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ponyosmom35 · 5 months ago

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she goes into the field

Simon ghost riley x reader

Liability

synopsis: there is nobody else available, so Laswell sends reader into the field to provide medical aid for Gaz. Ghost isn't too happy.

warnings: blood, gunfire, war, cursing, angst

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MDNI

She exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in as her patient stabilized. It had been two hours of intense tedious work to keep him alive. She takes off her gloves and washes her hands thoroughly before walking out of the room. She spots Laswell talking to another medic and joins them.

"y/l/n what updates do you have for me?" she asks

"Everyone seems to be stabilized for now"

"Who can you spare for the field?"

"We don't have anyone here with combat experience" the other medic, Miranda answers.

"what's going on?" she asks in concern

"Kyle's been hit, it's not looking good, they're requesting immediate medical" Laswell says running her hands through her hair

"I can go" she responds without hesitation

"James this is a dangerous situation, the team is in active battle and there is no room for mistakes, a man's life is at stake"

"I can do this Laswell, its an extraction right? so I won't be in the fight I'll be giving Kyle medical attention"

"fuck" Laswell curses "follow me and we'll get you prepped"

She followed her superior wordlessly as she rubbed her hands together nervously. She kept herself as calm as she could as a bulletproof vest was strapped to her torso and she was handed several weapons, including a gun and a few knives. She straps the medical kit on her back and holds the large military rifle in her hands, careful to point it to the ground. She'd placed her hair in a quick ponytail and followed the older woman to the helicopter pad along with the other soldiers who'd be aiding in the fight.

"listen up everybody! this is an extraction, we're sending y/l/n to give Garrick medical aid. you are to assist her and watch her six, she is not to have a scratch on her. if she's not able to help then Garrick won't make it. It's your job to protect her - no matter the cost" she says looking at each one of them in the eye "Captain Price and Lieutenant Ghost are in command and will give you further instruction when you land, good luck"

She grabs a soldier's arm and allows him to help her into the chopper. The ride was brief, but every second felt like an eternity as she braced herself for what awaited on the ground. She could hear the explosions and gunfire and she closed her eyes, as the pilot informed them they’d be landing here. Gunfire begins to hit the chopper and she holds onto it as it begins to spin.

Ghost curses as he realizes that they were gonna crash and signals to the soldiers inside to jump out. He watches a rope drops to the ground and the team begins to lay down cover fire. He catches a glimpse of red hair in his peripheral vision and his head whips around so hard he was shocked his neck hasn’t strained.

Her presence struck Ghost like a hammer blow. His heart sank, a rare emotion piercing through his stoic exterior. In that moment, he realized with a clarity that frightened him just how much he cared for her. The thought of something happening to her was unbearable. She had been through a few training sessions, but she was not equipped for this level of combat. The battlefield was no place for her, and the realization that she was here, in the midst of danger, shook him to his core.

Ghost’s eyes widened in horror as he saw her. He watched as the chopper got closer to the ground and the soldiers surrounded it, laying down additional cover. She jumps out holding her gun improperly and her eyes searching frantically for anyone on the team. Time seemed to slow as bullets rang through the air. Narrowly missing her.

In the blink of an eye, Ghost lunged forward, grabbing her and pulling her down, shielding her body with his as bullets whizzed past them. He provided cover fire, his instincts taking over. The enemies were relentless, and the rest of her team was quickly overwhelmed. Ghost’s anger boiled over, fueled by a deep, unspoken fear.

"Stay down!" he barked, his voice a mix of command and desperation. He continued to shoot, each bullet finding its mark with deadly precision.

Seeing Ghost standing above her, she was able to feel a sense of relief amidst the chaos. She looked up at him watching as his strong body positioned itself in front of her, protecting her from any danger.

The firefight was intense, but Ghost kept her safe, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. How could he focus on the mission when every fiber of his being was screaming to protect her? He needed to ensure her safety, but he also had to get them out of there alive. The dual responsibility was overwhelming.

“I’m gonna provide cover and I need you to run towards that pillar behind you got it?” Ghost demands, his gaze finding hers. She nods, her eyes wide and blown out as her body shakes.

“On three” he commands “one, two, three, Go now!” he yells

Ghost shoots rapidly at the enemies and she sprints toward the pillar as quickly as she could. Bullets ring through the air and she trips on a body in her path. She pulls her body up off of the ground and continues to safety. The feeling of strong hands on her body catches her by surprise. Before she could react Ghost pulled her behind the pillar and held her back against his chest. Her chest heaving as she attempts to catch her breath. Ghost lets go of her and glares down at her with his dark eyes.

“I need you to run to the corner of the building, I’ll be right behind you” he instructs.

She nods and wastes no time in making it to the building, she throws her back against the wall and leans on it with her eyes closed. Finally, they fought their way back to a relatively secure area.

“Red?!” a familiar voice calls out

She opens her eyes and she frantically searches for him. His mohawk catches her eye and she nearly cries in relief as he sprints over to her. He places a hand on her shoulder, he was talking to her but her ears were ringing and her body shaking. Johnny recognized the blank stare and placed a hand on her shoulder, the other holding his gun up in case any of the enemy had made it past their perimeter. He leads her to the abandoned building they’d set up in and takes her gun off of her, dropping it to the side. She finally locks eyes with him as her hearing returns.

“Johnny” she rasps

“You okay Lass?”

“I’m good” she nods

The masked man enters the building moments later, the anger radiating off of him as he approaches the medic, Ghost's anger exploded.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he yelled, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "You shouldn’t be anywhere near this!"

Still catching her breath, met his furious gaze with steady eyes. "Laswell sent me. No one else could go."

"That’s not good enough!" Ghost shouted, his fear masking as anger. "You’re not trained for this! You could’ve been killed!"

Before she could respond, Price intervened, his authoritative presence enough to quell Ghost's fury. "Enough, Ghost. We need to focus. Laswell sent her to save Gaz and that’s what she’ll do”

Price nods to the young medic and offers her a small smile, which she returns. Johnny sighs, leading her to where Gaz lay gravely injured. Her medical training took over, and she worked with precision and calm, stabilizing Gaz and saving his life. She could feel eyes on her but she refused to let it distract her. The immediate crisis passed, but the tension between her and Ghost lingered.

As night fell, they had to stay put, waiting for an evacuation plan to be established. She stayed by Gaz’s side, ensuring he was stable. It wasn’t until Ghost entered the room silently, she looked up at him sensing a presence behind her and gasps sharply.

“You scared the shit out of me”

“Sorry” he says as he sits down a few feet from her.

“He’s okay for now, but we need to get him back to the base, he’s still losing blood” she says

“We’ve got two teams coming tomorrow at dawn”

“Good” she says softly, refusing to meet his eyes as she picked at her nails.

He sighs, feeling guilty for his aggression earlier. He hadn’t meant to upset her, he was simply scared for her safety. Ghost had never been good with words, he didn’t know what to say - so he stretched his hand out to her - offering a candy bar. She looks at him in amusement and shakes her head gently.

“Keep it, you need it more than me” she says gently as the breeze causes her to shiver slightly.

"I shouldn’t have snapped at you," Ghost said. His voice was softer now. "I never wanted you to see this."

Her expression was resolute. "It’s my job, Ghost. I go where I’m needed."

He finally turned to face her, his gaze softening as he noticed her shivering. Without a word, he took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "Get some rest. I’ll keep watch."

The next morning, they received evacuation orders. The extraction point was two blocks away, and they had to move quickly. Ghost placed her in the middle, with Soap and her supporting Gaz. He took the lead, his eyes scanning for threats. Every time a sniper took aim at them, Ghost was there, eliminating the threat before it could materialize.

As they neared the evacuation site, an explosion rocked the ground, sending debris flying. Ghost instinctively shielded her with his body, taking the brunt of the blast. The world spun around them, but they managed to stay on their feet, pushing forward until they reached the extraction point.

The sight of the helicopter with backup filled Ghost with a profound sense of relief. But his heart sank again when he saw her bloodied sleeve. A deep gash ran along her arm, and he gently touched it, causing her to wince in pain. He wordlessly lifts her into the Heli and helps the others before jumping in and sitting beside her, keeping his body between her and the open door as he fires down on the leftover enemies.

“You’re bleeding y/l/n” Price notes

She hesitated, her instincts to take care of herself kicking in. “I’m fine”

“Make sure you get that taken care of when we get back” he responds, his strict tone making her nod. She places a hand on Gaz’s arm and stares out of the door, watching the scenery as they fly back to base.

Once they arrive Ghost exits the chopper, while Price and Johnny carry the stretcher with Gaz on it to the med bay, he watches her stand and walk to the edge. He holds his arm out, she takes it and jumps down. Instantly feeling better now that they were back on base. She hurries after Gaz, Ghost hot on her trail. She enters the med bay and informs the others of his status. Before she could put gloves on to begin a blood transfusion Ghost grabbed her arm causing her to look up at him in annoyance.

“You need to get that taken care of” he gestures to the blood dripping down her arm.

"Fine" she says walking into the office, she takes off the long sleeve, leaving her in a black tank top. Ghost follows her into the office, his breath catching in his throat as he stares at her in awe. He hadn’t seen so much of her skin before. Typically her arms were covered by scrubs and a long sleeve underneath. His eyes follow from her chin down to her chest, admiring every inch before she looks up at him.

“I’m good” she says

"Someone needs to take care of you for once," Ghost replied firmly, his eyes betraying a depth of concern she hadn’t seen before.

She nods and watches him take off his gloves, washing his hands as he puts some latex on. She gulps at the sigh of his tattoos and clenches her legs involuntarily. Ghost carefully cleaned and dressed the gash, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"Thank you for saving me," she said softly, her eyes meeting his.

Ghost looked at her, his expression serious but soft. "We look out for each other"

The bond between them, forged in the crucible of battle, had strengthened. They were comrades, but in that moment, they became something more—a team bound by trust and mutual respect, ready to face whatever came next together.

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aishangotome · 4 months ago

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Roger Barel: Chapter 6

Chapter 5

♡———♡

The courtyard of Crown Castle echoed with the lively voices of Kate and the others.

There, two shadows lurked unnoticed---.

Nika: Hmm, looks fun. The Crown is more friendly and "family-like" than I imagined.

Ring: .............

Nika: What is it, Ring? Do you perhaps want to be friends?

Nika: No way. You know we didn't come here to make friends.

Ring: I know. I will only obey Dari and you.

Nika: I don't intend to make you a puppet, but if that's what you want, do as you please.

His eyes, peeking through the gaps in his ash-blue hair, eventually focus on Roger.

Nika: Roger Barrel. It seems he's doing research related to the curse bearers.

Ring: Research on the curse bearers? What is he... trying to do?

Nika: Who knows? Maybe it's research that will hinder our ambitions.

Nika: It could even shake the very meaning of our existence.

Ring: ... Should we eliminate him?

Ring: I'll take care of him without anyone noticing.

Nika: What are you saying, Ring? We're here as goodwill ambassadors.

Nika: We need to be white and clean, for now.

Nika: Besides, he's a man who could be either poison or medicine for Vogel. It's best to let him swim for now.

Nika: But...

A ferocious smile suddenly appears on his lips.

