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ﾟ+* ꔫ — 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 : hanma shuji.

content: f!reader. bad toman!shuji. mentions of murder, blood and violence. use of guns and knives. some sort of mutual pining. work partners to fwbs to lovers kinda thing. you fuck on the hood of his car that's parked in an alley, you suck blood off his fingers, he licks blood off your body (not your own). unprotected sex, fingering, biting, body marking, shuji's a little crazy v_v.

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— . ｡˚ ♡ when kisaki gives hanma a little ‘birthday treat’ by sending him on a hunt for some traitors, he makes you go with him as a leash. and hanma decides he wants to have a little more fun, with you.

an: i'm terribly late but here it is! happy birthday shuji my love.

the night is still — the sky dark, the moon blocked out by the heaviness of the clouds, and the expanse overhead stretches like a void, consuming all that lay underneath.

the sounds of the city fade further away, giving way to the clack of your heels and the thud of hanma's shoes against the asphalt with every step you take away from the main streets — following him as he turns wildly around the final corner into an alley, and you both at last make it to a safe place.

you stop just short of bumping into him, and the scent of sweat and drying blood, mixed with a familiar hint of cigarettes and men's cologne, invades your senses with your next breath.

you taste rust on your tongue, at the back of your throat, and now that you've stopped running, the smell and the taste remind you of how badly you've both just fucked your mission up.

"you know what," hanma laughs, barely out of breath as he lurches to a stop beside his car, parked unceremoniously at the back of the alley, concealed by the shadows of the buildings and midnight gloom. "i take it back. kisaki knew what he was doing when he sent me out to work on my birthday."

he gives his gun a little shake, watching as it spews the last wisp of smoke from its mouth, before putting it back in his pocket and turning to you with a grin. "heh, that was the most fun i've had in a while."

oh, you know he had fun.

you've known hanma quite well for quite a while, even intimately so because you've fucked on occasion, but still — you think you'll never quite get used to seeing him like this.

his suit had been clean when you'd left headquarters earlier that night — it was a grey two piece, form fitting and accentuating his lanky figure, and it was as expensive as it was lovely.

but when you'd watched him in the warehouse, told to stand by on guard in case someone interrupted his little kill job, you'd witnessed how he dirtied it, how he got it covered in blood.

the sleeves were dripping red, his white dress shirt splattered with arterial spray — and you couldn't tell if it was his own blood or not that was trickling down his chin, as he slid his tongue out to lick it up.

"fuckin' shit, you are," he'd cackled, on his haunches over the victim of his hunt, as the man under him screamed for mercy. "think you can fuck my boss over and get away with it? i'll kill you. yeah? say my fuckin' name with your last fuckin' breath."

and when he'd gotten back up, his hair was tousled, black and blonde curls falling over lusty gold eyes as he threw his head back and laughed — tall and broad shouldered, with a long, freshly used blade in his hand and with his pale skin stained red with blood, he'd laughed.

and god, he looked so fucking hot.

but you can't focus on that right now. you're too busy trying to catch your breath, and though you're glad you've escaped safely, though he'd looked so hot playing his game of being a ruthless villain — the task you were assigned with was still ultimately fucked. "shuji, what is wrong with you?"

and instead of feeling remorse or staying quiet, hanma just laughs. again. "babydoll, i think we need to do this more often. you're getting out of shape."

"kisaki said—" you're cut off by your own coughing, and hanma rests a bloodstained hand on the small of your back as you bend down and brace yourself with your hands against your knees. "kisaki said keep things under cover and deliver the body to the harbor, not make a whole massacre out of one little kill job and then be all fucking careless and almost get shot to death by the other guy hiding under a fucking cardboard box."

"hey," he rubs your back, thumb catching on the red satin of your dress as he presses into it, trying to get a feel of your softness. "i didn't die. you saved me."

"you almost died!" you protest — "you nearly fucking died and you would be bleeding out through a hole in your head right now, had i not been there to shoot down that other man first. who fucking knew he was even there?"

"you did save me." he smiles. "two birds with one stone! now hush. you're being a little too loud."

right.

"and who knows how many other people know what we were doing there tonight." you mutter sourly, thinking of how much trouble you'd all have to go through to cover up all that had happened tonight. if you didn't send people over to clean the bloody mess hanma had left at the warehouse tonight, there would be no escaping things.

you'd lose a lot of cash, at the very least, bribing people to stay blind and mute to the murder. "someone ratted us out. there's more traitors around, shuji. there were more people coming. that's why we had to fucking run for our lives all the way till we got here."

"you're right, babydoll." he says softly, rubbing your back for you as you sigh — and you'd believe he'd finally snapped out of his adrenaline high and sobered up, if he wasn't using that petname on you. "we've got more hunting to do."

you glance up when you catch something glinting between hanma's clothes, and you notice that the knife he had used to slash his victim up was carelessly stabbed into the folds of his own suit—

something he'd recklessly done that you hadn't noticed, as he'd grabbed your arm and run off with you, thanking you in a maniacal fit of giggles for shooting down the guy that would've shot him in the back of the head and killed him, had you been too late.

he's crazy.

"fuck's sake. at least you had your fun." you sigh again, and hanma steps closer to you still, chuckling as he runs his fingertips lightly up your spine. "i did, baby. it's my birthday, remember? i'm supposed to have fun."

you can feel the heat radiating from his body even from here — it chases away the cold, lets you feel some of the fire that's burning in him. "take that stupid knife out of your poor suit."

"you mad the suit's ruined?" hanma pouts, and you roll your eyes at him.

"enough." you mutter, straightening back up and taking another breath.

the polished surface of the car gleams in the light of the street lamp buzzing across the street, as you walk over, squeezing into the narrow space between the alley wall and the car door to open the shotgun. god, he had to park the thing in a place like this, too.

"we need to get home quick. you're all fucking dirty, and you'd be in worse shape if i hadn't been here to haul your ass. kisaki sent me with you so i'd keep you from getting killed or caught red-handed."

"aw, come on baby." hanma coos, shrugging his shoulders as if to claim his innocence, watching while you lean uncomfortably into the car and pull out disinfectant and a clean towel from the bag under the shotgun seat.

he watches as you struggle, twisting your body and cursing under your breath as you work through it. he remembers — how you'd watched him cut that man up, how you'd looked so enamoured by his violence, so afraid yet excited all at once, as you'd listened to him talk and watched him gut the man like a fish.

he remembers how you had run up to him, almost losing your footing in those cute little heels of yours as you pushed him aside and pointed your gun behind him, the weapon already loaded and with the hammer pulled back as you pulled the trigger — and shot another man that had somehow stayed silently hidden behind the boxes at the back the entire time.

