of slain bard. And damn, if that's not a true D&D experience I don't know what is. So I think it's safe to say that Larian has been able to somewhat recapture some of that lightning in a bottle feeling of playing a tabletop RPG in this game.

(even if that was all luck of dice rolls and playing the lute did nothing, I'm headcanoning Ari was channeling Lihala's spirit, because that's a far better story)

#gif #bg3 posting #grey’s bg3 tag #* technically it's counterspell in game #but my brain thought “countersong” at the time #anyway i'm loving the game #even if i kind of stink at it #bg3 spoilers #oc: aravyn #ari's og campaign

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cimoris · 8 months

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An Unused WIP

A common misconception about charging animatronic is that they need to sleep or power down during the process. In reality, animatronics can still be active during charging. Most just prefer staying in place to avoid the chance of tangling up the charging cord by moving. It also became a great excuse to rest.

Charging while staying awake had its downside. Similar to a phone, being active while charging can reduce the battery performance of an animatronic.

Eclipse knew that well with Moon’s frequent trip to part and services. Or, occasionally, to Monty Golf when it had not been a month since his last battery replacement. Monty’s help and understanding to provide the replacement battery forced Eclipse to endure interacting with them.

(He is very grateful toward the gator. He didn’t know how many more battery replacements the company would provide before deciding to decommission Moon.)

(He won’t lose another brother. Not again.)

Eclipse once confronted Moon about the unhealthy lifestyle and the risk of decommissioning. It only led to heated arguments and thrown items.

(Moon called him a hypocrite. Telling Eclipse to fix his sleeping schedule before minding his brother’s.)

The debate was on the table for a few months, then they both just stopped. Eclipse was too tired to argue with Moon anyway. (Especially when his own battery was failing.) He resorted to slaving away as both mechanic and daycare attendant. Pushing himself to the limit to repay Monty’s help.

(Monty told him to keep the money. They told him that the brothers needed the cash more, and that Sun needed it more.)

With Eclipse no longer bothering him, Moon went deeper down the rabbit hole. Often he forgot to check his charge level. (Eclipse found him passed out in front of Sun with hands around a wrench.) His solution was to attach the charging cord on him all the time. It damaged his battery at a faster rate.

At this point, Eclipse believed that Moon would only stop when Sun woke up. Or when Fazbear Entertainment decided to decommission him. The first option was close to impossible to happen and the second option was just not a choice.

That was until the other ‘Sun’ arrived.

Now, the two were sitting on the blue mat tainted by oil stains. Inky black covering the animatronics’ bodies and clothes: blue becomes black and yellow becomes brown. ‘Sun’ still had their arms wrapped around Moon, while Moon’s arm had gone limp on his side. Had Eclipse missed the soft snores, he would have thought Moon was dead. (Just the thought of it sent electric shock through his wires.)

It only took a few minutes of them meeting and several hours of crying for Moon to finally fall asleep. A miracle done by a stranger that Eclipse, Moon’s brother, could not achieve. (As happy as he was for his brother, he felt disappointment for himself. He failed to help his brother for the past few years and this stranger managed to in less than a day.)

Eclipse carefully placed his toolbox on the security desk, avoiding the fragile dent from earlier in the afternoon. It made a small clutter, not enough to wake Moon, but enough to alert ‘Sun’ of his presence.

“Hey, Eclipse.” ‘Sun’ waved him over, careful not to wake Moon. “Can you help me a little?”

Eclipse took a closer look at them and grimaced. ‘Sun’ had been sitting on his heels. Judging from Moon’s position, the full weight of two animatronics fell onto ‘Sun.’ He could not imagine how uncomfortable it must have been for ‘Sun’ to be in that position for the last few hours.

“You should have woken him up.” Eclipse was grateful that ‘Sun’ let Moon sleep. Who knows when the next time Moon would let himself sleep?

“Yeah, but I kinda feel bad.” ‘Sun’ pushes Moon slightly off him and straight into Eclipse’s arms. He stretched his arms a little then straightened his feet on the oily mat. “My feet felt numb around an hour ago. I think one of the wiring got squeezed.”

Eclipse nodded, “Sorry, and thanks for not waking him up.” He pulled oily arms around him, careful for it not to slip his grip. “Don’t worry about the mess. I’ll clean it up myself. You should ask your Moon to look at the wiring.”

“Are you sure?” ‘Sun’ looked around him, “I can stick around for a while.”

“It’s fine, Sun.” Eclipse was glad that ‘Sun’ was covered in his brother’s tears: yellow became brown, red became maroon. The traveller looked nothing like his other brother.

(As much as he is grateful to ‘Sun,’ he would also like for him to go as soon as possible. He doesn't know how much longer his self-control will last.)

“Okay, then.” ‘Sun’ reached the side of his head. Eclipse assumed ‘Sun’ is calling his brother. He observed the one-sided conversation. (The bells got clogged) Eclipse was about to walk away with his brother when ‘Sun’ called him back.

“I’ll be going now.” ‘Sun’ whispered, “I’ll see you soon!”

‘See you soon?’ Eclipse snapped his neck to ‘Sun,’ but he was gone.

#sun and moon show #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fan fiction #the sun and moon show #sams nice eclipse #sams sun #light angst #tsams #tsams nice eclipse

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shortcgke · 2 years

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Light Yagami/Kira || A Pit Stop

Word count: 2613

smut level: 10/10

Light gripped onto the roof handle as the cars speed accelerated.

"You've got to listen to me." He was driving; his cold eyes were focused on the road while his low, threatening voice was directed at me.

"It wasn't my fault," I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Then who's was it," demanded him, his fingers tightening over the steering wheel.

"I did what you asked, damn it!"

"Then why did it fucking fail?"

My grip tightened and I clenched my jaw to avoid exploding. We'd been following a plan to our goal to the new world which required getting rid of some detectives. The notebook had been confiscated when L spontaneously changed his plan.

I glanced over to light, staring straight at the road. His sculpted hands were tightened around the wheel. His brown hair hung in his eyes, teased messy and spilling down his neck. Soft light illuminated his face, contrasting his predator-like gaze. A dull shine highlighted his slight coat of sweat.

"Damn it," he rasped, anger constricting his voice. "We were so close."

"We'll get him next time," I promised. Light scoffed in response.

"We? you've done nothing but fuck things up. You are staying home."

I turned to face him, my hand reaching out to clutch his arm. "What do you mean I'm not going?" I asked. "I've done nothing but do as you've told me."

"If that were the case, we would have succeeded. Now let go of me."

"No, I'm not letting go until you say that I'll go; it's getting fucking annoying to hear you blame everything on me."

I knew it was dangerous to test Light. The only reason I wasn't dead yet was because I had connections with L. He was cruel, but I admired his motives. I knew it was hard to trust someone with this big of a secret. We'd been pretending to be lovers, but I'm sure he probably still hated me. Still, I couldn't help the fact that I'd fallen for him.

He was a savior and smart. I'd never been the type to be independent and strong. To have a leader, an idol, this hot- it was more than I could ask for.

"Let go." Light knocked my hand off his sleeve. My arm fell onto his lap and my hand rested on his crotch. In shock, he adjusted himself and I, in panic, ripped my arm away. That resulted in my bumping his arm again, which made him lose control of the steering wheel for a brief moment and swerve.

"You can't fucking do anything right, can you?"

I looked over to see him pissed. If I wasn't mistaken, there was also a slight blush on his cheeks. His eyeline followed to my chest, where my cleavage was showing. We had went to a formal event, so he was wearing a suit and I a dress. A tight one, at that.

I remained silent.

"Can you not answer me? Look at me." His words were harsh, but I was busy keeping my thoughts at bay. His sideways glances made me feel like a child being scolded, but the intimate touches we shared earlier and even the accidental indecent ones now were seeming to bombard my thoughts.

Suddenly I felt the car swerve and then stop. I heard a seat unbuckle and a low, dark chuckle.

"Well, if you're going to act like a child, maybe I should treat you like one, huh? Since you can't do anything yourself, I'll have to teach you a fucking lesson. One that ensures you wont ever fuck my shit up again."

He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to face him. his cat-like eyes were narrow, casting a hard glare into my eyes. They glanced to my lips. As his thumb brushed over my lips, I felt my red lipstick smear.

"You look like a whore," he whispered. "You know how whores get treated, right?" His hands jerked away from me, and Light started to undo his tie. His fingers worked rapidly, smoothly. It was if he could not do anything unperfect. He took his tie and placed it around my neck. It was tight, but the small caresses behind my neck were enough to make me submissive. I inhaled his masculine scent, clean and comforting. Cold as ice, but addicting.

My heartbeat quickened as he unbuttoned his shirt. It was dark out, and we'd pulled off the road, but surely he didn't actually intend to...

Light's chest glistened in the soft moonlight. I saw the definition in his breasts and abs. "So now you're looking at me," he scoffed. "You really have no shame, do you?"

He grabbed the tie around my neck and pulled it forward. I was yanked, crashing our lips onto one another. My hands landed on his chest, and I wasted no time in exploring the hard ridges. I felt his hand go to the back of my head, grabbing my hair and guiding the kiss. His tongue was much more experienced than mine; it knew the places to swim, his lips knowing how to mold to fit our mouths perfectly. Though I knew he'd done this with many girls before me, his soft caresses made me feel as if I were special.

Suddenly he broke the kiss for air. My lips felt swollen and hot. My breath was almost ragged but I needed more. The loss of his taste on my tongue made me want to cry for more.

"Desperate, huh? You're almost rabid. I'm surprised you haven't done this before. With a body like that, I'd have thought you'd have slept with many.

I blushed. How'd he know I was a virgin?

"It's obvious," he explained. "Don't think I'm going to go easy on you," he said, a smile tracing his lips. He leaned in and laughed in my ear. "You've got a lot to learn, so here'll be one of your lessons. Keep up."

Light peppered my jawline with kisses, then moved on to my neck. The kisses got harder, more teasing, more mischievous. He found my sensitive spots and sucked, no doubt leaving hickeys. My fingers curled onto his chest, feeling his warmth soak into my palms. Light reached my collar bones, his hands now tracing my waist and pulling me closer.

"Fuck," he muttered. "To the back, now."

He opened the door, sliding his shirt off. I felt weak from his touches, but my heart was pounding in anticipation. Every sexual spot on my body felt ready to combust, and I needed him.

Closing the door to the backseat, I unzipped my dress and slid it off. Light had taken off his belt.

"Make it quick," he said. "Then again, you probably won't last long anyways. You'll be too easy. Look at you, already panting like a dog."

My cheeks once again flushed. It was true; my hair was now disheveled, my lipstick smeared. Meanwhile he was still looking like, well, Light Yagami. One of Japan's finest, both in academics and looks.

My f/c lace underwear caught his eye. I crawled on the seat to meet him. He pulled my neck to him, guiding my head once again to melt into a kiss. Then he pushed me back. I looked up to see him over me, gazing over my body. I was tempted to cover up, but the look in his eyes seem to reflect pride.

