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transzilla · 13 days
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How To Suck Roid Clit and Tdick Like A 6Gal Bauer ShopVac
So I'm a trans man and I fucking love trans men and they love fucking me. I minored in t4t gay sex in college and giving head has always came very naturally to me as a specialty, administering orgasms has never been an issue but a lot of people have difficulty figuring tdick out after going on testosterone or figuring themselves out and don't know how to get dudes to pop off which is tragic to me. Plus we don't really have like... sex ed about how to do that so it's not like you can pick up a book. But that's what you have me for. If you suck at giving head I'm gonna teach you how to suck the rest of someone's life away.
So everyone is different, growth might look different on different people and sometimes you'll have somebody who has difficulty popping off just cause of weird nerve endings, obviously listen to what your partner tells you and what works for them because they're going to know better. I've been around with a lot of different men and this is just what's worked for me, if you try it and its TERRIBLE then don't think you're broken or whatever, our willies are just as diverse as we are :)
Generally though tdick kind of resembles a tiny penis especially when you've been on T for a long time. Personally I've been on T for five years and have a 2 inch monster and you can kind of see where the head would be vs the foreskin or whatever. Like my favorite analogy is that it looks like a .45 caliber bullet because that's what my dick looks like when I'm looking down, lol.
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Like the cap on the bullet would be the "head" and the cartridge casing is the length of the thing. Like on a guy's dick idk if anybody is getting tdick circumcized so when he's soft the skin will come up and guard the head/clit part because it's sensitive, you're going to want to find the head and kind of gently push past the skin with your tongue or your finger. Like get it on the head because largely that's the most sensitive part of his dick. when it gets bigger it kind of gets less sensitive, and you can't just rub the whole thing like on a clit off testosterone, uniform pressure might not always work. So keep your finger on the pulse, lol.
The simplest motion tht you can do, like a good part to lick on is right where the head meets the rest of his dick. There's almost a seam, kind of like on that bullet. Just rub in little circles with your tongue. Start gentle, gauge his reaction, and then go a little harder or a little faster. Also stay in one place once you get into a groove, the more you rub on one spot the more sensitive and the better it will feel.
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On the very APEX tip of his dick is where most of the nerves are bundled it's going to be the most sensitive, so if you want to make him jump or if he's not very sensitive rub there, lol.
Also, once you get that down, you can suck too! You want to make a seal with your lips around his dick, almost like you're pulling on a cigarette, or like you're sucking your lips on a peach to keep the juices from falling out. This intensifies it if his dick is not sensitive and keeps it in one place if he has a big dick.
If he likes penetration fingering him at the same time is not a bad idea either.
Also, mind the teeth, lol.
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shoto-brainrot · 1 year
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Shoto Todoroki as a Dad
Part 1
Headcanon, Fluff
❄️ He is unbelievably kind and gentle - he'll listen to everything they have to say and take any concerns they have, big or small, into consideration. He puts a lot of stock into their emotional well-being and will often ask you if the kids are happy and if he's doing enough
(don't touch me, I'm in tears just thinking about it)
>and you'll reassure him that he's doing a great job, but he'll keep asking nonetheless
❄️ He would be so gentle with them. It's been that way since the first time he held them in the hospital.Shoto is endlessly responsible and mindful of every movement He makes sure to be precise and careful with anything, from bottle feeding to giving them shoulder rides. He isn't the type to toss the kids high in the air but he'll definitely make ice slides
😭 He tends to run his fingers lightly through their hair and is fond of forehead and temple kisses. He is always nuzzling them, inhaling their scent and will have the softest smile while doing so
❄️ Keeping the kids warm or cool enough is always his MO. Every ounce of control he has goes into warming them up after playing in the snow or cooling them down when they have a fever. if they take after him, he'll prioritize teaching them temperature control (every day, honestly. It's very important to him).
❄️ Oh boy, he actually frets over them when they're sick. While he hardly ever gets sick, their raspy, little coughs and abnormal temperature will cause him quite a bit of anxiety. And rationally he knows they'll be fine. He's well-trained and knowledgeable, but sometimes you just can rationalize feelings away.
> He'll be at a loss for what to do at first, but he'll watch you tend to them and learn. He'll take night shift for administering medicine (he's so precise with the dosage and timing - down to the second, I swear) and use his quirk to keep them comfortable.
>I can see him being the type to take off work, even if they're not that sick, simply because he wants to spend the time with them
>you know the soup is gonna be the perfect temperature, right?
❄️ He always insists on carrying them to bed when they fall asleep on the couch or in the car. He has a small smile when he does this and it melts your heart every time.
❄️ he would be supportive and encouraging in any and all interests/hobbies they have. he wants them to choose their own path in life and if they're dedicated to a sport or instrument, he will provide everything they need. He'll make an effort to attend any special events involving those things (recitals, matches, shows). If he can't make it, he'll explain to them and promise to make it up to them after + follows through.
❄️ He would try very hard not to shower the kids with material possessions but would often fail (especially around the holidays). Part of it has to do with how he doesn't have a strong conceptualization of the cost of things. But he also just wants to get whatever the kids ask for, the moment they ask for it. You often have to explain that it will spoil them. And he gets it, really he does - but when your little one looks up at him with the same eyes as yours and asks for something their heart desires, it's theirs. Shoto is weak for them, and while the kids try not to take advantage (they really are considerate), their wish really is his command
❄️ Speaking of material possessions, he has a habit of adorning his daughter and wife with jewelry. It's a habit he developed from dating you and it's the one habit he cannot break.
Maybe it has something to do with how elegant you look in them or how his little princess reacts when he presents them, but he can't help himself and at this point, he's stopped trying. Every time he travels, he always comes back with a bracelet or some other bauble. At any rate, he makes sure they're iced out 💎
> maybe it has something to do with his ice lol
> He has good taste too ;m; the pieces are never too gaudy and rarely needs resizing (he's excellent about proportions 🤷)
> for his son, he will often get matching jewelry for them both. Think of a cute little wristwatch that matches Shoto's.
> He might consider getting them necklaces that are protective. Shoto doesn't really believe in those things but when it comes to his kids, having a star or Buddha charm isn't out of the realm of possibility. Especially since it's customary for babies
> He would 100% get his daughter an actual gem encrusted tiara without batting an eye. He would also confused at your reaction.
"It is a princess themed party, isn't it?"
❄️ Oh gosh, he would play with them for hours. He never got a chance to play as a kid and is endlessly fascinated with their toys. He'll spend hours building Legos, attending tea parties, and racing little remote cars. While the kids do try to control themselves when it comes to asking for things, it's actually Shoto who indulges them. It just makes sense, there's 7 sets in the collection therefore he has to get them all.
At least, that's what he learned from Midoriya and his meticulously curated All-Might collection
>The playhouse has to be fully furnished and functional - why not hire someone to build it for them?
