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redr0sewrites · 9 months

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Pretty Boy (Sampo x Reader smut)

yall dont understand my feral urge to dom this man he is so fine i swear im normal but ohhhh myyyyy gooood

🥀CW: SMUT! this is filthy ngl i really want to peg him its not fair hes fictional. marking, hickeys and biting, rough rough sex, reader is sorta mean, dirty talk, sexy sampo

Sampo squirmed beneath you, your hands gripping tight enough on his hips to leave a generous bruise.

"please... please just put it in!" you had sampo bent over your desk, his hands scratching at the wood as he trembled. you were pressing so, so close to his entrance yet you were so, so far.

"do you really think you deserve it? you really think you deserve my cock after teasing me all day, even while i was working?" it was true, everyone knew sampo had a tendency to be irritating however he had been getting on your last nerve. all day he had been whispering the filthiest things in your ear, subtly brushing his hands in places that made you shiver, whimpering or moaning softly as you passed by only to pretend as if nothing happened.

"answer me doll, you know i dont like waiting," you say, yanking his hair back sharply to see his face. his expression was truly pathetic, eyes filled with tears and cheeks flushed a delicious red.

"i promise i'll be good, please, please i need you" his pathetic begging and whimpering only made you more aroused, and you decided to indulge him. you sunk your teeth into his neck, leaving a harsh bruise. you contine to mark him until you find a spot that makes his breath hitch. focusing in on that one area, you thrust into him fully and suddenly, and a shocked gasp which melted into a choked moan left his mouth. he leaned forward, his whole body was shaking in time with your thrusts. you wrapped a hand around to rest it on his lower abdomen, you could feel his muscles clenching and unclenching as you pounded into him harder.

"look at you, panting like a bitch in heat. where'd all that confidence go? did the little slut just need to get his hole fucked? your really so desperate for me, such a pretty little whore."

he let out a soft sob of pleasure, and you continued your assault on his neck, until he was whimpering and keening at the scrape of your teeth. his noises began to grow louder and louder, and you wrapped your hand around his hard dick. precum was already spilling from the tip, and he bucked his hips needily.

"im close, aah~ im close please, please let me cum" his pleas came out in between pants and moans, and you could feel his cock pulsing in your hand. you pushed him down further against the desk, fucking into him at a new position that allowed you to go deeper, hitting that special spot inside him.

"o-ohh please please, its so good please im gonna- im gonna cum aah~"

"dont you dare come until i tell you too," you say roughly, delivering a soft slap to his ass as he whimpers. you continue to thrust into him and you can feel his body begging for release. his cock is throbbing and his shoulder shake with every thrust of your hips. hes growing louder and louder, and his moans only spurred you on.

"go on, doll. release for me, dont you want to be good?" sampo nodded feverishly, bucking his hips harder against you. a few more harsh thrusts and he came suddenly, spurts of his cum covering the front of your desk. you gently sat him down in your leather chair that had previously been pushed aside, and admired your work. his hips were bruising in the delicious shape of your handprints, and his back was littered with hickeys and scratches from pushing him into the desk.

suddenly, you pushed him against the back of the chair, and his eyes widened as you wrap your hand around his cock. he was still coated in his own arousal, and you felt him begin to harden again in your hand.

"wha- what are you-"

"aw, you didn't seriously think i was done with you pretty boy, hmm?"

AUUUGH HES SO FIIINEEEE UHRHDHDBSH I AM NEW TO HONKAI BUT OHHHHH MYTYYTY GAAAAAUUUFUDDBKSNSJNDJDND I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS FILTH

#sampo koski #sampo x reader #sampo smut #sampo koski smut #sampo x reader smut #sampo koski x reader smut #hsr smut #honkai stair rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai stair rail smut #sub!sampo #sub honkai star rail #sub!sampo smut #HES SO HOT OMG #i love men that r 2x bigger and taller then me #hes so babygirl #i need him so bad