"All mine," he said. His hands traced over me, leaving a burning sensation as his fingertips left my skin. He traced something on my stomach, leaving a fluttery sensation to linger. My knees were folded, my panties exposed. He looked over me, eyes raking my body. Light trailed his kisses down my neck, collar bones, cleavage. My hands surfed through his dark locks, thick and comforting. Breathy moans escaped my lips as I begged for more. His fingers rubbed teasingly over my panties, now pooling with desire.

I arched my back as his hand slipped under me, and in no time I felt my bra pop off. I rose my arms obediently as he slipped it off. He wasted no time in savoring each piece of me. Hungrily, passionately. I felt his warm breath against my skin each time he paused his kisses. They were getting harder, the suction more intense. I needed more, though it hurt.

As I continued moaning for him, his hands were grazing over my thighs. I kept trying to adjust myself, begging for friction of any kind, but each time I moved, he gripped my thighs in place.

"Lesson one, be patient. You're so fucking selfish. Where's my pleasure? When you'd agreed to serve me, I thought you'd be obedient. But you're stubborn, selfish, and disgusting." Each hot breath tickled my ear as his fingers dug into my thighs. I whimpered as he pulled away and took off his pants. He grabbed the tie around my neck and pulled me up, then spread me across his legs, ass up.

"If you want to be a brat, I'll punish you like one."

"Wait, Lig-"

Slap.

I cried out in pain. Did some people really get off to this? I only felt shameful, teased, and desperate.

"You'll have to learn somehow."

Slap. Pause. Slap. Pause. Slap.

My legs shook, and the pain turned to pleasure. I needed more, but not of this.

"I'm sorry," I gasped, tears dripping off my nose. "Please, let me pleasure you."

Light scoffed. "Try your best."

I pulled myself off and sat on folded knees. Light was adjacent, tilting his body towards me more as he slid off his boxers. In the dark, a blue light was cast against his toned front. Moonlight glinted on his member, now exposed. His slender, steady hand stroked his member. I watched, slightly entranced.

"We don't have all day," he said. I was nervous, but I tucked my hair behind my ears and bent down, taking hold of his shaft. It was warm and thick, the perfect size. I practiced gliding my hand up and down it. I heard a few light breaths from him. As my mouth opened, tongue meeting his tip, I lapped at the clear pool of liquid that drooled from his tip. My tongue traced around his cock head, then I slipped it into my mouth. My hair falling over him, Light collected a handful and held it behind my head. The scalp caresses made me shiver. I took more of him into my mouth, sucking gently. My tongue explored the veins of his member, rubbing especially on the frenulum.

I must have been doing something right, because I heard Light's soft moans. He began guiding my head, forcing himself deeper into me. His tip hit the back of my throat, but I did not gag. Light's breaths encouraged me, and I swallowed each drip of precum. It tasted salty, savory. Not the best flavor, but it was the taste of lust. I was making him feel good. I wanted to taste more success. I wanted to do something good for once. Light's grip on my hair tightened, and he became more aggressive with the pushing. I coughed as his tip reached down my throat. Light pulled my head off slowly, a rope of saliva connecting my tongue and his member. It glistened, wet from my mouth. I gasped for air, licking my lips free from the spit.

"Good girl," Light whispered. He bent down, meeting my my neck and planting kisses over my newly formed hickeys. I moaned, stroking him as he grabbed my waist, drawing his fingers over the sensitive areas of my back. It tickled, burned. My body was on fire with lust, begging to be put out by him. I felt Light's breathy moans tickle my ear as I continued fondling his shaft.

Suddenly I was pushed back. I felt fingers grip the waistband of my panties and slip off. Cold air greeted my exposed area, glinting with my lustful sin. Light's fingers rubbed against my clit, flicking in a way that made me want to explode. To receive his attention, finally, I was floating in bliss. A finger slipped into my pussy, hitting a spot that I'd never knew was there. Light's other hand rested on my lower stomach. He applied pressure, igniting butterflies and a greater feeling as he skillfully fingered. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out. My pussy drooled, aching for more.

Light's hand trailed up my body up to my neck. He squeezed slightly, his index and ring finger slipping into his own mouth.

"Your turn," he said. He tilted my jaw up and slipped his finger into my mouth. His slender fingers reached the back of my throat.

"Swallow," he commanded. I was forced to drink my own juices. Then he pulled his hand away. My heartbeat quickened in eagerness as I watched him lift my thighs more and situate himself. Sweat glistened on his cheeks and nose. His hair was messed up. He looked like a hot wreck, and I'm sure i did too.

I felt as Light's tip rubbed against my entrance. His shaft slipped up and down my pussy, spreading grool and precum. My clit was swollen in desire. Finally he pushed myself in, and I gasped. Despite what I'd heard about, it wasn't painful. There was a stretch, but it felt good- like a suspended relief. He pushed himself deeper, filling every part of my that needed to be filled. His hand reached to grab my neck, squeezing ever so slightly. His other hand roamed my breasts, squeezing harshly. I felt my walls grip him as he slid in and out, increasing acceleration while hitting the deepest parts of me. Thrusting in and out, he slid his hand to my waist and neck, bending down to graze his soft lips upon my neck. I held a hand to my lips, but I could not hold back the moans escaping. He pulled my hand away and pinned it to the seat, squeezing my hand as he thrust into me. My breaths got heavier and I whined, a knotting feeling growing in my gut. He was right; I wasn't lasting long.

"Light," I moaned, my legs quivering.

"A little longer," he breathed, a slight chuckle lacing his voice. His hand squeezed at my tits, his lips suctioning on my neck. I could barely hold it. The stimulation was too great. Gushing sounds astounded as our bodily fluids mixed. My pained moans continued for a while as he continued thrusting in, barely losing his composure. "S-slower," I gasped. His lips connected with mine, igniting a hot kiss, shutting me up. Our tongues met with each other, swapping fluids. I was a mess, but he was steady and composed.

"Light, I-I can't," I whined, my walls twitching. I felt a tug at my gut, a tingle in my clit. I was going to cum.

"Fuck," he said. He pulled away from my mouth. Saliva connected our tongues. He held a hand down on my cervix, and I felt the explosive high irrupt. In one last thrust, Light ejected his warm cum into me. My walls squeezed his member, draining every last bit of him into me. A colorful high washed over me. My legs shook with pleasure. I moaned his name, his soft moans finishing me off. He gave a few sloppy thrusts as his cock twitched. Light pulled out, spilling our cum. It oozed out of me and coated his cock. We both let out deep breaths as we rode out the high.

"Fine, you can come. Wear lace like that, too."

#light yagami #death note #kira #death note smut #light yagami smut

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siriuslysatorusimping · 19 days

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Teasing and Techniques (Another Level - Installment 2, Part 2, NSFW)

Summary:

“Ah,” she chimed. “But I did win that day. If you’ll remember: I drew first blood. I bested you, even if it was brief. I landed two hits on the so-called strongest. I made the Six Eyes bleed.” He let out a deranged chuckle, bright eyes almost glowing as he grinned down at her. “Oh, I wanted to fucking make you bleed.”

AN: This one is spicy. 👀 I think it's at least 75% smut. It's p kinky, too, I think 🫠

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Teasing and Techniques - Part 2

A self-assured smirk accompanied the intense look he gave her, silently conveying that he already knew the answer he was going to get.

Rinko’s eyebrows shot up as he spoke, blinking almost stupidly as she tried and failed to contain a snort of amusement. For some reason, she hadn’t expected him to be so forward about it.

“Yeah,” she replied, grinning in return. His smirk grew as he pulled his wallet out to pay. “But,” she watched him quirk an eyebrow as he waited for her to continue. “Not for the same reason you do. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. And I need to get my ribs checked out. So it’s straight home for me.”

Pushing herself to her feet, she waved to the owner as she passed, Gojo following close behind her.

“Thanks for dinner, though,” she said cheerily. “And the company-”

“You still haven’t told me about your technique, ya know,” he interrupted. “You told me how you knew Fushiguro but not about your technique. And that was the condition for dinner. You gonna go back on your word?”

That pulled her up short, and she turned abruptly to face him. She’d completely forgotten she’d agreed to tell him about her technique.

“True,” she relented, biting her bottom lip as she thought of how to appease him quickly. Her technique wasn’t easy for her to explain. Not to mention that she had been serious when she said she was exhausted. And she wanted to get home. “There’s a taiyaki stand not too far from here. We could grab dessert, and I’ll explain?”

His small nod was accompanied by his smirk returning. He motioned for her to lead the way with a tilt of his head. Brushing past him, she led him down the street and through a few alleys until they stood in front of the stall she’d mentioned.

“I’ve got this one,” she said absently after she ordered hers. “Since you got dinner.”

He didn’t say anything in reply, simply ordering his own and paying for both before she could argue.

“I said-”

“I heard you,” he cut her off, clearly amused. “But this way I get to keep Kurisaki-san in my debt.”

She rolled her eyes but thanked the vendor when they handed her food over. Truthfully, she felt stuffed. But she did love a good taiyaki, and she still owed him an explanation. This was definitely the safest option. She knew he would have invited himself back to her place or invited her to wherever he was staying.

Gojo Satoru was attractive. Scratch that, Gojo Satoru was hot. Something Rinko hadn’t acknowledged since she’d met him, forcing herself to remain as nonchalant as possible. He had a big enough head as it was, being the strongest. But she’d have to be completely blind to not see how handsome he was.

His white hair was held up when he tied his bandages as a blindfold now instead of falling free. It somehow made him look both ridiculous and more mature at the same time. Pale skin that looked luminescent against the dark color of his uniform, which almost looked too big while hugging his form perfectly.

His tall, lean build was almost lanky, and it hid his strength well. But what really made him attractive was his face: slim, smooth, clear of any blemish or flaw. An absolutely perfect smile. And those bright blue eyes that could make anyone weak at the knees.

The confidence helped, too. It wasn’t pure arrogance, it was confidence. He carried himself with an air that told everyone he knew he was stronger. That he was better. And who didn’t find a healthy dose of self-assurance sexy?

Rumors were that he was an incredible fuck, too.

And he was clearly interested in letting her know if those rumors were true. Still, whether it meant she was just stupid or tactical, she found herself wholeheartedly unwilling to give him what he wanted. Did she want to? Absolutely.

But she’d realized that pushing his buttons gave her a high better than any orgasm she’d ever had. What could she say? He was fun to play with. The taste of his irritation from years ago had been so sweet, tinged with a satisfying bitterness that had given her a rush she hadn’t felt since.

Gojo Satoru wasn’t used to a challenge, either. And while he’d beaten her, she’d made him work harder than anyone expected for his victory.

She’d seen the flash of desire burn in his cerulean eyes when his hand had been around her throat as she’d finally tapped out.

But really, he clearly wasn’t used to being told ‘no.’

As they walked a bit further, she led him into a nearby park, taking a seat on the swing as she munched on her treat. He folded himself onto a swing next to her and turned his head, making it obvious that he was staring at her expectantly.

“Duplication,” she began, knowing he was rolling his eyes. A fact he confirmed when he pulled his bandages up once again so his left eye was revealed to her. “Did you want to know or not? Let me finish before you-”

A sinful grin overtook his face, his eye brightening as his gaze raked up and down her body before settling on staring directly into her own.

“I promise you, sweetheart,” he said quietly, “I always let the lady finish first.”