❄️ He forgets to not spoil them and you sort of try to remind him, but you don't really have the heart to curb him finally getting to experience the joys of childhood
❄️ And the kids do a wonderful job of teaching him. He genuinely enjoys playtime and learning hopscotch, ball games and jumprope for the first time. The kids might tease him a bit but he'll laugh (maybe even blush a little) + cite how thankful he is that they're so patient with their old man
And he looks so happy, it makes your heart 💓 every time
❄️ He was overwhelmed by amusement parks, zoos, movies, etc at first. He never got to enjoy places like that growing up and feels as though he is too old for them. But having kids, oh.... He finally allowed himself to truly experience them. It was almost miraculous to see how expressive he got. He loved seeing them go on the Merry-Go-Round and scooping them up to play arcade games. His smile when he would run with the kids with kites 🪁or bubble hoops 🫧 ... -sigh-
> OOO imagine him swinging the hammer and watching it ding the bell or sharp shooting targets with ease but sucking it up with basketball throws and ring tosses 😆
> Oh and he is so grateful that you plan all of these outings, he kisses you so deeply at the end of the day, whispering how happy it made him
❄️ He always makes time for his family. He is all about work-life balance and is firm in certain dates where he is not available under any circumstances - AFO levels of danger aside. It's almost never a problem as he makes sure to complete his work to the point where they don't need him around those dates but on the off chance they he has to, he often makes up for it as soon as possible.
❄️ I truly think him healing his inner child will happen through experiencing fatherhood. He's going to feel at peace and settled, I just know it.
❄️ I am of the opinion that he might slip up and say some things that aren't exactly age appropriate to the kids. He explains things to them as though they are old enough to understand much to your horror at times. He'll follow your lead though. I think he'll pay close attention to how you speak to the children and model the same behavior. If he isn't sure about something, he'll consult you. You'll explain.
"Maybe we should wait to explain to the them the finer nuances of xyz 😅."
❄️ Listen, I don't think Shoto would understand why the kids would have to believe in things like Santa Claus or the Toot Fairy, but will go along with it if you insist. He isn't sure how normal households are run and will hesitantly accept it because wants them to have a normal childhood. But that doesn't stop him from worrying about 'lying to them' or 'shattering their illusions.' I'm sure you guys will come to something 🙂
That's all for now! Let me know if you guys want a part 2
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rinbowaman · 7 months
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reina hihiiiiii !!! 🤩 i happened to stumble across your blog and just had to say that i love love love your works 🤭🤭🤭 they rlly got me giggling and kicking my feet 🫣 i literally binge read through mt and dt and ugh can’t wait to get to the rest 😫 just a random question that i had 🤭 up to you if you answer it !! totally okay if you don’t !!
but what would the heeleads’ reactions be if they somehow made reader jealous ??? ( if it were to even happen at all considering how obviously in love they are - but hypothetically speaking 👀 ) 🫣
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well hi there! i'm so thrilled to hear ppl binge reading any one of my series. it makes me giggle. lol. hard work paid off. have you read any of hte other series? They're all quite good, i would love to hear your thoughts on them and DT as well.
So for Heethan (MGR, MRE, and HHP series) i did a canon drabble that pretty much shows his reaction in handling a jealous y/n. lol. Part 2 is hyperlinked at the bottom of part 1. like i said, this is canon and takes place somewhere chapters 4 and 5 of HHP. ;)
and as far as the other heeleads, i'l break it down, it really all depends on y/n's reaction and how she displays her jealousy. lets just say she doesnt act passive about it (bc if they did, the heeleads would just console her in the sweetest way) but lets say the y/ns get an attitude, then the heeleads will be more inclined to teach them a lesson....and THEN console them in their sweet ways.
Heelel: for heelel, if his y/n was jealous and acting bitter about it, he'd handle it pretty much the same way as heethan. He'd pretty much 'tame' the queen herself and remind her she has nothing to be jealous about, by showing her physically....i kind of fore see him gripping on your wings and biting them....or ripping some feathers off as he's 'taming' you. lol. Afterwards, he would tell you that "pretty......let me remind you.....you are unlike anything the world has ever seen....not heaven, nor hell...... you are God's own light and you have nothing flawed about you.....you're the clouds in the sky that reflects in a childs eye. you're the sound of a hummingbirds wings. you are the warmth one feels once the rays of the sun hits them. you are the taste and smell of the sweetness of a rose garden, and all its colors. you're more than amazing....you're more than otherworldly....you're more than God and myself put together.....you're everything that is sinful and too good to let go."
Heebros: now this is ....yeah this one is intense. if their y/n was jealous and throwing a cold shoulder or just acting a bit butthurt, heejeong himself would try to calm her down and reassure her, while heeseung would stand off to the side irking to teach you a lesson for your 'attitude'. if you were still adamant in displaying a tude towards them for being jealous, now you piss both of them off, not bc you're jealous, but bc how you're acting. so they would....ummm....tag team you (as they did in the latest chapter) but probably more intense and a little bit more brutal in administering your orgasms. afterwards, once you're calmed down, they would softly reassure you, that you have absolutley have nothing to be jealous about, that other women have everything to be jealous of because you are "the most dazzling woman that has and will ever exist. we can't begin to tell you.....you're as smooth as spring water hitting our tongue....you're as potent as snake venom, yet you heal all wounds...what takes time to heal in years...you can do in minutes....you're gold...you're a diamond....you're everything in between. and whenever you need a reminder, you come and see us baby.....we love showing you just how valuable you are.....to both of us."
Heeler: okay now heeler....is probably going to be the most severe in his dealing with you. if you were just jealous and expressing it softly and sadly, he would spoil you with kisses and just remind you.....but if you're getting an attitude...yo.....BE PREPARED FOR SOME MIND FUCKERY. bc heeler....being a serial killer.....he can be physically, emotionally, and mentally tormenting. he wouldn't treat you like how he does with his previous victims...bc you're not a victim...at least, not in the same way. you're a victim of his insane love for you. so he would fuck your brains out, and get psychological with it while being demeaning and ultra dominant (like he's already domininant enough but bro would get somewhat mean while degrading you with his.....muscle). When all is said and done and you're lying on the bed sweating and panting, he'd lean over you like no hard feelings, and softly tell you just how.... "inspirational you are...you are something that has brought me back to the belief that God does exist...that he does have taste and creativity. Which is why he made you......for you to take someone like me.....and warm me without even knowing it.....to blush me pink and red with your beautiful lips....to fill me with rhythm with the sound of your voice....and to mirror heaven and its galaxies in my eyes with your smile. y/n......everything corrodes with time.....time...has a way to erode all beauty.....but you....you are eternal....your soul, your laughter....your kindness...your good nature.....you're everything i'm not and that's why i keep you in a jar, locked up.....for only me to admire and appreciate....my little butterfly."