"fuck," you'd gasped, and hanma had seen the anger, the fear and the flooding relief in your eyes as the man crumpled to the floor. then, you'd been interrupted yet again by the screeching of motorcycle tyres outside. "we need to get out of here, shuji. now."

and hanma's cold, ruthless heart had fluttered. you cared for him, didn't you? truly.

aw, he had thought. she loves me!

oblivious to his stare, you squeeze back out and set the bottle on the hood of the car, reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder, turning him around and examining his condition.

half of his face is swathed in shadow, and half is bathed in the fluorescent light of the street lamp. you see the smatter of blood on his cheek, the stain of it at his lip and on his chin where he'd licked it away earlier.

there's drying blood all over his clothes, trails of it down his neck and spread over the white of his shirt, from when he drove his knife into the man's chest and it had cut a vessel, spraying blood all over him.

"take the jacket off." you say, and he does so.

the white shirt stretches across his shoulders, the buttons at the top undone to make it easier for him to move in the thing. the hem of it had somehow stayed mostly tucked into his pants the whole time, and the buckle of his belt shines gold as you looked down at it. his pants hug his legs, showing off his thighs and calves as he stands there, smirking down at you like he's reading your thoughts.

shit, he looks so good.

the round lens of his glasses flash as he turns according to your push, the edges flecked with drops of red — and when you reach up and take them off, his eyes glimmer gold, along with the dopey smile he gives you. "babydoll, you're my lil life saver, aren't you?"

his voice lilts with the words, and instantly, you know what he's trying to start. you say nothing, but the meeting of your eyes with his is all he needs to continue.

he towers over you, shadow falling on you and shielding you from the light as he draws closer. the thick scent of cigars, cologne and blood grows stronger, and you breathe it all in — and his smile widens along with the rise of your chest.

"shuji, wait." you try, but your tone is half hearted and you know he catches it. "i need to clean you up first."

"you're all dirty too, you know?" he hums. his right hand comes back up, still sticky and red with blood as he cups your cheek with his palm, lifting your face up towards his. "such a gorgeous fuckin' sight, when you're covered in blood and holdin' a gun."

it's true. right after you'd told hanma that you both needed to get out of there immediately, you'd fallen on your ass into a pool of the first man's flesh and blood. your arms, your dress and your legs were all dirty with it, and now with hanma's touching, your face is dirty, too.

"shuji," you repeat. "not now. we need to get back, report to kisaki, and send people to cover up the messes you made."

"that can wait, can't it?" he presses even closer to you, placing sin flat against your stomach and giving you a light push.

he coaxes you to sit up on the hood of his car, the metal cold and smooth against your bare thighs, exposed by the short length of your pencil skirt — and you almost fall against it as hanma pushes himself between your legs and lowers his face to yours, bending down so he can get a good look at your pretty face. "haven't had a taste of you in a while, doll. don't you miss me?"

his palm slides over from your stomach to your waist, fingers squeezing at your flesh over the fabric as he slides his palm higher up. "it's my birthday. can't turn me down just like that. that's mean."

"sh—shuji," you say, trying your hardest to sound composed but it's so hard when he's so close, so hot, and his voice is so low and delicious in your ear. "not here—"

"can't." he groans almost dramatically, hand making it up to your ribs before he slides his palm to your back, toying with the zipper that's hiding under the slit of satin at the middle of your back. "i can't wait. you don't fuckin' know what you do to me, huh? so fuckin' hot, all dressed up, covered in blood and bossing me around like you're my little wife."

and with a whirr of tiny metal teeth unhooking from eachother, your zipper is undone, and your dress hangs loosely at your chest.

"your hands are bloody, shuji." you protest, but your voice is reduced to little more than a whine — he's so hot it's overpowering. "can't touch me like that."

"suck my fingers clean for me then." he says, and laughs when you scrunch up your nose and scowl. he takes a moment to grab the bottle of disinfectant, pours some into his palm and lathers it over his hands and arms. the bloodstains disappear somewhat, but his fingertips remain red, skin and nails etched with blood.

wiping it off with the towel, he presents his hands to you again. "happy? now, suck them off for me, like you'd do to my dick." he doesn't wait for your answer, pushing his thumb past your lips and into your mouth, and you taste blood and disinfectant on your tongue— "mmph!"

"shhh, it's okay, baby." hanma chuckles, tapping your cheek with his index finger. "go on. i know you missed having daddy's fingers in your mouth."

fuck — hearing him call himself daddy makes you go weak. and he knows, god, he knows — you see it in the way his eyes darken, the way his grin widens as you curl a hand around his wrist and suck on his thumb, leaning into his touch. "that's it, there's daddy's good girl."

the edges of his eyes catch the light from the street lamp, glowing in a halo of gold as he watches you closely, letting out little groans of pleasure as you suck harder and harder.

he gives you another finger, and then another — and his other hand first pulls at his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it off, letting out a sigh as he then brings the hand over to your thigh. this time, it's punishment, and he slides it under your skirt swiftly, fingers tugging at your panties and urging you to lift your ass of the hood a little so he can take them off.

"'s my little doll gonna be quiet for me?" he croons, pulling the lace garment down and yanking it off along with your heels — you feel them slip off, hear the heels clatter onto the ground. "we're outside, aren't we? 'n even if we're alone, you're gonna hafta stay quiet. or do you need me stuffin' these panties in your mouth?"

"n—mm," you shake your head, trying to speak around a mouth full of his fingers, and he laughs, wishing it was his cock making your cheeks bulge like that, but he doesn't have the patience to play right now.

he needs his cock in your cunt.

"good girl," he gives you a smile, showing teeth as he presses into you, giving your pussy a quick swipe with two of his fingers to gather up your leaked slick onto them and pop them in his mouth for a taste. "mm, fuck, baby," he grunts, eyes rolling up as he exhales, hot over your neck. "so good. so wet for me tonight — y'like seeing me kill people, ah?"

"mhm," you moan, not even sure what you're saying anymore, more interested in the way he's pushing your legs further apart, fumbling with the zipper of his pants and pulling his cock out from within, the heady tip red and hungry to be buried in the velvet walls of your cunt.

"a dirty fuckin' slut, aren't ya? heh," he giggles, voice so deep yet playful at the same time as he slips his fingers out of your mouth, his other arm curling around your waist, forearm against your bare back because he's unzipped your dress already, pulling you in as he tries to angle himself right.

"shit, baby," he grunts, wet fingers going under your skirt to touch your pussy — digging through the folds and touching your clit before he's bringing them down to sink into your entrance. "move a little f'me? daddy wants his cock in you, doll. let me fuckin' get in there."

