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fanfickittycat · 26 days ago

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Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie

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Synopsis: When you and Sylus come across a pair of Aether core necklaces, dreams and reality start to blend together.

AKA a necklace makes you both star in each other’s wet dreams

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Pairing: Sylus x MC/Sylus x Reader

Read on AO3 | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“And this one?” You pointed to the emerald cut rock resembling a protocore.

“You have a good eye!” The merchant grinned, as he began spinning lies to you about how rare it was. You knew it was a fake without even touching it, but you held off from correcting him immediately and instead pretended to listen. You could feel a strange sense of excitement bubble in you as you got ready to test the merchant, but a familiar rush of energy behind you put that excitement on pause, and you watched as the shopkeeper’s voice faltered. His face became ashen, as he looked above your head, and you could see the blurry reflection of a dark, imposing figure and red eyes bounce off the larger crystals behind him.

“I thought I told you to stop doing that” you said, not bothering to turn around as you examined the other pieces of jewellery.

“Do what?” His breath is warm against the shell of your ear and you can feel the tickle of his silver hair against you.

“To stop looming over my shoulder like that” you turn slightly only to be met with an amused smile “you’re ruining my investigation.”

“… Investigation?” The merchant choked out but you both ignored him.

“Maybe I wanted to look around too, did that ever occur to you?” Sylus said, straightening up and putting his hands in his pockets casually. He was at least a head taller than you and he never failed to remind you of that.

You scoffed and crossed your arms“as if you’d shop here. There are so many fakes on display it’s probably not even worth it to you.”

“Now, hold on-“ the shopkeeper protested but it fell on deaf ears again.

Sylus shrugged “you can still find a diamond in the rough if you look hard enough.” He stepped from behind you to your side to look at the display case in front of him.

“Although…” his eyes glanced at the artificial gems “this selection is lacking.” His eyes flick up to the merchant whose face is flushed with embarrassment and fear.

“I- I did get something in this morning. Something real.” His hand lowers slowly to the vault behind him, as if asking for permission.

Sylus sighs “well go on then. Let’s see it before Miss Hunter here brings you to justice.” He only chuckles softly when you elbow him in the side.

You both watch as the shopkeeper produces two small vermillion boxes. He opened them up, carefully unwrapping the layers of tissue paper to reveal a matching pair of necklaces, both holding a crimson stone. Your eyes widen as you feel the energy emitting from them.

“Is this…?” Your eyes transfixed “part of an Aether core?”

“My, my, I certainly wasn’t expecting that” Sylus murmured, equally dazzled by the pair of necklaces.

You couldn’t help but let your fingers reach forward to feel the smooth stone on one of the chains. It glowed in response to your touch, and the other mimicked it.

“Legend has it that a pair of lovers separated by the Great War crafted it so that they could always remain close to one another despite being physically apart. It’s rumoured that if your connection is strong enough, you can achieve a psychic connection like none other.”

You can practically hear Sylus raise an eyebrow at that.

“Wait” you frown “I know that myth, it’s from thousands of years ago. Surely this can’t be the same pair of necklaces.”

“What if it is?” Sylus asked, touching one of the stones and watching the other glow “stranger things have happened.”

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow “I didn’t take you for a fantasist.”

“Even I have capacity for romantic notions” he smiles at you fondly, making your cheeks flush. “How much for it?”

Just as the shopkeeper opens his mouth to answer you interrupt “I think it would be best for everyone if you just handed these over.” You looked squarely at the shopkeeper “I know the Hunter’s Association are looking for you - dead or alive.”

“Well played” Sylus murmured to you, looking at you with admiration whilst the merchant was left with no choice but to agree and pack the necklaces away.

Outside the market you prepared to bid Sylus a goodnight, and thanked him for taking you to the N109 Zone’s night market.

“Oh wait” you fished the Aether core necklace out from its pouch “come here.” He turns and approaches you, smiling when you roll your eyes and gesture for him to come closer.

“A kiss goodbye?” He teases and you try to subtly swallow to remoisten your dry mouth.

“You wish.” You fiddle with the clasp of one of the necklaces and loop it around his neck. The feeling of his cool skin wasn’t entirely foreign to you, but neither was it overly familiar. This was probably the closest your faces had ever been, though you had dreamt about it happening almost every week. The memories of your latest dream played in your mind, making you hastily click the necklace into place and pull away before his eyes could ascertain your desire.

“It suits you” you said, admiring the way the deep red tone sat against his pale flesh.

“Your turn.” And before you could blink he was holding the matching necklace in his hands. He swept the curtain of your hair over one of your shoulders as his fingertips ghosted the back of your neck, making you shiver.

“A ticklish Hunter? Isn’t that a liability?” He asked jokingly, only for you to huff in response. You could almost have sworn that his touch lingered but if you thought about it too much you were sure you would melt.

“There” he cupped his own pendant “now we match.” You gasped feeling the warmth of the gem against the delicate skin of your chest.

“This is purely scientific” you said, experimenting with holding your own Aether shard. The vibrations in your hand akin to a gentle purr.

“Oh, entirely” Sylus agreed “until next time Miss Hunter.”

It was well past midnight when you got home. The toll of the evening weighed on your shoulders, leading you to take a hot shower in an attempt to undo the knots in your back. Your mind wandered as you lathered up your body wash. The N109 Zone Night Market had yielded some promising leads on illegal protocore trade activity. You had some names and faces to run through the Hunters Association system when you went back to work on Monday, and you wanted to cross reference them with your notes from your last mission too.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you jolted when you felt the Aether core pendant react. Sylus? You gently stroked the stone, feeling a comforting warmth emanate from it. Was he thinking of you? Or just touching the stone? He had looked handsome tonight. Way too handsome. Every time you saw him you felt like you were being drawn in closer and closer to him. It felt dangerous. And exciting.

You could blame the heat of the water for the slightly dizziness but the way the warm sensation flooded south was something else entirely different. Your mind flickered through the moments you shared tonight. The way you could feel his tense muscles as you gripped him on the back of his motorcycle; the moment when he tricked you into trying a so called N109 Zone street food staple only for you to take a bite and hate it instantly, the sound of his laughter and the intoxicating way he slyly smiled and attempted to quell your annoyance by buying you a sweet treat instead, the way the moonlight had illuminated him softly…

Without even realising it, your hand had begun to wander toward your hardening nipples, imagining it was his fingers pinching the pebbled peaks. You pictured him kissing the point where your shoulder met your neck and whimpered at the thought. How good would it feel if he was pressed against you? Grinding his erection into your ass whilst he bit down on your shoulder. Would he sprinkle in all those little pet names he’d developed for you?

“Can’t wait to bury myself inside you kitten. Going to fuck you nice and deep like you deserve.”

You felt your breath hitch. Your fingers traversed downwards, running up and down your slit. Your mouth fell open.

RING RING

You frowned.

RING RING RING.

You groaned in frustration, hurrying out of the shower and towards your phone. Surely even Wanderers knew that they should give it a break at this time of night?! Your skin was still warm but you’d broken out in goosebumps from the sudden temperature difference. Your robe was tied way too loosely around you too, exposing your skin to the cool temperature of your room.

“H-hello?” You answered, you hadn’t realised that you were panting until you stood there. You attempt to clear your throat and repeat your greeting. You’re met with silence. You pull the phone away only to see it’s a hidden number.

“Who is this?” you hear the smallest sound, something akin to a breath and then the call ends. What a waste of time! You throw your phone down on your bed in frustration, and close your eyes for a couple of seconds. The call had interrupted your flow and you suddenly wanted nothing more than some instant ramen and your bed.

After changing into your pyjamas and indulging in some late night cup noodles (sorry Dr Zayne!), you settled into your night time routine and sighed in relief as you nuzzled into the latest plushie you’d won at the arcade. Sleep found you almost immediately, and you found yourself slipping into a dream almost instantly.

There had been problem after problem for the past couple of days, and whilst Sylus was happy to delegate tasks down to his underlings, there had been several particularly tricky issues which required his full attention.

‘So bothersome’ he thought, raking a hand through his hair, which no doubt, was a mess from the repeated action. The words had started to blur together a little and he took his glasses off momentarily to shut his eyes. Maybe he needed a break? The fire he had started when he first reached his study crackled in the fireplace, providing a source of warmth that was much needed on such a cold night. He resolved internally to at least work through the contract sitting on the top of the pile of paperwork on his desk before he called it quits, and put on the glasses again to scan through the fine print.

Not ten minutes later he heard a knock on the door.

“Enter.” He had expected it to be the twins, but blinked in surprise when you peeked your head around the door.

“You’re still awake?” Sylus’ expression softened as he set down the pen and leaned back on his dark chair.

“It’s hard to sleep when you’re not next to me. It’s so cold tonight.” You said, running a finger along his desk as you made your way towards him.

“Look” you shrugged off the silky robe he usually donned, letting the soft material pool on the hardwood floors at your feet.

“I have goosebumps.” You offered your bare arm up for him to inspect.

Sylus’ lips twitched, as his eyes hungrily drank in your near naked form. The crimson lingerie set he had seen in Linkon City just the other week had clearly stuck in his head more than he thought. The delicate lace of the bra looked so pretty against your skin; equal parts sensual and feminine. And despite you standing with only a small gap between your legs, he could already spy the silk framing the open crotch detailing of the panties.

“You do look chilly” he remarked, running his hand up your exposed arm before placing the palms of his hands on the back of your stocking clad thighs, urging you closer to him. You obliged, naturally, arching your back when his hands kneaded the flesh of your thighs and ass.

“Are you almost done with work?” You asked, your own hand finding his cheek to caress. His skin was still smooth from having shaved that morning.

Sylus sighs “hmmm not quite yet.” He pinches the top of his nose and closes his eyes for a second, before leaning into your touch.

“You’re tired” you murmur gently.

“I need to finish this.” He reluctantly nudges his glasses up the elegant bridge of his nose.

“You need a break” you chide and slip yourself in the gap between his form and the desk.

“Sweetie-“ but you interrupt him.

“Just ten minutes, Sy. Please?” He could never resist your puppy dog eyes.

“What do you suggest I should do?”

You lean in so that your noses are touching “leave it with me.”

You press your lips against his, silencing any doubt. He relaxed against your touch, letting your tongue languidly stroke his own as you mounted the chair to straddle him. He can already feel your molten core through his jeans as you begin to rock your hips experimentally against his own. It doesn’t take long for him to reciprocate, and you take it as an opportunity to pull your mouth away from his. He groans at the loss of your lips, which you drag to the column of his pale neck. You feels his heartbeat quicken when you ghost your teeth against his neck and playfully nip him.

“Harder” he urges, and you comply, sinking your teeth a little more into his skin to leave a mark. You lick at the same point as an almost apology, gasping quietly when he ramps up his thrusting. You’re soaking the denim of his trousers but he doesn’t care. He’s so focused on how your body quivers and pushes and pulls at his touch that he almost doesn’t notice you unbuckle his belt and slip a hand into his boxers.

Both of your eyes look downwards as you squeeze his length, running your hand up and down his dick.

“Fuck…” Sylus sighs. How long had he waited for this? He watches, hypnotised, as you spit into your hand and massage it into the head, just the way he likes.

