okay but like... i know some people hc amir as transfem, and i see it and it makes complete sense given some of the things he says, but i also love imagining him as transmasc. like, rhrhrgnh specifically imagining him before he transitioned. imagining the way he might have been a shy, quiet, nerdy girl in the past. if i could just be there, personally, to see to it that he was forcemasc'd.... hhooh boy. watching him go from quiet to louder, taking up more space. watching that skinny frame of his slowly get wider and bulkier with every week, with every tshot. i imagine after he becomes a protoframe, the techrot just takes over and starts making t for him without needing shots, because the techrot knows what he wants, knows what he needs. i need to see his confidence shoot through the roof because he just strikes me very much as someone who used to be way more awkward and shy but grew into himself. i wanna see his brain kick down a few gears while i make him do pushups
I understand there may be some tgcf fans who think "zhanmadao" is just the name of Mu Qing's saber rather than an entire classification of weapon and are probably thinking of something closer to a yanlingdao or any other weapon in the dao family that is a normal sword size, so here are a couple exhibition-style YouTube videos you may enjoy. The first one is just under 30 seconds and the second just under 2 minutes. Have fun!
Barely had Sebastian taken another bite of the cake than Brucemont had suddenly seized his free hand. The gunbreaker started in surprise, his mouth still full.
"Brucemont?!"
"Follow me." The dragoon answered darkly. Sebastian let himself be pulled along, rapidly chewing and swallowing the mouthful of cake he'd had before finishing off the remains. Brucemont intentionally did not turn back to look, instead focusing on his goal. There was what looked to be a private corner of the nearby docks, and even better—there were crates stacked on it. Arranged just so, they offered some modicum of privacy. Pausing only to check-good, they hadn't been followed, there was nobody around—Brucemont stepped into the hidden nook and pulled Sebastian in after him.
"Brucemont! What are you—mmm!" Sebastian was cut off as the dragoon spun around, capturing his lips in a kiss. Immediately his world was filled with Brucemont's smell, his touch, and the lingering taste of the fruit juice he'd had earlier. Heat rose within Sebastian, and he lifted his hands to curl them into Brucemont's collar, all the better to keep kissing him. A quiet growl escaped the elezen as he broke the embrace, licking his lips.
"You and that damn cake." He whispered. "Were you trying to tempt me? You've succeeded." Surprise flashed across Sebastian's face, and he blinked up at Brucemont.
"Tempt you? No, I'd been waiting on a piece—it's called tres leches, and it's a extremely popular dessert here." The last time he'd tried to get a slice, Mathye-damn him—had stolen it. And Sebastian wasn't too sure, but he suspected Riven had a direct connection with the cook at that particular restaurant, and he'd not wanted to take any chances—
Wait. Tempt Brucemont? The implications of the dragoon's question suddenly caught up with Sebastian, and he stared up at the elezen. Scarlet bloomed on his cheeks.
"N—no!" He spluttered. "No, I wasn't-I wasn't thinking that way!" Thaliak save him, all he'd wanted to do was enjoy his cake slice in peace! And now Brucemont was smirking at him and oh shite, he still had frosting on his fingers and he'd grabbed Brucemont by the collar and wait a minute, what was he… Sebastian froze as the elezen took the hand that still had frosting on it. With a smirk, Brucemont kept his gaze on the hyur. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed his lips to the skin of Sebastian's fingers, lapping off the frosting and cake pieces that were still attached. The gunbreaker could only stare, suddenly it was rather hard to stay upright. Partly from his knees suddenly getting weak, but also the raging hard-on he was now keenly aware of.
"B…Brucemont…" Brucemont hummed, lapping up another spot of frosting and cake.
"You should have shared." He whispered. Sebastian swallowed, using his free hand to brace himself against the crate—oh, there was a crate behind him. A few, actually. He didn't trust himself to stay fully upright at the moment.
"You—you didn't…" When had it suddenly become so warm? He was warm and Brucemont was smirking at him like a devil incarnate and all he could really focus on was that tongue gliding across his fingers and he felt like he was going to explode out of his pants all he wanted to do was kiss him and never stop, never come up for air. Then he gasped as lips swallowed one of his fingers, tongue and mouth moving in a blatant mimicry of a blowjob. Brucemont did not linger, releasing the finger and lifting his head to capture Sebastian's mouth in a scorching kiss. With a growl he moved to pick up the gunbreaker, pushing him down onto the crates. Sebastian clung to him in response, their tongues dueling, greedy for more attention, more kisses, more everything. Inbetween breaths Brucemont dropped his hands to Sebastian's waist, undoing his pants. Sebastian helped by lifting his hips, a small part of him was shrieking that they were in public, they could be seen or chanced upon but he didn't care. His reward was Brucemont immediately taking his cock in one hand and stroking, while the other fumbled at his belt.
