#│Keep Going Strong : Volt

[emeraldtied]

↳ @familylightfox asked: “Sonic?” The concern was clear in the hybrid’s voice as he approached his husband. The night air was crisp and cool, but something still felt off. He couldn’t place it, but his brows furrowed as he reached out a hand to place on a fluffy shoulder.

{➹} – HE HAD LEFT without much warning, but since he had been spending most nights outside lately some part of the hero hoped his partner wouldn't think too much of it. But the moment the hero stepped outside, basked in the light of the full moon, something had changed. This time he couldn't deny it.

It was also the last cognitive thought the hedgehog had.

He wouldn't have known how he ended up near the lake on the border of the zone, why he found himself watching the local ferals in a new enchantment...or why he thought it was perfectly fine to skewer one or two with his claws before proceeding to do the same with his fangs. He wasted nothing, cared little about the blood staining his muzzle and hands, paid no attention to what was around him.

The only time he turned around was the touch on his shoulder.

There was little recognition in the gaze, but there was anger. The snarl that ripped from the hedgehog's throat was all the sign he wasn't himself, pin-point pupils boring into the hybrid.

[chaosworthy]

↳ @familylightfox asked: Despite the fact that they were taking time to think things over, Volt continued his routine of making them tea. Now he was much more careful moving about the kitchen, and just about everywhere in the house, with keeping his wings out of the way. The tea cup was set on the table in his partner’s office before he went to head back downstairs and make a cup for himself.

    {➹} – IT WAS A BITTERSWEET thing. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, what had happened had managed to silence the noise in the hero's head. There was no more thumping, no odd sounds that he couldn't place beyond that. Yet, at the same time, it had caused his thoughts to run haywire, for his mind to be filled with something else entirely.

A big part of it all was what to say to his partner. They couldn't stay like this, he knew neither of them wanted to stay like this, but he was at a loss. He could still feel something in the pit in his stomach, and he didn't know if it was residual irritation or something else entirely.

What he did know was that sitting in that room was getting him nowhere. And he imagined it was quite a sight for his partner as they opened the door, letting light stream in again which took the hedgehog by surprise for two reasons. The fact that he had been apparently sitting in the dark at all when he could see perfectly fine, and the cup that had been set down.

Set down and stared at as the hybrid made their way out of the room once more. The hero could feel his lips quirk, and in that second he had made up his mind and looked back to the door.

"Volt....?" His voice, hopefully, traveled down the hall before his partner got too far.

[emeraldtied]

{➹} – IF A SMILE was worth a thousand words then the feline had just hit that, and then some. He looked so pleased that Arrow felt a warmth in his chest that he didn't even try to stop from bleeding over to his partner. Funny how one bath could change so much, and the hedgehog hoped the trend would continue that evening and tomorrow. And for quite some time after.

All too happy to lift his arms when prompted, the feline actually let out a small giggle as he disappeared into the shirt and soon emerged on the other side. His hands ran over the foreign fabric for a moment before another yawn took over. Yep, time for bed.

"C'mon, Kiddo. Let's get you settled in." It didn't take much more than another gesture for the boy to go to the waiting bedroom, though he seemed a little torn when it came to the bed, looking between it and the floor. Only after a minute or two did he seem to decide and make his way under the covers and with the hero's help was tucked in. Snug but not trapped by any means.

Be it the warmth of the bath, the security of the blankets or everything catching up with him, the feline's eyes were beginning to droop. But they seemed determined to stay awake a little longer as they looked at the hedgehog who had knelt at the side of the bed. "Are we....goin' back to the city tomorrow...?"

"No, we thought we'd take you around the village for a few things, if you want," he explained, noting that boy seemed to like the idea. Grinning, emerald eyes flashed to the door, then back with a playful look. "As much as I'm sure Volt doesn't mind you borrowing his, we figured getting you a few clothes of your own an' a few odds an' ends might be a little better."

The boy smiled, in agreement, but his expression fell a few moments later. There was a weight to his next question, and Arrow knew why yet didn't let his own falter that much. "Does that mean...I get to stay here...?"

Reaching out, he carefully ruffled the fur between the feline's ears, tone nothing but reassuring. "If we have any say in it, you will for a long time. We don't leave people behind in this family."

The plan for the next day was met with a nod before the hybrid leaned over to sneak a quick kiss on his husband's cheek. There was plenty of time the rest of the night to discuss everything else while the boy slept. Especially since his ears had caught the sound from the bathroom, he made his way out into the hall with his shirt.

Seeing the bright smile and clean fur brought a smile to Volt's face as he knelt down. "Arms up, bud."

Rather than force the young boy to dress himself, it only took until he raised his arms to slip the shirt over his head and smooth it down to give a decent amount of coverage. It would do for the night. A quick little tussle of fur to fix what the shirt had ruffled before gesturing to the waiting bedroom.

A look was given to his partner, a smile. "Why don't ya get him settled in bed, and I'll handle cleanin' up the bathroom."

If anyone could handle the bedtime routine, it was the hero. So many times of getting their daughter settled over the years when they had been together, Volt was confident by the time he was done cleaning, the boy would be out like a light, and they could head downstairs to enjoy the rest of their night.

Not to mention discuss the rest of the steps moving forward.

[metranart]

Imagine Sukuna stealing control to show you what a REAL ORGASM should feel like after getting fed up with being a spectator to Yuji's lovemaking sessions…

“That’s it,” Sukuna praises, pressing a kiss against your hair, openly ignoring your enthusiastic shivering, “THIS is how it should feel.”

Those thick fingers begin to slid down the delicious curve of your pelvis, trailing down with a velvety soft touch that lit up with hundreds of goosebumps just from his rough fingertips, a sensation so different than when Yuji did it, making you feel curious and less abrasive than you should at being at the mercy of The King of Curses.

Same reason why you didn’t stop his bold advance when two fingers bluntly traced the shape of your pussy, you squeal, nevertheless, allow him to go, up and down your slit, slowly letting those large digits be devoured by your greedy folds, wetting them up to the knuckles and bending them inside of you, making you let out a long, guttural moan.

"S-Sukuna-....ngghh-... I-I..."

Your torturer merely stifles a chuckle against yours sweaty scalp. Sukuna won’t deny his interest in you. Not anymore. At first you only seemed like a distraction, something to entertain himself with when he had the chance, but the more he watched you the more curious he grew. Curiosity that began to consume him, frustration had him cursing Yuji's name, it was torture to be a spectator in his pathetic act of sex, his hips weren't powerful enough while he rammed you, his kisses were clumsy and awfully, sweet, a man that acted more like a boy -too uncontrolled- looking for his own orgasm like a brat.

More than once, Sukuna saw from his cage of flesh how you faked your pleasure, more than once he saw the boredom in your gaze. 

So, when you found one of his fingers in the last mission, he made sure to wore Yuji’s body down to unconsciousness, he had plans for you, he knew it was his way out, his chance to control the vessel’s body and get what he wanted: You.

Everything was going so well, that he licks his lips in silent awe at the sight of you. All curled up ever so adorable inside his strong arms, a small gasp escaping you as your eyes flutter up to look at him with trembling lips as you appear to be shuddering. At this range, the source of this intoxicating obsession, impossible to deny to the king of curses: you're HIS, and it took everything in his power to keep himself from pouncing on you then and there.

"...Mine."