“You’ve been working so hard lately” you murmur, continuing to work your hand up and down in a tantalisingly slow manner.

“I think my fiend deserves a treat for all his hard work.” Sylus tips his head back, closing his eyes as he becomes putty in your hands. He half opens them to watch you slip off the chair and onto your knees.

“What’re you doing kitten?” He mumbles, mourning the loss of your heat against his body.

“Shhhh” you reassure him before leaning forward to lick a stripe up his shaft. He groans as you press kisses onto his dick before opening your mouth and taking him inch by inch into your throat. One of his hands clutches your hair into a rough ponytail, whilst the other hovers at your jaw as he guides you to take more and more of him. The cavern of your mouth is hot and wet, and whilst he can feel your throat constrict you seem to want to take more of him.

“S-so good for me” he mumbles, and his thumb blots a tear running down your cheek.

“Ah, ah kitten, no need to get ahead of yourself” he gently chides, which naturally spurns you on more. Sylus’ head falls back again, mouth open as he shallowly thrusts into your throat. His eyes flicker open when he hears the wet sound of your fingers touching yourself as you pull back a little to concentrate on lavishing his length with your tongue.

“Fuck… is this turning you on, sweetie?” You hum in response and Sylus groans at the feeling of the vibration “mmm such a pretty little slut for me… taking me so deep in your throat like this. Ah- I guess I wasn’t the only one dreaming of this.” His grip on your hair tightens and you can tell from his desperate pants that he’s reaching his limit. You quicken your actions, ignoring how lewd you sound slobbering and choking on his dick. Your jaw aches but he’s so close that you can’t stop. Your own pussy clenches around nothing as you soak your thighs in your own arousal.

“Fuck I’m going to-!” You brace yourself for his cum to spurt down your throat, and-

RING RING RING

You groan and open your eyes as your alarm slowly pulls you out of sleep’s clutches. You lay there for several moments, half dazed as you acclimatise back to your surroundings. Your hand eventually silences the alarm but you struggle to move beyond looking at your phone blearily. You had slept all night but still felt tired. You made a half formed mental note to ask Dr Zayne why that was and moved the heel of your hand to your face to rub the sleep out of your eye.

Yawning hurts, you figure out very quickly, and you attempt to move your jaw a few times to loosen it. It aches. And your throat felt dry too. Were you sick? You slowly sit up and hiss at the slight grazes on your knees. Surely that wasn’t a symptom of a cold was it?

It’s only when you strip off your sweat soaked pyjamas for a shower that you notice that your underwear is soaked through and your thighs are slick. You shiver and observe your body in the mirror. It looks much the same but there are tell tale signs that something happened. Your sleepy mind tries to focus as you wash yourself but you can only concentrate on putting yourself through the motions of your morning routine.

Last night still lingers in your thoughts at work, though you choose to compartmentalise it for a later time. Your mornings are filled with training and you dispel some low level Wanderers who spawn on the edge of town, which makes it easier to forget but it becomes near impossible to ignore in the afternoon as you sit at your desk, rereading the last sentence of the report you just wrote.

“Here” a mug of something warm and citrusy is placed on your desk and you look up in surprise at Xavier.

“Thanks, how did you know?” You give the liquid a small sip, relishing its soothing warmth against your sore throat.

“Your voice sounds pretty bad. Are you sure you’re not sick?” Xavier’s hand touches your forehead as his blue eyes narrow.

“I’m fine. I think I just fell asleep last night without my blanket. I found it on the floor this morning, I must have kicked it off me at some point.”

“Were you dreaming?”

Images from your dream flood your mind and you look away, afraid your blush will reveal the nature of those dreams.

“Yeah” you cough awkwardly “I think I did but it’s a bit blurry.”

“Maybe you were fighting Wanderers” Xavier speculates “or trying to beat the claw machine again.”

“Ugh don’t remind me! I was so close to getting that Sunset Tomato!”

Xavier smiles and shakes his head “you’re at the arcade so much it’s making its way into your dreams. You should really take a break.”

“Maybe… Have you ever had a dream that felt real?”

You nervously look up at Xavier, half expecting him to be alarmed but he quietly considers your question instead.

“Hmmm… what do you mean ‘felt real’?”

“Like, it felt like you were there. Physically. As though your body and your spirit and everything wasn’t in your bed anymore but in a whole new environment.” Xavier’s face remains unchanged.

“Forget it” you quickly dismiss “dumb question.”

“Not necessarily. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced a dream like that but I remember reading something a while ago online about astral projection. Maybe there’s something to it?”

Xavier’s words stick in your mind long after you leave work. Could you actually be astral projecting into Sylus’ dreams? You try to Google it but the results are either too vague or sound too unfounded for you to take seriously, and you certainly weren’t feeling confident about searching ‘Can you astral project into your sort of enemy sort of crush’s wet dream?’

That was another thing. The dream was definitely his which raised hundreds of other questions in its wake - did he like you too or was it just a coincidence that the dream starred you? Did he dream about you often? In similar positions? And what was with the lingerie? You had never seen something that toed the line between obscene and elegant before. Was that the kind of thing he liked? You glanced at the laundry you had just hung up to dry - black, plain, utilitarian underwear - maybe it was better for everyone if your affair remained in the dream sphere…

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br4tphobia · 2 years ago

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𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! 𝐎𝐍𝐘, who is groaning in your ears from your creamy walls. your ass bouncing back off his lower abdomen with his hand having your back arched. “mmph!” muffled into the mattress. “ s—shit..!” you’d cry out at his dick stretching your lips so perfectly, suctioning onto is shaft only made him want more. “y’pussy too good..fuck..” his words always made you flutter around him, you cant help but crack a smile over the hold you have on him. “c’mon look back at me mama..” he moves his hand down to your waist with a tight grip pulling your back to meet his hips. making eye contact with his dark ones. “sexy ass face..” laying your head back down as he speeds up his thrusting.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! 𝐎𝐍𝐘, who isn’t usually like this, but when he was it was messy. hot tears running down your pretty face as ony is drilling inside you. hitting your cervix so good your brain melts even more every thrust, leaving nothing on your mind but him and his dick fucking you so good. “onyyyy! im c—cumming baby.” orgasm after orgasm, your pussy aching from overstimulation so bad to the point where it feels so good. “shitshit.. slow down..” pressing against his stomach. immediately slowing his mean pace, his strokes still harsh. “i know ma.. i know, but you could gimmie another..” letting you take your breather of broken whines before the cycle repeats.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! 𝐎𝐍𝐘, who always loves filling you up. seeing his thick cum ooze out of your pretty pussy is always a turn on for him. “fuck you know how to ride this dick..” a smack to your ass watching the ripples display in awe. " oh my god..” gripping on his bare thigh as you roll your hips against his, "im g'na cum daddy! cum wimmie p-please.." your whiney words echoing throughout his head over and over. "yeah? hold out f'me baby.. almost there.” you moan as an answer, slowing down your pace to wait for your lover. more and more thrusts you inch closer to the edge, “im so c-close..” hanging your head down as you focus on cumming together with him. “right there witchu..let it out ma, nut on this d-dick.. shit..” his voice triggering your orgasm, your legs shaking in pleasure as he paints your walls white.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊! 𝐎𝐍𝐘, who loves your pussy sm ♡

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eternal-love · 8 days ago

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I’m having a really bad day today, gimmie some Benny smut I know you’ve got something in that brain of yours 🤍

LEAVE

Pairing: Benny Cross x reader

Summary: You try to leave Benny, but he has other plans.

Warning: smut, toxic relationship, Benny being a pathetic ass, reader has a child, Benny gets physically violent.

Note: Couldn’t deny Miss Cross herself y’know? 😏I know I’m not as good writing smut but I do my best for you. Hope you get better and this makes you feel better! 🫶💗

Also, this is heavily inspired by a combo @aust-een and I had about how Jeff held back a lot from what the real Benny could have been. I just know Benny wasn’t this quiet nonchalant thing. He was jealous, possessive and violent.

Your life was monotonous, you woke up, got ready, had breakfast, went to your job, put your with annoying customers, came back home, slept. Repeat. That was up until you met Benny.

Your life did a 180, in your routine and emotionally too. Benny was an interesting character, he was a mistery to a lot of people. And to you too, your friend warned you to not even look in his direction, he was always cruising for a bruising. Him and his bike were in for any sort of trouble. That’s what drew you to him.

Your last boyfriend was too plain, too vanilla. You often sought out a way to create any sort of tension. With Benny, that wasn’t necessary. He was the problem himself. With you having to bail him out of jail more times that you liked to admit it. A part of you knew this wasn’t healthy. Specially not for your son, he saw everything.

Benny lived in your house, so, obviously you were the head of the house, you worked and brought in the money. But Benny didn’t care, he flouted in and out the house as he pleased. Anxiety ruled over you, not knowing if he would come back or not. You could stay awake all night just waiting for him.

At some point, you knew it had to be over, it wasn’t healthy anymore and you spent days more stressed than happy. So you waited for him to come back. You had put your son to bed upstairs. Your leg bouncing as you drank a beer, you heard the front door open and you saw Benny come in, black boots stomping on the wooden floor.

“What are you doin’ awake still?” Benny spoke up as he saw you in the couch, his eyes a bit tired as well as his voice.

“Waitin’ for you.” You said, putting out the cigarette on the ashtray.

“You ain’t gotta do that.” Benny scoffed, he took his pack of Marlboro Reds out his pocket and lit up just one, he walked towards the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He looked around, no food. “No food tonight, I see. That’s how you care for your man?”

“It’s too late at night, only cooked for Robbie and I.” You said, you stared at him as he walked around. He just smirked in disbelief at what you said.

“What’s with the face?” He asked you as he came back to the living room, taking another hit from the cigarette.

“I want to talk to you about something.” You said, taking in a deep breath.

“I don’t want to hear it.” Benny rolled his eyes.

He had been off and weird lately, you had believed you were crazy but no, you started to accept that he was in fact different.

“I can’t live like this no more, Benny.” You confessed as you stood up, your hands on your hips. “This ain’t right. Not for me or my Robbie. I want you to leave.”

You said, it took everything in you to get the words out of you. Because you didn’t know how he would react.

Benny pressed his lips together as he took a deep drag from the cigarette, shaking his head. “That ain’t happening. I ain’t leavin’.”

Benny was hard headed and he did not follow nobody. If he was told to do something, he did the opposite, but you were tired. Of everything.

“It’s not a question, Benny. I can’t keep carrying on like this. It’s eating me alive.” You said, trying to appear firm as you stood up.

“You can’t keep carrying on like this?” He repeated your words, you could easily tell he was mocking you. “What else did you think this would be?”

You stared at Benny in disbelief, a part of you thought you could have changed him. Make him more responsible, more emotionally present, more anything, but no. He was still the same troublemaker you met. It hurt you to kick him out but there wasn’t any other choice.

“I just want you to leave. Get your things and leave.” You said, the words getting stuck in your throat.

“So you can bring in another man? Who you gonna bring next? Cal or that son of a bitch with the camera?” Benny accused you, he was very jealous and possessive. He didn’t like bringing you to meeting too much, specially not when Danny or Cal talked to you. There was a reason he didn’t let you meet up with Danny to do his interviews.