Her pulse jumped at his words, sending a jolt straight through her body and settling in her stomach. She’d stepped right into that.

“Oh, I’m sure you do, Gojo,” she replied easily, unable to hide her own smirk. He was a horny bastard if she’d ever met one. But she was into it. It made it more fun. “But if you want to know about my technique, I’m afraid you bragging about being the only man in existence to find the female orgasm will have to wait until another time. Maybe you’ll find your map to the gspot before then, too.”

He choked on his taiyaki at her statement, coughing to dislodge the dough from his throat while his eye widened in surprise.

After his coughing ceased, though, he narrowed his gaze at her. Desire now burned in the blue orb as he stared at her intensely. Teasing him was proving to be more and more entertaining with each passing moment. Her statement had triggered something within him, and now he seemed to be weighing how much he wanted to learn about her technique versus how badly he wanted to learn how she felt beneath him.

“I can create a duplicate of myself,” Rinko said, acting purposefully oblivious to the fact that he looked like he was about to yank her from her swing. His expression was quickly shifting to something darker. She shoved the excitement building in her chest away, forcing her racing heart to slow as best she could. “Once the duplicate forms, I can essentially use it as a conduit-”

She cut herself off with a yelp as he lunged at her, knocking her from her seat on the swing onto the ground. Before he could lean down and press his lips to hers, she disappeared. Purposefully letting the double dissipate as soon as she swapped with it, she praised her own forethought for creating a duplicate as soon as they’d sat down.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm down enough enough to mask her energy so he couldn’t locate her. But her adrenaline had spiked, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to mask it enough to hide from him. Not with how badly her hands were shaking in anticipation.

She was also still exhausted, energy spent from using Shadow Step earlier. It was the first time she’d used the technique on such a large scale. Testing her limits against him likely wasn’t a great idea, but again, she really couldn’t help herself.

It was almost like knowing she was no match for him gave her a freedom she felt with no one else.

From the shadows of the treeline, she watched as he pushed himself to his feet slowly. He was clearly scanning his surroundings for any sign of her.

“I’ll find you,” he stated. His voice was almost a whisper, forcing a shiver to pass down her spine. “And when I do, I’ll make you regret that little stunt.”

Her skin burned with anticipation, the fire in her belly growing with it.

“Promises promises,” she whispered back, watching his head snap in her general direction.

Siphoning her energy into a duplicate, she prepared to swap again. The muscles in his jaw twitched, and she knew she had less than a second before he was on her. Switching with her closest duplicate, she let out a huff of air, her energy waning when she began creating another.

Her limit was fast approaching. She was pushing it creating a third when she was so tired, but she hoped recalling them before he could destroy them was reserving at least some energy.

As much as she wanted the game to keep going, she wouldn’t be able to go much longer.

Maybe one more before she was completely spent-

“Where do you think you’re going?” Gojo’s voice was a breath in her ear, pulling her from her thoughts.

One of his hands went to her throat, the other grasping her hip, his arm wrapping around her waist from behind. He pulled her against him so her back was flush against his chest. She could feel the outline of his cock pressed against her back as he whispered his threat into her ear.

“Do it again. See what happens when I catch you.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, refusing to turn to look him in the eye. Staring straight forward, she resisted the urge to moan when he leaned down to press a hot, wet kiss to her neck. His tongue swept against her flesh before he pulled back just enough to blow on the damp skin, forcing yet another shiver through her.

“Part of me thinks that’s what you want,” she breathed her reply, and he chuckled. “You like the chase.”

“Just gives me more of an excuse to absolutely wreck you.”

His grip on her throat loosened, and she finally turned her head to look at him.

“Is that a promise?”

The predatory grin she was met with gave her all the answer she needed. Smirking up at him, she disappeared from his grasp, hearing his deranged laugh echo in the distance.

This time, she didn’t have a moment to think before he was on her again, appearing in front of her and yanking her into him by her waist.

“Caught you,” he said, the smug smirk on his face growing at the slight look of surprise she gave him. “You should work on masking the duplicate before you use it. I already knew where you would be before you even switched places.”

The statement seemed obvious. But she’d never thought of masking her duplicates before. No one had ever paid attention to them when she was standing directly in front of them. But she supposed that there was a large spike in energy when she swapped places, essentially sending up a homing beacon. And if there was anyone who’d be able to see that beacon, it’d be him. The question was whether others would be-

“Stop thinking about it,” Gojo ordered. “Worry about it later.”

Without giving her time to reply, he leaned down, capturing her mouth.

“You’re still gonna tell me about your technique,” he muttered against her lips. “But it’s gonna be a bit different than you thought.”

There was a whoosh of air around them, and then she was shoved against a wall.

His mouth moved to her neck, sucking just underneath her jaw and groaning at her whimper.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he moaned, grinding his erection into her. “And you’re gonna keep talking about that technique of yours.”

Scoffing, she glared up at the bandages covering his eyes.

“You can’t be serious-”

He cut her off with a sharp bite to her neck, pulling a yelp and then a moan from her lips.

“Tell me.”

He pulled back slightly, grinning down at her surprised expression.

“Be a good girl,” he hummed in her ear, “and I’ll let you cum.”

His right hand slid between them, pressing a finger against the seam of her pants, chuckling when she whined.

“You can create a duplicate of yourself, yeah?” he asked, applying a teasing pressure between her legs. “And?”

When she didn’t respond, he withdrew his hand, only to shove it down the front of her pants, pressing two fingers directly against her leaking slit.

“So wet,” he whispered, rubbing along her lower lips. “Tell me about your technique.”

“I-” Rinko paused, her eyes squeezing shut.

She couldn’t believe how quickly he’d flipped their advantage. Information had been the only thing she was confident she could keep over him, but now he quite literally held her in the palm of his hand. Opening her eyes, she saw his own covered ones obviously looking down at her expectantly, one eyebrow raised.

“I can create duplicates of myself-”

Her breath stuck in her throat when he pushed two fingers into her heat slowly, and she let her head fall back against the wall behind her at the stinging stretch. His fingers didn’t move, his other hand coming up to tangle in her hair, using his grip to force her to look at him.

“Keep going,” he ordered, watching her pupils dilate.

“And once a duplicate forms, I can swap places with it at will.”

“How many can you create at once?” he asked, fingers teasingly withdrawing. “You can make more than one, right?”

She let out a whine of protest, but his grip on her hair only tightened.

“F-five,” she whimpered, breath growing heavy when he rewarded her by moving his fingers agonizingly slow, providing no relief. “I can have up to- five at once.”

The tips of his fingers dove deeper, caressing her gspot just right and she felt her walls clench, trying to suck him back in when he retreated.

“I don’t need a map to find it,” he whispered, leaning so his breath fanned across her lips as he addressed her earlier statement. “Or to show you how I always let the lady finish first.”

She managed to roll her eyes, earning a hard bite to her bottom lip.

“But brats don’t get that privilege,” he threatened, licking the spot he bit, cleaning away the trickle of blood she hadn’t even noticed. “So you’d better keep going.”

Her mind was quickly going fuzzy. The only thing registering was the severe, desperate need to reach the peak he kept cruelly ripping away from her.

“We both know you’ve got more to explain,” he continued. “That little trick back in the warehouse? What was that?”

Slowing his fingers to a stop, he raised his eyebrows at her in challenge.

“Shadow Step,” the words flew from her lips of their own accord now, and he pressed his thumb against her clit with a smirk. “I- fuck! I can create echoes of myself, but they’re hard to maintain and-”

“And your cursed energy shines like a fucking lighthouse compared to them,” he finished, his smirk growing sadistic when she glared at him. “What? It’s not a bad idea, but I found you instantly. Need to put some more effort into your techniques, Rinko-chan.”

Coming from the most powerful sorcerer in the world. She couldn’t contain another eyeroll.

“Of course you saw through it, you asshole-”

Her retort was cut off when his thumb started moving in tight, slow circles over her clit in time with resuming his fingers’ maddeningly slow thrusts into her cunt. Tossing her head back against the wall, she couldn’t contain the breathy moan that escaped as her hips rocked forward.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned in response. Speeding his fingers up and pulling another cry from her lips, his thumb pressed against her clit almost painfully when she tried to squirm away. “You’ve got more to tell me, I know it.”

Her hands moved to shove him away, but he just laughed and gathered them above her head and leaned down so she had no choice but to stare up at the stupid bandages covering his eyes.

Power rolled off of him, his easy grin conveying just how in control he was of their situation. Behind the blindfold, she knew his eyes told a million stories, but she had no choice but to stare at the maddeningly blank canvas above her.

“The technique you used four years ago,” he whispered, leaning in so his lips were once again at her ear. “The Simple Domain that protected you against my Lapse Blue. Explain it.”

“I-” she cut herself off by biting her lip.

The stubborn part of her, the part that was frustrated he got her to give in so easily, flared. Remembering what she’d told him afterward, she couldn’t help but push him further.

“I didn’t need a technique for that. Like I told you four years ago, it was such a weak attack-”

Really, what else did she expect when she tried to find the limits of a man who was, quite literally, limitless?

His hum of disappointment cut her off. A quiet, menacing chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pulled back to give her a look that was almost giddy.

“Oh, Rinko-chan,” he tutted, withdrawing his fingers from her pants.

The hand that held hers above her head guided her away from the wall. Yanking her against his chest, he almost dragged her towards the bed behind him.

“You were doing so well,” Gojo continued, his voice amused and the grin still in place. “Looks like I’m gonna have to show you what happens to brats who lie on top of not listening.”

His expression changed, a serious look overtaking his smile. He pulled the blindfold down, bright blue eyes staring down at her clouded with lust. Releasing her wrists, he dropped his hand to the side of her neck, the gentle touch a stark contrast to moments before.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will.”

She felt her breath stutter in her chest, a small smile finding its way onto her face as she met his sincere gaze. Something about him pausing to make sure everything was okay made him so much more attractive.

It wasn’t like she’d resisted anything, and she knew he could tell she was still going along. But it was endearing, bordering on caring, both of which he wasn’t exactly known for.

Gojo Satoru was, as everyone knew, selfish. And he had no time in his life for anyone he deemed too weak.

“You’re fine,” she whispered back, prompting him to lean down to press his lips to hers.

He moved his lips over hers lazily before tilting her head to the side and humming his approval when she opened her mouth, meeting his tongue halfway.

“I’m gonna get a bit rough,” he murmured, licking his way to her ear. “You good with that?”

The statement alone was enough for her to feel a fresh rush of heat through her body, her panties sticking to her uncomfortably. But the question pulled a moan from her, nodding almost too quickly.

“Yeah,” she breathed, hands grasping the fabric of his jacket tightly in her fists. “I’m- I can- do you know the color system?”

Now he released a groan, the deep sound rumbling through him and sending a shiver down her spine.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, his hands moving to her waist, thumbs slipping under the bands of her pants. “I knew you’d be a filthy fucking slut.”

“Green,” was her only reply, afraid she wouldn’t be able to form any other words now.

A small part of her vowed never to voice how that simple sentence had affected her. Her pride would never recover from the embarrassment if she did.

Not waiting to be told twice, he shoved her pants down and yanked her shirt over her head. Standing before him in her underwear, she watched his pupils dilate at the sight.