Was all the King can bring himself to whisper under his breath, overwhelmed at how unique and strong the pull you had to his possessive string was, one that tickles at his senses and begs for him to draw you nearer as he digs his fingers deeper inside you. The way you shuffle backwards with a little anxious squeak is so adorable, so fucking precious, and your breathing grows heavier. 

"S-sukuna, Oh my GOD...!"

You finally force out, your voice shaking as you clutch the fabric of his pants to try and hide your enjoyment from the enormous Curse's gaze. Saying Sukuna seem 'different' than when you have encountered him in the middle of a battle is an understatement as you can’t help but feel drawn by his sheer size and presence, something than used to intimidate you, right now was embarrassingly thrilling. Even Yuji's scent had change, he now smelled akin to men's cologne and musk, flooding your senses and making you deliriant.

"That's right, I'm your new GOD, (Y/N)."

His laugh is deep and sinister and it quakes up and down your spine like volts of electricity.

Something about this monster is just... so, so good. It’s... thick, and masculine, and you can’t control the way there was a clenching in your belly, a twitch of need in between your thighs the more he aids you to ride his fingers at a steady pace.

"I can tower endlessly above you, sweet doe." Sukuna whispers to your ear, "such a cute creature you are," purrs diabolically sensual, "trying to move as far back away from my fingers as possible just to end up pressed tighter against my chest," his teeth nip at your earlobe, "...are you doing it on purpose, (Y/N)?"

Your squirms and cries are driving him feral, “Sukuna, keep…k-keep going…. I-I just need… pleeeaaaa-se…. faaaaaaaaster….” 

Sukuna Ryomen shooshes you softly as your moans and groans disperse through the air, and he keeps his movements slow. Letting you chance after the sensation. He didn’t want his sweet little plaything to be unsatisfied, after all.

The bed dips significantly as the large man maneuvered you out of your pajamas, loving the way you squirm while agreeing and surrendering to his caresses, his breathing labored and deep as he rips the layers away from your delicious curves.

Sukuna recalls having heard a handful of conversations that you had with his pathetic vessel about what you liked, and he thinks he knows how to become your obsession as you had become his, but to think that this was, more likely than not, your very first wholehearted orgasm made him positively tingle with excitement.

"I can feel you are close, doe."  The King of curses announce softly as your scent makes him light-headed, arousal stirring in his loins as he just wants to lick and mark you everywhere imaginable. "Look how much you are squirming just for my fingers, my sorceress."

"Yuji-"

"Don't say his name!" heat bristles across your skin, a hungry thrum in between your legs the more possessive Sukuna grows, his hands greedily squeezing you tighter to him, "-not when you're about to cum for me."

It’s becoming harder and harder to ignore the stir he makes you feel, no one had ever done that. He was a villain, a monster... yet, the deep baritone of his voice reverberates through your entire body, full of promises. You can't remember ever being this horny before, to the point your cunt is absolutely throbbing and spasming around his fingers. Closer and closer and closer and��FUCK! —

You cum hard around his fingers, digits that now are being tightly wrap around your convulsing walls, trying to fight off the lecherous feeling twisting your loins with pleasure becomes an impossible chore. You could think of nothing else but have that thick, large piece of meat that you knew Yuji owned, stretching you open.

God, you can’t stop from cumming, soaking Sukuna's fingers in your juices. Your entire body melting against the monster behind you, while his hands visit every corner of your skin freely given by you, as your, offering for his orgasmic gift. 

"That was-... that was s-something elseeee," you babble disoriented, heaving like as if you had just run a marathon.

You want him to fuck the life out of you. This was wrong, you knew that, nevertheless, you feel dizzy and hot and so, so needy for him to keep touching you. You want so bad for him to leave love-bites all over you, and for him to use you to make himself cum but also cuddles and kisses, warm skin against warm skin, his feral lips against your naive ones, this glorious beast cooing praise or growling out in pleasure for you.

“As a King with quite a few past conquests under my belt, I know your internal struggle all too well, my little doe.” Sukuna mutters highly amused, burying his nose inside your sweaty scalp, “in the Heian era women offered themselves to me freely, just for the chance of being my concubines,” his thumb is still making circular motions over your swollen clit, lazily. “Such a little human like yourself is no challenge at all considering your young hormones,” he presses that fat thumb harder to your bundle of nerves and you jump, making him chuckle unworriedly. 

“… And even if you try to fight me off,” his other hand grabs at your jaw, tilting your chin up to make eye contact for his message to stab you deep, “a man of my strength would have no problem pinning you down and claiming your body for myself.”

Those crimson, sharp orbs are so piercing, your breath catches inside your lungs, “-I could make you submit with my power, whisper orders in your ear and make you beg for my cock,” your gasp slips out and he chuckles, “but I won’t…”

Your lips mouth a silent ‘why not?’ and Sukuna almost bend you then and there to fuck your brains out and carve the shape of his cock inside your tight, gummy walls, but he restrained himself. The growl that came out between his clenched teeth, a clear sign of his struggle.

He could do it, as easy as breathing, but he WON’T! you were no common whore! You were going to be his, HIS darling, the only soul who could EVER say that Ryomen Sukuna needed while sporting the flesh of a human, he wanted nothing more than to boast his power, his experience of a thousand years and prove how great of a lover/husband/owner he was going to be to you.

You look at him with eyes fill with need, and it forms a lump in Sukuna’s throat, licking his lips with anticipation.

“You are going to freely choose to be mine, not the brat's." Sukuna start, reaching out for you with those strong tattooed hands and your pussy clenches. A voracious smirk twists those borrowed lips sinisterly. You have no idea what awaits you, what this demon has planned for you, you have no idea how thirsty, desperate and volatile you've made him… but you're about to find out…

🔞➡️ COMPLETE 8K SMUTTY FANFIC COMMISSION IN MY PATREON (Includes NSFW Art from scenes of the story)

➡️ 👀 NSFW Sneak Peek of artwork of this story

[miss0atae]

Random Thoughts about Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (EP 3 - 4):

Sometimes, you think you're prepared to handle the angst and usually it turns out it's not really that easy. Let's say it was this way for me, with these two episodes. I knew from the start that the relationship between Do Hoe and Ju Yeong would be affected by something Do Hoe's dad would do, but I never quite imagine the domino effect it would have for the rest of the story. To be honest, I had to rewatch the part where everything went wrong because I wasn't sure I had quite understood what happened. I guess this part reinforces the sudden volte-face that you never quite imagined, neither the characters did. In the end, you just feel like Ju Yeong: confused and in a need of answers.

I guess I would be easy to have resentment for Do Hoe. I understand that he feels guilty in some way about what happened. He also maybe believes that avoiding Ju Yeong, being cold to him or keeping a distance with him, will be the right penitence for what happened... but it's not. He still feels guilty and that's shown when he met again Do Hoe at his father's funeral. When asked by Hyeon Ho if he is okay, he curtly answered "no, I'm not okay". I think Do Hoe hasn't been okay for 12 years now and it's a very long time to feel guilty. Harm was done by his notoriously abusive father to someone he cares for and Do Hoe feels like the blame fell at his feet. He is struggling with guilt and that made him not being able to do his exams and to cut any contact with Ju Yeong.