“What are you even talking about, Benny? This is about us. You and I!” You snapped, he always tried to blame others for everything, because in his own words ‘he never asked anyone for anything’.

“Don’t even yell at me. Watch it.” He said, his voice monotone.

“I’m tired of you leaving without saying anything. And expecting me to take you back. I can’t keep waitin’ on ya. I just can’t. So please, leave. Because I can’t handle you being a son of a bitch anymore.”

Oh, that set him on fire. You, calling him a son of a bitch. He didn’t like that. There was a silence in which he clenched his jaw, put out the cigarette into the decorative table by his side.

“Right?” Benny said calmly before he snapped. And he threw the decorative table to the floor, making the flower vase break down to little pieces.

You flinched, Benny had his violent outburst, you hadn’t quite gotten used to them yet. Throwing beer bottles or anything on his reach. His nonchalant demeanor was something that was only a façade to either give you the cold shoulder or appear more brave with the club.

As soon as he walked towards you, you backed off, only for Benny to grab you by the neck.

“Who do you think you are?” Benny growled, his voice always held that nonchalant tone to it. Which you hated. You never knew if he did this because he cared and wanted to stay or just for the fun of it. “I ain’t asking anything from you, so you can’t come here askin’ anything from me.”

Benny was so close to your face, his hand wasn’t really gripping your neck tightly but he was holding you hard enough to scare you.

“I ain’t gonna let you go around like one of them loose women. You��re mine. Mine. You get it?” Benny whispered in your ear.

But you wanted this to end. For your son.

“I ain’t doing this because I don’t love you. I do it for my son.”

“I really don’t give a shit about your son. Never did and never will, doll.” Benny scoffed. “I should listen to what you’ve told me, give you a baby so you can finally shut up. So that I’ll never be able to fully leave you.”

Benny placed his knee in between your legs, pressing it against your core. Making you shiver, most of the time, Benny having you by the neck turned you on immediately, and it was working right now.

“You don’t want me to leave, do you?” Benny purred in your ear. “No words now? Did the cat get your tongue?”

Benny leaned in and kissed your lips, the friction of his knee with your core sent shivers across your body. You wanted to rip off his clothes, and so he did. He ripped open your shirt, those cheap buttons didn’t stand a chance.

“How many times have I told you I hate these clothes? Mhm?” Benny whispered. It was a two piece set, the sleeveless button shirt and the matching shorts. It was a look that was in right now, you had wanted to fit in. Albeit, Benny didn’t enjoy it. “You want everyone to look, don’t ya? Everyone. There’s a reason why I got you that jacket.”

Benny pulled you to the couch, throwing you into it. The jacket was the one that had ‘Property of Benny’ in the back, made you wear it every time there was a meeting.

Benny got rid of his colors, his jacket and vest on the floor as well as his worn out white tshirt, he got on top of you. His lips finding their way to yours, you tasted the whisky on his lips, made you hum. You were enjoying how aggressive he got at times.

His hand traveled from your hair to your breast, squeezing it through your bra, you moaned on his lips, your back trying to arch but his body blocked you from doing so. Then his hand traveled all the way to inside your shorts, his touch feather-like as he caressed you over your underwear, your toes curled up at the feeling, you shivered once again.

“My doll is so desperate. I thought she wanted me to leave.” He kept rubbing you over your underwear. You let out breathy moans.

You wanted to deny it. But you couldn’t even speak properly. He wasn’t even doing anything extreme and you were already losing it.

He worked with his hands, he was so masculine. The smell of Marlboro Red filled your nostrils. It made you so— ugh. You couldn’t get enough of it, or him. Even if part of you hated it, there was something about him that you couldn’t reject.

“I’m gonna make sure— everyone in the fuckin’ street knows who you belong to. Alright?” Benny grunted as he undid his pants, he was as hard as he ever was when he’s with you.

And to be fair, your ex-in laws lived next door. You were in for a ride as soon as he pulled down your shorts and underwear. His boxers came down as well.

“Don’t be quiet.” Benny said, as he filled you up with his cock in one swift thrust.

“Motherfucker!” You moaned out loudly, loud enough to blush afterwards. You saw his smirk.

He liked how he got to you. How much you were willing to put up from him. His thrusts were anything but gentle, the sound of skin slapping, moaning and grunting filled the living room.

“You like it? Hmm?” Benny asked as he relentlessly fucked you in the couch, but this want his favorite position, not at all. He found it boring to say the least.

Your eyes were rolling back, your mouth open and filthy noises escaped your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Move.” He said as he pulled out of you, you whimpered when you stopped feeling his cock. Damn, that’s how much you needed him.

Eventually he manhandled you, he threw you around until you were in all fours. He was behind you and without any sort of mercy, he pounded into you from behind, his cock filling you up, giving you pleasure like no other.

“Benny… p-please” You whined, it was too much, he was too much. All of him.

“What? I’m sorry, can’t hear you.” Benny said, as his hand reached to grab your throat, squeezing the air you had.

It was the adrenaline of having no air combined with the pleasure of it. It gave you too much ecstasy. You didn’t even remember the last time he fucked you like this.

“I’ll leave whenever I want.” Benny whispered in your ear as he kept choking you, you tried to grasp on whatever air was possible. But it was in vain, and after a while, he withdrew his hand from your throat and slowly made its way down to your clit.

That was your breaking point and you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore. Every moan that came out of you came from the deepest of your soul.

His hand worked wonders on your clit, making you feel overstimulated, waiting for that usual feeling for being close to the edge.

“Keep… g-going” you managed to mutter through the moans. As his cock kept filling you up, you knew no guy could ever compare to him.

Not even one. And you didn’t even dare to think of it. Afraid that he could read your mind and get mad.

“We’re gonna have a baby. So you won’t ever kick me out again. So that your brat of a son— knows his place.” Benny kept going even faster and harder, it seemed like he was on the edge. “And so that photographer son of a bitch knows that you’re taken.”

“Benny!” You yelled as Benny hit that sweet spot of yours, pleasure erupted as you finished, your muscles relaxing immediately.

He kept fucking you, for at least a minute more before you heard his voice falter, his breath ragged. “Oh, f-fuck…”

Benny filled you up, made sure to not waste a single drop of his cum. After all, he wanted you heavy with his baby in a few months. He couldn’t wait to see your son’s face. That little brat. Knowing his mommy wouldn’t get rid of him.

“So good for me…” Benny leaned over you, whispering in your ear. “If you tell me to do anything ever again, I’ll do the opposite. Okay?”

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vulpixisananimal · 2 months ago

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(Ramos) [A:3 C:54] [TW: Child harmed.]

(You washed your hands nervously. Are you going crazy? No, no you're not. You're SURE you're not. It's, just, just your mind craft getting stronger! Okay? Okay? O-okay. . .)

(Okay!)

(OKAY!)

(You dry your hands. Garden work is dirty, and you doubt Odile wants grimey hands on her head, heh. You walk back to the living room, Mirabelle and Odile chatting happily. The latter had her notebook and pen ready and waiting.)

(Mirabelle turned around as you walked in, a big smile on her face.) "Ramos!!"

"Uh-" (You start-)

(She cuts you off.) "So can you do mind reading now?!? Like telepathy?!? That's, that's SO COOL!!!"

"Mirabelle, please." (Odile comes to your rescue.) "I'm sure Ramos is quite overwhelmed already."

"R-right, sorry." (Mirabelle cleared her throat.) "I'm, just very excited!"

"T-that's fair, haha." (You fiddle with your bandana as you go sit down.) "Uh, thanks for, offering to help Odile."

"Ha! It's nothing. I'm curious on how exactly it works."

"Me too, hah. . U-uh, Mira you, well, I might read your thoughts if you stick around. Is that alright?"

"That's fine!" (She bounced her leg all excited.)

"Aaaalrrright! Uh. . . S-so uh. ." (You look away, then back.) "O-kay, I'll, just relax, and if I hear your thoughts I'll, let you know? Right?"

"Exactly." (Odile clicked a pen and picked up her notebook.) "Now, let us begin."

"Okay." (You take a breath, and lean back in the chair. Breathing, breathing, relax, and listen. Tune out the world around you, the sights, the sounds, the. . . The. . .)

(. . . . . . .)

(Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven-) (Oh I wonder if they'll think I'm weird if they go into my head?!? I don't know if there's anything weird in there but-) (thirteen, fourteen-)

"S-seven, seven seconds." (You keep your eyes closed as you speak.)

"Hmm, interesting." (You heard the scribble of a pen.) "Did you only hear my counting?"

"I uh, heard Miras thoughts too."

"H-HUH?!?" (Mirabelles voice sounded some mix of excited and worried.) "W-was, was it anything weird?!?"

"N-nono It's okay! It's okay!" (You take another breath, focus, focus.) "Just, okay, gimmie a second to, get back there-"

"What're you doing?" (Bonnie walked in from the kitchen.)

"O-oh!" (Mira turned and waved.) "Ramos was testing their mind craft with us!"

"Want to join us, Boniface?" (Odile offers.)

"NO!" (Bonnie pouted.) "Stupid, have fun being weird."

(They stormed past you all and walked up stairs.)

". . . . ." (You rub your shoulder.) ". . . A-are, they. . ?"

"Bonnie hasn't been sleeping well." (Odile sighs.) "Don't take it personally, Nille thinks we should see a professional about it."

"R-right. . ."

". . . Let's continue."

"Alright." "O-okay-"

(You breathe in, breathing. . . Focus. . .) (Four, five, six, seven, hello Ramos.)

"Hi Odile." (You laugh a little.) "Four seconds this time."

"Hah!" (More scribbling.) (We'll have to try more trials on this later.) (Okay okay s-so they can, read your mind! O-okay! You can be normal about that! U-uh. . .) (Hmm, how clear is it? How easy is it to tell thoughts apart?)

"I can tell them apart, it takes a second but I can, i-it's actually pretty clear." (You breathe.) (Interesting. This could be very useful Ramos-) (I-I wonder if, uh, do you think it would be okay to try think talking to them? Through the mind?) {OF COURSE. IT SHOULD BE FINE.}

(?!?!?!?!??!?!?!)

(You sit up, looking between Odile and Mirabelle, confused. That was a voice, third voice. It was incredibly similar to Mirabelles, but just different enough. . . Ah crab. . .)

". . . Everything alright, Ramos?" (Odile squinted at you.)

"U-uh. . . I-I mean. ." (You ruffle your hair, take a breath.) "Did, did either of you, talk to someone in your head."

". . . No. I didn't." (Odile glances at Mirabelle.)

"I-I, uhm, I don't think so?" (She looks nervously between the two of you.)

"Don't think so, Mirabelle?" (Odile turned to you) "What did you hear."

(Change. . .) "Well, it felt like, Mirabelle was asking someone if it's okay to think talk to me? And someone responded?"

"Oh!" (Mira perked up.) "O-oh yes! I just ask myself questions like that sometimes! A lot of the time for if I need to check if it's alright to ask something."

(You and Odile give each other a look.)

". . . I-it's, it's not plural things! I think." (Mirabelle taps her chin.) "I always feel like me, the voice that responds is similar to mine, it doesn't really, well, show up until I'm asking myself questions. Kind of like some, self check?"