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Harry and River: Headcanon:
The two are inseparable!
River's bond with Harry is the most cutest thing ever!!!
River starts his day by running into his dad's room and opening his eyes to see if he's awake (which he was until river showed up) and tickles him.
Harry then returns the tickles to River who fell off the bed laughing, which harry jumps out of bed making sure his little boy's okay which he is as he still is giggling.
Harry makes River's favorite breakfast all the time. He adds extra love into each meal he makes for his little man.
When River doesn't have school and Harry doesn't have work, he takes him to the park or to the library and also takes him to waterparks and amusement parks as well.
He'll spoil River with a giant wad of cotton candy and an ice cream cone.
He'll spend all his tickets to earn River that giant stuffed elephant he likes.
Harry will teach River how to paint and hang his canvas up on the wall or refrigerator.
Harry will do a funny dance or something special for River when he's sick or has a headache or tummy ache.
Kisses galore will be Harry's special recipe for making River feel better. His little face would be covered in kiss marks 💋(some from rexie).
Harry will give him the warmest, softest and tightest bear hugs! 🐻
Don't even get me started on River having a bad day....
Hugs and kisses would be administered after Harry would see the gloomy look on his River's face.
And of course Harry would smother River in kisses randomly on any day.
Stubbed toe, scraped knee, paper cut, bumped head....A smooch from Harry makes it better.
There are days when River wants to be pacified and cuddled like a little baby and Harry would hold him and rock him to sleep.
Harry would always listen to River when he talks and lets him say what's on his mind.
Then there's days where River wants to be seen as a big boy and he rejects Harry trying to give him goodbye huggies or kissies.
But the minute River bumps his head, He comes running to Harry who willingly smothers him in his love.
Harry never misses a moment to tell River he loves him.
River always says it back.
Harry would read to River and rexie about dinosaurs and imitates the voices of them.
When River has a bad dream, Harry is right there with a mug of hot chocolate and a cookie.
He gently tucks him back in with peppered kisses applied to his cheeks.
Harry makes the best treats. Cookies, cupcakes, pies, cakes etc.
He decorates them to an exceptional level for River to enjoy.
He'll pack them in River's lunch.
They're bond is so strong that when Harry senses something's wrong with River, he immediately rushes to comfort him.
Harry's always showing pictures of River at work to Mitch and telling cute stories about him.
Harry loves him more than anything in this world and nothing and no one comes between them.
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"I miss sleep." "Sleep is a distant memory. We're surviving on caffeine and baby giggles now."
"Guess who just said their first word today? "No way! Was it 'mom' or 'dad'?" "Actually, it was 'banana.' We need to work on priorities."
"Look at us, a little family outing. How did we become so grown up?"
"Did you hear that? I think they said 'mama'!" "No way, it was definitely 'dada'!"
"I hate seeing them sick. It breaks my heart." "Me too. But hey, we make a good team when it comes to administering medicine and making them smile."
"Ow! Your kid just bit me." "Sh! you're scaring her/him. he/she is teething and doesn't know any better."
"I say we just let the guys babysit." "I don't know..."
"I miss our date nights. Do you think we can get a babysitter this weekend?" "Sure, but only if we promise not to spend the entire time talking about the baby."
"She made a beeline for the mud puddle. I didn't even see it coming." "Good thing we brought spare clothes."
"Uh oh, you're in time out. Let me go talk to mama." "Mama put me in time out too."
"I think we should be a bit stricter with bedtime." "But she's just so cute when she negotiates for 'five more minutes'!"
"Why are they still awake? Bedtime was an hour ago!"
"Okay... don't be mad." "What'd you do?" "I didn't do anything. One of our genius friends decided to swear in front of the baby and they keep repeating it." "s..hit!" "Baby, don't repeat anything your uncles say, okay."
"Why is the baby moving so much. I just want to cuddle them."
"I'm sorry to bother you, but Y/N left me with the baby, and I am terrified I am going to mess something up. Can you please come over?"
"I don't like them. Take it back." "They're your sibling, and we can't exactly just take them back."
"Let's jump in the puddles!" "We can't. You'll get muddy and momma will kill me."
"I not cranky!"
"I have a boyfriewnd." "No! No, you don't. Boys are yucky."
"Come on. It's nap time." "I not tired dada." "You have yawned several times in the last five minutes. We will come back outside after you nap."
"Babe, where is the baby?" "I don't know. I thought you had him/her." baby coos "Give him/her up. He/she is supposed to be sleeping." "Awe.."
"Okay, we're leaving." "You're leaving. He/she is staying."
"Act asleep. Go night night." "What are you teaching them, _."
"Go to sleep. I got him/her."
"Care to explain why our son/daughter just cussed me out?" "Maybe because you and the guys are always cussing around him/her?"
"We're having a baby?"
"Why are you awake?" "The baby is keeping me up."
Mom is away and Dad is trying his best to comfort their upset toddler who is missing her.
Dad is away and Mom is trying her best to comfort their upset toddler who is missing him.
Mom and dad are on a date and leave the 'uncles' to babysit.
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joyridingmp3 · 3 years
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getting a free iq test tomorrow!!
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koteosa · 4 years
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I'm sorry to hear you're having a bad brain day. Those are the worst. If it helps at all, do you have any HCs about how the Arcana LIs celebrate their birthdays once they're with your apprentices?
thank you my brain was beating me up bad today U___U  spending time writing gets me really focused and helps a lot. here’s some headcanons for all my LI/Apprentice ships
Kamui x Asra
Kamui really wants to spoil the everloving fuck out of his lover(s). He doesn’t want to completely control their entire day (unless they want him to) though the urge is definitely there to plan something very elaborate. He has a lot of love in his heart and it makes him feel like he’s gotta do something Big to properly express how he feels
Gives Asra a lot of options for things they could do together and lets Asra decide, based on however he feels at the time. They could go to a spa and relax. Go on a picnic in the woods. Do something mischievous and potentially illegal. Or just stay in bed all day talking, eating food Kamui prepares for them with the Highest Quality Ingredients and care put into them, and get a little, a little, a little hands on
He wants to take care of Asra the entire day like he’s royalty. His birthday is such an excuse to get to do these sorts of things and Kamui is going to take full advantage. Brush his hair and they’ll take a bath together where Kamui washes him and does his makeup and nails and they dress up cozy and spend all day together. Kamui worries about pressuring Asra into something when he might have other plans but Asra’s plans begin and end with Kamui being there so. Kinda hard for him to be dissatisfied
Asra is the type to respond to “what do you want for your birthday” with “you”
Though Kamui doesn’t need to ask because he already knows exactly what he’s getting Asra and it probably involves something pretty Asra can wear, some good food, maybe something practical for his magic or something for Faust since it’s also her birthday too and it’s important that she doesn’t get left out. This is to say there won’t be just one gift there’s gonna be a lot of them and he’s a little embarrassed by how many things he ended up with and he’s going to blush when he presents them
But Asra does the same exact shit when it’s Kamui’s birthday. They’re both romantic idiots who are the type to be like “I saw this and thought of you and so I bought it for you” for lots and lots of things
Kamui’s not good at making things outside of like, food. So most of his gifts were bought, but for Kamui’s birthday Asra spends time making a lot of different things with every creative skill he has. Knitting him red scarves and making him little woodwork statues of cats etc.