On the other hand, we have a very confused and lost Ju Yeong, who was beaten by Do Hoe's father because he wanted to "protect" him, in some way. In the end after this event, he was left with no contact, no way of talking or seeing Do Hoe. He never quite understood why. He deserves a valid explanation, but he was left with uncertainty. Uncertainty is everywhere and that's part of life. Yet, we all crave security and control over our life. By denying him a reason to explain his actions, Do Hoe made Ju Yeong feels fear and doubts. They can trap you in a downward spiral of "what-ifs". That's why he never really found his way, made strong bonds with others and he kept contact with Do Hoe's father, despite everything. In a way, he was looking for Do Hoe is every part of his life. It is shown in the scene where he rushed outside when it was snowing because snow is associated with Do Hoe and the good time they had together.

I guess it must have felt weird for some viewers about why Ju Yeong kept contact with Do Hoe's abusive father or why he cried during his funerals. I think it can be explained in several ways: first, it's a way of still being close to Do Hoe, even if Do Hoe is not present in his life. Secondly, it is the feeling of being wanted. Ju Yeong was adopted and never felt he had a place in his family, but even if Do Hoe's father is really abusive and despite the toxicity, it's worth it, just to feel wanted. Finally, and that's just a guess, alright, some people stay around toxic people because deep down, they believe they can't do any better and/or the abuse is a preferable alternative to being alone. By losing his coach in an accident, Ju Yeong lost an important person in his life. Even if this person was toxic and put him in this situation where he lost contact with the real most important person in his life: Do He. So yes, I understand why Ju Yeong stayed in touch with the coach and cried when he died. Of course, it also gave him the opportunity to see Do Hoe again, something he desperately wanted because he wants answers. That's why he is always asking him “Don't you have something to tell me?!”. I think the explanation may not be what's important, what he really wants is for Do Hoe to talk to him.

Recently, I read a post by @usertoxicyaoi about the loneliness of being queer as it is portrayed in Love in the Big City through Go Yeong's journey. I think it also works, in a way, with Ju Yeong. I will quote this post because I think it was so well-written: “It's such a relatable, universally felt loneliness that in particular queer adults feel. and yeah love is nice and all, and it was fleeting and a whirlwind and it came and it went. but that loneliness? Stayed.” I think it also relates well to what Ju Yeong must have felt during these 12 years where he was left with no real answers and the loss of someone he really loved and trusted. I hope that now, Do Hoe and Ju Yeong will be able to start their healing journey: one must free himself from feeling guilty over something he couldn't change and the other must be able to get free of the loneliness he thinks he deserves because of his past. I get that the series is called “let free the curse of Taekwondo”, but we all know it's not Taekwondo that is the curse and both have a different one. The idea is that maybe they are the cure for one another. I wouldn't say love is the only answer, but in a way, it's not only about romantic love, but also self-love. Both are the answer, in my view.

As you can see, I had so much to say about this series and it shows how great it’s for me. I can’t wait to see how they are both going to re-connect, heal and live this love again.

[catatonic-bug]

There's one Spectra and Gus episode I need to talk about.

So we’re all familiar with how Gus and Spectra’s dynamic remained almost unchanged throughout NV – Spectra’s blinded by his pursuit for power so much so that there is a visible neglect in how his relationships with other characters develop; so is the case for his relationship with Gus. BUT there have been a few hints and moments between them that hold potential for growth and scratch the surface of something more than only a master and loyal right-hand dynamic – their time on Earth, the jacket scene, Spectra apologizing for the first and only time in this entire season and he does it to Gus – but now I’m going to mention an episode that is the perfect example for the small changes that Gus and Spectra go through individually and as a pair. 

I’m talking about ep. 33 of NV.

It’s a good opportunity to point out how the eng ver of the title - Brontes’ betrayal – completely misses the point of the episode. Because episode 33 as the jp title says, is actually centered around feelings – specifically the feeling of love and the many forms that it can take.

There’s the example of family love shown in the scene of Baron and his younger siblings.

Then, through Klaus’ words, the bond between the brawlers is another form of love and it’s the source of their strength, something that at the moment Spectra can’t comprehend.

And the 3rd form of love would be the bond that Bakugan and their partner share – it’s an example of strong devotion and trust and it’s shown through Volt’s remorse and attempt at reaching Brontes’ heart.

Through this episode Spectra and Gus go through their own separate missions in which they are both faced with examples of these strong feelings.

From Spectra’s pov, his plan of catching the brawlers by surprise fails, instead he meets Klaus, who talks about the importance of love and how Spectra lacks it. Spectra thinks he can prove everyone wrong and change history itself, for the time being he doesn’t have the patience to listen to a stranger’s babble about feelings.

First thing he does when he returns on the ship is look around and call out Gus. Why did they feel the need to include this small moment? Perhaps because after being betrayed by the Vexos, Gus is the only person Spectra can trust; without Gus, he is completely alone at this point of the season. So perhaps this scene is included to show how Gus has grown to be an important person in Spectra’s life. Perhaps. We shall never know.

On the other side, Gus witnesses Volt actively giving his all to make Brontes forgive him and come back to his side. Volt fights with everything he has and Gus finds it foolish and unnecessary. But at the end of the battle, Gus says this:

This is the moment Gus realizes the sacrifice Volt was ready to make for Brontes and it’s something he is always ready to do as well when it comes to Spectra (a great foreshadowing for what he does in episode 39). He recognizes these strong feelings but it’s not certain he knows how to name them.

To sum it all up, this episode brings out the emotional side of some characters and the importance of their bonds and connections. Spectra and Gus seem to have a lot to learn about these feelings and so through these experiences they reach their own conclusions. Spectra is yet to admit he needs friends, closure, he needs Gus more than he cares to admit and only after he loses him several episodes later, does he realize it. It would have been nice to get a glimpse of Spectra remembering his conversation with Klaus later on when he feels the absence of Gus or when he decides to join the brawlers. But alas! These are the crumbs we have to work with 😭

Thanks for reading my rant!! I tried to keep it as short as possible cuz I could write a whole dissertation about these 2 🫡

[stardancerluv]

A Space Journey

Part Four

Summary: Tyler finds things out, more training has taken place.

Notes/Warnings 18+ themes, squint breeding kink, angst, suspicious company behavior

❤️, reblogs, comments, & feedback are always welcome. Thank you. 💐

Reid, pressed the bridge of his nose. “Listen you, are far too young to be sent to one of those ‘shake and bake’ colonies.”

Typer stood squarely in front of his desk.

“I am not saying now but maybe after this cycle.”

Reid let out a loud sigh. “Look, you icao jgot a good thing here. They like you. If this one goes well, which I know it will the credits sliding your way will be very nice.”

“Appreciated. Truly. But the nightly broadcasts are always stating that younger is better. That if you are strong and have good lungs;” He paused, his lips curling before adding in a sing song voice. “Don’t be selfish and make human kind healthy once again.”

Reid, took off his glasses and rubbed at one of the lenses. Looking up in a dismissive manner.

“The sarcasm isn’t needed between us.”

Tyler shrugged.

“To be honest, you are not even near the danger zone and neither is your girl. She’s healthy. Her womb is strong. It will carry your seed very well.”

“And how do you know this?“ A stillness came over him.

“Harrison, don’t be naïve. You don’t think we didn’t check her out as well?”

“But why?”

“That’s classified.”

He closed the distance, then placed both hands on his desk as a flash of annoyance ignited in him.