"Hmm, I have an idea. . . But there's one sure way to check." (Odile gestured to you.) "Mind taking a look?"

"U-uh, if, Mira's okay with it?" (You look at her, she nods.) ". . O-okay, then."

(You walk over to where she was, she sat up straight, one hand rubbing her leg nervously.) "J-just, what do, I, need to do?"

"Just, just breathe, and try and relax, okay?" (You hold out a hand.) "I just need a peek, hand is fine."

"Okay. . ." (She sat back and gave you her hand. You took it. You both breathe in. . . . . . . And out. . . . . . .)

(You tune out the world around you, let it all melt away. You heard Odiles thoughts briefly, but they passed as well. You focus on Mirabelle. On her mind. . .)

(. . . Okay, back in her head. Just, a mess of shades, weirdness, abstraction. Like, flowers, like scents, like plums. . . You float around. There's blobs of, of something. You don't know what it was, it was some, mind stuff. . .)

(Despite the strange, abstract nature of her mind, it's still, well, normal? Not everyone had a mindscape. Not like you or Siffrin. So when you don't have a mindscape it usually just looks like a void, or abstract, or something.)

(You turn, hearing something. . . No, nothing.)

(Last time you were in Mirabelles mind, the only thing here was that sadness. And even then, it was just a knot of emotions. Strings of memory and feelings knotted into a scribble. It moved through the mindspace, bouncing around.)

(Was it still-)

(You were grabbed and thrown into some abstract cloud, which solidified onto a giant drop of water which you stood on. Looking up, your attacker landed in front of you.)

{WHY. HERE.}

(That, THAT SADNESS AGAIN?!? It looked like before, but, more unique? Different? But also it looked. . . Only, half there. Blurry. Why, is it-)

{WHY HERE. THREAT? REMEMBER YOU. SHOULD BE GONE.} (W-what's going on?!? Is, i-is, Ramos okay?!?)

(Mirabelles voice! Or, mind. R-right, she can't hear your thoughts back. You speak softly to not lose focus.) "That. . . Sadness-"

{THREAT, MIND INVADER, SHOULDN'T BE HERE.} (N-NONO!! WAIT!! THAT'S A FRIEND!! You open your eyes.) "R-Ramos?!? Are you okay?!?"

(You felt a little shaky, the sadness was looking at you, it tilted its head.) "I, calm. Breathe. I'm okay."

{. . . . . TRUST THEM?} (I, okay, calm down. Y-yes! Yes, they're, they're my friend! I, o-oh Change this is weird. Am, I, are you, really there?!?)

(The sadness was silently looking at you. {. . . .} You felt weird hearing it's thoughts. It was so, quiet.)

{. . . . YES. AND NO. TALK BACK. GIVE OPINION, TELL YOU, TO EXPRESS YOURSELF.} (. . E-express, myself?)

(Uh. . . So, you're here, but, I can see you're all, blurry. Fuzzy. Like a lot of this place, not, fully there. . .)

{. . . I. AM NOT. LIKE. YOU.} {HUMAN. ALTER. HEADMATE. MIND. SOUL.} {NOT. A. LIFE.}

(That's. . . . .)

". . . Well, it's, good to know you're there, helping, right?" (You talk aloud, so Mirabelle and Odile can hear.)

{HELPING. . .} (W-well, I think you're helping! I get indecisieve a lot a-and, I ask myself questions, a-and you answer them! They're helpful answers!) {. . . . . .}

(The sadness dissappeared, leaving you alone again in the headspace. You let go of Miras hand and shake your head.) "Hoh. . . O-okay."

"Everything alright, Ramos?" (Odile leaned forward.)

"Y-yeah, I'm good." (You stand up, rubbing your eye.) "That was. . . Something."

"I, I-I'm sorry Ramos." (Mira looks away.) "I, I didn't, want you to get hurt."

"It's fine, Mira!" (You chuckle.) "I, I think it's, actually just being, friendly? Protective? It doesn't seem like-"

"Hey do you guys know where Bonnie went?" (Nille popped her head in from the kitchen.) "Oop- sorry, did I interrupt?"

"No it's fine, Pétronille." (Odile gestured to the stairs.) "They went upstairs."

"Thanks! Have to ask them something." (Nille waved and headed up.)

". . . Continue, Ramos."

"O-oh! Right, uh, it didn't act like any of Sifs headmates. And your mindscape isn't anything like theirs, either." (You rub your head, thinking.) "So. . . Not a plural thing, so, what is it?"

"Hmmmm." (Odile wrote a few things down, then flipped through her book.) ". . . . . . You don't get memory loss? Personality changes? Imagining yourself as a different version of yourself?"

"No, nope, and no." (Mira nods with each answer.)

"Hmm, then. . . Not memory, nor personality. . . No real mindscape either." (Odile turns a page, reading from her own notes before stopping, and tapping her book.) "It could be a form of Daemonism. A way to organize ones thoughts, talking to oneself by forming an other persona, even."

". . . Huh!" (Mirabelle thinks for a moment.) ". . . That, fits? I think? I do do that. I didn't realize it wasn't, normal?"

"That's fine." (You chuckled.) "You have a little daemon, I have a mindscape, it's fine even if it's not normal."

"You have a mindscape?" (Odile and Mirabel ask together.)

"Yeah? It's a greenhouse." (You tilt your head.) "Did I never tell you?"

"No! That's really cool!" (Mira was excited again.) "Wait does that make you like Siffrin then?!?"

"Not necessarily." (Odile smirked.) "I have one also. A grand library. But, that does make me curious about your Ramos-

"BONNIE!!!!!!"

(The three of you jump to your feet. You bolt to the stairs, ready to jump up three at a time. Nille however, was already running down, Bonnie in her arms, a, a bright, shade coming from their mouth.)

(You freeze for a fraction of a second before instead bolting to the front door and slamming it open.) "W-what happened?!?!?"

"I, I-I DON'T KNOW?!?" (Nille runs out the door, skids to a stop, turns to you.) "Medhouse?!? Where?!?!"

"J-just follow me!!" (You're off like lightning. Looking back, Nille was right behind you, Odile, Mirabelle, and Isabeau not far behind. Oh right, he was clearing your room for you, and definitely heard the scream.)

(You take a second to look at Bonnie. They were so tough for a preteen, but they looked so, small. . . That shade. . .)

(Look ahead. You look ahead. Don't look at anything else, just, guide them, to the medhouse. You're in a rhythm, your feet pounding on the stone below you. Your element. Siffrin was fast, sure, but you were an endurance runner.)

(Change, the medhouse was still, far! You had to hurry, speed up, but, you look behind you. Blind it all Mira and Odile were already falling behind, Nille was looking tired, Isa could keep up for now, but. .)

"L-let me!" (You slow down a bit and get next to Nille.) "I'll run ahead, faster, please!"

"I-" (Nille stares at you for a moment. Her hair a mess, her face a painting of fear, before she nods.) "I, I trust you."

(She hands you Bonnies barely conscious body, and you're off. You hold them close, letting your body sway and bounce with your feet under you. You pulled away from the others.)

(Bonnie was breathing, they're alive, they're okay. You, stars you shouldn't think about what happened. Why they, they're like this all of a sudden.)

"OUTTA THE WAY!!!" (You were coming up on a busy part of town.) "EMERGENCY OUTTA THE WAY!!!!!"

(Thank the stars people moved. You kept up the speed, your lungs starting to complain, your legs grumbling in annoyance, but you didn't care. Bdum, bdum, bdum, bdum, just focus on the ground, and the world, and your destination.)

(If you didn't know any better, you would have thought you left sparks when you skidded to a halt outside the medhouse. You jump forward and burst in the door.)

"HELP!! EMERGENCY!!!!"

(It didn't take long for a doctor- Gina, to rush through. Seeing Bonnie in your arms, he gestures you to follow him to the back.)

"W-what happened?!?" (He asks as you both move quickly.)

"I-I don't know!! They, they're bleeding, from the mouth, and, u-uh" (You follow him into one of the rooms, and place Bonnie on the bed inside.)

"Alright, just, let me." (Gina holds up a hand, you step back.)

(You watch him work, feeling Bonnies pulse, stethoscope to their chest. . . Your eyes flick around the room, trying to distract yourself. Bed, window, desk There's a table with a Change God statue, and above that, copper disk, with. . .)

". . . They'll be alright." (Gina says eventually, you let out a sigh of relief.) "I have, a lot of things to check. You can wait in the lobby if you want."

"O-okay. . ." (You stand up and go to the door.) ". . Their sister will be here soon, what should I. . ."

"I'll come get you once I'm done." (He glances at you.) "They'll be okay. Promise."

"Thank you. . ." (You nod, and walk out. Taking a second to breathe. In, out. In, out. . .)

(You hear someone yelling in the lobby, right, she's here. You walk back to the front quickly, opening the door back to the lobby to see Nille pacing and practically pulling her hair out.)

(As soon as she saw you, she ran over and grabbed your vest. Her eyes were wide with fear, desperation, anticipation. She didn't even say anything, her face asked it all.)

"They're okay." (You reply, softly.)

(She stares at you, then breaks into tears. Burying her head in your shirt. You could feel the relief, the lingering fear, the uncertainty. You could feel the bundle of emotions that were too complex to describe.)

(You put your arms around her. It'll be okay, they'll be okay, it'll be okay. . .)

(. . . You close your eyes. You couldn't get that vision out of your head. Little Bonbon, Bonnie, Boniface, with that weird shade dripping from their mouth. With all the nightmares they've been having. . .)

(. . . They'll be okay for now. But you had to find out why this was happening, so they'll be okay for longer.)

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lovelyiida · 2 years ago

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secret relationship with bakugo~

INCLUDES: KATSUKI BAKUGO

WARNINGS: implied fem reader, vulgar language, sexual themes

MASTERLIST

WORDS: 1.8K

Bakugo is known for his heartbreaking nature as a pro hero. Since he has been in many open relationships, each is heavily surveyed by the media at all times.

usually dating other pro-heroes or random A-list celebrities. He has broken, maybe even shattered, everyone's heart.

so when he wrote his number down on the bill you gave him and handed it back to you, you were shocked.

so…he’s into waitresses now?

You were working a long 9-hour shift at a local noodles restaurant located in the heart of the city. Back aching and eyes dry, you give your all as each customer you greet is shown a million-dollar smile.

When the time came 1 minute before closing, you began to untie your oily apron until a loud bell rang. Signaling that someone had just come through the door.

You almost collapse in agony at the sound. Collecting yourself you stomp out the back and head to the front.

“Excuse me! I'm sorry but we're--" As you saw the person standing patiently at the front, your words caught in your throat.

Pro-Hero Dynamight?

His red eyes pierced yours as he stared at you. Your eyes travel down his body, his hero suit still on, a little torn and muddy, must've had a little tussle.

the rumors are true, he's way more attractive in person. His toned muscles were drenched with sweat as you watched them glisten in the city lights.

you now understand why he gets into relationships so easily, even with such a hideous personality, he's drop-dead gorgeous.

as your eyes travel back up to his face, you notice he had a smug grin. Sighing, the pro-hero slowly folds his head back to brush through his hair. He walks towards your figure, as the only thing separating you two is the front desk.