“Turn around,” he ordered, hands going to her shoulders when she only looked at him in confusion. “Turn. Around.”

Complying, she let him take both of her hands in his own and pull them behind her back. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the blindfold gone from around his neck, his gaze focused on her wrists as he used it to bind them together. Before she could say anything, his eyes flit back up to meet hers, the lazy grin back in place.

Gripping her biceps lightly, he turned her back around, and his left hand moved to her chin. He kissed her gently, his tongue slowly stroking hers while his right hand moved to tease her through her panties. Pushing them aside, his fingers teased her slit, parting her lips to allow his middle finger to slip inside. He swallowed her whimper as he gathered up her slick and dragged it up to her clit.

Without faltering with the teasing strokes of his tongue or fingers, he sat down on the bed and pulled her down to straddle his lap.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” he breathed, left hand now gripping her hair tightly. He licked her jaw up to her ear, biting just enough to pull a whine from her. “Tell me about that simple domain.”

Even with her position, what she knew would happen, her wrists tied securely behind her back, she just couldn’t help herself. Smiling innocently up at him when he leaned back to stare at her expectantly, she used the sweetest voice she could as she asked:

“What simple domain?”

The hand rubbing her clit left, almost pulling a whine of protest from her lips before she released a shriek as his palm made contact with her left ass cheek.

“Fucking brat,” he hissed, using his grip on her hair to pull her head back, allowing him better access to her neck. Biting down hard, he chuckled when she moaned. “Simple Domain, Last Stand, wasn’t it?”

Her silence was met with a harsh slap against her thigh, her gasp of pain quickly followed by another smack. Ripping her panties away, he soothed his hand over her skin for just a moment before he pulled her hips down further, grinding her bare pussy against the fabric covering his erection. A needy, high-pitched sound fell from her lips. He pulled back to stare into her eyes as his palm struck again. The jolt that ran through her resulted in another rush of slick, and she felt his cock twitch through his pants when he noticed.

“What exactly is Last Stand, hmm, Rinko-chan?” he asked again, his voice teasing, a cocky smile lighting his face. “Go on, tell me. No point in trying to lie, sweetheart. I heard you when you cast it. Quick reaction time, by the way. I was impressed you were able to activate it before Lapse Blue hit.”

Another swat. A moan wrenching its way up her throat.

“I think you’re enjoying this too much,” he prodded, landing a particularly harsh slap. “Better start talking or I’ll think you’re nothing more than a dirty slut who just wants to be spanked until her ass is raw.”

The next hit brought tears to her eyes. She squeezed them shut until he tutted her mockingly.

“Ah, ah, Rinko-chan,” Gojo sang. “You’re gonna look at me like a good little slut while you take your punishment and tell me about that impressive technique.”

Clenching around nothing, she finally relented.

“Last-” her sob when his hand made contact again was met with a gentle kiss to her cheek before he motioned for her to continue. “Last Stand uses a duplicate to let me withstand a single hit, dealing equivalent damage to the duplicate instead.”

As she spoke, his left hand moved between them, his right gripping her waist tightly so she couldn’t squirm away. Giving no other warning, he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up so they rubbed against her gspot insistently. His thumb circled her clit, the sudden assault causing her to clench down on his fingers.

“Anything else?”

“I-” she arched her back, letting out another needy whine as he wiggled his fingers. “I can’t create any duplicates once it’s active.”

Gojo seemed satisfied with her answer, kissing her almost sweetly as she struggled to breathe.

“So fucking wet,” he whispered as he began to fuck his fingers into her. He curled them with each thrust so he teased the spongy area that made her whine. “You feel so good. Can’t wait to feel this tight pussy squeezing my cock. But first,” his fingers sped up, applying more pressure to her clit and capturing her lips again when she moaned. “Keep being a good girl, and cum for me. Now.”

The previously building wave crashed over her swiftly, her back arching of its own will as she quivered around his fingers. Her cry was like no sound she’d made before, sounding like a mixture of a moan and a sob.

“That’s it.” He continued whispering in her ear, filthy promises falling on almost deaf ears as her head filled with the white noise of pleasure. “Let go for me.”

Her head felt fuzzy as she came down. Faintly, she noted that the hand that wasn’t still inside her was massaging her sore, abused ass cheeks as he hummed in approval.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured, leaning down to run his nose up the side of her neck teasingly. “Wasn’t so hard, hm?”

“Feels hard to me,” she blurted out, burying her face in his neck as he let out a laugh.

“It should,” he replied, retrieving his fingers and sucking them into his mouth. His eyes darkened as they stared at her, holding her gaze while he licked his fingers clean. “Even sweeter than I imagined.”

Grinning at her slack expression, he closed the distance between them, sucking her tongue into his mouth instantly. His hands went back to her hips, grinding her down on his lap, making her jolt when his cock brushed against her oversensitive clit.

“No,” he growled against her lips, grip tightening when she tried to lift herself up. “You’re gonna take it. One more, baby.”

“Please,” she whimpered, breath hitching when she felt herself begin to clench down violently. “I need-”

“What do you need?” he asked, his breath hot against her own desperate pants. “What do you need, Rinko-chan? You need my fingers again? Or you want me to fill that sweet, needy little cunt with my cock?”

She moaned in response, both trying to escape and grind down on him at the same time.

“Use your words, Rinko-chan,” he commanded, sweet tone not matching the hungry look in his eyes. “You have to say it. Say, ‘Satoru-kun, please fill me up with your huge cock and fuck me until I can’t walk.’”

His tone sparked the part of her mind that lived to push his buttons. She felt a smirk pull at the corners of her mouth, watching his eyes brighten at the challenge in hers.

“It’s always the cocky ones who can’t give a girl a good orgasm,” she breathed, watching his grin grow even wider, darker. “Figures you’d be all talk-”

His hand went to her throat, squeezing enough to just barely restrict her airflow. Pulling her forward by her neck, his bright eyes darkening to match his sadistic grin.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin your greedy pussy for any other man.”

The words were spoken with a delighted laugh that bordered on manic, his breath mingling with hers as he leaned down. He forced his way into her mouth, sucking her tongue between his lips again before biting down hard.

“And you’re gonna thank me for it when I’m done. ”

It was her turn to laugh, the sound coming out as a wheeze as she struggled to breathe.

“Enough empty promises. Why don’t you prove it?”

She was debating whether or not she was really going to stay the night.

Though Gojo had tugged her against his chest and muttered that she should stay after he’d helped her clean herself up, she wondered if he even knew what he was saying as he fell asleep.

Resting against his bare chest, Rinko listened to his steady heartbeat and thought about that day years ago. How later she’d learned so much more about what she’d thought was just a close call.

“I have a confession,” she whispered, not knowing what compelled her to speak to his sleeping form. “There’s more to Last Stand than I said earlier-”

His eyes shot open, meeting her gaze and grinning when she let out a yelp in surprise.

“So you were holding out on me,” he said, eyes gleaming up at her. “Ah ah.” His hands grasped her hips when she tried to push herself up and away from him. “Spill it.”

“I thought you were asleep!” she squawked, her heart hammering in her chest. Her attempts at escape were fueled more by the jumpscare than an actual need to get away, but he still gave no room for resistance. He pulled her on top of him fully, resting her hips against his. “You scared me!”

The grin grew larger, his right hand moving to grasp the back of her neck to pull her down so her lips met his. Grumbling, she kissed him back reluctantly, unable to contain the quiet moan in her throat when his tongue met hers.

“Rinko,” he whispered, hips bucking up into hers. “Tell me.”

Embarrassment flooded her now, and she broke their kiss to try and crawl from on top of him again, wanting to bury her face in his pillow. His grip on her neck tightened, his eyes searching her face.

“As much as I enjoyed our little game earlier,” he drawled, his left hand stroking her hip gently. “I’d like to get some sleep. So tell me, and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. Sound good?”

Her cunt clenched at his words, and she sighed, dropping her head so her forehead rested against his.

“Last Stand is only supposed to take one duplicate,” she murmured.

She thought back to how she had only been able to have three active at the time. How it had been a lucky twist of fate that she’d had all of them up, mainly dodging physically to preserve them. If she’d had even just one fewer, she’d very likely have still died.

“What do you mean ‘supposed to?’” he whispered, watching her inhale sharply. “Can you use the technique more than once if you have all five active?”

“No-” It wasn’t something she’d ever thought about, but she supposed she technically could. “Well, maybe. But that isn’t- I called it Last Stand for a reason. It’s meant to be a last resort. My trump card, I guess. But when I used it against you, that was the first time I’d used it out of necessity.”

She leaned back so she could sit up. He was silent as she paused, hands resting behind his head now that he was sure she wasn’t going anywhere. His eyes followed her fingers as they fidgeted.

“I could only have three at the time,” she continued, her gaze moving to the wall above his bed, no longer able to meet his eyes. “And I had trouble keeping them up, especially while I was fighting. But I had three active when-”

It terrified her still, something she hadn’t admitted to anyone.

“Your technique, when it hit, I remember feeling it. I remember feeling it ripping my duplicates apart and realizing that there were no words to describe the agony I felt.”

“Duplicates,” he breathed, eyes going wide. “Plural.”

Nodding, she took a deep, calming breath. Accepting and voicing aloud a reality she hadn’t before:

“And then I remember feeling very distinctly, knowing with every piece of my mind and soul, that I should have been dead.”

Meeting his eyes again, she felt the weight of his gaze seeing straight through her.

“I had all three active at the time. I was running on a high I can’t describe. Taking risks I knew were stupid because I knew if I wasn’t careful, one hit from you could take me out easily. But I was having too much fun- and I think that’s what saved my life.”

Pausing, fidgeting with her hands, she voiced her theories now, wanting to know what he thought.

“I- my best assumption from what happened is that the equivalent damage it deals to the duplicates can obviously exceed what they can handle. If it’s more than everything I have active, I still get hurt. But it doesn’t kill me. Shoko kept telling me she was shocked I was still alive with some of the combined things she found. So, my theory is that it doesn’t kill me immediately. Gives me a chance to get away, but I’m essentially on a clock to get help, or I’m dead anyway.”

“Delayed response,” he murmured, his eyes conveying his racing thoughts. “You’ve given yourself a get-out-of-death free card. Think about how fucking insane that’d be with a reverse curse technique.”

“I’ve had that thought, too,” she agreed, biting her lip nervously. “But- I- after a bit of training, I found out I just can’t pull that off.”

He’d done it, of course. But he was the Six Eyes. Limitless user. Quite literally the strongest in the world. Those Six Eyes were staring up at her now, a smirk on his lips.

“Guess we’ve both cheated death, huh?” he asked, amusement clear. “Impressive, I gotta admit.”

“Pretty sure you actually died,” she replied, raising her eyebrows. “I avoided it entirely. So does that make me stronger for avoiding it? Or you stronger for cheating it completely and coming back?”

His scoff told her the answer she already knew.

“Obviously me,” he declared, all joking gone. “You wouldn’t stand a chance now, you know.”

Rolling her eyes, she shrugged absently.