“Classified, huh?”

“Harrison, now calm down.”

He rose his eyebrows. “I am very calm. I thought I was the only who mattered.”

“You are.”

“Then why do they know about my girl’s womb?”

He chair creaked as he rolled back to look up at him. “Her evaluation was up close to when yours were so when we tested you, they tested her.”

“I don’t like that.”

“You don’t like knowing you got a prime girl there? You have quality.”

“I know I do.” He stepped back once again.

Reid lurched back to his desk. “Such a romantic. Well, now you know medically.”

All he could do was roll his eyes.

“Oh yeah here. Now get out of my sight.”

Tyler caught the sliver of metal. “Dog tags?”

“If the hostiles take you out, we need to know who to send back to your family and girl.”

“Love you too Reid.”

The man sighed. “You are truly insufferable.”

Tyler, let a smirk play on his lips. “That’s why you chose me.”

“Maybe. Now get out of here.”

“Alright.”

******

He hovered over the open side of his chifforobe. He figured that was the safest place to store the hand gun, they had him go back to the hauler with.

Absently, he tapped his fingers on the dog tag that now hung from his throat. The acrid smell of this gun and the other ones he had handled today clung to him, his clothes. He had handled so many. The sheer number of them was far greater then he could have imagined. He had held the infamous pulse rife. Colonial marines had made them famous. They had great aided in the acquirement of a new colony here or there in one of the many far corners of space. Up to that point, he only handled a a simple hand gun, he had pawned it years ago for extra credits.

There was always his trusty volt charger. He had refashioned it from their ability to restarting engines to keeping one safe. He had never needed it. Not even against a twitchy artificial person or anything else that may be lingering in the dark depths of space.

The hand gun, they had let him go home with felt heavy in his hands as he held it once more. The black metal easily could disappear into any shadow he could find himself crouching in.

His wrist chirped to life, a smile curled his lips when he realized it was you.

Placing the hand gun down, he slipped it back into the thickly lined sack they gave him to store it in.

He cinched it, then tapping the small screen. The small screen was framing your face. “Hi baby. What do I owe pleasure?”

A smile spread across your lips. “With my recent discovery, they are now rewarding me. Are you home?”

“Yes. Come on over.”

“See you soon.”

There was a flicker and his watch was blank again. Unease shot through him as he closed the door to his chifforobe, then tucked the dog tags under his shirt. His fingers danced down the worn edges of memories captured from days, cycles past.

With a genuine smile on his face he went to the hauler’s perch and waited for you. From where he stood, he was just out of the reach of the sheets of rain. A few we t splatters splashed him here there but he was not soaked.

As he leaned against the thick metal frame of the opening, the conversation he shared with Reid about you played back in his head.

You had a strong womb, images of you and your belly full with his child oddly enough aroused him. His breath quickened. He would have done it. A future of you and him, growing. Little imaginations of that or him holding you protectively close, a hand splayed on your belly; the two of you sharing a smile made his heart pick up speed.

“High up in your tower I see.” Your sweet airy, voice reached him. Bringing him back to reality.

He chuckled. “And there be my fair girl.”

Without a moment for a breath, he leapt down. It wasn’t terribly high up and he easily made a clean landing.

“Oh! Oh my!” You gasped.

He only chuckled and pulled you right up against. His heart pounding, his breath still shortened.

“Damn, how are you mine?”

He kissed you then. You wiggled against him before he felt you melt against him. The kiss lasted and the rain , did fall down on you and him and once again it was easily soaking him.

“I like this.” You managed, when you broke for air however and heavy with soot and whatever else swirled around.

He saw how the kiss had made your cheeks rosy. It made him smirk, fill bigger then he was. “So do I but let’s go…” His voice trailed off as he saw your bemused expression drop.

“What is this?” You tugged gently on the dog-tag, as your nose twitched.

It must have popped free of his shirt when he jumped. He pressed his lips together. In the back of his mind, knowing he had not had a chance to clean up he wondered if you could smell the training he had done.

You remained a little rooted where you stood but after a touch of hesitation you let him pull you close.

“Do you still trust me?” He brushed some wet strands from your face.

You nodded.

“Come inside and I will tell you.”

@luvscarlyle new chapter! New Tyler content! Enjoy, and thank you!

[spicyclover]

An you do one for lando Norris where you tell him it’s ok to fuck with out a condom for the first time and letting him cum in you

On your lips, half volt.

Context: In the paddock after being frustrated for quite some time.

Summary: From your skin to my skin, I keep the scent I still know, from your body, by heart, the drawing On the bare wire of that night, I stand Ready for all my love, it’s so good!

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Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

WARNING: smut +18

You didn’t wait very long for him. He returned to hospitality soon after finishing the three interviews he was supposed to do, his eyes set on you. He approached you and flopped onto the couch of his driver's room, setting his head on your lap.

You ran your hand through his messy curly hair, which was getting pretty long. He shut his eyes and relaxed, letting you play with his hair. He always loves having your hands on his head. He often gets headaches, and your fingers' warmth always makes him feel better.

On time, he even calls you a witch after you miraculously cured him of his headache by massaging him gently for several minutes. Obviously, you laugh, knowing very well that you didn't do anything but help him relax, which was what he actually needed.

Distracted, you started braiding a small chunk of it, and he grumbled a little when he understood what you were doing. You laughed at him and set your hand on his jaw, tracing over it with your fingertips. You lock eyes with each other. Sometimes you still fail to realize that this human loves you truly, deeply and intensely.

You still remember the first time you did it. You’ve been seeing each other for several weeks, and you both had very strong feelings about each other.

You start caressing him while reaching down for his sex. You feel his growing excitement and his limb getting hard through his suit, which, let’s be honest, doesn’t leave much room for imagination.

For the past few weeks, you haven’t had much time to spend with each other. And it must be said that you are in need; lack of him, of his kisses, of his skin against yours, of his penis in your entrance, of his faint growls of excitement. You can’t take it anymore. You need him now.

You touch his limb, and you feel his breath intensifying to the rhythm of your touch. His lips find their place in your neck, which he does not hesitate to mark as his own. You let out small sounds of pleasure between your lips that are glued to his ear.

You stoke him, losing no time. You know you don't have much time to get what you need, what you want.

"Babe," he whispers, trying to slow you down.

"Don't!" You take his suit and undo it. Making sure that he is left only with his fireproof shirt and his boxer. "I need you, Lan. I need you inside me!"

"Oh"

"Oh? What oh?" You ask stopping a minute to look at him.

"I don't have anything with me."

"What?"

"I don't have any condoms. Everything is at the hotel." He explains, quite embarrassed.

"Okay, and?" You kiss again, not waiting for the answer. Rubbing your bare skin against his.

"Well..." He sighs, putting his mouth away from you.

"Lando, you have two choices; you either fuck me right here and now hard and bare, or I go back to London, and you won't touch me for the next six months to know what it's like to be in need."

You give him the ultimatum, and you don't have to wait too long before Lando pushes himself in you. You heard the sigh of pleasure when his bare member encountered your intimate cunt for the first time. It's strange for you too. To feel him so close to you. Like they're nothing else after this. You can't be more naked than this.

It feels amazing. You're riding him, but it's Lando who gives the rhythm. With your hands on his chest, you try to keep yourself on top. His hands are on your hips, bruising them.