"hah," you gasp at the curl of his fingers in your cunt, warm, wet walls clenching around them and squelching loudly as you lean back onto your elbows on the car's hood, feeling it bend a little under your weight as you spread your legs further and wrap them around hanma's waist, dragging him in. "please, shuji — daddy, need it. hurry up, fuck."

"'m givin' it, doll." he moans, laughing hoarsely when he pushes his fingers in deeper and your pussy squelches again. "fuck, pussy's louder than your mouth tonight, huh? naughty girl."

he slips his fingers back out, lands a sudden slap on your cunt that makes you cry out, and laughs as he grabs his cock and strokes it, still caged into your body by your legs wrapped around his waist.

"daddy," you whine, and he moves in for a kiss, meeting your lips with his mouth open, forcing his tongue in your mouth and tasting the blood — and he chuckles into your mouth, brows screwing together as he tastes the bitter tang of disinfectant that followed.

you're really his little slut, huh? sucking on his fingers even when they tasted like that?

"shhh," he mumbles into the corner of your mouth, giving his cock one last pump before he bumps his head to your pussy, slowly slipping himself in. "i got you, baby."

the stretch is expected — you've had him in you more than a few times, but still, it's still fucking delicious when his cock slides into you.

you feel how your walls hug his length, sucking him in as you lay on your back on the hood of his car, legs spread out and wrapped around his waist as he slowly pushes himself balls deep inside, skin cold but body hot and heart beating so loud inside with him pressed to your body, his smell and his taste cloaking you along with the metallic odour of blood.

god, he's so hot — so, so hot — "let me clean you up a little too, hm?" he hums, voice breathy with pleasure as he kisses your cheek, feeling the smatter of dried blood on your cheek against his lips, and he puts his tongue out and licks at your face, sending shivers crawling up your spine when he moans into your ear.

"heh, so good, babydoll. all of you 's so good," he says, rolling his hips in and slapping them against your ass as he slides fully into you with a heavy chuckle that sounds so good you could cum just listening to it—

and then, he bites.

he grabs your hair, curls his fingers up your nape into your messy locks and pulls your face aside to reveal your neck to him — and he bares his teeth and bites.

"a—ah! shuji!" you cry, and he laughs, digging his teeth in just hard enough for it to hurt, for it to hurt so good, before moving his face back to see how his teeth have marked your neck. "it's halloween season, baby. you'll be getting bitten sooner or later, lookin' this fuckin' fine."

"mmm—more," you moan, pulling another string of pitchy laughter from him, followed by a low growl as he bites again, lower this time but still just as hard. "fuck!".

he starts to move then, knowing he's not going to last long with how you're fluttering around him, sucking him in like you're afraid he's about to get up and leave.

there's blood on your neck too, and down your collarbones, and he licks it all up as he pulls in and out of your cunt, filling the silent alley with muted slap-slap-slap sounds and your moans, your dress falling apart to reveal your tits to him — and as he watches them bounce with each slap of his hips into you, he thinks he might go insane.

your only warning is the sight you see, of his eyes going bright, gold and narrow with want—

and then he's got you shoved onto the hood right on your back, your head against the windshield as he grabs your waist and digs his fingers into the plush skin, leaning onto the car and telling you in a rasp, "fuck, hold on f'me, pretty doll."

then, his body offers the first snap — and his cock hits your cervix so hard, your head is knocked back along with the rest of your body — he has you seeing stars.

the night sky above, that you can barely see between the two buildings on either side of the alley, is pitch black — but hanma puts stars in your eyes with how hard he fucks you.

the hinges of the car's hood whine just a little under your shared weights, but you don't hear it — not over hanma's heavy breathing, his whispered fuckfuckfuckfuck as he gets closer and closer to his high, and your open mouthed gasps for air as each thrust of his big fucking cock in your cunt knocks your breath away.

his pace is so fast, so hard, it's incredible he has so much left in him after all that fighting and all that god damn running—

but he fucks you hard, big hands holding you pinned down as he uses you all up, dress bunching up at your stomach, and your zipper digging into your back as he sends you to heaven and back on top of his car, right in this stupid little alley with a dead man's blood still wet on both your skins and clothes.

"baby," he moans, sweat glistening on his brow, at his temples, as he struggles to look at you through the bliss. "gonna cum, gonna fuckin' cum."

"want it, shuji — fuck, inside, please." you beg, eyes rolled back into your head, back arching up as you try so hard to keep your orgasm away, because you wanna cum with him, not before him.

but it's impossible — each thrust sends a pulse of white hot pleasure into your veins, the head of his cock hitting your sweetest spots so well, digging into them and leaking precum into you as he nearly loses himself and collapses on top of you, blissed out before he even cums.

"inside?" he rasps. "want it inside like you're my girl? like you're my own little thing, my slut, my girlfriend, my wife?"

"i am—" your voice breaks with the next hit of his cock into your cunt, overwhelmed and unable to hold your high back anymore. "i am your girl— mmh, gonna cum shuji, gonna cum!"

"go ahead, cum f'me," he hisses, the words sharp and needy as he bends down to kiss you again. "make me cum too, yeah? cum nice 'n hard for me 'n help me fill you all fuckin' up."

"mmgh," you swallow, as he keeps fucking into you, and you're half afraid that there's someone around to hear you by now as you feel yourself slip, as you feel the first wave of your orgasm crash down on you and your mind goes blank.

your pussy tightens around hanma's cock, so tight and hot and wet, squeezing him in a vice — and when your hands finally come up from where they've been gripping the edges of the hood to try and stay balanced, to cup his face and pull him down for another kiss, before you wrap your arms around him and drag him ontop of you, he feels your body squish under his, and fuck, it pushes him off the edge.

"cumming—" he chokes out, and you feel the thick, hot seed paint your walls white a second after, as shuji tries his best to hold himself up over you, gasping out your name as he cums.

your orgasm milks him through, pussy eating all his cum up, as he falls still with his balls against your ass, dissolving into your frame and your embrace as he breathes, so tired but feeling so fucking good at the same time. "hah—shit, baby. so good. so—so fuckin' good, i love you."

"mmm," you whimper, as he kisses your neck, his hair in your face, his glasses getting smudged on your skin. you feel his cum fill your hole up and drool out, so much cum you can't even hold all of it in. "i love you, too."

the two of you lay there for a few minutes, catching your breath and pulling yourselves together — and then shuji says, "fuck. gotta get home now."

"would've been better if we waited till then." you grumble, feeling sticky and sweaty now that the euphoria is over.

"hah, no," hanma giggles, his cheek pressed to your chest. "much better this way, dollface. don't fuckin' lie."

"hmph," you huff, running a hand through his hair — and you feel how he relaxes into your touch, purring low in his throat as you scrape your nails at the nape of his neck.

