#idk man i might edit these tags later

[cambria-writes]

honestly to god the amount of shame and embarrassment i am feeling right now is unparalleled. i’m raging. i want the ground to split open and swallow me up. i’m a god damn mess lmao.

anyways here’s the actual chapter twelve!! I’m having to edit a bunch of shit because of my fuck up so I’ll probably post chapter fourteen tomorrow.

aaaaa fuck me

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader rating: M, each chapter rated invidually warings: criminal activity, swearing, reader’s probably becoming a mary-sue but who cares, reader is afab but no descriptors used, the calm before the storm, mention of suicide attempt, reader’s kind of manic actually word count: 4,458

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“Y’know that’s actually kinda hot,” you cough, parroting what you’d been told when you had pulled out your set of lock picks.

Robin steps in before Eddie can say anything, and there’s a quick back and forth before Steve eventually replaces him in the driver’s seat, once the thing has been successfully hotwired. You let them figure out the rest on their own while you make your way to the back of the RV to sit on the bed.

‘Stuck in the back of a speeding trailer with the awning still attached after your childhood best friend hotwired it just like his male genetic donor used to’ wasn’t exactly how you would’ve imagined the latter half of your spring break to go. Then again, you hadn’t entirely anticipated dimension hopping, either, or having to deal with what might potentially be the end of the world. 

Nancy had briefly caught you up to speed before the lot of you left to hijack someone’s home—and you’re desperately trying not to think about that for too long—and the entire thing left a sour taste in the back of your throat. Not just the world-endy bullshit, but the fact that Vecna slash Henry slash One had access to something you weren’t sure you could do.

Fucking divination. 

You’re digging your nails into the palms of your hands when Steve peels out of Forest Hills at a speed the RV you’re all crammed in would consider breakneck. There’s so much you haven’t tried, actually. And the more you think about it, the more you think that maybe you should’ve taken the asshol up on his offer. Maybe you should’ve let the stupid lich king teach you. 

Beyond the regret, though, as little as it may be, there’s a lot of contemplation. Dustin, Lucas and Eddie are chatting away, concocting some harebrained scheme probably, and with Robin and Nancy up front with Steve, you’ve got some peace of mind to think. Because thankfully, unlike her brother, apparently, Erica Sinclair is capable of recognizing when someone shouldn’t be bothered.

The idea of a phylactery had occurred to you, originally, when Eddie first brought up the concept of a lich. That even if you tried to kill him, it would just be a matter of time before he came back. What would the phylactery be, though? What could he have attached himself to so wholly and completely that he’d be willing to risk using it as a respawn point? 

When you look up from where you’re sat cross-legged on the bed in the back, you open your mouth to call for Nancy. You barely mutter the first consonant of her name when you notice that she and Steve seem to be… discussing, pretty intently. 

“H-hey, Robin?” 

“Huh? Yeah?” Robin answers quickly, turning around and shuffling her way to you, quickly whispering apologies to the kids for getting between them. “What’s up?” She asks, letting herself fall heavily next to you. 

“You went to Victor Creel’s house with the others, yeah?” 

“Creepy abandoned mansion, yeah,” she confirms, nervously drumming her fingers against her thighs. “What about it?” 

“Was there anything like…weird about that place? Anything that stood out?”

Robin frowns and hums for a second, turning to look down at her feet. “Something that stood out, huh…” There’s another moment of pause before she slaps her thigh and points at you. “We found the clock! The one you keep hearing, it was right there in the main hallway.” 

“Okay yeah, that does stand out.” But not exactly the kind of thing someone would bind their soul to, you figure. Way too obvious and easily spotted. “Anything else? Something maybe hidden? Like, a lot better?” 

Robin chuckles but nods, letting her head fall back and crossing her arms as she thinks. 

“We kind of split up, so it’s hard to tell but I heard Steve screaming like a girl. Something about spiders?” 

“It was a god damn black widow!” Steve shouts from the front seat, and you can’t help but stifle your laughter. 

“A black widow, alright. Where was it, do you know?” 

“Yeah, it was on the second floor. In the bathroom, I think? It was like, hidden under a vent in the floor ro something.” You frown and open your mouth to ask another question, but Robin excitedly flaps her hands. “Oh, oh! And there was this freaky shrine in the attic with a bunch of jars with spiders in them too!” 

“Oh wooow,” you say, putting as much nasally sarcasm into it as you can. “Love that. Spiders. Awesome. Anything else?”

“I don’t think so, place was pretty run down. I mean no one’s lived there since the Creels were murdered and I don’t think ‘home to a demonic serial killer who pops your eyes from the inside out’ sells too well.”

“Yeah, probably not,” you mutter, bringing your thumb up to chew at the nail. 

Something related to spiders would be way too obvious as a phylactery, right? Anyone with any kind of knowledge about Henry would be able to guess something like that. And though the grandfather clock does feel like a decently significant item, too, that’s beyond obvious. No way that someone like Vecna would use that as a phylactery, either. It’s too flammable, anyways. 

You squeak in surprise when Eddy drops himself on the bed on your other side. Robin quickly excuses herself to move back up front with Steve. You’re about to pull her back and tell her to give him room, but when you glance ahead it seems like whatever discussion he was having with Nancy is over. 

“What was all that about spiders?” Eddie asks, letting himself fall back on the bed with his hands behind his head. “I thought you hated spiders.”

“Ugh, god do I ever,” you groan, letting yourself fall back onto the mattress as well. “I’m just trying to figure out like. If I was a lich that ended up in a parallel dimension, right? What would I choose as the one thing to bind my soul to and make sure I can respawn?”

“You’d probably have better luck asking Wheeler,” he replies, end of his sentence fading into a yawn. “She’s the one he gave his weird psychic visions to.” 

“And you’re assuming he has a phylactery to begin with.” Dustin has his has steepled in front of him on the small table, leaning out just a bit to be able to look at you. You left yourself up on your elbows to look back at him and frown. 

“There’s no way he’d be able to survive in that place for as many years as he has without dying,” you state, closing your eyes for a second to try and recall the small fragments of conversation you were able to catch when you were In Between with Eleven. “He took control of that thing, right? The thing you call the mind flayer? What if that’s what turned him into whatever the hell he is now?” 

“That doesn’t really matter,” Lucas pipes up, turning around in his seat and throwing his arm up against the back of the bench-like seat to look at you. “If we cut him off from the mind flayer, he won’t be able to do anything, right?”

“Yeah, and then all hell breaks loose, genius,” Erica scoffs, and you can tell without looking at her that her eyes are rolling. “If Vecna’s the only one keeping the monsters in check, we’re screwed if they all decide to do whatever they want.” 

You groan and let yourself fall back onto the bed Eddie pulls a hand from behind his heat to pat yours. 

“We’ll figure something out,” he says quietly, while the others continue discussing what to do about both Henry and the Mind Flayer. “You should probably take a nap while you can.” 

“I just got up from a nap like two hours ago!” you whine, kicking your feet. “I feel like all I’ve been doing is sleeping. I need to think while I’m awake. Shit gets weird when I’m asleep.”

There’s a beat of silence before Eddie turns his head to look at you with a brow raised.

“How weird are we talkin’ about?”

You groan again. “Being sucked into a weird not-dimension by someone else levels of weird.” When you turn your head to look at Eddie, you almost flinch at how close your faces are. You keep your eyes on his nose; nice, safe, doesn’t give any kind of weird impression. Right? Right. 

“That’s how you talked to their friend? Eleven?” he asks, quietly, and the breathiness of his voice makes you swallow thickly. You nod twice and clear your throat, turning your head back to look up at the ceiling of the RV.

“Y-yeah. Um, yeah she, uh, she said it was In Between. Whatever that means.” 

“Sounds more like dreamwalking to me.”

“You’re not wrong. Would be nice to know who was doing the walking though. Me or her?” 

Eddie shrugs, and somehow, without your realizing, he’s wormed an arm under your head and pulls you in. He’s extremely nonchalant about it, which you wish you could be. You try to lift yourself up on your elbows again, but he makes sure you can move, and in fact holds your head fast against his shoulder. 

“Sleep,” he said, an edge in his voice even though it’s nearly a whisper. “We’re going out of down to buy guns and traps. You need your rest.” 

With the rumbling of the RV, the constant bump and jostle of it, and the presence of someone warm next to you, you find that your eyes are starting to feel a bit dry and heavy. 

“Fuck you,” you grumble, but close your eyes and clasp your hands over your stomach anyways. 

“Sucks to sucks,” Eddie chuckles, and the last thing you register before falling into a light slumber is the feeling of fingers raking through your hair. 

You wake up to the sound of the RV door slamming open and Eddie jumping out of his skin next to you. Nothing much happened—Erica making a quip to her brother, Steve shouting, everyone on edge and holding on to the nearest stationary object while Steve puts the RV in drive and bolts out of… 

“Wha—where are we? What hap-happened?” you mutter, sitting up on the bed, noticing that you’d been scooted up to lie down on it proper rather than just half-laid at the foot of it. “Did you move me while I was asleep?”

“We saw Hawkins’ star basketball team,” Robin says quickly, moving past you on the bed and kneeling by the window to peek out. “They didn’t seem super stoked to see us and honestly seeing a bunch of white boy jocks out for blood in a military surplus store doesn’t give me good vibes.” 

“Military surplus?” You ask, sleep still fogging your brain as you rub at your eyes. “That’s where we are—were?” 

“Yeah, Dustin and I stayed in here while they shopped around,” Eddie explains shortly, and there’s a tightness in his voice you don’t like. He’s sat with his back against the wall, Robin fit snugly between the two of you before she climbs back off the bed. “Did you grab anything good?”

“Oh,” Robin starts, turning around to face you two with a grin that feels just a little bit unhinged. “We grabbed something good. Nancy found a shotgun and, get this.” She leans in, and if you weren’t in a literal ride-or-die situation with this girl, you’d be a little worried about the teeth showing in her grin. “She’s gonna saw the thing off herself. Nancy Wheeler, illegally modifying a firearm. Amazing.”

“Amazing,” you mutter back, scooting yourself up on the bed to put your back against the wall, and leaning over to let your head fall on Eddie’s shoulder. “You were right. I needed a nap. I think I need a few more naps, actually.” 

“You can probably keep napping until we get there,” he says quietly. And again, there’s a warm arm around your shoulders that keeps you fixed to his side. You don’t even notice when your eyes drift shut again. 

“Where… when we get where?” 

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just sleep.” 

Sweetheart? That’s a new one. You wish you could analyze the speed of your thrumming heart and the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, but again, you’re unconscious before you can make too much of it.

You’re sitting on the steps to the RV while Robin and Steve prepare, of all things, molotov cocktails. Dustin and Eddie are off in the field to your left hammering nails into trashcan lids, and though you’re exceptionally doubtful of their efficiency—”Aren’t the nails just gonna pop right out the second something hits them? What’s gonna keep them from just popping out?”—they seem pretty content doing that. Max is holding onto the previously mentioned shotgun while Nancy is, indeed, sawing off the barrel as short as is probably safe to do.

You’re not doing anything at all. Rest, they said, you burnt yourself out for hours teleporting both yourself and Nancy out of the Upside Down, they insisted. Not that there’s much for you to do. Even looking off to your right at the Sinclairs, and to what even you can tell is a shit wrapping job from Lucas, you wonder what you place is here, right now. 

You take a particularly long drag from the one cigarette you were able to convince Robin to let you have. You’d agreed, if only verbally, not to get involved with any of the fighting. And that had been after you’d tried to argue with both Eddie and Dustin that acting as a decoy was a stupid idea. Stupid, dangerous, reckless, pick a descriptor. 

Roughhousing catches your eye, and you hear Dustin shriek about wedgies. You take another drag and hop off the steps. 

“Where’re you going?” Steve pipes up, making Robin turn around almost owlishly to be able to see you. 

“Something on my mind,” you say vaguely, waving Eddie down when he eventually looks at you. “DnD nerd shit I gotta run by him.”

“Ugh, have fun,” Steve says with a shudder, turning his focus back on the bottles in front of him and waving at Robin to pay attention. 

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Ed,” you say, once you’ve got him to follow you to the other side of the trailer. You keep walking a bit, though it’s more of a nervous pacing. “There’s no way this is going to be an ambush.” 

“You’re thinking about it too much man,” Eddie replies easily, hands in his pockets and slightly out of breath. “It’ll be fine.There’s no way he’ll see us coming.” 

“That’s the thing,” you say, a bit too loudly, rounding on him. You look around quickly before walking up to him and leaning over, clearing your throat and quieting your voice. “Did they tell you what happened with the mind flayer before? Two year ago?” 

Eddie frowns and shakes his head. “They mentioned something about one of their friends being like, possessed or something, but they didn’t really… explain anything.”

“Right, Will was possessed,” you reiterate, grabbing at Eddie’s upper arm. “By the mind flayer. Whatever Will could see and whatever Will knew, the mind flayer knew, too. That’s how—” You cut yourself off before you can mention Billy. Not my story to tell, you think bitterly. “That’s how all of them almost got caught. Will was leading the demodogs right to them. If El hadn’t come back in time they would’ve been screwed.” 

Eddie doesn’t speak, looks off in the distance. Slowly, he reached up to grab the hand at his upper arm to pry it off, but doesn’t let it go. 

“What are you trying to say?” 

“Max is cursed, Ed,” you whisper, balling your hand into a fist in his. “She’s cursed, and just last night he took a joy ride in Nancy’s head. I’m pretty sure he’s well out of mine, but can we really be sure that there isn’t some kind of—a fragment of him, in either of them?” 