"I'm not going to last long," he says, out of breath.

You pull out of him and get up. You look at him, and he knows what to do. You enjoy quickies some times, and now it's the time. Fuck from being is the thing that turns you on and makes you come the most.

Lando pushes your legs apart and takes hold of your hips. Pushing himself again inside you. You feel him different, more animal, and you love it. You can't help yourself to whimpers his name, making his ego up. You are against the wall, holding on the best you can.

Now, you don't care if people can hear or not. You're having the time of your life after waiting for two weeks. You feel his hand touching your clit, doing circles, making your brain fuzzier. One hand on the wall, the other on one of Lando's arms. Lando is the full support of this session. You can't barely stay standing; how he makes you feel so good.

You bite your lips, trying to quiet yourself down. Lando accelerated candor by feeling his orgasm come. His hand stimulates your clitoris to the maximum and his penis sucks you from end to end by touching each of his thrusts on your G-spot. He feels that your vagina retracts and sucks it in.

"Lan... Land... Lando." Trying to phrase your sentence. "I want you to cum... to cum inside... inside me."

"What? He asks, out of breath."

"I want you to cum inside me!"

You feel your words have a radical change in his attitude, and he doesn’t waste time. His outbursts are a little more irrational, and you’re both on end. Your orgasm is there. Overwhelming you and him at the same time. You can’t help but shout his name and how good he does you.

He covers your mouth with his hand. He bends you more, and you hold on as best you can. He pushes you one last time. His seed is released in you, and you moan between his fingers. He finally breeds you, really breed you. Still in you, he pushes you back to the couch, and he drops himself in. His hand always keeps you close to him.

"Wow... That's the sexiest thing we have ever done." He exclaims as he giggles.

"I think that from now on, you will always cum in me. You were exceptional, and it’s been so fucking long since I wanted you like this."

"Tonight, am fucking you out! You won't be able to walk tomorrow, baby," he mumbles, trying to catch he's breath.

"Fuck! Cum in me every time if it means you take me so well."

[mamawasatesttube]

11 timkon for the devotion ask 😁

11. “I’ve already died once. I would do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe.”

also prompted by @blueforget-me-not, @cas-and-their-refusal-to-write, and @chaoxfix !! (phew this one's popular!)

"Absolutely not."

"Tim—"

Tim whirls on him, glaring. "You," he hisses, jabbing one finger into the S-shield on Kon's chest, "are vulnerable to magic. That thing," and he points at the unnatural, glowing storm raging outside, "is full of insanely powerful magic that could fucking kill you. You're not fucking going."

Kon's jaw is set in that infuriatingly stubborn way of his; the glint in his eyes is nothing short of mulish. "Somebody has to get to the middle to stop that wizard freak. It's only gonna get worse if we don't do anything. And Cassie's already hurt. I'm going."

Not for the first time, Tim curses his own vulnerability. Curses that he's the best pilot among the four of them. Curses that the storm is raging too fiercely to just leave the plane on autopilot. Kon is determined to throw himself into harm's way, and Tim can't even come with him.

He turns back to the controls, glances at the anemometer; the wind is still rising. Ominous purple lightning crackles across the clouds all around them. The image of Kon flying down towards the sorcerer only to get struck from the sky by three hundred million volts of magic flashes through Tim's mind; it takes more self-control than he'd like to admit to not flinch.

"Cassie's hurt because she already tried confronting him directly, alone." At least his voice comes out steady, if a bit taut. "You think it'll go better if you do it instead?"

Another lightning strike shoots by, so close it nearly knocks the plane from the sky. As it is, everything outside goes bright white and the sensors scream; by the time Tim wrests the plane back under control, they've dropped five hundred feet, and he can see the churning, frothy waves down below.

Shit.

"At the very least, I can distract him while you find a place to land safely," Kon says, ever-so-graciously not rising to the bite in Tim's voice. "'Cuz you're talking a big game about me getting killed, but it looks to me like just trying to fly out here is probably gonna get you killed. And I mean, I've already died once. I'd do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe."

It would have been kinder if he just punched Tim in the gut.

For a moment, he can't breathe; panic and hurt and fury and terror all sweep through him in an excruciating rush, and his grip tightens on the throttle so hard it hurts.

"Really?" he hears himself say, lashing out in automatic self-defense. He hates this, hates fighting with Kon, hates what he's about to say because he knows it's cruel, but he can't stop himself in time as the words pour out. "You'd put me through the survivor's guilt and the grief and everything you know I went through once already, a thousand times over? Didn't know you had that kinda viciousness in you." He laughs humorlessly. "Kinda impressed, if I'm being honest."

For a moment, there's nothing but the sounds of beeping sensors and the howling wind. For a moment, Tim is terrified Kon has just vanished, thrown himself into the heart of the storm without another word—

But then warm, strong arms wrap around his shoulders and chest, and Kon's cheek presses against his hair, and Tim can breathe again. Kon is leaning over the back of his chair and just holding him, and Tim can breathe.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it, Rob," Kon murmurs. His breath against Tim's ear sends a shiver down his spine. "But I... you're right. I shouldn't have said... I mean, I... well, we can—we can talk about all that later. Right now, let's just..."

"Sorry." Tim takes one hand from the yoke to lay it over Kon's wrist, just for a moment. His heart is still thundering in his chest, a mirror of the storm outside; he doesn't need to ask to know whether Kon knows. "I didn't mean it. You're not—you're the kindest person I know."

"Tim." Kon holds him a little tighter. "It's okay, dude. Let's just focus on getting outta here for now, yeah?"

Getting out of here. Not confronting the sorcerer. Tim sucks in a breath. They do need to get Cassie some medical help, and some time to strategize can't hurt. Hopefully, he won't grow too powerful before they can double back and take him out.

"Okay," he says, and rubs his thumb over the pulse point in Kon's wrist before reluctantly dropping his hand back to the yoke. The wind outside buffets them relentlessly, despite even the formidable stabilizing tech built into the Batplane; he can't afford to keep his hands off it for too long.

Lightning flashes again. It's a little easier not to flinch.

"I'll run distraction outside," Kon says. "But I promise I won't confront him. Just get you a little breathing room to fly."

Anxiety spikes again in his chest, but Tim nods. He trusts Kon, and Kon is more than capable of playing a distraction while keeping a safe distance. "...Be careful."

Kon somehow, breathtakingly, manages to laugh despite it all. "C'mon, Rob, you know me. When am I not?"

He drops a quick kiss to the top of Tim's head, then vanishes before Tim has the chance to answer. Tim misses his warmth immediately.

It's fine. He'll hold Kon to that promise to talk later. For now, all that's left to do is to make it out of the storm.

50 Prompts About Devotion

[urapunk]

Uhmm… Gary..headcanons… please :3

uuuaaghhh gary my brainrotted disgusting needs to be arrested son LET ME HOLD HIM

i remember you said you keep him in a tiny ourse like a little puppy

GARY SMITH HEADCANONS!

He doesnt like his medication because he feels digusting snd sluggish and its overwhelming snd overstimulating for him. Being sluggish makes him want to throw up because it feels sickening. He thinks hes better without it though, that his head moves faster and he can stay in the game.... But we all saw what happened then.

Cried when he was released from happy volts. His grandfather scolded him neaely all night while an actually medicated gary sat on the couch and refused to make eye contact because crying isnt something he wants someone so close to see.