Nika: The nail that sticks out gets hammered down, the beautiful flower gets plucked.

Nika: It would be nice if someone other than us noticed him and eliminated him.

---At the same time.

The "Her Majesty's Most Honorable Privy Council" in the palace was filled with irritation.

Privy Councilor: It's been several days since the "Vogel," a direct organization under the German Emperor, arrived as goodwill ambassadors.

Privy Councilor: How dare the Vogel Director and his subordinates show no interest in us.

Privy Councilor: They only show interest in "Crown"...

As one spat out with hatred, the other councilors also began to curse the Crown viciously.

Privy Councilor: Crown, with their strange power of curse bearers, doing as they please in Her Majesty's presence...

Privy Councilor: They should be erased, a stain on our country!

Privy Council Member: Her Majesty must be out of her mind to keep those cursed monsters.

Privy Councilor: Before the existence of the Crown is exposed to the public, we, the Privy Council, must protect Her Majesty.

Privy Council Member: To do that, we must force Crown to disband.

That is what the "Her Majesty's Most Honorable Privy Council" desires.

Privy Council Member: ... But, to speak out against an organization directly under Her Majesty, we need to find their weaknesses.

Privy Councilor: Let's immediately look for weaknesses. The best material to force Crown to disband.

Unaware that darkness is once again creeping up on the "Crown"...

Kate: Sigh... Finally, it's over.

Finally released from the self-defense class, I was climbing the stairs, feeling completely exhausted.

(I need to train my legs and core more...)

Exhausted, I rubbed my tired legs, barely able to climb the stairs.

On these legs - under my skirt, a garter belt is wrapped around, and there's a hidden gun.

The gun was a gift from Roger.

*earlier*

Roger: Kate, I'm giving this to you. I got a good one from Victor's armory.

Kate: A gun...?

Roger: Hand it over. I'll teach you how to shoot.

I returned the gun to Roger, and a few seconds after he took aim, he shot the distant target without a single miss.

(Amazing...)

Roger: The height of the muzzle is determined based on the opponent's feet. If it's close range, the muzzle should be pointed downwards, and if it's long range, it should be horizontal.

Roger: In spaces with obstacles like rooms or trains, you might point it upwards, but that requires considerable training to stabilize.

Roger: If the muzzle wavers, the chances of hitting your allies increase, so remember that the basics are to point it downwards.

Roger explained while actually demonstrating how to hold the gun.

Roger: That's about it. The rest is just practice.

Kate: I'll try...

The gun was returned to my hand, and I held it as instructed, with Roger moving behind me.

Roger: Grip it like this. Yeah, that's good.

Roger: Put your finger on the trigger... No, don't grip it deeply with your finger. Just lightly.

Kate: Yes.

Roger: Relax... Now pull it straight back.

Roger's hand slowly moved away, and I focused my strength only on the finger on the trigger.

--A dry sound echoed, and the bullet slightly hit the target.

Roger: A little more to the left. Shoot all the bullets.

Kate: ...

My arm position was corrected, and I pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Roger: 1 hit out of 6 shots, 2 bullets grazed the target. Not bad for your first time.

Roger: We'll incorporate this into your training, so make sure to do push-ups every day from now on.

Roger: And...

Roger: Kate, think of this as your last resort weapon, only for self-defense. Okay?

*back to present*

(Roger looked a bit scary back then... No, he had a serious expression.)

As I remembered and my breath trembled slightly, I heard the sound of a piano from somewhere...

(A beautiful melody. Who is it...?)

As if drawn by the melody, I followed the sound and opened the door.

William: ...........

There, I saw William playing the piano.

William glanced at me, then continued his dramatic playing, raising his fingertips high.

The piece gradually approached its end with a decrescendo, and as the faint afterglow of the final note dissolved into the air, I offered generous applause.

Kate: It was you playing the piano, William. It was a wonderful performance.

William: Thank you for your kind words, Kate.

William, who gracefully placed his hand on his chest in response to the applause, suddenly lowered his gaze.

William: Ah... you were given a gun. A robin carrying a gun, quite a picturesque image.

Kate: How did you know? It's hidden under my skirt.

William: Your gait. When conducting undercover investigations, be careful not to let your surroundings notice.

Kate: My gait... I haven't thought that far yet.

William: But it seems you're growing quite a bit. Was it the "Robin Growth Map"?

(Ugh... It's embarrassing to hear that directly.)

William's blood-colored eyes, smiling, held a gentle power that seemed to see through everything.

(William is a mysterious person.)

(I feel like he understands everything, but I don't find it unpleasant.)

William: Kate, do you know why Roger uses a shotgun?

Kate: No... Come to think of it, Roger is the only one who uses a shotgun.

(While most members use swords or pistols...)

The shotgun Roger carries is large and conspicuous, and as an amateur, I think it would be very difficult to handle and not very convenient to use.

Kate: I have the image that shotguns are originally weapons used by people with good eyesight.

Kate: So at first, I wondered why, but...

William: One reason is that he often went hunting with his father and was familiar with it. The other is because of his "abnormal hearing."

I opened my eyes wide, receiving an unexpected answer.

Kate: Ah, because Roger can figure out where the target is by listening to the sound!

William: Exactly. Rather than risk getting injured at close range, shooting from a distance allows him to avoid that.

William: It's very Roger-like, prioritizing efficiency.

William: But that's the official reason, and I think there's another reason.

Kate: Another reason...?

William: Do you know, Robin?

William spoke gently.

As if telling a gentle fairy tale.

William: It's said that 80% of those who are forced to hold a gun in war "deliberately" don't shoot the enemy.

Kate: ... I didn't know that.

That number was much higher than I imagined.

Kate: Even if they are enemies, I guess shooting a person takes that much of a toll...

William: What about in the case of a shotgun?

William: A shotgun is originally a tool for hunting animals, not for shooting people.

William: Using it to kill people, even for the sake of judgment, would be an undeniable evil for him, from the standpoint of a former doctor.

At that moment, I remembered Roger's serious face when he taught me how to use a gun.

William: I heard from Victor that Roger himself chose the shotgun when he joined the Crown.

Kate: You mean he deliberately chose the shotgun...?

William's smile indicated affirmation.

Roger, who deliberately chose a shotgun and kills people to judge evil despite having the skills to save lives.

Roger, who has more medical knowledge than anyone else, yet calls himself a former doctor and lives in this darkness.

(... The more I get to know Roger, the deeper my questions become.)

I wonder "why" Roger decided to live in Crown.

It's not just intellectual curiosity - that much is clear...

(I wonder if I'll ever be able to ask him the reason.)

(Still, William is...)

Kate: Um, why did you tell me about Roger?

William: Hmm?

Kate: You don't seem like the type to talk about people without a reason.

William: ... That's true.

William furrowed his brow thoughtfully.

William: Perhaps because people should meet others when they need to, and be given wisdom when they need it.

Like a precept written in the Bible, its meaning cannot be understood at once.

But I felt like I had found some kind of "guidance."

Kate: It's a little difficult to understand, but... thank you.

William: You're welcome.

Kate: Ah, that's right, William!

(There was something I wanted to ask.)

Kate: I heard that there are medical books in the palace library.

William: Medical books?

Kate: Well... since I'm by Roger's side, I thought I should have some knowledge in my head.

William: Then wouldn't it be faster to ask Roger?

Kate: That's not possible.

William: Why not?

--CHOICES--

I want to grow and make him happy

I want to make him eat his words

I want to keep it a secret and surprise him

---------------

Kate: I want to keep it a secret from Roger and surprise him later.

William: A special surprise, I see.

William chuckled upon hearing my plan.

William: In that case, I'll guide you. Of course, it'll be a secret from Roger.

That night, Roger and I were called to Victor's office in the palace.

Victor: Roger, and your personal Fairytale Keeper, Kate- Her Majesty has a mission for you.

(Another mission...)

Since Roger started teaching me various things, I've been feeling my daily growth.

Thinking that the time had come to test my abilities, my back naturally straightened.

Victor: There's a certain village in the rural farmland outside the city.

Victor: It's a small village, but it's a special place where they live by their own unique rules.

Roger: Hmm, you mean a village with traditional customs. So, what happened there?

Victor: A few days ago, skeletal remains were found in the mountains near that village. A large number of them.

It was a reminder that the previous infiltration mission to the "Death Party" was easier than usual.

I swallowed the fear rising in my chest and organized the mission details in my head.

Kate: But burial is common in this country, and if it's a unique funeral custom of that village...

Victor: I thought so too. So, as we investigated further, we found out...

Victor: The police officers who went to investigate haven't returned since they went to the village.

(Even the police...? That can only mean something happened in the village.)

Victor: And, there's one more thing we found out.

Victor: It seems there's a leader called the Spirit God in that village. They say this man can cure diseases.

(Spirit God...? What's that...?)

Roger: That's incredibly suspicious! | Kate: That's so incredibly suspicious!

We frowned and spoke out at the same time.

Roger: I see, if it's related to diseases, then I'm the right person for the job.

Roger: Besides, there's a possibility that this man is a new curse bearer...

Kate: A new curse bearer?

Roger: No, it's something else.

(What is it?)

As I tilted my head, Roger declared triumphantly.

Roger: Alright, Kate and I will infiltrate that village.

Roger: And we'll expose whatever evil is lurking in that miniature garden. Right, Kate?

(This time, I'll make sure to fulfill the mission without being a burden as a Fairytale Keeper!)

Kate: Yes, leave it to me.

Victor: Thank you. Liam, who can disappear, has already infiltrated and is gathering information.

Victor: Once you enter the village, contact him discreetly so as not to be noticed.

Victor turned to us and said,

Victor: Roger, Kate. Be careful not to get hurt. Now, be loyal to your own evil.

He sent us off with words befitting the "Crown."

Chapter 7

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wisteriagoesvroom · 9 months ago

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schools of thought: part 2 🦊

A landoscar college AU, told through social media

to catch up, check out part 1 here

author's notes

thank you for your patience and the kudos on part 1 🤧 irl stuff happened and i worked on a different story for a while before getting back to this one

ignore timestamps, they don't really matter

if you enjoy it, please consider liking / reblogging / commenting! 💙

—————we pick up at the federation U library———————

lando's studying late. it's a tuesday, and there aren't too many people there - just him, linda the librarian who isn't particularly impressed at anything or anyone, and a couple of other students on other islands of desks, stuck in their own world.

lando doesn't find academic work impossible per se, it's more the sustained attention that gets challenging. and contrary to how he seems, he does actually work hard at his core modules. even if he isn't sure exactly to what end, yet.

the screen's blazing bright and lagrange's theorem is starting to make his brain statick-y, so lando rubs his eyes. one of those advice pages on tiktok said changing tasks could help sometimes to refocus on his studying. something about crop rotation or switching channels of the brain or something. if it's on social media, it must be true.

so he opens his design software instead and makes a party invite.

he sends a prayer to the holy trinity of tiesto, guetta and darude for his very basic photoshop abilities. and an extra hail-van-helden for the free software that he pirated off charles.

the party playlist is already whirring in his head. definitely some garage smashed with some old school hip hop, and he's sure there's a way to get some hans zimmer piano in there. whatever, it'll work.

satisfied with his efforts, lando sips from his hydroflask. (the drink is one part instant coffee, one part spicy honey, and a lot of hot water. carlos gives him shit about it all the time, but carlos is spanish and generally prone to dramatics when it comes to coffee and just about everything else.)

still focused on his important task of Procrastinating His Stabilizer Equations, lando texts max.

linda, to her credit, only glared at him once when he started humming kid cudi under his breath.

and judging from experience, max and charles are going to be a while, so there's nothing for lando to do but stare at the wall and keep working on his playlists. oh, and his math assignments.

meanwhile, oscar gets a ping from logan.

what is there to say about the meeting really, oscar thinks. uneventful. ———————earlier——————————

the first project catch-up with lando, they'd met under the campus bee statue. a sunny afternoon, but the campus was quiet, half of them having decamped to the nearby hills or beach for a change of scenery. it was just the pleasant and tolerable buzz of other students enjoying the warmth and doing university student things. he'd spotted a couple of people with picnic blankets out. he hadn't brought a picnic blanket, thinking this would be a quick meeting.

lando had appeared in a blur of white and orange, like a y2k elf. ear piercing, music festival rubber bracelets and all. in a t-shirt that said i'm acute angle.