You can see Eddie twisting his tongue in his mouth, clenching his jaw. It’s a possibility that makes for a very grim reality; one where nothing you do matters because there isn’t a way for you to keep anything secret. There’s no way anyone is going to want to exclude Nancy from what’s going on. Nancy wouldn’t want to be excluded, if the ferocious expression she had earlier was anything to go by. 

And Max…

When Eddie turns back to look at you, there’s something a little wild in his eyes. Different from last time. He looks… not feral, like this, with his hair all out of sorts and his knuckles bloodied and bruised. No, he just looks dangerous. You bite the inside of your cheek when you realize that maybe this is what everyone in Hawkins was seeing all along. Ridiculous to be scared of this Eddie; everything about him right now is about protecting people. 

Not an ounce of malice. 

“You got a backup plan then?” 

You take a deep breath and shake your head. “I haven’t been able to come up with something that makes sense, yet, no.” 

Eddie lets out a breath that’s almost a sigh and finally lets go of your hand. He lets himself fall down onto the grass to sit, cross legged, and gestures at the ground next to him for you to follow. You sit directly in front of him, hands on your knees, drumming your fingers on them. 

“What do we have so far?” Eddie asks. 

“We’re working under the assumption that Henry’s a lich,” you start, looking down at your hands to count on your fingers. “We know he’s a psychic kid, like Eleven. Nancy mentioned that he said something about keeping everyone he kills up in his head. Is power absorption even a thing?” 

“In ADnD? Sure,” Eddie answers, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the clouds. “There’s ways to take someone else’s abilities, so I guess it’s not impossible for him to have yanked the other kids’ abilities from them.”

You stay quiet for a moment. Max had also mentioned that Henry’s, his… whatever weird mind palace he has going on had the bodies of the three teens he’d killed all strung up. You can’t help but wonder if maybe the other people he’s killed are somewhere in that psychic sanctuary, too. You shake the thought out of your head and continue. 

“Right, okay. So he’s yanked abilities from kids before. He’s psychic, and somehow being shoved into the Upside Down turned him into a lich.”

“Or being in there long enough turned him into one.”

“Shit,” you mutter, bringing a hand to your mouth and frowning. “No, you’re right. Steve was choking on something when we got to your trailer in the Upside Down and I remember dreaming about them being in the tunnels. And Will…” You growl and wave your hand in front of you. “Doesn’t matter, point is that he’s acting like a lich so we should probably treat him like one. I’m still worried about the phylactery.” 

“When you were with Nancy, in there,” Eddie starts slowly, and he has the impression of someone who’s trying to describe a picture while he’s still putting the puzzle together. “When Vecna got in her head, you like, froze when you touched her. Did you, y’know?” He motions vaguely at his eyes and you snap your fingers at him. 

“Yeah, yeah! I did! I saw some of that!” you exclaim, slapping your knee excitedly. “Okay, okay wait. So I saw the house, and saw the spiders. Fucking hate the spiders,” you mutter under your breath, screwing your eyes shut and trying to recall more. “There’s… this weird shrine in the attic, for the spiders. There’s something—I know there’s something else there besides the jars but I can’t—it’s too, I don’t know. It was too out of focus, I can’t remember what it was.” 

You let the end of your sentence trail off and start tracing patterns in the grass. “If he has a phylactery, and I’m pretty sure he does because everything else is Dungeons and Dragons related, I’m pretty sure it’s got something to do with that shrine.” 

Eddie nods and frowns. “He goes up there when he hunts people, right? It would make sense if he kept it close to him there.”

“But here,” you say, putting your hand out in front of you and pointing at the back of your hand. “Or there?” You flip your hand over and point at the palm. 

Eddie looks enthralled until something seems to click in his brain. He leans back from where he had, at some point, gotten very invested in the conversation and leaned into you. You lean back, in turn, frowning at him. He shakes a pointed finger at you at squints. 

“You’re going somewhere with this and I don’t like it.”

“Yeah well I don’t like the idea of you attracting a swarm of bats with fucking Metallica but here we are, aren’t we.” You slap his hand away and lean back in. “Look, if you can find a way to get me that disgusting ‘double the caffeine’ soda, like as many as you can.” 

“I’m pretty sure dying of a caffeine-induced heart attack is the opposite of helpful, y’know.” 

You can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes you. “No! God, no, look. Doing the plane shifting shit is draining, right?” He nods. “Right. So I just figure—”

“No, nuh uh, that’s a shit idea,” Eddie cuts you off, crossing his arms. “There’s a reason you pass out when you do it too much. Your body can’t handle it.” 

“When I’m starved, sleep deprived and freaked out of my mind, sure!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up. You clear your throat before lowering your voice again. “Look, it’s a—not a theory, fuck, uh. It’s a hypothesis, okay? We don’t have time to test it, I just have to trust that it’s gonna work.” 

“And what exactly is your backup plan?” 

“While you’re distracting the bats with Dustin and not getting yourselves killed,” you start, placing your hands back on your knees. “And while the other bozos are busy trying to blast Vecna back to whatever hellscape he crawled out of, I go looking for the spider shrine here and torch it.” You pause, and hold your hand up when Eddie opens his mouth to speak. “And if it’s not here, I’ll just plane shift and get it in the Upside Down.” 

“M’hm, cool, there’s a problem with that though,” Eddie says, and flaps his hands at you to quiet down before he continues. “No, shush. Vecna’s gonna be in that attic when you go there. And then there’s Max.”

‘Let’s use me as bait’ Max. ‘It won’t matter if it goes wrong if it’s me’ Max. You swear under your breath and bite down on your lip. Vecna being in the same room you don’t really care about; provided that Sanctuary actually worked, there’s not much he can do to you. 

Once he’s in Max’s head though, you can’t control that.

“Not on my own,” you whisper, and when Eddie asks you to repeat yourself, you feel your face splitting with a grin. “I can’t do it on my own, I mean—look, no one’s gonna be able to convince Max not to be the bait. She’s cursed, that’s how it is, and we don’t know whether or not Vecna’s looking through her head. But once he’s in there,” you pause, standing up and starting to pace. “Once he’s hunting her, she said something about hiding in her own head, right? Like, in a happy memory or something. I’m gonna be honest with you, I don’t think that’s going to work.” 

“And you have the face of someone who somehow managed to come up with an even worse idea,” Eddie says, slowly pushing himself to stand up on his feet. 

“Right, okay, first of all, fuck you,” you spit, crossing your arms as you pace. “Okay, so scrap the idea of looking for the phylactery. For now. Eleven knows what’s going on, and I already ended up in that weird In Between place with her, right? So once Vecna starts hunting her I can just—”

Both you and your thoughts are interrupted when Eddie stalks over and grabs you by the shoulders. 

“Hey, stop for a second,” he says, quietly, to a point where it’s got you a bit concerned. “Look, I get—I don’t understand what it’s been like for you for the past three years, okay? But you have to stop for a second.” One hand goes to grab one of your wrists to pull your hand up into view. You frown at Eddie and look at your hand when he nods at it. 

You’re shaking like a leaf. 

“You’re trying to throw yourself at way too many problems.”

“I can’t do nothing—”

“And I’m not telling you to do nothing,” Eddie says, letting your hand fall in favour of cupping your jaw with both hands. “I’m telling you to use that giant brain of yours wisely. You don’t need to go looking for soulbound artifacts or fighting psychic wars,” he continues, a thumb coming up to rub at your cheek.

“What else am I supposed to do, Ed?” You whisper, bringing your hands up to grab at his forearms. His hands don’t move. “I-I’ve been having these nightmares for years, and all of a sudden I can—I can do all these things, and I just, I have to do something.” 

“And you can,” Eddie reassures you, and when he rests his forehead against yours, you can just barely feel his breath fanning over your cheeks. “Just, just stick with m—us, just stick with us.”

“And what, bail you out?” you huff, and Eddie snorts. 

“Yeah, yeah just be our getaway driver. Best one out there. You ever heard of a getaway driver that can dimension hop?”

You laugh quietly and shake your head. You don’t risk opening your eyes yet. 

“Yeah, no, not so much.” You breathe, clear your throat and lean your head back away from Eddie, “Okay. Yeah, I’ll stay with you and Dustin. Second anything goes south I’m getting us all out of there.” 

“Sounds good to me.” You get a finger pat on the cheek before you put a finger up. 

“I’m still gonna need that gross soda if I’m gonna survive shifting like, three people though.”

@storiesbyrhi @anothermunsonsimp @doratheignora @alovesongshewrote @averagestudent03

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie munson fanfiction #idk man i might edit these tags later #I feel so damn dumb #ravenloft

[sammygrimoire]

An infamous streamer, Ghost_king(too obvious, i know), known due to hero forum/analysis channel gets popular after multiple thirst edits of a really well built man doing, mostly, somewhat, off cam interactions with him, or just walking across in the background and promptly get even more popular when an edited clip of a live stream video was uploaded about the chat asking about it.

Ghost_king:(with half his face mostly obscured as usual, but still manages to come off animated and very expressive) that was my... uh, boyfriend?? Actually...wait, no, um, I'm engaged? So, technically he's my fiancés..?

The whole chat blows up; congratulating him being engaged and spamming about why he sounded confused/hesitant.

Ghost_king, casually answers: oh, it's cause he didn't really have a choice

Video cuts off just as the chat starts spamming multiple asks, popping one after the other. Ghost_king's face blanking out before a look of horror dawns and as he lunges toward the camera.

Ghost_king: wait, no-

Multiple theories and reddit forms got uploaded left and right; ranging from the streamer, Ghost_king, was blackmailing his boyfriend/fiancée in being a relationship with him, Ghost_king being a heir to a mafia and (considering how overly well built the other guy is) was actually his personal bodyguard before the engagement but then was forced to be wed after Ghost_king fell in love and demanded it.

Theories after theories, some more well thought out and others just straight up outrageous. It didn't help that Ghost_king disappeared after that abruptly cut offed stream.That information even managed to catch the batfam's attention. Specifically was brought up by Tim/Steph, out of curiosity and concern had an investigation started about it. Meanwhile, Jason seems a little too quiet.

#dc x dp #jason todd #twitch streamer danny #ghost king danny #jason x danny #idk man #how do i tag this #thoughts #prompt #i guess #kinda #might edit later #Just wanna get this out of head #it's been bothering me the whole day #ideas #Undead ship #i forgot the ship name

[endyendercat]

Through Rainbows and Gold (MLP Next Generation) Main Six theme songs

Here is a stupid little post that showcases all of my MLP NextGens Oc's theme songs.

Main Six

Twinkle Petal - Life Itself by Glass Animals

Velvet Bolt - The Other Side of Paradise by Glass Animals

Moonlight Oath - Change The Formality by Infected Mushroom

Rose Lilly - Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by Panic! At The Disco

Star Show- Mary On A Cross by Ghost

Rainy Sunshine - Oh Klahoma by Jack Stauber

Princes

Prince Neo Star - It's All So Incredibly Loud by Glass Animals

Prince Dayton - Going Under by Evanescence

Villains

Crimson Mist - The Return by NIVIRO

Background Characters

Turtle Heart - Poison by Blake Roman, Sam Haft, and Andrew Underberg (From Hazbin Hotel)

#theme song #playlist #idk what else to tag #mlp next gen #might edit later #what is this #im shitposting #idk man #mmmmmmm #ponyposting #whatever #i dunno #idk what im doing

[genshin-obsessed]

When Someone Flirts with You! | Honkai Star Rail

Someone saw this coming and I'm very proud of you for figuring it out. Yeah, I've been getting into star rail and I thought I'd just write since I can't really think of genshin things to write right now lol this is barely edited, so have mercy <3 idk tags rn so please help me out :') ✧ Includes: Dan Heng, Welt, Sampo, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Blade ✧ Extra: Luocha and Blade might be ooc, I'm not too familiar with them as of right now. ✧ Come one, come all! See what happens when someone flirts with you in front of your men!

Dan Heng

Dan Heng is a really private person, he’s not a fan of showing off everything. So he’s not one to flaunt you around, but it’s not hard to tell you’re both in a relationship. He’s around you like… all the time.

He’s not one to follow around like a helicopter boyfriend, but he’s got an eye on you. If he sees someone bothering you, he’s behind them in an instant.

0/10. Dan Heng’s not super scary so they could ignore him and continue flirting with you. For a moment, he’ll just stand there as he listens to some of the dumb things they’re gonna say. You two make fun of them later for it. But then he hears something along the lines of, “come on, i’ll treat you better.” he don’t like that. 

How is this creep better than him?! They couldn’t even tell you were uncomfortable. Dan Heng will usually place a hand on their shoulder and his grip gets tighter every second the creep is still in front of you. Paired with his glare…

10/10 the creep is gone. You sigh in relief and walk to Dan Heng quietly, wrapping your arms around his waist. He immediately hugs back, stroking your hair a little.

“Let’s go somewhere else. I don’t like it here anymore.” You agreed.

Welt

Well, he doesn’t hang around you 24/7, he’s a busy man. But it’s also not hard to tell you’re dating either. Welt isn’t crazy about PDA, but he’ll give you a quick kiss every now and then and often gives you hugs (per your request).

He believes you’re capable of taking care of yourself, so he’s often not paying attention. That doesn’t mean he won’t look over at you every now and then. This time, he just happened to see some creepy creep trying to creep up on you. 

“Are you ok, (y/n)?” Is the first thing he asks when he walks up to you. He will literally ignore the existence of the creep beside him. Usually what happens here is that you’ll nod and he’ll “accidentally” shove the creepy away and urge you to come talk with him and his friends. The creep is usually so confused they walk away. But sometimes- sometimes- they follow.