"Spread your legs." He ordered, his voice darker. Sebastian obeyed, chest heaving as he grabbed onto the dragoon for support, an anchor—something to ground him as lust/desire/pleasure swamped his senses. The feel of Brucemont's callused fingers roughly pumping his cock, the salt-smell of the air mingling with the faint smell of cut wood beneath him. The lingering taste of the cake—milk and vanilla, with the tart sweetness of the strawberry that had been on top. Then a cry escaped him as Brucemont suddenly let go.
"Brucemont!"
"Sssh." Brucemont soothed. Fuck, he was so hard that it was difficult to unlace his pants. And find the vial of oil he kept on him. And resist the temptation to bow his head and swallow Sebastian whole, to hear him scream and feel him writhe helplessly against him. It would be satisfying, but not enough. Relief snaked down Brucemont's spine as he finally freed himself. That done, he fumbled for the small satchel at his waist, just barely snatching the glass vial inside before the fabric followed the laws of gravity. Without preamble he popped off the stopper, upending the contents over his fingers and Sebastian.
"Relax for me." He murmured, pressing his fingers against his lover's entrance before slowly working one inside. Sebastian cried out, clutching at Brucemont's neck. Gritting his teeth, the dragoon added another finger, curling and stroking as best as he could to spread the oil as best as he could. Sebastian whimpered, and the sound of it broke Brucemont's patience. Withdrawing his finger, he lined up his cock and began to push inside.
"Ah—fuck!" Heat and pressure sent levin-lines running through Brucemont, and Sebastian's lips parted on another cry. Brucemont bent his head to capture the other man's lips in a kiss, desire swelling at the muffled cries filling his ears. He wanted more of those noises, more of the heat and levin lines that were lashing him with pleasure. With a growl he began to fuck Sebastian in earnest, his fingers still stroking and pumping the other man's cock. His reward was more of those delightful cries and pleas, Sebastian clutching at him and the crates.
"Brucemont!" Every movement was bliss, pleasure and sensual pain making him throb in delicious agony. Brucemont's hand felt so fucking good, stroking and squeezing just right and it hurt so good he needed more, wanted more. Every thrust the dragoon made Sebastian felt as if everything in his body was lighting up. He wanted more, he needed more—
"Be a good boy." Brucemont growled, spearing him with one particularly sharp thrust and squeezing his cock hard at the same time. Sebastian choked and nearly howled, yesyesyesyes that was what he needed gods yes please— Everything was too hot, too much but it all felt so fucking good and he was on that edge and he couldn't stand it—
"Brucemont!" He didn't know what he was begging for, more bliss? More pain? Release? If he could come he'd do whatever the other man wanted, be whatever he wanted, oh gods he'd do whatever he'd ask if he would be merciful and let him come he needed to come so badly— Above him, Brucemont was barely hanging onto his sanity. A whirlpool of pleasure awaited, threatening to pull him down but he wanted, needed to see Sebastian come apart.
"Give it to me." He demanded, squeezing and stroking Sebastian's pulsing cock as he kept thrusting. He watched as the hyur choked again, chest heaving, eyes wild and desperate before he threw his head back, a scream winging it's way towards his throat—
And Brucemont moved, one final sharp thrust and his world was whiting out, the sounds of Sebastian's screaming muffled by his kiss, greedily devouring every part of the gunbreaker's breath. For several moments, for an eternity the two seemed to hang there, locked in bliss. When his lungs started to burn Brucemont pulled away, panting as he caught his breath, dragging in another deep lungful of salt-spray air. Beneath him, Sebastian moaned quietly. His eyes were heavy-lidded and lust-glazed, parted lips still red from the dragoon's kiss. A pink flush covered his cheeks, spreading down his neck and beneath his collar. The expression on his face was blissfully vacant, higher logic temporarily suspended by the powerful orgasm he'd screamed into the dragoon's mouth. More of the flush could be spotted on the glimpse of chest his shirt provided. His cock lay limply between them in a puddle of its own cum. He looked absolutely wrecked and debauched, and Brucemont liked seeing him that way. Reveled in it. One of the most powerful warriors on the star, completely undone and at his mercy.
(And the fact that Sebastian trusted him enough to let him have this, whispered a sly voice in his head. That he sought him out as a refuge, as a moment to let down his shields and just be a simple man. And that he did the same for Brucemont—a break from the recovery of the horrors of war, of rebuilding, of fresh threats and the ever-present threat of the freeze, getting ever colder and colder.)