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hazelnutsummer · 9 months

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Yanqing my precious boi

#honkai stair rail #yanqing #hsr #hsr yanqing #he’s so cute!!#he’s my blorbo #little guy #he’s just a little guy!!#but he’s my little boy 😭

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endgaims · 1 year

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I’ve really grown fond of two men with glasses..particularly these two… 😌

Also my headcanon: Chamber is shorter than Welt and they would exchange weapons if they met just to try out

#chamber #welt yang #honkai stair rail #honkai star rail fanart #welt fanart #welt hsr #chamber valorant #valorant fanart #valorant art #valorant chamber #headhunter #tour de force #hoyoverse #sentinels #riotgames #chamber fanart

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manias-wordcount · 6 months

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Proud (Sampo Koski)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty-Nine: Cuckolding

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Your relationship with Sampo is an odd one, but it works perfectly well.

He’s quite the character. He’s funny. He’s charismatic. But you know something lingers below the surface. Something you’re not quite sure you’ll ever learn the entire depth of. You knew that from the very first time you’ve met him. And even though you’ve been seeing each other around for a very, very long time now, you don’t know quite who he is. You don’t know all that he does. But that’s not really required when the two of you have to do business together. You’re fine with being a little dumb. You’re fine with being in the dark. The thirty-five/sixty-five cut of money you get from this is more than generous. Especially when he’s the one shaking all the hands while you’re just sucking cock. You don’t get in his way. He doesn’t get in your way. And at the end of the day?

Profit.

Tonight was no different. You spent the first half of the night, being passed around a few important people. Being wined a bit more than you were dined. Giggling at jokes, hanging off of arms, smiling all bright and big and stupid- the whole works. The eventual talks turned a little more serious, and the buzz in your brain was a bit stronger. But that was fine. Sampo told you once that he does his job the best the longer you stay on your knees with your mouth full of dick. You told him you worked a little better when he watched you. Said you wanted to make him proud. Said you liked making him proud.

Well, tonight you’re making him proud alright. In fact, you’re making him more than proud. You’re making him more than a profit. More than a good deal.

You’re making him hard.

You can see it almost too easily from your position. Whoever the leader of whatever group this is- he’s got you turned around and facing everybody else in the private room. Strong, calloused hands grabbing at your hips and helping you slide down on his lap with your panties pulled to the side. You think he’s a soldier. Maybe a guardsman. Maybe the head of the guards with just how confident and strong his grip is around you. Lifting you up on his lap and lowering you down at a lax place. Enjoying the way you whimper and you moan as his cock fills your insides. Soaking in the cheers of the other men he came with as they edge him on, leering compliments and insults in your direction.

And it’s great. It’s what you’re good at. Not the first man you fucked in front of a group. Not going to be the last one either since you managed to suck him off into agreeing with the terms of Sampo’s business deal. So you can deal with all the calls of slut and whore from his friends- even as they pull out their own cocks to start playing with them at the sight of you. You can play up the embarrassment and the whininess when he starts lifting up your dress and spreading your legs wider so that everyone in the room can get a good look at your pretty, pretty hole swallowing inch after inch after inch. You can deal with all of that.

But you don’t know how you’re supposed to survive when your business partner keeps looking at you like that.

Because from where you’re being fucked- you can see everything. You can see it all. You can see him. As he lays back on the couch. Legs spread and shoulders relaxed. One arm propping him up. The other palming his clothed erection with slow, purposeful fingers. Feeling himself. Squeezing himself. Pleasing himself. Never once tearing his eyes away from your body. From your face. From you.

It makes you moan louder. It makes you grind your hips harder. It makes you reach up and grab your chest through the fabric of your dress. Would it be too forward to take it off yourself? The man did sign the contract already. You don’t want to jeopardize any further dealings with this guy. But the wine is making it hard to focus on anything else but the blue-eyed gaze staring you down. Watching your carefully. Drinking you fully. And making you question if this relationship between you and Sampo Koski was ever going to stay strictly business.