"I know you're closed and all, but you don't mind staying open for a hard workin' hero like myself would ya?" voice deep and strong as it bounced off the walls of the empty restaurant.

Still stunned, you shakily nod. Swiftly returning to the kitchen with quick steps your body crashes into the dish sink, your hands gripping tight into the curved metal. Your body hangs almost limply above the dirty dishes you forgot to wash.

"pro-hero dynamight is in my resturant!" you squealed quietly. you were fangirling quite hard, as this interaction was almost comparable to meeting royalty.

"hello? any fucking day!" the pro-hero yells, snapping you from your daze. you jumped, hurrily grabbing a paper and pen and dash out to the dining floor.

In the back of the room, you can see the pro-hero seated in a corner booth, away from windows.

walking over you look down at him, a pen and paper in hand ready to take his order. "Are you ready?" you politely asked.

"does it look like i'm fuckin' ready? gimmie a sec" he grumbled. It's possible that he would have caught you completely gawking at him if he hadn't been eyeing the menu.

the dim yellow light hanging from the ceiling shines on his sharp facial features. Vermillion eyes glowing, his lips pursed as he's in deep thought trying to choose his next meal.

his lips were so pink and looked so soft, you bet he was a fantastic kisser, there's no doubt about that. you imagined his lips on yours, you imagined how he'd grab your waist and pull you in deeper and deeper until you were gasping for another breath.

god, you wish he could just take you to this dining table right now–

"I'll take this," the pro-hero says, pointing at the spicy noodles.

you snap out of your daze once more, and let out a shy smile.

"coming right up sir!" you take a sharp bow (which makes him roll his eyes) and head into the kitchen to make his meal. after nearly 20 minutes, you serve him a hefty bowl of spicy ramen noodles. "It's on the house" you said with a tired smile.

the hero nods in gratitude and goes to town on his noodles. walking away to stand behind the front desk, still taking your chances for a quick glance at the oh-so-handsome hero.

In another 20 minutes, you were wiping imaginary stains on your counter until the clank of a bowl was heard.

You jump, snapping your neck towards the sound, looking up to see the pro-hero smirking at you.

“Finished. How much?” He says. You tilt your head at the question. “For the food, princess.”

The pet-name sent you into a flustered frenzy. “Oh! Um, like I said it’s on the house…to thank you for your service” you mumbled. This earned a genuine smile from the hero.

Chuckling, he leans in close to you. His arms rest on the counter, toned biceps flexed with ease and his chest tall and forward exuding confidence.

“Y’know I’ve been going here since high school…and I’ve never seen you here before. And I come here often.”

His voice was smug, the tone of his voice smooth like honey as the words from his lips drip-dropped off his tongue with ease.

“Well…I’ve been working here for about a month so–“

“That’s why my noodles weren’t as spicy as they usually are,” He says. This makes your eyes widen "Oh! I’m so sorry! The next one is on the house again-“

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, it was still tasty " he spits. The next time, don’t stare at your customers so hard. Usually not one for stares but…your cuteness makes up for it.”

Before you could react, the hero reaches into his pocket and slams down the exact amount for the food.

“It’s late, get home soon cutie” he says, a small smile on his lips as he flashes a quick wink your way.

Putting his mask on in a hurry, he walks into the darkness of the night.

You stood in shock, gazing at the pro-hero in awe. Did he just call you cute?

Letting out a sigh, you look down to take the cash. Only to realize a pink piece a paper was on top of the cash.

‘XXX-XXX-XXXX consider this as a tip.’

You couldn't even think, he just gave you his fucking number.

After several booty calls and three more “let’s see each other again”, you find yourself laying down in the pro-hero Dynamights' bedroom. Flicking through TV channels, wearing nothing but an oversized Dynamight shirt and a pair of panties.

Pro-hero? Sorry, you meant Bakugo now.

Pressing the remote over and over, the screen flashes quickly. The RGB lights flicker from the screen and into your eyes, you let out a bored sigh.

News? Boring.

Home channel? Not in a interior design mood.

Cooking shows? No point, you can’t get any hungrier.

What’s this? The gossip channel?

Legs swinging off the bed suddenly come to a halt, you noticed it was currently on a hero segment. Talking about some pro-hero Chargebolt? You didn’t know him personally, all you knew was that he bought another damn car.

“Y’know what’s shocking me? It’s been 6 months since we’ve heard any buzz in the dating scene about pro-hero dynamight!” The female reporter gushed.

Rolling your eyes, you stayed glued to the action. Anticipating hearing their opinions.

“I agree! I mean– I’m truly surprised he’s not in a relationship. Maybe he’s finally decided to focus on building himself up in the ranks. Being the #4 hero is good…but compared to last year being in the #2 spot–“

“I’m turning this shit off” you hear your boyfriend grunt. Hair wet and most of his body still wet from the shower, a towel loosely hanging from his waist.

Stomping towards you, he snatches the remote and quickly turns it off. Which earns an exasperated whine out of you.

“I was watching that!” You protested. Bakugo rolls his eyes, “so you were entertained watching random ass people talk shit about me?” He spits.

Lifting yourself off your stomach, you crawl towards the edge of the bed with a giggle. Taking a deep breath, walking on your knees, you reach out to your boyfriend and wrap your arms around him.

“not exactly”

Leaning in to kiss him, he quickly grabs your waist and pushes you into the bed. You laugh at the sudden force, the bakugo crawls on top of you. Tiny water droplets hit your face.

“So is it true?” You asked, your voice softer than it was a mere moment ago. Bakugo mumbles, too busy kissing your neck.

Sighing, you push yourself away, earning an irritant groan. “Is what true, beautiful?” He finally answers.

“You haven’t been dating anyone for more than 6 months, which means we’ve been together for that same amount of time” you say.

“All signs point to yes, why’ya ask?” He says, his body collapsing on the side of you. His muscular arm snakes around your waist and pulls you close to him.

“I don’t know, I’m just shocked…I didn’t know you’d be the waitress type” you say, which makes Bakugo chuckle.

“I know, everyone is so used to me dating the hottest of the hottest I guess, but they’re not as hot as you baby” Leaning in, he plants a quick peck on your lips.

Grabbing his face you go in for another, more intimate kiss. Hiking your leg up against his torso as his hands reach for your bottom, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Pulling away from the kiss on your forehead, looking deeply into his eyes, you laughed. “What?” Bakugo smiled.

“I don’t know…I’m just surprised you chose me out of all those other guys and girls. I like you a lot Bakugo, you know that right?” Your voice soft and attentive rang through your boyfriend's ear like a beautiful symphony.

“I needed change in my life. I wanted to slow down. I was tired of living the fast life, and I wanted to fuckin’ settle” he says.

“I knew walkin’ into that restaurant you were gonna be the one, you were too cute to pass up” he mumbles sweetly, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“So you walked in on purpose?” You chuckled.

“I may have seen you working earlier that day and found you hot. I was praying to any and every god that you would still be there after patrol. And God gave me their blessing” he says.

Sighing, you drop your head into his chest.

The shared bedroom is subdued by a long, comfortable pause.

You never knew Bakugo felt that way towards you. At first you felt like you were just a booty call. After that, you noticed how much you clicked with each other.

From general conversation to sexual attraction, the relationship was solid.

You didn’t know if it was going to last. But now, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world knowing Bakugo planned you for the long-haul.

“Let’s make it official”

Bakugo breaks the silence. Turning your head to him you let out a last gasp. “A-are you sure?” You stuttered.

“Hell yeah, I need to let these fuckers know you’re mine and that I dare anyone to lay a mere pinky toe on you.”

You laugh at Bakugo’s broad statement, cuddling at him you nod.

“Okay, let’s make it official.”

hello everyone!! This was supposed to be headcanons but school is so tiring, currently writing this at 2 AM. You guys are so amazing, walking up to so much support makes me smile everyday. Thank you!!

— lovelyiida<3

#mha #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha insert #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha imagines #bakugo x reader #lovelyiida #mha fanfiction #bakugo headcanons #mha bakugou

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dominimoonbeam · 9 months ago

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DOMINI!! HOW ARE YOU!!

may i ask for

oh, don't be cute.

wait, did you just say that i'm cute?

putting on lip gloss/balm before the kiss, having fun sharing different flavors

with david and darlin pleaseee?? thank youuu ♥️♥️♥️♥️

ZOZO!!!! Okay, this was great and soo much fun! Thank you!! I hope you like how it turned out. <3 <3 <3 You're amazing, thank you so much for the ask!!

David/Darlin

tags: first kiss, prompt fic, a little tipsy, idiots in love

Coconut.

The warehouse was trashed from the pack party but David couldn’t quite muster the energy to care. It was almost four in the morning. He should start sending them home… really he should have done that an hour ago. Several of the pack were already passed out on the couches or the floor. He knew they kept some bedding at the warehouse but he hadn’t realized it was quite this much. They’d basically built a nest.

Fuck it. They could sleep here. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about them all getting home safely. He closed his eyes, arms folded across his chest and body settling into the couch. He could make breakfast in the morning. That would be nice.

The couch bounced when someone plopped down next to him.

He didn’t have to open his eyes to know who it was. He could feel their aura against his. Loyal, sharp, quick to anger, quick to run, brave, but so damn scared. His nose wrinkled, eyes still closed. “Why do you smell like coconut?”

He felt them shrug, their arm against his.

David opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Darlin. Their eyes were half-lidded. They’d been riding their buzz for the last hour or two. His gaze flicked to their mouth and the gloss on their lips.

“This was all Milo had,” they explained with another shrug.

David nodded, watching their lips move as they spoke. He was riding a buzz too. Their mouth was lush. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? He’d been crushing on this idiot for years but never really noticed those lips... They’d been flirting for months now. Asher didn’t think Darlin really thought they were flirting though. He was probably right.

David uncurled his arms and held out a hand, palm up, doing gimmie fingers.

Darlin grinned. “You want some?”

“Hn.” He wanted it.

Something mischievous lit their eyes and they tipped their chin up, offering their lips, eyes always on him, daring him to get some.

David smiled despite all efforts not to. “Oh, don’t be cute.” Don’t tempt me, he thought.

Darlin laughed and looked away, sinking back against the cushions next to him, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh. “Wait. Did you just say that I’m cute?” They turned their head to look at him again, surprise hitting late.

David was looking back, their faces close. He saw the moment Darlin realized it and heard their pulse jump. Their gaze flicked down to his mouth. They didn’t pull away, but forced a sideways smile that made him think they were about to say something self-deprecating to cut the tension…

“No one would call me cute, Davey.”

Yep. He didn’t look away. “I did. Want me to call you more names?” he asked, deadpan and patient.

Their eyes widened a fraction and he could practically hear the battle in their mind, wanting to egg him on, wanting to know what he would say, but not wanting to risk it either. They nodded once. The whole warehouse was a hive of activity but it all faded.

“You bite hard, you’re brave, and your mouth is really pretty.”

Darlin’s eyes were as wide as he’d ever seen them and their smile was an explosion. “Fuck you, you did not just say my mouth was pretty!”

David ignored all of his own nerves and the heat climbing his face. He wasn’t going to look away from this. “I said really pretty.”

“You’re messing with me, Shaw.”