Kamui x Julian
Something tells me Julian doesn’t do much to celebrate his own birthday and never drops hints about it but Kamui will find out and be like Listen You Fuck I Will Celebrate The Ever Loving Shit Out Of You. You Cannot Stop Me
Wakes him up in the morning very sweetly and makes him breakfast. He has plans because he knows Julian was just going to work all day and maybe go to the Raven that night as a treat and that is Not Acceptable
Julian probably cries at some point just a little bit because Kamui dresses up very nice and then does Julian’s makeup and hair and takes him on a walk before they sneak into that one abandoned garden from Julian’s Lovers chapter and have a picnic and Kamui pushes him down and kisses him and tells him how beautiful he is and then just starts reciting some poetry he wrote about Julian and There Are Limits He Cannot TAKE This!!! Somehow Kamui found a beautiful metaphor to describe Julian’s eyes and it’s illegal. How dare he
Lots of laughing and running around getting into trouble and Kamui tugs him into an alley every now and then to kiss him and get him all riled up
Kamui goes out of his way to be gentlemanly before Julian can do it first and Julian’s blushing like how do I cope--
Gifts include a book of poetry Kamui wrote about Julian and general gay yearning (and he’s extremely embarrassed about it because he’s not so sure any of it is any good but Julian Loves It. It’s A Masterpiece), a bunch of other books he thought Julian would like to drown out the embarrassing love poetry, some cool knives, expensive wine, magic charms he made himself (lots of stuff to protect against nightmares), and like. the sexy stuff. A ruby-adorned choker and black lingerie. Hello Julian your boyfriend has money
After getting into trouble all day, Kamui takes him stargazing and then they go to the shop where Kamui set up candles and rose petals and whatnot so they could take a fancy bubble bath and drink wine before they spend all night in bed together if you know what I
Kamui x Muriel
Had to pry his birth date out of Asra because Muriel won’t acknowledge his own birthday. He does not deserve to be celebrated. Kamui begs to differ
Muriel just knows Kamui’s birthday by default because Asra would talk about it in the past so he doesn’t have to ask. After they start dating, once November 14th rolls around he’s got a bunch of gifts prepared. Very simple, like, some stuff he carved, a nice meal, a wildflower bouquet, maybe some sort of lotion or perfume he made with Asra’s help. And Kamui cries about it because it’s just so sweet and heartfelt and AHHHH-
Kamui knows Muriel doesn’t like all the fancy stuff he does, but he still wants Muriel to feel really special. It’ll take some convincing but he’d like to take Muriel to a nice spa where he assures him it’s very quiet and they won’t be bothered. A hot spring, mud bath, that sort of thing.
They can go on a walk through the woods and forage for stuff to make a meal with, then they cook together and Kamui tries to hand feed him but Muriel is so embarrassed it doesn’t go very far. Still Kamui will sit in his lap afterwards and they’ll just bask in the peace of nature for awhile. Maybe Kamui will talk a little, quietly, and about nothing of consequence so Muriel doesn’t even need to listen to the words, he’s just lulled by the sound of his voice
Gifts! A lot of stuff for Inanna and the chickens to take the pressure off of Muriel having to receive a lot of things directly (though they all make him happy just the same). For Muriel directly, Kamui gets him stuff to make his life more comfortable; a soft teal blanket, pretty silk ties for his hair, homemade lotions/salves to make his scars hurt a bit less. Charms for protection and restful sleep.
Lots of kissing and praise throughout the day. More than usual, that is. Muriel NEEDS to know he is loved and appreciated and Kamui is very glad that he was born.
Very low energy, Kamui wants to do things to help him relax, turn his brain off, feel loose, good, loved. A very slow day without too much in it.
Sae x Nadia
“What’s that? It’s your day of birth and you have WORK scheduled? Don’t think so. I told everyone to go fuck themselves and had the chef bring us breakfast in bed. Once you’re finished I will braid your hair and use this oil I made to administer a full body massage. My very genius plan. Praise me”
They dress very comfortably because if anyone has a fucking PROBLEM then Sae will flay them alive from the inside out and Nadia considers that a wee bit of a turn-on. It’s cozy day bay bee. They drink tea out on the veranda with no shoes on (!!) and spend the entire day indulging
Sae puts on a magic show for Nadia (and no one else) at night that’s very mesmerizing and beautiful. Nadia responds by pulling Sae into her lap and kissing her dizzy and then Sae’s like “S-So did you like it then--”
Sae doesn’t exactly have plans so much as she hisses like a feral cat at anyone who tries to make Nadia do Work thus allowing Nadia to do whatever she wants, and Sae is at her disposal
Not much in the way of gifts because Sae doesn’t see the point in providing material possessions so much as providing An Experience
Sae doesn’t really Get birthdays because hers were never celebrated so it’s a learning experience for her. All she thinks is that this seems like the right time to spoil Nadia, and that’s, like, enough, right?
Whispers in Nadia’s ear that she’s wearing lingerie under her outfit but then won’t let Nadia unwrap that present until later. Probably won’t wait very long though they’ll be very busy all day if you know what I
Sae x Portia
Sae doesn’t have to do much but provide her presence. Portia knows what she wants to do, although she’d be delighted to let Sae plan a day for them once in awhile. There’s a lot of things Portia’s thought about doing but no time to do them, and her birthday is the perfect time for that. Nadia would let her take time off easy.
In this instance, Sae would arrive with like a bag of handmade chocolates or a decorated mason jar with some jam or something in it and present it to her arms out turned away blushing furiously and Portia can’t stop giggling at how cute she is. She kisses her and holds the gift lovingly against her chest, they’ll share it on the picnic they’re about to go on together!
Cozy clothes they aren’t afraid to get dirty in, laid out on a gingham blanket and talking, holding hands, feeding each other, kissing. Spoiling Pepi who comes over to hang out.