Welt does NOT like that. I mean it was one thing to not take the hint from your face, but then to stop you when you’re actively trying to leave?

Welt will turn around and just glare at them. Like that silent, “I will kill you” kinda glare. It’s a staring contest for a moment before the creepy creep just kinda turns away and leaves. Sometimes, Welt does have to smack them with his lil cane. Sometimes.

“Anyway, we’re over here. Would you like a drink?”

Sampo

Sampo is all over you, usually. He loves you and the world should know? Sometimes, he can go too far so just let him know. Anyway, since he’s always over you, people know you’re dating him.

Usually at parties and events, he’s hanging off your arm, but sometimes he’s gotta go talk to some of his other friends and acquaintances. He keeps an eye on you.

Here’s the thing, he’ll come up and flirt with you too but try to one up the creep. “You look fine, darling,” - the creep. “You look so beautiful, every star in the sky and the moons pale in comparison.” - Sampo.

0/10. Of course, the creep gets irritated and asks what the hell Sampo is doing. Sampo just gives him a condescending smile and says, “that’s my partner you’re talking to. I’m not gonna let you just creep up on them.” There’s… a glint in his eyes that’s unnerving. Even you can see it.

69/10. The creep runs off, making some excuse or whatever. Sampo watches them for a minute before turning to you and smiling. You rush to give him a hug and he happily returns it.

“Wanna go home? Seems like that idiot trashed your mood a little.”

Gepard

Gepard is a very shy guy and he’s not one to be all touchy-touchy without you doing it first. He gets all flustered and looks away… but he’ll lean into your touch.

He usually sticks around you, keeping your attention so no creepies come by, but sometimes he gets pulled away. He always lets you know he’ll be right back and leaves for just a few moments. Enough for a creepy to sneak in >:0

When Gepard notices the creep, he wastes no time walking over to you. “Is everything ok?” He asked, looking at you. If you shook your head, that was it. The captain of the silvermane’s came out!

The first glare is usually a 50/50. Sometimes, the creeps acted all annoyed and walk away, pretending they’re not scared but other times… they challenge him. Gepard just places a hand on their shoulder and shoves them back. It’s actually surprisingly strong- they’ll fall over sometimes.

10/10, that usually sends them running. On rare occasions there’s that ONE creepy who just stands up and tries to take him on lmao. You know to take a step back because Gepard kinda skips the arresting and just goes to ass kicking. And he’s the shy boyfriend.

“So… we should go now. Yeah, no, just leave the creep there.”

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan isn't the most affectionate boyfriend, but he doesn’t mind letting people know you two are together. Depends on your comfort level.

He’s a busy man, so at that fancy event, he can’t always be at your side but he tries to keep you by him. Of course, you decided to go get a drink, he happily agreed. You went off and he kept greeting more officials. You didn’t return, so he looked over and he just saw you turning away from a creep who just grabbed your arm!

Jing Yuan elegantly excuses himself and basically sneaks up behind the guy. He’ll stand there which brings you tons of relief, enough to let the creep ramble and ramble and ramble. “I could take you out to dinner, (nickname you don’t like). I’ll buy you (food you don’t like).” “Actually, they don’t like that. And they don’t like being called that.” The creep jumps away and is standing beside you at that point.

5/10, honestly, some just get scared and leave. There’s the other half though that just kinda scoff and look at you. Before they can even say anything, Jing Yuan grabs them by the shirt and force them to look at him. “Do not speak to them like that. Do not look at them, and don’t even think about them. You leave now or I’ll drag you out myself.”

10/10!!!!!!!!! They are GONE. No sign of them for MILES. Jing Yuan huffs and looks down at you. At this point, everyone’s looking at you two, making you extremely uncomfortable. He’ll stand beside you and pull you close, using that half of his jacket thing to cover you.

“We can leave. I’ll deal with everything else later. Come on.”

Luocha

This man is unpredictable. Sometimes, he’s grabbing your hand to prove your dating, others are just a straight kiss. You don’t mind. Either way, the world knows you two are together.

Luocha doesn’t mind leaving you alone, he’s got confidence in himself and you. That doesn’t mean he’s not there as your backup. Creeps creep on a daily- he’s gotchu. He sees the creep and he’s already walking toward you.

“No!” You exclaimed with a frown, “I'm not interested. Leave me alone.” Luocha didn’t mind scaring the creep off… but it was when they grabbed you that kinda set him off. “Hey.” Is all he says as he grabs their wrist to shove their hand away. 3/10. SOMETIMES people do get scared off by his demeanor. But there’s always that one. Our favorite.

For those guys, he’ll just get physical. There’s just this switch that goes off when it comes to you. 10/10. They’re either gone or out like a light.

“Come, we should go somewhere else.”

Blade

Lol. First of all, people know you’re dating this dude because you’re still alive while hanging off his arm. He’s not affectionate in public other than some sweet words. “You look nice today.” “I think you did well.” Things like that.

Blade can… be a helicopter boyfriend because he just has a 6th sense for creepies. You can be doing your own thing and he’s just standing there. Menacingly. There are days where he’s away from you, but he keeps a sharp eye on you. Then he notices the creep.

“Go away.” You say with a huff as you turn away. “Stop!” You yell, trying to pull your hand away. Suddenly, the creep is silent and frozen. You probably know exactly what happened.

You feel your arm come loose and look behind you to see Blade pointing… well his blade at the creep. He doesn’t say anything and the creep can’t help but just feel the icy fear in their veins. 10/10, Blade doesn’t fail.

“Thank you.” You say with a sigh as you run and hug his arm, looking up at him. Blade sighs and looks down at you, feeling that relief in his chest knowing that you’re fine and right beside him where you should be.

“It’s because you look cute today. Let’s go somewhere else.”

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #sampo x reader #welt x reader #luocha x reader #gepard x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader

[niki-phoria]

pairing: chishiya x male!reader genre: fluff ?? word count: 3.2k

a/n: i wanna keep writing for chishiya (and aib as a whole) but i have NO ideas so requests are always welcome please

warnings: s2 spoilers (kinda), reader gets shot, canon-typical violence, chishiya is a little ooc, blood, mentions of stitches, bad summaries of the scenes i'm referencing, might edit and repost later idk, cussing

“can you see anything?” arisu’s voice is staticy through the radio. you pull your hood further over your face, hiding your body behind the tree. 

“no, nothing yet,” usagi replies. “i’ll try to go over and talk to them like i’m joining the game.” 

“wait,” you squint a little, trying to see the people better. “there’s something on their wrists.” 

“he’s right,” arisu sighs, leaning a little closer. “they have the same wristbands as those people from tag.” 

“shit, they’re leaving.” you rush to follow after them, chasing after their car. you’re sure they can see you but you don’t really care. you’d never catch up anyways. 

after a few minutes, they pull off the road and drive into a building. you pant, leaning against a railing. the night air feels good against your skin. on the front of the building you can see one word written in red graffiti- beach. 

“l/n,” arisu sighs, jogging over to you. usagi is quick to follow, leaning against the railing with you. 

“beach?” she reads. 

“it looks like we found it.” the beach’s lights are the only thing you can see for miles, golden hue illuminating the entire building. 

“how do they have electricity?” usagi wonders aloud. your response is cut off when you feel a tight grip around your neck, choking you. you cough, trying to fight back, but your vision goes blurry and eventually the world goes black. 

you wake up sitting on a wooden chair. you’re surrounded by people staring you down. you anxiously shift, noting the lack of restraints around your wrists or ankles. why didn’t they tie you up? “welcome to the beach!” a man yells. he raises his hands up, twirling around the room. he’s shirtless, just like all of the other men in the room. 

the man- hatter- opens the sliding doors, revealing a map of every playing card in a deck. most of them are crossed off with black x’s. “the way to win the games is to get every card,” he says, leaning down next to you. you try not to flinch at the alcohol on his breath. “once we win one of each card, we’ll be able to send one person back to the normal world.

“we have two rules. first, everyone wears swimsuits everywhere. you can’t hide a weapon in a swimsuit,” hatter says, dancing around the room.

“and second?” arisu asks. 

“second… the beach kills all traitors. we stand as a united front. if anyone dares to go against that, the beach will show no mercy.” you stiffen at his words. he drops the theatrics for a moment, turning back to face you. “you won a seven of hearts,” he smirks, tapping the card against his hand. “we didn’t have that one. we will consider promoting you. until then, enjoy the beach.” 

silently, a woman comes to stand before you. “follow me,” she says. she’s silent as she leads you into a different room, giving you new clothes to change into and the same wristband you saw on people earlier. you put it onto your wrist, tugging at the string so it’s pulled taut. you awkwardly pull your jacket back over your shoulders, shifting uncomfortably in your swim trunks. 

the music is loud, shaking the ground as you make your way further into the beach. you can see usagi standing across the room, quickly putting her jacket back on. the crowd goes silent when hatter and the same people from before step out onto a balcony. “the beach stands untied! we will send someone out of here!” he yells. “follow your numbers to your games! let’s go!” 

“we’re in different games,” usagi murmurs. arisu leans over to look at yours. you have the same one. 

arisu turns back to usagi. “be careful, okay?” 

she nods. “you too. both of you.” 

you give her one last reassuring nod before following arisu through the crowd to where ann is already waiting for you. “we’re testing both of you,” she says, leading you down a staircase to the game’s entrance. the same white table is sitting in the corridor with four phones. it feels heavier in your hand than the others. “they’re waterproof?” you mumble. you share a puzzled look with arisu before continuing to follow ann into the game. 

you stand in an empty dark room with a few inches of water at the bottom. it reaches about halfway up your shins. there are wires hanging from the ceiling. every now and then sparks fly from them. there’s a separate room attached to the main one with a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. a sliding door that reads “open/close” is next to it. on the wall next to you, three switches have been ingrained into the cement, reading “A,” “B,” and “C.” 

ann stands across from you in the center of the room, arms crossed over her chest. in the corner, a woman you recognize from the beach, kuina, stands next to the man arisu saved during tag. another woman stands on the opposite side of the room. 

you shift uncomfortably in the cold water. “difficulty: four of diamonds,” your phone chimes. “rules: there is one switch that connects to the light bulb. with the door closed, players may flip any switch. when the door is opened, players may only flip one switch once. the door will not close if there are people in both rooms or if a switch is flipped. game clear: if players can answer which switch turns on the light. game over: if water level rises and the surface touches the wires. game start.” 

“wires?” kuina asks. the other woman reaches out to touch one, yelping and then falling to the ground. dead. you flinch a little as she falls, turning away from her body and focusing on the switches.

“why don’t we just flip one now? and then if it doesn’t turn on, we have a 50/50 shot,” the man says. 

“66%,” ann corrects. you can feel her staring at you as you glance between the light and the switches. “l/n, what should we do?” 

“why are you asking him?” the man protests. “it should be a unanimous decision!” 

“we’re testing them,” ann answers nonchalantly. your mind races as water continues to fill the room. a million possibilities fill your head. you look over at the light again. 

“it’s a regular light bulb?” you ask. kuina leans into the room, looking up at it. 

“it looks like it,” she shrugs. 

“close the door,” you instruct. the man rushes to help as they slide the door so it’s shut. you bite your lip, pushing the “A” switch so it turns on. 

“what now?” the man asks. 

“we wait,” arisu says, joining you by the switches. “we let the water fill up a little more and then we test another switch. if it doesn’t turn on, then we check the bulb to see if it’s hot.” 

“and if it is, then it’s the first switch,” kuina  nods. “makes sense.” 

the water filling the room is agonizingly slow and incredibly fast. it feels suffocating as it soaks your shirt, filling up to submerge your chest and shoulders. “open the door!” arisu yells after you turn the switch off. you push down on the “B” switch. the light doesn’t turn on. “kuina, check the bulb!” 

she makes her way into the room, reaching up to touch the light. she flinches, pulling her hand away. 

“it’s hot!” you wait for her to make her way back into the main room before pushing down on the “C” switch. after a few seconds, the water stops. 

“game cleared,” your phone chimes. “congratulations.” you sigh, shoving it back into your pocket. ann smirks, satisfied as you make your way out of the room and back to the beach. 

"i'm not sure about this," you whisper to usagi.

"it'll be okay," she replies. "arisu just needs to find the safe."

you swallow your nervousness, retreating back down the hallway to your place to keep watch. 

it's silent for a few minutes until two men walk over to you, grabbing your arms. "hey! what are you doing?" you fail to fight against them as they drag you into aguni's room where the cards are kept. arisu is kneeling on the ground next to a locked safe hidden inside of a closet. usagi stands next to you, also held back by two men. chishiya nonchalantly pulls the radio out of his pocket, holding it up. kuina stands next to him with a worried expression. "arisu!" usagi yells.

"and him?" niragi gestures to you. 

"l/n wasn't a part of this," chishiya barely glances at you before looking back to arisu. "you can let him go."

you stumble a little when the men push you down. one of them kicks you away, blocking your view of arisu. "leave," he orders. with one last nervous glance towards your friends, you scramble to your feet and rush out of the hotel.

you follow along with the crowd as they gather around in the center of the hotel’s lobby, anxiously awaiting more instructions from the announcer. a table with stacks of phones sits in the center with the same sign that always accompanies them- ‘01 per person.’ you follow along with the group, grabbing one of the phones and registering into the game. you shift onto your toes to see over the people in front of you. a girl lays on the ground with a knife sticking out of her chest. 

another girl gasps, running towards her body. “momoka,” she pleads, shaking her. “momoka!” 

