#knives sure as fuck didn't lmao

[tradingjack]

There's no turning back.

... Is there anyone who'll be able to survive what lies ahead?

#millions knives #trimax #trigun spoilers #knives sure as fuck didn't lmao #ending my sick drawing saga with this one <3 i feel better now thx #yeah i'll give knives the piano piece. fuck you #i do love drawing knives beautiful. i loved doing the detailing on this one tbh it was a ton of fun #now i am less confident in the background but. what can you do :3 what i get for trying not to use red ig #it's so interesting that quote is from elendira too. she really just wanted to watch the world burn. get it girl <3 #manga #illustration #artists on tumblr #drawing #my art #comic #fanart #trigun #i've been drawing too much knives for someone who likes other characters way better lmao. listen. im still processing the uhh #my own sibling trauma ok #drawing diablo vash is therapeutic in a similar way tbh lmfao

[al4dy]

My addiction [Amber. F]

Pairing: Amber Freeman x fem!reader

Summary: You've been having encounters with Ghostface and now you find yourself addicted.

Warnings: toxic relationship, sick love, mention of drugs(?), addictions, sadism, knife play, violence, blood, knives and things like that. Not proofread, sorry. +16 only, please.

a/n: My friend @jennacarioca was sad and I started writing this to her since she likes Amber (It's shameful how long it took me to write just this little bit), and also her birthday is almost knocking on the door, so it will be two birds with one stone. (english is definitely not my first language and this'll be kinda obvious lmao sorry again)

What makes addiction an addiction? The release of dopamine is one of the factors, that's for sure. The hormone that brings you happiness, pleasure, satisfaction, just as it can also bring you into deep, unforgiving waters and make you drown in these temporary sensations. Something that gives you so many good feelings can - if you're not careful - be your downfall.

Already showing signs of addiction you would recklessly look for things that release this rush of sensations just to feel something similar again.

It's just fucking hard to get out of an addiction, especially if you've been doing it for a while. Sometimes you may end up not getting rid of it even if you want with all your might, because deep down you know that maybe nothing will give you those same sensations.

And that's exactly what was happening to you. Your addiction was consuming you, slowly corrupting you, leaving you rotten and dependent on these sensations, this type of adrenaline– And there's only one person in the world capable of making you feel something like that; Woodsboro's most wanted serial killer.

Your body carried dagger cuts, some still healing and others already healed. Your throat had the perfect imprint of the hand Ghostface used to squeeze it, to choke you until you begged for air, for mercy. All of this was enough sign for you to get out of this fucked up situation, look for help, run as far away...

But how could you? None of that compared to the feeling of those soft lips tracing moist kisses down your neck, whispering words of comfort, sweet words that no one had said to you before. The feeling of those slightly pointed canine teeth grazing your sensitive skin to the point where blood can be seen; it was an agonizing pain, but then their tongue slid over the spot so gently, eliciting a drawn out moan from you.

Now that you put yourself in this situation, you couldn't get out.

The cold night breeze tickled your skin, goosebumps spread over every inch of your body but it definitely wasn't because of that. No, the cold breeze didn't play even the slightest role in how your body was completely rigid, or how - even slightly - you were shaking. It was because of the person dressed in a black cloak in front of you; their face being hidden by a Ghostface mask.

At this point you should be feeling the cold metal of the dagger slowly sliding across your skin - not too deep, but deep enough to make Ghostface pleased to see your pained expression and the crimson liquid running from the cut -, but now what you felt was the fabric of their glove against your skin, making small circles on your neck with the index finger.

You were used to this game. It was a pattern and you discovered it pretty quickly. Ghostface likes to hurt you not only physically, but also mentally: One night they like to play with you, especially with knives, restricting you and any disobedience would be another cut on your body. Over the next few nights they shower you with affection, treat you like a princess, say the most romantic things and make you feel loved like never before. Only to disappear for a few weeks, leaving you distressed, anxious, needing more. That's when Ghostface comes back again and the cycle continues, exactly in that order.

“You keep coming at me, why?” the voice was modulated, but the soft way they spoke to you made the air in your lungs empty in seconds. You're feeling uneasy, you could feel your stomach turn from feeling your body heating up. You hated it, it was ridiculous- however, you still wanted to keep feeling that way.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out, it was as if a lump had formed in your throat, preventing you from saying anything.

“Come on love… you know exactly what to say.”

“B-Because I love you.” You felt your stomach drop, you always did. It didn't feel right to say those words, not in this situation and definitely not to that person.

As soon as the words completely slipped out of your mouth, a robotic laugh was heard in that dark and deserted alley. “Oh god- that never fails to make me laugh!”

“As much as I like to hear you say it, you don't love me, baby. You love how I make you feel.” You lowered your gaze to the dirty floor, but it didn't last long as the same hand that made small circles on your neck grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at them. A gasp left your lips. “Look at me while we’re talking.” Ghostface had a threatening tone. You could tell they were smiling and enjoying it.

You were completely right, you just confirmed it when they took off that mask.

As soon as the mask was off your breath hitch. No matter how many times you saw Amber taking off that mask, you always got the same reaction. Having those intense eyes staring at you dead in the eye made you want to squeeze your thighs together. It was as if all that uneasy feeling disappeared as soon as you saw her face.

Amber had a cheek-to-cheek smile on her lips; a smile that make you shiver from head to toe in fear. That was definitely what people call a “maniacal smile”. She tightened her grip on your chin.

Your eyes were seen so much clearly now, your frown said that you were thinking about getting rid of this touch because it was really hurting, but the way you swallowed hard and sighed with your lips parted right away put everything Amber needed to know on the table.

You still wanted her, you still needed her even though she treated you like that and that was just a trigger for her to continue.

“Hmm...” The hand that held your chin firmly slid slowly down your jaw. “But it’s okay if you don’t love me, because I definitely love you.” The sinister smile on her lips gave way to a softer one, you could have sworn it was something more tender.

“Let’s get out of this alley so I can love you completely, okay?”

It was always the same question, you knew that after that night it would take days for you to see her again. You knew she would make you go to heaven only to pull you straight to hell.

But you don't care, do you? As long as you're able to be with Amber - as long as she can make you feel alive even though she's killing you slowly -, you'd go to hell blindfolded.

“Yes.” You said quietly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes love."

#That wasn't the initial idea lmao #scream #scream 5 #scream franchise #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #amber freeman x you #mikey madison #scream movie #fem!reader #wlw

[leighsartworks216]

I Come With Knives Pt5

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Am I happy with this chapter? I think so??? I think I was trying to get it to go somewhere it didn't want to go before but I'm happy with how it ends now. I don't know if the words I'm saying make sense I'm so tired lmao

This chapter was inspired by A Lover's Folly (the chapter Fear of Losing It, specifically) by @tripleyeeet! Please go give it a read it's so fucking good

Warnings: angst, blood, murder, canon-typical violence, swearing, hints to a panic attack, Macbeth reference

Word Count: 2,103

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“A mystical and dangerous people, we travel the land, never settling in one place. We steal your chickens, curse your crops, seduce your daughters - your friend here has heard it all, I’m sure.” You look at Astarion from the corner of your eye. Despite his cool, confident demeanor, you can see how tense he is. He’s staring at the man before you like a steak on a silver platter. “I wish I had half the power settled folk think my people possess. Alas, I am a simple wanderer. A simple wanderer and monster hunter. But I’m no witchdoctor or cut-throat.”

“So what monster are you hunting?”

Astarion pipes in, a devious smirk playing on his lips. You’re shocked the self-proclaimed monster hunter does not take notice of his fangs or the punctures on his neck. Though, Astarion’s are far less prominent than yours - you feel fortunate to have a high collar. “Something terrifying, no doubt. Dragon? Cyclops?” He paused, a teasing lilt in his voice as he adds, “Kobold?”

Gandrel chuckles. “Nothing so dramatic. Actually, this quarry is a bit unusual. My people got word of a missing person, stolen in the night by a vampire. It’s unlikely they’re still alive, but with any luck we’ll find the kidnapper.”

You swallow, but the hunter doesn’t seem to notice. Astarion can hear the spike in your heart rate. “That’s not much to go on.”

“You’re right about that. We do know the victim’s name, though there’s not much work can be done with that save wander around shouting for them.” He tells you the name, and your heart drops. You make a good effort not to show it. Your face is still neutral as before, your body stiffly in position, but with a glance Astarion can see the way your eyes are distant. They flicker over Gandrel’s face, assessing the threat he possesses. You’re trying to work up a plan, an escape route, anything - but fear clouds your thoughts. Astarion can smell the anxiety wafting off you, even through the hunter’s stench.

This shouldn’t be as big of a problem as your mind makes it to be. You could lie, tell him you weren’t stolen, tell him you ran away. Perhaps he would take money for his silence. But what if he chose to take you back anyway? What if she is providing a much higher reward than anything you can offer? You can’t go back. You can’t.

Astarion clears his throat and steps forward. “And if you find them? Where will you be taking them, exactly?”

“With any luck? I’d be taking them back to Berdusk.”

Berdusk. Being able to place a name to the city of your tormentor somehow made it worse. You knew where she resided now - you could simply take a detour from Baldur’s Gate and kill her. But, that would mean going back. Walking within reach of her clutches. You could almost feel her hot breath against your neck. Her nails digging into your skin. You can’t go back to that.

“Are you alright?” Your mind is forced back into your body when the Gur directs his question at you. You search your mind for an excuse, but fall hopelessly short.

Astarion steps in where you falter. “Ah, yes, you remember then, darling?” He speaks, then, to the Gur. “I believe we heard that name along our travels. A mere whisper on the wind.”

The hunter lights up. “Really? Any information you have would be invaluable to my mission.”

He taps his chin, frowning in fake thought. “It’s a bit foggy - we must have crossed paths weeks ago by now. If only I could remember…” He looks at the Gur from the corner of his eye, smirking. “Perhaps I can be enticed to recall just where they went.”

The man sighs. He reaches for his coin purse. Your heart leaps into your throat. He’s reaching for a weapon. He knows who you are. He’s going to kill you. He knows what Astarion is. He’s going to kill you both.

When your mind catches up, the man is on the ground. You kneel over him. Two hands hold your dagger within his eye, hilt-deep. The other stares blankly up at you, mouth gaped around a silent scream. Droplets of blood marr your face, mere specks of warmth and wet.

“Shit.”

Astarion grabs your shoulder, but your mind is still consumed by fear and paranoia. You whirl around, bloody blade bared at the vampire. Your grip is all wrong - you’re terrified. He steps back, hands raised. Your eyes flicker across his face over and over again, but you don’t see him. In his place is a stranger. Someone ready to steal you, haul you back to Berdusk, back to your master.

“As much as I love the offer, now isn’t the time,” he quips. He kneels down slowly, getting to eye-level. His whole face is dark. The reference to sex is completely masked by his seriousness. “You’re safe. You’re not going back - not if I can help it.”

Your hands shake. Drops of blood fall off the knife, landing in the dirt without a sound. His blood. This man’s blood.

Gods, what have you done?

You drop the knife like it burns you to hold it. It clatters to the ground with a dull thud. You didn’t notice before the blood staining your fingers, but you do now. It’s all you can notice. Well, that, and the body beside you.

“I-I killed him,” you stammer out, barely a whisper. Astarion says nothing. He realizes the irony in your guilt just as much as you. “I didn’t even think- I didn’t… Gods.”

Your thoughts are consumed by the red stains. You have to get them off. You have to rid yourself of this ever-growing weight in your stomach. But you don’t have much to wipe it off on. Your clothes? Then you’d have to wash the blood out. (Though, little flecks stick to your collar and sleeves already.) The ground? Rub dirt all over until somehow it removes the red? You couldn’t even entertain the thought. But you needed to get it off.

You frantically wipe the blood away with your hands, only serving to spread it further into your skin. But it’s all you can think to do. You have to get it off. You must. If you don’t… If… Would something bad happen? You’re not sure. It feels like yes, something terrible would occur the longer it sat on your flesh. But what? Why won’t it fucking come off?

You don’t even realize you’re speaking. Half-formed desperate, choked pleas to get rid of the blood. Prayers to higher powers to forgive you - even when you’d never prayed for such a thing before. Insults spewed toward yourself, damning you for being so fucking weak.

So you killed a man, so what? You’d killed hundreds to get you where you kneel. What made him any different?

I killed him in self-defense.

You’ve killed loads of men and creatures alike for the same reason.

He didn’t recognize me.

You don’t know that, do you?

All he had was a name. Not even a description of who he searched for. He wouldn’t recognize me.

And why dwell on that? If he’d recognized you, surely he’d drag you back? Tie you up, gag you, drop you on her doorstep. She’d recognize you.

And she’d punish me. Punish them. And then she’d see my scars. What then?

Then she’d gut you. Slowly. Keeping you alive for as long as possible so she can moan to your screams, so she can lick her fingers clean of your adrenaline-rich blood. She’d even do it in front of her spawn. And they’d love it.

I hurt them.

You fucked up and they paid for it. They’d laugh as you beg for mercy. They’d even join in if they could.

But he didn’t need to die. Astarion, he- He could have led him away. I would have been safe.

And when he realized Astarion sent him on a wild goose chase? He’d turn right back around. And by that point his suspicions would fall to you - the leader. He’d know.

He’d know you’re the monster he hunts.