“I didn’t stand a chance back then, either,” she admitted. “I knew I’d lost before the fight started. You outmatched me no matter how I looked at it. Cursed energy, physical strength, skill. And it was even more obvious when you didn’t even flinch when you launched a technique at me that literally almost wiped me from existence.”

She suddenly remembered what Shoko told her that day, jabbing him in the chest with her pointer finger.

“And I can’t believe you did that,” she accused, finally able to voice how ridiculous it was that he had genuinely almost killed her without batting an eye. “Shoko said that the only rule Yaga gave you was not to use that technique.”

“I was annoyed,” he replied, shrugging indifferently. At her glare, he smirked up at her. “You were supposed to be an easy fight. A Grade 3? Against me? It was like a sick joke to bore me to death. I was supposed to get to sit back and watch Suguru’s fight because it was supposed to be a good one. But instead, I got stuck fighting an insufferable pest who didn’t understand her place.”

A badge she wore with such pride, she thought to herself smugly. Getting under Gojo Satoru’s skin with him being unable to do anything about it.

That was the high she’d been chasing ever since.

A smirk found its way to her face now. She knew he could see the satisfaction in her eyes because he quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Glad to know I made an impression,” she murmured, her eyes shining.

“Fucking imagine,” he growled, hands grasping her hips. “This stupid girl from some unknown family - a Grade 3 weakling - was pissing me off. Because you refused to give in. Wouldn’t just let me have what we both knew was already mine.”

Grinding her down against him now, his eyes were shining with irritation and lust.

“Thought you just didn’t understand how out of your league you were, playing with me. I knew what you were doing. Taunting me. Trying to prove you were somehow stronger? So I figured you’d have at least enough brains to dodge out of the way and then surrender when you realized you were in over your head.”

“You almost killed me for being annoying?” she asked incredulously, narrowing her eyes. “That’s petty, even for you-”

“And for being a cocky brat,” he added, smirking. “But I thought you said it was a weak technique?” He was pretending to pout now, eyes dancing with mirth. “You called it a weak attack, said you’d expected me to be stronger than that, yeah?”

His laughter shook both of them when she smacked his chest, rolling her eyes. Flipping them over, he leaned down until his breath mingled with hers as he ground into her.

“But you didn’t dodge,” he breathed against her lips, pulling back just a fraction when she tried to close the distance. His eyes teased her as he gave her lips a playful lick. “You dug your goddamn heals in and took a hit from a technique I’d used to level fucking buildings square in the chest.” His voice was lower now, almost a growl in her ear as he leaned in. “And then you had the fucking nerve to stand there, looking like you’d been to hell and back, and ask if that was all I had? If only you’d known all I wanted to give you.” He bit her neck, chuckling at her quiet whimper. “All I could fucking think was how much I wanted to break you. Bend you over and show you just how much more I had. How you’d never even had a chance at winning-”

“Ah,” she chimed, her voice coming out in a whine. “But I did win that day.” He had pulled back to meet her gaze again, eyes daring her to continue. “If you’ll remember: I drew first blood. I bested you, even if it was brief. I landed two hits on the so-called strongest. I made the Six Eyes bleed.”

He let out a deranged chuckle, bright eyes almost glowing as he grinned down at her.

“Oh, I wanted to fucking make you bleed,” he grunted, kissing her roughly, biting her bottom lip until he tasted blood to prove his point. “You’re fucking incredible. Crazy too, but we both know you have to be to do what we do.”

Pulling away just slightly, he rubbed the head of his cock through her folds before sliding in with no other warning. She arched into him, her mouth going slack as a moan clawed its way up her throat at the sudden feeling of him grazing her gspot deliciously.

“Shit, baby,” he gasped, setting an almost brutal rhythm as he pulled back out only to slide back in until his balls slapped against her ass. “Feel so good, squeezing me so fucking good.”

Pulling her leg up, he leaned over her once again, bracing the back of her thigh against his chest as he stretched her and hit that spot so deep inside that she thrashed beneath him. Her attempts to meet his thrusts were futile, his grip on her waist unyielding as he fucked her towards a fast-approaching peak.

“Taking me so damn good.” His voice sounded almost as wrecked as she felt. Her world had narrowed to just him above her, driving himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. “You gonna cum? You need it, baby?”

Taking both hands in one of his, he pinned them above her and slowed his hips until she wiggled desperately. Whining, she arched into him, chasing the high that he had once again ripped away.

“Use your words, Rinko-chan,” he commanded, nuzzling her neck before biting down, sucking a bruise onto her skin. “What do you need?”

Her growl of frustration became a loud moan when he sped up for a few thrusts.

“Yeah, baby?” he taunted, slowing again and grinning down at her. “Remember, you just have to say the magic words, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please,” she whimpered, arching up into him. “Satoru, please let me cum.”

Letting out a feral groan, he sped back up, kissing her roughly.

“Fuck, baby, I know,” his voice was rough as he spoke, his teeth knocking against hers as he dominated her mouth. “I’ve got you.”

Trailing his hand down, he rubbed slow, maddening circles on her clit.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed at her, groaning again when she clenched at his words. “You gonna cum for me now? Come on, baby, open your mouth.”

Confusion filled her, brow furrowing as he stared at her expectantly. He slowed his fingers, raising a brow, and she opened her mouth slowly, still unsure why he would ask her to-

Gojo’s grin turned feral as he leaned back just enough so she could watch him spit into her mouth, the line of saliva dropping onto her tongue. She blinked up at him, scrunching her face in disgust.

“Swallow,” he ordered, timing his command with a particularly harsh thrust. “Do it, baby.”

Her body responded before she could think to do otherwise, swallowing obediently. Her orgasm crashed into her like a fucking wave, and his fingers pinched her clit, keeping her at the peak. The scream she released left her throat feeling raw, her back arching as she wailed, effectively silencing the part of her that was asking what the hell just happened.

“I fucking knew you were a dirty bitch,” he growled, a gleefully sadistic grin on his face. “Take it, baby. Gimme one more and then I’ll fill you up. You want that? Want me to fill you so full you’re leaking my cum?”

The noise she made didn’t sound human, and he leaned down again, sucking a bruise into her neck.

“That’s what I thought,” he hummed. His hips stuttered when she screamed his name, the walls of her cunt clenching around him like a vise. “Such a good fucking slut for me.”

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if portwell had a possibility to get back together would you want that?

So this is a fascinating question because it depends on how they develop it. If they do the right steps, and take the right time to get them back together, I'd love that. If they were to do a cheap plot to get them back together, then I'd rather that they don't do it.

I've always thought that portwell was a couple worth respecting. If I didn't, I wouldn't have been so mad with the season 3 finale; I believe they deserve something better than what they got. So naturally, I'd want the same if they were to get back together.

We know EJ just tried to do what was best for the play, for the Disney+ show, for everyone involved, and especially for his friend. He tried to do everything right, and yes, he did fail in many aspects, and that led to a slippery slope of miscommunication and misunderstandings. Eventually, Gina and EJ broke up because he was (in Gina's eyes) neglecting her. However, I think most of us in the portwell community agree that it was a misunderstanding that could've been easily solved with a conversation on the pressure of directing a show, and taking care of a cast, while also trying to enjoy his last year at camp (and by extension, his last year being a kid). He neglected Gina a couple of times, but it was understandable given the amount of pressure he was under, so if portwell were to get back together, I would need Gina to acknowledge that. I'd love it if she admitted that she might've been projecting some of her insecurities onto him, which leads me to the next problem to be solved.

When Gina broke up with EJ, she said she "couldn't be a maybe anymore", but she was not a maybe. Sure, EJ might not have been there for her 24/7 (which we already established was not right), but that doesn't mean he doubted his feelings for her. She needed something stable, she explains that her whole life has been about change, but now needed something stable, which is completely understandable, but there wasn't much evidence for her to believe EJ couldn't be that. So far, what we had seen, and what Gina had seen, was EJ showing up for her every time, even when they were just friends. Instead of trying to talk to him on why this time he was failing in that area, she went straight to breaking up, accusing him of being unsure of their relationship. Why? My interpretation is that in some level she was projecting her own insecurity on their relationship. When they started dating, she's very clear about how nervous she is to be someone's girlfriend, how she wants to be the perfect girlfriend. She was putting this pressure on herself and the relationship to be perfect, and when it wasn't that, she started panicking. Along comes Ricky, who doesn't come with an insane amount of pressure. He's just... Ricky. Someone she has always been able to talk to, someone who was her first friend, someone who genuinely cared about her. Even though they agreed to start again, there was obviously still a lingering uncertain air of something that didn't get closure because she had moved on. While her relationship with EJ was going sideways because he was too busy, Ricky was right there, being present, making up for all the times that he wasn't. She started doubting her relationship with EJ, and when the climactic moment of their breakup came, she told him he thought she was a maybe, when it actually might've been the other way around. It becomes even clearer when she confesses to Ricky in the last scene and uses the same wording, even though Ricky doesn't know (like us) what it means. She says, "I don't have maybe feelings about you. You aren't a maybe, you're a yes." Unless that was the way SHE felt for EJ, the line is worded wrong. If the truth was that she felt like she was being neglected before, and now she isn't, she would have said "I don't feel like a maybe when I'm with you," or something along those lines. If they got back together in season 4, Gina would have to admit to EJ that she was insecure, and projected all of that onto him.

Part of the reason for their breakup was the pressure they both felt. EJ felt pressure from the outside, the world, his dad, his own expectations for himself, but not inside the relationship. Gina felt pressure coming from herself IN the relationship, if that makes sense. Gina's appeal to Ricky in season 3, like a mentioned, was partly because she didn't feel so much pressure with him. She didn't have to be "the girlfriend", she could just be herself. If Portwell were to get back together, I would love a friendship arc to be built again, based on a friendship without pressure. Season 2's development of them was great because of that. They didn't feel pressure from their relationship with each other, Gina was unsure of her future, but not her future with him, and EJ was the same. Their friendship would have to go back to that, and since now they know that that's what affected their relationship, be intentional to make it translate into a proper relationship.

However (and this is the last thing I want to talk about since this post is already long enough), for EJ and Gina to get back together, Gina and Ricky would have to break up. As much as I dislike Rina as a romantic couple, I still want their relationship to be respected since hundreds of people enjoy it, and also the characters themselves deserve to be respected. If they were to break up, I would like it to be because they realized they're better off as friends than lovers. Make it a them thing, and not get EJ involved until they're broken up, which is why getting portwell back together would only work until season 5. If they got together in season 4, after Rina JUST broke up, it would be disrespectful to the fans who love it and the ship itself. This is why portwell shippers were so mad with the ending of season 3. It was so rushed, so clearly fan service to keep the rina shippers happy, that it completely ruined portwell's chance to mourn their recently broken relationship (and the fans who also had to suffer through it). As a portwell shipper myself, I wouldn't want to wish that on anyone, not even rina shippers (even tho they've been mean to me before lol). Season 4 to build their relationship back up, and season 5 to get back together.

After all of this, my answer to your question anon, is no. I already went through everything that I think needs to be solved in order for it to be a clean make up, and knowing these writers, they won't do that. So if they won't do it, I won't like it.