“momoka has been murdered,” the announcer speaks. “a ‘witch’ stabbed her in the chest with a knife. the witch who took her life is hiding among the members of the beach. witch is only a title, the murderer can be a man or woman. goal: find momoka’s killer and burn their body along with their wretched soul in the fire of judgment. game over: the witch survives for 120 minutes.” 

you can hear anxious murmurs from the people among you. you need to get away from them, out of the crowd. you slip away, running through the hallways of the hotel. 

gunshots ring out from all around you. you need to find arisu. the walls are covered in blood as you pass them, bodies almost everywhere you look. you bite back the nausea from the sight and smell, trying to find anywhere safe. anywhere to hide. 

“l/n!” someone yells. you trip over your own feet, turning to look back. usagi runs over to you, followed by the man from tag and the girl who ran to momoka’s body. you let usagi help you up, ignoring the sting of rug burn on your knees. “are you alright?” 

“yeah,” you sigh. “what’s going on?” 

“they’re killing everyone to try to find the witch,” the man sighs, taking off his hat and running a hand through his sweaty hair. 

“where’s arisu? we need to find him.” 

“i don’t know,” usagi sighs. “we need to keep moving,” she grabs onto your arm, leading you away from the approaching gunshots. you desperately pull on different doors, hoping to find one that leads back to arisu. 

“this is it?” usagi asks, looking back down at asahi's phone. 

“it looks like it,” arisu sighs, putting it back into his pocket. “here,” he tosses you a flashlight before you make your way through the station.

you pull your jacket further around your body, as you search. it fills you with an odd sense of nostalgia to walk through an area that should be so familiar. you pause when you find an opened door. the same door that asahi and momoka had shown in the video. hesitantly, you walk forwards and pull the door open. arisu and usagi follow behind you. inside, people in business suits lay sprawled across different tables and in chairs. the blood looks fresh, like they haven’t been dead for very long. 

“i’m surprised it took you so long to find this,” chishiya says, stepping into the light. "it's good to see you, l/n."

"how long have you known about this?" arisu asks.

chishiya holds up a piece of paper- a circle with seemingly random lines going through it. "it took some time, but i finally figured out that this is a map to the shibuya station." as soon as he finishes speaking, the monitors light up all around you. they shine a blinding white before mira's face appears. 

"congratulations, you have beaten all of the numbered card games. now, you will move onto the face cards," she says. chishiya and kuina walk over to stand next to you. when you glance at chishiya, he simply shrugs. "we look forward to seeing you soon!"

"there are more games?" kuina asks.

"she said we were moving onto the face cards. maybe if we win every game corresponding to each card in a deck we'll be able to return back to our world," arisu says. 

"hopefully," usagi nods. you follow behind chishiya out of the station, sitting beside kuina on the ground. 

"i wonder when the games will start," you say. "they usually take place at night."

"they've always given us some sort of instructions. i'm sure we'll hear something soon," usagi reassures. you hum, stretching.

the silence is interrupted when a group of cars pull up. you scramble to your feet with kuina, watching as people from the beach begin to step out.

"what's going on?" a woman yells. you aren't given time to respond before something hits her. you stand in shock, staring at the now dead body falling to the ground. another shot rings out, sending another person down- a woman this time. you’ve just barely caught your breath when someone yells out “run!” 

you’re quick to follow, turning on your heel and beginning to leave. gunshots continue to ring out behind you, almost drowned out by the screams of their victims. you follow usagi behind the wall of a building, hesitantly peeking over the edge. in the sky, an airship flies though, carrying a giant king of spades flag. in the distance you can see even more of them, carrying the other face cards. 

“shit,” you whisper. 

“we need to move!” arisu yells. more bodies fall to the ground as you run, desperately trying to keep pace with the others. 

“let’s split up!” chishiya shouts, ducking behind a car. you hide behind the wall of a building, hiding in the shadows as you watch more people run by. you can see arisu nod a little, rushing to a wounded man on the ground. 

you yelp as you suddenly feel a sharp pain in your leg, harshly hitting the asphalt ground. scrambling to your feet, you push yourself behind a wall, hiding away in the shadows. your leg burns when you try to put pressure on it, pain stinging throughout your body. hesitantly, you reach a hand down to touch it. blood gushes from the wound, dripping down your leg. 

with a hiss, you push yourself off the wall, following after the hoards of people running from the gunshots. you make it a little farther down the street when someone grabs your wrist, pulling you down and pushing you against a car. “dumbass,” chishiya curses. “you got yourself shot.” 

you hope your adrenaline is covering how flustered you are, biting back a bitter laugh. “sorry. i didn’t really expect to almost die today.” 

“come on,” he says, wrapping his arm around your waist. “can you walk?” you hiss when you put your foot on the ground but nod. 

“it hurts, but i can move.” chishiya sighs, shifting your body weight onto him. you can hear a car approaching before suddenly screeching to a stop. you look out from the side, seeing tatta and ann. 

“get in!” she yells. chishiya helps you to your feet as arisu, usagi, and kuina pile into the backseat of the car. you limp a little closer before something hits the ground, rolling out from underneath the car. chishiya starts pulling you back, grip tightening around your waist. 

“go!” he yells, pushing you back behind the car for shelter. usagi slams the car door shut as tatta begins driving. 

“you should run,” you say, moving so you’re not leaning on chishiya. “i can handle myself.” 

he doesn’t move, shaking his head. “no. i’m not leaving you now.” you sigh, letting him wrap his arm back around your waist and helping you run behind a building. “i need to find something to stop the bleeding.” 

“chishiya!” you hiss, pulling your jacket off, pressing it against your leg. the sound of gunshots gradually fades until you’re left in complete silence. 

with the king of spades gone, you start to feel the adrenaline wearing off. your hands shake as you press down even harder on your leg. you aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting there when chishiya returns, replacing your hands with his. your chest heaves as you watch him check the wound over. “it’s pretty bad. you’re gonna need stitches.” 

“just make it quick.”

he nods, slowly beginning to treat the wound. you bite back a scream before the pain becomes unbearable and the world goes black.

the ground is hard underneath you when you wake up. your leg aches as you shift, forcing yourself to sit up. “welcome back,” chishiya says. 

you groan, leaning back against the wall. it's dark outside now. a fire burns in front of you. you shift to move closer to it, desperate for the warmth. “how long was i out for?” 

��not long. you passed out from the adrenaline and shock.” 

you hum. it's silent for a few minutes. the only noise is the cracking of the flames. you move back to lean against the wall, sitting next to chishiya. you're so close that your hands are just barely touching. “why did you save me?” 

he looks over at you. "because i don't want you dead."

"are you saying you care about me?" you tease.

chishiya turns his attention back to the fire. "i do." you freeze for a second, surprised by his answer. he glances back up at you. "did you think i didn't?"

"honestly? i didn't think you would go out of your way to save me." you pull your good leg up to rest your chin against your knee. "so why did you?"

"because i have feelings for you." chishiya is uncharacteristically quiet when he says it, still staring straight ahead at the flames.

"i have feelings for you too," you whisper. he looks over at you, almost surprised. chishiya reaches over to grab your hand, intertwining your fingers together. you move even closer, laying your head against his shoulder. "will you be mine?"

chishiya smiles a little, pressing down to press a kiss against your forehead. "i already am."

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[eskumii]

soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya + darling who's a famous pro hero

TITLE: " SHE WANT ME FR " — navi.

NOTES: literally ascended into the air mid sleep cycle to write this and it's kinda different than what i usually write so forgive me i'm feeling a little silly goofy rn ,, nsfw below the cut!! idk why this keeps not showing up in tags :( so frustrating, i reposted like three times already man edit: works now lol

PAIRING: soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya x pro hero!reader

GENRE/AU: izuku is quirkless and works a boring office job, rookie pro hero!reader, izuku is a pervert + woman hater + literally delusional smh

CHARACTERS: izuku midoriya (20), reader (19)

imagine incel!izuku who's obsessed with you, a promising new pro hero just barely debuting into the infancy of her career.

incel!izuku who, at first, isn't interested. you're another female pro hero, so what? he's rather partial to it; you're only really getting attention because you're a female. once everyone sees past the pretty face and nice thighs, you'll be irrelevant.

incel!izuku who falls in love after seeing one leaked picture of you pre-pro hero era, where you're makeup-less with messy hair and in pajamas. having been uploaded to one of the deep web forums he frequents, he expected an overwhelming amount of hate but, instead, everyone thinks you're even more attractive. izuku stares at the picture long and hard—actually, maybe he's beginning to see what they mean. he bookmarks it and revisits it often.

a few days later, it's his new lock screen.

incel!izuku who keeps a journal full of all the information he's gathered on you so far; from height and weight to your favorite food and color. he watches all your interviews and jots down the timestamps in which you do something cute—not that he doesn't just rewatch the whole thing later, anyway. he'll vehemently deny being a fan of yours because oh, you're not that cool, but at least you're cute! he can't possibly let people know how far into the rabbit hole he is, not a chance.

incel!izuku who begins scouring the internet, looking for erotica content about you to consume. sometimes he'll even write his own, pouring out his fetishized fantasies onto the notes app of his phone. how he'll tie you up and have his way with you—whether you want it or not—because a woman should always take responsibility for being so carelessly screwable!

he totally jacks off in a bathroom stall during break at work because he gets so turned on while scrolling through your pictures when he's supposed to be filing papers. he'll sigh in relief when he finishes all over his phone screen, which displays a picture of your face, before cleaning up his mess.

truthfully, izuku knows his growing obsession with you is unhealthy. but, but, he was the same with all might when he was a kid—there's no harm in looking up to a pro hero, is there? besides, you're a woman, so it's only natural your slutty, skin-tight pro hero outfits would give him such raging hard-ons when he doesn't want them to! aren't you ashamed of yourself, walking around in such tasteless outfits? if you were his wife, he'd never let you leave the house. ever.

incel!izuku who's such an avid fan that he collects everything that's you-themed. he buys all your limited edition merch: shirts, posters, trading cards, cups, body pillows. you don't even want to know how many he's had to replace from cutting holes in them and pretending they're you when he's horny. a huge portion of his salary now goes to catering his embarrassing addiction to you. you should be grateful for having such a loyal, loving fan, no?

as if reading his thoughts, your management team announces that you'll be having a fan meet-up. izuku is so ecstatic that he's among the first people to pre-order tickets the second they're released. he dreams about shaking your hand or even giving you a hug, and how your soft your body will feel against his. he can't wait to touch you and just be near you; he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

when the meet-up day rolls around, izuku queues up in the line and waits his turn to meet you. he's almost trembling by the time he reaches the table where you're sitting, smiling so adorably at the little kid that's rambling to you excitedly. the sight is precious—he wants that to be his kid one day.

a few minutes later, it's his turn. izuku walks up to the table, stiff as a board, and crouches down so he's eye-level with you. he's blushing intensely and your eye contact with him is making him feel so hot. you smile at him, and he begins to feel a touch light-headed.

"hi! thanks for coming," you reach out for a handshake. "so sorry the line's so long, we didn't expect so many people to come out!"

izuku can hardly speak. unsure of what to say, he simply nods and shakily reaches out to grab your hand, the anticipation almost sending him over the edge. and when your hands do finally intertwine, he immediately and unexpectedly gets a boner. a euphoric feeling runs through his body like lightning, striking his heart as if an arrow. seeing you in person is so much better than the pictures.

as you go to pull away, you can't. his grip is so tight that you literally have to wrench your hand away. he's staring at you with such a concentrated focus that you're not sure he's blinked even once since he came up to you. you're a bit weirded out now, so you try to end the meeting quickly.

"ah, well, uhm, what's your name?" you ask hesitantly, popping the cap off your marker so you can sign a poster for him.

did you just ask for his name? his name?

"i-it's i-i-izuku midoriya!" it comes out of his mouth in a shrill tone and it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you.

"i-zu-ku... mi-do-ri-ya..." you repeat his name slowly as you sign both his name and your signature at the bottom of the poster.

each person gets five minutes with you. izuku doesn't say much. it's completely awkward for you when your questions go unanswered and you're instead being stared through with those jade green eyes of his. when five minutes is up, you wave goodbye and blow a complimentary kiss, as it's apart of your trademark. you literally couldn't wait for it to be over.

izuku doesn't take his eyes off of you until he's escorted out of the room by the staff. his heart is beating out of his chest right now; did that even really happen? did he actually touch you? it sinks in slowly but surely. he did! he touched you! your hand was so soft and fit so perfectly in his. like it was meant to be. and the way you looked at him? he resists the urge to palm himself through his jeans.

you're such a sweetheart, too. not like other low IQ women who just ignore him when he's trying to be nice to them; come on, you even asked for his name! you really are different from the rest. not to mention how good you smelled, it's a sure sign you know how to take care of yourself. he'll have to find out what perfume you use so he can spray it on his body pillows.

he just can't wait to go home and brag about it all on his online forums and the fan sites he's recently joined!

but first, the tightness in his pants is increasing to crazy levels of uncomfortable. he excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of it, still giddy from the fact he had just been face-to-face with you mere moments ago. as he unzips his pants and begins almost violently rubbing one out, he stares intently at the poster you had given him with bated breath and a gaze ripe with lust.

that's right, incel!izuku uses the hand you shook to jack off, just to cum all over the poster that you gave him. he's literally drooling as his fist is rocketing along his sensitive length, milking himself for all he's worth. shuddering in pleasure from his orgasm, he smiles dazedly at the poster of your face now slick and sticky with his semen.

what a bad girl, making him go to such lengths! making him so horny and needy with your alluring eyes and adorable smile! how dare you steal his heart and walk around looking the way you do, knowing he can't have you the way he wants. what a whore. you should be the one getting him off and making him feel good!

it's all your fault, darling. don't blame him when he breaks into your house while you're sleeping next.