"'sup osc!" lando said.

"that t-shirt's gramatically incorrect. technically." oscar had replied.

"whaa-aat. but more to the point, it's funny."

"i guess. did you do the reading yet? thought it'd be good to talk roles and responsibilities and maybe a project timeline."

"timeline?" lando said, as he tossed his backpack down and flopped on the lawn. lando extracted two heinekens from a side pocket and went through a complicated manouvre of opening them with his room keys. "thought we'd maybe crack open a beer and just chat, matey."

i'm not your matey, oscar thought. i'm a passenger to whatever train of chaos it is that you're driving and i'd like to get off.

oscar's skin prickled as he realised the double meaning of get off. he also tried to not think too hard about how overfamiliar lando was acting towards him. the worse thing was: there was a bigger part of him that was probably willing to let lando get away with it.

lando seemed to be ignoring whatever existential crisis oscar was going through. instead, lando was going on and on about philosophical youtubers and sparknotes. lando was so animated when he spoke, too: hands always in gestures, as if excitement buzzed directly out of his fingertips and onto oscar. there was a sparkle in his eyes, blue sliding into grey, that made oscar want to sit on his hands. because they were the kind of eyes they wrote about in regency novels, the windows to the soul kind of melodramatic nonsense. that would make him want to do stupid shit. like, get-in-the-way-of-the-project-grade kind of stupid shit.

so it took oscar a lot of energy to focus in that first meeting. he thought he did a pretty decent job picking up the thread of conversation, around the part where lando had called foucault's theory "the indiana jones thought thingy."

"i think you mean archaeology of knowledge."

"right! right." lando said, as he beamed up at him.

oscar had suddenly felt overly warm, then. probably just the sun on the quad, he thought to himself. he was from australia, so technically he should've known better, and worn adequate SPF. he'd have to set a phone reminder for that at a later point. he refused to be fooled again by the european summer and its apparently hypnotic effects. even if those hypnotic effects were probably mostly caused by a menacing parallel phenomenon that oscar would call solarus landonitus.

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later, oscar's cooks dinner, and tries to decipher the instructions on the back of a frozen bag of beef mince. pato and logan are away at a football game across the border in italy, an overnighter thing.

his phone vibrates. it's lando.

oscar's hands hover over the letter keys. a party? he couldn't think of anything worse. but lando said a couple of friends, and it's true oscar hasn't really partied, and he thinks hanging out with his D&D friends doesn't really count. there had been that one instance in first year when oscar had gone to try and meet logan and pato at the ministry of sound, and he'd accidentally ended up at the ministry of state government building. after that, he'd figured parties weren't really fated for him.

but. lando, social butterfly lando, campus personality lando is the one asking. and logan's right, oscar probably does take himself too seriously.

osc types and deletes at least four different responses before be replies. he is an eng lit major, he tells himself. surely he should be better at crafting his words than this. but sometimes it is what it is.

so it isn't a commitment, and it isn't a hard no, either.

oscar stares at his phone. it's gone quiet. lando's moved on – probably uploading an instagram story. or smashing his too keyboard loudly in a public space as he solves a polynomial. or making a new and unlikely EDM song out of radiator noises, or whatever it is that lando "i'm so cool" norris decides to do with his free time.

oscar is studying the dorm kitchen tiles, thinking about not thinking about lando, when his pasta water boils over. it hits the induction stove with a loud hiss.

"shit!" osc yelps. he grabs a nearby dish towel to wipe it up.

the pasta ends up both soggy and under salted, but he eats it anyway. mind turning all the while.

——————stay tuned part 3 (hint: party party)————————

p.s. if you want to be tagged/notified on the next part/updates just lmk in comments or DM and i'd be happy to!!

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nobylu · 11 months ago

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Long Ass Logical Lore Conclusion Of The Balor (art at the end)

Let me put you on two trains of thought that will crash together like trucks on Mythbusters in a way that will make sense when they're together.

Train 1: Healing via putting numbers back on your health bar during battle is pretty rare in Lancer. There's really only two robots in the current edition of the game that can do it - the Lancaster can heal everyone and the Balor can fix itself. In fact, I'd argue that the Balor is defined more by healing than the Lancaster - you heal on your turn, you heal more on your turn if you activate your core power, you heal immediately after battle without expending repairs IF YOU ARE A BALOR AND YOU HAVE DAMAGE YOU HEAL and your DM vows to focus all fire on you so at least you take some kind of damage that's permanent (but then you activate your core power and say fuck you DM i rolled a d6 and got a 6 so actually there's no structure damage i am fine because I am a Balor)

Train 2: We all know and love that the Balor is just nanites on some sort of structure and that it goes yum yum yum on anything standing near it via the power of Scouring Swarm and Swarm Body (2-11dmg if you're standing next to one, if you dont know), but now we gotta ask - how do the nanites know where the robot ends and where the pilot begins? WHAT IS STOPPING THE NANITES FROM GOING AUTO YUM YUM YUM ON MY PILOT BECAUSE MY PILOT IS VERY ADJACENT TO THEM. I argue that what is keeping the nanites from snacking on their pilots is that the swarm knows what a human body is supposed to look like on several different levels. If they just know to not eat the skin, then the moment the pilot gets hurt because something got them when an enemy was shooting at the quote "angry water" that is the Balor then they get eaten from the inside out and turned into a fashionable human-sized human-shaped artisan raw leather bag because all the swarm knows not to touch is the pilot's skin. They also gotta know more than "a person is a head, torso, and four limbs" because then the bees will be the Diogenes to our Plato the moment, say, a space murder tiger comes into contact with the nanites and the bees will also cease to recognize the pilot when the space murder tiger rips off a leg because you know what's gonna happen the moment the pilot becomes a head, torso, and THREE limbs you guessed it it's yum yum yum time and now the swarm is the space murder tiger's, congratulations to the lucky tiger. So they gotta know skin, muscle, bones, blood, pilot's DNA, nerves - THE WHOLE NINE YARDS and probably how they sort of go together. (also probably clothes because i'd hate to pilot my bees and come out with my whole entire dick and balls and titties in the breeze because my bees atomized my fit and won't give it back). The subsequent collision of Train 1 and Train 2:

If Balors are greedy heal bots and know how people are put together, what is keeping them from healing their pilots. NOTHING, IS WHAT I SAY. I posit that Balor nanites can, in fact, fix their pilots because bodies are just the frames for the computational core that is the brain. How well you want them to fix their pilots is up to you - for me, the answer is poorly and with balor-ification. Mechanically, it can't be instantly because that would be busted and poor sport, but you can theme your Balor Pilot's revival upon their unfortunate death likely of reactor stress (RIP my shit heat cap) as "they got fixed up by their nanites". And if you really really want, you can add nanites to your Pilot like I did with my guy, Diederik.

Nanite Infestation and the Small Balor Stability Problem

You're familiar with that part of Balor lore that says that they don't work on anything smaller than size 2 because they just need SO MUCH ENERGY, so how do I justify through lore that my pilot has these nanites while also not acting as a size 1/4 Balor. The way I've perceived it is that Diederik, my boy my man my guy, is host to a swarm that 1) does not operate in its fullest capacity and 2) subsequently cannot do mech-level combat.

Balors have specialist nanites used in specific weapons like the Hellswarm, CONSUME/HIVE, and SWARM/HIVE. Something that can damage a mech probably is super energy-hungry, so we can have those be turned off. The only activated nanites would be structural nanites, sensor nanites, greywash (the part that eats), and reconstruction nanites that take what the greywash atomizes and glues it together like a 10 year old making a clay model of a person that makes you go "oohhh, thats... nice. Great job??? It looks just like me?". Just enough nanite activity that it can be powered by the human body at the low low price of "eat more food". (For Diederik, I've gone another step and will say that the reactor of the Balor is made of reactor nanites but that running them inside a human body uuuhhhh cooks it so those are off too.)

The cool thing about having Balor nanites permanently on you is that you can flavor all sorts of things as nanite shit. My pilot melee weapon is nanite knuckle dusters. I flavor my successful pilot-level rolls as the nanites doing something or alerting of something. I'm running the Bond Magus so all my Magus powers are just nanites doing their thing - skincrawl (get a bad feeling and react fast) is just the nanites telling Diederik about the bad thing in time for him to react, Geist (touch someone and experience what they do while unobserved even when far away) is just planting a nanite bug on them, Possession (ask the dark presence inside you a question) is just asking The Maw their/its opinion, etc.

(Another tidbit to chew on is that the swarm is still going to run a little toasty, so pilots hosting Balor nanites post healing are in turn going to be a little toasty just kind of always. Hello 100 freedom degree perma-fever.)

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gummyfang · 1 year ago

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♡♡♡ | ˗ˏˋ SUBORDINATION ´ˎ˗

➳　【 D a r t h　V a d e r　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ】

❧ Warnings: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 / 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐥

[ 2.3𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ]

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i get it we all love ani but regrettably my ass fell for the bald evil chicken nugget instead. people dont write for DV enough sooo here i am <3 though he doesnt take off the mask sos pretend its anakin if u like. please note this is half written to force myself through writers block so this isnt the quality i usually write but its gotta do it

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ♡

“This– This is highly unprecedented, Lord Vader.”

Your voice pushed itself out of your lungs in quivers and breaths, unable to stabilize itself against your pulsating nerves. If you’d had half a mind to speak from a place of rationality, you would have known that the inkling of a suggestion you were speaking against the Sith Lord provided enough reason for him to squeeze every ounce of life out of your limp body and toss it to the ground.

Lucky for you, he had different plans for your body.

Though the dark opaque lenses obscured his eyes from your view, you could practically feel his golden gaze pierce through your body. The burning sensation stirred and prodded at your core. He already had you in his stern grasp, and he hadn’t even started yet.

“Your protests are merely performative. You have done nothing but bring this situation onto yourself.” Although the robotic vocoder neutralized his tone, the sneering intent of the comment was not lost on you.

And he was right.