Hands roughly grab your own, snapping you out of your restless trance. Your skin is not only red from blood, but from how much you rubbed and scratched. Small lines beaded with your own blood where your nails broke the skin. It stung. And finally feeling that pain grounded you further.

“Calm down, for gods’ sakes,” Astarion cursed. He hurriedly pressed a white handkerchief into your hand. It was soft and cool to the touch. Gold embroidery danced around the edges, quickly becoming stained and ruined. “You’re going to rip your skin off.”

You felt everything so vividly. You almost wished you were numb to it again. “I’m sorry,” you croaked. “I don’t know what happened, I just… I thought of her. Of what she’d do to me, and I couldn’t think of another way out.”

He sighed, annoyed but all too understanding. “I was going to send him off North. By the time he realized he’s been had, we would already be in Baldur’s Gate.”

“I’m sorry.”

He smirked wickedly, mischief twinkling in his eye, despite the tinge of concern underlying it all. “You’ve simply provided a more permanent solution to our problem.” He glanced over, but you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to look again. “No point worrying about it now.”

“He could have helped,” you chastise. The intensity was only directed toward yourself. “If we paid him or explained or- or something, he could have gone back and said I was dead. Then- then she might have stopped looking for me.”

“And if he didn’t?”

You couldn’t let yourself spiral through that argument again. You just shook your head, opening your eyes to watch as he wiped away the blood. Most of it stayed, requiring water to wash it off - a realization that frightened you. What if the blood never came off?

“I know it may seem hard to believe,” he began. His voice was strained, like he was forcing himself to believe in it too, “but you’re not alone in this fight. If she finds you - Do you hear me? If. - we can protect you. And if she takes you away, we know where to find you now.”

“Berdusk.” He hummed, pleased you understood his meaning.

“Karlach would go on a rampage before she ever lays a finger on you.”

You chuckled weakly at the thought. You could almost picture your companion barging down the front door of the manor, everybody else behind her, as she tears through the place to find you. It’s… comforting.

A shiver runs through your body as the adrenaline finally fades from your system. You sighed. And just when most of your guilt has left, another weight finds itself in your throat - a heavy lump of fear. “I’m afraid to go to Baldur’s Gate,” you admit quietly. He pauses to look up at you, red eyes scanning your face. “Berdusk is so close by.”

“If it’s any consolation, Cazador is in Baldur’s Gate.” You hum; he’s told you this before.

“And you’re walking back into arms reach.” You look up from your hands. “Doesn’t that terrify you?”

He huffs a humorless laugh. “Do I hide my fear that well?” he teased. “Of course I’m terrified. I have no idea how well these tadpoles block his influence. For all I know, the moment I step foot in the Gate, he’ll have full control over me again.

“But if there’s even the slightest chance I could kill him, I’m going to take it. I can’t go back to that life. Not after this.”

Not after experiencing freedom for the first time in too long.

Astarion curls your fingers around the handkerchief so you’ll hold it. He picks up your bloody dagger and cleans the blade on the dead Gur’s clothes. You can’t watch, but you can see the sneer on his face as he does so. He reaches forward and tucks it away in your sheath. It feels heavier at your hip somehow.

He holds you by your arms as you stand, continuing to hold your hands in front of you. It feels wrong to let them hand so casually by your side, and just the thought of using them makes you feel worse. He turns you away from the body, directing you back toward camp.

You can still feel the Gur’s blood in your skin, even after you spend two whole hours washing your hands.

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[iguessigotta]

y'all know the rules with BTD stuff: 18+ ONLY, no exceptions Strade x transmale reader (nothing specific tho) we getting self indulgent tonight gonna fuck the greasy man fuck yeah here we goooooo

first off this man is GROSS. NASTY. HORRIBLE.

don't expect him to smell nice you'll just be disappointed lmao

he drinks so much beer you're sure his mouth permanently tastes like the stuff

as horrified as you are by the idea, you think you might be becoming addicted to it

Strade is ROUGH in bed

i'm talking wrenching your arms backwards while his other hand presses into the back of your neck, leaning his weight onto you and forcing your face into the bed, leaving you to struggle for tiny breaths through one nostril

he will straight up fold your ass in half (you didn't even know your body could do that)

and one time he fucking threw you across the room-

no one can deny that Strade loves marking you up - just look at what he's done to Ren!

bruises, hickeys, perfect imprints of his teeth, scabbed over and sure to leave a scar

and the toys he brings into the bedroom?

ropes, handcuffs, gags, knives, lighters, duct tape and a plastic bag over your head, suffocating you and keeping you trapped on the verge of passing out as Strade ruts into you like a feral beast

the lewd groan he lets out when you clench around him nearly makes you cum right then and there

half the time Strade isn't fucking you, not really

he's simply using your body to get off. like some kind of living fucktoy

what's worse is he tends to fall asleep afterwards with alarming speed

sometimes right there on top of you, leaving you to rut desperately against him, crushed under his weight and still fully impaled on his slowly softening dick

sometimes you wake up to him fucking himself into you - seemingly still asleep himself

you're too delirious in your own half-asleep state to stop yourself from rolling your hips against his, whining softly when he presses himself in deeper. your eyes roll back as you spread your legs, allowing Strade's sleeping body to chase its own pleasure within yours. greedily you clench again, spurring his body to fuck a bit harder into you. you use his sleeping body just as he's used yours. and as you fall asleep, Strade's body still awkwardly moving against yours, seeking the friction you'd cruelly stopped giving him, you can't help the small smile that creeps its way onto your face

and this isn't even mentioning when Strade decides to include Ren, who's face makes a great seat

#strade x reader #btd x reader #btd strade x reader #boyfriend to death x reader #strade smut #strade headcanons #no kids allowed #ugh this man is so disgusting i want him to kill me #no beta we die like men #idk what happened at the end there i blacked out lmao #requests

[anawrites3]

*Dick training with knifes and katanas*

Slade: I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me

It did, now the poor man have a knife kink 😔

This is so good lmao it actually made me laugh 😂💕 Thank you for sharing with me!

There was just something so different, about Dick training with actual knives. His little bird always was dangerous, even with just bare fists and no gadgets, but the cold steel in those hands made Dick look... lethal. Deadly, especially with that focused expression on his face, determined and dangerous.

And absolutely gorgeous. Slade quickly learned that he couldn't tear his eye away, no matter how hard he tried.

"Let's spar." He found himself saying one day, when just watching wasn't enough anymore.

Dick looked up at him with a raised brow that quickly turned into a smile. He beamed, as if he didn't just cut off the training dummy's arm and something warm pooled in Slade's stomach at how fast Dick could turn from a murderous weapon into the ray of sunshine.

"Sure! I'll kick your ass." Dick laughed, rolling the katana in his hand a few times, the same way he always did with his escrimas. "Let me just put this back-"

"No."

Dick, already on his way to the weapon rack, paused mid-step and glanced at Slade over his shoulder. "I'm not going to fight you with blades, Slade." He frowned. "You know I'm still getting used to the feeling of it. You're going to win way too easily and I'll be very pissed because you cut me so much-"

"I won't be using one." Slade interrupted him again, as if it was something obvious. Dick's frown deepened but he didn't say no yet so Slade continued, stepping closer. "You know training against a real opponent is way better than just smacking around some dummies, kid. I want to see how you're doing and even if you manage to nick me I'll heal up in no time."

"Nick you-" Dick repeated, indignant, but the grin on his lips betrayed him. "Oh, you're so on, old man."

Not able to stop himself anymore, Slade cupped Dick's jaw and leaned down to press their lips together. A small surprised gasp left Dick but he didn't try to move away, no, he kissed back with mirroring passion, burying his fingers into Slade's hair.

Slade hummed his approval. Dick still tasted like the curry they had for dinner and Slade licked into his mouth, chasing the taste of the spices.

"Try to win, little bird." He rumbled when they pulled away from each other. Dick's lips were slightly wet from their spit and he stroked his thumb over the lower one to wipe it off. "For every time you manage to cut me, you get a point."

"And how many points do I need to win?" Dick purred out, smiling.

Slade grinned in answer, "Try to get at least one, kid. Then we'll talk."

Time to test out a theory. There's to hope that it won't make Slade's slight obsession with Dick using knives even worse.

"Bring it on, old man." The curl of Dick's lips turned more sharp, more dangerous, as he pointed the blade at Slade's neck.

Yeah, he was fucked.

#one time they're on a mission together and Dick loses his escrimas so he steals a knife from a thug #and Slade's like 'no shit shit fuck not now not now shit #so glad for the protective cup lmao #my writing #sladick #dickstroke #my reply #anon

[angel-of-the-moons]

The Ghost and The Relic

Merc!Ghost x Fem!Soul Survivor!Reader

TW/CW: Chem usage, raiders, slavers, murder, executions, child death.

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Depending on how much I like this or how many people like this I might continue this but god I need to get this out of my head lmao.

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It'd been four years since he took up this kind of work. Three since he'd joined up with the old man.

It was his idea, really, to form their little "Task Force" and roam the Wasteland, performing jobs here or there for settlements, providing temporary security and escort details for caravans...

But Simon "Ghost" Riley had a thought. Several, actually. But they all muddled together after a while, especially around his "team".

Their whole team, a rag-tag group of "soldiers" from all the way in the Mojave to managing, by sheer dumb luck to come ashore with their families from another goddamn country.

Ghost's family was one such case; they'd apparently immigrated 75 years after the Great War from someplace called London. He didn't care much about it, or his family, given how shit a hand he'd been dealt.

His father, the abusive sadistic bastard that he was, had fucked up his younger brother so badly that he himself turned to chems and booze, almost killing himself in the process.

Ghost had rejected that path, convinced his mother to leave his father, and they took his recovering brother and moved into a new shack he and a few of the other residents of their small farming settlement had built and they settled in there. Ghost took up a job in the local militia, defending their homes and settlements; and he became a terrifyingly good shot.

His little brother got clean, stayed sober, and married the girl from a neighboring farm. She was a good match for him and they both loved each other immensely. And it was to their small unit's great joy when they mentioned they were going to have a baby.

A baby boy. Joseph. Their mother was thrilled.

But it all came crashing down, eventually.

Thanks to the old rat bastard.

Raiders slipped right through their defenses during the changing of the watch, in the dead of night when the farmers were all tucked inside their homes.

They'd taken Ghost's farm first, nabbed him on the way down the dirt path to their shack and drug him to their camp, locked him in an old shipping crate.

He didn't know how long he'd been there, or how long he had been tortured... all he knew was that when he finally got free, their settlement was almost razed to the ground, the majority of the militia dead, women taken for sport.

And his family?

Dead. Well. His mother, brother, and sister-in-law anyways. There was still hope for little Joseph.

When he'd gotten to the meeting hall (or what was left of it) he found his father bound and beaten by the settlers, so tweaked out on jet and psycho he didn't even feel any of the pain.

He'd ratted them all out for some fucking chems, like the narcissistic, sociopathic junkie he was.

Ghost had suited up in the best scrap armor they had, bagged provisions, packed loaded weapons and plenty of homemade throwing knives, and set off to find Joseph and the others that had been taken as slaves.

He didn't even look back when he heard the gunshot from inside the hall.

He tracked them for days, maybe longer. He wasn't sure. All he felt was an all-consuming drive to get his nephew back, to save his former neighbors.

But he was too late. He found Joseph's crumpled little body beneath that of a partially nude woman, one he faintly recognized from the settlement, but not enough to recall her name as the haze settled in over his skin.

All he saw was red. Red, like the blood covering that poor, tiny, fragile body.

He moved in the dead of night, creeping like a spectre as he executed every raider and slaver he came across. He shot some, stabbed or slit the throats of others. One he left with his voice box slashed, another with their liver hanging out, both still alive as they bled to death in their dingy tents.

It took him less than an hour. A bunch of jet-addicted starved fools was nothing against Simon Riley and the black rage that swallowed him up.

He'd killed them all.

He led the surviving captives back to their settlement, along with the dead they could recognize, and then burned the camp.

Ghost cradled Joseph against him, swaddled tight in a ratty, blood-stained blanket.

The whole trek home, all his mind would think about was how tiny Joseph was. How he'd carried him like this multiple times back to his own bed after he'd curled up at their fireplace with their pet dog. How he carried him as a baby, and a toddler...

And now, he had to bury him alongside his parents and grandmother, and their beloved pet.

Simon Riley wasn't... he wasn't dead. But he wasn't alive either.

He was like a walking corpse.

A Ghost.

And his name became apt when he'd assumed that moniker (mostly due in part to the skull balaclavas he'd wear. The most intimidating one being the one with the actual skull attached to it...).

He moved like a Ghost, wandering aimlessly, performing jobs.

Then, he met the old man.

John Price, former NCR ranger, before he decided to retire early and leave. Well, more like he went AWOL.

Price was convincing in bringing Ghost into his makeshift military outfit.

There was Alex Keller, a former Great Khan that Price had picked up after his splinter tribe had been killed by his own former allies, the New California Republic.

Then there was Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, a Brotherhood of Steel scribe who became a soldier over a mission that went FUBAR, and left his chapter to travel with Price and his growing "unit".

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, a rather peculiar man with a fondness for explosives who somehow managed to get close enough to Ghost to actually be considered a friend. He had been a Gunner, but left them shortly after he realized that he wanted to do good, not just work for caps.

And finally, there was Kate Laswell. Part of a small surviving group of something called the "Enclave" Price had explained what their group was at some point, but none of them particularly cared.