#he's literally so ooc #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere mha #my hero academia x reader

[matan4il]

soo true what you said. there's no way all of these choices were made by accident. they wrote it, approved it, filmed it, edited it... they know exactly what they're doing to us. and there's also no way buck and eddie would be a family like this but not a couple if they were a man and a woman. it's been YEARS of romancing

Nonnie, you're simply speaking the honest to God truth. IDK that I have anything to add, I just know the same thing you do, that if one of them were a woman, EVERYONE would expect a romance. Even a case of unrequited love. But SOMETHING where the feelings aren't just platonic. I can give you Station 19 for example. The second Vic started helping Dean with his daughter, the second they were functioning as a family (and I would argue S19 has shown that even less than 911 has shown it with Buddie), I KNEW where this was going. And indeed, Dean eventually realizes he has feelings for her.

Even if two characters aren't originally meant to have feelings for each other, if there is enough chemistry and build up, and the audience seems to react positively to the idea of a couple, show makers sometimes change course to go with the treasure they accidentally stumbled across. I can think of Emma and Hook on Once Upon a Time as an example. I'm convinced Emma was supposed to end up with Neal, everything about the build up, story structure, symbolic significance of the characters was pointing to that, but Emma's chemistry with Hook was so much better, the fans loved them. And while Emma and Hook's initial interactions were just meant to have him be a minor obstacle on the way to Emma and Neal's endgame, those scenes ended up serving as a part of the build up for Emma and Hook turning into endgame. You can read more about them and how they compare to Buddie here.

Anyway, my point is that even if Buddie had been accidental at first, if one of them were a woman, I have no doubt the show would have embraced turning them into canon enthusiastically. 911 still might. For all we know, maybe 618 is NOT the finale they planned for if the show would have been canceled, and maybe the original s6 finale would have allowed Buddie to go canon. We don't know. We might never know. But I know what trajectory Buddie would have had sooner or later if one were a woman, I have no doubt about that one.

Thank you, Nonnie! I hope you have a good day. As always, my ask tag is here. xoxox

#ask #anon ask #buddie #911meta #911 on abc #911 abc #buddie meta #911 meta #911abc #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911onabc #911 #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley

[necronatural]

you might not remember but DVD commentary on the Tangible things series? Any part you've got thoughts abt still. I recall thinking it was good characterised NSFW writing (rare) and in the early days before the ORV tag took off on AO3 (cursed)

Oof, a while ago

I wrote it before the Demon King of Salvation reveal, I think around the time he was roadtripping with Han Sooyoung while Yu Junghyeok was being tortured about how Kim Dokja has ~changed~ him and made him want to save others which was so overwrought it was a true inspiration. dude is blasting Dirty Car while his bias is falling in love with him offscreen

The biggest inspirations in the novel for it were I think 1) how invested Kim Dokja was in Yu Junghyeok's personal life when confronting him in the theater 2) Kim Dokja shipping Yu Junghyeok and 3) Yu Junghyeok responding to Kim Dokja having similar motivations to himself with frankly comedic and uncalled-for coldness that made him sound like a jilted lover. idk how that reads in the webtoon but god that shit was so funny. King of projection

Heart in Your Throat was just expanding on all the ideas that didn't fit in Great Escapes, just naturally expanding on concepts introduced. I was also really curious about writing porn and this was my first attempt really dabbling in it.

Heavy Silence I want to write SEX. Also influenced by the roadtrip, I really liked the idea of Scenario Casefic. All of this was me working myself up to write sex. I spent the entire fic absolutely mortified. I couldn't edit it until like 2 months later. LOL. It was complimented a lot for its accuracy, and they're right, because I studied for my First Sex with a...I think Livejournal? God who knows. A personal account from a gay man on what he knows about sex. Stuff like how anal is not something that feels good right away, the common duration of a coupling and the effects of ejaculation, stuff like that. I tried hunting that post down a few months ago but couldn't find it so RIP.... Writing this one was a real shock to my system but I ended up figuring out a lot of stuff I enjoy like enthusiastic consent, consent testing, pure pleasure, banter, loss of emotional regulation, etc. Laying the foundations for my deranged horny dante fic truly

I don't think the characterization isn't like, amazing? But I've absolutely never been the type to just ship characters based on romantic archetypes. Without the kneejerk "omg these guys fit my ideal dynamic" or "omg this is my fav character type" instinct, it is actually quite simple to think back on character traits and why they have them and try to extrapolate on those for the new situation.

...Which is something that the ORV fic just doesn't really gel with. Kim Dokja can't be fully 100% confident in his completely wrong opinion [based on insufficient contradictions to his 15-year special interest] and desperately avoidant of interpersonal connections, he has to be stupid oblivious about everything to a degree seen only in Shen Qingqiu. Yu Junghyeok can't be a doom-spiraling overly independent pessimistic buzzkill, he has to be a surly bad boy. Because yaoi boys on Lezhin comics act that way. lol

#asks

[epersonae]

Tagged by my bestie, sometimes beta, always cheerleader @emi--rose. Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. (I'm going to follow her lead and tag one with each fic.)

There’s a flash in Ed’s eyes, jaw working with unexpressed tension. (end up several worlds away) (the missing scenes sequel to for the benefit of all the broken hearts, this chapter is about Ed and Mary.) tagging @knotwerk for the comment today that was TOO LONG FOR AO3, god bless.

It’s one of those rare weeks when they’re not just in the same time zone, not just under the same roof, but under their roof. (for the benefit of all the broken hearts) (my surprisingly long fix-it sequel to the weird and wonderful meta-fiction sort-of-but-not-RPF Water Flowing Underground) tagging @veeagainsttheday for excellent betaing and critical reassurance early on in the project.

Stede loves camping. (BIGFOOT STOLE MY HUSBAND) (idk it's modern AU monsterfucking I GUESS) gotta tag @mxmollusca for this one.

It all started when Stede took Ed to be his plus one at his ex-wife's wedding. (Commit to the Bit) (modern AU where Ed and Stede talk themselves into getting married as a bit; reader I lived this one) tagging @nekosd43 who is not a pirates person, but who was a very good friend to me and Ryn and honestly part of how we originally got to be friends, what with all their excellent taagnus writing.

Thing is, once he gets a break from the routine (wait around, raid, drink, cry, repeat) he doesn't really want to go back. (can't cross the same river twice) (part 3 of "the devil's threeway", a very weird way to get to a reunion fic but I think it works) tagging @chuplayswithfire who kept giving me good ideas for this series.

Later, much later, Stede realizes he can divide his life into two parts, split by that exact moment: when by all rights he should have been dead, gut-stabbed and strung up, and instead the most beautiful man he’d ever seen strolled up to him through fire and smoke and men screaming. (Hungry for love, ready to drown) (me @ me: jfc that's a longass sentence) (Stede POV canon retelling, my very slow love letter to canon. YES the next chapter is on its way, I just finished an editing pass that it very much needed before actual betaing) tagging @red-sky-in-mourning because things they have written or reblogged are DEFINITELY in my project notes.

He has to cut him off. (A secret third thing) (oh look more Stede POV retelling! this time of Water Flowing Underground: I woke up at 3am less than a week after reading WFU with the beginning of this fic.) tagging @gaypiratebrainrot for writing the thing that melted and reformed my brain, and because this fic ended up being the start of a very good friendship.

It turns out there is a second fucking pirate ship trying to board this stupid little Dutch freighter. (Cannonball) (part 2 of devil's threeway, this is the one where Ed gets together with Anne Bonny and Mark Read and also cries a lot) tagging @adreamingofguns, who hasn't written any gay pirates fic, but who has a Special Interests in pirates and contributed to my thoughts about Mark.

It’s not that he prefers the beard, exactly. (nice either way) (the tiny Beard Discourse fic) tagging @blakbonnet for beard discourse reasons.

For Frenchie, that afternoon has the unreal quality of a dream as he sits cross-legged on the deck of The Revenge sewing an addition to Blackbeard’s flag. (what makes me kind) (rest in pieces, this fic) (listen. I had an idea. I had a LOT of ideas. but I kept getting sidetracked. see: everything else on this list. someday? weirder things have happened but idk. if nothing else someday I might just post all the fragments I have written, because some of them I do like very much.) tagging one of my favorite post-S1 longfic writers, @not-nervous-jester. (who has actually finished theirs! two of them!)

#tag games #my writing #my fic #pleasantly surprised to discover that I still like all of these #I always think I haven't written “all that much” for ofmd #which is in comparison with my frankly bonkers output for taz balance #(and I guess in comparison with a few specific prolific folks) #but this is quite a bit of writing for less than a year tbh

[my-hot-awkward-turian-boyfriend]

Mass Effect Tag Game

I stole this from @onedismay and anyone can now proceed to steal it from me

I am a fan since: The release of Legendary Edition, which came out on my birthday. And--1500+ hours of playtime later--It's the gift that keeps on giving lol

Favourite game of the series?: Mass Effect 2 is definitely my favourite because there just feels like there's so much more at stake and all the new characters introduced are great

MShep or FShep?: Most of my Sheps are women but I do have a few men even though I technically haven't played all of them yet

Earthborn, Colonist or Spacer?: I know a lot of people probably consider this the boring option, but I do prefer Earthborn because, for whatever reason, I have a thing about my OCs never knowing their parents

Biotics or Tech: 100% tech, I don't fuck with biotics

Paragon or Renegade: My main Shep is renegade with a touch of paragon

Favourite Class: Infiltrator is my go-to class, but I'll admit that I don't have a lot of experience with any of the other classes

Favourite Companion: Uhm all the techies are essentially my faves lol so Garrus, Tali, EDI, Legion, Kasumi, and Mordin. I also adore Joker, who I feel like gets accidentally excluded a lot because he's not someone who can tag along on missions. Then I have a bit of a soft spot for Vega. Oh, and Aria is pretty much the only asari character I enjoy lol

Least favourite Companion: I might get hate for this, but Liara. I hate how forced she is on you in the first game, and the fact that that does change for the rest of the series makes me so uncomfortable. I literally don't even both talking to her. Ever. I forget she's there half the time. If it weren't for the couple missions in ME3 where you're forced to take her, she would never leave the ship

My squad selection: Garrus is almost always there. I've forced myself to broaden my selection in recent playthroughs and utilise (almost) everyone, but Garrus is still definitely a top pick. Tali is up there, as well. Frankly, this answer is essentially the same as my fave companion(s) plus Wrex

Favourite In-game romance: Garrus. The only romance I honestly give a shit about

Other pairings I like: Joker and EDI, 100%. I'm also into the Jack/Miranda pairing, and I enjoy the thought of Ash and James ending up together

Favourite NPC: This is probably the proper place to mention Joker and Aria, but I'm not going back to edit my other answer including them lol

Favourite Antagonist: I'm not sure I really have one. Saren had potential and it would've been neat if he had stuck around for at least another game, but obviously that didn't happen. The Illusive Man was kinda lame and just overall a nuance soooo idk Udina? lmao

Favourite Mission: I'm not entirely sure... I don't think I necessarily have a favourite because they're all mandatory, for the most part. Even if they're not mandatory story-wise, they are to level up so it's ike...idk none of them really stick out to me and I dread something about each of them, to be honest lol

Favourite Loyalty Mission: Obligatory Garrus answer, but then I also enjoy Tali's mission, uhm... Kasumi's is fun, Mordin's is good, aaaand that's probably it

Favourite DLC: Citadel, hands down. Just the absolutely campiness and insanity of it. I mean, it was a good way to lighten the mood of what the rest of ME3 is, so the ridiculousness of it was honestly much appreciated. A close second would probably be between Omega and Leviathan

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: I prefer Synthesis. I don't give a shit what people say about it, I'm not going through all that bullshit of ending a 300-year long war between the Quarians and Geth just to fucking destroy the Geth in the end. It's pointless. Plus, I could never do that to EDI

Favourite Weapon: While I usually am the Infiltrator class, I always choose assault rifles as my specialisation (or just use them in general when I can), so in ME2 my go-to is the Mattock while in ME3 it's the Valkyrie or Chakram Launcher. As for sniper rifles, in ME2 it's the Viper and in ME3 it's the Valiant

Favourite Place: I enjoy Omega and Illium the most. I wish we could've explored them more because I feel like there was so much lost potential there.

A quote I like: "I won't let fear compromise who I am." ~Shepard. I would honestly get that tattooed on my body lol Garrus has a lot of good/funny quotes, too, especially in ME3 but that Shepard one is always the first to come to mind

#mass effect #mass effect trilogy #tag game #for fun

[aylabyu]

Sleep.

A GN!Reader x ??? SFW fic

A/N: y'all, my knowledge about this character is non-existent so forgive me if I ever had any information wrong, or completely wrong. never correct I'm sure... also I wanted this fic to be gender neutral so please point out to me if there are mistakes, in this context and grammar-wise too!

[whoever guesses who this character is can tell me what they want next to be published by me! (lmao I'm acting as if I'm well-known) like they can tell me who the character/s will be in the fic, genre, some tags, things to not include, etc. I can write other fandoms... I think, but I don't generally watch most animes like MHA or JJK but I might manage..? but for games like OM! or twst, I can...! kinda,,] [still open, will edit this if it changes later on!]

.... because I have so many ideas and idk what to do first so I'll let others decide...

the moon greets the man who is looking up at it, its majestic form putting pressure on him. he was about to stand up and reluctantly leave his lover when she muttered.

