#sora au

[crosbyce]

First Meeting (AU) *snippet*

Sora: Um... hi.

Kairi: ...

Sora: *waves hands*

Kairi: Я тебя вижу.

Sora: W-What?

Kairi: меня зовут-

Sora: I don't get it.

Kairi: *points at herself* Кайри.

Sora: Kai... ri?

Kairi: Кайри.

Sora: *points at himself* Sora.

Kairi: Сора (So-ra)...

...and that's how they met.

[kingdomheartsmarts]

How about NSFW Vampire Sora (cause why not?) and fem!reader with lots of biting, sucking which eventually leads to sexual desires awakening and going all the way? ;))) After the ReMind saga, our hero needs more love! :’(((

became a drabble because i bent my own rules with the blood thing because i have a highkey biting kink. so. i’m still trying to get back into the routine of writing and posting so bare with me while i get over this hell virus. thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy~ 

a-n: suggestive smutty under the cutty? is this considered a smut? also blood because vampire. not that much tho. 

vampire! Sora/Reader Drabble~ Sweet

Sora’s hands tightened around you, pulling you against his chest while you felt his lips move over your ear, gently licking the lobe of your ear before his sharp teeth gently teased your skin. 

“Hm, thirsty?” You softly said, pushing yourself further against his warm chest, his lips kissing over your jaw before kissing your cheek. 

“Yes,” Sora quietly said, your head turning to kiss him gently, his hands gently moving up your sides, softly feeling over your skin before resting on your hips again; his tongue gently moving over your bottom lip, softly nibbling on your lip, roughly shoving his tongue into your mouth while his soft moan resonated through you. 

“You’re welcome to me,” You said against his lips, his lips slowly moving down your jaw again, running his canines against your neck before finding one of his favorite spots on your neck- sinking his teeth in to your skin while you let out a breathy moan, the sweet sting of pain against your sensitive neck, his warm tongue running against the spot, softly sucking on the spot while you slowly moaned again. 

“You always taste amazing,” Sora said against your neck, lapping at your skin before your hand gently intertwined in his hair, pulling him against your neck again while he finished on his spot, moving further down your neck before biting down again. Your soft moan urged him to continue his ministrations, his tongue lapping at your blood that slowly dribbled out of your bite, softly soothing the spot with his tongue; his hand gently moving down your stomach to gently palm the growing ache in your core. 

“Always so sweet,” He said lowly, his hand palming against your core, “Always mine.” 

“Always,” You quietly echoed, rubbing your hips against his hand before his teeth sunk into another spot on your neck, your hips bucking against his hand, his low growl echoing through your ears while you felt his hardened length against your back. His hand slowly crept down your pants, finding your clit and roughly moving against it, your sharp gasp and whimper only urging him on while your squirms against his hard-on only caused him to growl again. His fingers rubbed your clit gently while you moaned under him, his mouth still sucking against the blood with his tongue, your hand continuing to hold his hair while your other held onto his hand that worked in your pants. 

“You drive me insane,” Sora growled against your neck, the uncharacteristic wanton and domination coming through while his hand urged on the growing pleasure between your legs, “I want you.”

“Then have me.”

[crosbyce]

Sora & Kairi AU Quip Ideas 2

Sora:

That's how it's done.

Classic acting!

Steam-rolled!

Man, you stink!

Remember, no rushing.

Kairi:

*deep breath* Lesson over!

You blinked.

It's about picking a right tool for the job.

слишком медленно! (Too slow!)

Prohrál jsi! (You lost!)

[crosbyce]

Sora & Kairi AU Quip Ideas

Sora:

No ducks to buff you now.

Goofy-ass!

No country for old men.

Now f*** off!

There's your Hawaiian welcome.

Don't lose your heart, Oops, too late.

That's your one-way-trip!

Kairi:

мудак! (Asshole!)

Tell Micheal Rodents I sent ya.

This is what they sent me?

ленивые бездельники! (Lazy bum!)

You fatbacks never learn!

Jdi do prdele! (Piss off!)

To je pako! (What a dork!)

[hamatodonatella]

Everything Stays

The dark was everywhere, clinging to her with oily tendrils as it dragged her down. Sixty and sixty and twenty-four. Repeat. Six hundred eighty-two. Still eighty-two. Six hundred eighty...three. Eighty-four. Eighty-five.