They go into the palace for hijinks. Sae follows along not knowing where they’re going or who they’re talking to or what they’re doing but Portia is so fun and she knows it’ll be good. Sae teaches her some magic along the way to make everything even more exciting, they can play some pranks where Sae teaches her a spell and Portia uses it for shenanigans
Sae can pay for them to go out into the town and eat at a nice bakery, and then she holds Portia’s hand and leads her to some stray cats she found recently. After that she can show Portia some magic stuff in the woods or maybe they can plan to travel somewhere adventurous where Sae can watch Portia swing around a huge sword maybe. They try out a bunch of fun stuff fit for a magician, stuff Sae’s pretty used to but it makes Portia’s face light up with wonder and Sae just stares at her. Heart eyes
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hookedonapirate · 4 years
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hello, can i send you a prompt with more high school costume for oh daddy and/or priest/nun costume + very kinky/smuty + more spanking oh daddy story, they're so much fun :)
A/N: So this was a fun one to write. I mean who doesn’t love Priest!Killian? Thank you, Nonnie, for your request :) And thank you @itsfabianadocarmo for this wonderful art that put me in the mood to write some oh daddy kink.
Based on this one-shot: Oh Daddy
Other Oh Daddy Prompts: 1. You’re being an awfully bad girl l 2. Daddy, can you pass the potatoes? l 3. Better than coffee l 4. Caught In a solo act l 5. Naughty School Girl l 6. Busted
Bless Me, Father
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been two weeks since my last confession.”
 “Tell me all about it, my child.”
 “I have let the sins of the flesh overtake me, Father,” Emma intones, trying to push the excitement out of her voice. “Last weekend I had a dream.” She has to stifle a laugh as she waits for a response.
 “What kind of dream?” he asks huskily.
 “A naughty dream, Father,” Emma says in an innocent, childlike voice as she twirls the end of her pigtail around her fingers. “I had a naughty dream about a man of God… I dreamed that he… um… he touched me…”
 She hears him clearing his throat, his voice cracked when he answers, “He touched you where, my child?” 
 “My… my private place, Father.”
 "And how did it feel?" 
 Emma closes her eyes and imagines him in his clergy robe and clerical collar. "It felt soooo good," she says with a moan.
 "That’s a good girl. Now tell me, what did he do to your… private place? You must confess everything. Don’t leave out any details." 
 "It felt incredible, Father. I couldn't help myself. I let him finger me, and then he wanted to… he wanted to lick me."
 “All young girls have these feelings, my child. Did you allow him to taste you?” 
 “Yes,” she whispers.
 “Did you come in his mouth?”
 “Yes, Father.” 
 She hears a soft groan, and the corner of her lips pull into a smirk.
 “What happened after that, child?”
 Emma’s clit starts to throb from the images she’s conjuring up. “He asked me to put my hand around his… um, his penis,” she answers, feigning embarrassment.
 “And did you?”
 “I did,” she supplies eagerly. “I rubbed him until he rewarded me with white, sticky come,” she whispers. Unable to resist any longer, she opens her thighs and slides her hand up her skirt and into her panties, finding her clit to relieve the ache she feels in her core. “He shot his come all over my face…”
 “Did you suck his cock after that?” he murmurs, his voice strained with lust. 
 Emma rubs her clit in slow circles, feeling so deliciously naughty. “He was still so hard and so big… I put his cock in my mouth and sucked him hard. I took him deep in my throat and he held my head down until he shot his load in my mouth. He tasted so good, Father. I touched myself when I woke and I felt like a whore. Will God forgive me?” she asks sweetly.
 There’s silence, except for ragged breathing and stuttered groans. “God forgives all sins, my child. Did you let this man fuck you in your dreams? Did you spread your soft thighs for him?” he asks.
 “Oh yes, Father.” She fingers herself vigorously as she pictures her naughty priest bending her over his desk and fucking her from behind. It’s not long before her body jolts and she’s coming in her hand with a loud cry. “Oh my God, I just came, Father!” She slumps into her chair, trying to collect her bearings. She’s panting softly, falling from her high when she hears some shuffling, and opens her eyes, gasping at the view in front of her. 
 Killian is standing in front of her, his pants around his ankles and his cock hard and throbbing in his hand. He’s no longer wearing the robe, he left it in the adjacent room, which is a shame, but the clerical collar is still in place. She was so excited when he agreed to go along with this and buy a priest costume so she could pretend to be a naughty schoolgirl and he could be the Priest she confesses to before they fuck. 
 “You must be punished, child, for your naughty dream,” he groans. “And for touching yourself while you confessed to a Priest.”
 Her eyes are drawn to his dick, which hardens even more under her heated gaze, and she watches as he strokes himself, working his hand up and down the length of his shaft, the velvety head oozing with pre-cum. She can’t take her eyes off what he’s doing… her panties grow wet as she watches him. “What is my punishment, Father?” she asks, finally tearing her eyes away to look up at him, fluttering her eyelashes.
 “I must administer a good spanking to teach you a lesson. Now take off your blouse, love,” he groans, “I wanna see those gorgeous tits of yours.”
 She rises from the chair and does what she’s told, unbuttoning the blouse, slowly and teasingly exposing her white bra underneath, and slips off both, tossing them aside. His blue eyes darken with lust as he drinks in the sight of her naked breasts and pale pink nipples that stiffen under his gaze, the hand around his cock quickening its pace.
 “Rub your nipples,” he growls. “Pinch them and play with them.”
 Emma smirks and takes each of her hardened buds between her thumbs and forefingers, lightly rolling them and rubbing them in slow circles, letting a soft moan escape her lips at the delicious sensations surging through her body.
 “Mmmm, my sinful little schoolgirl,” he murmurs, a small, satisfied smirk stretching across his face. “Lift your skirt for me.”
 “Yes, Father.” Eagerly grabbing the hem of her plaid skirt, she raises it up as far as it would go, showing him her white cotton panties. 
 His eyes delve between her thighs, his free hand cupping one of her breasts, thumb tweaking her nipple, his breathing quickening. His warm hand feels amazing on her skin, she can feel her warm juices running down her thighs. “Fuck, look at those soaked panties. Is my little schoolgirl wet for me?”
 “Yes, Father,” she whimpers.
 "Good girl. Now, push your panties to the side, baby," he says, sweetly.
 She complies with a moan, reaching for her panties and moving the soaked fabric to one side. She loves it when he barks orders at her. 
 He groans and strokes himself faster and harder when his eyes roam over her gleaming wet folds. “Fuck, love… do you want me to lick that pretty little cunt?"
 “Oh, yes,” she whimpers, her voice wrecked. “Please, Father.”
 “Sit on the desk.” 
 “Yes, Father.” She pulls herself up on the desk, her heart pounding in anticipation as he gets on his knees. He parts her knees, allowing himself access and she eagerly lets him take her into his waiting mouth as she holds her skirt up, thighs on either side of his face. 