Because it’s easy for you. It’s being treated like a slut. Like a whore. Because that’s who you are. Because who you were for this man. It’s like second nature to decide to tug your dress off yourself and make a big show of the titty drop you know all his drunk buddies were just dying to witness. It’s like second nature to feel warm hands brush against your skin. To have some random man’s hand cup your newly freed breast and hold and squeeze as if you belong to him. To have that same man use his other hand to keep your body still as he fucks up into your pussy- rapidly thrusting in and out in a way that gets you moaning and your legs shaking in that way you know guys like to see.

But it’s not easy doing it in front of a guy you suddenly want.

It’s not easy doing it when Sampo’s hot and heavy gaze never leaves you for a second. Not even when you close your eyes and try to pretend that it’s him that you’re fucking. That it’s his hands running up and down your sides. That it’s his voice whispering sweet nothings and dirty, dirty words of encouragement. That it’s his cock that’s stretching you. God, what would it look like? What would it feel like? Is it thick? Is it long? Does it have that curve to it that you always like in a guy? Is the color as pretty as he is?

It makes your mouth water. It makes your mind race. All around you, there are voices cheering. Men asking for your attention- for you to look their way when you ultimately cum around their friend’s cock. But you’re so distracted. So, so distracted by the view of your business partner sitting back in the chair like he owns the fucking world. Like he owns you. And you want him to. Oh, how you want him to. It makes you wonder. It makes you think. It makes you question. Everything around you. Everything about him.

Did he always sit with such confidence? Did he always carry such a look on his face when you were fucking his clients? Did he always touch himself to the sight of you being fucked for a profit?

And did he always look so proud when you’re on another man’s cock?

Would he let you take the lead? Would he bend you over and fuck you like he should have since day one?

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littlehatmouse · 28 days

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theyre. so silly

#lila art #hsr #honkai stair rail #kafhime #kafka #kafka hsr #himeko #himeko hsr #i put so much effort into this LMFAO i spent like 2 hrs #but its ok bc im proud of it!!!#im improving my rendering and its making me so happy and joyous!!!!#suggestive

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maemeowmaw · 9 months

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! GAME OVER !

#hsr fanart #hsr #honkai stair rail #silver wolf #hsr silver wolf #art #illustration

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n1kodem · 10 months

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#star rail #honkai stair rail #honkai sampo #sampo koski #sampo fanart

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yupuffin · 4 months

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How it's going for my first 5~6 days of playing Star Rail 🏳️‍🌈

#honkai stair rail #star rail #hsr #dan heng #caelus #SNUGGLE SQUAD #yupuffin's drawings #hsr fanart #i don't want the story to end

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pepemacomi · 6 months

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Tired..

#art #digital art #digital drawing #anime art #digital aritst #sketch #digital illustration #digital painting #honkai lynx #honkai stair rail #honkai fanart #lynx hsr #hsr #lynx landau #artists on tumblr

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kobblublu · 2 days

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rob and hill!

#honkai stair rail #boothill #robin #robinhill

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tofu-mi · 10 months

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In the world where alpha scent was often sharp and overpowering while omega scent was saccharine sweet, Caelus' scent was muted—faint fragrance of tangerines and something crisp. Not unlike common beta scent. Thus, the express crew thought he was one as well.

Yet, their assumption was unknowingly shattered when Welt woke up in the morning with the youth snuggling up to him, on his bed, in his own room in the express.

He froze.

Engulfing him was thick scent of sweet tangerines, filling his nose and snapped himself out of sleepiness.

"... Caelus?" he called the younger man tentatively, and here he realised his own traitorous hands were already curled around that narrow waist. He wanted to pull away, but then tiny noise of discomfort slipped past Caelus' lips when he tried to.

So he left his hands at where it be.

"Mr. Yang..." Caelus' eyelids fluttered open, and Welt saw misty topaz staring back at him.