Basing off of the way they've handled the other relationships on the show, if they wanted portwell back together it would probably go like: Ricky and Gina have a couple great episodes! They're laughing, they're kissing, they're loving each other... but, oh, no, Ricky screws up, and guess who's there? EJ. He apologizes for being a jerk to Gina in season 3, says that he really cares about her and only wants to be her friend. Gina accepts his apology, and tells him everything that has been going on with Ricky. They start getting closer and closer, and Gina and Ricky just keep going down. They eventually have this big, emotional, dramatic moment in which they break up and agree they just aren't meant to be. Gina has like a week to mourn until she realizes that her true love was EJ all along. Ricky also gets a new love interest, probably.

#however this is probably not gonna happen #bc the writers for some reason just hate ej so much #it would be a crime if they made him happy #portwell #hsmtmts #ask kitty #anti rina #i don't think i'm saying bad things about rina #but just in case anyone decides i said something offensive lol

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since ye like naran as much as me, do u have any headcanons to share? or thoughts >:3 just if u wanna ofc

think i do have some stuff bolt! pretty sure i won't bring anything new to the table tho

So:

they're a bi4bi couple to me, both with varying levels of preference for men

& they're very much dating.

it's kinda funny? how they started dating like fr tho:

so the one who started the whole thing was arn.

dude just kinda noticed this sassy dud one day. just training. he.. didn't think much of him tho the first time (bcs demiromantic aran is v real in my mind)

he decided to approach him one day tho. just for the fuck of it & stuff yk? and that, man- that. that kinda changed everything.

i like to think that, at first, when they were only getting to know each other, narcis actually hated aran. he thought (he thought he wasn't the only one to think that btw) the older dude was inferior to him bcs. reasons (both familial and historical (if u know what i mean :/))

his smell was something else asw: dude reeked of sweat & booze (who knew these would be just the things that'd turn him on later tho <- WHO SAID THAT)

dude was a little hella posh 18-19 yo chap tho, what else would you expect yk

so dude was constantly avoiding aran, poor dude had to literally run after the younger fella for days. combine that with constant? returns home (since i imagine aran being a v homely man).. yeah, you get hella fun months (/gen btw)

until one day, after seeing the younger man yet again (& some stuff that followed).. aran just went forward and pinned him to a wall & told him everything. straight-up. that he actually may be a fun dude to be around and that he actually wants to do exactly that n stuff like that

narcis was shocked (& kinda flattered): not bcs of the whole situation he currently found himself in, but because of what aran told him

and that's where, a few weeks later (narcis had to kinda digest what aran told him yk?).. the entire story officially started methinks

so that's where they've started spending way more time together, doing rly dumb shit at times: like remember that 1 or 2yo drawing smb did of aran (wearing a KILN!! the look ever for aran btw) & narcis just rolling around in skates, drawing graffitis? that's exactly the kind of shit they'd do on like saturdays or smth

(if smb has the link to the post with the drawing btw, feel free to leave it in the comments- that drawing's the best, i still think about it occasionally, would love to rb it)

also. THIS. u r so real for this bolt.

i also just had this dumb idea of arn trying to teach narcis how to dance an irish jig, but all narcis is doing is failinG. so there's THAT LMAOOO

here's another adorable thing tho: they eventually start sharing some clothes (like tees, aprons??),

& narcis would eventually start to genuinely like what ireland's culture got in store bcs of aran, just like aran would start to genuinely like what britain's got in store:

like rly. take a moment and imagine narcis in a bit oversized aran sweater for example. ADORABLE STUFF.

Or Narcis listening to some Dropkick Murphys or smtn & Aran listening to some brit-pop, like Blur & Oasis (yep, i think Narcis likes these two bands, esp Blur & i will die on this hill)

& there ya go. i prob forgor smth since these are some hcs off the top of ma head :*

#yeah its a fucking mess what did you expect.#hope ya enjoy whatever this is nonetheless #que #b #hcs #naran

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Fainting | D.W.

Summary: In which you aren’t feeling well and faint during one of his concerts. Danny x reader.

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Your eyes fluttered open and you became aware of strong arms around you, preventing you from slipping out of the narrow tour bus bed. You slowly untangled yourself from Danny and made the short trek to the bathroom. With each step your body felt heavier and when you made it to the bathroom sink, you gripped the edge until your knuckles turned white.

You felt awful. Your body ached and your thin t-shirt felt prickly on your skin as a result of your body’s high temperature. As you regained your composure at the countertop’s expense, you felt Danny creep up behind you and wrap his arms around your torso.

“Good morning,” he mumbled groggily, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hey,” you managed to choke out, failing miserably at masking the fact that you felt terrible. Danny’s composure quickly switched to one of concern in response to your tone.

“Whoa, are you alright?” He questioned, tightening his grip on your waist. You allowed yourself to relax into his touch, slightly swaying into him. He gripped you tighter in response.

“I’m alright, I just don’t feel all too well this morning.” You answered, turning your body so you were facing him.

Now facing him, Danny noticed the bags under your eyes and the rosy color on your cheeks. It was obvious you had caught something, likely from the exhaustion of being on tour with the boys. Danny felt guilty, as if it was his fault that you had gotten sick. He wordlessly guided you back to the bed and tucked you in. You could hear the rest of the boys starting to get ready to start the day.

“I’ve got to go to rehearsal and sound check. Why don’t you rest until we get back?” He mused, pushing some hair behind your ear. He chose not to make a remark about how hot your face was to the touch.

“Okay,” you spoke softly. “I don’t want to miss the concert tonight.”

“I know,” he smiled. “That’s why I need you to rest up!”

“If you need anything at all, and I mean anything, please call me.” He gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead before closing the curtains, in order to let you sleep. As soon as he did so, your eyes drifted closed and you fell into a deep slumber.

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You woke to the sound of loud talking outside of the tour bus. You groggily reached for your phone and, seeing that it was nearly 5 pm, you slipped out of the bed as quick as your sick self could. You knew that if Danny saw that you had slept for nearly 7 hours straight that he may rethink letting you see the show that night.

Danny was a great guy, but sometimes he gets overly worried about you. At least, you seem to think it’s over the top. One time you had slipped when cutting some vegetables and nicked your thumb and despite it being the equivalent of a scratch, Danny had tried desperately to get you to go to the hospital to see if you needed stitches.

“There she is!” Josh boasted, clambering into the tour bus.

“How are you feeling?” Danny spoke softly, approaching you and began softly rubbing your arm.

Despite the fact that your body was still heavy with aches and fever, you told him you were fine. “Let’s get ready for tonight!”

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You normally enjoyed sitting in the pit with the rest of the fans, but Danny insisted on having you backstage due to your current state. “Just in case,” he had said. You figured this was the best deal you could get with his high level of concern for you. And as it turned out, it was a good thing you weren’t in the pit.

The beginning of the concert was fine. You were off to the side of the stage singing along to the songs and admiring your boyfriend while he was doing what he loves. Your body was still weighted by your cold, but you didn’t start feeling it until about halfway through.

The boys were halfway through Black Smoke Rising when you began sweating and your vision started to blur. You could feel yourself swaying and could see blackness start to surround your vision, so you attempted to lower yourself to the floor.

From the stage, Danny hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary until he saw slight commotion from offstage. He found himself doing a double take before realizing that the commotion was his precious girlfriend crumpled up on the floor, with a stagehand hovering over her.

Time seemed to move in slow motion for Danny. His drumsticks dropped from his hands as quickly as he took his first step towards you. The sticks fell against a drum and then clattered to the floor, but he was already by your side.

“Move,” Danny barked at the stagehand, who promptly moved aside to let him through to you. He would apologize to the innocent worker later; you were of upmost priority at the moment.

“Y/N,” he choked out, unsure of where to place his hands on your unconscious body. He adjusted you so you were laying on your back.

“Hey, open your eyes,” he cooed, rubbing your cheeks with calloused hands, rough from years of drumming. “Y/N, please open your eyes.”

You found yourself slowly coming to, but the confusion and stress of passing out caught up too quickly with you. You jolted up and barely managed to aim yourself away from Danny before puking on the floor.

“Shit,” Danny mumbled, hurriedly grabbing the nearest trash can for you in case you were going to throw up again. He rubbed your back slowly and you couldn’t see who, but he asked someone for a bottle of water, and it was lifted to your lips only moments later.

Danny tipped the bottle, so a small amount of the cool liquid would enter your extremely dry mouth. “Small sips,” he whispered as you drank.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, shaking your head. “I was fine, and then all of a sudden I wasn’t.” You felt horrible, making Danny flee the stage and disappoint the crowd full of fans.

“Hey,” he sighed. “Don’t be. I’m just glad you’re okay. When I saw you on the ground, I panicked.” His grip on you tightened, and he pulled you against his chest.

“I’m okay now,” you mumbled against him. He rubbed your arms up and down in response.

“You better be. I don’t know what I’d do if you passed out on me again.” He chuckled, kissing your sweaty temple.

Luckily, you did not pass out again. Danny very reluctantly returned to the stage to finish the concert, as there were only a couple songs left to perform. The medics at the venue attended to you, which comforted him while he performed. By the end of the concert you felt much better and you and Danny returned to the tour bus and had a relaxing night of movies and cuddles. Despite you feeling much better, that didn’t stop Danny from gushing over you and making sure you had everything you needed, although you wouldn’t complain.

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My name is Bob, and I am almost certainly a VERY Gay man. My only lingering doubts on this are related to my gender identity, NOT my sexual orientation, and these thoughts stem from the main reason that I managed to delude myself into thinking that I was Bisexual for most of my adult life (I know that some men truly are Bi, it just took me FAR too long to realize that I am not one of those men). I have never enjoyed heterosexual intercourse. Only once in my life have I ever been able to climax that way, and only because I imagined that the woman I was fucking (a bitch who insisted on having sex with me with the lights out) was cheating on an imaginary boyfriend who (in my mind) caught us in the act and, instead of stopping us, told me to keep fucking his woman while he fucked my ass to keep me hard enough to finish inside her (THANKFULLY I had a condom on). It has always bothered me that I could not truly enjoy vaginal intercourse because I have, on multiple occasions, genuinely enjoyed eating pussy. Not because of the taste (I have NEVER liked that), but because I like giving people orgasms. Also because I did my research and I knew what I was doing with the few vaginas that I've gone down on, and I genuinely hoped that my mouth and tongue would never fail to give at least one orgasm to every woman I ever went down on when I was younger (Pussy Free since April 2008!!!).

It is a genuine crime against Humanity (committed by Nature itself) that Evolution made it so the female orgasm is never guaranteed, and I HATE such unfairness (biological or otherwise). On an unconscious level, I believe that this desire to see women ALWAYS get the orgasms that they deserve is what drew me to lesbian porn (which has ALWAYS made me cum MUCH harder than straight porn ever has, and straight porn only really works when I watch clips of videos that either feature blowjobs by women who genuinely enjoy sucking dick or anal sex featuring women who truly LOVE taking it in the ass, and even then these videos only work if I imagine myself as the woman). I know for a fact that I don't want to fuck a pussy ever again, because my little Gay dick is just shy of six inches and it will NEVER be up to the task of giving women the orgasms that they deserve, even if I actually did want to feel a vagina wrapped around my little Gay dick again (which I DON'T). But a part of me will still ALWAYS want to forget my homosexuality and ignore the bad taste of vaginas so I can give women the oral orgasms that they deserve, that FAR too few straight men are willing to put in the work to give to their women properly. If I'm being honest, willingly being able to give to women what too few straight ever care to is probably the only reason I truly enjoyed eating pussy at all. It was work, (something that no sex act should ever feel like), but it still felt oddly fulfilling... until I was expected to fuck the women I went down on and then could never "deliver" for either of us during that "main event." Sigh...