For the first time in what felt like a lifetime Ghost was... Content. He had a purpose, no longer wandering aimlessly, part of a unit. A task force. "Task Force 141" Price named it. Apparently it was a nod to the unit he originally was assigned to as a young recruit for the NCR.

Very few of them focused on their past lives, they'd lost so much in their travels, in the shit order they'd been born in. There was no reason to think about all that, now.

After all, past is the past, is it not?

Not entirely, as Ghost came to find out.

Once they'd gotten through the remains of what used to be "New York City" back before the Great War (now it's simply called New Necropolis, given it's dessicated state, and it was strung tight with "death zones".

It wasn't until they moved a bit East that Ghost suggested they set up a permanent base of ops.

He suggested Boston, Massachusetts. It seemed like a good idea, supposedly riddled with Vaults they could repurpose, military checkpoints they could loot for scavenged gear...

Price surprisingly agreed to send him alone, like he asked. Ghost didn't want to risk the other members of his "family" on a possibility he may be wrong.

But... Ghost was rarely wrong these days.

Especially about the past staying in the past...

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He'd managed to trek to a ruined neighborhood surrounded by creeks and a river, by the looks of it, emptying out into a large lake with several other tributaries connecting.

Sanctuary Hills, the old, overgrown sign told him it was. Yeah, maybe 200 years ago, it was a sanctuary. But then again, maybe it could be again. A lot of the houses were still intact. Plenty of scrap metal, wood, etcetera.

Put up some reinforcements on the remaining structures by cannibalizing parts from the ruined structures, build some fences, plant a few crops for provisions, stockpile weapons in the cellar behind that one house...

What he hadn't anticipated on was a Pre-War Mr Handy, still futilely standing watch over his previous owner's house.

He took offense when Ghost set up his sleeping bag in the yellow house across from his master's, citing that it was "impolite" to assume the house was uninhabited.

Judging by the dusty skeletons lying in the back bedroom, yeah. It was uninhabited, save for the radroaches and bloatflies that took a liking to the "idyllic" neighborhood.

That damned robot harped non-stop, although the water it purified for him was something he was grateful for, his yammering certainly got on his nerves.

"Oh, you should have met Sir, he was a soldier too, you know! A rather polite chap, loved the Missus and their baby boy! Oh, how I miss them." The robot sighed, sounding almost wistful.

Could robots feel emotions? He'd yet to meet one that did.

But then again how long had this robot been alone, exactly?

Apparently, he remembered when the bombs were dropped. So, a very very long time. Ghost tried telling him his masters were probably dead by now, even in the safety of their "Vault" he couldn't get into. It's been 200 years.

"Look, bot..." Ghost sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose through his mask, setting his hammer down on the table.

He'd been trying to fix up the yellow house for a few weeks. He'd managed some work, namely the roof and larger holes, obviously. Codsworth had even been kind enough to help with the cutting and the welding, just glad to be of service to someone who didn't shoot at him.

"I'm a little busy, here. So if you want to get nostalgic, save it for when I--"

His eyes went wide and he went deathly silent when he heard some kind of alarm blaring across the hills. Very faint, but it was a completely alien sound from the ones he memorized from the area.

He'd grabbed his pistol, and immediately started for the trail leading to Vault 111.

Which... is where he met you.

Dressed only in your blue vault suit, with a Pip-Boy secured to your wrist, you stumbled down, blinded by the sunlight and delirious from being down there for... well.

You'd collapsed against him and Ghost grunted, deciding to carry you over his shoulders back down to Sanctuary.

He noticed a glare in the distance, like the glint from a pair of binoculars, but he paid it no mind.

The moment Codsworth had laid eyes on you, the robot would not. Shut. Up.

He kept chattering on, almost blubbering, actually.

"Oh! Oh, it's the Missus!" He'd declared, obviously confusing you for his owner, long dead...

"Oh, but where is Sir and young Shaun! Oh, why is she alone! Where are the others?" Codsworth lamented dramatically.

Ghost waved him off, checking your vitals and looking at you for any injuries.

You had none. In fact, you were perfect. Your skin was clean, spotless and pristine, unmarred by radiation or scars.

He'd been silently looking over you when you awoke in the dead of night, Codsworth busy purifying excess amounts of water, apparently finding an intact bathtub to fill, so you could have one when you awoke. Or for cooking, or drinking... he didn't really care.

He was so lost in his curiosity of the one thing he'd never seen before: you. A Vault-Dweller, that he didn't register your eyes opening, long, clean lashes fluttering as you blinked, adjusting to the dimly lit room, only illuminated by a single oil lamp.

He'd set up his spare sleeping bag for you to use, while you were unconscious.

He was honestly taken by surprise when you screamed at him; scrambling back in the opposite direction.

Oh. Right.

The mask.

Yeah, it made sense why you were freaked out. Not a lot of Vault-Dwellers were probably rocking skull masks as the latest fall fashion craze...

"Listen." He'd growled out, fixing you with a soft, yet stern glare. Ghost was not without his mercy, and he understood that this new world must have been terrifying for you.

"My name's Ghost. Not gonna hurt ya. What's your name?" He said, sticking his hands up in a non-threatening manner.

When you'd uttered your name, his eyes widened visibly. It was the same name that Codsworth had said. Could be a coincidence.

That is... Until you told him about being frozen. For 200 years.

"I... I woke up, when..." You said, your voice breaking apart to cough, your mouth unreasonably dry.

Ghost had moved to kneel in front of you, handing you his old, dented canteen to drink down in a few gulps before wiping your face with the back of your hand.

"Oh god." You cried softly. "They killed him! They took my baby!"

Ghost's ears instantly perked up, and his own past flashed in the back of his mind before he pushed it aside.

"Who did?" He pressed.

"I don't know. Some... Some guy. A guy with a scar, and a gun, he... There was a woman in a radiation suit, then the man... Nate, he..." Your voice broke off in a choked sob.

He felt pity and sympathy for you after you'd given him bits of information.

And when Codsworth came doddering in to investigate your screams, Ghost knew you were legit.

You were his owner.

And you'd been frozen for 200 years inside an ice box; your family ripped away from you by some cruel force.

After a tearful reunion and the viewing of a highly emotional holotape, Ghost watched as you silently walked back into what used to be your home.

He gave you your privacy to acclimate (kind of) into your new "life", until he decided that some things needed to be said. You couldn't be emotional in the wasteland, that got people killed.

It could get you killed.

So Ghost decided to follow after you, where he found you on your knees in front of your baby son, Shaun's, crib, clinging to a slightly rotted rocketship that was once connected to the mobile that dangled above.

You clutched it to your heart as you sobbed quietly at the horror of it all.

What had the world become? How could you, a former lawyer, survive this?

Ghost cleared his throat and straightened his posture in the doorway, looking at you in the dark. The moon was full, casting dim cool shadows through the holes in the structure.

"I know this 's hard for you." His gravelly voice dragged out with each slow, deliberate step he took towards you.

He had to take it slow, like you were a wounded animal.

'Hnh. Not that far off, actually.' He thought.

"But you got'ta understand. You need to learn how to survive here, now. If you don't, you're as good as dead."

"What's the point?!" You snap, standing to your feet and tossing the plastic rocket at him.

It bounced harmlessly off his barreled chest and clattered to the floor.

"I don't have my son, I don't have my husband, I don't have my family!" You said through fresh, hot tears as your anger and grief rose to the surface.

And just like that, the flames died, and you flickered out, deflating into more quiet cries as you stood, defeated.

"I have nothing."

"Not true." Ghost said, shaking his head. He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. "You got a bot out there that's been making water for you for bloody hours, now just so you can take a bath. He's still here, and he's been waiting for you all this time."

You looked at him, eyes glassy and oh-so hurt, but you let him continue.

"And you have your little boy. Somebody stole him." His eyes flashed in the darkness of the room, a glint only illuminated by the moon's light, taking more steps to you until he was face-to-face with you, looking down at you.

God, this man was terrifying.

"And you're going to get him back."

"What...? But--but how? I'm just... me! I was a lawyer, for God's sake!" You blathered.

"First thing's first: you learn to survive." Ghost told you bluntly. "Then..."

He reached into the holster on his chest and slapped a pistol into your hands, the weight almost as hefty as the one you felt settle onto your shoulders, and into your heart.

"You learn to defend yourself. You need to learn to shoot."

He turned to walk away, gesturing for you to follow with a jerk of his head.

"C'mon, then. Let's get to it." He grunted.

"Right now?" You stumbled as you followed him out into the ruined street. "It's past midnight!"

"No time like the present."

You couldn't tell, but you were certain this man was smirking at you behind his mask.

"Hey... what's your name?" You asked him as he began to line up old cans and bottles against a rusted car.

"Name's Ghost, like I said. Now, lift the gun and aim down sights. Don't pull the trigger. Squeeze it."

"What does that even mean?" You asked, taking aim as he stood beside you, still as a statue.

'Still as death.' You thought sardonically.

He grunted again, his voice coming out an annoyed growl:

"If you want to survive, you'll learn what it means. Now, keep both eyes open..."

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Aw man. Today's the last day of @tristampparty and I am surprisingly sad about it. I'll be catching up the days I missed at some point, but I've chucked all that I've written, including today, into a google document and I apparently wrote 7.5k words over the course of episode 6 to today.

That's! A Lot!

I really wanna thank everyone who reblogged and gave me their additional thoughts/commentary, and special thanks to Revenantghost for organizing this whole thing! you do good work for this fandom i am giving u a gold star

With that, here we go into Episode 0 - High Noon at July. CWs for pregnancy discussion and a less detailed than last time but still present analysis of sexual assault and transphobia, marked with a [CW] Ofc, spoilers for Trimax and Tristamp

Cowboy kid Knives is something u can pry from my cold dead hands but it's also,,, I don't watch a lot of westerns, but the way Knives describes it seems like he likes the high action and justice. Which yea. yeah.

A lot of ppl interpret Vash then saying that he doesn't like that sorta stuff as him having always had pacifistic tendencies but I don't really read it that way? I just see him being rather similar to Trimax Vash - chill kid with his own interests and hobbies and Knives being the very oversensitive kid so outshines him initially.

Regardless of version of Trigun (except 98. 98 didn't know shit about knives lmao), Vash and Knives have always started off wanting to coexist and be peaceful; it's just how they reacted to it later that differs. In this case, Knives wants to stand up for his friends and make a peaceful world through that, and Vash is more passive in that he just wants to have faith in humanity.

Not to mention they are kids. Young, idealistic kids. This is pre-Tesla, they don't know the extent of how horrible the world is. The loss of innocence and subsequent breakdowns relating to The Horrors is yet to come.

[CW] Mmmmm they really don't make the pregnancy imagery subtle now do they dfgkjdfjk

I also think there's like - merit in also interpreting Knives as trans. Not Just because i think he's also very trans coded (A lot of his breakdowns and story arcs have reflections in how some trans men overcompensate masculinity in a Bad Way. That's a very small subsection of trans guys btw but I am speaking from experience. I got better tho). Anyway it makes the fact that Knives is disregarding Vash's bodily autonomy very much Worse if you take the male plants are trans analogy into it.

He's so far gone that he's willing to do to Vash what would be the worst thing to be done to him; Violating his body to rebuild and make him a perfect independent ("remind him of biological reality"), physically overpowering him ("taking the aggressor, commonly masculine role in sexual assault") to do what he wants. Disregarding the wants and needs of the Plants ("women +fem-presenting ppl that he originally set out to protect because he knew their experience and wanted to help and still has that trauma from witnessing that trauma")

Ofc that's just a reading of the scene, but I quite like it as a trans guy because that makes a really good villain with trans themes/motifs! I hate him so much (affectionate)

No, no she doesn't. Meryl is making a choice and she's gonna damn well stick to it! She's been given agency and she's gonna spend it in the most eldritch horrific scene that someone on that planet could spend it lmao. Well, no Knives takes most eldritch and horrific. Meryl's second tho

Okay this fucking scene drives me INSANE. This is a memory, clearly, but it's one that's being tampered with. Vash asks Knives if they can get along with humans, and then Knives immediately messes with the memory to make sure that he says that he'll protect Vash no matter what. But that is very clearly not what was originally said, so... What did he say? What was present day Knives so desperate to cut off?

I've talked about the narrative being biased against Knives a lot, but something I haven't talked about is that Knives kinda tries to contribute to that narrative a lot. He wants to seem like he never cared about humans, he wants to seem like he always planned this and was going for justice ever since he was a kid. He tells Vash the Tesla incident was just a small grain of sand, he uses Luida to tell everyone he wants to kill Rem, he's unbearably cruel to Vash to make his point. The only difference is that he wants to be right.

So he doesn't let us see what the kid version of him says, because that would contradict the narrative he's built for himself.

I really wanna give props to Studio Orange here for both the design and way they modelled the wing here, that's a really difficult task when the guy you're putting a wing on has a tight as hell bodysuit. But the anatomy holds up surprisingly well!

Also many people have pointed out that the plant mech looks a lot like Rem, and Knives staring into the face of a Plantish representation of his mother that is created and controlled subconsciously by his brother and saying he was rejected is. It sure is a scene!

ONCE AGAIN. INCREDIBLE EFFECTS. I also would like to once again point out the angelic motifs of Knives' design here.

Also Vash saying this is SO important because Meryl!!! is so important!!! I see a lot of people brush Meryl's space in the story off and it Enrages me because Meryl is one of the most important people to Vash. Aside from our frontline yaoi soldier Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl has one of the most tangible impacts on Vash's character.