He finally smiled, because how could he not when they served it up like that? “I’ll mess with you if you want, any time… if you’re willing to share your chapstick.”

Darlin stared, practically gawked, seeming to realize again just how close they were sitting. “You’re drunk,” they said in way of explanation.

David just watched them, waiting. He was tipsy, sure, but he wasn’t drunk and they knew it. Their eyes flicked to his lips again. He wanted so much to close that distance but he couldn’t. He needed them to make that move.

His heart beat faster when the leaned in, his hands curling into fists against his own arms to keep from grabbing at them right away. They kissed him so softly, lips sticky with that coconut chapstick. For a split second after, he felt the flutter of uncertainty in them, not regret for kissing but fear that it was a joke at their expense and they’d fallen for it—that he didn’t feel the same—that he was just messing with them. It all vibrated there across those indescribable threads that connected them.

David reached across and curled a hand behind their neck, pulling them in again and this time kissing them deep enough to taste the pina colada on their tongue. The kiss was long and slow and when it broke he smiled. “So… You like coconut, huh?”

Darlin grinned back. “Don’t you?”

He nodded. He did now.

#david/darlin #redactedverse #first kiss prompts #<3 #dominimoonbeam #redacted asmr #fanfic

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lumiheartszz · 1 year ago

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Simpbur x seductive reader

Reader who speaks to him in a voice she uses only for him

Reader who touches him every chance she gets.

Reader who nibbles her lip when making eye contact with him

Ajajsnsjsjsja

-🫀

YESS WE LOVE SIMPBUR

Also, i love how active you are in my requests gimmie a smooch 🫀 anon

Perfection reincarnated.

Minors DNI !!

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It's the way you speak to him, the way that you use that siren-like, magnetic voice on him as you grab his hair as your tongue entwine in twisted hunger, the way that every little praise you give him makes him salivate with desire, desire for you, desire for how perfectly your walls wrap around him.

"Are you gonna be a good boy while I put your pretty cock in my mouth?"

"Yes, yes, please-- just... nngh... Y-Y/N-!"

When you grab his hoodie strings, he knows it's over for his poor, sensitive body as your thighs hastily straddle him. Your hands roam under his grey hoodie, eagerly touching his now hot skin. Every touch you give him feels like fire to him, effectively heating his face up with a red tint, effectively making his cock jump from how good your touch felt.

"Fuck, you're so hard already..."

"Sh-shit... I-I might cum if you keep touching me like this, Y/N, baby..."

And every time he stares at you, taking in every minor detail, looking you up and down as a painter does with his muse, you look back up at him, your top teeth lightly biting your lower lip as you stare directly at his eyes with wanton desire. It drives him crazy, really, and you know it. Fuck, just looking at you, it overwhelmed him deliciously.

He'd leave kisses on your perfect body, looking up to you as you bounced up and down on his cock. His eyes meet yours, and he pulls you in for a kiss, with you tenderly reciprocating it. Every night would have both pairs of your legs tangled with each other, both bodies being littered with red marks as you two rested under the blankets.

♡

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#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x you

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timothyslucy · 20 days ago

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so far my first impressions of the new rookie's....

seth is so precious i just wanna put him in my pocket, he's literally just a baby. and he's my baby! i'm gonna protect him with my life. 🥺💕🤏

miles is so hot, like... so fucking sexy, especially with that southern drawl of his. just gimmie one chance☝️ to bounce around on him, i know i can tame that stallion. 🥵❤️‍🔥

#carly lb the rookie #the rookie #7x01 #miles penn #seth ridley

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stray-tickles · 2 months ago

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Seriously

Read on AO3

“Seriously Commander, I’m fine.”

“You were bouncing off the walls.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing!”

“Eiffel!”

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.”

So things were stressful without Hera. It was especially stressful when they had minimal warning of an incoming solar storm, and a certain communications officer found himself with no time to brace before it hit.

It was possible that watching her only ally and friend for millions of miles get knocked around like a pinball had Minkowski a bit concerned.

Eiffel let her drag him to Hilbert’s lab without resistance. He probably did need to be checked over, though he was certain it was all minor scrapes and bruises. He sat on the medical table and kicked his feet. “Look mom, I’m a real boy!”

“Shut up.” Minkowski muttered, lips twitching up slightly. Hearing him joke helped. When had that started to happen? “Lay back, I need to check for broken ribs.”

A check-up was one thing. Laying down and allowing a friend to poke and prod at his torso was another. Especially when said friend was giving him a faint smile and owed him severe recompense for troublemaking.

Eiffel leaned bodily backwards, his knees curling up to his chest and a twitchy, nervous grin claiming his face.

Minkowski frowned. “What’s wrong with you?” She put one hand on his knee, trying to get him to lay flat. This turned out to be a mistake, because Eiffel immediately squealed and started giggling, jolting enough that her hand was knocked away.

Ugh. “Eiffel!” She tried to sound annoyed, but his laughter was infectious, and it was impossible to keep a straight face.

“Sorry!” He wheezed, tipping his head back, trying to get a lid on the giggles. “Sorry, gimmie a sec.”

It was easier to get himself under control when he wasn’t looking at her, but just barely. Eiffel sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm down and lay back. The moment he’d relaxed his legs a little, hands grabbed at his sides and he shrieked, shoving them away and going right back to giggling.

At least she’d stopped. He looked back to his commander to find her giving him a quizzical look. Then she raised her hands and wiggled her fingers at him.

Eiffel squealed, his arms shooting forwards in defence. “Nono, don’t!” He giggled, their hands now tangled together.

Minkowski shook her head fondly. So that was it. “Settle down.” She chided, unable to hide her amusement. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

“Nooooo.” He whined, not letting go of her hands.

“Eiffel.” She said with a laugh. “Come on. I promise not to tickle during a medical exam.”

This was silly, he knew that, but between the hundred actual threats that kept popping up, maybe they both needed a bit of silliness. He fixed her with as hard a look as he could manage while smiling this much. “You promise?”

She rolled her eyes. “Hand to god.”

Eiffel cringed back but released his grip on her hands. Minkowski was surprised at how tempted she was to immediately break her promise. He was pretty cute when he was giggly like this. “Thank you.” She said as non-teasingly as possible, slowly reaching out to feel up his left side.

The first touch made him jolt and yelp, but Eiffel fought to keep still. He could tell she was trying not to tickle, even if it was only mostly working. He bit down on his lip to keep from squeaking and buried his face in his hands.

“Good job.” She said, switching to his other side.

“Shuddup.” Eiffel muttered good-naturedly.

Minkowski chuckled. It was nice to have a moment of levity with everything that’d happened. “Okay, I think you’re good.”

Eyes peeked out at her from between Eiffel’s fingers. “Really?”

Her smirk widened. “Yep. Medical exam over.”

“Oh, good.” Eiffel had just enough time to feel disappointed before fingers dug into his sides, wiggling playfully.

He jumped, arms snapping down in defence, and squealed out, “Hey!”

Minkowski grinned at his snorty laughter. “What? I said the medical exam was over.” One hand shifted to dance across his stomach, making him try to double over. “Now, you promise that next solar storm you’ll strap in properly?”

What the- “Fuck! You- ahahasshole!” He was half curled around her hands now, and it did nothing whatsoever to help.

“Hmm?” She said with faux innocence. “That doesn’t sound like ‘yes commander, sorry commander, whatever you say commander.’” So she was milking this a bit. So what?

Eiffel slapped one hand over his face, shaking with laughter. He wouldn’t have thought Minkowski was the type for tickle attacks, but here he was. He was honest enough with himself to admit he was having fun. “Okay, okahahay!” He squealed, batting at her hands, which slowed. Panting for breath, he looked up at his smug commander and grinned. “Kiss my ass, commander.”

It probably wasn’t a good sign that the insult made her smile more. “Well now you’re in for it.”

As if that wasn’t precisely what he’d been going for. His hands latched onto her wrists when they shot forward to attack, but he was too giggly and squirmy to actually stop her. Instead, he kicked and shrieked, cackling when her hands buried themselves under his arms, wiggling and scratching.

Eiffel squeezed his eyes closed and curled into as tight a ball as he could. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much. He felt giddy.

Minkowski smiled down at him. That laugh really was infectious, as was Eiffel’s obvious happiness. “You sorry?” She asked teasingly, “Huh?”

He shook his head helplessly, red in the face and smiling widely.

Hmm. Eiffel had jumped pretty dramatically earlier when she’d put a hand on his knee. To test her theory, she left one hand wriggling at his ribs and latched the other onto his kneecap.

Eiffel screamed. “NONONO WAIT!”

Minkowski stilled her hands, a little taken aback. “Hm?”

“Please, plehehease!” He tittered, trying to squirm enough that she’d let go. “Anything- anything you want, please!”

She chuckled. “Wow. Anything?”

“Commander!”

“Okay, okay.” She relented, letting him go. “Wish I’d known about the ‘anything I want’ button a year or so ago.”

Eiffel sucked in air, still grinning like crazy. He was probably doomed now, but hey. He’d had fun. It was a little surprising to see Minkowski still smiling at him. He wasn’t sure when they’d become actual friends, but he was grateful.

A hand ruffled his hair briefly. “Be more careful next time.”

He chuckled. “Yessir.”

Minkowski opened her mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by a familiar klaxon. Both of them groaned. “Come on.” She said, offering a hand up. “Let’s go.”

Eiffel took it gratefully. “Yessir.”

“Seriously. Please be more careful with the plant monster.”

“Sure.” Minkowski muttered, not really listening. Her shoulder was back in place, that was what mattered. She could find it.

Eiffel sighed. “Okay, gotta check for broken ribs and then you’re on bed rest.”

“Okay.” Maybe if she got the thermal gear…

Fingers pressed against her ribs, and she doubled over with a snort. Damnit. If she’d been more awake, more aware, then she could have kept a lid on that, but no…

Minkowski froze, waiting. Knowing that Eiffel was going to take advantage of her weakness and make her look like an idiot, just like everyone else around here.

“Sorry.” He said with a touch of amusement. “I’ll be careful.”

She huffed, but he kept his word. Pressed firmly enough not to tickle or bruise, making certain she hadn’t broken anything.

The other shoe had to drop. This was Eiffel for gods’ sake. But no. He quickly finished, not hiding his relieved sigh at nothing being broken, and tugged her non-dislocated arm over his shoulders. “Come on. Get some rest.”

What was happening? “Fine.”

They made it back to her room without any more words passing between them, and she shrugged him off at the door. “I’m fine from here.”

“Okay.” God, that man had eyes like Bambi. “Night.”

“Good night, Eiffel.” She was probably being too harsh with him, but she had too much on her plate right now to care.

“Oh, and don’t think you’re off the hook.” He said, smirking minutely. “I’m gonna get you back when you least expect it.”

Minkowski hesitated in the doorway. The… promise? Threat? Whatever it was, it put her at ease. He was definitely still Eiffel. “Goodnight.” She said again, closing the door.

It was nice to have a friend in her corner.

Eiffel was following her.

Honestly, after her weeks long hunt for the plant monster, he probably should have considered whether trying to sneak up on her was a good idea. Not that he’d ever been capable of that. It felt… silly, that he was doing something so childish right now. Especially when she had an idea of what his end goal was.