 He reaches up and tweaks her stiff nipple, squeezing gently as his hot tongue flicks lightly into her folds. Moaning softly, she presses her palms into the desk to hold herself up as she arches back, grinding into his mouth, trying to get more of his tongue as he eats into her. She enjoys the way his stubble scratches her thigh as his tongue laps up her juices, as he sucks her clit into his mouth, his fingers still kneading her breasts and pinching and pulling at her sensitive nipples. She cries out when a finger plunges deep inside her, fucking in and out, his tongue caressing her clit, lapping vigorously until she’s shaking.
 His other hand leaves her breast and curls around her hip as he finger fucks her and licks her up. She grinds against his mouth when she feels the pressure increasing, his hot tongue, sucking and nibbling teasingly on her flesh and he hits that spot with his fingers that has her screaming through her orgasm.
 “Oh, Father!”
 He groans and carefully removes his fingers, inserting them into his mouth and licking them clean. “Stand up, my naughty little girl,” he orders. “Bend over the desk. And spread those pretty thighs.”
 With shaking legs she stands and turns around, clutching the edge of the desk and spreading her thighs for her Priest. Her blood runs hot, her clit still pulsating, her cunt warm and wet, begging for Father’s cock.
 “Punish me, Father.” Her ass is high in the air as he yanks her skirt, shoving it up around her belly and pulls her panties down to her knees, letting his warm hands wander over her ass. 
 He smacks her right cheek, the sting sending tiny shivers of pleasure down her legs and through her core. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you, love?”
 “Oh, yes…” she whimpers all needy and wanton, spreading her legs further apart. 
 He slaps the other cheek before soothing his hands over her flesh. “What do you say, love?” 
 “Thank you, Father. Thank you for punishing me.”
 “That's a good girl.” 
 He spanks her again and again, until she’s begging, “Fuck me, Father!” 
 He chuckles, and she feels his stiff cock and warm, sticky precum on her soft skin as he presses it against her, smacking her ass again. “My little school wants her Father’s cock deep inside her, filling her up, doesn't she?”
 She bites back a moan, and when she doesn’t answer, he spanks her again. 
 “Answer me, love.”
 “Yes! Please… fuck me!”
 He pulls her panties further down and she lifts each foot so he can remove them, tossing the fabric aside. She braces herself against the desk when he grabs her hips and nudges the head of his dick at her entrance, slowly sliding it through her wet folds and starts pushing inside her.
 “Tell me what you want, Emma,” he says huskily, slapping her tender flesh again.
 “I want your dick in me,” she cries, trying to stifle the desperation she feels deep inside her belly. “Fill me up, Father!”
 “You want my cock, love?”
 “Yes, please!” She groans and tries to push back against him, her walls aching to milk him dry.
 “Tell me, baby.” His fingers tighten around her hips, hard enough to bruise.
 “Fuck me, Father Please!” 
 Finally, he plunges into her with one smooth maneuver, and pounds into her, claiming every inch of her tight, aching walls.
 “Fuck… Emma,” he groans. “So soft and tight for me…” His hips find a quick pace and he fucks her hard and deep his balls slapping mercilessly against her swollen clit, skins smacking, and she feels her orgasm already building inside her. He reaches underneath her and roughly rubs her clit, and she rocks back and forth, taking as much of him as she can.
 “Yes… harder! Harder!" she cries. “Come inside me, Father!”
 “Fucking hell, love,” he growls, pounding into her tight, wet pussy, his fingers working quickly on her clit. She’s so close… so, so close...
 “I’m about to come, father.” 
 And she does; she comes so hard, her walls gripping him tightly, her body trembling, knees almost buckling underneath her.
 “Emma…” He climaxes with a loud groan, hot come spurting deep inside her, his fingers digging sharply into her skin and loosening as the intensity passes.
 They're both still catching their breaths as he presses a few tender kisses down her spine. “We should do this more often, love." 
 Killian steps back, allowing Emma to rise from the desk. 
 “That’s not a bad idea.” She turns around and wraps her arms around the back of her boyfriend’s neck, managing a naughty smirk, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “I have many sins to confess, Father.”
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chaniters · 5 years
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Fallen Hero AU Fanfic 6. Ranger Adventures
Part 6
Beginning to steer this to it’s conclusion. Spoilers for Fallen Hero Series as always. 
Some thoughts on how MC would be treated by the world if they were not  forced to hide their secrets. How far would Ortega fight for them? Herald and Sidestep centered plot. Also, explores some of the (original?) villains I came up with for this. I’m trying to get better at writing villains right now.   
Hope you like It ! 
And thanks to Malin! 
Inhuman
Ranger HQ. Evening.
"Any changes?" Steel asked Moira, one of the professionals on their strike force. She was a military doctor.
The Dark Energy Man lied motionless on his bed. He had just barely eaten some food.
"We have biometric Id. Jake Black. His wife got died to overdose so no surprise he hates the cartel. But changes ? No. He's got brief periods of activity where he gets really excited, and then falls unresponsive. I think he's hallucinating too, we've seen him talk to himself."
"Hmr.. and we can't get Sidestep to check trough an energy absorber..."
"Not unless he wants to run the risk of getting his brain fried" She smiled
"I'll keep it as a last resort" Steel said, impossible to tell if he was serious.
"What's your assessment?."
"He only took the Hero drugs what four days ago? His body must be still adjusting. Changing"
"Very well.. keep me informed. I'll go meet the others..."
Steel strolled to an elevator to the ready room. He adjusted his shirt and pants examining himself in the mirror. It was kind of a routine. Their headquarter had many floors now. Ever since Sidestep had the old one destroyed by HG that is. That's how Steel lost almost all the clothing that used to fit him. Stupid Sidestep. He had to buy new sets of everything and it wasn't easy for someone with so many mods.
"... and that's how they'r creating the Demons" Herald finished explaining. Steel already knew that part.
"So what happened to Cyrus? He didn't seem alright"
"I'm not sure.. I thought I'd lost him. He was't listening to me at all, he was just petrified... and then he went back to normal... sort of."
"He's got a history with mad scientists experimenting on people" Argent pointed out.
"He told me he just needed some time." Ortega spoke a bit worried "He's not sure why, but he admitted he was a bit spooked. I'd be more worried if he had denied the whole thing, which is what he usually did in the past. I.. I think he needs a bit of alone time. Then i'll go talk to him."
"True. Very well... what's your take, Anderson?"
"We have enough to go on against Ellison now. The pictures you got really tell the whole tale Herald. They'r developing a hero drug, it got stolen, sold on the streets, and then they killed the thief to cover it up. Oh and let’s not forget  they are turning people into demons. I think that qualifies as an exception to the west-coast protection he has."
Steel nodded. Time for action then.
"Ortega. You and me go to the Last Gate church along with our strike team... we have to put an end to the experiments"
"Argent... Ellison's car was seen entering FarmaCore's main building's garage so..."
"I get to kick his ass"
Steel smiled "Yes. You and Anderson head to FarmaCore and arrest that twisted shit before he can do anything else."