"—Mr. Yang, you smell so nice," he murmured, pressing himself impossibly closer toward Welt's larger frame. "Mm, feels good... but, Mr. Yang... I feel so uncomfortable here."

The youth seek Welt's hand, then brought it past his loose shorts, settling in between his legs. And Welt's palm caught something plump and wet on his fingers.

Pupils blown wide, a growl escaped from his throat. His alpha side recognised an omega in heat, ready to be taken.

Caelus' glazed eyes never strayed from his, thick eyelashes trembled, lips pouting.

"Mr. Yang, please help me."

... Well, since the omega had begged so prettily, who was he to refuse?

"Spread your legs, Caelus. This alpha will take care of you."

#honkai stair rail #caelus #welt yang #abo au #weltcae #welt x caelus #bottom caelus #omega caelus #alpha welt yang #drabble fic

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redr0sewrites · 9 months

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Smutty Kafka Thoughts

this woman has me in a chokehold oh my god SHE IS SOO PRETTYYYY AND HOT OH MY GOGOODODOD I LOVE WOMEN anyways hope u enjoy im mentally unwell😭😭😭

🥀CW: smut, hot women, mentions of eating you out/sucking you off, mentions of lingerie/thigh garters

🥀minors dni

thinking about kafka, her spending hours between your thighs, never satisfied in making you cum only once. your thighs are sticky with your own slick, and yet she doesnt even think about pausing as she pushes you to another orgasm.

kafka being not only charming, but outright flirting with you as though your the only person in the entire world who could ever catch her eye. shes bold enough to flirt with you in public, whispering her dirty fantasies in your ear as he hand trails higher and higher up your leg, ignoring any looks you recieve from strangers

kafka is subtle in her seduction, coming up behind you and whispering loftily in your ear while her hands grip your waist tightly, her thumbs rubbing slow circles through the fabric on your clothes and making the hair on the back of your neck stand upright.

she will stain your neck with lipstick from her kisses, unashamed at how ruined the both of you look. kafka takes it as a point of pride that shes the only person to ever have you, and will show you off constantly

kafka buying you the prettiest lingerie she could find, admiring how it hugs your body and curves. kafka buying you thigh high socks and garters, and marking your thighs while she yanks them apart with the very same garters<3

kafka being obsessed with fucking you, kafka getting pussy drunk or cock drunk and bringing you to euphoria again and again

kafka grinding her hips against your face, whispering the filthiest words to you as she pleasures herself on your tongue.

kafka calling you the sweetest named while treating you so harshly and roughly, and kafka saying the most degrading things while treating you like a monarch and holding you so preciously close. she makes your brain all fuzzy and confused, barely any coherent thoughts form as kafka treats you so drastically different then what she says to you.

kafka being so utterly devoted to your pleasure and riding you mercilessly until your thoughts circle around her, and only her<3

HOPE YOU ENJOYED<3 rahh i love women. send in reqs i am dying pls. i might be writing a kafka x blade x reader smut so stay tuned<3 i also have another aaravos idea forming aswell. either way, good stuff is coming, and lmk if u want more!!!

#kafka x gender neutral reader #kafka smut #kafka x reader #kafka hsr #honkai star rail x reader #honkai stair rail #hsr smut #hsr x reader #kafka honkai star rail #hsr kafka

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trendywaifus · 11 months

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lord please forgive me for the type of person im going to become when jing Iiu comes out🙏🙏

#jingliu #honkai stair rail #trendy #honkai star rail x reader #forgive meeee

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ohyangchon · 9 months

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death comes.

Cross-posted on Ao3 but for the convenience of people who can't use it, I reposted it here.

Stellaron Hunters fluff.

He hadn't been able to feel his left hand for the longest time since the incident.

Yes, self-healing, or as he argued, "being infected by life", was aggressively helpful, but it also meant that he'd never touched his smithing tools again.