Here you were, sitting sprawled out in his lap, your legs loosely wrapping themselves around his hips as you straddled the taller man’s lap. Your hands clutched onto the coarse fabric covering his robotic upper arms, as if you might topple over if you didn’t stabilize yourself against him. You hardly had any status to speak of, your role within the hive of the Empire negligible when compared to the Lord you were pressed up against. And yet, when being seated in this position, looking up at him like you were a pet, it felt like whatever dignity you had left was crumbling right before your eyes.

This was bound to happen. Probably, at least. Hums and whispers drifted around the corridors of the ship about the extent of Vader’s capabilities. Everyone knew of his unorthodox method of execution, although the less physical nature of his power was shrouded in rumor.

In your own defense, even if you had believed the word that he could hear thoughts as if they were spoken, you’re not sure if you could have controlled your train of thought around him regardless. Your attraction to the Sith Lord was loud and bold, overtaking the clarity of your mind whenever you found yourself around him. The only feeling that rivaled your lust was your shame. It ensured you kept your mouth shut and your attraction under lock and key. You knew damn well that any kind of disrespect could get you killed, letalone this.

Unlucky for you, secrets were hard to keep from Lord Vader. On top of that, your thoughts just happened to be damn loud. Whenever Darth Vader found himself near you, his own mind flooded with your filthy imaginations effortlessly. At first it wasn’t something he acted upon. Mainly because he wasn’t entirely sure what he would do about it. To respond to these matters meant acknowledging them, and Vader found himself unsure of whether or not he wanted to do so.

But the more Vader was exposed to those indecent thoughts, of how you yearned for his fingers to slip between your folds, for his gloved fingers to drag in and out of your soaked cunt deliciously, the more he found those thoughts becoming his own. The more powerful the urge to take in the view of your meek body beneath his own, and the more he was overtaken by the need to mold your body to his touch like clay.

And the more you exposed him to your mind with your mere proximity, the more he’d started to consider indulging in your mutual fantasies. You’d grown somewhat careless, deeming the rumors to be just that, your curiosity drawing you closer to him when it was just the two of you. Before you’d realized, you were pulled into his grasp.

You swallowed thickly, shame and sheer embarrassment forming a lump in your throat. Was this punishment? No, it couldn’t be. Lord Vader’s methods of punishment were much more cruel, more direct. And although your mind struggled to accept it, it left you with little guesses as to what his intentions could be. Still, even when his fingers were tracing your ribs up and down as if he were counting them, your mind desperately sought for the verbal confirmation.

“But- why?”

Your words vented out between your lips in hot puffy breaths as Vader’s fingers ghosted over your clothed chest. His touches lacked experience, but were laced with intent under his watchful gaze.

“You are feigning ignorance.” he scoffed, his hands firmly settling onto your waist. He’d made it clear he wasn’t going to tell you what you already knew. All you could do was whimper quietly as his hands dipped down, wasting no more time as his fingers hooked around the waistband of your pants and started tugging the fabric down.

You lifted your hips obediently, allowing him to proceed. Vader wasted no time with discarding the dark piece of clothing before firmly yanking you back against his own body. You couldn’t hold down a yelp as your skin met the cold, hard material of his armor. The dark mask tilted to the side, and for a moment you could swear he was amused by how easily you folded under his touch.

In this position, pressed up against him so closely, you swore you could feel everything. The sound of your own blood rushing in your ears was only overpowered by the artificial noises of his suit steadily compressing and decompressing, the hot air venting against your bare skin. You could feel the biological remnant of his upper leg flex against your clit, causing you to freeze up slightly with a soft whimper.

But most of all, though the sight was obscured from you by those red-tinted lenses, you felt that golden stare piercing through you. Was he enjoying this? Was any of this genuine? Or was this just a cruel game of subordination? “You concern yourself with the specifics of the situation too much. This is what you wanted, no?”

It was like each of his words filled and pulled at the crevices of your mind. You’d heard of the Sith’s methods in altering people’s thoughts and ideas, but despite your lack of sensitivity to the Force, it did not feel like that’s what he was doing. No, Vader was simply exploring. Using what he found to guide you in the directions he wanted you to go. And, to be frank, you were more than eager to follow.

Your tongue stuck to your palate dryly as you opened your mouth slightly, soft yet nervous breaths fogging up his dark armor, and Vader took your silence as an invitation to continue. Even if you did have any genuine complaints, he surely would have been aware of them by now.

The fabric of his gloved hand dragged coolly against your skin, having found its way beneath your uniform and simply discovering the dips and shapes of your body. With every touch, your nerves seemed to crackle. You cursed yourself for being so sensitive, so nerve-wrecked.

His thumb presses down on the small gap between two of your ribs, tracing its way down before stopping at your thigh. Despite his movements lowering towards your aching center of arousal, his helmet never seemed to dip down. His line of sight remained transfixed on you, your expressions, your feeble attempts to keep your feelings under control.

A thick silence where nothing happened had suddenly overtaken the situation. Where everything had previously been so overwhelming from the Sith Lord’s probing and prying at your mind and body, suddenly the stagnant mechanical breathing was all you could hear.

As you would soon learn, this silence was just the calm before the storm.

The blood flow ringing in your ears seemed to grow a little louder. External hums and buzzes weighed down on you, as if the air permeating through the room had grown thicker.

Vader’s hands still hadn’t moved. His hand remained right where it was, the leathery texture of his glove just barely grazing your bare skin. And yet you could feel him. Further down. Touching you.

Your mouth fell open in a soundless gasp as an electric, buzzing pressure built itself up against your clit. You could feel the pressure dip between your folds, teasingly circling around the area you wanted to feel it in most, before dragging its way back up.

Whining softly, you let your head drop down until your forehead rested on the Sith’s shoulder, sucking in a few uncertain, shaky breaths. The pressure was firm, overwhelmingly so, but not enough for it to hurt. Vader seemed to have flawless control over how he wanted to touch you.

He finally managed to wrench a loud whine from your throat when you could feel his Force touch suddenly drag over your clit roughly. But this time, his touch did not dip back down. The pressure started to circle around the little bud, lingering in the places that would draw the loudest noises from you.

It was an indescribable sensation. The buzzing pleasure reached deeper than your fingers, or any other man had ever accomplished, for that matter. It almost felt like the sensations were reaching down deeper inside you. Hell, for all you knew, they were. The only thing you did know is that if he kept going like this, your orgasm would come crashing down within minutes.

“Your resilience isn’t quite what you have made it out to be in your mind.”

Vader’s words snap you out of the pleasured stupor you were losing your mind to. Though his modulator would have cut out any sneering lilts to his tone of voice, the comment almost sounded like more of an observation. Your mind was likely betraying things in the moment that even he hadn’t been aware of before this point.

Your eyes look up at him, pupils blown out and lips parted. His gaze remains fixated on you, the invisible touches never faltering in tempo or intensity.

One of his hands was hovering above your thigh. The muscles in his fingers and the back of his palm were contracted, slightly curled, only slightly strained to keep you in his grasp. His other hand suddenly began moving up, and you soon felt the cold leather covering his fingertips brushing over your cheek. Four of his fingers rested on your cheek and jawbone, as he rested his thumb on your bottom lip.

At this point, your consciousness had abandoned you. All your mind could think about was him, and the pleasant vibrations between your legs. Without giving it a second thought, you slid his digit between your lips. The leather left a musky taste in your mouth, but you were too fucked out to care. Vader pressed his thumb down on your tongue, leaving you sighing out of your nose contentedly.

“Obedient little pet,” he hissed in a low tone.

The wrist of his other arm twisted a little. Neither your mind nor your body could have ever prepared you for the sensations that invaded your senses mercilessly.

Out of nowhere, the pressure had multiplied. Moved. Dear Maker, the feeling was deep inside of you now. Your eyes shot wide open as you almost bit down on his finger. Thankfully you had half a mind not to do so, remembering exactly whose lap you were sprawled out on.

“Do not stop.”

His command was harsh, a threat lingering behind his voice. You whimpered, fat tears sticking to your lashes as you continued sucking on him meekly, trying to stabilize your breathing.

The ever present tugging at your clit had been a lot to handle, having you teetering on the edge. This new sensation was on a whole new level. The vibrations deep inside you were harsh and unforgiving, brushing your cervix and leaving your pussy fluttering around the hot emptiness the Force left in its wake.

The pressure rammed itself against your gummy walls until it curled itself against that sensitive little spot. Your body tried to lurch forward with a harsh cry, but Vader’s grip on your jaw suddenly tightened painfully. He was keeping you right where he wanted you, where he could see all of your reactions to how he was bending your body to his very will.

You choked out a sob, overwhelmed by the pleasure, the pain, the vulnerability of it all.

The Sith finally removed his digit from between your lips, thumb instead brushing over your cheek in an almost tender manner. The slew of soft cries and pants sounded heavenly to him.

As the Force continued to abuse that gummy spot deep inside your cunt, you couldn’t hold on much longer. You cried out as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder, your pussy clenching down harshly around nothing as you felt the slick drip between your legs. Each aftershock had you forgettinghow to breathe, the pressure coaxing you through each pleasurable wave of your orgasm until you were lost in it.

But as your high gradually came to an end, you realized that the movements inside you had not. Far from it. The swirling pressures had started to accelerate, moving even more roughly, bruising your insides. You found the strength to lift your head, looking at him with a questioning tearful expression. His respirator cycled a few times before you heard what you could swear was a chuckle.

“You think this is over, little pet?” he sneered. “It is only over when I say it is.” You felt a particularly rough pressure against your G-spot, making you sob loudly in overstimulation. Vader leaned over, lifting your chin so he could observe every detail of your precious, ruined face.

“You really shouldn’t ask for things you can’t take.”

𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

@jellydodger

#star wars #gummyfang #darth vader x reader #darth vader #star wars x reader #♡.nsfw #♡.mlw #darth vader smut #star wars smut #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years ago

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

featuring austin butler

thigh riding (n): when one person opens their legs, and other person sits on their thigh, and proceeds to dry hump said thigh until climax or as a form of foreplay.

nsfw!

note ; lmao this isn’t kinktober anymore it’s kinkyear <3 decided to post this while y’all wait for lawki pt 1, had to rewrite this three times bc I hated it at first but yolo here we go, enjoy

warnings ; thigh riding, choking

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

You might have outdone yourself this time.

Sure, in retrospect, it was hardly an innocent gesture. What you did was enter the living room, white mini-skirt in tow, eyes beckoning for his attention despite the clear exhaustion that lingered behind his eyes. You curled up next to him, trying to feel the warmth radiating from his body as best as possible, his arm curling around you and squeezing your shoulder.

You were restless in his arms, and he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. He figured it could have to do with the fact that his girl needed attention because he’d been away for too long, and only he knew how to take care of her. You would say he was pretty spot on with that idea.

After you relentlessly moved around on the couch, your bare clitoris rubbing against the texture of the couch cushion, he had patted his thigh, motioning for you to perch yourself on him, without any notion or idea that you had a larger plan in the works. But, in record time, you found yourself soaking his sweatpants and your nails leaving crescent-shaped indents on his skin underneath the fabric. A strand of his blonde hair hung loosely over his forehead, ignoring any eye contact from you that would send him over the edge whilst gripping the television remote tightly.