"happy birthday, shuji." you sigh, and he chuckles, low and hoarse into your skin.

"thank you, babydoll. give me an 'i love you'?"

"i love you." you hum, tilting your head forward to kiss his hair — and you ignore the way he lifts himself up to stare at you and coo like you hadn't just said it minutes ago. "now come on, let's fucking go home, shuji. i'm tired."

"okay, okay. but — since it's my birthday and since you love me … you drive."

"shuji."

"fuck, fine. you're no fun."

and there's nobody to hear it, but if there were, then they'd hear two killers laughing together, huddled up ontop of a car in an alley in the middle of a late October night, after having freshly added to their body counts just that very same night <3

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mlarty · 19 days

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Asks about our art and drawing process

Seeing more and more questions about this, so it makes sense to put these together in a single post

But before we start, a little warning: we ain't no art school graduates or anything, just a couple of self-taught illustrators who still figuring how to draw. This means we can't really give any pro tips, only share our experience, and let's be real, there's so little to share. So don't feel bad if after this post we sometimes skip these kinda questions — guys, we have a smooth brain and just vibing with our art. Nothing else v_v

So here you go

Nothing special, seriously. It might sound harsh, but sometimes we just don't have any other choice. Drawing is our job, our way of surviving, our life. There is no better motivation than taxes, you know. As for how we got started, it was all about that love for drawing, making ocs and stories, creating original stuff, and all the failures were like a boss fight. And fighting can be fun, not painful. Remember, the old you, the one who didn't know as much, brought you here — so don't ask too much from the current one, it's all part of the journey to becoming the future you. Love the process, not just the result. That's enough for us

Thank you so much! Glad to hear you think so 🖤

Ahh.. randomly. Just choose those colors that work better with the mood and the idea of illustration, not always based on reality. Inspired by other artists art, animation, movies. Everything can change in the final anyway. Sometimes it's just an irrational "well... it's more beautiful this way”. Chaotic process, to be honest

Omg… idk?? but thank you. We're not feeling like pro artists just yet though. We just draw. And analyze it. Analysis is a good thing. And broaden your art horizons. And then draw again

Hey dear we’re really sorry that your relatives don’t share your passion for art. This is a true story for us — our families didn't always take our choices seriously either. But drawing can always be your hobby

We’re absolutaly okay with using our art as references for a study. Just no tracing and no using as references for your personal work/ideas. It's pretty obvious, but just in case

And it's super cool to hear that our illustrations are inspiring you to get back into art. Thank you! 🖤🖤🖤

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princessniitza · 5 months

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roses are red / violets are blue

from which of these fanfiction tropes / would you choose?

au or canonverse? / and they were roommates or friends to lovers? / angst or hurt/comfort? / fluff or smut? / rivals to lovers or fake dating au? / there was only one bed or huddling for warmth / fix-it or whump? / slow burn vs pwp

—xoxo your RCSS 🥸💝

RCSS! :') So glad to hear from you! I was getting worried, or wondering if Tumblr hadn't started eating your asks, as it is wont to.

Re: the fanfiction tropes, let's answer with Rebelcaptain in mind, which seems to be ze moste relevante here:

au or canonverse? - can i cheat and say canonverse!au? like, I really enjoy my Rebelcaptain in a Star Wars setting, but canon divergence ('everybody lives/nobody died' or 'alternate first meeting') is kinda required for anything to really work, isn't it? ^^"

'and they were roommates' or 'friends to lovers'? - uh, tough one... I guess I'll go with friends to lovers for Rebelcaptain, because in a canon!au the other would make no sense? (UNLESS - you go with an au where Jyn joined the Alliance when she was dumped by Saw and she rose through the ranks & at one point something something the Rebellion is short on space and has to make even its officers share rooms and Jyn gets assigned one of the spooks from Intel and she thinks that won't be fun, sharing a room with a stranger, but then she just never sees him, she swears the guy is a ghost, and somehow that's even worse & something she can't abide, so now clearly she has to catch him)

angst or hurt/comfort? - hurt/comfort, I am a soft-hearted bean who can't take too much of a beating ;-;

fluff or smut? - can it be both? I'm usually a true enjoyer of fluff but it appears I like me some good Rebelcaptain smut. That's just how they are I guess ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

rivals to lovers or fake dating au? - another tough one, mostly because those two aren't tropes I'm very fond of? Although they do work well for Rebelcaptain, since Rogue One itself is an antagonistic allies to lovers speed-run and we all know how many undercover-as-married!au fics there is out there. I guess I'll go with the first one.

'there was only one bed' or 'huddling for warmth'? - Huddling for warmth against the ice of Hoth all the wayyyyy. Let them be cuddly and toasty pliz ;-;

fix-it or whump? - Fix-it, unsurprisingly, my heart really can't take real whump and then my brain joins in, tsk-ing and going all 'this is way too gratuitous' very fast v_v

slow burn vs pwp? - I'll take slow burn for this one just for the pining! the yearning! the tentative touches! the growing comfortable with each other! the shared looks! the realizing/knowing they want each other but being unable to do anything about it because there is a mission to finish and another mission to get to and they're surrounded by hostiles and there's no room for privacy on this ship and also Kay is right there being his obnoxious self! and then at the end the rewaaard when they finally get some privacy! This is the good stuff.

#rebelcaptain secret santa 2023 #rebelcaptain

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n3rd-qu33n · 5 months

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The Girl Who Waited

Treasure Map Night again with our FC! The lot of us are Whovians (You know, fans of Doctor Who), but our FC leader has to be the biggest Whovian of us all. In honor of the new specials coming out to Disney+, he requested we have a night where we dressed up as a character from the show. Since my real name is Amy, I felt like I had a moral obligation to go as Amy Pond.

The glam was... a bit annoying to get together. It's not 100% accurate. I desperately need those two dye channels! The top under the jacket should be red, and the shorts should be black; since I couldn't change the color of the top, I simply swapped their colors.

I also wish there was an option to have sunflowers as a hairpiece, but yellow daisies wound up being close enough. (Watch "Vincent and the Doctor" for that reference.)

We also not only got a silver room, but we also got a FINAL room! So here's a bonus picture of our FC:

Left to Right: Our Wifey, Astraex as Rory, Lalli/Myself as Amy, Alolan as Weeping Angel (His wings showed up out of the maps v_v), B'ashir as Random Companion (He didn't have time to make a glam), Cookie as the 13th Doctor, Sebby as the 9th Doctor and Jareth as the Master. (But he also had outfits for the 9th and 10th Doctors.)

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oh now i NEED your takes on the korean s-rankers. i know you've got opinions, let's hear it all.