When Vash is in his breakdown in Trimax, Meryl is the one to kneel at his side and believe in him; When Vash is having his god awful horrible mindscape time in Tristamp, Meryl does the same. When Meryl is kidnapped in Trimax, Vash instantly jumps out of a window in the chance of getting her back. Vash trusted her enough to fire the ion cannon in the sand steamer episode. He immediately went to July the moment she and Roberto were kidnapped.

Meryl has so much faith in Vash and she's insane for that, but Vash recognizes her and that faith pays off in giving him the strength to carry on. He heard her voice, too :]

Also oh to be floating slowly down to the floor while you're a meter away from a cube with the power of an atom bomb while someone named Millions Knives is summoning millions of knives in front of u. Meryl has guts, man.

And now that Vash has gotten his gun back, he's back to using it as a tonfa! (check I think my analysis of episode 7 for more on that). Watching for the swing blocks, the forearm guard, and thwacking the knife tendrils out of the way

This fight scene has soooo much love and care and detail in it I love it so much actually. From seeing Vash's bullets to all the expressions and beautifully detailed firing, there's so much detail in a quick space that you really have to slow it down to see everything.

Seriously how strong is Knives to be able to have a feasible chance again Vash's prosthetic - and Vash matches him! Also the chomp

Now something that I have the shakiest of theories on is that after summoning The Cube, Vash starts moving in a far more controlled manner, he stands still when reloading, he has his movement flurries and then stands still to aim. Which uh. Studio Orange works in 3d, but those are 2d animation techniques. He's moving like 98 Vash.

There's a lot I admire about Studio Orange's use of 3d (I am a mid-tier 2d artist lmao) but I love love love that they're able to get all these really nice, creative camera shots that would be impractical in 2d (all those overhead shots, for example, have a chance of turning about bad/looking weird in 2d, and puts more strain on animators, but 3d you have the models from every angle already. 3d isn't easier by any means, but it does have its strengths)

Also. how Did Wolfwood get over here, dare I ask. mans climbed a tower in just a few minutes what is Wrong with him

Also a nice detail, Vash usually has perfect trigger discipline, but he falters here against Knives, probably because he's been already shooting, but hey, he's stressed. I'll give him a break.

I also appreciate exactly how superhuman Wolfwood is now. Tristamp Wolfwood is on a different level. Like 98 Wolfwood is just some (attractive) guy, Trimax Wolfwood has a lot of gory body horror going on and a subtle kind of endurance/strength, but Tristamp Wolfwood just jumped off a very tall building holding a grown woman and the Punisher and was fine.

Oh hey, same symbol on the tower as was on the sandsteamer and on Vash's wanted poster - symbol of July, probably

Very horribly, Knives probably did just save Vash's life here. But also the rest of July's life (though ofc he just extended the timer)....

I'm not quite sure When Vash started using plant bullets, but he's definitely using them now. Also the nails on his prosthetic are a nice touch!

THE FLYING SAUCER STRIKES AGAIN. I wonder if that's gonna be the basis of the Ark, if that's the route season 2 goes.

I also. Was that allI the Plants collected that escaped in this, or were there a bunch still running in July that get obliterated too? Did Knives inadvertently cause the death of more plants? I mean, when Knives gets revived in Trimax he definitely causes the death of at least 2 plants (there are a couple of bulbs in the background of the blast radius, plus the one that was used to revive him... she uh. Didn't look like she was doing so hot)

Vash's little speech is always so,,, intense. He has such a strong sense of character and it's admirable how well he sticks to his morals despite it all.

On a more body horror note, Knives can survive a long fucking time trying to grab The Cube. In Trimax he gets hit with the angel arm and practically disemboweled instantly, but Tristamp Knives can take over a minute of just like. being right in the direct path of fire. They're really gonna have to work to reconstruct him. Good luck, Legato!

UFO SPOTTED !!! LEAVING JULY AS IT IS DESTROYED !! NOT CLICKBAIT !!!

^ I made that long ago and needed to use it somewhere dfgkjdfg

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And ofc I have to bring up Eriks :] I don't actually have too much to say abt him. Studio Orange strip this man and make him bark like a dog next season or we will riot

CHRONICA MENTION!!!!! YAYYYYYY

And that's kinda. It.

Man I have had such fun over the last 12 days, I've really discovered a love for analyzing and theories and putting that out there and chatting with people about Trigun :] I should do this more often lmao but I do want to get back to drawing. I'll find a balance, then!

Thank you all for coming, and Wow if you made it this far I must be doing something right lmao.

#cli speaks #trigun #trigun stampede #tristampparty #cli analysis

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Being enough NSFW

Millions Knives x Transmasc! Reader (MINORS DNI!)

Synopsis: post trimax knives and you have some quality talk before fucking LMAO Warnings: 2.1k words, hurt/comfort (that's all i write), extremely subby knives, pre-op reader, body dysmorphia, self worth issues, plant pussy WOOO, overstimulation, dacryphilia, pretty bitch knives A/N: okay im ngl, i had a really hard time trying to figure out how to write this LMAO. it was initially a birthday gift for my friend but i had never written transmasc stuff before, so i struggled in how to make it not feel like just fem reader stuff. i think i did alright though! transmasc people deserve more love <3 i also kind of missed knives (bleh), and i enjoy the thought of post trimax him having a crushing amount of guilt. hope yall like it ^^

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“Nervous, huh?"

You blew into Nai's ear, and he flinched, leaning away from you. "Not... necessarily."

Sitting back on your heels, you cocked your head at him. He was lying, that much was clear. His eyes were purposely avoiding yours, and he was as stiff as a board. Sure, this was... new, but that didn't explain why he was acting so evasive. Did he not want this? Your fingers instinctively fiddled with the blankets on the bed you two were on, trying to ease your own nerves that were starting to stir up. Dark thoughts ran past your mind as the silence grew even more heavy. Maybe... no. You wouldn't start with that.

You hesitated before leaning forward to take his hand, making sure to not tighten your grip too much. Your voice was quiet as you murmured to him, trying to be calm for both of your sakes. "Hey, I know that this is your first time, but it's gonna be okay. You can back out anytime you want, and I promise I'll be slow. Unless.. there's something else you want to talk about?"

There was another long pause before Nai sighed heavily, turning his body to face yours but still looking down. He tightened his grip around your hand, and you noted that his own was trembling. "It's hard for me to explain."

"I'm smarter than you think. Try me."

His thumb pressed against the flesh of your knuckle, his leg starting to bounce a bit. "This is something I want, something I desire. That's not something I want you to doubt, nor is it something I've ever had second thoughts about," You breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he said this. At least it wasn't what you were dreading. "The issue lies more in whether... I deserve it."

Frowning, you leaned forward to put your face in front of his, your hand raised to cup his cheek. "Hey, hey, none of that. I wouldn't be here if you didn't, I don't fuck people just for shits and giggles, ya know."

Your joke made his lips curl into a tiny smile, but there was still something there that you knew he wasn't telling you about. Thumb brushing against his cheek, you gave him a soft kiss. "I'm not gonna do anything unless you're fully transparent with me. I don't want you to regret this. Please Nai, what's wrong?" 

"I just..." His voice quivered as he whispered against your lips. "Are you not frightened? Are you not aggrieved? The people I hurt... friends of yours that I may have killed... do you not mourn for them? Is this truly something that you want with me, of all people? I will never be able to take that away from you, no matter how many years go by or how many apologies I utter. There will always be the knowledge of knowing you're with a murderer, and I would rather you be happy than drag you down to the hell I've built myself."

A pang rang out in your heart as he finished, and you couldn't help but feel so utterly destroyed. Here you were, thinking he was having regrets about being with someone like you while he was still grieving the suffering his actions caused. You were quiet, trying to think of an appropriate response. 

Finally, you spoke up. "I'm not going to discount the lives of people who were hurt. But I won't ignore the hell you went through either. You were just a child when you saw Tesla, Nai, and people grieve in different ways. This doesn't excuse what you did, but I can understand. Please know I will never hold this against you, nor will I resent you for it. You're trying to repent, and that's what matters," You saw tears well up in his eyes and you gently wiped at them before continuing. "You deserve to feel loved as much as anyone else, and I do love you. I love you so much, Nai, that it aches every time I think of you. The way you treat me, and the softness I see in our interactions, I know you're doing your best. Let me love you, and I promise I'll do everything in my power to make you understand this. I know it's hard, but I'm asking you to trust me. Can you do that? For me?"

He finally met your gaze and salty streams started to flow down his cheeks as he nodded. You moved to hug him, and he clutched at you, crying silently. Rubbing his back, you continued to coo and assure him, your own eyes brimming with liquid. He truly was a tortured soul, and you couldn't blame him. Eventually, you pulled back a bit and smiled at him. "Now, are you going to let me fuck you or not?"

A soft chuckle left his lips as he closed the distance again, kissing you. You helped him remove his sweater and pants, having him lay down on the bed. As your fingers grazed down the length of his muscular stomach, he reached down to grasp your hand. You looked up at him quizzically and saw his cheeks flushed a faint pink. "I must warn you, dove. There might be a bit of shock when you see what's there. I'm not... normal. At least in terms of anatomy humans usually have."

"Do you have something I can eat out?" His mouth dropped open at the vulgarity of your question, and you couldn't help but laugh. "Then I'll be fine. I promise, Nai. If anything, I'll probably be fascinated. Strange genitals don't even compare to the fact that you can manifest literal knives." It wasn't like you had the place to judge, considering your own body. 

With that in mind, your fingers absentmindedly traced the dips of his stomach, wondering how to approach this next part. Eventually, you managed to speak up, voice cracking a bit as you looked down. "You're not the only one who's had doubts about this. But I have... for different reasons," Nai didn't say a word, making you rush to fill the empty air with explanation. "You know I'm not biologically male. We talked about it a bit before, but I never really went into detail; mostly because I didn't know how to continue with the topic. But it's made me wonder if you'd prefer to... I don't know. Be with someone who has the means to please you? In a way I just can't." 

You bit your lip, knowing it wasn't just about that. There were often times when you felt.. unfinished. Impure would be a better word. Especially when you were with someone like Nai, someone who literally embodied the definition of a fallen angel. He was beautiful in a way that was so inhuman, that it made you wonder if he was truly happy being with someone that happened to be far from the definition of perfect. At least in terms of standard bodily expectations. 

Nai's hand came to take you in his palm, tilting your head up to his gaze. His face was riddled with guilt, and it made your heart ache. It was your last wish to make him feel bad for anything, especially with your own foolish little worries. He came to press his forehead against yours, his words in a low whisper. "I've witnessed many things in my years of living. I've seen looks of distress and heard cries of horror, many of which were caused by my hand. There are few things that I would consider to be dear to me, as I thought I wasn't capable of feeling such things," A small smile graced his face as he thumbed at your cheek, trying to comfort you with sadness in his eyes. "But you... you are everything I don't deserve and something I refuse to lose. I've spent so long looking for something to fill the void that was left in my heart after witnessing the death of my sister. And I finally found it. I regret all I've done thus far, but I would do it again if it led me to you once more. Please believe me when I say you mean the world to me, and I've seen the world. Nothing could compare to the beauty you are."

You weren't going to cry. You weren't. Fuck you were crying.

Swiping furiously at your eyes, you laughed softly. "You really know how to make someone feel good about themselves, you know that?"

"I simply said what was in my heart. And you are my heart."

With a loud sniff, you looked back at him with a playfully agitated face. "Can I fuck you now or are we going to stay here and bawl our eyes out until dehydration?" He chuckled as a soft pink graced the tips of his ears, finally letting go of you. With a comforting squeeze of his hip, you waited for him to nod his consent before coming back down to his crotch and tugging down his underwear. 

...

Petals? You tilted your head a bit, examining closer. Yeah, petals. Reaching out hesitantly, you gently stroked the length of what seemed to be a flower twisted up on itself, and you heard him let out a quiet hiss. Soft-hued PLANT marks lined the length of his thighs and pelvis, his anatomy resembling a pussy more than what a guy usually had. If you remember correctly, the petals would be covering what was the pistil.  The more you touched him, little tendrils of what you would assume to be the stamens crept their way from the opening as the petals parted themselves. They wrapped around your wrist but made no move to stop you as you encouraged the petals to reveal more.

"H-hah... Wait...!" Nai cried out as you slid your fingers up and down the outside of his hole, lathering them in fluid. His eyes fluttered shut, his breathing becoming more and more labored. You looked up at him, encouraging him to stop you if needed, but all he offered was a pathetically submissive look through half-lidded eyes. Taking this as an incentive, you continued to explore him, growing increasingly curious about the swollen nub that sat prettily nestled between his folds. It must be the PLANT version of a clit.

You took the bud between your fingers and gave it a gentle pinch, and Nai bucked his hips up into your touch, whimpering. "S-sensitive!" There was something so salaciously intriguing about seeing the usually composed man become undone, so you continued. Rolling and caressing his clit whilst bringing your other hand to prod at his entrance before sinking a finger into him. He let out a soft whine as his body tensed up, pleasure visibly coursing throughout him as he came from the pressure alone. You coaxed him through it, pumping your finger in and out until he was writhing around and begging you to stop. 