He couldn’t really continue his act when you started shifting in his lap like a kitten in heat. He knew there were no panties. He could feel the wetness bleed through his sweatpants, a sharp inhale of breath as he felt his cock constrain in his boxers. With a discreet cough and his hands on your hips, he adjusted your body to where your clitoris was right on the middle of his thigh, and there was little backlash to that.

And that’s really how you ended up in this position.

Now, it’s easy to see he’s just as riled up as you are. His whole body goes up in flames as he presses his lips against your neck in a heated attempt to quell his own desires. “No panties. You’re fucking sick, baby,” His voice is dark, raspier than normal.

He chuckles sadistically, lifting up your white skirt to reveal your bare ass, running his smooth palm over it. He resists the urge to slap it, ignores whatever animalistic side of him is telling him to deny you of anything. But you don’t deserve that, you’ve been waiting for him so patiently at home while he’s been filming. “You know, you could’ve just told me you wanted me,” He teases.

You whimper pathetically, your hands gripping onto his knee for stability. Your legs shake from the longing of his cock to fill you up, every inch, make you full of him until you feel like you can’t breathe. “Austin,” You say hushed under your breath, like it’s a secret between just you two.

“C’mon, darlin’”, There’s a bit of that southern twang mixed in, makes you lose your train of thought completely and consumed by him. “Do whatever you need to do to me.”

And you can’t move, not even an inch, overwhelmed by desire as your core aches for any form of stimulation. You would opt for him inside you, but there’s a mutual understanding that he won’t let you do that just yet. Your eyes hone in on the television ahead, on the film he’s watching, something that doesn’t make you think about him.

He leans back against the couch cushions, runs a hand up and down your spine. A wave of shivers releases themselves, and you bite your lip in a last-ditch effort to control yourself. “Don’t get all shy on me now, princess.”

Your body moves before your brain does, rocking itself gently against the fabric of his sweatpants and creating enough friction to please you. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting — maybe you on your knees, with his heavy cock in your mouth, spit dribbling down the corners of your lips — but he was perfectly fine with this arrangement, with the way you could use him as your personal toy.

The repeated action is slow at first, timid, as you build up courage and speed, a want for your orgasm so deeply rooted in you that you’re already seeing white in your vision. “Jesus Christ, baby,” His calloused hands find your hips, guide your movements to a rhythmic beat.

You’re panting, moaning, as he rocks your body against his thigh, makes you feel all warm and fuzzy and whole inside. He’s not oblivious to the way he’s feeling about this, his erection outlining the grey sweatpants he wore so often. “Always so desperate for me, huh, baby? Couldn’t stand me being gone for so long?”

You let out a choked sob, something that sounds so ridiculous you would normally be embarrassed. All you can think of is cumming, on him, on his stupid sweatpants, leaving a wet stain that he won’t be able to get out. “N-No. I needed you s-so bad, Aus.”

His hands coming around to grasp around the circumference of your neck, pulling your body back into him, his mouth connecting to yours. You can feel his cock burrowing in between your ass as his hips buck into yours, a pleasant accident that elicits a groan from him. Your skin burns with a dizzying yearning to feel more of his heat and longing for you. It’s all far, far too much.

Your core aches, burns and gnaws as you chase your release, something fiery and desperate. His grip tightens around your neck, a token of his affection for you, the reminder that you belong to him. By now, your own thighs are slicked with your juices, almost certain that you’ve soaked the rug beneath you.

“F-fuck, I won’t be able to hold it in, Aus,” Your voice is strained, motions distressed and deprived. He fingers dig into your throat, almost cuts off your oxygen, has you digging your fingernails into his thighs so roughly you’re sure you’ll draw blood.

“That’s it, baby. Keep fucking yourself on my thigh,” His voice taunts you, a haunting melody. You gasp uncontrollably, a pitiful sound exiting your lips. You’re so close, your breathing ragged and thoughts jumbled, nothing but the feeling of your clitoris against the rough fabric devouring you.

He knows you can’t hold it any longer, sees it all over your face before he has to say anything. You moan out his name, over and over like it’s the only thing you know, your legs shaking around his as you release all over his pants, drenching them. He works you through it, releases his grip on your trachea, coos to you as your hips slow down.

Your body falls limp against him, eyes closed as you try and recover. “I’ve got you, darlin’. Got you right here,” He tugs you off his lap, pulls your body in closer to him, cradles you in comfort. “Feeling better?”

“Feeling like I’m never wearing panties again,” You mutter to yourself mostly, but he laughs as he hears the words.

“That works too,” He kisses your forehead, turning the volume back up on the television. For the moment, he’s not worried about getting off. He knows you’ll be back. You always are.

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masterlist + request

#angelina’s kinktober #haha #i still have to tag it as that for organizational purposes but funny right #austin butler #austin butler fluff #austin butler angst #austin butler fanfic #austin butler imagine #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #austin butler gif

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kesouu · 5 months ago

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Blue Star☆｡⁠*✯ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

(⁠☆) Narumi Gen x Oc

(｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ CHAPTER 2 +ﾟ⁠*｡⁠)

TW: Gore...

(⁠｡⁠•̀✧) sorry got excited HEHE (it's not as long as i'd like it to be tho) ALSO IMPORTANT!!! THIS HAPPENS LIKE 2 YEARS BEFORE THE MAIN PLOT!!!

7 years ago...

"Gen!" Hoshiko runs up to her best friend and uses his shoulders to jump up "Oi cut it out!" Narumi says stabilizing himself to not let him and the girl who was way too excited for God-knows-what so early in the morning. Hoshiko calms down and walks beside him "What's got you excited so God damn early?" The boy asks and Hoshiko's smile widens"It's almost time for us to graduate!" The girl spills "No more exams! No more waking up so early! Mom and dad have been making me decide on what to do after I grad but I'm still not sure...have you thought of anything?" She glances up at the boy "Nah, I don't really have any plans too, was planning on hanging out with you 'cause I'm going to get kicked out of the orphanage soon enough after grad since im considered an adult." Narumi explains as they finally enter school grounds, changing to their indoor shoes then finally separating to go to their respective classes.

"Bye Gen! See ya' later!" Hoshiko waves at Narumi who waits at the other end of the path that leads to the girl's house as he watches her go inside. It's become routine to Narumi, go to Hoshiko's house to walk to school together, hang out at lunch with Hoshiko, walk Hoshiko home before going home himself. He knew she could walk to and from school herself seeing how skilled she is with the staff from training in Bojutsu with Kendo as her required subject in middle school but he just wanted to make sure she was alright. He's about to enter the premises of his orphanage the sirens blare.

"A kaijuu has emerged in Chiba prefecture, in the city of Sakuragi. We advise all residents in the vicinity to seek safety immediately."

He goes into a sprint back to Hoshiko's house cursing in his head that he should have listened to his gut to hang out after school at your's. On his way he's stopped by large, grasshopper-like kaijuu. He grabs the arm of a deceased kaijuu left by the defense force and uses it as a sword to fight 'All you gotta do is damage that core thing right?' he thought slicing off the head on one of the 3 kaijuu infront of him 'Two more. Let's hurry this up."

Her knees felt weak, it felt like she couldn't breath like there was a lump in her throat that just wouldn't go down, it was as if she couldn't use her voice, was this all a bad dream? Was this really happening? "Ma?...Pa?..." Streams of tears leave Hoshiko's eyes as she stares her parents. Bodies mutilated with body parts cut from their torso's. The kaijuu notice her and start to lunge toward her as she forces herself to snap out of it and peels her eyes off her now deceased parents wiping her face then she runs up the stairs to grab her wooden bō from her room as the kaijuu follow her. She jumps out the window of her room a few cutting her arms, face and legs as she fell. She lead the kaijuu to the street 'Hopefully the defense force gets to me before I get killed.'

The first of the two kaijuu go to attack her as she dodges and hits the side of the its blade making it hit the ground beside her as the second comes to slice her as well. She jumps out of the way leaving the kaijuu to slice at the other kaijuu the mentioned screeching in pain as it's stomach area bleeds from the deep cut. "Ok, got a plan now." As she runs back between the two as both kaijuu prepare to strike at her she jumps up to the height of their necks and as they slice she uses her bō to dodge by stabbing it into the eye of the kaijuu and pulling herself up. She lands on the ground as both kaijuu slice the others heads off, she takes her bō drenched in blood from the eye of the kaijuu. Her vision turns hazy as she starts to give in to the mental stress and pass out.

"Hoshi!"

"Gen!"

The two run to catch eachother in a hug, one that Hoshiko really needed, Narumi could tell by the way she had blood that wasn't her own covering her school uniform clothes and how she looked up at him with tears lining her eyes that soon enough spilled. "Mom and dad....they.." the girl couldn't even continue as tears came flowing down her eyes endlessly choking on her sobs. "Shhh...it's alright, you still have me don't worry..." Narumi says rubbing her back "Let's get out of here, I'll bring you to the shelter. I've still got something to go back for so-" The boy is cut off when Hoshiko grabs him by the collar of his school uniform

"I watched those kaijuu mutilate my parents in my damn living room, I'll be damned if you get that same fate without me getting to do anything about it."

She was frustrated, frustrated at how helpless she felt when she could only stare at her parents as it happeneds frustrated that she could have done something, frustrated that it wouldn't have become this if she could have just moved but now she will, she'll pull herself together to protect the only thing she had left "Alright then..." Narumi walks toward the carcass of one of the dceceased kaijuu then breaks off one of its legs "We'll stick this onto your bō so you can actually kill these things"

The two got seperated in a fight with multiple grasshopper kaijuu after the last one remaining had run off with Narumi running after it. Hoshiko was feeling weaker and weaker after the mental and physical stress today had on her it definitely didn't help her when it started raining sending chills throughout her body. She was about to pass out until she heard Narumi's yelling and saw a group of defense officers 'He's okay!' but the closer she got the darker her vision became until it all faded to black with a faint shout of her name from a familiar voice and loud crashing occuring.

A gasp is the first sound that escapes Hoshiko as sat up in her hospital bed startlig the boy who was laying his head on her thigh as he slept sitting in a chair. "What the hell?!" Narumi yells out due to the sudden movement from the formerly limp body only to see the girl's harsh breathing as she frantically looked around when he raises his head to which he moves to rub her back and bring her in for a hug "Hey it's okay, it's over now don't worry about it..." Narumi grabs Hoshiko's face by the cheeks and makes her look up at him as his other hand held on of her own to his chest to feel his beating heart "...I'm okay see? You're okay too, take deep breaths alright? calm down for me." he says comfortingly as he brings her in for another hug feeling her breathing steady.

The steady breathing unfortunately doesn't last as quiet sobs and tears start to come out of her. "Ma and pa are gone..." Hoshiko sobs as she clutches onto Narumi's jacket as if he were going to leave like that if she let up for even just a second, in return Narumi holds her just a little bit tighter.

"...don't leave me too, 'kay?"

"I promise."

-☆☆

#narumi gen x reader #kn8 x reader #kn8 #kaijuu no. 8 #kaiju no. 8 #gen narumi x reader #narumi gen #gen narumi

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shaved-wampa · 9 months ago

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How can you not understand Bode..?