She had kind of tortured him after that medical exam.

She realised, as she took a right turn, that she was smiling. After worrying about the plant monster for weeks, being playfully stalked by someone best defined as her friend was… okay, it was fun trying to shake him off.

It was also highly amusing that Hera was noticeably silent. She obviously knew that Eiffel was following her and was choosing not to say anything. Maybe she should be mad about that.

Minkowski took another right turn, laughter bubbling up in her stomach. She wanted to run, but that would give the game away.

Another right turn, glancing quickly behind her to see if she could catch sight of him.

That turned out to be a mistake, because Eiffel was not behind her.

Eiffel gave an evil laugh and launched himself off the ceiling, into his commanding officer.

Minkowski yelped when he barrelled into her and wrapped his arms around her. “Eiffel!” It was hard not to laugh. “What the hell- let me go!”

“Absolutely not!” He said, gently digging his fingertips into her ribs and making her double over.

“Eiffel!” It was impossible not to grin and almost impossible not to laugh. His fingers didn’t dig in hard at all, wriggling up and down no matter how tightly she locked her arms around her sides, silly and insistent.

He chuckled. “I think I’ve shown admirable restraint in waiting this long for my revenge actually, commander.”

One hand managed to worm itself against her stomach, scratching and burrowing and earning a loud snort, utterly breaking her resolve. “Ahahasshole!”

“See, that’s what I’m talking about!” Eiffel said, grinning. “I’ve been the responsible sensible one for days.” A finger wormed itself under her arm and earned a muffled squeak. “Now I need to get all that asshole energy out!” He stressed the words by rapidly vibrating his fingers and got a garbled shriek for his trouble.

It was pretty cute that Minkowski thought her half-hearted flailing was fooling him. As if he’d forgotten that she could knock him out with one hand tied behind her back. It was nice to see her laugh.

Minkowski squirmed and flailed and did not kick Eiffel in the nuts, even though she knew she easily could. A particularly evil squeeze to her ribs drew out a snort, and she tried her best to stifle her laughter behind one hand, the other still shoving ineffectively at him.

Eiffel chuckled. “Aww, cute.”

“No I’m nohohot!” She managed, pushing his hands away more forcefully and ignoring how much her helpless giggles undercut her argument.

“Hmm, guess we need a tiebreaker.” He said smugly, pinching gently at her stomach. “Hera?”

“Uhh- one moment!” Hera chirped, sounding distracted.

Eiffel stilled his hands. “Everything okay?”

Minkowski panted for breath, waiting for Hera’s reply and whatever emergency might be waiting for them.

“Yes!” Hera said. “I just need to… okay.” She chuckled. “Solar activity is normal, oxygen levels are nominal, and the commander has a very cute smile.”

“Hera!” She yelped, right as Eiffel laughed and went right back to his playful torment.

“Sorry, commander.” Hera said over her giggles. “I’m just stating scientific fact.”

Her legs curled up to her stomach and she tipped her head back against Eiffel’s shoulder. “You two!” Menaces, the both of them.

“Mm-hm?” Eiffel said smugly, hooking his head over her shoulder and almost immediately getting a shriek and a hand to the face, shoving him away. Laughing, he ducked his head away from her hand and, to test a theory, switched to the other shoulder, nuzzling gently against her neck.

The sound that followed was one best described as a squeal, and even the swift kick to his shin wasn’t enough to dampen Eiffel’s delight at the fact. All the same, he stilled his hands. “I hope you learned your lesson.” He said, smiling fondly. “This is what happens when I’m forced to be responsible.”

Minkowski tried to get a lid on her residual giggles and elbowed him gently. “Lemmie go.”

Eiffel chuckled and did as he was told. “Ten-four.”

The giddy feeling didn’t fade, but she did her best to glare. “Jackass.”

He only grinned at her, utterly unrepentant. It was nice to see her smile.

Hera laughed. “You guys are ridiculous.”

“Oh yeah?” Minkowski crossed her arms. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you taking sides, Hera.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She said cheekily.

Eiffel raised an eyebrow. “Hey, are AI’s ticklish?”

Minkowski rolled her eyes and Hera scoffed. “I’d like to see you try!”

“I just might, you know!” He floated slowly down the corridor.

Hera was fondly exasperated. “Eiffel, I don’t have a body, how would that even work?”

“I for one am very interested to find out!” He said teasingly, wiggling his fingers at the nearest camera.

Hera laughed. “You’re so weird.”

Minkowski floated quietly after them, smiling to herself. This wasn’t what she’d imagined when she’d thought of having command of her very own crew, but if she was serious, she wouldn’t change it for the world.

#wolf 359 #w359 #w359 tickles #tickle fic #ticklish!Eiffel #Ticklish!minkowski

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 2 years ago

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Snatanhi Akwey

Summary: Quaritch is defeated and alone. With no way to contact for support how will he survive on Pandora.

Na'vi in italics

Chapter one

No team, no weapons, no coms and worst of all no Spider. Miles Quaritch was left with not but the clothes on his back and his banshee. He now struggled to stay on its back as he flew towards the canopy, black spots accumulating in the corners of his vision. Had he not given the boy all he could? He'd been patient and listened and respected him far more than his father ever did for him. Maybe that's why he'd at least done him the kindness of not leaving him for dead. More than he'd have done for his own dad.

He bid the creature land as night began to fall. The dense forest provided plenty of places to hide and ol 'cupcake' would watch over him. He disconnected the neural whip falling off when his legs wouldn't take his weight.

Grumbling he half crawled half dragged himself to a hollowed tree root. His vision drew in and out of focus, tree swaying and doubling. The grass in the hollow was flattened and it seemed something had nested here before. It didn't matter now, he had no strength left in him and collapsed in a heap.

When he came to the sun light blinded him, streams of it cutting through in bands of brilliant yellows. There was someone in there with him. Hissing he twisted to them only to pull on his wounds causing him to cry out before collapsing back down. Perfect, just perfect! He was gonna die to some savage and he wouldn't even keep his dignity and go out fighting.

There was no movement however, no sharp blade or hands round his throat. He pealed his eyes back open. His would be killer was plastered to the back of the hollow, his own body between them and the exit. Their chest rose and fell quickly as their eyes stayed fixed on his. In their right hand they held his knife, pinned to the wall and in their left his dog tags dangled.

"Gimmie that!" He reached out, the na'vi squeaking at him and screwing their own eyes closed. He snatched the knife, pondering it a second before returning it to his holster. The motion sent more pain through his body, looking to the injury he was surprised. All his wounds seemed covered now, bandaged up or lightly smeared in some paste.

He looked to the stranger now, their 3 fingered hands clasped around his tags which they now held to their chest. They were tinged in the same colour as the paste. Their eyes passed between him and the tags before their hand shot out, offering them back. Miles took them, more gently now.

"This your work?" He gestured. Their face scrunched a moment.

"I'm sorry I don't understand?" They spoke, their accent a little different from the na'vi he'd heard before. Miles pulled his body up to sit, their gentle hands fluttering around his chest in protest as he did.

"Quit fussin'! I'm fine." He hoped Spider's lessons would have paid off. Their ears perked twitching towards him. Their stance seemed to relax, sinking down to sit on their feet next to him.

"Must have been quite the battle! You are a warrior?" Miles focused on their appearance now. Their skin a slightly purpler shade of blue, finer more intricate stripes, honey eyes. They wore sturdier leather like clothing, though still as scantily clad as the other clans. Most curiously was all the straps and belts. Lots hung from them, trinkets, tools and more. Oddly they only seemed to have one small blade as far as weapons went, strapped onto their thigh. He met their eyes again, realizing in that moment both how pretty they were and how long it'd been since they'd spoke.

"uh yeah" He fumbled. Their features broke into a brilliant smile as they bounced excitedly. Whoever this was they were not familiar enough with humans to know an avatar or recom when they saw them. Considering the state he'd gotten himself in a short lived ally would be good.

"I knew it! You're built for little else! and your ikran oh he is just beautiful and powerful looking wings, I've never flown before but I figure you guessed that..." They continued on, Quaritch finding it harder to keep up with what they were actually saying. Their hands waving and flapping as they spoke. He made to try get up when their hands met his chest again.

"oh please be still! You'll need another nights rest before you should be moving around. Please I can get you water, food..." They fretted hands moving to check the worst of his wounds.

"I've gotta..." Miles paused a moment. There was no way he could fly in his condition and no way help could find him here. His best bet oddly enough was to let this stranger help him.

"Okay I'll rest." They grinned at him, shifting carefully around him to the opening in the tree.

"Stay. I will return soon." They nodded to him before disappearing from view. Miles grumbled, this situation wasn't ideal. He had no idea the intentions of this stranger. What if their tribe was close and weren't so ignorant. He'd have to question them when they came back. He'd wished he'd gotten their name at least, maybe screaming it when their friends came to kill him might buy him a moment.

He rested a while. Sleeping lightly, waking at any rustle around him. The day stretched on. It'd been late morning, almost midday when he'd woke and the sun was dipping low now. He heard 'cupcake' shuffling around before taking flight. He must be sleeping higher up, maybe there was ground predators at night.

With little else to do Miles decided to take inventory. He'd still had his combat knife strapped to his thigh, now back in that holster. His coms were completely shot, water logged and cracked. He still had his tactical vest and belt. No pack, or previsions and an empty canteen. The pockets of his vest only yielded useless amo for a gun he no longer had and salt sodden bandages.

The light glinted off something on the far wall. He reached, tugging painfully as he did, and picked up a woven pack from the floor. It had a long strap and draw strings. The front was detailed in sewn on beetle shells and colourful rocks. The na'vi had left it there with him. The thought oddly touched him, that they were trusting him? Though he soured, he didn't seem like a threat obviously no need to protect their things from him.

He pulled it open. Little containers clinked together inside. Opening one revealed a foul smelling jellied substance. He gagged tightening the lid before rummaging some more. He opened another this time filled with small iridescent sea shells. Further into the bag there were some beaded jewellery items wrapped in cloths and clothing. He didn't know what he'd hoped to find and moved to return the bag to its position when something else caught his eye.

Taking it out it shone in the light. Cool in his palm was a chunk of metal, with a rounded smooth glass side. LEDs blinked to life in his hands and it beeped. He wasn't too sure what it was but it was human made for sure. Even had a little RDA logo printed onto it. Then it screamed.

"FUCK, shit shit!" He scrambled, turning the thing in his palms looking for some kind of switch or button. The alarm blared on, painfully loud. His ears pinned back as he lifted the thing into the air. Surely smashing it would shut it up.

"NO STOP! Off!" The sound ceased. His stranger had returned and stayed crouched at the entrance, head cocked to the side. Miles realized, eyeing them as they gently climbed over his legs to sit inside.

"You do speak English!" What ever this was it took a voice command as they'd clearly said 'off' in English. To his confusion they furrowed their brow. They swung another bag off their shoulder, pulling out a fabric pouch.

"No no, not much. Some things I say back it'll do things." They took the machine from his hands carefully, placing the pouch of liquid in his. "Look see" They cleared their throat, sitting up straight, and looking to him expectantly.

"Music." The box played a tone before a mechanical voice spoke back.

"What genre?" The na'vi clapped delighted then placed it on the ground, content. They looked to Quaritch now smiling proudly. Quaritch quirked a brow back to them.

