painted by sword

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forgive my lack of aesthetic sense

some doves might die sometimes, and i ask that only adults (18+ or age of majority in your jurisdiction) that don't balk at mature, unpleasant, or nsfw topics follow

also sometimes might only post little blurbs, headcanons, or mini unfinished scenarios.

mostly x reader, pfp is my potential next victim

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today would have been a good day for that hugo fic, huh...

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working on a "kissing practice w rin that goes way too far" fic enjoy this supremely stupid sentence that will likely be deleted

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clingy hugo x reader (somewhere between 300 and 400 words. mostly fem reader in mind but only rlly mentions the clit once. also i still imagine him being 6'5+ but idk how much that bleeds into this)

In his most intense throes of passion, Hugo needs to feel your body against his. He's always going to have a cheeky pout and a lighthearted complaint on his lips if you pull away a bit when he’s that deep inside you. The feel of your sweat mixing together, the intensity of your heartbeat through your chest onto his, your breath mingling into his while his lightly parted lips brush against yours, hell, even staring so closely into your eyes that your eyelashes brush together in charming little butterfly kisses, he can't chase the high of his release without these sweet, subtle sensations.

Even if you try to do doggy, that quickly becomes him pressing his chest against your back and tightly wrapping his arms around your torso while his fingers tease your clit. A mating press usually ends with you stretching your legs in ways that previously did not seem possible (you were pretty sure knees and armpits should not be so close) and him pushing you further into the mattress, making sure he can momentarily take both your breaths away with a seemingly endless french kiss.

His favorite thing is when you sit yourself on top of his dick, since the gravity makes it harder for you to distance your body from his for too long. Before you realize it, he's got you down in a bear hug, one of his hands massaging the back of your neck while he listens to those cute little noises you make right into his ear.

The clinginess doesn't end when you're done. He'll make sure you're leaning flush against him while sitting in the bath, or use his body to clean yours if you opt for a shower. And he absolutely has to lay his body against yours, taking the chance to inhale the clean scent of your hair and hold his arm across your chest. You've already caught on to the fact that he whispers all the ways he enjoyed making you feel, asking to try certain things with slight changes for next time, and leaves light kisses on your face and neck when he doesn't want you to pay too much attention to the fact that his legs are now tangled with yours, his feet knocking against the heel of your own.

He should know you've gotten used to it by now.

the next hugo fic is going to be much more cringe and awkward (and prob ooc) so im considering this practice

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okay ik i was supposed to write nagi next but a hugo x reader pussy eating story has been worming its way into my brain

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Won. A Janka ficlet (if you squint). 0.8k words

Zanka doesn't like how this fight ends at all.

. …….

Zanka Nijiku could forget it all after this.

The fetid, hazy atmosphere their current location provided did little to disguise the figure facing him, though he was sure Jabber Wonger didn’t mind that at all. The face that burned itself into his eyelids when he trained, each blink motivating him to go further, to try something new, to just push a little bit longer, smirked without a hint of sarcasm. Almost like an expression one would make when seeing that one old friend that almost became something more than that. Fond, but not especially mournful.

One more bout with Jabber, and he wouldn’t need to play his latest failures over in his mind again. He wouldn’t need to mull over any regrets, since now he has one more chance to give it his all. He can finally dream a dream that doesn’t remind him of his own iniquities, trilling failure long into his waking moments.

He knows that one of them won’t come away from this. He doesn’t mind, even knowing that it could very well be himself.

“Zanka, buddy,” Jabber grumbled his greeting in a gravelly, almost sleepy way that Zanka didn’t expect. “Are you sure you want to do this again? You at least got something good for me this time?”

Zanka mulled over Jabber’s taunts, not responding aloud. Something in him knew that he might not be able to match Jabber’s idea of “good.” This time, rather than focus on exceeding the wilder man’s expectations, he wanted— needed— to rewrite them entirely.

“Come on, you’ve chased after me this far already, but can’t even try to land the first hit?”

“Cha— I’m not— ugh,” even though presently he didn’t need to hide much on his face, Zanka failed to hide the incredulity in his voice. “Just get over here so ya can get yer ass beat, ya filthy—”

“Thought you’d never ask, man!” Jabber interrupted, the adrenaline in Zanka’s veins keeping time with Jabber’s race through the debris. He could do it this time, he thought, as the man approaching him sliced his appended claws through the air. His grip tightened on his Lovely Assistaff while he made one decisive, forceful first swing.

Clash. A collision of metal and wood… didn’t happen? Jabber still faced Zanka, but instead of that impish smile Zanka was hoping to see, Jabber was looking down, the palm of his hands pressed against his own neck. A mouth agape left frothy and liquid saliva running from his lips onto the hand at his throat. Zanka approached him slowly, against his better judgment, but still keeping his staff at the ready. He didn’t fully put it past him, but pulling some dirty trick like that wasn’t like Jabber at all. In fact, from the closer view he got of the discolored capillaries leading to Jabber’s now bulging eyes, it really seemed like something was wrong.

“Hey… what are ya tryna pull?” He felt silly even asking. Jabber lifted his head to look properly at the concerned man, which came with the trade off of him doubling over further, struggling to keep himself upright in the heaps of trash.

“Huh… No quips… about me… and the trash…?” Jabber wheezed. “Come on… I’m giving you… an... easy… one…”

Thud.

“Hey…” Zanka prodded the now still man with his staff. “Hey… Get up…”

I’m giving you an easy one.

“Hey! The hell’s wrong with ya?! GET UP!”

Zanka ignored his senses. He ignored his fighting IQ and let his guard down. He ignored his natural survival instincts yelling at him to just leave this No Man’s Land as soon as possible. He ignored the fact that Jabber’s eyes only barely still registered his reactions, though the rest of his body wasn’t reacting at all. He ignored that slight smirk that appeared on Jabber’s face while he smacked and prodded him harder with his staff, because how, Zanka thought, even in his dying moments, could this pervert still be thinking about getting off?!

“Wake up and fight me, damn it! WAKE UP!”

. …….

“Yo, you good?” A feminine voice broke through the unusually even hum of tires on dirt, interrupting Zanka’s daytime dream and causing him to involuntarily hold Lovely Assistaff a bit closer. “I’ve never seen you so zoned out. Well, not while you weren’t also tweaked out.”

“Shaddup,” Zanka grumbled, frowning in response to Riyo’s teasing. He’s mostly made peace with his failure from that time, but certain incidental aspects of that fight still annoyed him, and Riyo (unfortunately) was less hesitant to rib him on it lately.

“Leave ‘im alone, Riyo,” Enjin chimed in lightheartedly. “He’s not gonna let that freakshow get the best of ‘im ever again, with how hard he’s been working. Right, Zanka?”

“RIGHT!” Zanka definitely has to make sure he beats Jabber properly now. Even if I have to pin him down and force a mask on him first.

Obviously not because he’s concerned though. It’s because he wants to beat Jabber at his best, he assured himself. Obviously.

. …….

lowk jabber prob has some tolerance to poisoned air built up but imagine how horrendous it'd be if he didn't lol

thanks for reading~