I had a thought. So I wrote a rant.

If you have kids, you probably understand already. But I can imagine most of the fanbase that actually played the game is pretty young. So I figured I can translate the situation for you:

...

Imagine you have this very special dog/cat. It's special, because you love it very much, but it's also well trained, obediend, deeply loyal, smart, cute,... just perfect. You would do anything for it.

But you are being hunted. You live on the run, moving from place to place, never settling down anywhere. You don't have a place you could call 'home'. You barely even interact with people, because you don't know who to trust. You don't go on long walks or to parks.

You sit inside an unfamiliar room with the curtains drawn and speak in hushed voices.

Your pet loves you and it tries hard to understand why you have to do this. But it's tired, depressed and this lifestyle is starting to take a toll on its health. You can see the pleading in its eyes every time you get up to move to yet another place: "let's stay, let's make a home, please".

But you can't. The only friend and family you have is your pet and you have to protect it at all costs; you've already lost too much and are broken to your core - you couldn't survive loosing your pet, too.

There's no one to help you, you're very lonely and very scared. There is nowhere you can run where they wouldn't find you. No way to make them stop.

Except one: submit.

You give yourself up to the people who hunt you, and do their bidding in exchange for a comfortable life and yours and your beloved pet's safety. You hope this will bring you more happiness. You hope to finally live a life that resembles the one you used to have.

And it works - at least at first. Before you betray the first friends you made under false pretenses. Before you watch your new bosses wipe out a settlement just because you reported 'enemy' presence there. Before you pay the price and the guilt sets in.

Your pet can feel how hard it is for you. It hates being left alone for so long, in this cold place where no one likes it. It hates how changed you are every time you return; it can feel the shadows that begin to claw at you and eat your soul. But it loves you and will do as you say.

So you keep up the game, clinging to the thought of providing stability and happiness for your pet. You lie and you steal and you betray and you kill. Every time a little piece of you dies, but it's okay, it's so that you and your precious pet could live well. It's worth the cost. It must be....

And little by little, the darkness surrounds you. It's so gradual you don't even notice. All you can see is the worry on your pet's face. It doesn't have the ability to explain why it's worried. You are still alone, even surrounded by all these people.

Then you find someone who you can actually consider family and have a real shot at being happy - it's a dizzying feeling, and for a moment, you believe you've finally caught your break.

But then they decide to take away your chance at the life you and your pet deserve and fought so fucking hard for... (and some gorgeous pickled jerk makes you hallucinate your worst fears ever as if they were absolutely real)... and that's the last straw. The last fucking drop of shit your life tosses at you. You crack.

You break and you break everything precious around you.

...

Now, I understand that people have different tastes in everything, and that Bode will never be some folks' cup of tea - and that's fine with me. But if you've reached this point of my story, can you at least finally see why he does what he does?

It's not an excuse. Nothing can really excuse the casualties of his quest for a better life for his daughter. But I hope we can at least agree that the circumstances weren't exactly in favor of "good" Bode.

Good Bode got fucked. Good Bode lost family, twice. Good Bode had to drag his child across the whole bleeding galaxy and feed them stolen scraps to keep them alive. Good Bode never stood a chance.

Bad Bode saved their lives. The fates of the people he was responsible for would have likely been sealed anyway, with the help of someone else. That was the regime. It squeezed the holy shit out of you until you either died, rebelled or submitted.

And Bode had a child to think of, so you can scratch the first two options.

So excuse me while I go simp for this man and write fics to put some good fortune in his path for a change. He deserves both.

#bode akuna #jedi survivor #star wars #rant #noshir dalal #because he came up with the backstory i love

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lieutenant-teach · 7 months ago

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Wandering around the galaxy, ex-Commander Cody and little Din Djarin meet an unexpected adversary, and Cody learns about a new burden he acquired unknowingly. 2/3 part (1 part), (part 3).

Cody enjoyed the planet Trask - being away from the Core Worlds, it remained unscathed by the Clone Wars; being small, not densely populated and lacking valuable resources, it wasn’t occupied by the Empire that aimed at most important and valuable planets and systems. No matter how much Cody disliked the Outer Rim for its mostly criminal population and their shady occupations, now he was glad to catch some breath in there.

Especially while he had a kid on his hands.

Din turned out to be a not very problematic child, though quite different from the cadets on Kamino. Not physically trained, which is a huge minus when you’re on the run. But, like a cadet, he didn’t complain about lack of comfort and stability in such life, though Cody tried his best to provide him with food better than rations. Regrettably, it required more sallies on the surfaces of various planets, thus it was more dangerous for both of them. Cody shuddered from a mere thought what the Empire would do if they were caught.

Apart from physical comfort, Cody attempted to give at least a little bit of emotional comfort to the kid. At times Din woke up crying, and Cody held him until the boy fell asleep again, exhausting himself from tears. At these moments Cody felt like breaking apart a bit every time, pressing Din to the chest, listening to his occasional whimpering in his sleep. The kid deserved a normal life, not all of this disaster happening to the Galaxy.

He felt both proud at a little brave cadet and bitter at a child forced to grow up too quickly when Din asked to teach him shooting.

They’d spent several days in the town in some kind of a ratty tavern, avoiding unnecessary questions and suspicions, as they easily passed for a father and a son due to similar complexion and hair and eye colour. Cody worried that he would be recognized for his distinct face, but not yet – the locals had never acquainted a Jango Fett clone before, and all the Republican propaganda portrayed troopers only in full armour, a very clever way to erase personalities. Though he continued to pull down the hood when walking the streets – just in case.

When one day they met someone from Cody’s past. Or, more precisely, from Kenobi’s past.

Cody felt someone was watching them. So did Din – the boy was glancing around nervously and squeezing Cody’s hand tighter. Cody lowered another hand near the blaster; if the follower was daring enough, they’d shoot right in the centre of the market brimming with unsuspecting citizens. And then he recognized a face in the crowd, watching him like a hawk. He raised an eyebrow, the person nodded to the street corner nearby, inviting for a talk.

– Where did you take the kid? – she attacked him with a low voice as soon as they turned the angle. Din hid behind Cody at the harshness.

– Hello there, Duchess Kryze, - Cody answered curtly. – I deserted.

– And still wearing their armour? – her hand was hovering over her own blaster, her posture tense as a nexu ready to strike.

– Better something than nothing, - he shrugged. – Why are you here? – He thought with regret that they’d have to leave the planet – if he met Bo-Katan Kryze, an heiress of Mandalore, who knows who else might hang around there.

– Why should I believe you? – she gripped her blaster, ignoring his query. – Who’s to say you don’t want to… - her eyes widened, she even took a step back. – How did you get it?!

– What? – Cody was taken aback, then he moved his free hand that wasn’t covering Din to the hilt of a saber on his belt.

– The Darksaber. How did you get it? – she hissed, her face twisting with anger.

Losing the blaster while fighting off the pirates intending to ransack your ship and sell the kid you take care of into slavery wasn’t fortunate. There were just too many for one man, as tough as Cody was – if not for Din’s shout ‘Cody! There!’ and him throwing something he dug seconds before from the mud. First Cody thought it was some dagger, but when the air hissed and enlightened with a brilliant black blade shining white on the razor-sharp edges and producing threatening buzz – he realized it was something different. Lucky him, he still remembered several lightsaber-wielding lessons General Kenobi gave him back during the war.

The saber was heavier than the General’s, almost non-cooperative, his first swings were clumsy and messy. But Cody knew he had to protect the kid, and with each movement the blade became lighter and lighter.

Still, Cody preferred non-Jedi weapons. So after fighting he disengaged it and clipped to a familiar spot on his belt – again, just in case of an attack. There weren’t many helpful blades conveniently lying around and waiting to be picked up during a skirmish, after all.

– Found it, - he shrugged again, playing nonchalant, mentally working out the ways of retreating.

Bo-Katan squeezed the fists, she was burning with barely controlled rage, though Cody couldn’t understand the reason. He remembered vaguely it was some Mandalorian weapon of historical significance – maybe, that was why she was so unhappy? She wanted a part of her culture back.

– You have no claim to this sword! – Bo-Katan raised her voice, then caught herself at a possibility of attracting unwanted attention of the passers-by and continued a bit softer: - This is a Mandalorian weapon, not designed for such like you! You have no right to wield it!

– I don’t have any ‘claim’, and you’re scaring the kid, - Cody intoned his ‘commander’ voice that some especially impressionable troopers called ‘regal’. Din mumbled ‘I’m not scared’ from behind his back and stepped a bit forward as if ready to confront Bo-Katan by himself. She threw a dirty look at the boy and turned her attention to Cody again, looking at him with thinned lips and narrowed eyes.

– According to an old Mandalorian tradition, whoever wields the Darksaber has the claim to the Mandalorian throne. But only in case of an honest fight.

– Duchess, I never intended to get involved in Mandalorian politics, - Cody felt an unpleasant feeling that despite his wishes he was getting tangled into something quite unsavory. – You can take the saber and overthrow your Governor Saxon or whatever, I’m not a part of it. – He knew this woman wasn’t sharing the peaceful policy of her sister, but frankly (and quite meanly) Cody didn’t give a flying kark about Mandalore. He knew these people had always had civil wars now and then ignited by their biggest ruling clans, and it couldn’t be worse than the Imperial occupation now. He even felt pity for Mandalorian citizens if all they wanted was to live in peace. Although, New Mandalorians were a very fresh change as per info he read, but the peace historically never lasted long on Mandalore.

But also there was one thing that turned almost all the clone troopers off while mentioning Mandalorians.

– I cannot just ‘take it’, - Bo-Katan spat and raised her chin proudly. – A true Mand’Alor must win it in a battle. Fairly speaking, I even feel insulted challenging such a disgrace to a Mandalorian. Dar’manda.

– Disgrace? – For one small second Cody’s stomach fell of rising fury born out of utter hypocrisy of this woman who had her opinions shared by all her compatriots. He didn’t even notice Din flinching as his voice dropped so low it was freezing cold as Hoth. – Did I ask to be created like this? Did any of us have any say in it? You dare to call me ‘soulless’ – where were you? – He stepped forward almost menacingly. – Where were you all, when millions of Mandalorian clones were being created and used in a war and discarded when ‘defective’, used as chipped puppets to kill the Jedi, who actually cared about us? So noble, so proud, so honorable Mandalorians – did you care about us? We, born Mandalorian, were never ever considered by all of you even as sentients, much less a part of you. We protected you – and you call me ‘disgrace’? Just because we were unfortunate enough to have some Mandalorian as our donor?

Bo-Katan clearly never expected such harshness and such words, moreover, it never ever crossed her mind – she even backed a bit, looking at Cody with surprise.

– You say this sword makes me your king? – Cody grabbed it from his belt and squeezed in his hand. – Who would even want to be your king? A people, who cannot live peacefully even on their own planet! Tearing themselves apart time and time again because of what – difference in traditions? At least we had a community – we, ‘disgraces’, as you love to call us.