CLASPS YOUR HAND IN A PREDATOR HANDSHAKE. hi solo leveling buddy okay here we go

sung jinwoo: i think he's cool sorry that the dudebro propaganda worked... i'm not immune to all black outfits and necromantic abilities. love how protective he is of his family!! he needs to go to therapy though. mf you are not built different, the double dungeon and subsequent tipping of your worldviews did SOMETHING to you

baek yoonho: if someone could turn into a white weretiger no-one would be able to stop me. i love yoonho i lot!! coolest guildmaster. anytime someone's a certified killing machine but actually has quite a soft heart, i'm there... i wish i got to see more of him. that's why i'm excited to see that they're adding in new scenes for the anime with him! anyways... why are you as a man constantly chasing down sung jinwoo for a crumb of his time 🤨

go gunhee: SALUTES. MY DEEPEST RESPECT FOR THIS OLD MAN. he was such an interesting chara! simultaneously the best person to be chairman, but you could see he was not completely made for the role as a more strength-based hunter if compared to say... someone who was more cunning like choi jong-in. not to say he didn't have cunning, but it was an interest dichotomy. i really enjoyed the political insight/scenes that his role brought - it made the world feel a lot realer. also really enjoyed him looking out for jinwoo like a baby bird despite that baby bird being the most terrifying one out there

cha hae-in: i wish we got to learn more about her motivations and backstory as a hunter. she seemed strong enough to be a guildmaster in her own right, and i would've loved to know more about why she's with the hunters guild, a better breakdown of her abilities, and honestly a better romance hook that wasn't "oh this is the only guy who doesn't stink" LOL? i love her hunter's outfit + spirit weapon ability a lot, would've been cool to see her make her own decisions with interesting motivations rather than just reacting to narrative points

choi jong-in: first impression is that he would have made a great corporate manager, then i saw the ending where in a world without gates he WAS one. vindication. i really enjoyed that he fought intelligently, i.e. finding the pathway deeper into the ant nest. i also wish i saw more of him fighting - i think his powers would've been really cool to show more of, even if only to hype up sjw's level up

lim tae-gyu: sopping wet guildmaster... i wasn't expecting much of him, but i actually really enjoyed that he was an archer! i expected him to also be a dagger-style assassin and have a face-off with sjw, which would've been really boring. again, would've loved to see more of his powers... he never got any moments that made him feel like an s-ranker

min byung-gyu: king of flourishing and staying in his own lane. it was awesome to see him take out a fucking MACE alongside his insane healing abilities. his banter with yoonho was so cute v_v.... unfortunately his death was a really cool narrative moment RIP KING you will be missed

ma dongwook: i enjoyed his energy hehe. i don't think he's particularly interesting so i don't have much to say. it is fun to see someone taking their previous job/life experience before the gates and that bleeding into how they hunt (i.e. his martial arts)

hwang dongsoo: should have died in a more brutal way. who said that. predictable cartoonish antagonist with not much depth but filled out the role in the story well so whatever. wish he suffered more ngl <3

#i THINK that's all the s-rankers.. 9 right?#answered #anonymous

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Season 3 wasn’t so bad actually.

I mean, I don’t like that Tim died, but it wasn’t a surprise. Daisy was certainly interesting, so it’s sad to see her go too.

bUT THEY KILLED MICHAEL! AND GERRY! TWICE EACH!!! and the other Michael. And ALMOST Jon, but he’s thankfully not dead.

I’m really glad we got a full grasp of what entities there are, and why, that just makes me happy lol. The more I listen to this the more convinced I am that I wouldn’t mind this job TOO too much. I probably wouldn’t, y’know, SURVIVE, but I think I’d be good at the rest of it. I also really liked getting to see all the different characters, like Trevor, Julia, Gerard Keay (r.i.p. v_v), and Helen once she became the Distortion. I can’t believe she literally asked Jon for help and he was just like “gEt OuT”, like SIR. STOP PICKING FIGHTS WITH ENTITIES THAT DON’T WANT TO KILL YOU!

I gained some healthy respect and admiration for Elias this season but while I appreciate how absolutely killer the man is, hE MADE MELANIE AND MARTIN ***CRY*** AND THAT IS **NOT** OKAY WITH ME!!! I loathe that he was like “well, if I had more time I’d tell you about how your crush despises you and break your heart THAT way, buuuuuuut since I’m a very busy man I’ll just go with shattering your entire sense of self-worth instead. :)”Watching Martin snap at people is probably one of my favourite things though because yes bby, stand up for yourself! Stop taking shit from people! You have a right to be angry and optimism is not a bad thing!

Oh my gosh though, when Jon was in Georgie’s house and all the lights went out and Nikola came in and talked to him I almost died. My sister had showed me TikToks and YouTube Shorts that she liked, usually cosplayers, using the audio of “You don’t sound Russian??” “How can I sound ANYTHING, silly? I’m Plastic! :D I don’t even have a vOiCe BoX, I had to bOrrOw this one!” And she’d literally shown me one like, THE DAY BEFORE, and I have no idea how I didn’t pick up on Jon’s voice, but once the scene was playing on the episode and then hit that part I was like OH MY GODS NO WAY ITS FROM MAGNUS ARCHIVES NO HEKKING WAY!! I played it for her and she got the exact same look on her face, though since I started the scene earlier than most audios do (for context) she already had the look because she recognized the voice lol.

But yeah, pretty good season overall. Listening to Basira and Melanie go “oh my god nobody has ever had a bigger crush than Martin has on Jon” was absolutely brilliant, I couldn’t stop grinning for a solid minute. Then Elias made her CRY but that’s not the point here. I also love that they invited Martin out for drinks, and that Jon is a Cat Person(tm).

I’m excited to see what season 4 does with Jon’s essentially-a-coma-but-he-has-no-actual-vitals and dreams, and whatever the ritual for the eye is, since that was supposed to come after the Unknowing. I can’t remember what Gertrude called it, but I know it had to do with crowns.