Nai's voice was weak and strained, calling your name out in broken chants. You didn't though, knowing that if he truly wanted to, he could forcibly make you stop. Seeing as he didn't, you kept fucking him, eventually adding another finger whilst curling them against his puffy, slick walls. You felt around, paying attention to each arch of his back and twitch of his body, making sure to adjust your ministrations in turn. Tears started to build up in his eyes as he shamelessly humped your fingers, seeming to relish in the lewd wet sounds his cunt was making. He was so beautiful like this, it wasn't hard to believe he was a PLANT. Especially when his glyphs gradually appeared on his skin, pulsing with a soft light in time with each of his moans. He was ethereal in every sense in the world, and you were breaking him to his very core. 

Nai cried pathetic little pleas as you felt his walls clench around your fingers even tighter, growing close to his second high. "Please... please I- I can't-!" 

You hushed him, coming up to kiss him softly as you kept hitting all the places that had him melting into your touch. You rubbed harshly against his clit, your lip curling into a smile. "You can." He wailed, his hands scrambling to find something to clutch onto as he came again, his body spasming as his patterned skin glowed brighter, almost blinding you with the way they lit up the room.

Finally easing up, you gingerly pulled your hand away from his dripping hole, fascinated by the glittery cum that enveloped your fingers. You scissored your them open and closed, becoming acutely aware of Nai still recovering from his intense orgasm. His chest was collapsing in on itself, arm draped over his face as he panted hard. You gently pulled it away from his eyes, having him meet your gaze. A tilt of your head and a laugh left your lips as you caressed his cheek. "See? Not that bad, now was it?"

He spent a few long moments catching his breath before he smiled back weakly. "You'll be the death of me, dear." 

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun manga #millions knives x you #millions knives x reader #millions knives #trigun x you #trigun x reader

[hikennosabo]

trimax vol 10 random thoughts (ch 5-8)

part 1 here.

okay, time for part 2. i don't want to do this, i have a pit in my stomach.

chapter 5:

destroying razlo's punishers... a good strategy!

getting leverage to jump by stepping on his leg, i love it

you could say he. he was. *wheeze*... i guess you could say he was... ...disarmed... [a comically large hook drags me off the stage]

wolfwood and razlo just met today (not technically but y'know), but he can read razlo so well already, taunting him like this.

THIS FIGHT...!!! it's reminding me of vash vs knives in the finale of the 98 anime! one black gun and one white gun, and them being on even ground, making the same moves...

they're an even match when they're just whaling on each other, but wolfwood has tactics that razlo doesn't. also this is an insanely cool move.

chapter 6:

^ how it feels to read trigun maximum (said again)

^ how it feels to read trigun maximum (said for a third time)

he knows wolfwood is dying. we know wolfwood is dying. he can't do anything to stop it. we can't do anything to stop it. (except for refusing to keep turning the pages, i guess)

THEY HAVE NAMES?

vash can't do anything to stop wolfwood from dying, but he can help wolfwood go out on his own terms...

PLEASE, HE'S ALREADY DYING, WE DON'T NEED YET ANOTHER DEATH FAKEOUT FOR THE BOOKS.

livio interfering... i'm not an expert but this is not how DID works. but sure. the drama carries it.

WHY AND HOW IS CHAPEL STILL ALIVE FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

razlo realizes very fast that chapel never cared. despite his verbal denial, i think he was realizing way before this.

DESERVED!!! YES.... KILL!!!!!!

of course razlo can only attack. attack, like how he killed livio's parents. not that chapel doesn't deserve it, but this is the only thing razlo knows how to do.

ough. livio apologizing... "i'm okay now"...

so is razlo just gone now? like i said, i'm not a DID expert, i know re-integration(? not sure if that's the correct term sorry) is possible, but i don't know if this is how it works...

honestly, i feel bad for razlo. he only knew a life of violence, he was manipulated and indoctrinated by chapel, all he wanted was to be needed but his last experiences are finding out that chapel didn't care about him and then livio telling him he doesn't need him anymore. poor guy.

chapter 7:

oh, no, i don't want to read this chapter again. don't make me read this chapter again.

the difference between this and tristamp... stamp had the orphanage much more directly tied to EoM, and a bunch of guys in suits came to pick wolfwood up. this scene is a lot more "normal," a lot less obviously suspicious. idk if i'd go so far as to say stamp!melanie was in on the whole thing, but she doesn't look happy about wolfwood leaving... i do wonder how stampede will handle all this... ANYWAY!

"six years"... lmao. now i understand what people meant when they said the timeline is confusing. it's killing me and i hate it, actually?! nightow ALL you had to do was NOT specify a number!!!

the coins... i constantly forget about them and i find it funny whenever they're brought up... they were so clearly meant to set the ghg up as a shonen battle enemy-of-the-month type thing but then that got thrown off the rails when the magazine ceased publication and everything got turned upside down. yet the coins persist. what are they all for in the end.

also i'm sad. this is wolfwood's paltry attempt at pushing vash away. (also he's been carrying rai-dei's coin this whole time?! lol?! that's also sad... just waiting to give it to vash i guess...)

"this is the way you want it? are you sure?" i'm just fucking inconsolable at this point.

of course this attempt at sincere emotion is deflected. you boys are so, so, so, so, so stupid.

i can't do this man. i can't review the couch scene. i'm crying too much.

the prayer. this especially is getting to me. we've seen wolfwood pray a few times, but now it's vash's turn to pray. we've never seen him do that. and while vash was there to answer wolfwood's prayer... there is no one to answer vash.

what if i climbed into the microwave right fucking now.

ourgh. out of all the images in this chapter, this is the one that stuck with me the most. even more than the couch images. ugh, i can't even fucking write.

chapter 8:

i don't know where else to say this...? lol but livio's personality is different, he's cute now. is this because he broke out of the EoM brainwashing or because he integrated with(???) razlo? (once again: IS this how this works???) or is it both? either way he's a lot more expressive than he was before...

other people have already talked about how we didn't see the burial. i'm also thinking about everything else we didn't see. vash buried wolfwood, and he also cleaned up outside, brought livio in and laid him down, gathered ingredients and started cooking...

how long did he sit on that couch for before he moved. how much and how hard did he cry. we didn't see that either. we don't need to.

knives. he's smearing blood on his face again.

his laughter... i don't think he finds this funny like "haha funny" necessarily, i think he's just losing it.

vash defends the orphanage and knives doesn't even push it. he just moves on. hmm, i'm trying to articulate this... vash's display of power used up more of his life, which knives noticed obviously, and vash is willing to go that far to protect the orphanage... knives still doesn't want vash to die, and... he's laughing out of disbelief, or something like that. i don't know.

vash and livio sharing a meal together is... it's nice. but vash is still clearly very angry. with livio, with razlo, with himself too probably.

i don't know. i'm not angry with livio or razlo at all. they were both victims of chapel same as wolfwood. this is all chapel's fault in my mind, lol.

oh.

we're gonna see this in stampede too, aren't we. wolfwood will die for a third time and we're gonna see vash holding the punisher.

the fact that this volume doesn't even have the goofy author extra... we're just forced to sit with this. man. the book club wasn't kidding, it's so much worse the second time around. the first time i cried a little but i was mostly just taking it all in. the second time i was like actually heaving and sobbing. reading this volume twice within a few days was a BAD IDEA.

AND WE STILL HAVE FOUR VOLUMES LEFT. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO ON AFTER THIS. four entire volumes without wolfwood...

#trigunbookclub #trigun talk #june speaks #sorry if this is incomprehensible i was crying too much while outlining this and i don't want to read the volume AGAIN #i'm surprised at how much i had to say about razlo in this volume... i ended up finding him more interesting than i thought i would...

[luvly-writer]

"But Oh..Cara Mia"

Ch. 8: Are we making progress?

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Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader

Warnings: None

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: I AM BACK! So my absence has an explanation. First, uni is tough and I bearly had time, but we made it! YAY! Second isss that I know what I wanted to write but didn't know how to put it into words. Which was tough AF. Like I know the next plot point that is coming but didn't know how to like get to it LMAO. In my mind, I connected it like "DUH IT GOES AFTER THIS" but when it came to actually writing it I was like "HELP" BUT IT HAPPENED AND SINCE WE DID IT HERE YOU GO! CH. 8 AND 9. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY AND REMEMBER FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS LOVED AND ACCEPTED DOVES!

Taglist: @lorosette @nanas-teatime @prettyacademia00 @mxtokko @sarahkaliii @w31rdg1rl @eurydicegrimes @writing-for-the-hell-of-it

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If we could use a person to describe the words relentless and determined, Damian Wayne would come to mind. This boy was focused, and all of his family noticed. First, was Tim. He had been down at the cave the entire day and noticed that Damian would only obligate bring Dick to the cave and ask him to spar whenever Yn was in her lab. He would go a little rougher, making sure Dick would have to speak to her in order to get his sore muscles checked out. Then it was Duke. Seeing as most of his suit was getting fixed by Yn to get used to his powers better, he would see how Damian would rip small parts of Dick's suit to obligate him to go and ask Yn to get it fixed. Then it was the girls. They had noticed that Yn began to receive random flowers every once in a while going by the name of a secret admirer. They had seen Damian pay the man that brought them when they were coming back from lunch. This resulted in Dick being truly observant of Yn's reactions to them and trying to indirectly know more of this "secret admirer" of hers. Finally, it was Jason and Bruce. They would see some of their shirts and hoodies missing and later find them in Yn's room or her wearing them with the smell of an unknown perfume. After further investigation, Bruce found Damian had bought a men's perfume and only used it to spray those items. Damian was setting Dick up by using his flirtations and his jealousy against him. His plan was that if he could layer that up enough, Dick would understand that something was different and would realize his sentiments for Yn. And yet...it didn't work.

"He is setting him up for failure my GOD JAJAJA!" Laughed out Stephanie. Yn had gone out to get some food for everyone and Dick had gone away to attend a call. The rest were lounging at the Batcave. They had decided that they would try to investigate Riddler's next move together and the best place for that was the cave. The conversation had shifted from the case to Damian's mission when Jason brought it up. They were dying of laughter at his plan and asked about how it was going. "Terrible. Grayson remains oblivious to the world inside him and Yn is more confused than ever whenever he mixes his flirtations with passive-aggressive accusations and inquiries. It only makes them bicker even more." Damian huffs out as he cleans his knives and swords. He was bitter that it wasn't working out. The rest laughed in amusement. "Damian, this is a war that has been going on for YEARS. Jealousy is a feeling that they have grown so accustomed to when it comes to the other that it's almost second nature. You aren't changing anything." Barbara laughed making the rest snicker, even Bruce was sending amused looks their way. As a result, Damian did something they NEVER thought he would do. "Well then, would any of you care to help me out?" He asked. Damian Wayne asked for help and everyone was stunned. They all exchanged glances and dwelled on the question. Too many years have passed. "Why the fuck not! Im in" said Jason, wanting to see where this went. And so everyone was on board. Alfred and Bruce exchanged worried glances. Yn and Dick were not easy to trifle with. There were never two people more destined to be with one another, that was true, but heavens they were NOT easy to work with. When Yn had come back, she looked around and sensed something was different with them, almost suspicious, yet she didn't pay mind. They are a bunch of weirdos so she shouldn't be surprised at this point.

The following weeks were rather strange, she noticed. Dick was a little bit squirmish and when asked, he would avoid the topic. You had decided to ignore him, thinking he was just in one of his Dick moments. Instead, you had focused on the rest, but even they were weird. Whenever Dick would come near you, any of the girls would throw comments such as, "Oh shit, you guys would make a good couple, guess social media’s right" or "my word, both of you act like a married couple" or even, "you knoooooow, seeing you guys now, if you two ever had kids, they would be good looking as hell with your combined genes" and even go to the point of, "both of you emit such high sexual tension! get a room!" These would leave you both blushing and unable to look each other in the eye. They would be said with teasing smiles and curious looks, observing both of you precisely. Barbara would give you a knowing look whenever they came from her. The boys had taken to flirting with Yn jokingly whenever Dick was around. Jason's compliments normally came with a fondness for his older sister, ranging from how she looked today to saying that ANY man would be lucky (stares at Dick who is side-eyeing him real hard). Tim would compliment her intelligence and state how important she was to the team. Normally, he would say them after one of Dick's quips was a little too harsh. Duke normally was the worst. Not because they were bad, but because they were absurd and Yn LOVED them. They could go from "You know the other day I saw one single leaf and thought it was pretty and it made me think of you" or "your left shoe looks great on you, big sis" and finally to, "you know, that one eyelash is super pretty". She would laugh so hard cause they would catch her so off-guard and it would cause Dick to look at her directly, adoring her smile and laugh, softly smiling at her.

They had thought that if they could showcase how well they'd be together or make all of Yn's attributes even more OBVIOUS, it would do something. BUT! IT! DIDN'T! Even Bruce had gone and said they would make great partners if they pushed their differences aside and Alfred had commented on how she would make a great choice for his date at the next ball, for the public image and to keep everyone in check of course, and still nothing. They were all baffled at how oblivious the two of them were. Finally, it all came down to Damian, fed up and tired, who decided to take a moreeeee direct approach.