Sometimes when he zones off he'll scratch at one specific area until he snaps out of it. He looks neutral and doesnt have a scowl when he's just zoned off, and he could find himself stsring at something thats just oddly satisfying to look at, like a specifically position pencil or staring at his hands while he fiddles with a hairtie.

Needs to cry.

He spends atleast 30 minutes in the mirror looking at himself. He likes how he looks, he really does, but what if nobody else does. What will he do then? What if someone thinks he looks awful? Should he get new shoes- or maybe cut his hair?... He thinks. He really does think all the time, and it is always torture. People just think he means he's smart, but hes just.. Worried.

Vomits from anxiety. Sometimes when he gets caught doing something, crabblesnitch will let him go to the bathroom before a strong talking to. Just incase.

Shivers when he gets REALLY sleepy. Like, constant yawning sleepy. Also sleep talks and its adorable.

Chronic monster drinker, but he hasnt had one in atleast 2 years due to his grandfather throwing them away whenever he can. Monster just isnt good for him and his thoughts. (He only likes the original flavor. Hes so boring)

Heat. He loves laying under sunny windows in the dorms or at his grandfather's house. Often sleeps on his stomach on a couch under the window.

Bruna (oc mention:3) once bought an iced coffee, which gary begged to try until she said yes. She let him have a sip and it was gone 10 minutes later. Its a tradition now for her to buy them for gary.

Dr Pepper lover. He literally could drink Dr Pepper for the rest of his life and he'd die content and less angsty.

Hes so immature, but also more mature than most. His actions are childish , but his throughts are those of a 40 year old man. He's a really deep thinker.

<3

[emeraldtied]

↳ @familylightfox asked: "Dad! Dad! Look!" Harmony came running into the living room, skidding partially into the archway in the process, but pouncing onto the couch with little care. In the teen's hand was a colorful flyer that was extended to her parents. "They're havin' a pride parade in Metropolis! My teammates saw it when we were walkin' and they wanna go. Can we go? Please? Pleeeeaassee?" She's using the puppy eyes (even though her tail is wagging a mile a minute).

{➹} – THE HEDGEHOG HAD ALREADY braced himself when he heard their daughter shouting and those running feet. Thank Chaos their couch was big enough to fit the three of them comfortably, though that had rarely stopped the teen from using one or both of her dads as a cushion before. At least this time she had opted for a seat next to them, the flyer she had being looked over by the hero with a clear interest.

"Not surprising, I think they hold one every year. 'S sort of a big deal actually, and tends t' draw a pretty big crowd. Never been myself though." He knew the gist of the event, having been told stories by Amy and Tekno, even Johnny, and he was far from against it all. The crowd might take a little getting used to on his part, but he was quick to smile at the plea (though the puppy eyes definitely helped sway him).

"I don't see why not. First time for everything, right?"

[chaosworthy]

⇨ starter | @familylightfox

{➹} – IT WAS ALMOST routine that saw the hero sitting, papers and the like strew about the table in front of him. To him, it all made perfect sense. To others? It likely looked like a mess but he was used to the statements, the stamped addresses and bills.

So it was no wonder when something odd caught his eye.

Maybe it wasn't the best practice to just throw the mail on his desk, but the hero had never thought it to be a bad thing until he realized what the letter in his hand was. One envelope had sent his heart racing, both with fear and excitement and he stared at it for a few minutes before finally standing up.

Hopefully Volt wouldn't mind his husband suddenly appearing in a gust of wind, skidding to perfect stop and no doubt raising more than a few questions at that moment.

His answer? To hold up the off white envelope.

[emeraldtied]

{➹} – IT WOULD HAVE TO do, and if the past was any indication the shirt would make the feline comfortable if nothing else. Maybe even give them a good night's sleep even if it wasn't a perfect fit. That much the hero could vouch for and he just smiled that much more at his partner's words. It was good Volt liked when the hero wore the hoodie because that certainly wasn't stopping anytime soon.

"Ought t' work perfectly then, we can pick up a few essentials tomorrow. Maybe make a day of it t' show him a bit the village." Maybe not all of it, again to keep the poor feline from getting too overwhelmed, but some for sure. It wouldn't hurt, and compared to the city Arrow thought the quiet would do the boy some good.

Depending on how the night went, that was. But the sound of scrambling from the bathroom, that telltale squeaking of fur on a tub's smooth surface a few minutes later, told the couple the bath seemed to have been a success. Something cemented by the fact the feline looked about ten times brighter, both in appearance and expression, when they met him in the hallway.

The towel had been placed on the edge of the tub, the dirty water telling in its own right but well worth the smile on the feline's face. The yawn that soon followed gave a pretty good clue as to what the next step was, and frankly the hedgehog couldn't blame the kid.

It had been a pretty big day for all of them.

Hearing the familiar footsteps entering their bedroom, Volt smiled. He turned his head just enough to wink as he held up the shirt just a bit higher. The sleeves wouldn't be too long, but it would be a wonder if the V-neck wouldn't end up falling off the boy's shoulders. It would have to do, though. At least until they could take him clothes shopping in the near future.

"Ya can't be the only one t' wear all my shirts, and he'd disappear in my hoodie." While a tease, there was some truth to it. Plus, that was an article of clothing that Volt enjoyed seeing his partner wear.

So he might have been just a little protective of it.

"Just needs a lil somethin' for tonight. Until we can take him shoppin' for somethin' that'll fit 'im." Volt watched his partner take in the old shirt. Just like the hoodie, it held so many memories for the couple. Now it was time to add some more.

But his gaze had turned to his husband in question. It had been on the tip of his tongue to ask, but nodded when he was beaten to it. They could wait till later to talk. They had a youngster to get settled first. Surely all this excitement and sugar had to be wearing off by now.

At least tonight he would have a warm bed to sleep in.

[aishien-the-aishien]

Bakugan AU ramble

Okay, this might be a long one. Also, it's really only going to be an infodump about alternative Vestal biology, so... yeah, if you're interested, keep reading (also, this idea striked me today at some 1:30am and hasn't left me since lmao if there's any holes or contradictions, I'm sorry! I'll be working on this concept and updating it, so ideas from this post may still change)

GENERAL INFORMATION

[The terms "lowborn/highborn" and "lower class/upper class" are used interchangeably and are to be considered common in the Vestal language. The society is strongly divided into those two groups, and their members hardly ever go round with each other.]

- Vestals are all shapeshifters and have two forms: pre-transformation form and transformation form. Pre-transformation is commonly considered the "base" form, but both are natural to the Vestals. Changing into the transformation form is triggered either by strong emotions (mostly fear or rage) or by the rules of Binding[1], and changing purely at will is exhausting and can give a Vestal unpleasant symptoms, such as a fever or muscle sores. Meanwhile changing into the pre-transformation form is usually effortless, though may take slightly longer. Changing into the transformation form is instant

- highborn are typically Avians, lowborn are Canine/Feline

[a reference example of a female Canine Vestal]

more info undercut!