"ugh, what.. time is it?" you groaned, feeling the bed dip and soft lips on your forehead.

"it's not near daybreak, go back to sleep."

"where are you going then?"

he looked at you with his gentle smile, the one where you know he'll fascinate you until you heed his wishes.

"i'm just going out for some fresh air," he simply stated.

he was brushing your hair, detangling and smoothing it down, which ultimately makes you in a trance between reality and dreamland. the latter is the winning side.

as a last resort, you threw your body at his, "you'll go off somewhere again, stay with me."

"but I am with you. you are my lover, my sweet."

"oh stop. stay with me. in bed."

you felt him softly sigh and surrendered. he fixed your sleeping position so he can put his arms around your frail body.

silence reigned, and when he heard your soft snores, he whispered, "... i'm sorry, my dear. i'm so sorry."

tears ran down his face, but he made sure they never touch your complexion. he doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve tainting you, even with his tears – doesn't deserve you. his heart and soul ached for you.

he stopped when he felt a hand touch his wet cheek.

"why are you crying? who hurt my sweetheart?" you mumbled through closed eyes, still rubbing your hand on his cheek.

"it's just the water, dear. my hair is acting up again."

you started to open your eyes to see if what he said was true, but he put a hand over your vision.

"i, i am not attractive right now. please, have sweet dreams," he glided his hand over your forehead which made you close your eyes and instantly sleep.

he made sure you are in deep sleep until tomorrow when he is sure he will get the job done. time for revenge.

he got up and went out of their dwelling, meeting his friend who he called upon.

amber eyes stared at him when he saw him, "are you sure? you do know that i can't, and won't, help you."

"yes, if it is for them, i am willing to face everything. even when going against you," he looked at the steely man in front of him.

"... have no worries, i will not meddle in your retaliation. the time is near, get going. i will stay back, as promised, to take care of them until you get back."

your lover nodded, thankful for his friend's consideration, "thank you, i will be eternally grateful to you. excuse me."

both men nodded at each other, the elegant one going out to his adversary and the man with amber eyes going to you, who is slumbering incredibly deeply.

"my dear, forgive me. i love you to the moon and back, let Celestia go to hell for all i care," thunder rumbled through the night skies, as if hearing his declaration of battle.

he teleported to the entrance of this damned nation, and instead of a knock on the door, he raised his hand and let a severe flood wreak havoc upon everyone.

why would he care if innocents die? why would he care if people curse him to death? why would he care if he would die?

why?

they never cared even when you were innocent. they never cared when you were just framed so obviously, but they threw you down until your wings got torn and bloody. they never cared about you.

that should change now.

they will know of your dignified self. oh so regal and majestic, no one should even set their sights upon you – not even his own.

his gaze burned with the thought of you, itching to be within your delicate embrace and alleviating aura, but he used this fire to intensify the torrent silencing the screams of the citizens.

daybreak is near, and he should be done with the first step in his plan before it. with this, he moved on to the grand fortress with hatred in his heart.

"i have to hurry, they might wake up without me nuzzling their neck," he smiled maniacally while summoning his hydro serpents to aid him in this gratifying massacre.

#genshin impact #genshin #... is this fluff or angst #I'll just add both lmao #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin angst #genshin impact angst

[irlkisukeurahara]

do you have any bleach ships you won't go near?

This is edited because I mixed up a few terms.

I'm not typically for things that are considered "comships" but that's a sort of general thing rather than a BLEACH thing. A lot of what might be considered "illegal" is up to interpretation just due to the fact that the BLEACH aging system is non-existent. But typically, if they met when one was a kid and the other was grown, that's a no from me chief.

Actually, I suppose the "can be considered a comship = bad" thing isn't fully true for me. Because the term "comship" often includes toxic ships, not just the pedo stuff. And I'll say, I do like toxic ships sometimes. I like toxic pairings when they're interesting. It's just the kid x adult stuff I don't like.

But there's one that I specifically shit talk all the time, and that's ByaYoru. It falls under the "met when one was a kid and one was grown" category that lots of others do, but it has another layer of it due to how Yoruichi kinda inappropriately treats minors. I mean, I suppose that character trait was ditched later on in the show, but she still touched the kid Byakuya inappropriately regardless and that's just eughhhhh. I guess I make content of them that could be considered "dark" or "comshippy" but I just... Don't call it a ship. I call it dark content. My definition of a ship is different than some people's, I suppose.

There's a lot of ships I don't like due to how I interpret some ages, but it's not like I wouldn't touch them with a 30 ft pole, because again, my interpretation. I would just not interact with it too much. 🤷‍♂️ But BLEACH ages are weird like that, and I might be way wrong about the ages Kubo had in mind. But he won't say them so we have to guess lmao. All we know is the characters that are obvious adults by looking at them, the ones that are obvious kids, and then just... Everyone else. Cause BLEACH.

Idk what else to say? That's kinda my stance on that. I don't really go after people who like these kinda things. The most I'll do is block the tag. Cause even if it's something I find weird, it's absolutely none of my business. I'm the type of man who judges in silence. You won't be free of judgement from me, but I'm not gonna go out of my way to tell you that. Because even if some things might deserve a "wtf is wrong with you"... It won't be me. Cause that's a waste of my time. But there's your answer 👍

#bleach #bleach anime #anime #rambles with miles #tybw #bleach tybw #tw comship

[summerwritesfics]

⛓️So Come And Taste The Reason, I’m Nothing Like The Rest

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang/Hanzo Hasashi Length: 5609 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Flexibility, Rimming, Power Dynamics, No that relationship tag isn’t a typo, Game!Hanzo Hasashi, 2021 Movie!Hanzo Hasashi, Game Hanzo is referred to as Grandmaster Hasashi, Threesome (M/M/M), Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, First Time Topping, Spitroasting, Hand Jobs Kinktober Day 12: Flexibility/Contortionism + Rimming + Power Dynamic

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Notes: “Oh, Summer, you’re writing something related to the 2021 movie? Did you finally watch it?” Hahahaha no. No I havn’t. 🙃 I do know in the Movie Hanzo only really speaks Japanese but uh, well, I need him to speak English so now he does, don’t question it okay? IDK if the power dynamic prompt comes through, it was meant to more be between the two Hanzo’s, with Movie!Hanzo struggling with the fact that Game!Hanzo is technically him, but also technically his superior (Being Grandmaster). Still sick, but still did my best on editing :) This fic makes reference to two OC’s of a sort from some of my past fics, Weena, Kuai Liang’s Dachshund and Lady Vykra, Goddess of Sex and Fertility and Patron Goddess of the Cryomancers. Title is from “Love Bites (So Do I)” by Halestorm.

This timeline was a dark one indeed.

On the surface everything seemed good, the dark did not present in an obvious way. This world’s Hanzo Hasashi had fought adversary, and come out on the otherside. He was alive again, no longer bound to the Netherrealm as a wraith. He had rebuilt the Shirai Ryu, becoming Grandmaster and leading with honour. He had even healed enough to take a new spouse.

But that was where this timeline got dark.

Kuai Liang. The current Sub Zero. Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. Younger brother of Bi-Han.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing if Hanzo ever saw one.

How Grandmaster Hasashi had not realised this was all Lin Kuei trickery was beyond Hanzo. No Lin Kuei would have good intentions. And it did not matter how many times Grandmaster Hasashi claimed Kuai was different to Bi-Han or that other circumstances had lead Kuai to an honourable path. Hanzo wanted to slap his alternate self, remind him what Bi-Han had done to their family, and that if Kuai shared his blood, he was likely just as evil as the elder had been.

He held his tongue only because the two Hasashi’s had gotten into a rather nasty fight over it. Only broken up by Cole and Emily stepping in to stop it. He had promised little Emily that he would drop the subject. Instead, he would just sit and stew in his hatred and disbelief that any version of him could be so moronic.

He sat on the steps of the Fire Gardens, looking out across the yard. Kuai Liang was stood in the courtyard with some Shirai Ryu children, who seemed to be requesting him to make sculptures out of ice. The fact Grandmaster Hasashi trusted this man around children unattended was yet another point of annoyance. If no one else was going to monitor the man, Hanzo certainly would.

What spell does this Lin Kuei temptress cast on him? Hanzo could not understand it. Kuai was handsome, Hanzo could give him that. But he was never the one to fall for just a beautiful face. There had to be more. The Lin Kuei had to be using some tricks or manipulation to wrap Grandmaster Hasashi around his fingers. Playing him like a puppet, before eating the Shirai Ryu alive from the inside.

“Might wanna calm down a bit there, Grandpa,” Cole’s voice called out from behind. Hanzo looked over his shoulder to glare at him. “You’re gonna set the place on fire if you’re not careful.”

Cole gestured down to Hanzo’s hands, which did indeed had small flames surrounding them. Hanzo extinguished them, bringing them to rest on his lap instead. He heard footsteps approach, and seconds later Cole had let himself drop down to sit beside him.

“I know you don’t trust this guy. Hell I’m not sure I do after what his big brother tried to do to my girls.” Cole’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the Lin Kuei. Currently he was helping one of the children skate on a small patch of ice on the floor. “But right now, I’m just gonna have to trust Grandmaster Hasashi’s opinion of him. Maybe he’s right, and he really isn’t anything like the others.”

“He is Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, he is like the rest of them,” Hanzo spat, anger raising at just how easily the children were laughing at Kuai’s antics.

“Maybe,” Cole sighed, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head. “Either way, I’d like to know how the hell they ended up getting married. Like, what does Grandmaster Hasashi see in him?”

“That is exactly the problem,” Hanzo explained. Kuai had returned to solid ground, and was now listening intently to what one of the kids was telling him. For some reason a little girl was kicking her leg up. “There is something more to this, he has seduced my alternate self, but for what gain?”

Kuai nodded toward the little girl, clearly she had been requesting something from him and he was about to oblige. Hanzo watched in anticipation, waiting for him to do something that Hanzo could use as evidence for his bias. Kuai Liang lifted his leg, up, and up, and up, and…

It was practically perpendicular to the rest of his body.

Hanzo felt a strange heat flush over his entire body. He looked down to check he hadn’t set himself on fire, but there was nothing. He looked back across to Kuai Liang, casually just standing there on one leg. How the hell was he able to do that? Hanzo’s groin ached just watching him. He’d never really thought about flexibility as something he found titillating, but clearly he was because otherwise he would not have reacted like this.

Had Kuai Liang used this weakness to seduce his alternate self?

“Oh god,” Cole said, wincing and crossing his legs. “How does he do that without hurting himself?”

“I do not have an answer for you,” Hanzo replied, feeling relieved that Kuai dropped his leg back down, although given that the children were still egging him on, Hanzo had a feeling he wasn’t done just yet.

He was proven right when seconds later, the man slowly began to part his legs, slowly dropping down under he was doing the spilts. So low, his crotch and legs were fully on the floor. It was impressive, and just seemed to invite more of that infernal heat.

“Well, I do believe we just answered the question of what the Grandmaster sees in him,” Cole claimed, still looking slightly horrified despite being clearly impressed.

Hanzo could only grunt in agreement. He really did not need Cole knowing that this was effecting him. He let out a breath when Kuai finally moved his legs and pushed himself to stand up. An adult across the other side was calling the children in to dinner, so it seemed Hanzo could finally stand down his protection.

“We should probably join them,” Cole stated, pushing himself to stand up. Hanzo followed him, although he kept his eyes on Kuai, waving the children goodbye.

He shook his head, following Cole through the corridors and putting Kuai to the back of his mind.

Well, that was what he wanted to do. But as he sat, eating amongst the rebuilt Shirai Ryu, he realised his gaze kept landing on Kuai Liang. The image of that leg going up and not stopping until it was pressed against his chest. Him down on the floor with his legs split. He just couldn’t get the memories out of his mind. He wondered just how flexible Kuai was, wanted to push it and see just how far the man could go. Could he get his leg around his neck? Could he completely double up on himself, both feet about his head?

This was how his other self had fallen, he was sure of it.

And he hated he was falling the exact same way.

The thoughts didn’t stop, even when everyone retired for the evening, and Hanzo was sat alone on the end of the bed, and all he could see was Kuai Liang and his stupid legs. He couldn’t just sit here and stew on this. He had to do something about it.

He crept through the dark hallways, making his way to where he knew Grandmaster Hasashi’s quarters were, and where Kuai Liang would be. He wasn’t surprised that the door was locked. It made sense, even if the idea of being locked in a room with a Lin Kuei made his skin crawl. He let flames consume him, and the next thing he knew he had materialised in the room.

Only Kuai Liang was in the bed, curled up on one side. Where Grandmaster Hasashi was, Hanzo didn’t know, but he wasn’t really concerned by him right now. He made his way over, trying to make as little noise as possible. He did not want to wake the Lin Kuei up. Standing next to the bed, he stared down at Kuai. It would be so easy to kill him right now, break whatever curse was being cast here.

He didn’t though. He grabbed the duvet and threw it off. Underneath Kuai was wearing only a tank top and a pair of sweatpants, and Hanzo hated that the casual sloppy look was a good one on him. He wanted to grab Kuai’s leg, lift it and force it up and just see how far he could make it go.

He reached his hand forward to take Kuai’s ankle in his hand.

The rooms lights suddenly came on.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Hanzo looked over to see Grandmaster Hasashi, standing in the doorway to what looked like a bathroom. Oh. That was where he was. Hanzo hesitated, unsure what exactly he could say that didn’t make this situation look as bad as it actually was. Any panicked response he could give died on his tongue when he heard Kuai stirring beside him.