“No!”

With a jolt that she felt along the length of her body, Donna blinked, and immediately, her heart began to beat against her plastron like a trapped hummingbird. She was awake. Eyes open. But still in the dark. Trapped in the dark. Six hundred eighty-three. Numbers going up again. But she promised. The numbers would never go up. Six-hundred eighty-two. Eighty-two!

Lights seared the dark, giving her just enough time to roll into a puddle of deeper shadow before some kind of transport rolled past. Slowly, she closed her eyes, and breathed to calm her pounding heart.

Not back in the dark. Numbers are fine. It’s night. Idiot.

Not crazy. Well, no more than usual. But that still begged the question, what was she doing out here? Pressing her shell against the wall, she strained her senses, listening for signs of motion in the dark. Had to get back. Reset the coordinates.  If she’d started sleepwalking now, they were going to start chaining her to the bed or something. Messed up, broken doll. One more crack to add to the list.

She reached up, but she’d been carrying her bo long enough to know when its weight was missing. Unarmed. A hand patted at her belt, and she scowled. No tech. Slowly, she leaned out from her hiding place, glancing up, but the thick clouds of smog hid the stars from view. No way to navigate.

“These numbers suck,” she muttered.

[lea-nardo]

PSA that Shredder Ruins Everything

Because of this drabble in the first half of the post by rogueshinobi

This started out as a sketch... and then I ruined the sketch after taking one blurry picture (I didn’t realize it was blurry until it was too late, stupid bad vision D: ). Decided to fix the blurry pic up on the computer. Simple coloring/cleanup job quickly escalated into insane painting project. 11 hours later, this is the result. 

Why do I do this to myself?

[rogueshinobi]

I'm curious since I read your drabble of Sora coming home after losing the brain worm, but how do you think Katsumi would react to being rescued by Dr. Honycutt after watching the earth be destroyed (and watching Splinter die), compared to Sora's reaction?

Funny you should ask. Lea and I already accidentally brainstormed how it would go with Sora, so I’ll write/rewrite that:Everything around him faded into nothing, save for one window of sharpened perspective, and for all Sora knew, the black hole had already descended.

A raw, inhuman scream rent the air, and before he fully recognized it as his own, his murderous sights had narrowed on a single, deserving target. For the first time since his mutation, he embraced a slip in control. He wanted the serpent clawing inside his chest to have its way, to act on its most feral instincts and propel him to do what a human conscience would not allow. 

She would suffer before the end took them all.

“Sora, no!” 

The shout was loud enough, desperate enough, to graze the boundaries of his rapidly dimming awareness, and the arms that locked around his waist arrested his lunge, and tentatively stilled the crawling tremors that rolled over his skin. 

He didn’t turn around yet. Hissing low in his throat, Sora blinked once, his gold eyes flashing green and then flipping opaque as his serpentine glare obsessively fixed on the Shredder. When their eyes finally met, and that unhinged grin was directed at him, his hiss pitched savagely, and he pulled against the arms holding him back, skin rippling.

The grip wouldn’t relent, though, but rather tightened, and while he still had human ears, the voice sobbed just below them, “Niisan, PLEASE!”

Like knife blades scoring his throat, his ragged, hissing voice answered with a venomous snap, “Let go, Lea! I’ll tear her APART!”

“Stop! Don’t!” She never loosened her grip, curling her hand over her other wrist to secure him. “There isn’t time, and WE CAN’T LOSE YOU, TOO!”

In spite of every instinct driving him to strike, he hesitated. This wasn’t righ–No. It wasn’t fair! He of all people had every claim to taste this foul woman’s blood! He had been patient. He was ready! The earth was ending; there wasn’t time to do anything, save this. Why couldn’t she get it? She was going to lose him no matter what, and he was going to lose her. It was over. Why couldn’t she let him end it on his terms?

The serpent was growing impatient with the delay, but still he tensed against Lea, his eyes darting to where the others were kneeling around Splinter, heads bowed. 

You are who you choose to be. Not what others make you. 