Anyways, thank you for listening to my rambles, luv you so much, and enjoy the beginning of yet another school year! :D <3

AHHHHHH season 3 my beloved. Also you may judge me but one of my favourite scenes is Elias making Martin cry because the two things I love in this world are Elias Bouchard and angst. Season 3 is so much fun bc u get to meet so many cool people. I love Daisy sm, she’s such a cool character. I’m very excited I think you’ll love season 4. Anyways have fun I’ll probably see you tmrw <3

#tma

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my one-a-day streak has been broken, my career is over! orz

not that i was remotely expecting to have kept up that pace for almost the entire series, and Unconnected Marketeers gave me good reason to take it slow and try more runs that usual. but thats spoilers innit :P

nina's thoughts on Touhou 18 - Unconnected Marketeers

if you recall my last post about Wily Beast and Weakest Creature, youll know that i said it felt like touhou games needed to really do something big to stand out this many games deep. well, i think ZUN had the same idea, cause Unconnected Marketeers definitely stands out, with one of the coolest new systems in the series. UM does something really fresh, integrating roguelite elements into the gameplay in a simple but pretty effective way through Ability Cards.

heres the rundown. before you start a run, in addition to choosing your character you also pick an 'ability card' to start with. throughout the stages of UM, enemies drop money tokens instead of the typical blue point items, and at the end of each stage after defeating the boss they open trade with you and offer a selection of Ability Cards to buy with your money: a handful of gaurenteed basic cards (a 1up, a bomb, extra power, etc), the stage boss's signature card, and then 3 random ability cards selected from a pool of about 50 cards. ability cards come in 4 varieties: active cards, equipment cards, passive cards, and item cards. all the categories are pretty self-explanatory by the name, except equipment cards, which are like extra weapon options that are added on top of what you have. once you buy a card for the first time, its permanently unlocked to be selected as a starting card in future runs.

every ability card is based on a character from the series, which is a really cool way of using the huge cast that touhou has (sadly its mostly playable characters and final/extra stage bosses, so no Wriggle card as far as im aware v_v). its really cute seeing how certain characters abilities are translated to card form, like Koishi's card that makes it so enemies dont kill you if you collide with them, or Lily White's card that literally summons her as a micro-boss and gives you a good item if you beat her. i haven't unlocked them all, and i think some of them are unlocked by completing certain things, like a second card for each playable character that only unlocks when you beat the game with them. i might keep playing just to see what other cool cards there are, especially since the cards themselves give a lot more replay value than usual. you even unlock the ability to use 2 starting cards after your first clear.

since the ability cards add so much variety to the gameplay, the player character selection is kept pretty simple to not overcomplicate things. we have Reimu and Marisa as usual, as well as Sanae and Sakuya (im glad they ironed out their differences and are able to coexist now :P). Reimu, Marisa, and Sanae all play exactly as they have the last couple games, but Sakuya actually goes back to her roots and uses a modernized version of her weird B set from PCB, which im glad returned since it was a really cool one. if you need a refresher, thats the one where her throwing knives are angled left or right based on your movement, and focusing locks the angle in place. in addition, now vertical movement also influences the knife pattern, with downward movement increasing spread while upward tightens it. its tough to master, but you feel like a beast when you make it work for you. i got my 1cc with Sanae, but i might keep playing and go for runs with the other characters too.

as for the new characters, if youre familiar with the cast of Unconnected Marketeers you already know who im about to be talking about. thats right, Momoyo Himemushi, baby! lets go! another bug-type youkai so soon after Eternity Larva, and for the first time she's Not a stage 1 boss! she's actually the strongest enemy in the game, lurking at the end of the extra stage to fight only the most powerful players. Momoyo is based on the Oomukade youkai, a massive centipede who lives in the mountains and eats serpents and dragons, with the only weakness that can pierce its exoskeletal armour being human saliva. shes strong as hell and basically the coolest ever, totally not biased at all. shes got her sick minecraft gold pickaxe and shovel to dig up tasty gemstones, and doesnt hesitate to beat the tar out of anyone who tries taking her stuff. shes even got some bonus gender spiciness, using 'ore' for herself instead of most characters 'watashi'. im glad we finally got our justice for bug youkai, with the most badass centipede lady you'll probably ever see.

the final boss Chimata is pretty neat. shes a god of special event marketplaces, so anytime you go to a convention and find some cool stuff in the dealers room you have her to thank. she has a really wild design, with a patchwork rainbow dress with a matching headband, and a white cloak with the cloudy sky on the inside trim, representing a lunar rainbow and the market that takes place under its light. its pretty sick, but probably absolute hell for fanartists lmao.

my third choice of the new characters would be Takane. shes a yamawaro (mountain kappa) with forest-related powers, and like the river kappa theyve become entrepeneurs and inventors in Gensokyo. Takane has some hilarious interactions with the main characters, especially Sakuya who literally is just there to buy cards, where she engages in a boss fight to protect the protags from stealing her ability cards, but after the fight ends and she finds out that youre a paying customer her demeanor completely flips and she starts hyping up her wares lol.

Unconnected Marketeers is really fun! its great to see such a unique and innovative entry for a series thats 18 games in, without overturning the base gameplay loop that the fans are there for (glares at game series being re-invented as an open world walking simulators). interestingly the Ability Cards, while being the main plot instigator, are kept around in the end, so it seems like its set up to be more than just a one-off mechanic. from what ive heard of touhou 19 i dont think they're there, but 19 is also a non-standard touhou for other reasons, so its up in the air. either way, whether the ability cards are a one-time thing or an evolution, theyre great fun and add a lot of interesting variety to the gameplay, and fit in pretty naturally to the gameplay loop touhou already had going for it. take all that good gameplay stuff and add on to that we finally get respect for bug youkai with Momoyo, and UM is up there in the top echelons of touhous. lets go bugs!!!! we win these!!!

#grimoire of nina #touhou #touhou 18 #touhou UM #unconnected marketeers #touhou project

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Owari no Seraph chapter 126 english fan translation

The official has already been released so I'm just doing this for fun again! Last one before the hiatus let's go v_v

Chapter 126: Haven and Hell

The star that shines brightest in all the galaxy is…!?

The Solar System's First Independant Colony: Earth

Faceless Angels: The King!! The King!!

Faceless Angels: King of the Earth, Shiga Madu-sama!!

Shikama: Everyone, silence.

Shikama: And also, allow me to express my gratitude. Today, it was announced that our tower has been successfully built the tallest of any of the independant colonies.

Shikama: With photons, the source of the power we possess, our goal has reached 90% completion.

Shikama: Thanks to everyone's hard work, our domain called "Earth" has become the closest in standing as far goes returning to the "sun" of our "God's" presence.

Shikama: Now, we shall arrive in paradise at long last.

Angel: The King of the Earth.

Bael: We've finally made it.

Paimon: I'm really glad we came along. Our life's goal will finally come true.

Shikama: Of course, everyone has put their all into this for a very long time. Particularly…

Amon Belial Astaroth Marbus Bathym Naberius Raum Orobas

Yuu: Those angels look pretty familiar.

Mika: Those two are like Urd and Saitou. And the other ones too…

Yuu: Their names are different, though?

Mika: Yeah…what the hell is this? Also…

Mika: What do they mean by "paradise"? They were talking about the sun, but why would they want to go there?

Yuu: Too bright

Amon: We'll follow the Earth's king anywhere!

Paimon: My king, what are we doing about the matter in question?

Paimon: That experiment named Mikaela. If we are to arrive in paradise, we need to take care of them to avoid our king being beset by divine punishment.