“What is who doing?” Kuai asked, voice full of sleep as he flipped onto his back. Even with his eyes closed, he frowned, most likely at the feeling of Hanzo’s grip on his ankle. His eyes slowly blinked open, lifting his head just enough to take in the scene in front of him. He stared silently, before letting his head fall back down. “I won’t lie, this is probably one of the weirder things I’ve woken up to.”

“This- This is not how it looks,” Hanzo directed toward Grandmaster Hasashi, who did not look convinced.

“And how exactly does it look?” Grandmaster Hasashi growled, taking a few threatening steps forward.

“I wasn’t here to kill him,” Hanzo tried, and then immediately realised that was probably the worst thing he could have said.

“You expect me to believe that?” Grandmaster Hasashi snarled, now almost in Hanzo’s face. “You havn’t exactly hidden your contempt for him. You think I’m stupid enough to believe you wouldn’t try something when my back is turned?”

“This is a misunderstanding-“

“Honey,” Kuai called, getting both Hasashi’s attention, although he was still laying back on the bed. “I think if he was trying to kill me, one he’d have weapons, and two I don’t think my ankle would be the part of my body he’d take hold of.”

Hanzo’s eyes trailed down to where he was still gripping that ankle. He looked back up at Grandmaster Hasashi, who seemed to be considering what had been said.

“Speak,” Grandmaster Hasashi ordered, and despite effectively staring in a mirror, Hanzo still felt that twinge inside to obey the Shirai Ryu Grandmaster’s orders.

“Your attachment to him troubles me,” Hanzo began, trying to ignore that it was only Kuai’s interference that had allowed him to explain himself. “I was trying to figure out what it is about him that draws you in so.”

“By sneaking into my room at night?” Grandmaster Hasashi questioned, head tilted and looking at Hanzo like he was stupid. The Grandmaster’s face screwed up slightly. “But- Why are you holding his ankle?”

“I-“ Hanzo hesitated, suddenly realising there was no way he came out of this looking good. He either looked like a creep at best or a complete pervert at worst. He could not win.

“If I might add in my theory, based on my expert knowledge of men named Hanzo Hasashi,” Kuai began pushing himself up to sit up just enough to rest back on his arms. Despite talking so clearly, he still looked half asleep. “I am going to assume earlier when the children were asking me to show off my flexibility, that our esteemed guest was watching and had the same sexual realisation you did when you saw me do it the first time.”

There was pure silence for a minute. Hanzo wanted to deny it, but no words were coming from his mouth. Kuai smirked to himself.

“That is what I thought,” Kuai continued, and Hanzo felt himself shudder at how those words were practically purred. He really was starting to fall under the same spell, wasn’t he?

“I- I am so sorry,” Hanzo replied, shame taking over. He wasn’t sure if Kuai’s chuckle helped or just made it worse.

“You know all you had to do was ask, right?” Kuai questioned, his eyes half lidded, and a smirk on his face. “I’m more than happy to show off my flexibility, especially to Hanzo Hasashi.”

“Really?” Grandmaster Hasashi huffed, looking at Kuai with a displeased look. It didn’t seem sincere however, more playful. “You’re really flirting with him, while I’m right here?”

Kuai pursed his lips. “Are you seriously getting jealous of yourself?”

Grandmaster Hasashi opened his mouth as if to argue, but quickly shut it. A few seconds of silence later, he muttered, “shut up.” He folded his arms in front of his chest. “Didn’t think Kenshi was serious about your first thought upon seeing him.”

“Hm, what?” Kuai suspiciously asked, although his eyes were wide and innocent looking.

“Oh, don’t even try to pretend your first though wasn’t “I could take two of him”. Kenshi’s already told me.” Grandmaster Hasashi’s statement took Hanzo off guard and he returned his full attention back to Kuai, who looked mildly annoyed.

“I’m really starting to dislike Kenshi,” Kuai said as he let himself flop back down onto the bed. “Anyway, unless you both want a spontaneous threesome, please can I go back to sleep now?”

Hanzo didn’t really know what to say to that. There was a strange part of him that wanted to take Kuai up on the offer. He still didn’t trust the man, but it was undeniable at this point that he was attracted to him. If Grandmaster Hasashi believed his Harumi would forgive him for sleeping with Kuai, then why shouldn’t Hanzo believe the same in his?

His eyes met Grandmaster Hasashi’s, and they just stared at each other for a long moment. Grandmaster Hasashi gave a snort of a laugh.

“Well, Hanzo, what do you want to do?” Grandmaster Hasashi questioned, like he already knew the answer, but just wanted to torture Hanzo by making him say it. Hanzo didn’t reply, but Grandmaster Hasashi gave a cruel grin as if he’d just thought of something. “You know when your Grandmaster asks a question it is expected you give him one, right?”

Oh gods. That wasn’t fair, this man was him, and just because he was in a position of power Hanzo didn’t acquire didn’t make that fact null. Yet, there was that part of him, still loyal to the Shirai Ryu and forever would be. In a weird way, Grandmaster Hasashi was his Grandmaster, and that fact was making his head spin.

“Doubly so when you still have your hand on his husband.”

Hanzo looked down to see he really was still holding Kuai’s leg. He let go, using his hands to straighten his yukata, before looking Grandmaster Hasashi dead in the eye.

“I would like to have sex with your husband, Grandmaster.”

Kuai made a whine from the bed, “Why do you people hate sleep?”

“So you don’t really want a passionate threesome with me and my clone here?” Grandmaster Hasashi asked in Kuai’s direction. There was a beat of silence, before Kuai’s eyes opened and glared at both Hanzo’s.

“I’m starting to dislike you too, by the way.” He yawned and finally pushed himself to sit up straight. He rubbed a hand over his face, while muttering, “Lady Vykra give me strength.” Kuai took a deep breath, holding his hands out in front of him. “Okay, but just know, that if this isn’t the most mind blowing sex I’ve ever had in my life I’m going to have Weena lick you to death.”

Grandmaster Hasashi’s eyes flicked over to Hanzo as he clarified, “Weena is his dog, and that sentence wasn’t as weird as it sounded.”

“Even with the context, that sentence was still strange,” Hanzo replied, “why would you not have the dog tear him apart?”

“Mostly because she’s only about so big-“ Kuai gestured to measure the rough size of Weena, from the bed to his hand was only a few inches. “And the most vicious thing she’s ever done is wake me up by jumping onto my stomach as I slept.”

Hanzo briefly wondered why the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei would have such a small and effectively harmless dog, but he supposed she could be a puppy and he was still training her to be an attack animal.

He was so caught up on the issue of the dog, that he had barely even acknowledged the fact that all three of them had come to the agreement of sex. He felt his stomach flip. He’d always realised that he had some attraction to men, but he’d never actually had sex with anyone outside of Harumi. He wasn’t entirely sure what this would require.

“You look a little lost,” Kuai suddenly chimed up, giving Hanzo a look he could only describe as sultry. He help up his hand, and with a single finger beckoned Hanzo to him. “Don’t worry, we will be your guide.”

Hanzo followed the order, feeling strange about following the command of a Lin Kuei. He approached the side of the bed, crawling over to where Kuai was. Kuai’s legs were open but Hanzo just sat between them, not entirely sure what he was supposed to be doing. He kept his hands balled up on his lap.

“You can touch me, you know,” Kuai informed him, tilting his head and laughing. “I don’t bite, that’s Hanzo’s job.”

Hanzo felt himself balk at that, hating the way both Kuai and Grandmaster Hasashi began to laugh. Grandmaster Hasashi was on the bed now too, sitting next to Kuai, placing a hand on the mans chest and pushing him to lie back down. Hanzo somewhat took it as the confirmation he needed that touching was fine, and he knew immediately what he wanted to do.

He grabbed one of Kuai’s calves, lifting the leg off the bed. Grandmaster Hasashi looked at him as if trying to figure out what he was trying to do. Kuai seemed to already know, and even helped by making it easier for Hanzo to push his leg all the way up. He didn’t stop until Kuai’s foot was practically behind his head.

“You are really caught up on this, aren’t you?” Kuai giggled, biting his lip as he did.

“How does this not hurt you?” Hanzo questioned, baffled by how casual Kuai seemed in what must have been an uncomfortable position.

“I’m lucky, I guess,” Kuai replied. He reached a hand up to brush some of Hanzo’s hair out of his face. His fingers were cold, yet somehow it didn’t bother him. “You’re so handsome, no matter what timeline you’re from.”

Hanzo felt himself falter, looking over to Grandmaster Hasashi, fearful that he’d be envious that his husband was complimenting him. He didn’t look all that bothered. Hanzo wondered if this was not the first time they’d had a third member in their bed. Who else had come before him?

“What is it you want from this, Hanzo?” Kuai asked again, running his hands through Hanzo’s hair.

“I-“ Hanzo felt his mouth going dry. “I don’t know. I have never been with another man before.” He’d heard how how same sex partnerships worked from others. He wasn’t sure, but he knew one party tended to be the receiver, and he wasn’t sure if that was what was expected from him. “I know enough but-“

“You don’t know what position you are going to be in?” Grandmaster Hasashi guessed, and Hanzo nodded. “Which do you want to be in?”

There was a part of him that considered asking to be the receiver, just to see what it was like, but the more rational part told him it was too much for a first time. Maybe if this lead to something more, he’d build up the courage, but for now, this was probably for the best.

“I would prefer to be the one to give?” He hadn’t intended that to come out as a question. He was sure there had to be some better terminology he was not familiar with.

“That would be what’s called topping,” Grandmaster Hasashi informed him, “and if that is what you would prefer, it’s how this will go.”

Hanzo felt Kuai pushing to try and put his leg back down, prompting Hanzo to finally let go. Once it was down Kuai arched off the bed slightly, pulling his shirt up. Hanzo watched in fascination as the item of clothing was removed and discarded. Hanzo looked Kuai up and down. Aside from a few scars that broke up his skin, his body was beautiful. Hanzo touched Kuai’s stomach, raking his fingers down Kuai’s skin.

Grandmaster Hasashi on the other hand was reaching down for Kuai’s bottoms and beginning to pull them down. Hanzo somewhat followed suit, grabbing the other side. Kuai lifted his hips just enough for them both to begin pulling them down. His legs lifted so he could remove them without Hanzo having to move. Once the pants were completely gone, thrown off onto the floor, Hanzo took a moment to take in the other man’s fully naked body. His half hard cock lay on his stomach, looking quite pretty and inviting.

“Do you want to know how to make him feel good?” Grandmaster Hasashi asked, and Hanzo swallowed because he did. Grandmaster Hasashi reached for both Kuai’s legs, pulling and lifting until only his shoulders and head were on the bed. Grandmaster Hasashi lent forward, adjusting his grip so he was holding Kuai’s ass in both hands.

Hanzo was absolutely shocked when Grandmaster Hasashi lent forward, and swiped his tongue against Kuai’s hole.

And even more shocked at the loud lewd moan Kuai made at the action.

“That-“ He paused, watching the way Grandmaster Hasashi’s tongue circled the rim. “That really feels good?”

“Y-Yes,” Kuai moaned, as Grandmaster Hasashi pulled away.

Hanzo cleared his throat, and shuffled closer. He had no idea what he was doing but he guessed he had to try. As his head got close enough, he hesitated. Grandmaster Hasashi chuckled.

“Use the flat of your tongue,” He commanded, and Hanzo once more battled with that feeling of wanting to obey VS the mirror of his face. Still he did as he was told, lightly lapping against Kuai’s hole. Kuai made a humming sound, and he felt disappointed that it wasn’t like the one made for the Grandmaster’s tongue. “Keep at it, harder.”

Hanzo nodded at the order, licking across while pressing his tongue a lot harder. This time Kuai made a sweet sound. For some reason, it spurred Hanzo on, as he continued to work his tongue across. Grandmaster Hasashi was watching him critically.

“Now, work your tongue inside,” Grandmaster Hasashi told him. Hanzo just decided that in this situation, he didn’t have much other choice but to do as he was told.

He pressed the tip of his tongue against the rim, trying his best to push inside. The ring of muscle was quite tightly wound, but his saliva seemed to help him glide in a little easier. He wasn’t sure how far to go, and stopped at just the tip, swirling it around and that earned him another loud groan.

“Alternate between that and licking around the outside,” Grandmaster Hasashi guided, reaching for Kuai’s cock, and starting to give it a slow long stroke.

He followed the instruction, pulling out and lapping around Kuai’s hole before plunging his tongue back in. As Hanzo began to start a pattern with this, Grandmaster Hasashi pulled away and reached for the drawer beside his bed. He pulled out a small bottle of something, but Hanzo wasn’t sure what it was.

“Next,” Grandmaster Hasashi began as he gestured for Hanzo to pull away. As Hanzo did, the Grandmaster undid the lid of bottle. “Hold out your hand.” Hanzo gingerly held out his hand and Grandmaster Hasashi squeezed the bottle, a thick liquid squirting onto his fingers. “Now, work one finger inside him.”

Hanzo frowned, but tried, pushing a single finger against Kuai’s hole and working it inside. Kuai sighed, and Hanzo instinctively began to thrust the finger in and out. It was curious, whatever the liquid was seemed to lubricate his finger, helping it have a smoother entrance. Still despite this, Kuai didn’t seem to be making any noises to indicate he was enjoying this.

“Why exactly am I doing this? He doesn’t seem to be finding it pleasurable?” Hanzo questioned, feeling a little bad about talking about Kuai as if he wasn’t there.

“This is more to prepare him.” Prepare him? He supposed he understood, it wasn’t like a vagina that would self lubricate but was the finger necessary. “You need to stretch him first so he can take you.”