Lesbian porn helps me to rationalize my desire to give women orgasms that will never "agree" with my homosexuality. By imagining myself as a woman pleasing other women, the idea of eating pussy suddenly becomes Gay, and Gay sex stuff is something that I can quite easily get behind. This has also led me to wonder about my gender identity. If imagining myself as a woman pleasing other women gets me off as hard as it does, then maybe I am actually a Transgender woman and not a Gay man. I'm also incredibly turned on by the idea of crossdressing before having Gay male sex, so maybe, if I AM a Trans woman, I wouldn't even be Gay at all. Maybe I was right to call myself Bi all along and I just got my gender identity wrong this whole time. Who honestly knows? I'm keeping my options open on that, but until I know for sure, and as long as my body remains distinctly male, I am 100 percent Gay until I am proven to be Trans. My mouth may not hate pussy as much as one would expect a Gay man's mouth to do so, but my penis certainly does. So, we'll see how things turn out...

#i am gay #my gay(ish) story #until proven trans #pussy free

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Ep 45 Part 1: Wife Gone, Miss Wife

Hey y’all, been a while! I fully blame this last unexpected haitus on Tears of the Kingdom. Also a billion other life things I won’t go into because 👏 I 👏 Want 👏 To 👏 Talk 👏 About 👏 Dead 👏 Wife 👏 !

Like damn, we’re coming back for just...a wild episode. Remember how a few episodes ago we finally united Seto with his long lost wife card? (and I had to check my notes and um...it was actually last episode if you count Kaiba, and only Ep 39 if you count Egyptian Seto. So uh...6 episodes.)

Remember that moment? Anyway, she dies this episode.

Yeah. Like. Damn. That quick huh? Knowing Yugioh’s track record with wifeys we’re pretty lucky she’s been on screen even that long before she went the Valon route and just full on died from one brush of cards with Joey.

Speaking of Joey, we last left the gang fumbling through a series of puzzles to unlock the pharaoh’s name. Bakura, disguised as Tristan, ran head first in there and threw off any semblance of a disguise and y’all, lets see how long it takes the guys to realize this isn’t Tristan.

Inside of this glowing door is a room with absolutely no light in it, which, don’t worry about it. That’s just a thing we do in art when we don’t want to draw a background--blow it out with light.

(Read more under the cut)

MAN I have questions about the support bricks on the wall, but for now we’ll ignore that and look at the even more confounding giant bricks on the ground.

faced with a wall of Egyptian text on this pair of ancient Egyptian sunglasses they drew on the floor, it is lucky that Bakura cursed Tristan’s bean or else they would have never gotten past this room.

They’re zooming right by the fact that their friend is reading ancient Egyptian. A friend who is best known for 1.) Being a student janitor because he failed to become class president, 2.) being head of a “melons” club, and 3.) punching god-strengthed villains in the face when he should know better. A god which definitely didn’t get pissed as hell and immediately possess his bean earlier today.

So he levels with Yugi, using the biggest most simple baby words that Bakura knows, and they still talk right completely round each other.

Hey remember in Season Zero when that effed up thing happened and we all assumed it would never show up in this remake? (and by we I mean me)

It freakin showed up. My audible gasp when this show remembered that Yugi cursed um ALL of his friends. Like and he just straight up told them? Just like this?

Like at the start of this arc he and Pharaoh did have a chat about how Yugi didn’t have friends before he came along, but I thought they were gonna glaze over it! But nah, he just laid it out there that the past few years were all because Yugi got bored between class and wanted a buddy.

The implications of “hey we would not be friends if I didn’t curse your ass” is already pretty deep. But doing it within a brain puzzle that you followed your friend into, despite the fact you could literally die doing this, and realizing...the only reason you’re in this puzzle to begin with is because you were cursed 2-3 years ago...

...this is the Yugioh I never thought would come back. This season, man! This season goes so freakin fast and so freakin hard through things that like...this could be a whole episode in another show.

But, this is Yugioh, so we’re gonna put a pin in that.

Because it’s time to go back to Seto Kaiba’s past life and his nearly dead stranger friend that we have collectively decided is his wife, and by “we” I mean literally everyone on this show but Aknadin.

Aknadin sure doesn’t know what a “wife” is, but he sure as hell knows what it ain’t.

Kissara runs towards Seto in this huge, empty boss arena that I would avoid like the plague in any video game.

And speaking of based, Seto Kaiba shows up. Because this episode wasn’t unhinged enough yet. Seto Kaiba is here to be the greek chorus of his own wife’s death.

He’s noticed. He’s noticed this is weird.

It’s a different storyboarder this season, but this storyboarder is still dropping some great frames. Look at this Seto they gave us, just snooping behind a pillar. New PFP just dropped (that is if anyone was even still using twitter which like, my life has been extremely blessed ever since I left it, we should all leave it together.)

So anyway she farts out a Blue Eyes on turn one, and Seto just kind of seethes from behind a pillar while trying to parse just anything that is going on.

Aknadin decides to shove her (well, her dragon...spirit...thing) into the rock tablet during the card shenanigans that followed. I, at first thought it was with an Orichalcos, and I got very excited about how complicated this season was going to get before I realized it wasn’t lime green.

I do not fully understand the card shenanigans at play here, it was not covered in my education playing through Yugioh Duel Masters (Master Duel) but it doesn’t matter because of the power of...love? or whatever the hell vibes are going on between these two goobers. They, with their vague as hell energy, will stand together against whatever life throws at them.

And by that, I mean literally dying 5 seconds afterwards

Seto Kaiba behind a pillar watched this go down, confused by whether he should feel anything at all by this random series of events between a girl he had half a conversation with, and a guy who looks like him except with guns the size of barrels.

Seto, filled with the pure anger of his wifey’s revenge, also immediately biffed it in solidarity.

Seto still remained behind the pillar, because why interrupt this? I mean yeah he looks like yourself and that girl absolutely died but eh...he’s gonna stay behind the pillar. Maybe if he had a duel disk he’d have thrown a couple cards and done some property damage. but as you can see, there are not helicopters or cranes to do property damage with.

So instead he remains behind the pillar, which they didn’t draw here in this next frame.

And on the back of a horse, in gallops Pharaoh.

I live for these popcorn moments in TV, where we’re like “hey, what if we just threw these characters in a weird blender and see how they reacted?” and this episode is just--everyone ends up in this one random spot and they all collectively are like like “what? The hell is happening?”

And we will see more of that next update.

As usual, here is the link to read these in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

Next post will go up like tomorrow probably, but, may my post after that not take 2 months to make, lmao, I swear guys we are going to finish Season 5!

#YGO #Yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #recap #episode recap #long post #yami muto #seto kaiba #preist seto #?Was that the name?#yugi muto #bakura #Theif King Bakura #Season 5 #Episode 42 #Kissara #BEWD #SHE DEAD

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Sanford x Bartender reader

The room spinning around you

Summary: He was a regular at your bar. Naturally, you became good "friends".

WARNINGS: Alcohol, mentions of corpses and smoking

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It was yet another ordinary night at the bar. Clients rushing in after a good day of murder and destruction. It seems like alcohol is one of the few things nevadeans wanted to leave intact. You couldn't blame them, it was one way to forget about one's shitty life, despite destroying their body in the process.

But there's no time to dwell on thoughts! This is the busy hours! So get to work!

And you did. Serving up all the toxic beverages needed until the already strong smell of booze and cigarettes was just straight up harassing the nostrils of anyone nearby.

But even with the huge charge of work on your shoulders, your mind still found the ability to focus on when a particular client was going to cross the doors of your shop. One you've found yourself chatting with almost everytime he came, which was quite a lot since he was a common customer of yours.

You heard the bars doors open.

There he was. The arsonist himself.

"Hey Sanford, getting the usual tonight?"

"Yep!"

You quickly passed him his glass. He often arrived a bit late, but that wasn't a problem, as it meant you had less customers on your throat and therefore more time for talking.

"Thanks for the drink! Here, that's extra for another." He said while passing you some cash, at which you grinned and leaned over to whisper.

"Is this money yours?"

"Can't be the corpse I took it from's!"

You laughed "Yup, guess that makes sense!"

The rest of the night was like this. You serving glasses of cheap booze to Sanford while laughing and talking about whatever was going on in this shitty state (you were serving your other clients of course).

But the thing is, when someone binge-drinks alcohol no one bothered to check for ethanol levels, they most likely get very drunk or drop dead right there. Thankfully, the mass-murderer in front of you could survive being stabbed like 127 times, so after everyone else left, it was just you and the incoherent babblings of this man in the bar.

"You should-*hic!* You should have seen their face!" Sanford's loud laughter echoed through the room as he told you about yet another dumb ennemy's death. "His aim was worse than Hank's...caba...capatylipy at being a good person!" This was at least the fourth time he said the same thing about that agent's aim and failed to correctly say "capability", but it wasn't a problem.

"They really got that stormtrooper aim huh?"

"*hic!* Hehe yeah!"

There was an akward silence between you yoo before the drunkard rested his head on his hand (he missed, by the way) and spoke up.

"Y'know...You're really nice..." It was probably the alcohol, but it felt like his face got redder.

You smiled with a hum "Thank you, I return the compliment."

"Like...*hic!*The whole rooms blurry and spinny right now but I can still see your prettyness aalll fiiine..!"

...Not taking any risks. He is absolutely wasted after all. "You're drunk Sanford."

Even if you were a rather calm person, you definitely couldn't stop your heart from skipping a beat when he put his hand on yours, resting on the counter. Looking up at his eyes, they looked serious; he wasn't smiling anymore.

"Then ask me when I'm not, I'll tell you I love you the exact same way."

And then he passed out.

...

Well damn. How were you supposed to react to this. Sure, you might secretly have had a small thing for Sanford for a while now. But did you expect him to reciprocate? No, absolutely not. It was unrealistic to think this "heartless monster" could feel any affection at all, let alone romantic. And yet here you were, contemplating your existence and feelings in front of a dead asleep majorly wanted criminal.

After what seemed like an eternity, you finally picked up the phone peeking out his pocket to call one of his friends to pick him up.

...What? It's not like you were going to look at anything else on there! How else were you supposed to bring him home? It's not like you could just keep him here for the night!

Internal monologuing aside, you sent a text to his best friend Deimos explaining Sanford was asleep and all that stuff. You knew Deimos decently well, Sanford very often brings him to the bar. You knew you could trust this man with bringing his best friend home. Not sure about not drawing on his face while he's asleep.

Welp, now all you had to do is wait. Wait right next to the sleeping man who drunkenly said he loved you...

...Probably won't remember it either...

......They often say you admit how you truly feel when you're drunk, right..?

.........It'll just be one...One little kiss to his cheek he will not know anything about as you whisper your words.