"What about me?" Herald asked
"You get to stay at the base this time."
"What? Why?"
"Because, we have an immensely powerful boost in our cell, and if contention fails, I don't want Sidestep to be alone to stop him"
"He's not coming either?"
"Not this time... for the same reasons as you. Also, I don't like taking chances if he's not at his best. You tell him. We'll get ready".  
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Sidestep's room.
Cyrus lied back on his bean bag, completely covered by a blanket on top of it. Hidden from the world.
He didn't know what got to him. The voice had been silent. He had made an *almost* full recovery. He had taken his medication on the hour every hour every day. He hadn't missed a single therapy appointment. He had a fucking psych report saying he was ALMOST normal.
And he just walked into that fucking basement and it triggered next level hallucinations, a panic attack and a complete recalling of the Heartbreak and his first attempt on his life. He had been close. He had tried a few times later after that...
The last one was when he had almost made Herald drop him. The teleporting ray had also been one, he didn't like to admit it but he had hoped it would fail, and that he would just disappear.
But he didn't feel suicidal. Not anymore.
He was starting to like this life he had bargained for.
Even if he wasn't human.
Even if he didn't really had rights.
How.. how had he relapsed so strongly?
He felt he was failing... failing at getting better.  
He didn't want to fall into that hole again. He didn't know if he could crawl his way out again.
"I have to get better" he said aloud. He owed it to Ortega.
After He had pushed Ortega into signing that deal for him...
He owed him for his new life.
Just like he owed him for teaching him about all the things that made him a real person after he broke out.
He owed him so damn much, and he was going to disappoint him. Again.
He remembered what Steel said.
Don't fuck it up.
Well he was going ahead and doing just that just to keep things interesting.
He closed his eyes and covered his face, trying to escape his own thoughts.
On his bean-bag, under his blanket.   -----------------------------------------------------
6 months ago.
"Say again?"
"I want to take the deal"
"You can't be serious!"
"I am serious."
"But this is just... insulting! It's like... like a license to own a dog! No Cyrus! I can't let you...I'm not going to ..."
"Ricardo..."
"No. Definitely not. I won't..."
"...Ricardo"
"Out of the question!"
"Ricardo please. Can you not fight me on this?"
Silence.
The governor took the chance to speak
"Look,  I can't legally make you a human. But nothing stops me from doing THIS under the economic free zone regulations. It's a middle ground"
"If he takes this, people will think this is how it's supposed to end... there is momentum in the media! If we keep at it we can..."
"I can't."
"But this is your fight!"
"I know.. but... i just... can't do it anymore.. please"
Ortega just stood silent. He couldn't give up. He couldn't let Cyrus give up. They had fought so hard... there were online petitions .. people mobilizing to protest in the streets...
Then he looked at Cyrus. He was pleading with him.  With testimony to congress, along with reporters all day long and the hate groups that had emerged against the re-gene cause, the last month had certainly been hell. Panic attacks. Nightmares. His psych test had been a total mess. He was furious at having to use the wheelchair after HG shot him. The physical pain of rehab itself... Trying to walk again....
He couldn't ignore it... he was falling apart with each day. If they continued... he would pay the price.
He took a deep breath and tried to swallow every emotion and intuition telling him this was the wrong choice.
He looked at Cyrus straight in the eyes and asked.
"Look... if we do this, there's no turning back. So I need you to to tell me. Are you completely sure? Is this what you really want?"
Cyrus took a few moments to answer. "Y...Yes. Yes, I want to have a life now, not in 10 years.
Ortega rubbed his face as he tried to cool down.
"Shit...” This was hard... 
“Ok then." I'll sign. I'll sign the thing.. whatever you have to throw at us, i'll sign it. Just... " he pointed a finger at the governor "Just don't cheat us. Please, just don't cheat us later" he pleaded. He felt defeated.
"It's in everybody's best interests. I do stand for the Re-gene cause, but there's only so much I can do without a congress law" He slided the papers to them. "Maybe congress will solve this in the near future, and this doesn't mean others won't continue the fight he started"
Only Ortega signed. Cyrus's signature wasn't valid, since only humans could sign legally binding documents.
"So" he forced himself to ask, as he signed, paper after paper. "How will this... how's this going to work?" He spoke in the most neutral tone he could manage, when in truth he wanted to break the table with his modded fist.
"You'll be assigned guardianship. You are entitled to acquire the equivalent of monthly payment of that of a ranger as long as Cyrus works as a "Honorary" member. You can administer it as you see fit to cover his expenses. Also you can ..."  And they went on, and on, explaining how Cyrus's legal non-humanhood, whatever it was, would work.
Other re-genes where being offered similar deals. Not as good as this one tough, they couldn't even choose guardians they trusted.
"Non human person". A new legal status, only valid in the west coast.
If Cyrus agreed to this, most of the others would too, that was a given. And they would probably forfeit the right to be truly heard by the public... they would become yesterday's news. The legal case would be off the front page.
The Governor nodded as he signed the papers as well.
"Very well then... it's done."
....
"I know you think i'm giving up" Cyrus spoke as Ortega pushed the wheelchair through the underground tunnel to avoid the media.
"I understand why... But it feels so wrong."
"I know but... yesterday I was just a piece of property  owned by the state Ricardo."
"And what are you now?"
"A protected piece of property"
"That's still not a human"
"We've talked to the lawyers... It's better than spending 10 more years in limbo. I don't think i can do that Ricardo. This way I can join the rangers... I can be someone useful..."
"Even if you'r protected, it's not..." Ortega began
"Protected by you." Cyrus interrupted "And that's enough for me"
Ortega hadn't known what to answer to that. He still didn’t. --------------------------------------------------------------------------
The present.
As the ranger vehicles left the headquarters, a man in a nearby bar dialed a number
"It's time"
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Herald was at the situation room.
Steel and Ortega had found and defeated a few demons in the church's grounds after a small skirmish. After that, the church had surrendered and the leaders where being arrested. Several people being held in cells were released too.
Argent and Anderson had faced resistance from FamaCore's security. They were looking for Ellison inside the premises.
Patrol cars were at his homes, and several other locations... still no sign of him.
He was about to call Steel again for an update, when an explosion shook the building. He braced himself. All the lights turned red, then the security cameras died. All of them. Then the alarm sounded.
Gunfire and screams. Herald ran to help,.  
A group of veteran strike team members where fighting the creatures already emerging from the elevator shaft. Demons.
One of them  was already lying on the floor, bleeding from several energy weapon wounds.
He activated his wrist energy emitter and took cover, firing at the things as well. Another one fell down the shaft. Two more came from the stairs. He activated a panel on the wall, sealing the entrance with a thick metal bars coming off the ceiling. 
“Quick! To the emergency staircase!" They did as he said. He flew trough the corridors towards the armory. He was going to need heavy weapons to face these things.