- Avian features, such as wings and feathers, are associated religiously. Canine/Feline features are considered less sophisticated and more "beast-like", mostly by the highborn

- lower classes are typically more religious than upper classes

- Canine/Feline Vestals tend to be physically stronger than Avian Vestals

- the Avian transformation is less severe, leaving the Vestal semi-humanoid. However, pre-transformation Avian Vestals have clear animal features, such as feathered tails

- Canine/Feline Vestals transform entirely into an animal-like creature, typically resembling a larger form of an Earth wolf, fox, panther or, more rarely, bear. However, pre-transformation Canines/Felines have few typically animal traits

- in other dimensions, Vestals are often confined to a single form. In Vestroia, it's the transformation form, though they were able to retain their shapeshifting abilities during the invasion thanks to the Dimension Controllers. On Earth, it's the pre-transformation form, typically even more human-like than their regular forms, especially when it comes to Avian Vestals. Staying in a forcefully anthropomorphised form is uncomfortable for Vestals, making them tired, irritable, and sometimes even giving them symptoms of a sickness such as a fever. Those are the more severe, the less anthropomorphic their regular form is

Highborn characters in the story:

- King Zenoheld

- Prince Hydron

- Shadow Prove

- Lync Volan

- Klaus von Hertzing (half-human?)

Lowborn characters in the story:

- Baron Leltoy

- Ace Grit

- Volt Luster

- Mylene Farrow

- Gus Grav

The Fermins:

A family who used to be Canine/Feline, but its members have undergone medical procedures to give them Avian features instead. This is not unprecedented among those lowborn who have managed to live among the highborn. Clay Fermin has had surgical operations performed on himself, in order to change his Feline body into an Avian one, and Keith Fermin was given various substances as a young child which caused his body to mutate into a semi-Avian one. Mira Fermin's DNA was altered before she was born, causing her to be a natural Avian, the only one among her family members.

[1]BINDING

A Vestal can bind themselves to a person/item, and they will transform in defence of that to which they're bound. The concept is better understood within the upper classes, which means they know they can, for example, bind themselves to an item, which leads them to a better control of their powers. A common practice among the highborn is to bind oneself to an accessory, such as a necklace, and squish it when one wants to transform - since that is instinctually considered "a danger" and triggers the transformation. A much less common, yet clever way of using this, is binding oneself to a word, which makes one transform whenever that word is spoken around them (or read by them, for that matter). Tricky, as it may easily cause an involuntary transformation, should the word be poorly chosen. Members of lower classes are often unaware of those possibilities of binding, and tend to bind themselves exclusively to other people

- Binding is voluntary and can be broken off at any point. An unbound person, however, is much more prone to involuntary transformations, as they become dependent almost solely on the unbound person's emotions

- it's possible for a person who is bound to another person to transform in response to a request by that whom they're bound to. This, however, requires a deep and emotional bond, and can be connected to physical effort

That's it for now, though I do have more ideas, and I'll share them in the future, if I don't forget! I'm planning to doodle the designs of specific characters in this AU, so more info will be coming along with them :> There, a doodle of my favourite lapdog bound to his power-thirsty master

[tripleaxeldiaz]

until the earth starts to crumble and the heavens roll away (i’m yours)

read on ao3

The sun is setting, a warm orange glow seeping in through the blinds, when he comes into Buck’s room. Everyone else had been in and out already with hugs and goodbyes and promises of visiting tomorrow — everyone except Eddie. And judging from the redness still fading from around his eyes and the way he’s forcibly trying to keep his shoulders away from his ears, Buck thinks he understands why. 

He’s been in Eddie’s shoes. No amount of therapy or coping mechanisms could have stopped the ice cold, all encompassing tendrils of panic from taking over his body and mind when Eddie was buried alive or shot in broad daylight. Even after running into the hospital room after Eddie woke up, he had to take 10 minutes in the bathroom to collect himself before he could open his mouth without bursting into tears.

So he gets it. He’s not mad.

He’s just really glad he’s here. 

“Hey,” Eddie says, voice soft and low, almost as soft as the one he uses with Chris when he’s sick. Buck watches him make his way to the chair next to his bed and sit down, hesitating for a breath before pulling the chair as close to the bed as he can get. 

Good. Buck would’ve pulled him over himself if he hadn’t. 

“Hey,” he says back, sitting up straighter against his pillow. He’s not in pain exactly but he feels…uncomfortable. No position he sits in ever feels good enough, standing for too long makes him dizzy. The nurses are right, of course, he’s definitely still healing, he just wishes he didn’t feel like he was about to vibrate out of his skin while it was happening. 

That may be a him thing, though, nothing at all to do with being struck by thousands of volts of electricity and all to do with him being restless, bouncing off the wall Buck. 

A Buck that he no longer resents. Except in this moment when he just wants to relax.

They’re quiet as he adjusts himself, finally settling and facing Eddie as best he can. “Did Chris go home?”

“Yeah, about half an hour ago. Carla took him, he’s got school in the morning.” Eddie picks at a loose thread coming off the blanket covering the bed, and Buck notices he’s shaking. He wants to reach out, to hold him, to show him that he’s okay, that he’ll be back to normal in no time, but he looks like a strong breeze would shatter him where he sits, so he stays put. Eddie clears his throat before talking again, eyes never leaving the thread. “Did he tell you how we snuck him in to see you?”

Buck smiles. “He did. Made it sound a lot like a heist.”

“I wouldn’t call distracting one nurse a heist,” Eddie says. The corner of his mouth just barely ticks upwards, as close to a smile as Buck expects to see from him today. “But you know Chris, he could charm the pants off anyone without even trying.”

“Sounds like his dad.” Eddie rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears go Buck’s favorite shade of pink, and he’s grateful that he gets to see it again. But the levity is brief — his brow furrows again, and Buck sees him bite the inside of his cheek, watches the shaking get a little more pronounced. His hand had moved up the blanket at some point, coming to rest right next to Buck’s where it rests. Eddie traces the outside of his pinky, softly, gently, like he’s worried about Buck shattering too. He takes a couple deep breaths and moves his hand again, twisting their pinkies together. The vibrations that have been coursing through Buck for days now quiet down the smallest amount, but it’s enough. It’s a relief. He’s touching Eddie, and it feels grounding, steady, sure.

It feels like a lifeline.

“I was really scared,” Eddie says, quiet enough to almost be absorbed by the blankets and bedding. “I saw you hanging there and I just ran, I didn’t even think about it. And then you wouldn’t—we couldn’t—” his breath shudders. “You were so still. I’ve never seen you that still.”

Buck sits up then, moving so he’s cross-legged on the bed, looking at Eddie straight on. He twists their already clasped hands until they’re fully intertwined, grabs the other one too and holds on tight. He squeezes once, twice, three times, before Eddie takes the hint and looks him in the eye. They’re bright and shining with tears and Buck still wants to get lost in them, even when they’re breaking his heart.

“I remembered you, you know,” he says. Eddie cocks his head, confused. “Not the dream version of you, I didn’t even meet that version. But the real you, the one that had my back when I went up the ladder. The one that always has my back. I remembered that. I remembered you, before anyone else.”

Eddie ducks his head again just before his shoulders shake, still trying in vain to keep everything together, either for Buck’s sake or his own. He wishes he could drill it into his stubborn brain that it’s okay to break, that Buck has picked up the pieces before and he will every other time after, that he fought like hell to get back to this family, to this Eddie, shrapnel and all. Instead, he holds Eddie’s hand a little bit tighter, threads his other hand through the hairs at the back of his neck, and rests his forehead on Eddie’s crown. His hair smells like cedar and cinnamon and faintly of smoke. It smells like Eddie. It smells like home.