"You are staring again." He drily stated to Dick who looked at him panicked. "Am not!" Defended Dick and Damian deadpanned at him. "Yes you are, it's distracting you" he responded and Dick huffed out a response. "I was just looking at her." Damian smirked up at him, knowing he caught him, "I did not state if it was a she or a he" Dick just rolls his eyes and ruffles his hair, and laugh "Shut up" and Damian smiles softly at him. Grayson didn't comment on that making Damian see it as a small victory. He would continue to call him out on the small things, careful to make sure that Dick didn't catch on. He would ask him why he was angry when Yn received flowers (yn had found out they were from him and his excuse was that she should decorate her lab cause it looked ugly. The real reason was that Damian liked that it brought a smile to her face and he had already grown so fond of her. She never made him feel as if he was a bother or any less worthy than the rest, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He did make her promise she wouldn't tell anyone.) or when she wore something of Jason's and he would scoff at Dick every time he would make excuses. Damian truly was a handful during those weeks, but he thought that when he started to do that, there was real progress. With his somewhat hostile attempts and everyone's comments, they had noticed little things that began to happen.

Dick would bring Yn coffee, and sometimes would tell her he appreciated her work. Yn would finally return some of Dick's quips with a more flirtatious tone (normally, the flirtatious tone came from Dick seeing as he is flirty by nature) and initiate physical contact. She would bump her hip to his whenever he passed by her and both would exchange teasing glances and brush his hair out of his face whenever she was helping him with his injuries. They would see how sometimes his hands would stay on her waist whenever she was fixing a particularly deep gash on his forehead and she would allow herself to laugh a little louder at his jokes. The rest would high-five and congratulate each other since they were making progress, VERY SLOW, but progress nonetheless.

It was all chill until one day, Damian was on his way to get Titus to take him for a walk when he heard Dick and Bruce discussing some matters regarding the Teen Titans. "I know, I know we are in the middle of an investigation that needs all hands on deck, but they need me there for some time. Kory has been calling me none stop asking me to pass by and help with some training and missions. It will be quick B. No more than a few weeks." Dick was leaving? Damian thought to himself, but he couldn't! Not after his mission was making progress. Sensing someone was getting closer to the door, Damian carried on walking quickly.

That afternoon, Dick announced that he would be leaving for Jump City and wouldn't be back for three weeks. Damian had a bad feeling about this trip and he voiced it to Barbara. She had reassured him that distance only made the heart grow fonder but he still wasn't convinced. Knowing Grayson's long history of an on-and-off relationship with Starfire, Damian kept being suspicious.

#dc batman #black bat #batfamily #batgirl #batman #barbara gordon #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #duke thomas #dc universe #dcau #dc #dc reader insert #dick grayson #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x latina! reader #dick grayson x amazon reader #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing #starfire

[bentosandbox]

Lin's module summary question mark

>finally module lore surely she will be less of an enigma (clueless)

Lin orders cart noodles, the owner (i'll just use he/him here so it's clearer when the owner is referring to a 'they/them' and not just himself lol) knows her and mentions multiple times how he's indebted to the rat king but her as well.

She asks if there's enough medicine to get by and yes, he wouldn't dare get sick because it'd cause her trouble, (because Lin says he should take care of himself for his own sake) that the rat king and her basically saved their life, and that Lin even visits their stall, just how highly does she keep him in regard?

Does this sound a little sus??? Because yes, when Lin mentions how her dad says that 'everyone should be able to live a proper life' he cuts her off with an 'accidental' chop on his board as he's cooking, and makes an excuse about how the new guy sucks at sharpening knives, unlike the previous 'chopper Liang' who was really good at it.

Lin asks where this 'old Liang' is; and he says Liang died five years ago, just because he was loyal and honest to a fault, he stubbornly made that one mistake... it was a very serious mistake, Lin reminds him.

He praises her dad's ability to see through people and asks for her guidance in the future too, and she's surprised they're still willing to listen to her, and he says its because she didn't ask how Liang died, so he's thankful for that. ?????? what (see below musings)

Lin says 'you still blame me.', which he denies because Lin and her dad saved their life after all, to which Lin does the classic '......'

But then the noodles are done so she eats them while the guy watches her closely the entire time, she leaves after she's done and they tell her to stay safe on the dangerous streets out there because they 'have' to follow her (how do i word this succinctly, like she's their leader so she can't just carelessly die on them but without like a job-level commitment if you get me lol) and asks one last question:

If she were in her own shoes 5 years ago, would she have done the same? And she replies she would because she doesn't want Lungmen to experience that again.

Okay so, thing five years ago = the chapter 6 slum purge... didn't that.... kind of not happen........ (beneath the surface), though I guess they didn't explicitly confirm that all the slum-dwellers were unharmed or something, because in Vernal Winds she runs into Taihe (The Forte Censor) and they very briefly reminiscence about that episode

Lin: Didn't expect (you) to remember me. The last time we met must have been five years back? Taihe: The circumstances of our meeting was truly unforgettable.. Lin: And not a pleasant one. Taihe: We were both just doing our jobs.

like sure Lin didn't ask how Liang died but uh hello!! i would like to!!! ask mister hypergrief to give us a clear answer on the slum purge statistics or something lmao...!! did Liang just refuse to evacuate and got whacked or crossed Lin somehow??????

the module name 七巧玲瓏 is uhhhhh a reference to a chapter in this i think (incidentally her S1 is the last 2 characters 玲珑) also what did they mean by the hourglass in the artwork wait fuck is it supposed to represent her DAD 😭

i didn't exactly scrutinise the text to make sure, but there's like a bunch of cantonese words in the dialogue that i feel like even hoshiguma's second module didn't feature but that's not the main point of this post but very nice nonetheless

#arknights #i should tag all these tl posts under something #bentotexto #yeah i will answer that ask soon i had to do this first to fully answer it LMAO

[ann1-wr1tes]

Princess, please?

Dynamics: Hoodie x Knives

Synopsis: Knives plan backfires lmao-

Warnings: Adult themes, FILTH SO SO MUCH FILTH, NOT PROOFREAD

Tags: @cyberp-1-nk

Word Count: 5.095

A/N: Welp. It was a nice try, Knives.

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Anni smirks to herself as she walks into the mansion with something hidden in her grasp. She can't help but playfully spin the item around one of her fingers, listening to the metal jingle and jangle in her grasp. As she made her way towards Knives' and Hoodie's room she can recall the conversation that was had earlier.

"I need you to do me a favor…" Knives looked at Anni, her eyes filled with a glint of mischief which almost immediately caught Anni's attention. Anni puts down her knife that she was cleaning and looks at Knives expectantly.

When Knives sees that she has Anni's undivided attention, her smirk stretches across her face and Anni knew whatever the favor was, it was going to be good.

"I need you to go into the Underworld and get me some of those handcuffs…" Knives says. The vague description was initially confusing to Anni as she shot Knives with a look of squinted eyes and a head tilt.

"Y'know the handcuffs, the ones that not even demons can break through." Knives specifies.

Suddenly Anni's expression lights up and soon her face is mirroring the same smirk that Knives' has. She knew exactly what Knives was talking about.

"You can find those right?" Knives questions, making sure Anni was able to fulfill the odd request.

"Oh, don't worry. Pretty sure I can find 'em somewhere." Anni laughs out loud. Anni thought to herself and immediately knew someone who could get her something like that…

So now Anni was walking towards Knives' door with the cuffs in hand. She knew this was gonna be a shit show and she fully supported it as she walked up to the bedroom door and knocked. Quickly the door opens and Knives gives Anni a grin as Anni playfully dangles the cuffs in the air, with a look of pride on her face.

"Have a good time.." Anni smirks as she hands over the cuffs and disappears down the hallway.

Knives closes the door and is quick to hide the cuffs before Hoodie comes back. She stashes them under the covers, making sure they were buried deep enough that they wouldn't be found by Hoodie but to where she could sneakily slip them out when the time was right.

She knew that Hoodie was on a day mission and would be back soon, he never liked to stay out long anyways…he didn't like to be away from her for too long.

She can't help but giggle to herself as she slips them under the sheets and then casually situates herself over them as if nothing is there at all. Now all she had to do was wait for Hoodie and she had a feeling that he wouldn't be long when he sent her a picture of his hard dick, straining against his pants and it was all for her…

Knives could barely wait to get her revenge on Hoodie. After all, it was about time she got her way with him. After the last time Hoodie had taken the time to fuck Knives, he had not held back at all. He made sure to let Knives know who was in charge and he made sure she felt every, single delicious roll of his hips, plunging his dick into her wet heat as deeply as he could. She still had marks from last time too. Every time she looked in the mirror she could see the pretty purple and pink bruises that decorated her skin. It made her face blush when she saw the bite marks that went along with the hickies.

But this time things would be different. This time she'd be the one giving Hoodie hickies and bite marks all over his neck, she'd be the one in control- teasing, kissing, sucking, biting. She was looking forward to pressing her pretty lips against his neck, right where his sensitive spot was. She could imagine the shivers and moans that would fall from his mouth in a lovely song of passion as she trailed her hands over his hard dick. It would be even better when she could listen to him whine and beg for her touch, as if she was the only thing he ever wanted.

Fuck Kate. She was going to make sure that he forgot Kate even existed by the time she was done with him.

With a sudden sound of heavy footsteps thumping against the carpeted floors from outside the hallway, she knew it was Hoodie. She layed on her side on the bed acting as if she was just simply watching her favorite show. She made sure she could still feel for the handcuffs and then lazily set her eyes on the television in front of her.

Soon after the bedroom door opens and shuts, the deadbolt on the door clicks locked and Hoodie is immediately making his way towards the bed. On his way he drops all his weapons and equipment and even yanks off his mask, forgetting about the miniscule items as his sights were on Knives who was feigning a look oblivion as she felt his blue eyes burn holes into the side of her head.

It all begins when he comes in front of her and straddles her waist with no words. She acted surprised as he pressed her against the bed and immediately closed the gap between them by smashing his lips against hers. She expected all of this but acted just as surprised as if it was the first time it was ever happening.

She could feel the need radiating off of Hoodie in waves as he messily made out with her. One hand was glued to her cheek, as he held her in place and the other hand carelessly groped, rubbed, and touched any part of her that he could reach.

His kisses were messy and intense. It was like he was starving for her and now he was finally getting a taste that he had been craving for. He tilts his head to the side, gaining more access to her lips and his tongue roughly presses against her lower lip in a demand for access into her mouth.

His hand on her cheek forces her mouth open more, allowing him to kiss her while his tongue explored her mouth with vigor. The makeout was a mix of tongue and teeth as he nipped at her bottom lip and made sloppy kisses against her swollen lips. It was all almost dizzying to Knives but she knew she had to remember what was currently under the sheets below her.

As the kissing and making out leads to more, Hoodie finds himself painfully hard and throbbing but he continues in his messy act of kissing and nipping at her lips. He pushes up her skirt and starts grinding against her clothed cunt through her underwear, with deep slow rolls of his hips.

He groans into her neck, his tongue licking up the area where he had previously left bite marks. She felt his hardened dick grinding against her crotch, his member begging to feel more and Knives indulged him. She knew what she was going to do as soon as he let his guard down and she could tell that he was slowly losing himself to his own pleasure.

Impatiently, Hoodie rips off his shirt and carelessly discards it off somewhere into the room. He gets rid of Knives' shirt too and was pleasantly surprised when he found that Knives was wearing no bar, giving him immediate access to her chest that he just adored, so much.

He pulls Knives' legs up and around his waist so she could lock her ankles and give him more leverage to grind against, getting more of the delicious friction. With feverish lips he leans down and wraps his lips around one of her nipples. He made sure to swirl his tongue deliciously around her bud and his other hand came up to kneed at her other breast.

Knives couldn't help but moan and let her eyes flutter shut for a moment. It just felt so good…

With every roll of Hoodie's hips, he manages to rub right against Knives' sensitive clit which pressed against her wet panties that were practically sheer by the amount of wetness that was collecting between her legs.

Hoodie's hand trails up from her breast to her neck, resting at the base and squeezing slightly as his mouth trailed up as well. He started to leave more hickies and bitemarks on top of old, previous marks from other long nights. And he took his time as he did so. His mouth moved smoothly across her skin, planting his lips and kissing her bruised skin. He even let his teeth graze the tender marks once or twice which elicited groans from Knives.

She could feel herself losing the plan a little more, every time Hoodie planted a kiss on her skin or had a big hand, or when he rolled his hips deeply, rutting against her, and his rubbing and groping at her chest didn't help either.

She needed to do this soon, before she completely lost her grip.

As Hoodie grinded his hips against hers, he could see a wet patch forming on the crotch of his denim jeans from a mixture of his precum and Knives' slick.

"Look at the mess you're makin' baby." He coos out with a chuckle. "So pretty." He drawls out in his deep southern accent.

Knives needed a way to distract him so in response to his sweet, honeyed words, she presses her lips against his, pulling him in by his neck. He was almost shocked by her sudden grasp but undoubtedly welcomed the sudden boldness as their lips met.

She let Hoodie take control of the kiss once again but instead of tangling both hands in his hair, one of her hands fishes around in the covers in search for the cuffs that she was eager to put on Hoodie. As she fishes around, looking for it, Hoodie is enamored with her lips to notice her focus but he is rudely broke out of his trance when his arm is moved and he hears a metallic…"CLINK"

Stopping for a moment, he looks up to find his left hand cuffed to the headboard. It takes him a moment to process things through his lustful haze but he glances at Knives and finds a huge smile plastered across her face and the reality hits suddenly.

At first he think its a joke.

"Haha, very cute baby. You can let me out now." He chuckles lightly, shaking his head in slight disbelief.

Knives tilts her head to the side slightly, with her innocent little smile that is too sweet to be true for the given situation.