Bo-Katan blinked, as if really seeing Cody for the first time. Cody exhaled sharply, only now realizing he was shaking with helpless rage – of unfairness, of disgust, of all this pain never noticed by the Republic. He steadied himself, composing his expression again. Glanced at Din, who was looking at him with a weird mixture of compassion, fear and determination.

– Take the sword, Lady Kryze, - Cody held out the hilt. – I reclaim my responsibilities that I obtained unknowingly.

– I cannot, - she didn’t hold out her own hand. – Challenge is obligatory.

– Then let the Empire and its minions continue ruining your people. Whatever, Duchess, - he threw the Darksaber into the mud to her feet. – I’ve said my piece.

#star wars #din djarin #commander cody #fanfiction #my fic #fanfic #cody and din #bo katan kryze #mandalorian culture #mandalorians critical #anti mandoclones #clones #clone troopers

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4theitgirls · 11 months ago

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a beginners guide to pilates

🎀 what is pilates?

pilates is a form of strength training exercise that focuses on low to medium impact movements to improve muscle tone, stability, endurance, and mobility. pilates also focuses more on the smaller muscles of the body compared to traditional strength or weight training.

🎀 benefits of pilates

including the benefits that exercise generally brings, pilates:

improves mind-body connection and body control

improves active flexibility and mobility

works the core, improving stability

improves coordination and balance

reduces mental and physical stress

works muscles that can be neglected in our daily lives

treats and prevents body pain, including menstrual pain

teaches you how to pair your breath with your body

keeps the joints healthy without putting pressure on them

🎀 where to start

while you can absolutely start with studio or reformer classes, you can also do pilates routines on youtube! i recommend move with nicole and dansique fitness. if you want to get your cardio in as well, i absolutely recommend eleni fit. her workouts are some of the best i’ve ever tried!

🎀 personal tips

keep your core in mind. core strength is a major benefit of pilates because each movement requires at least a mild amount of core work to keep your body stable, so do your best to keep the engagement throughout.

start slow. pilates movements can take a while to fully understand and it can take a while to build the mind-body connection, so don’t push yourself too far in the beginning. your coordination will improve over time!

don’t underestimate it! while the movements are generally slower than other types of exercise, you will work your muscles just as much and in a way they may not have been worked before. sometimes i even find pilates more difficult than hiit or weights!

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vee-crytraps · 7 months ago

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Kiss Me More | Ch 3 | { Eau D'bedroom Dancing}

Chapter Summary: 🔞A curious Robin perches on your windowsill. AN: New to posting fics on Tumblr, feel free to read here or over on Ao3 under the username VenusCrytraps. Same bat time, same bat channel.

{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist}

I'm in the sky when I'm on the floor The world's a mess and you're my only cure There's no time for me to act mature The only words I know are "more", "more" and "more"

Your phone was still on its charger, and it was definitely not ringing.

You had hoped that the absurdity of your lie and subsequent exit would mean that they would drop their crusade. It would have been par for the course for your family. Despite the fact that you should mostly be out the other side of it, they were used to your teenage drama. While they still certainly cared about you, there was no denying that your troubles, secrets and even lies were likely far from the baseline of what they would consider concerning.

The tension in your shoulders rolls off of you with the sleeves of your robe. The silk pools around your feet, your fingers twitching for the hem of your shirt before you pause. With an annoyed groan, you face your fluttering curtains and the chill breeze that carried them. Your window hadn’t been open a second ago.

“Damian, I swear to god-“

“Not quite.” Your eldest brother interjects, vaulting over the windowsill. With catlike balance, he perches on it with a stabilizing crouch. He’s wearing that smile again, the one that manages to convey a confidence that he was allowed to invade your personal space in such an insane way, while also boyish and sheepish enough to convince you not to be mad about his assumed welcome.

The wind rustles his slightly damp hair. His eyes glint with the usual mischief, and something else you’d rather not place. He doesn’t move. Just crouches there with his wrists resting on the caps of his knees, a knowing smile on his face.

You may not have the training he does, but you don’t need refined Robin instincts to know that your big brother clearly knows something and was trying to see if you were going to play along.

“So, do you want to talk about it, or are you going to keep acting suspicious?” His attitude is playful and teasing, but there’s something more serious underneath. Something that makes your senses tingle and your stomach flip.

It’s so fucking unfair, to have to witness his athleticism up close. You can see the way his muscles move under his skin as he steps off of the windowsill and into your room, moving from his crouch to lean back against the ledge. He watched you the way he did when you two were younger, with a casualness that was usually reserved between two siblings of the same gender. Like he was expecting you to keep undressing.

If things normal, maybe you would. You would slip off your frilly rich girl pajamas and pad over to your dresser for a department store bra and opaque tights. You could ask him which perfectly pressed skirt went with which blouse, and might even kneel before you and help you slip on a designer shoe with a modest heel. As if he were your own prince charming. But that was before. Before your mouth started going dry at the sight of him applying chapstick. Before the sight of him without a shirt literally made your mouth water. Before the awful ache in your core that refused to go away in the presence of a man you’d known for the majority of your life.

You stand there, your hands hover at the hem of your shirt as you quite visibly weighed the pros and cons of winning this particular game of chicken. Forcing yourself to relax, you casually saunter over him. You refuse to drop your guard, no matter how much worse this could get. Don’t give anything else away. Just because he knows something doesn’t mean that he knows about Jason, and even if he does, he might not be aware of just how far you two went. It’s fine. And probably nothing.

“Don’t you just look like the cat that got the canary.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you lean forward with a look on your face that is all business. “So. What’ll it be?”

Dick is leaning forward enough for you to reach out gently pinch his cheek without much effort. His gaze softens as it meets yours. His eyes are not searching yours, it feels more akin to…gazing, in a way you don’t think you’re ready to unpack. “What’ll what be?” He asks, leaning into your touch.

“The price of your silence.” You hum, flattening your palm against his warm cheek. One of his hands wraps around your wrist to keep it there. His skin is so soft and clear. You’re as jealous as you are charmed.

Laughter bubbles up from the back of his throat, and you do your best to beat back the warmth that wraps around your heart. “How nouveau-riche of you, baby bird,”

Leaning back up, he allows his fingers to slip, the pads of the warm digits brushing against the sensitive skin inside your wrist on his way to hold your hand. “This guy you’re hooking up with must’ve been pretty good, if you’re being this secretive about him.”

You try not to let the relief you feel manifest on your face. At this point, you’re so full of it, it might as well start coming out of your pores.

“You know what dad is like. We may not be blood related, but he still thinks of me as a little girl. If he finds out I’m hooking up at all, he’ll go on a rampage.”

Removing your hand from his, you run your nails along your scalp. You don’t think you can handle so much direct contact with Dick when he looked at you like this. You try to snuff the building tension by collapsing back onto your bed somewhat dramatically. You bounce.

“I don’t get why that matters to you,” Dick mused, pushing off of the ledge to stand a little taller, and he walks towards you, his toned arms bulging under the sleeves of his well fitting t-shirt as he crossed them. “You’re your own person. You don’t owe him an explanation about your sex life.”

While you’re focused on staring directly into the bulb of your bedroom chandelier, Dick approaches the edge of the bed. He leans forward, looming over you. As he blocks your light, you realize in horror that your attempt to burn out your own retinas is as unsuccessful as it is short lived. You can still make out his gorgeous features. You’re so fucking doomed. He looks at you pointedly and his lips curve into a sly smile. “Oh my God, are you in love?”

The fear that your over dramatic behavior might be communicating something way worse than the actual truth makes you bolt straight up in bed. “I’m not in love! I just…don’t think Bruce would exactly approve, you know?”

Rolling away, you continue your slow speed chase by sitting on the other side of the bed. You begin to unfurl your hair, desperate to focus on anything other than the scent of Dick’s body wash and the way the beads of water in his hair catch the light. “Come on, BB. You used to tell me everything. Who’s got you all twisted up into knots?”

His eyes soften as he watches you, the way your fingers twitched nervously as you unbraid your hair. You don’t give him an answer, and he sighs. The bed dips behind you with the weight of another person. Dick settles behind you and reaches out.

“You know, I could help you with that.” He offers.

His large, warm hands engulf yours and pull them from your tangled nest, and you allow yourself to relax as his fingers help unbraid your hair.

It’s a quiet moment, almost peaceful. You nearly forget why you were tense in the first place as he works at a leisurely speed behind you. It brings back memories of picture days, dance recitals and galas, when Dick would help take your meticulously styled hair down before bed. “You’re still really good at this,” You comment, lost in your head.

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Dick teases, and you cannot help but flush at the joke.

He plucks at your braid, dexterous hands gently teasing and working out the knots that have formed over time. His tone is warm and playful.

“You know,” Your eyes widen when you feel him lean in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “We don’t always have to act so…” He pauses, either trying to find the words or savoring the anticipation that builds up within you as you wait for them. Knowing Dick, it’s probably the latter. “Sibling-y.”

He was notorious with flirting. Be it an investor, an interviewer, or you- it never mattered. He often did it to get smiles out of you when you were younger, bringing you trinkets and flowers. Not much has changed since then, as he had always been happy to play the role Bruce had assigned him to- your kind, attentive ‘older brother’. You were used to it. Or rather, you should be used to it. You didn’t know if it was something in the air, or your newfound proclivity for daydreaming of racy subjects- but there was something about this time that felt different. Charged.

It wasn’t like the usual adorable dynamic you’d cultivated over the years. Even as your childhood crush on him matured. Even as you matured. You wonder what had changed between then and now, unsure if the swell of your breasts and rounding of your hips could truly be so influential. You stare forward, not noticing the way he gently inhaled the scent of your shampoo.

“How should we act?” You ask, unable to let the silence grow any longer.

“Depends,” He hums, his tone turning from mischievous to almost gentle.

“…On what?” You ask quietly- and far too hopeful. You twiddle your thumbs as you await his answer, but it never comes.

“All done.” Dick says moments later, reluctantly drawing back his hands as he admired his work- your hair sufficiently unbraided and detangled.

The mood doesn’t shift, so you try to force it. Turning towards him, you conjure up a smile that you hope is bright and grateful. “Thanks.”

You don’t expect Dick to pull you into his lap, his hand cupping your jaw from behind. You pout as his fingers press into your cheeks, and he laughs at your expression.

“Dick,” You whine, and his heart fucking skips.

“After all the work I’ve done, a simple ‘thanks’ is all I get?” It’s not right. He knows that it isn’t, but you’re not the same girl he used to weave flower crowns for. You’re different. Softer. Older. It drives him mad.

“Oh my god. Fine,” You manage to say, though it’s hard with him squeezing your face like this. Dick likes the way you roll your eyes, but he’d much rather see them roll back.

You know what he wants. Or you think you do. Leaning your head back against his chest, you reach up to grab his face and press a kiss to his cheek. It’s hard to do this while sitting in his lap, with your back to his chest- and you somehow manage to catch the corner of his lips.

If you weren’t a total sicko, you might have just brushed off your terrible aim. But you’re you, and you’re young, and your body is telling your brain to do all sorts of things you might not agree with in hindsight. His hand falls from your face to rest gently on your collarbone, your skin warming under his palm. His free arm is wrapped around your waist, and it tightens imperceptibly.

Dick leans down, his eyes darkening as he brushes his lips against yours once. Then twice.