A vicious, tormented sound strangled from Sora’s throat before he weakly dropped to his knees and buried his face in his hands, fingers tearing into his bangs. Even then, Lea’s arms never released him as she followed him to the ground, wilting against him and hugging him close. Vaguely, he could feel her struggling to keep her breaths even, and then she bowed her head against his back. “N-niisan.”

With a final, disgusted growl, the serpent retreated back under his control, and the only thing to escape him without his permission were his tears. The first were released when he shuddered with a sob, and then nothing could keep them back. His entire body trembled as they leaked between his fingers, down his cheeks, off his chin, and he bowed deeper into his hands, smearing them over his face to hide them. But nothing could mask the shaking of his shoulders, even if it fell in tandem with Lea’s.

Lea… Lea’s grip, to this point like iron, was slipping. And then it was gone.

“S-Sora!”

They were going to lose each other anyway, a cruel voice reminded him in the back of his mind, ironically turning his own justifications from a moment ago against him. But now, he didn’t care. Her shout interrupted his breakdown, and his head snapped up, turning and desperately seeking her out. “LEA!” His raw voice twisted as he screamed her name into an edged hiss with his fluid transformation, and lashing out his serpentine arms, he wound them around her waist, anchoring his tail in a firm weave through a bike rack.

Floating helplessly above, Lea attempted a watery smile as she seized and held his arms securely. The scales on his own face where still damp, but his eyes softened with grief as they stared into hers. If this had to be the last thing he would ever see… then he could accept it.

It was better than Shredder’s blood.

And this is Katsumi’s. I guess it’s all a big ‘what if’ scenario?:

From the moment he had first discovered revenge, this had been the greatest ambition of his life. 

All those years training in the dojo, superimposing a single, hated face over those of his opponents as he ruthlessly brought them down… He would have expected the demise of Hamato Yotsuba to deliver closure, satisfaction. Not sick fury. 

His Father was far from avenged. 

Thin green eyes evaluated the situation from the shadows, and then vanished with a streak of purple scales. Shredder had deceived him, used him, tortured him… Now he was going to return the favor. 

His eyes didn’t linger for long on Splinter’s body when he emerged into the chaos. They were already locked on their target. For once, he and the serpent inside were on equal terms, and as it turned out, striking that balance of control had been easy. All they had really needed to do was find what they had in common, and the moment he had watched Yotsuba fall, the answer was pretty obvious: bloodlust. 

Now, he passed with lethal purpose, rising from a crawl to a smooth stride as he transitioned fluidly between forms. This wasn’t a job for venom or crushing coils. Slowly, he drew out the blade she had trained him to wield with an unsettling scrape. 

The world around them was splitting at the seams, but he didn’t care. She had raised him in spite, and sharpened him as a weapon to destroy his father’s murderer. Now it was finally time to make Mother proud. 

“KATSUMI!” The shout barely reached him over the battering wind, but he turned and easily singled out Blue Eyes. There was a spaceship, and she hovered just outside of it, watching him with the most pitiful, pleading expression he had ever seen. If he tried, he could make it…

Slowly, he smiled and arched a brow at her, whispering to the wind, “Sayonara.” 

The face he turned back to confront was unhinged with a triumphant grin, her face warped in ugly, pathetic satisfaction. It was disgusting.

“We have finally won,” she growled, watching him expectantly, “Our revenge is complete.”

Katsumi’s smile curdled in return. “Yeah.” With a piercing thrust of his shikomizue and an extra, bitter twist in Shredder’s chest, he glowered down at her pale, but unsurprised face, spitting venomously, “It is.”

[lea-nardo]

Zzz

Send ‘Zzz’ for a short drabble of/reaction to my character waking up to see yours sleeping with them in their bed.

Even though Honeycutt adjusted the temperature on the ship for the reptilian mutants aboard, Lea still found she was cold when she slept. Most times she was with a sibling, but when she was alone she turned in her sleep, huddling under her covers and trying to appear she was all right. That she could handle it. She knew she wasn’t fooling anybody, but still…

Sometimes she felt a body against her when she would wake up, too soft to be a sister, and not warm enough to be August or Cassie. Lea would hold her brother close then, pulling the covers over them both, and bury her face into his shoulder as her shivering ceased and sleep claimed her again. Even if he was awake, they didn’t need words. She just needed to know he was still there.

And she knew he needed that confirmation for her, for each of them, too.