“Oh.” Hanzo felt embarrassed that something like that never crossed his mind.

“A second finger, now,” Grandmaster Hasashi said, either oblivious to or ignoring Hanzo’s awkwardness.

Hanzo did as he was told however, slipping another finger inside Kuai Liang. As he worked, he understood better what Grandmaster Hasashi meant. The more he pumped his fingers, the more the muscles loosened. Soon he was being instructed to put in a third finger, and then a forth, and by that Kuai was once again making those noises.

“Alright, he’s ready for you,” Grandmaster Hasashi informed him, and Hanzo pulled his fingers free. As he did, the Grandmaster slapped down against Kuai’s ass, make the man jump slightly. “How do you want him?”

Hanzo was feeling bolder, he guided Kuai’s body back down, letting his back rest against the mattress again. He wasn’t going to let those lets down however, pushing them up so Kuai was practically bent in half. Kuai automatically hooked his arms under his knees, keeping his legs up against him. Grandmaster Hasashi handed him the bottle, and Hanzo took it. He could guess where he was supposed to coat with it.

He reached for his trousers, pulling them down slightly, just enough for his cock to be free. He squirted some of the liquid onto his hand, before using that to coat himself in it.

Once satisfied, he rutted up against Kuai Liang, grasping his cock in one hand and trying to aim it for his entrance. When he could feel it against him, he began to push forward, Kuai gasping as it was pushed inside. He was slow, not sure how fast he could go least he cause pain or damage, but eventually he had bottomed out.

He reached his hands forward, grabbing Kuai’s ankles to use as leverage. He risked a thrust, trying to see what the reaction would be. Kuai moaned, his grip on his legs tightening ever so slightly. Taking that as permission to continue, he began to jerk his hips, fairly shallow at first, but he soon found his ability to hold back quickly being eaten away.

Something about the way Kuai was looking up at him with doe eyes, in such a vulnerable position was spurring him on. Maybe it had been so many years of solitude and celibacy in the Netherrealm, this the first taste of sexuality he’d had since Harumi was taken from him and his own death. Maybe it was a vindictive part of him that saw the man below him as the only remaining family of the man who murdered his family, that made him want Kuai to cry and scream his name in pleasure as a way to spit in Bi-Han’s face.

He hadn’t even really registered how swiftly he’d rocked into a fast rough pace, pistoling in and out of Kuai Liang. His fingernails dug into Kuai’s ankles, and Hanzo knew that there would be marks but in that moment he didn’t care. Kuai’s insides practically clung to him, and Hanzo had forgotten how pleasurable this could be.

Grandmaster Hasashi brought a hand down to Kuai’s face, stroking his hair out of his face, and asking “So, how is he?”

Those innocent eyes turned mischievous for a second as Kuai got out between his pants, “he’s better than you~”

Grandmaster Hasashi rolled his eyes, clearly very used to Kuai being a little shit. He hated to admit there was something exciting about that. Grandmaster Hasashi, signalled for Hanzo to let go of the ankle closest to him. Hanzo did so, letting that leg drop slightly. Then Grandmaster Hasashi was reaching into his trousers, pulling his cock out with one hand with the other twisted Kuai’s face slightly into his direction. The Grandmaster repositioned himself slightly, patting his cock against Kuai’s lips.

Kuai shot him a bored look, before opening his mouth, and Grandmaster Hasashi unceremoniously thrusting his cock inside.

“Fuck him as hard as you like,” Grandmaster Hasashi informed him, like Hanzo wasn’t already doing that. As if the way his movements weren’t causing an audible slapping sound every time his pelvis hit Kuai’s ass. “He only ever learns not to provoke when he’s being fucked hard.”

And with that, Grandmaster Hasashi began to thrust himself, his hand grabbing the back of Kuai’s head to keep it in place. With the position he was in, Kuai could do nothing but let the two Hanzo’s have at him, and yet again something about that lit a fire inside Hanzo. He didn’t think he could have been more rough, but he was becoming desperate now. Seeing Kuai’s cheeks go red as Grandmaster Hasashi repeatedly fucked into his throat was just all the more satisfying.

Hanzo looked down, watching Kuai’s cock bobbing neglected and red, a pool of precum on his stomach. Hanzo reached down, taking it in his fist. Kuai squealed at the touched, trying to look over at Hanzo from is position. He began to stroke, trying to keep up with his own speed. He could see Kuai’s eyes rolling back in his head ever so slightly.

It wasn’t long after Hanzo had taken hold of him, that Kuai came, white painting his chest in an impressive display. As he did, he clenched down on Hanzo and with a final thrust and a primal scream, he was also coming, deep inside Kuai’s ass.

He continued to move his hips, chasing the aftershocks of his pleasure, while using his hand to milk Kuai until he had nothing left to give.

Grandmaster Hasashi continued for a bit longer, and as Hanzo softened inside Kuai, he just sat and watched the other version of him go at it. Kuai’s eyes were hazy, lips clamped around Hanzo’s cock. Hanzo suddenly wanted to know what that mouth felt like. Fuck it, when he was returned to his own timeline, he was going to have to find his worlds Kuai Liang, and he would do everything within his power to seduce the other man. Try all these things and sate every curiousoisty he could think of.

Grandmaster Hasashi suddenly pulled out, just as he was cumming. His cum splashed across Kuai’s face, as Grandmaster Hasashi took hold of his cock and made sure not a drop wasn’t on the Lin Kuei’s face.

When he was finally finished, Kuai looked up at him with an unimpressed glare.

“You are such a prick,” He grumbled, trying to push his other leg down and prompting Hanzo to let go. Hanzo also took this as an opportunity to pull out. As Kuai sat up, Hanzo thought to himself that the other man looked oddly fetching with cum on his face.

“Well, I figured you were going to have to clean yourself up anyway,” Grandmaster Hasashi said in a smug tone. Still his face softened after a few minutes, “So, was it the most mind blowing sex you’ve ever had.”

“It was up there,” Kuai drawled, but when he looked over to Hanzo he winked. Hanzo actually found himself laughing at that. “You are safe from Weena’s wraith for now.”

“Well, that’s good.” Grandmaster Hasashi lent in to give Kuai Liang a kiss, far too tender for what they’d just done. It made Hanzo’s heart ache, but in a good way? Like maybe, after all the shit he’d been through, there really was hope for him to find love again. “Do you need anything?”

“I am going to clean myself up,” Kuai matter of factly stated, and flipped himself over the edge of the bed. “And then, I’m going to fucking sleep at last.”

And with that, Kuai was sauntering across the room to presumably the bathroom. Hanzo felt bad that his eyes were lingering on Kuai’s ass, especially with how red it was from the abuse it had suffered. He looked away quickly, already feeling bad but feeling worse when he saw how lovingly Grandmaster Hasashi looked at him.

“So, is your curiosity sated?” Grandmaster Hasashi asked, once the door was shut behind Kuai.

“My initial curiosity, yes.” He stared at the closed door for a few seconds, before looking at the Grandmaster. “It appears to have inspired more, however.”

“Yeah, Kuai Liang has that effect on people,” Grandmaster Hasashi absentmindedly agreed, stroking a hand through his hair.

“Out of curiosity, how exactly did you win him over?” After all, if he even had a chance with his timelines Kuai Liang, he wanted to get an idea of the best approached.

Grandmaster Hasashi gave him a dark smirk, “maybe we can discuss that tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” Hanzo agreed, smiling to himself.

Maybe this timeline wasn’t as dark as he initially thought.

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

[rottmntsimp]

can you do donnie x reader who frequently makes him hand-made gifts? Like jackets, crocheted hats, baked treats, paintings, etc.

Handicraft

Pairing(s): Donnie x Gift Giver!Reader A/N: See how I got this request done the day it was requested, since I chose to write it as headcanons, but I'm struggling to post the oneshot that's been in the drafts for a month 💀 Anyways, I think it's pretty clear I love talking about love languages NDKJSDKS

Donnie

💜 - Oh boy, am I gonna have fun with this one >:] (FYI I'm gonna dig into Donnie's love languages a bit)

💜 - OK so, as you might know, gift giving is one of the 5 main love languages, alongside many other minor ones

💜 - And I think we can all collectively agree, that gift giving is definitely Donnie's number one love language

💜 - He struggles with verbally showing appreciation [words of affirmation] and sometimes has difficulties with physical contact [physical touch]

💜 - So, my boy's gonna have to find another way to show his affection

💜 - And in comes the gift giving <3

💜 - Ok ok, onto you!

💜 - In my opinion, his reaction, well more specifically his thought process, might vary depending on how deep into the relationship you start making him things

💜 - Early on? Well, he'll gladly take them, maybe even just store it away somewhere safe if its something more long lasting, like idk a bracelet

💜 - Might be shy about wearing it in public

💜 - Ok well maybe not shy, more like embarrassed...of his brothers' teasing-

💜 - But if you're further along the line, then hell yeah

💜 - He'd wear any clothing and/or accessories you made with pride (as long as they're the right materials and don't get in his way or irritate his skin in anyway)

💜 - He don't care what his brothers have to say, cuz at this point, he's used to it

💜 - Can and will show off your stuff to the others

💜 - If you ever draw him anything or make him like a little clay figurine or something

💜 - You bet it's going straight to the shelf. Which one you ask? Well, only the one with the limited edition Jupiter Jim action figure, of course-

💜 - He makes sure it somewhere up high enough to not be damaged incase one of his inventions go haywire, but close enough so that if he's ever feeling down or unmotivated, he can just take a quick peek at it and BOOM- he's back, baby!

💜 - If you're the artsy kind, and you like to make stickers, oh lord-

💜 - If y'all have been together for a while, then he's probably going to let you stick a few here and there on bridge of his goggles, and maybe the little thing on his battle shell where it's on his shoulders? Straps? Idk man-

💜 - Now if you're the kind who likes to bake and/or cook, things get a little trickier

💜 - If it's something that suits his palette, then hell yeah, he might munch on it sometime outside the lab (No eating in labs kids)

💜 - But if it doesn't, don't worry these aren't going to waste

💜 - He'll give them to his brothers, Splinter, or even April if she's around

💜 - He'll make sure to stress that fact that he still appreciates it. I mean, you two could be in his lab, and he might be like, "I appreciate the cookies, by the way. I'll make sure my brothers send their regards after they've finished shoveling the remains into their mouths-"

💜 - And later, you two could be gaming together, and he might just pipe up and be like "Oh yeah, I appreciate you taking time out of your day to bake something for my brothers and I-"

💜 - Oh and expect him to make some stuff for you too

💜 - Gadgets, fidget toys, you name it

💜 - If it's tech, it's yours, love

💜 - By y'all's one year anniversary, expect to have a drawer, if not, a full set of shelves, filled with all the things he's given/made for you

💜 - I mean, you didn't expect him to not reciprocate, no? <3

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[ghost-town-story]

Songs get a minimum one (1) listen before they’re fair game for Band AU integration

Unless it’s AtC in which case I’m halfway through this song and already thinkin them Band AU thoughts lol

#writing #shitposting #band au #atc; atl; dgd; sws are all automatic band au bands #look i don't make the rules i just enforce them lol #i don't make the rules i just vibe #ooooh okay i might like the lec version better cause of the guy #(idk who tf lec is other than he's a dude lmao) #*guys apparently #summer and james and liam #riviera and jaybird and dragonheart #idk man i'm just rambling in the tags now as i finish listening to the lec version lol #i'm not listening with headphones so i can't hear half the words but #'you ain't seen nothing yet' #that's a. powerful gotdamn mood for band au #anyhoot i'll shut up now lol #ramble ramble: tag edition #tag update from almost a month later: #apparently LEC means league of legends #and the two dudes are just. random announcer dudes #ah the things you discover by randomly watching behind the scenes videos on youtube #and then proceeding to pester your lol playing partner about all things lol and lec lmao

[spoopy-fish-writes]

—That little demon!

Suitor(s): Clavis

TW: Medicine mention

Genre: Platonic??? I guess??? Idk, help

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Platonic relationship || Clavis radiates bitch sibling energy because he is the bitch sibling

"Haha, what's gotten you all ruffled?"

Groaning, you raised your head off of your bed to glare at the man who had come into your room unannounced and without knocking.

Maybe you should tell Sariel. Ha, you knew you wouldn't but it would be interesting to see how the third Prince would react to you blackmailing him like that.

Ah, maybe another time. You were too tired for the moment.

Your head was pounding but that was to be expected.

With each little and major prank Clavis had pulled, you'd been dragged to and fro to deal with the aftermath. He was a nuisance at best, and an outright terror at worst; much like a younger or older sibling, he got too much of a kick out of your suffering and annoyance.

"Not now Clavis." What you had intended to be an order came out more as a defeated plea, a whine leaving your lips as you flopped your face back into the bed covers that you had haphazardly tossed yourself on to upon entering your room to escape from the cause of your current misery.

He laughed at your suffering, not even bothering to hide it, ever reminiscent of the little demon that he was, and let out a sigh of contentment when he was finally done.

"Ah, well, places to be and even more people to bother so I'll come back later." To torment you some more, you were sure. "I'll come by before I leave for the town with some painkillers. You might want them for your headache."

You whipped your head up faster than was necessary to glare at him again. This prince-! He really did take too much joy in seeing you suffer. Of course he knew how annoying he was! Damn him, doing all of this on purpose..!

"You-!"

"Well, goodbye now." And, with that, he was out of your room, the door shutting behind him as he presumably went to got and get the painkillers he mentioned.

While the gesture was appreciated he was still absolutely insufferable and still very much-

You threw a pillow at the door. "Clavis!"

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