Once upon a time, he'd been an artisan providing custom weaponry for those who sought to fight the Denizens of Abundance. Dim memories were left of him poring over blueprints, carving prototypes out of wood and testing the weight in his hand, measuring children and adults alike with a gleam that indicated he knew exactly what they would enjoy most.

After the war, he'd been cast out - or perhaps he himself walked away - and wandered aimlessly until the group named the "Stellaron Hunters" had found him. Thus, here he was in an oversized graphic T-shirt and no pants on, silently eating from a tub of ice-cream in his right hand as he stared at the flashing screen that the girl who only wanted to be called 'Silver Wolf' had dragged him into watching.

It was a good day with slightly less Mara influence and manageable pain levels, so he'd raided the fridge to bring Wolf her ice-cream, but when she declined ("I need both hands for the boss fight! Or maybe an extra hand for the side console if you really want to be helpful"), he'd resolved to just stare mindlessly at the screen while sitting beside her like a specter.

"Hey," Wolf had plucked the tin from his hand, "Credit for your thoughts?"

Children were so nosey. "The usual," he replied listlessly, the gleam of his orange stare falling on the much-smaller woman, "What else do you need to know?"

"Oh, you know. I was just going through some of the Luofu archives while you and Kafka were busy getting captured," Wolf had began spooning the ice-cream, pulling her knees up to her chest while cupping the tin in between her legs, "Found some stuff about you. Do you want to hear it? Or still a bad subject?"

His brow raised at this, only a slight and imperceptible tilt of his head indicating his surprise. Trust Wolf to find stuff that were encrypted and buried some hundreds of years back. "Surprise me," he commented lightly, keeping his voice even, "Give me the tin while you look through your phone for details."

"Mmm, so...a long time ago, your name was--" Wolf had tapped it open and pulled the tin away from him, but when his stare returned to her that indicated it was clearly not what he was looking for, she scrolled down further, "Ah, yes. You made weapons. You were an artisan before you were a swordsman. Famously made a bunch of stuff that even the current General continues to use to this day."

"Jingyuan," corrected the nameless man, rolling the name off his tongue like acid that lingered a little too long, "He knew everything and stood by instead. Couldn't risk his cushy position in government now for a friend, could he."

"Sorry for your divorce," Wolf continued to scroll without looking up.

"It was not--" he found himself raising his voice abruptly, a strange heat that had formed in his ears which seemed almost distant and unfamiliar these days. Wolf glanced over, tilting her head in sarcastic judgment, and he sagged, realising he might have shared too much.

"Anyway, there were four famous weapons that were out and about, and still see use to this day. A bow, a spear, a glaive and a sword," she continued to add on, ignoring the mild bluster of her companion (or perhaps relishing the rise she got out of him), "So this polycule of yours really got around, huh? And you gave them weapons you made to woo them? That's kind of sexy. Can you make me, Sam and Kafka weapons if we're super friends now? Or do we have to S-rank you to get there?"

The nameless man attempted to formulate an argument that this was clearly no polycule - all that was left was betrayal and resentment, but he recognised that in order to hate, one had to love first and love deeply. He opted, for the remaining shreds of his dignity and sanity, to remain resolutely silent.

Even then, his mind lingered on "making the others weapons". "I've discarded that a long time ago. By studying the blade and how it functioned, I became absorbed into being one myself," he attempted to salvage the situation, but watched Wolf tuck her phone back into her coat before...she burst out laughing, curling over her tin so she wouldn't spill it on herself.

"Oh my aeons. You are sooooo corny about this. Straight out of an IPC soap drama, I swear - no wonder the Xianzhou dramas are always on the old-people rerun slots. Would just admitting that you don't take commissions anymore hurt you more than your chronic pain or something?" she mocked, leaning over to drape one arm over the couch as she turned towards him, "Come on. Show us! It's so boring that you clearly have some sort of super-secret fancy tech squirrelled up your bandages and you're not sharing. You know Kafka and I inside out! Pleaseeeee? Just a little peek?"