Hm, I don't know…" Knives says, looking up at the ceiling seeming to be deep in thought for a moment as she ponders on Hoodie's request.

"Princess. Let me out, now." His voice comes off more stern this time but Knives can tell he is trying his best to pull off his sickly sweet, honeyed tone that is able to melt her into a puddle. But this time it was different, this time Knives was the one in control.

"I don't think I want to." she smiles. She can tell that Hoodie is losing his patience as soon as his brows furrow, but she was not going to be letting up.

"Princess, I swear if you don't-"

Hoodie practically chokes on his own words when Knives slowly rubs the palm of her hand up and down his clothed bulge. He had prolonged his own pleasure for so long while making out with Knives that he didn't realize how pent up and sensitive he was.

"What was that? Were you saying something?" Knives shoots him a confused look and continues to rub up and down his erection.

"Don't tease…" He hisses out. Hoodie hated not being in control and being in such a vulnerable state like this, Knives having all the control over him in her little hands. He swore this was going to be the end of him.

Feeling generous, Knives slowly undo his belt and zips down his zipper. Hoodie tried being subtle in the little roll of his hips, trying to grind against Knives' hand but she pulls it away with a smirk and waits for him to still his hips.

With a huff and furrowed brows, Hoodie stops and rests his hips against the mattress. As a reward for Hoodie's obedience, Knives hooks her fingers on his belt loops and pulls down his pants, revealing the huge bulge that tented his boxers and left a wet patch where the tip of his dick that twitched under the cotton.

Knives swore she couldn't stop herself when she took one finger and traced up and down the outline of his twitching cock. She took her thumb and rubbed slow little circles on his tip which is all it took for him to let out a pained moan.

"AH~ Shit! Don't do t-that-" Hoodie rasps.

She continued circling his hard length slowly and gently, teasing Hoodie until he starts rocking into her hand and grunts in pleasure and his breathing begins to quicken.

"You are driving me mad here, Princess." He curses out with breathless, groans.

Knives simply smirks, knowing full well what effect she was having on him. Hoodie feels heat rise up in his cheeks as he realizes his need for more. He needs to relieve some of the tension building inside of his body.

"Please baby, I need more." he softly says.

"Well since you said please.." Knives finally pulls down his boxers and out springs his hard cock that lewdly slaps against his stomach. It was truly a sight to see. His tip was flushed a pretty pink and has little beads of precum coming from it. His shaft had a few prominent veins and slightly twitched from the strong need of stimulation that Knives was currently teasing him with.

But Hoodie's worries are soon over when Knives wraps one of her hands around his length and slowly starts to pump up and down in slow, deliberate strokes.

A guttural moan escaped Hoodie as he arched his back and clutched onto the sheets with his free hand. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his mouth lolls open when Knives speeds up her pace, making wet slaps sound throughout the room.

Usually hoodie would be downright ashamed, embarrassed, humiliated…but right now all he could think about was how badly he wants to cum, how nice Knives' fingers felt against his sensitive dick that twitched and throbbed in her grasp. He swore he could cry when she rubbed a thumb against his tip, teasing it slightly with some feather-like touches.

"Ugh, s-such a good girl..fuck! Fuck being so good f'me." He groans out.

It was shocking how close he already was to orgasm, no one had ever been able to work him up so fast before but the coil in his stomach tightened and his balls twitched, signalling that he was about spill all over himself and Knives' hand…he just needed a little more.

Knives picks up on how his muscles tense and his back arches off the bed once again, his eyes are glassy and his mouth is lolled open. Even the knuckles on his free hand that is gripping the sheets turns white from the pressure of squeezing of so tightly, tensing up for his oncoming orgasm that was quickly approaching.

Knives smiles as she watches Hoodie get closer to the edge. His whole body is trembling from anticipation and the amount of precum that leaked from his dick was supplying enough lubricant that made every thing feel some much more pleasurable.

"You gonna cum?" Knives asks sweetly, tilting her head to the side as she watches Hoodie's hips twitch up and try to thrust up into her hand.

"Fuck..hah! Fuck yes, princess!" He grits out, grinding his hips upwards as he tries to push himself even closer towards the edge. Knees bending, Hoodie lets out another grunt and then lets out an anguished moan when a small drop of precum slides down the base of his dick.

His vision was starting to turn white as he feels his body shiver and his eyes roll into the back of his head, he can practically feel his orgasm….

Until Knives yanks her hand away. His dick twitches pathetically and Hoodie lets out a choked moan as his eyes shoot open and dart right towards Knives who was sitting on her knees with an innocent look on her face.

She did not just ruin his orgasm…

"W-What the….fuck was that?" Hoodie pants out.

Knives looks at him through her lashes and pouts her lips a little in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Knives coos. Her hand trails up his chest and back down to his v-line but abruptly stops right before she reaches his dick. Hoodie lets out a pained hiss in response and felt anger well up inside himself.

"You didn't fucking let me finish.." He growls out, clenching his jaw as he looked at Knives with narrowed eyes. Knives shrugs as if to say 'I wasn't finished yet', she really wanted to prove a point to Hoodie and so far she was pretty pleased with how it was going.

"Aw, m'sorry. I guess that was mean.." Knives frowns. She slowly starts to trace his hard length, reveling in his reactions as he bites his lips and humps his hips up against her hand.

"Darlin'…i-if you don't let me cum." Hoodie tried to warn but he kept pistoning his hips up into the palm of Knives hand that it felt too good to finish his sentence.

"What was that?" Knives laughs, watching him try to get himself off on her hand.

Moans start to leave his lips again but Knives pulls her hand away again.

Hoodie squeezes his eyes shut in frustration from the sudden lack of friction. At this point he swore that his dick was harder than a rock and it was painful with how it ached and throbbed for attention.

"Stop bein' such a slut and get me off…" Hoodie demands, his voice comes out more light than usual and filled with need as he tried his best to glare at Knives. Though it was hard to take him seriously when his lips were swollen from how he bite them, sweat beaded at his forehead, his eyes were glassy…it was the perfect view. Not to mention how Knives could see every divet and muscle on his body, all the scars and bruises that had formed over time. It was rare to see Hoodie's back arched off the bed, his legs spread wide as his rolled his hips up in the air.

"Not when you talk like that." Knives shoots back. She wasn't fully sure how much longer she'd be able to keep Hoodie from cumming but she loved how she teased him and edged him…it gave her another idea of how she could tease him.

"Y'know, I think i'll give you a break. You can just watch.." Knives smirks as she fully pulls her arms away.

Hoodie's eyes widen a bit and he opens his mouth to protest until he watches Knives press one of her hands to her chest, rubbing and kneading at her one tit sensually, just like he usually would. She rolls her nipple between her forefinger and thumb. She lets her head fall back and rubs both hands up and down her chest slowly, giving Hoodie a good show and successfully frustrating him even more.

She lets a soft moan rumble from her throat and she squeezes her breasts, rolling them slowly in her palms.

Hoodie could feel himself go lightheaded, gods he felt like he couldn't breathe. Knives was teasing him by flaunting her pretty tits and moaning like a whore while he was still unable to do anything to relieve himself.

"Tell me how pretty I am and then I might get you off.." Knives says in a husky voice. Hoodie, being out of his mind and intensely horny, he decided not to refuse.

"Please baby, please pretty girl. You are so gorgeous. So damn perfect, and ya' got the most perfect fuckin' tits.."

Knives trails one hand on his chest, rubbing and feeling up his muscles and abs but she didn't go any further. She wanted more.

"And…and you sound so damn pretty when you moan and call my name…gets me so hard so fuckin' fast."

Her hand trails lower, resting on his v-line. As another reward for his sweet words she leans down and presses kisses against his abdomen, letting him know that he was giving her exactly what she wanted.

"F-Fuck! And you look so dam pretty in that skirt, sweetheart. So pretty, wish I could just ran my hands over your pretty tits and fuck you so hard…."

Knives smiles and trails her kisses down. She reaches his v-line and kisses here and there in a few spots and then goes to his thighs. They were already perfectly spread apart, leaving no imagination to what was between them so she pressed little kisses to the insides of his thighs. She made sure to leave bite marks too during her assault on his sensitive skin.

Hoodie shivers in response and lets out a shaky moan. She was so, so fucking close to where he wanted. Maybe if he just ask really, really nicely…

"Ah! Princess, please suck me off. Please baby, i'll do anything to feel your pretty lips 'round me." he begs, watching as she kissed up his thighs and finally landed a kiss on his angry red tip.

She licks a long stripe up his dick and wraps her lips around the tip of his dick, sucking gently.

"Haaaaaa..mmfh" Hoodie moans. "FUCK! Keep goin' baby, please, please don' stop." Hoodie takes in a deep breath and begins moving his hips, forcing more of himself into her mouth. He lets out a loud cry, making Knives smile to herself.

When he moaned louder she took her time licking his length, making sure to use her tongue to lick straight across the tip.

"Ahh, ah…!!" Hoodie can feel himself getting ready to cum and boy was he going to cum hard.

“FUCK! Yes, please~ Sweetheart, yes!” He groans as his legs start to shake and his whole body begins to shudder. His dick throbs painfully in Knives mouth and he lets out a gasp as his hand pulls against the hand cuffs.

Almost there, so, so close…he could feel it…he was about to-

Then Knives leans up, away from his dick. She once again leaves him without stimulation, and it was lewd how a long string of saliva connected from her mouth to his dick as she pulled away.

"Princess. Please." Hoodie begs. He was so tired of being edged with no release that his voice came out in a deep, warning. However, Knives didn't care. She was sure that he was unable to break the cuffs and felt confident as she sat herself on his chest, smirking down at him and giving him a perfect view of her tits.

"No." Knives says simply. She expects him to beg some more, to try to melt her with some more sweet words and praises but instead she's met with silence.

Hoodie glares up at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes, it almost made Knives feel a little uneasy but she decided to reach back down behind herself to grip his dick, ready to tease him more.

She gives his dick a few more pumps and suddenly she stops when a loud "SNAP" sound rings through the air.

She knew exactly what it was. And now she realized she was fucked. (literally)

Before she could even blink, Hoodie flips her over and onto her back. He loomed over her with a scowl on his face and his eyes practically glowing with anger and frustration. He suddenly leans over her and snatches his belt up from the floor. With no time he wraps the belt around her wrists and securely ties them together, making sure she has no way out of this.

His hands dart out to push her legs back and into a mating press. Before she can get a word in she can feel his dick pressed against her entrance and he quickly sinks inside of her, groaning with sudden relief. He wastes no time before he starts to roughly pound his hips against hers, making sure to rail her into the bed as her hands stay bound together by his belt.

"AH! Hoodie..wait…I, too fast!" she gasps out.

"Really? Too fuckin' fast?" Hoodie seethes. "You fuckin' brat. You are gonna fuckin' take what I give you." He grunts, thrusting his hips into hers faster.

He roughly plants a hand under her chin, shoving her face up and giving him more access to her neck. He leans forward while drilling his dick into her, reaching impossibly deep inside her that Knives is left with no words and only strained moans and gasps.

His lips meet her neck and he doesn't care to leave any sweet little kisses there, instead he grates his teeth against her skin and bites her roughly. Roughly enough to draw little blood which has Knives' head spinning in circles from the sudden pain.

"You fuckin' like that you slut?" He spits out.

Knives doesn't answer and instead she lets her head hit the pillow behind her and she suddenly cums around Hoodie's dick. The sudden warmth from her orgasm and the tightness of her walls clenching around him has Hoodie reeling and gasping, making him shoot thick ropes of cum into her pussy.

Instead of stopping and giving himself and Knives time to ride out their orgasms he keeps thrusting his hips forward, making no moves to stop and take a rest.

"BRAIN! Brain, p-pleeasee-" Knives cries out desperately. She could feel all the cum and slick inside her cunt, start to slowly pool out and lather against the inside of her thighs, creating a wet mess. Not to mention she had barely came down from her previous orgasm and Hoodie was already building up another inside her.

"Don't fuckin' Brian me. Remember, you asked for this you whore!" Hoodie growls through clenched teeth as he pulls out slightly, only to slam right back into her.

Knives' eyes fill with tears as her body limply rocks back and forth from the power of Hoodie's thrusts.

"Oh, don't tell me ya' like this dirty talk, baby.." Hoodie teases. A sadistic smile comes to his face as a fat tear rolls down her cheek and her moans start to sound like they're straight from a porno.

"Tell me baby, who the fuck do you belong to?"

Knives scrambled to find the words, any words at all but all that comes from her mouth is slurred mumbles and moans.

Hoodie scowls at her as if she were a child and roughly smacks the palm of his hand against her ass, causing her to jolt against him.

"Use. Your. Words." He hisses.

"Msorry…goin' so, so fast." she whines.

In response to her whines he delivers another harsh slap to her ass, causing more tears to roll down her cheeks.

"Are you so fucking cockdrunk that you've gone dumb baby?" He sneers.

"I..'msorry….just, just…too fast!" she sobs. A hiccup erupts from he throat and her hands grip at hte leather that binds them.

"Aw, am I goin' too fast for you? Such a fuckin' baby." he rolls his eyes in a mocking way and watches as Knives' resolve continues to crumble.

"Such a dumb little slut f'me. Can't even form words, you're so cockdrunk." Hoodie slurs out and his hands grips her hips, pulling her down on him in order to get more leverage in his thrusts.