"Country." He spoke. The box chimed again before a tinny version of a John Denvers song played. The stranger scrambled to his side, gripping his shoulder and jostling him a bit.

"OW quit it!" They stilled, realizing they'd hurt him.

"I'm sorry! How'd you do that? It's singing!" Quaritch guessed the last word, feeling a little smug at how impressed his companion was. Maybe keeping their favour til he was healed would be easy.

"It asked what you wanted to hear. I told it." Miles took the water skin to his mouth, taking a swig. The strangers eyes sparkled with wonder, hands clasped together as the song played on.

"Oh! I forget." They shifted to the bag, pulling out a variety of fruits. They placed them gently on Quiritch as he drank more. None looked familiar, though he'd eaten foraged from Spider before. Guessing he took a mango shaped on and brought it to his lips.

"Oh no! It's..." Their hand held his pulling the fruit away. He let them take it from him. They slid the blade from their leg, Miles hand readied at his own. But they just turned it up, hitting the side of the fruit with the hilt. It cracked, revealing it'd been a shell containing smaller shiny balls. They passed it back to him now, looking expectantly.

Quaritch held it now, suddenly unsure how to continue. Were these seeds? Or were they the fruit? Which part was he supposed to eat? Slender fingers slipped into the fruit, the stranger took a ball. They brought it to their lips placing it whole in their mouth before chewing and swallowing it.

"See! It's safe, friend" They smiled gently taking another of the fruits and nodding to him. Quaritch took one, following their guidance and closed his mouth around it. They looked back to their machine smiling at its song. He was glad they'd misunderstood, that they'd taken his pause as distrust. He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his only life line.

He bit down, mouth suddenly full of liquid as the ball burst. He spluttered, some having found its way up his nose. Coughing and hacking, he groaned. Fresh pain coursed through him as his outburst pulled wounds. It passed, all the while his companion fretted, checking wounds and urging him to drink more water.

"Maybe just rest now, Off." They picked up the now silent machine, placing it back in their pack. Turning back they tucked strands of hair back behind their ears. Miles lent against the roots. Now was as good a time as any to get some intel on his new 'friend'.

"We never were introduced, I'm Miles." He stuck his hand out, deciding to leave out his last name just in case. There was a possibility his name might be know amongst the na'vi, he was responsible for the destruction of the locals ancestral home.

They paused, looking from his outstretched hand to his face. They swung their own arm up, holding it straight past his own. Hand stretched out mirroring him.

"Y/n!" They smiled. Quartich laughed, this whole situation was absurd. Everything in his life was flipped upside down and now he was stuck in a tree with this fool. He smiled down at them, their face scrunched in frustration, not understanding why he'd laughed.

He smiled more warmly, better to keep himself in his meal tickets good graces.

"Like this." He took their hand in his, giving them a firm handshake. They went ridged a moment, huge eyes staring back into his own. He worried a moment, they'd not seemed shy about touching him. Maybe it was a cultural line crossed? They flexed their four digited hand before reaching for his again.

Now it was his turn to be stunned. They'd taken his hand back tracing down each finger lost in some fascination. It clicked, they'd noticed his hands had one more finger than theirs. He prepared for a violent reaction, maybe some hissing, calls of demon, maybe they'd just run.

They didn't instead just looking into his eyes, still holding his pinky, fascination written across their face.

"Where'd you come from?" He took his hand out from theirs. The sky had darkened more now, twinkling stars appearing. Between the roots he spied a familiar constellation. Earth was barely a spec but the Milky Way was visible. He had no excuse for his difference and foolish or not they'd figure him out before he could fly again. So he had a new plan, charm.

"Right there." He pointed up, they leaned in to follow his arm up. Miles turned his face, they were almost flush against his side, their own face so close.

"Snatanhi Akwey" They whispered breathlessly. Shifting away but still sitting so near. Miles didn't know what they said but the awe in their face seemed a good sign.

The night continued this way. He'd kept a causal tone as best he could while asking Y/n his questions. They seemed confused sometimes by his accent or pronunciation but he'd gotten what he needed.

Y/n was part of a tribe of nomads. A group in constant migration around this area of Pandora. They were alone right now, completing the last trial before they were considered a full adult by their people. They were to wander alone for a time, Miles couldn't figure out how long as he didn't understand their units of measurement. It only mattered that for now they were alone, no tribe would appear to kill him.

It now seemed they wished to know more about him. Their form nudging closer in the already tight space, face alive with anticipation. Miles felt unsure what to say. What could he tell without giving away who he truly was.

"I was fighting a battle. My enemy was far stronger than I'd imagined, I lost everyone. I should have died but my son saved me but he left with my enemy. I must get back to my own people." He struggled through his explanation. Though his stress vanished when he caught y/n's face. Tears welling in their eyes at his story, it shocked him.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I will help you back to your people Miles." They spoke quietly by his side, hand resting gently on his. He felt his heart in his throat, suddenly feeling bashful under their gaze. He shook his head freeing himself from those thoughts. It was all his plan, he'd charmed them and now they were going to hand deliver him back to base.

#miles quaritch #quaritch x you #quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x oc #avatar imagine #snatanhi akwey #my fics

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the-ultimate-muses · 5 months ago

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@despairs-memorial local dorklord about to be taken out by one (1) cute ass mechanic more at 11 (X)

Getting hearing aids hadn't been on Kazuichi's list of priorities for quite some time, with no point being seen in having them. His ears were only getting worse with each day, it seemed (partly because he didn't wear ear protection and partly from his father's frequent beatings), so how long would they really be of use to him? Besides, that cost money, something he and his father didn't have. (Of course, they'd have more should his father stop spending it on beer to drink himself into a stupor every damn night).

Hope's Peak had changed many things for him; it gave him friends, people who actually understood what he was saying when talking shop, or at the very least liked listening to him no matter how lost they were. He'd changed much in the time he's been there, and he's happy to say it was for the better. His hearing hadn't improved, however, nor had his home life, money troubles, being forced to go hungry some nights... He never even expected it to, choosing to ignore the inevitable progression to complete deafness.

The thing about a place where brilliant minds gathered, however, meant there was no shortage of breakthroughs being made, and things needing to be tested. Miu had been the one to design the hearing aids, with them even custom made to match Kaz's usual blinding attire. She would never admitt she did it for him specifically, but Kaz had worked with her long enough to know when to call her bluff.

He'd spent his morning in Miu's workshop, tapping and banging and making any noise he could while she wrote down notes on how well he could hear certain things. They only stopped because Kazuichi...had a bit of an emotional breakdown, but a good one. He'd given up on his ears a long time ago, but now here he was listening to the ting of the ventilation system, the beat of Miu's heart as he clung to her, hell he could hear his crying in its entirety instead of just feeling it and the echos of the vibrations it sent through his bones. There were so many things he wanted to do, so many songs and movie to watch, and birds! He could hear birds now! Bees buzzing, and cats-

He'd been up and out the door without any other explanation than needing to find Gundham, leaving one very preplexed, and very curious Miu in their workshop.

Finding the breeder was easy, with him seeming to only ever be in a handful of places, the most visited being his animal sanctuary. Normally Kaz would knock before entering someone's space, but he was too buzzed on adrenaline and excitment, the mechnic near bursting through the door and bouncing right up to Gundham with an almost manic grin, his body shaking where his hands gripped at the man's shirt. "I need a cat! Gimmie a cat!! Cat!!!"

#:3c #mobile bound #muse: kazuichi soda #despairs-memorial

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azure-daybreak · 10 months ago

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So I went to Miku Expo 2024 last night (the Vancouver show) and I wanted to talk about it while it's top of mind.

TL;DR I had a lot of fun, while there were some things I wish were different (mostly the screen), it wasn't a bad first Miku concert IMO (But I do wanna see more shows). More under the cut!

First of all, it was super cool to see all the different people there to see Miku and the other Vocaloids. Like, I've been to conventions before and it's always cool to see a horde of people dressed as various anime characters or animals, but to see everyone dressed specifically as Voicaloids and Project Sekai characters was new for me.

About the merch on sale at the concert, I was surprised that they were doing most of it outside and that the inside merch stand had barely anything- at least when I got in. That could just be bad timing on my end. If you're reading this and you wanna buy merch at one of the upcoming shows (especially a glowstick), make sure to get there early. For Vancouver, they did send out an email the day before saying that they were selling merch outside starting at 2pm, but I wasn't able to get there before then.

I did get the VIP package merch but it's kinda.... well it's not bad or anything, and I'm glad to have it but some of it feels a little cheap. For example, the hand fan is cute but feels flimsy, and the tote bag has a really nice design but the heat pressing makes me not wanna use it because I'm worried about cracking the art. On the other hand, I really like the lanyard that came with the package; The art was done by Socky and I liked it so much that I bought the backpack that also has that art.

Onto the show. You may have already heard this but yes, It wasn't the usual hologram, where they have a sheet of glass with the visual projected onto it, it was just a normal screen where they played the visual. It did feel like I was watching one of those hologram-ready videos on my phone but on a giant TV, but it was still cool to see.

Here's also a side-by-side of how the hologram looks vs the display using on the rocks from Magical Mirai 2021 and last night's show. While it's not fair to use a pro-shot vs what looks like a musical theater bootleg sime tutorial to show this, I hope it gets the point across. (Miku Expo 2024 on the left and Magical Mirai 2021 on the right)

I liked the setlist also, it can be found at this link here, but some standouts to me were, Miku by Anamanaguchi, The Vampire, Unknown Mother Goose, Childish War, On the Rocks, Sore ga Anata no Shiawase to Shite mo, Gimmie x Gimmie (Love this song so much), World is Mine (everyone screamed at the first "Sekai de" (including me)), the band introduction, Tell Your World (It's not my favorite or anything, but they shot out confetti at one point and that was cool.), and Intergalactic Bond.

I want to expand a bit on the band introduction and them as a whole, I loved that the band got attention and their names were shown. I watched some Magical Mirai videos and I see that this practice might be from that, so I'm glad that was carried over. They all were stellar and watching them was really exciting, the drummer- Dylan was always so cool to look at, Tobias the keyboardist was dancing near the beginning of Gimmie x Gimmie and that was a vibe, the bassist and guitarist- Leanne and Vixen's Diary respectively were fun to watch when they would get into the song and headbang and bounce around.

Lastly, I was surprised that Luka only got 2 songs (one of them was a duet with Miku). I (very sadly) expect MEIKO and KAITO to get shafted when it comes to songs, but not Luka!

Quick shout-outs to some specific concert goers; Shieonn, who made stickers and was handing them out before the show (Here's her Twitter!),

The person near me who shouted either "I LOVE YOU JERMA!" or "I LOVE YOU DRUMMER!" at the end of one of the songs (I think it was World is Mine), the girl near me who was trying to get pictures and video of the show using her 3DS, and this one person I saw outside the venue entrance as the show was letting out who was dressed up as Sonic Miku, I wanted to say that I loved the fit, but I didn't wanna just walk up to you randomly at almost 10PM and possibly freak you out.

Overall, I'd go again but please for the love of god, don't just have a screen for the Vocaloids!

#Miku Expo #Miku Expo 2024

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