He leant back heavily, squaring his shoulders as he closed his eyes, trying to reach deep into whatever memories he had remaining to formulate a good enough response. "I cannot," he replied, settling on a more straightforward answer, "Not that I hid it. I can no longer do so."

Wolf almost seemed sad on his behalf, lowering her head towards the tin as she held it with both hands. "Sorry," she managed, suddenly looking chastised, "Like...I'd be bummed if I couldn't hack anymore, either. We can figure something out, right? Technology's so advanced these days. I'm sure if you drew the diagrams and I aether-edited the foundationals, we could make something super cool and amazing!"

The nameless man scoffed at this. Of course her first thought was to just print weapons out cheaply like they were using a photocopier. "You insult me," he commented, feeling a prick of pride that he knew he hadn't felt in a long time, "If the Shard Blade could be simply replicated through your parlor trick, it would not have survived this many combats by my side."

"No offense but your Shard Blade is literally a bunch of shards stuck together by superglue," Wolf rolled her eyes, plucking the tin from her legs and getting up, "I'm gonna go do some stretches and download myself into the IPC's shopping branch to lift a couple necessities. You want anything? New buttons for your huge moobs to hold your coat together, painkillers, magazines?"

At his shrug, she gave a dramatic stretch and walked back into her room. He watched her door close behind her, and leant back heavily on the couch, closing his eyes.

In his mind's eye, he was back at the Artisanal Commission. The roar of the forge, the tinkering of various rare ores, the shouting of the shifus who were working with their apprentices...the sounds and sights seemed almost like yesterday.

The hollowness in his chest tightened again. Was it how it felt to miss something so achingly, so much, but be aware it would never be the same again?

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He didn't know how long he'd been sitting alone in the dark until a gentle hand roused him.

The familiar voice dug into his mind, allowing him some clarity. "Listen to me," Kafka's words wafted through him, "...no, on second thought, cancel that command. Why have you been sitting here without your pants on in the dark? Did you and Wolfie bicker again?"

"I don't engage in 'bickers'. That is a child. It would be awfully petty of me," He opened an eye, noticing Kafka hang her coat before she turned the lights on, "My pants were in the dryer. Couldn't be bothered to put them on."

"Couldn't be bothered, or was in too much pain to lift your feet up to do so?" Kafka shook her head, almost like she was admonishing a small child, "My, my. If I wasn't used to you being in various states of undress, I'd be horrified at how ungentlemanly you're acting."

He offered her a humorless snicker as Kafka brought him a set of shorts, tossing it gently into his face. "I was looking around for some extra ammunition at the discount aisle. Are you sure you don't want a gun on the side as backup? As much as I trust that sword of yours, it really does seem it's seen better days," she commented gently, already pulling his feet out one by one to slide the shorts under them and pull them up to where he could reach.

"I need no such thing as 'guns'. What a gun does, my blade is swifter," he huffed, having his poor Shard Blade's efficiency questioned for the second time that day, "You and the Wolf both - and to think you dual wield katanas."

Kafka picked up the magazines strewn across the floor, tutting softly as she tidied the place with her back turned to him. "Having a better pain day than usual, I see," she continued without skipping a beat, "I always thought you seemed very invested in the maintenance of my blades above my firearms. I suppose Wolfie told you why?"

"Mmm. She found archives she shouldn't have snooped into. Besides, she was wrong. The Shard Blade was never mine to begin with. I crafted it for another...it returned to my hand," he corrected, his memory finally spitting out the piece of information he'd held in, "Surely she already knew who it previously belonged to."

To that, Kafka shrugged, all while he tugged the shorts on with one hand. "Your left hand. I've hardly if ever seen you use it," she commented in seemingly a nonsequitor, "You should probably get it looked at. Considering how quickly everything else in you seems to reset, it makes no sense that you're still struggling with that section. Don't make me command you to go for another round of medical checkups, because it'll only take a word for Wolfie to make me that appointment under an alias."