Brucemont inhaled. Shoved that sly little voice away. He shifted his weight and Sebastian moaned quietly, gripping his neck harder.
"Don't go." He whispered.
"Not going anywhere." Brucemont whispered back. He removed his right hand from beneath Sebastian's back, letting the crate take the other man's weight.
"Just going to clean this up a bit." Thankfully he'd at least had the wits to let their pants drop to roughly about their knees. Brucemont fumbled for the still-open pouch attached to his belt, pulling out a small towel to wipe both himself and Sebastian down. The gunbreaker made a small noise, whimpering as the soft cloth moved over his cock.
"Ah ah." Brucemont chided gently. The job done, he dropped the fabric to the side—a Fire spell would take care of it right before they left. Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath, trying to get his wits together. He needed to get up, make himself look presentable, but he didn't want to. Another whimper escaped him as long, slender fingers wrapped around his length again.
"Keep looking like that and I'll do it again." Brucemont indulged himself in a fast nibble on Sebastian's neck.
"Please." Sebastian breathed. Desire was a living, breathing creature inside of him. The dragoon chuckled darkly.
"If you behave yourself today, then later on tonight." He promised, his voice husky. "In the meantime, let's rejoin the general public, hmm?"
"I-I need a minute." Sebastian murmured. Sanity was slowly trickling back, but he moaned as Brucemont gave him a teasing caress. "N—no fair!"
"Next time, share." Brucemont let go, stepping back to give his lover some room as he helped him off the crate. He kept his arm nearby for Sebastian to grip if needed, and watched with a little smile as the hyur started to fuss with his clothing. There was still a flush high on Sebastian's cheeks, and his eyes were shining a bit too brightly. There was no way nobody was going to look at the hyur and not suspect what had gone on.
im joining the war on autism on the side of autism. this consists of me fucking every autistic man that will let me. eugenics cant stop us if we keep making more. quick hurry you gotta cum inside me dude it's for a good cause
Rating: Explicit
Status: In Progress
Summary: In Kagome’s new neighborhood, there’s a wall. It’s been there for years, this massive sheet of concrete stretching across the land, separating a memorial from the neighboring church. One day on her afternoon walks, curiosity has Kagome seeking out the history behind this piece, why it exists, and what the stories around it mean.
She didn’t expect the stories to be real.
Chapter Excerpt:
The door opened behind her, footsteps coming in. Miroku and Sango got over here quick, considering how bad traffic could be on a Friday afternoon. Turning to greet them, she froze at the sight of silver hair looking over the papers on the coffee table.
He was in jeans and a tee, very much not his work scrubs, and the last person she expected to see. After Wednesday, she couldn’t imagine pulling him back into this and didn’t understand why he was there. She distinctly recalled Touga telling him to leave it all alone, so why would he be standing there reading over the copies she’d received from Shiori?
“Dad called me,” he started saying, not looking up from the table. “Myouga called him as soon as he knew you were heading over and wanted someone else to be here. I was the closest one.”
Amber eyes looked up at her, weary, but friendly, and he offered her a self-deprecating smile. “I’m just as surprised as you are.”
KogKag Spotlight Saturday: October 9, 2021:
Kinkotber Fic Recs!
Hello everyone! We here at @fuckyeahkogkag are back with another round of Spotlight Saturday fic recs! For the rest of October, we’ll be bringing you fics that fit the themes for the past week’s Kinktober prompts. We’d like to thank @lustyargonianmaid for creating such an amazing list, and we’ve had a lot of fun searching for, reading, and in some cases, re-reading these fantastic (and very sexy 😉) stories!
Each week for the rest of the month, we’ll have TWO stories to share. First up:
Candy Sweet by @wulfintheforest (Rated E)
The summary is simple: Sin with a side of burly Kouga, plus motorcycles! But this story is deliciously sweet AND naughty, and features the past week’s Kinktober prompts of spanking, face-sitting, and desperation. If you haven’t read this one yet, you are in for a treat!
Our second fic rec for this week is:
The Haze by @elysiumwaits (Rated E)
Another very simple summary--Kagome's separated from all of her friends, wandering through the dark of a cave in a strange, silvery haze. Somehow, she stumbles onto Kouga--and yet another story that is so much more. Sexy, and dark, The Haze features the past week’s Kinkotber prompts of creampie and also (sort of) mind control, as it falls under the “magic made them do it” premise.
We hope that you enjoy this week’s fic recs, and look for more Kinktober-themed stories next week!
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