"I love you too Sanford."

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Hooolyy shit I procrastinated on this story for so long. But here it is, Sanford finally gets laid.

#madness combat #madcom #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #mc sanford #madcom sanford #madness combat sanford #madcom sanford x reader #sanford x reader #madness combat sanford x reader #MC Sanford x reader

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"HESITATION IS DEFEAT": PERSEVERANCE, DISCIPLINE, AND THE ONE-ARMED WOLF

After almost three years since my initial playthrough of Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice, I finally beat Sword Saint Isshin. It took me that long because I had been uninstalling and re-installing the game many times, often out of frustration.

I first played Sekiro on the second half of 2021. Back then, I was still in law school so I just wanted to have fun with what I thought was a button-masher. Oh, how wrong I was.

I barely got past the first miniboss, General Naomori Kawarada. When I beat him, I jumped out of excitement and exhilaration.

However, I did not know how or why I beat him. I was mashing deflect like a madman, causing my character to flail his sword every which way. It was totally uncharacteristic of the graceful shinobi Wolf was supposed to be.

Unsurprisingly, my inability to learn why I succeeded (or failed) hindered me. I could not get past the Chained Ogre. I was angry. "This is not why I play video games," I told myself, "it's just stressing me out."

I quit playing Sekiro the first time.

I tried Sekiro again after I graduated from law school. This was around early 2023. I just took the Bar Exams and I had been waiting for the results. The discipline I developed throughout the Bar Review season taught me to persevere. I treated the game like a personal challenge.

I also learned how to strategize and to "play the game the way it is meant to be played". This meant abiding by that humorous description of Sekiro: "Sekiro is not an action game, it is a rhythm game with swords." How witty!

So, I practiced timing my deflects properly. I treated each fight like a dance. The opponents swings and I deflect. Then, I listen to that glorious CLANG! that everyone who plays this game knows and loves. Once I hear it, I swing my own sword. CLING! CLANG! CLING! CLANG! Deathblow!

Heavenly.

But there is a final roadblock just before the end. Sword Saint Isshin Ashina, back from the dead upon necromancy of his grandson Genichiro Ashina, killed me more times than I can count.

In fact, I became so disheartened. Was I not playing the game correctly? That can't be. In fact, I can see my improvement! Genichiro was impossible to beat in the beginning, he was a challenge in the middle, and a pushover by the end. I was improving, was I not? Why don't deflects work?!

I quit playing Sekiro for the second time.

After a year, I started playing Sekiro again on March 2024. It was a new save file. Unsurprisingly, everything before Sword Saint Isshin was a breeze. It was objective proof that I was improving.

But when I reached him, I was still at a loss. What was I doing wrong?

Then, I took to heart what he said every time he killed me, his ubiquitous boss dialogue: "Hesitation is defeat". This is not him mocking me, this is him genuinely trying to give me advice. "Remember Sekiro," he says, "hesitate and you lose."

So, I changed my ways. I stopped being a passive partner in this magnificent sword dance. I became aggressive, I chased him, I did not allow him any chance to breathe. He swings, I deflect. He prepares a big wind-up attack, I dodge. He thrusts, I Mikiri. But after each move, I swing back.

I made it a point to be the attacker and to stay as the attacker. Hell, when he hit me, I didn't heal. I just told myself, "Fuck it. He's not gonna hit me again. I can deflect the next ones. Retaining this offensive momentum is worth the risk."

Then, everything clicked.

See, the best thing about Sekiro is how much faith it has in the gamer's indomitable will. You had to beat the game straight up. No, you cannot summon other players or spirits to fight for you. No, you cannot find an exploitable grinding spot to level your character up. No, there is no easy cheese. You just had to "git gud".

And "git gud" I did.

A year ago, landing a hit against Phase 1 Isshin was a miracle. Some days ago, I got Phase 1 Isshin to almost broken posture. Yesterday, I killed Phase 1 Isshin the first time. This morning, I beat Phase 1 Isshin effortlessly. This afternoon, I reached Phase 3 for the first time after spending an entire day learning how to beat his dreaded Phase 2.

In a sense, the strategy to beat his Phase 3 is almost metaphorical. Jumping to meet the lightning and throwing it back at him is symbolic of how you should meet his aggression head-on.

When I beat him, I did not jump for joy in the same way I did when I beat General Naomori Kawarada. Instead, I just whispered, "Fuck. I did it," to myself.

I trusted the process and applied the learnings. Beating him was inevitable. I was not surprised when I did.

That's the way life works too, isn't it? One has to stand up straight and meet life head on. One has to take action.

Thank you, Kensei, for teaching me not to hesitate.

#gaming #sekiro

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When You Support Him During Comeback ~ Got7 Reaction

Mark:

The smile on Mark’s face turned up as soon as he saw you walking towards him. “You never said you were coming to visit,” he laughed, with you timing your stop off at the set for the music video shoot when you knew that Mark wouldn’t be busy.

“I was intrigued,” you laughed, “I thought I’d come and have a nosy at what’s going on with you.”

“Let me show you around,” Mark told you, offering his hand out for you to take a hold of. “The boys will be excited to see you too,” Mark added, walking you straight towards the direction where the set was.

Your eyes were as wide as ever as you looked at the size of the production for the music video shoot. It never failed to surprise you how grand everything was and how much effort everyone put into it as well.

“This is insane,” you whispered as you took it all in, “I know you said that it was good, but this is something else Mark.”

“It’s looking nice, don’t you think?” He smiled.

Your head nodded in agreement with him straight away, “look at how far you’ve come, I remember the early days and those sets.”

“We had some howlers back then, I agree.”

Jay B:

The noise in the studio took you by surprise as you walked in, feeling all eyes on you as soon as you did. “What are you doing here?” Jaebeom asked you as you held out the bags that were in your hands for the boys to take from you.

“I thought you guys could do with some food,” you smiled, “keep your energy levels nice and high.”

“You’re the best,” Jaebeom told you as his arm moved around your waist whilst the boys all dug into the food that you had brought. “You have no idea how much we needed this; we’re all running on empty.”

With a gap in your schedule, there was only one place that you wanted to go. You’d heard plenty from Jaebeom about how hard they were working, and being so caring, you knew you had to help them out.

“You need to eat too,” you told Jaebeom, trying to usher him towards the bags of food, only for him to stay still beside you.

“I can get something in a minute,” he told you.

Your eyebrows knitted together as Jaebeom squeezed around your frame. “You know they’ll eat everything if you don’t go.”

“I’ll make sure they save some, don’t worry.”

Jackson:

A chuckle came from Jackson as he walked into his apartment at the end of his day, only to see a figure sat on his sofa. “Y/N?” Jackson questioned, scratching over his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming what he was sure was in front of him.

“Hi,” you laughed as you looked back across at him, “you didn’t think I’d miss comeback, did you?”

“You told me that you were busy back at home with work.” The laughter that came from Jackson got louder and louder as he made his way over to the sofa, dropping down, before wrapping his arms around you.

You had told Jackson that you had meetings scheduled all through the comeback period so you wouldn’t be able to fly and support him. Little did he know though that all of that was the start of your surprise.

“How’s everything going? Are you excited?” You asked Jackson as he held on tightly to you, “I want to hear everything.”

“It’s been great, like we didn’t leave,” he smiled.

Your head nodded as you listened intently to everything that Jackson had to say. “Do I get a little spoiler as to what’s going on?”

“No way, you have to wait like everyone else.”

Jinyoung:

Your smile was wide as Jinyoung finally made his way downstairs, surprised by the table set in the dining room. “What’s going on?” He asked in surprise, watching as you moved several plates across onto the table for the two of you to eat from.

“Breakfast,” you simply smiled at Jinyoung, “I mean it’s the most important meal of the day, right?”

“This looks incredible,” Jinyoung smirked as he took a seat, loading his plate up straight away as he began to fill his body up ready for yet another busy day. “Thank you so much for doing this, it’s great Y/N.”

Your head nodded as you sat down to the table with Jinyoung, taking a few bits. You wanted him to eat most of it, knowing that Jinyoung needed plenty of energy to be able to keep himself going for the whole day.

“Take as much as you need,” you told Jinyoung, “if you haven’t got anything for lunch then some of this will save.”

“It can save for you, you need food too,” he replied.

Your head shook as you pushed the plates towards Jinyoung, “I’m not working anywhere near as hard as you are, it’s alright.”

“We can share, then we’re both well fed.”

Youngjae:

You knocked on the dressing room door before peering in, eyes landing on Youngjae straight away. “H-hi,” he stuttered, surprised to see you as the boys made their final preparations to their outfits and routine before filming for Music Bank.

“You look so good,” you complimented as Youngjae’s arms wrapped around your frame tightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Youngjae laughed as he pulled you into his chest. “I’m so glad you’re here, thank you for coming,” he added, comforted knowing that you were there to support him.

There was no doubt in your mind that you were going to be there for him. Having seen how hard all of the boys had worked for the comeback you were desperate to be there to get to see the final product.

“I thought you could do with a familiar face,” you told him, “it’s been a little while since you had to do any of this.”

“It feels like we never went away,” he admitted.

Your head nodded as Youngjae’s smile grew, “that’s just what you wanted, I bet it’s relaxing, feels a bit like home for you too?”

“Being here always feels like home.”

BamBam:

The smile on his face turned up as soon as BamBam walked through the front door, heading straight for the kitchen. “What’s this?” He quizzed, glancing in and seeing you moving around the kitchen hastily as you tried to keep everything under control.

“You’re home early,” you panicked, with plenty still to do as you tried to get your dinner sorted.

“Everyone was tired, we knew that we couldn’t do anymore,” BamBam told you as he took a seat at the table. “You didn’t have to make dinner,” he added, watching you closely as you began to set the table.

Most evenings you had seen BamBam eating takeout as he struggled to balance his diet with his busy work schedules. With some time on your hands, you decided to make that one easier part of his life.

“I just wanted to help,” you weakly smiled across at him, “although I’m not promising that it will be delicious.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” he tried his best to encourage.

Your smile widened as BamBam filled you with confidence, “it’s healthy and nutritious, perfect for recovery after a busy day of dancing.”

“It sounds like the perfect meal to me.”

Yugyeom:

Your eyes were firm in Yugyeom’s direction as he sat down beside you, his leg bouncing up and down, failing to pay attention to the television in front of him. “I’m so nervous about tomorrow,” he finally whispered across to you, feeling your eyes on him.

“Worried about performing?” You enquired, resting your hand against the top of Yugyeom’s leg.

“There’s so much pressure, so many people that we need to impress,” he began to tell you, the nerves clear in his voice. “We know that we’ve done well, but do all the fans watching think the same too?”

For some time you had picked up on how anxious Yugyeom seemed, knowing that he felt the pressure. He’d tried his best to bottle it up, but with comeback now right around the corner, it was getting tougher.

“You’ll be amazing,” you whispered across to him, “and I know that every single one of your fans will think the same too.”

“What if we let them down Y/N?” He nervously asked you.

Your head immediately shook in reply to him, “I’ve seen the rehearsals, the stages, there’s no way that you’re letting anyone down tomorrow.”

“Thank you, I really needed to hear that.”

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