Paimon: As angels, we are not permitted to create life, we need to dispose of the evidence before it's found out.

Paimon: My king, give me permission to do it.

Shikama: Paimon

Paimon: Yes

Shikama: Won't you allot me a bit more time? I'm thinking on something.

Paimon: Thinking on something?

Shikama: Yes. There is still potential with Mikaela

Paimon: Potential.

Shikama: I surely must be mistaken in thinking that, of all people, the king has feelings for the experiment?

Paimon: I don't want to see my king punished. This land needs you.

Shikama: Well, you're here. Aren't you Paimon? You and Bael. Between the two of you, I think you can handle my seat.

Paimon: No, if someone's to die then I'll…out of everyone the King needs to survive.

Shikama: So you've caught it too after all. Why did you hide this?

Paimon: My king, for what reason did you create the experiment you call Mikaela? Surely you can't be aiming to cure the disease spreading amongst us angels.

Shikama: …if it keeps going like this, even if we make it to paradise, half of the angels who brought us with them will be dead.

Paimon: Please don't lose sight of the path ahead. The creation, prolonging and revival of life are all amongst the greatest sins.

Shikama: …you have nothing to worry about. I do things right. If I use the power that the Tower of Babel has accumulated well, we will all arrive in paradise together.

Paimon: My king!! You need to do what needs to be done without putting all this effort into meaningless things, and without turning back for us.

Paimon: My king

Paimon: My king! Please, give me the orders to dispose of Mikaela!

Shikama: …I understand. Then I'll ask again for just a little more time with them. Five more days. In five days, I will take care of it myself.

Paimon: Will you really?

Shikama: Yes.

Paimon: I'm going to believe in you. You've never betrayed us.

Shikama: …very well.

Paimon: And then we will finally, under your command, arrive in paradise. We'll continue straight on that path.

Yuu: Sure is a lot going on here.

Bael: How'd it go?

Paimon: No good. Let's kill Mikaela.

Bael: But the king is doing this to save you…

Paimon: It doesn't matter what happens to me!! If the king touches upon the forbidden, God's curse will come with it!

Bael: But Paimon, arriving in paradise having lost you would be…

Paimon: You'll be there!! It doesn't matter if I'm not, the king and country both will be fine so long as they have you.

Bael: If we lose our compatriots on the way to paradise, exactly what will be left for us there?

Paimon: Then you plan to betray the king!!?

Bael: We're alike in that we don't want you to die.

Bael: If we're going to die anyways, why not do it together.

Paimon: You're so fucking stupid!! You're supposed to get rid of burdens…

Bael: Then you want to reduce our numbers by half? None of them knows their own fates.

Bael: I'm going to obey the king, no matter what he chooses.

Paimon: …I see.

Paimon: Then do whatever the fuck you want.

Bael: I plan to.

Bael: And you should do the same. Since you ARE the king's most beloved retainer.

Bael: You should be the one with the most faith in him.

Yuu: Hm….Mika, whose side are you on?

Mika: Maybe Urd's? How about you?

Yuu: Me too.

Yuu: Since if we have to die, we should do it together.

Mika: Yeah. There's actually something bothering me, though. If I take your hand, I'll still be wondering what would happen if we end up not being able to save everything.

Yuu: It's fine so just grab on. We can work through the difficult bits later, that's what I say.

Mika: Sounds like something you'd say. Feels like we've been in trouble and beaten up more than once over it.

Yuu: Haha

Mika: We already decided that's what we were determined to do. I really wonder what'll end up happening to them, though.

Paimon: But God doesn't take kindly to betrayal. We'll all be wiped out if this plan fails.

Bael: That's fine by me, if I'm dying together with you.

Paimon: For the king, death won't be the end.

Paimon: I want to protect him from whatever kind of punishment is levied upon those who cross the forbidden line.

Bael: But that's for the king to choose.

Paimon: I…

Mika: Ahh….this is really difficult. Maybe I'd take Saitou's side after all.

Yuu: Oh?

Mika: If the First was you, wouldn't this just be like you taking all the responsibility onto yourself? I wouldn't be down with that.

Yuu: Y'know this is kinda like…like the exact same story just keeps repeating over and over.

Mika: Huh?

Yuu: The position the First is in…it's just like Guren's, isn't it?

Mika: I can see that.

Yuu: It's kinda ticking me off somehow.

Yuu: The same exact thing just happens again and again, isn't that just Hell?

Yuu: And up there is supposed to be paradise.

Mika: So, heaven?

Yuu: Y'know what I think

Yuu: My heaven is wherever you and our friends are.

Yuu: Well, granted that this is Hell anyways.

Mika: Yeah.

Yuu: So I guess then the first has always been in Hell, and still is.

Mika: I wonder what will happen from here.

Mikaela: Hey, hey Father~

Shikama: Hm?

Mikaela: Can't I go outside yet?

Shikama: Just a little longer, alright? I'll let you outside in just a little bit.

Mikaela: Reallyyyy?

Shikama: Have I ever broken a promise?

Mikaela: Nope.

Shikama: It's just that we'll have to do a bit of travelling from here.

Mikaela: Travelling!? FOR A PICNIC!?

Shikama: Something like that, I suppose.

Shikama: So you've got to sleep well and put your body back in order, ok?

Mikaela: Right!! I'll do it right!!

Shikama: What a good kid.

Mikaela: I'm ALWAYS a good kid!!

Mikaela: Hey, Yuu, Father says we're going on a picnic!! I really can't wait! Let's go together!

coughing

Mikaela: Huh, is…Father back?

Paimon has suddenly appeared. What could his goal here be….!?

Owari no Seraph will be on break in the next issue.

#owari no seraph #english translation

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(@borgchip) HEY umm IDK IF THIS IS WEIRD bc we don't rlly know each other BUT ALL YOUR TAGS ON MY POST MADE ME SO HAPPY !! 😭😭 THANK YOU SM, I WAS LIKE EXCITEDLY FLAPPING N ETC THE!!!! META! CAUSE I ORIGINALLY WAS TYPING LIKE ... THAT ENTIRE POST IN THW TAGS OF YOURS BUT STOPPED CAUSE I WORRIED IT WOULD ANNOY YOU DJFVJ. I LOVE everything you said, "sevens gender: nothing, the doctors gender: everything" LITERALLY !!!!! L I TERAL LY !! YES!! AA. I LOVE the idea of them "playing" the roles etc and rhats how he finds out that feels o accurate and also... I love what you said about how they would probably wlenvy each other bodily wise?? Because like!! It's so true, their whole characters are so adjacent to each other in that way ..