He couldn't prepare for the figure materializing in front of him.
"Going somewhere?" The fist connected straight to his gut, and given his current speed, it made him bend over in the air.
Herald managed to roll away. Durability was a good power to have sometimes.
He looked up at the grinning figure.
A dark ninja-style suit. A mercenary villain called Darkfist. Ortega, and Argent had been beaten by this one in single combat before. Shit.
"What's the matter? Giving up already?"
Herald remembered. Darkfist's powers was very specific. when he attacked, he could teleport short distance, with energy infused fists. So anyone fighting the Villain usually got pummeled before he could do respond.
"Just warming up" he stood up. He had to distract Darkfist so the personnel would be safe.
He aimed his wrist emitter and took his shot... Darkfist teleported in a puff of black smoke... he braced for the worst.    
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The building shook. An explosions. Alarm sounds. Sidestep removed his blanket. All lights were red.
Fuck.
He rushed out of his room. He had to get to the stairs to get to the ready room... Only there was a demon in the stairs. He froze. He could feel the minds.. many demons.
There was an emergency stair hidden behind a panel in the living-room. He could get up trough it and...
"Hello Cyrus. I hear that is the name you took now?"
He paused. He hadn't sensed this mind. An old, thin and tall man, with grey hear and a black diamond mask, with brass engraved cane. He wore a dark suit, black gloves and a black sweater. Not the most creative Villain suit. Standing in his way.
"Who are you supposed to be?"
"You can call me Phatos."
"I can call you whatever I want after i beat you down!" No time for this. Sidestep lunged for a quick takedown.
The old man just moved out of the way and he missed by a longshot.
"Oh.. you've goten slower" He pushed Sidestep with the tip of his cane, and he almost lost balance
"What the...?" He attacked again, but this time, his enemy wasn't even there. He hit a wall, and cursed at his pained fingers.
"Tsk Tsk... What a disappointment. And you had made such a name for yourself. Sidestep and all."
"Who the fuck are you?" Sidestep knew the voice... but he couldn't place it. And he could not sense his mind at all.
"Oh come now. Don't you remember me ?" He lips turned into a smile under his mask.
Sidestep focused. There it was. He could sense it. It was hiding... but no longer. He could sense it's shields. Strong shields. Very like his own.... familiar shields...
He took a step back.
He knew this man... he had trained with him. Him and his brothers. He had been at the farm.. he had taught them... everything.
"Carl?" Sidestep asked finally
"It's Pathos now... But i'm glad to see you brain hasn't melted... yet" He took a step forward.
"What the heck are you doing here?" Sidestep said assuming a defensive stance
"What does it look i'm doing?" He clicked a button on his cane and a short blade emerged from the tip.
He trusted the cane and Sidestep dodged... but the blade wasn't where it was supposed to be. He got a nasty cut on his arm.
Pathos sneered. "You know ever since i retired, I've found there's a really enormous demand for people like me. I do charge a lot for my services, but i'm doing you for free"
Pathos slashed again, but Sidestep trapped the blade with his bare hands.
"Oh. I see you haven't gone totally soft"
Sidestep took the cane off his hands and pointed it at him.
"Why? What could you possibly gain from this?"
"You really don't remember?"
Sidestep felt the immediate pressure against his shields. He strengthened them as hard as he could... but his mind just went trough as if they weren't there...
"Wha..."
"It's no use being in the strongest of Alpha leagues if your opponent, even a Beta like me has the key to your  front door Fivofour."
"I'm Cyrus!" He strengthened his shields again and pushed him back. He trusted the cane at Pathos... but it became a snake in his hands, hissing and biting at him. He dropped it. "How the fuck.."
"Experience makes the master. Remember I taught you everything you know. And you have let yourself develop a huge weakness... let it fester even" Pathos smiled. "It's a secret we share, do you remember Doll? Do you remember how I fixed you after they brought to me in pieces?" For the Briefest instant, his face turned into that of the monster... the origin of the voice... the Heartbreak.
Sidestep recoiled... but his back hit the wall.
"Do you remember when I came to help you because you wanted to kill yourself ? When you made me your tool, and tried to have me strangle you?  This obsession you gave me.. it never went away." Phatos continued, clearly enjoying Sidestep’s pained expression.
The old man raised his cane and attacked again. Sidestep dodged and blocked trying to disarm him once more, but he just couldn't outsmart his old mentor. Every move, he did, Pathos could predict. He gave him another cut on the left leg this time.
"When you escaped I realized i had lost my chance... only killing others gave me some respite...But we both know how these induced obsessions work right?.. If i finally kill you.. Then maybe if I'll be free, don’t you agree?."
They engaged once more. Sidestep was stronger... faster.. but there was little he could do against someone who could dodge faster than he could think.
With a final deception, Pathos knocked him down, driving his head against a wall. ......................................
Three strikes in quick succession. Each time, Darkfist had teleported in the middle of his swing. There wasn't any time to react... Herald was just getting beaten over and over against this guy.
His back was against a window when... A window.
He shot his wrist weapon shattering the glass.
Darkfist ran at him, ready to strike again.
Herald waited.. he waited...until...
Now!
The moment Darkfist's body started blurring and preparing his teleportation, he jumped backwards.
As predicted, he got another brutal fist to the face.... but after that he flew upwards.
Darkfist didn't fly at all. His powers where teleporting to attack. There was no reports of him ever teleporting without performing his "Dark Punch". So he had no way to avoid the fall.
The 7th floor was probably high enough.
“Splat” Herald said.
..........................................
Ellison entered some commands in the console, and the power dampener device deactivated, opening the containment cell.
Pathos entered the room followed by a Demon carrying the unconscious Sidestep.
The Dark Energy man stood up, with a smile on his lips.
"Ahh.. High priest. It’s good to see you again. It’s been so many years"
Ellison bowed to the man.
"I am sorry. We didn't expect your return to take place in this unclean vessel... one of our workers was... unfaithful. He has been dealt with."
The Dark Energy man simply walked out of the cell.
"It is of no consequence. I have almost consumed this man's personality. I am in control. His quests for vengeance was pointless.. but entertaining" The inhuman thing behind his eyes smiled. "Your technology and the teachings of the Elder one have created the right tool to tear the veil between our realms. I am pleased."
"You honor us. If you would follow us, we will guide you to our preparations, oh great one"
They began walking towards the exit, as countless demons cleared the path outside.
Ellison whispered to Phatos. "Where is Darkfist?"
"The flyboy killed him. Can't say I saw that coming."
The Dark Energy Man stopped and turned to the Demon holding Sidestep.
"An offering? The one that killed my last vessel too.  Most appropriate high priest." He nodded to Ellison "The elder one will devour his power immediately after his coming." Pathos smiled as well.
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