They sit up after a while, but neither goes very far — their hands are still clutched together and Eddie is tracing nonsense on the inside of Buck’s wrist. He can’t believe that even for a minute, he didn’t want to come back to this — to Bobby on his way with In ‘n’ Out, to Hen and Chim ordering a cake with a horrible joke on it in the waiting room, to Maddie’s smile and Chris’ laugh.

To Eddie holding his hand.

“Thank you,” Eddie says, softly but fiercely. He looks Buck in the eye again, determined and steady, like he’s trying to piece himself back together by sheer force of will. “For coming back to us. We need you, Buck, more than I think we’ll ever be able to tell you.”

He brings one of Eddie’s hands up to his heart, and the last of the vibrations finally melt away. He feels still again, but not in a scary way. In a way he’s not sure he’s ever been, even before being struck by lightning.

“I’ll always come back,” Buck says, a truth he knows better than his own name. “It’s gonna take a lot more than a trippy purgatory nightmare to keep me away from you.”

Eddie smiles, a real, joyful smile that crinkles at his eyes and makes Buck want to sing. He presses his lips to the inside of Buck’s wrist — in prayer, in thanks, in a promise.

It hits him then as hard as it’s hit since he opened his eyes: Buck’s home. People love him.

He finally believes it.

[serosblunt]

BakuSquad Drabbles: If They Had A Crush On You

BakuSquad x (Female) Reader

NSFW, 18+

Characters: Bakugo, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Mina

Warnings: Mentions of smut (masturbation, electrostimulation, kissing, general horny thoughts.) Reader with female anatomy and pronouns. My terrible use of Spanish.

A/N: I am not Spanish, nor have I ever taken a day of it in my life so pls forgive me if I messed up the beautiful language😭

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Bakugo was NOT a pervert. 

Hothead? Yes. Slowly-coming-out-of-the-closest? Yes. But he was not a pervert. So why did he find himself having so many restless nights thinking about your face? 

The blond would frequently wake up to sheets soaked in sweat and slick palms that emitted his caramel essence. 

The way you smiled at him for less than a second when he handed you a pencil, or the casual manner in which you wiped sweat from your brow while sparring with Uraraka was so enticing to him. 

Perhaps it was because for only the third or fourth time in his life, someone wasn’t afraid of him, and that scared him. If he hurled insults at you, you would simply throw him back a grin, a toothy one that matched his own, as if you were telling him you knew he didn’t meant it. You were his equal and he respected you, maybe even worshipped you. 

Walking down the halls, if you were to accidentally bump shoulders, Katsuki would internally die a little, and turn a deeper shade of red than Ejirou’s hair. 

For some reason he would be overcome with the need to…apologise?!

You were his kryptonite, exposing all of his weak spots. 

He was in deep. And he didn’t know if he wanted to get out. 

Katsuki was fucked. 

Maybe he wanted to be, if you were down ;)

The red-head had always prided himself on being manly, and it hadn’t taken long for him to figure out he was harbouring strong feelings for you. 

Your loyalty to your friends and your willingness to drop everything’s for them at a minutes notice had initally peaked Eijirou’s interest. It was a very manly quality to have. 

His longing had only grown from there. 

Kirishima fondly remembers one day when he wasn’t in class, and during the lunch-break there was a pounding at his dorm room door. He was sick, it was really only a sniffle but Aizawa advised him against getting the rest of his classmates sick. 

He opened his door to find you, out of breath, having apparently run all the way from the classroom. You somehow had managed to find tissues, soup and an assortment of medicines along your fast-paced journey, with help from Recovery Girl. 

His heart was fluttering around you constantly from that day onwards, and he knew he couldn’t keep blaming lingering cold symptoms forever. 

His friends had caught him staring lovingly at you from across the room on more than several occasions, and smacked him out of his trance, as good friends did. But not before Mina got a few photos of the “lover boy” to show you later.

If he wasn’t going to step up and ask you out himself, she would do it for him. 

Denki WAS a pervert. 

Lately the two of you had been partnering up for training exercises, and his filthy mind had wandered. It was inevitable, you had boobs and were breathing. 

As you dodged his attacks, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you hadn’t.

If you submitted to them willingly…asked for them…begged for them…

He had a crystal clear image of you underneath him, any time you trained. Naked and begging him to run his volts through you. In his mind, it made your toes curl and your nipples impossibly hard, and that wasn’t the only hard thing around.

When the thoughts got too much for the horny teen, Kaminari reverted back to blaming an over-usage of his quirk. Often this backfired on him however as you came even closer to him to run your fingers through his hair, knowing that it had helped him feel more grounded on occasion. 

It was common knowledge that recently, Denki, in his infinite wisdom, had developed intense stomach aches whenever he overused his quirk, which he obviously needed to see Recovery Girl for. 

Alone. 

Really, it was just an excuse to hide his boner from you and make a quick getaway, before either shamelessly rubbing one out in the bathroom or trying to coax it down enough to see the nurse. 

Unfortunately Denki could be a little clueless. You had felt something poking you in the thigh the first time you trained together, you decided to start wearing shorter skirts from that point onwards. 

Sero is a confident man. He knows he likes you and he suspects that you like him, but he needs to put that theory to the test. 

In the beginning he starts out slow, with only a word or two whispered so low you’re not even sure he said anything. 

Then the long-haired teen decided to use his powers for good. 

He calls it experimentation, and the way you blush after he breathes so softly just below the shell of your ear, he calls that data. 

“Data which must be collected again and again.”

The phrases too begin innocently enough, but Hanta knows how to get what you both so clearly what. 

“Cariño,” he purrs to as you reach for a snack.

“What does that one mean?” You squeak back, meekly. He finds it completely intoxicating. 

“It means ‘sweetheart’, but that’s nothing compared to what I’ll be calling you later, mi dulce princesa.”

You practically bend over for him right then and there, and the cocky, smiling fool knew it too. 

The tension between you two was more electric than anything Denki could produce, and it was driving Sero just as crazy as it was driving you. His lips spent more time attached to your ears in those few short weeks than they did apart from them. 

The taller boy was completely enamoured with the way you melted simply from his words.

Needles to say it didn’t take long for the two of you to start dating, and Sero kept up the Spanish.

Thoughts of you came to Mina often, but especially at night. When she was getting ready to slip her fingers below the waistband of her nightwear, inching them closer to where she so desperately wished it could be you touching her instead. 

It felt like it should have been wrong, the two of you were friends, but you were close. Closer than she saw a lot of her other friends act. But the way it felt, the way she felt about you, overpowered all that negativity. 

Ashido pictured your smile, your collarbones, your hands, and if she thought about it hard enough, she could almost feel the ghost of your lips against her skin. 

Your plush body against her own. It edged her closer and closer to her release.

She was practiced at this, having had the same desires for many a night. She knows just what vision will get her over the edge. 

Mina pretends it’s your voice in her ears instead of her own laboured breathing, coaxing her on, telling her you love her too.

A few more talented flicks of the wrist has your name on her lips like a symphony. 

Later that night, as she does every other, the bubbly girl curls up to a teddy bear you gifted her, which still holds your scent. 

You’ve never understood why she blushes the first time she sees you each day, but Mina knows that each night will be the same as the last until you’re hers. That’s the only secret she’s ever kept from you. 

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