If only the doctor felt more comfortable exploring themself 😞😞😞 they might be sm more happy. Also paris is such like the token Straight (in his behavior) I'd love for him to like laugh at whats going on and the doctor being like "why is that so funny" and just staring at him. Aggressive protective confidence ahdkskf. HE SHOULD BE !!

AAA I don't find it weird at all~!!! I'm glad my rambling was well received and when I saw that you were inspired by my post I was like YESSS!!! Everyone should feel free to ramble in the tags...I feed off of it... Sometimes playing house leads to gender discoveries...that's just how it is v_v and YES. The body thing. I think that it's so interesting how Seven has previously not really been aware of her body at all, let ALONE in a gender way (she doesn't even remember how to eat) so she wouldn't really...care about it or place much value on it beyond a tool to do things. Like it's just a vessel for her brain - while the EMH /is/ sort of just a "brain" that wants a body...to eat cheese and drink wine or whatever he wants to do. Being in Starfleet's kinda...hm...why're you going where no man's ever gone before?? To come out as nonbinary? Tom Paris is the biggest token straight that's on thin ice I've ever seen in a character v_v that ice is /so/ thin for me but he hasn't fallen in yet. Get him Doc!! >D

Here's some EMH's~!!

#Q&A #I'm happy~!!#the emh is not my personal blorbo but seeing how much a few of the people I follow like him makes me like him...<3 #and I can't not fall in love with a tired looking woman so the rightmost emh....call me #for some reason I can imagine the emh saying something like 'It's been said that women are the fairer sex...#and I'm the fairest of them all~!!' bc that's just the impression I get from him #I don't know for sure though [in Starfleet Doctor Voice] I'm a Tuvok stan not a EMH specialist

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── 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐔 : hinata shoyo.

content: fem!reader. switch dynamics for both shoyo and reader. hand job, inappropriate use of professional titles. semi public sex. — i just cannot get the thought of calling him senshu out of my mind v_v

— . ｡˚ ♡ letting him fuck your fist after the all stars game.

"'m so tired," hinata leans close and whispers in your ear, taking your wrist and squeezing gently as he leads you back into the locker room, now empty after everyone had finished up, having taken their things and left.

pushing you against the wall — the smooth surface cool against your body with the effect of the air con — he presses his forehead against yours as you reach up and tangle your fingers in his bright hair.

you kiss him, and he's quick to deepen it, opening his mouth and humming with satisfaction when he tastes your lip gloss on his tongue — his hands place themselves around your waist, pulling the lower half of your torso against his, bumping your bodies againt eachother— and when he feels your breath hitch at the contact, he smiles, breaking the kiss so he can look in your eyes. "wanna fuck in here?"

"thought you were tired." you say, voice soft as you meet his gaze with a half-lidded stare. you say it like you're denying his cute little request, but your actions show off otherwise — running a hand slowly down his chest — the fresh, white t-shirt he'd put on after his shower clings to his form beautifully, and you trace his muscles with gentle fingers as you make your way down. "don't you wanna go back to the hotel?"

"maybe i just wanted you to baby me," hinata grins, amber eyes sparkling as he leans in again, pressing hips lips back on yours. "give me kisses 'n suck my cock, make me feel better."

you try not to let it show, but a smile tugs at your mouth anyway, and you finally slip the hand that's been playing about with the waistband of his shorts through, slowly wrapping around his hardening cock—

you barely have his dick fisted before it's twitching in your grip, leaking hot precum onto the tips of your fingers. "mm, i didn't think the matchless hinata-senshu would need babying."

"huh?" hinata asks, brows creasing with pleasure when you swipe your thumb over his tip, collecting the sticky beads of cum and spreading it across his length, pumping his cock at an agonizingly slow pace — he braces himself with a palm placed flat against the wall by your head, other arm circling around your waist and pulling you into him. "say that again, baby."

you look into his eyes again, and see that familiar, sharp glint flecked into his fiery orbs — bringing your lips closer, right against the shell of his ear, you repeat what you knew he wanted to hear. "you like it? when i call you senshu?"

the squeeze you give his cock along with your words has him stumbling forward — maybe he really is tired — and he jerks his hips, cock now all flushed as he starts fucking into your fist, lips parting to let out a chain of hoarse pleas for you to say it one more time, for you to tighten your grip and move your hand up and down for him.

you hear the sound of footsteps passing by the locker room doors, the faint murmur of voices fading in and out — a thrill runs up your spine at the realization that fuck, you're gonna have to make this fast, or you'll get caught.

get caught? and have people find out you're fucking the star of the entire game, the entire monster generation, in the lockers after a game that he'd flown all the way from brazil for?

"c'mon, shoyo," you whisper, as he shuts his eyes and presses his face into your neck, exhaling heavily, his hot breath sending more shivers through you. "hurry up and cum, and then we can get back, finish things up there."

"hah — say it," he stutters, smelling of citrus and sweat as he falls into you, heavy and hot against your smaller frame, bicep flexing beside your face as he presses his forearm onto the wall, forehead resting on your shoulder, eyes fluttering open so he can see how you work your hand over his length, and meet your movements with shallow thrusts of his hips.

you wanna make him moan, wanna drive him over the edge of his high and beyond, into overstimulation, you wanna get on your knees and suck him dry right here and now — but really, you cant risk getting caught, no matter how tempting it is to fuck him in here, where any staff or cleaner could unlock the doors and walk in on you.

"you like cumming on my fingers, don't you?" you urge, free hand lazily carressing his stomach, feeling the way his abs flex and how his breathing becomes tentative and hurried as you slacken your wrist and bob your fist faster around his cock. "go on and cum for me. i know you like it, senshu."

"fuck," hinata growls, and you think he's about to cum — you know he's real damn close — but then he stops you from moving by clamping the hand that he'd kept at your hip this whole time around your wrist.

his hold is rough, and when he pulls your hand off his cock, grabs your chin and drags your face up so you see his expression, you see the fire in his eyes has picked up.

"yeah, i like cumming on your fingers." he rasps, and you experience for yourself firsthand, just how strong he's gotten, when he places his hands firmly at your side and lifts you off your feet, moving your positions around so he can rest his back against the wall and do this comfortably.

"mmh," you whine, when he puts you back down and grabs at the waistband of your skirt and pulls it down, snaps your panties to the side.

"on my cock, baby, make it fast," he breathes, pulling you onto him so his length is pressed to your ass, the precum streaked all the way down to his base slick against your fluttering cunt.

"i like cumming on your fingers," he whispers, snaking one hand up your torso and wrapping it around your throat, pulling your back to his chest — you realize that you're going to be stuck here in the lockers with him for a lot longer than you thought—

and as he slips his cock into your cunt, he says, breath hitching in your ear, "but i like cumming in here way more."

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