"It'll iron itself out eventually. Give or take a few centuries, probably," He lifted his left arm with his right, letting it flop limply to his side, "Even if I cut it off, it would regrow itself in a few moments. ...perhaps, if I'm desperate enough, I should consider it."

"Aeons. If you keep up with your physical therapy, it should realign itself just fine. I maintain what I said the last time we went for the routine checkups - you hardly take care of yourself, and that's why even despite your self-healing, your body remains in shambles. I needn't remind you that Elio wants us in good condition for when his vision gets realised," Kafka shook her head, mildly amused, "Either way, I thought you might want to try this out now that we're here."

His eyes trailed to the flat box she carried out, removing what appeared to be some sort of complex-looking brace on it. "What is it," he asked flatly, though his brow remained staunchly raised in wary curiosity at whatever plan Kafka had in mind, "Maybe it's that vacuum cleaner Wolf wanted. She wouldn't shut up about printing her own."

"Like that would stop her from just illegally downloading a copy for her own use," Kafka measured the brace against his side, "...ah, the measurements are perfect. They advertised it to me as some sort of mobility aid. It'll only allow for some basic movements - lifting your arm up and down, no major exertion or fine motor movements, but it acts as a bridge for physical therapy. Try it."

"I need not such ingenium technology," he sighed, "It would fail. I thought that was established."

Kafka sighed again. "Don't make me compel you to put it on," she threatened, though her tone remained friendly, "If it fails, I'll just sue them for an exorbitant profit. You know I just love warranty fraud after all."

"Give me the brace," He reached out his right hand, and Kafka helpfully attached the brace to his left arm, "...hm. Perhaps you can commit some fraud after all."

"I haven't turned it on, A-ren," scoffed Kafka, tightening the straps before pressing a button and reaching her hand towards him like she was asking a dog to do tricks for her, "Alright, try using your left arm to reach towards me."

"It isn't going to work," the nameless man grumbled, slapping her hand away with his left hand almost reflexively.

Silence fell over the room. Kafka stared, almost disappointed that she couldn't claim fraud before brightening visibly seeing progress. "Awesome, that means that you should keep using it!" she chirped, more enthused about finally getting some success, "Once we strengthen it a bit further, we can work on your fingers next."

He pulled his left arm back, studying his heavily-bandaged digits without having to lift it with his other arm for the first time since his injury. This was clearly some sort of placebo effect, he'd mentally rationalised to himself, before pulling at the straps with his right hand and loosening the brace immediately.

It was impossible for a husk like him to become this greedy. Simply put, a sinner couldn't dream.

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There was a forge at the basement of the place they usually stayed out of (transitionary, really, moving planet to planet at Elio's orders), or rather some semblence of it.

He liked to train there at the dead of night where nobody was manning it. Throwing a few coals into the furnace and igniting it, letting it crackle with every stroke of his blade, helped to keep the mara at bay and him to focus. Now, however, it seemed he had something different in mind.

After Kafka had shown him the brace, he'd brought out some sketching paper - while he was still lucid, he needed to - and began sketching with his right hand, using his left as a paperweight to hold the paper down.

It hadn't taken long for the first prototypes to take form on it, the forms of both their receipents clear in his mind as he finally laid the pencil down and rested his head on its surface.

A set of katanas, and an armblade that could be easily slipped into a hand-held cannon.

Yingxing would be toiling at the forge, already gathering the materials needed, taking measurements, cheerfully shaping each blade without much thought and imbuing it with a personal touch that would resonate solely with its wielder. It would have been masterwork (he couldn't settle for less), and more than likely outlast their owners. Eventually, he would have to lay these blades too to rest at their final position, and quietly hope that his blade would find its way there when it finally crept up to him.

For now, though, the nameless man - Ren - could dream. Even in the deepest throes of his pain, even when his memories dimmed and brightened day after day, perhaps there was something worth holding on.

He could be selfish. He'd always been rather selfish, he found. Just this once.

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