"Poor baby, can’t handle too much pleasure” Hoodie coos. To make things worse he reaches his hand down between their two bodies and mercilessly rubs at her clit.

She lets out a small sob and tries to wiggle her hips away but Hoodie has her glued in place with her legs thrown over his shoulders.

"MMh! Hoode…m'gonna - m'gonna cum!" Knives gasps out.

"Then cum with me you slut." Hoodie demands. He focuses on the way his hips slap against hers and he buries his head in her neck, biting and sucking marks there as he orgasm comes like a semi-truck.

"AH! Fuck-" Hoodie cusses as he spills inside her once again, painting her insides white with his hot, thick seed.

Not too long after, Knives lets out a scream of his name and gushes around him, creating more of a mess on the sheets below them.

Finally, Hoodie's hips still and he gently rubs his hands up and down her sides as her body shivers and she slowly comes back down from her orgasm.

When Knives opens her eyes, she comes to find Hoodie pressing soft kisses to her now bruised flesh. He catches her eyes and brings his hand up to gently cradle her cheek.

he tenderly presses a kiss to her lips and rests his sweaty forehead against hers, almost as an apology for how rough he was earlier.

"Why are you sooo meann?" Knives whines softly.

Hoodie playfully rolls his eyes and mocks her own words in a high pitched tone as he leans up to untie her hands.

"WhY aRE yOu sO MeAN?" He mocks with a horribly high pitched tone.

Knives pouts and gently pushes his head off to the side in annoyance.

"I don't sound like that." she utters in a defeated voice.

"Aw, what happened to all that confidence you had earlier baby?" Hoodie chuckles lightly as she turns her head to she side, her cheeks have a light blush that proves how flustered she was.

"What? Did I fuck it out of you?" Hoodie asks with a grin.

Knives looks up at Hoodie again with an exasperated sigh. Hoodie can't help the genuine smile that fights its way onto his face.

"Gods, why do you have to be so damn cute all the time?"

He leans in for another kiss and runs his hands through her now tangled hair.

He swore that one day she would be the death of him.

#knives and hoodie hours #knives my beloved #simp party #simp party my beloved #simp party smut #oc time #ocs

[ace-reviews]

Anime Review: Trigun Stampede

Originally, when this series won the poll to see which of this season's anime I would review, I was planning to rewatch the 1998 anime in order to better discuss the differences between the two series, since I've never watched the movie or read the manga or seen any of the other adaptations that may or may not exist. I ultimately didn't because I have super important video games to play, but it's probably fine. I'm sure there are plenty of comparisons between the two just a Google search away if that's what you're interested in.

I watched several disconnected episodes of Trigun in high school and watched the whole series a few years ago, in the background while I played some video game or another. Basically, while I definitely enjoy and have fond memories of it, I've never had the deep and abiding love of the series that a lot of other millennial weebs have.

I didn't retain much about the plot or the history of the characters, but I remembered that Vash is a plant (though not the kind I originally thought of) who likes love, peace, and donuts; Meryl and Milly were trying to keeping him from causing more property damage; Wolfwood dies; and Knives is yandere. That's about it. Even so, I was put off by some of the seemingly arbitrary changes made for Stampede--mostly the decision to replace Milly with a middle aged alcoholic named after an actor and the introduction of Vash and Knives' backstory in the first episode.

I left the first episode feeling largely ambivalent toward the whole thing, and when the second episode was out I was busy watching other premiers so I didn't bother with it. Then I got caught up with the third episode and was blown the fuck away.

Knives has always ever been "Vash's yandere brother" to me. I remember little about him from the '98 series except that he exists and was the bad guy. When he was introduced in the first episode of Stampede playing piano while draped in that weird blobby shroud thing, I found it a bit silly. Like, "ooooh look at him he's so scawy lmao". Then he showed up in episode three and was fucking terrifying.

The highest point of the series is the episode detailing Wolfwood's backstory, which is presented in a charming picture book style that looks very nice and contrasts nicely with the really dark shit being covered. If I wanted to, I could also write a separate essay just talking about how Knives is the best character and how he was totally right all along (some of the shit he gets up to in the last couple episodes crosses over into 'what the fuck dude' territory, but he is supposed to be the bad guy so it's fine).

The environmental messaging is a bit hamfisted, but considering the current state of the climate I think we're far past the need for subtlety--if anything, we should probably start looking into beating people 'round the head with actual hammers instead of merely metaphorical ones lest this series become based on a future true story.

Ultimately, though, Trigun Stampede is fucking phenomenal. I'm not going to say 'you owe it to yourself!!' to give it a second chance if you bounced off the first episode because the only things you owe yourself are food, water, sunshine, and love, but I doubt you'd regret giving it another go.

#trigun stampede #anime review #winter 2023

[borathae]

Okay idk if you’ve done this before but what are a list of SA!Yoongi’s kinks? I know we’ve seen pretty much his fav ones in the story 🤤 but does he have any more?

You just opened Pandora's box with that question JFAJDFAJD the way I could talk about him 24/7 365 😩😔 get ready for the horniest rant in existence

Oral, giving (obviously)

getting sat on lmao

Bondage specifically Shibari

Spanking & Impact Play

Choking

Hair Pulling

Pain (just hurt him however you want to, he will want it harder)

Knives & Swords

Biting (but without blood drinking)

he's into Degradation when his partner's into it

fucking loves to praise

anal (recieving just with her though)

anything that involves his senses & either being denied of them or having them overstimulated

her suffocating him with her scent for example

or being blindfolded

he also loves touching his blindfolded partner with only his fingertips because that makes them squirm and he's into that

Hand holding!! i said what i said

Rough Sex

but also soft love making

anything that involves a chase (be it him having to flee from her or him having to catch her)

or even the simple act of her making him chase her for a kiss fucking messes with his mind

he loves a contrast, meaning:

loves to treat her as his queen (her pleasure is so important!)

but in return wants her to push him around & hurt him

so in a sense you could say that he uses being Dom as an opportunity to show her his love through actions because "he sucks at words"

while as a sub he finds comfort in finally being "the weaker one" for once

also anything that involves Orgasm Control & Overstimulation

that's where he either turns into a teary mess or the cockiest sadist in existence

i hate him so much, i want to fucking ruin him

I also think that he doesn't particularly care about what his partners wear, but he can't deny that he gets more excited when she wears pretty lingerie or his clothes or in Koo's case when he wears bondage gear. That isn't a must though and he will get hard for them even if they're in grubby, dirty clothes.

I can also tell you that the sex he had in the past was very different from how he fucks her or Kook. There's emotion involved with them which makes him feel everything ten times more intense and he definitely does stuff with them, he never would have done with other people because he simply didn't trust those peeps enough. You know sex in the past never involved him getting naked or moaning about how good it feels to him. He was also strictly Dom and refused any sort of reciprocation because that made him highly uncomfortable. You know, even with someone as OC he still struggles sometimes to recieve because it's so foreign to him (he loves it so much with her though, don't be fooled).

Also he has the most sensitive nipples & neck and whenever she touches either of those zones he feels close to swooning. Also has the most senstive dick & ass, I'm just saying. He would never admit just how sensitive but oh dear lord, he is a sensitive boi :(

And to end it all, know for sure that if you decide to fuck him and he's in love with you, his nature will shine through and he will turn gluttonous as fuck for pleasure. Which will result in him wanting it over and over again for literal hours.

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #anon #yg thirst #thirsty thursday #hcs: sanguis duology

[polzkadotz]

wip wednesday — fem andreil Pining™ for keira (kevin) day au

do I have many, many wips at the moment? yes. But I literally spent a whole day thinking about boobs (a great day) and I wrote, on a whim, 4.6k of smut. The following day, I found plot for the smut, so now I have 5 wips instead of 4, yay? lmao

Enjoy!

PS: I have not decided on a name for fem andreil, hence the brackets. I'm just waiting for some childhood crush to blindside me like Keira (Knightley) did. It will happen at some point, I'm sure.

[Andrew] couldn't say that she expected to see [Neil] in lacy fucking orange lingerie lounging on her bed when she opened the door to their room, but that was what she got on the following day. 

Apparently, [Neil] had clearly decided that an open sudden attack (possibly? heart attack???) was the best offence move when dealing with your own lusting for Keira Day. 

Who was right behind [Andrew]. And who looked mildly baffled when [Andrew] froze at the open door.

[Neil] only smirked at her while [Andrew] closed the door again and put a hand up to stop Keira when she opened her mouth. 

“Scram,” [Andrew] told her. 

“What?” 

“Go away, find somewhere else to be, get lost, skedaddle, get out of my presence,” [Andrew] fired rapidly, and Keira still only blinked back, baffled. “Scram.”

“Why?!” Keira demanded, slightly whiny. [Andrew] wanted to pinch her to make her move quicker, that knee-jerk reaction to be fucking mean, as mean as Keira was every fucking day she didn't make a move of them and only watched, hungry eyes glued on [Andrew] and [Neil] like the pervert she was, but she controlled herself. 

She was about to twist in and poke pretty deeply at one of Keira's hidden desires. Physical punishment wouldn't be necessary. 

[Andrew] stepped aside. “Go in and see what she looks like. Then tell me if you're gonna stay.”

[Andrew] saw the moment Keira understood she was being sexiled, caught the brief challenge that flashed in her eyes and was half-convinced Keira would actually do it, would open the door and join them (Finally, [Andrew] could hear [Neil] say in the back of her mind), but then.

Keira's slack hands turned into fists.

Her jaw tightened, sharper than knives, all that violent potential turned inwards. A flash of pain in her eyes that spoke of how an ocean of blood was currently inundating Keira, suffocating her. 

“Send me a message when…” she trailed off, avoiding [Andrew]'s gaze. 

Left.

I'm planning on posting it in time for kinktober because there will be Kink (so much kink aaaa), and currently I'm predicting it will be around 20k, but You Know Me, it will probably be 30k lmao

(reblogs fuel me to write faster btw ❤️)

#wip wednesday #my writing #aftg #all for the game #andreil #kandreil #fem andreil #GIRLS ARE SO HOT THEY CURED MY WRITER'S BLOCK 🥵🥴 #literally let myself plan as much smut as I wanted to and that convinced me to work on the tag wrangling au in the name of fairness too #planned FOUR CHAPTERS of the tag wrangling au. yeehaw #this is going up at 11:21 pm on Tuesday in my timezone but I DONT CARE ITS MY QUEUE IT WAS THE BEST I COULD DO

[millionsnife]

thanks to @swarmedhost for putting up with my rambling once more and also enduring the weird topic switch this became bc this definitely started as an elendira thought train and turned into a conrad and knives ramble but some thoughts on knives, elendira, conrad and the search for absolution in a god you've created.

also this all based on the english dub of stampede, which is what i base my portrayal of knives on; some of this may not match the sub in terms of wording/personality so keep that in mind when i mention stuff.

it's something i noticed about conrad and knives at some point during various episode rewatched while making icons and just overall double checking my memory of various events but like? i think conrad is the one to plant the concept of godhood into knives.

like sure he absolutely 100% was kinda fucked up by trauma and everything else and he absolutely would still have gone off the rails no matter what, but i think without conrad, the idea that he is a god wouldn't quite be a thing. conrad (at least in the english dub) tends to speak of knives, to knives, with an odd sort of otherness. when they do the final run of the plants when he and vash meet again as teenagers conrad says "forgive us. forgive... my kind". putting an emphasis on "my kind", on the way knives is not human.

he asks knives to forgive them, as if knives is the only one capable of granting humanity forgiveness for what they've done. this, i think, traces back to tesla. to the things they did to her. i don't think it's ever explicitly stated outright that he regrets it or that he wants to undo what was done but the photo he keeps and the way he reacted to her eye makes it pretty clear how he felt about it after the fact. knives definitely forced him into working for him, but i think tesla's eye in his arm was the real deciding factor. i think conrad desires absolution from tesla, forgiveness for what was done to her but knows she'll never be able to grant it.

knives is the closest thing he can ever have to that, so he builds him up. and knives takes the seed he plants and runs with it. knives accepts godhood as his due and conrad pushes that agenda in the search for absolution he's never going to find.

as for elendira; conrad calls her an 'it' and says she's a lab grown clone that is neither human nor plant. he mentions that she and the others around her are collaborations between him and knives which to me implied that knives provided the plant dna that conrad used for their creation? it's not actually stated outright though and he doesn't really explain for sure so it's just speculation on my end lmao. but i have the impression from that whole scene that she's basically a plant/human hybrid he grew in his lab.

but knives doesn't really acknowledge her, i think. conrad raises elendira. most of the scenes she appears, she's at conrad's side. she's holding his hand. it's clear he's the one to raise her, care for her. and she seems to revere knives? based on the very short snippet where vash offers to help with her arm after wolfwood injures her and she gets mad at him, calls him a traitor and says he should hear how 'lord knives talks about you'. it's clear conrad's raised her to consider knives above everything.

knives on the other hand, at least pre july i think barely realizes she exists, and when he does acknowledge her it's with a distant sort of disdain for her existence. a 'you would be perfection if not for the taint of humanity in you' sort of thing'. he's cruel when he remembers she exists. if he remembers at all.

post july if he finds her again he's better about it; he recognizes that he was a shitty person to her, and she didn't deserve that and since he's trying to be better he tries to actually form some sort of relationship with her.

#hcs;; #i don't know if i've really explained anything in my head well sorry lmao #it's all there it's just jumbled together into a great big mess