Even upside down, in this awkward, god awful position- your eyes are so gorgeous. They seem to almost sparkle with the same hope, confusion and desire that twists inside of him. You haven’t learned to keep your emotions in check. He thinks it’s what he likes most about you. It’s so easy to trust in you, to guess what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling. There’s no manipulating or schooling your expression, because you’re not a hero, an assassin, or a ‘girl-in-the-chair’. You’re just you. Perfect, civilian, you.

He expects you to recoil at his attention, but you don’t. There’s this wistful look in your eyes, as if you were trying to figure out if you were dreaming. And he can’t help but wonder.

Did you dream about him?

Your eyes slip shut as you lean back against him, dropping your chin. His fingers gently play with the ribbon at the neckline of your frilly pajama top. The blue silk end of the thin bow wraps around his index finger, and the fabric slides with the slightest amount of pressure. One twitch of his hand and the bow is undone, the neckline of your shirt falling open to the first pearlescent button.

And you’re sitting there, in silence. Letting him toy with the thought of undressing you.

Dick leans down, this time opting to press his lips against the junction of your neck and shoulder. He savors the way you shudder. How your knuckles turn white as they curl in the material of your shorts.

“Was it a good date, at least?” He mumbles after a long while, breaking the gentle silence.

“Dick,” You sigh. Half pleased, half annoyed. He chuckles against the side of your neck as he continues a trail of experimental kisses. Where at first they seemed feather light, each one began to grow more tangible than the last. You don’t know when the three uppermost buttons of your top came undone, but you know it must have, if you can already feel his lips against your bare shoulder.

“Did he make you come?”

The silence following his bold question rang louder than before.

“I saw you this morning. Bundling up your dirty sheets and trying to squirrel them away into the washer before Alfred got to them.” Dick explained, his lips moving against your shoulder. “Whoever he is. I know he fucked you.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard him like this before. Vulgar. Possessive. Dark. “I’m gonna ask one more time, baby bird.” His voice dropped low as his touch settled over your clothed breast. “Did he make you come?”

Wetting your lips with your tongue, you could only nod, unable to join him in breaking the unspoken agreement that had been starting to form between the two of you.

“Hard?” Dick asks, his thumb gently brushing against one of your nipples. The attention makes it peak beneath your thin cotton night shirt.

“What does that even mean?” You ask, chuckling breathlessly at the absurdity of the question. Dick doesn’t join you in laughter as he tweaks your pebbled nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

“Did your toes curl? Did your eyes screw shut?” He nipped at your ear, shifting you in his lap. You don’t think that you’re sitting on his Escrima. “Did you chirp for him, baby bird?”

“I don’t chirp, Dick,” You mumble. The emphasis on his name is a cheap shot, but you’d do just about anything to bury the mixture of embarrassment and arousal that churns within you.

“Oh no?” You should have known better than to challenge him. He presses his nose into your hair as the hand secured around your waist descends over your stomach and downwards, into the waistband of your shorts.

You manage to slap a hand over your mouth, whining into your fingers as his own sample the wetness between your thighs. Even in this moment, you refuse to let him win. It brings a smile to his lips as he kisses your temple.

“So stubborn,” he tuts. “And yet? So wet.”

He sinks a finger into you, and he groans softly at the sensation. Another broken moan escapes you, but he doesn’t bother stopping to scold you as he begins to pump his soaked digit in and out of you.

“You can take another, can’t you?” Dick asks softly, now using the same gentle tone from when he was braiding your hair. He whispers praise into your ear as you nod again, and a second finger soon joins the first, sliding into your slippery cunt.

“So good for me, gorgeous.” You were an absolute sight to him, flushed and panting through your fingers as you tried to keep yourself quiet- perhaps holding onto some juvenile sense of plausible deniability, that this would be so much easier to process if you kept it inside. He just knows you’re aching for it. Why else would you be rocking yourself into the palm of his hand?

Dick wished he could get a good look at you, but your mirror is positioned all wrong and is much too far away. He figures he’ll have to make do with the feeling of your greedy cunt sucking on his warm digits, and the soft wet sounds that fill the room as he fucks you with his fingers a little faster.

“God, you’re so worked up…” The heel of his palm brushes against your throbbing clit, and you chase the friction as much as he’ll let you. Every time you try to jerk towards his hand, he hooks his fingers into a spot that makes you cry out. You barely register the satisfied chuckle that leaves him at his discovery, but you manage to force your ass back against him in retaliation.

The groan that leaves him is one of pure suffering. He’s just dying to be inside you, but he can’t make himself cross that line just yet.

The sounds you make are downright evil, but he savors them for the cold shower he’s going to have to take after this. He kisses along your flushed shoulders as you begin to shake in his arms, your hands clutching at his working forearm. “D…Dick. Dick, I…Don’t stop. Please. Please-“

“It’s alright, pretty bird. I have you.” He promises, bucking his fingers faster into you. Before long, you’re crying out his name, your lips quivering with the strength of the climax that rolls through you.

“Fuck. There it is. Good girl.” Dick offers a string of lusty praises against your neck, not daring to remove his fingers until your twitching thighs (mostly) stop. Your eyes are screwed shut as you attempt to catch your breath. Dick draws his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them as if they were covered in honey.

They might as well have been.

“That was amazing, baby bird. I knew you’d sound good for me.” He coos at you some more, telling you how lovely you were for him. How soft and beautiful and tight. You’re just beginning to relax against him when your eyes snap open, another whine escaping you as he dips his fingers back into your soaked core.

“I could listen to you chirp all day.”

There's no fear when I'm in my room It's so clear and I know just what I want to do Eau d'bedroom dancing To you, I wanna say you're my thing...

#v.fic #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #nsft

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hischierdevils · 2 years ago

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143 & 144 with Trevor please!

143. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

144. “Just let me finish this and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

You weren’t expecting to find Trevor wearing nothing but a pair of shorts working out in the middle of your hotel room when you came back from your event but you appreciated the sight nonetheless.

Being in the off-season and accompanying you to a destination wedding for one of your best friends from college, Trevor’s focus hadn’t been on training. He’d been enjoying his time with you and indulging in a little too much alcohol.

Last night, one of the groomsman had challenged Trevor to a foot race. Trevor had won, but he didn’t like how close the other guy was to him.

As you spent the morning getting ready for a bridesmaids brunch, Trevor was abnormally quiet. When you asked him what was wrong he gave you a halfhearted smile and told you to have fun.

Now he stands before you tanned and sweaty, grunting as he moves through his exercises. “Hey baby.” He smiles at you as he lowers himself to the floor and begins to do push ups. “How was brunch?”

You take in the sight of him before you answer, eyes lingering on his arms a little longer than normal as you watch them flex. “It was great.”

“Yeah?” He rolls onto his back and begins to do sit ups. “What do you want to do before rehearsal tonight?”

“I can think of a few things.” You lick your lips as you notice his shorts riding up his thighs.

“What do you want to do most then?” Trevor looks at you innocently, not realizing how much he’s affecting you. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want, hmm?” You hum as you move toward him. Straddling his legs, you lower yourself until you’re in his lap. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

His hands go to your thighs automatically as he stabilizes you before he looks at your face, realizing how turned on you are. “I’m just trying to work out babe.”

“So you’re saying I should go play by myself?” You ask as you rock your hips forward, feeling him already hard beneath you.

He groans before leaning forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss. “Just let me finish this and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

His words go straight to your core and you whine as you rock your hips against him again, craving more friction. “Please, Trev?”

“Baby…” He could easily push you off of his lap if he wanted to, but his finger tips are still digging into the flesh on your thighs. “It counts as exercising right?”

#trevor zegras x reader #Trevor Zegras blurb #blurb #my writing

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pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb · 2 years ago

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Training with Zoro P.1 (Eventual Smut) Y/N X Zoro

🍶 Wc: 4k+

So I cross-posted this again from my AO3, and this is the second chapter. The first chapter really just is your background, and how you started training with Zoro. It’s not necessary really, but here’s the link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/44437204/chapters/111770101

TW’s: seasickness, vomiting

Part 2

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You were going to die. Happily, mind you, but you were still going to die. Your heart was going to burst, and not just from the training.

“When I said training, I didn’t think this would be part of it” you confessed breathlessly. Zoro huffed a small laugh under you as his back flexed. Holy shit he’s really strong.

“You better not drop those weights on me” he warned. You grunted.

“No promises” you teased. You were knelt on his bare back as he did push-ups beneath your legs. Balancing on his back while timing your overhead shoulder presses with him pressing upwards was not what you had expected when you asked for training. You had just started, and you were already starting to feel the burn of your muscles, on top of the soreness from last training session. Balancing while lifting light weights worked a lot more muscles than you thought it would.

“Don’t my knees and feet hurt your back?” you asked as you steadily lowered the weights down to gently touch your shoulders as the body beneath you lowered easily. He grunted as he began to rise, and you pushed your weights in time with his movements, air hissing between your teeth, like he taught you in the first session. You could feel his muscles working under your bare shins and knees, his warmth bleeding into you.

“You think you’re heavy enough to hurt me?” he scoffed once he straightened his arms. You glanced at his ridiculous weights to the side.

“I meant if my knees and the tops of my feet were going to bruise your back. Because they’re bony”

“Probably not”

You didn’t like his answer.

“Lemme off”

He scoffed, beginning to lower his torso slowly.

“Tired already?”

Yes, but that’s not why.

“Shut up. I don’t want to bruise you”

He promptly shot his body back up, and you nearly toppled off. You tossed the weights quickly to the sides while you flailed and gripped his toned shoulders with your now free hands. God dammit why is so warm and hot and gorgeous… STOP!

“Hey! Be careful! I almost dropped the weights on you!” you snapped. You could tell he was smirking. Bastard.

“I was hoping you would”

“What?! Why?!”

He lowered his torso again, this time all the way to the ground. You rolled off him, your arms still shaky from the weight training. You sat cross legged, glaring at him as he sat up and knelt on the floor. That damn smirk was back.

“To show you that I can take a hit. Not that it would be much from you” he teased. You narrowed your eyes at him. Was he trying to rile you up?

“I’ve trained my body since I was a kid. I know I’m strong. Hell, I’ve taken a hit from a giant demon zombie and lived. I can take whatever your weak little body can dish out” he teased, reaching out to pinch your (admittedly) flabby arms. You smacked his hand away.

“Are you trying to get hit?”

“Mmhm. You know fighting isn’t all about strength” he said. His demeanor changed from teasing to teaching.

“Last training session, I got a baseline for your current physical strength. That’s why I had you do everything until failure. Rough session, but now I know where to start with you. You have little to no strength in your arms, but with the right support from other parts of your body, you’d be able to take care of yourself in a fight. Your legs hold some power, but you don’t know how to utilize it by using different angles, center of gravity, and momentum. Training your shoulders, core, and back will be important too.”

You listened intently, trying to picture the type of fighting you’d do with the muscle groups. Your back, core, and shoulders would be most likely to be used for pulling, twisting, and stabilization if your arms wouldn’t be used really to punch. Your legs and center of gravity would be used to keep your balance.

“So… Like standing steady and pulling or twisting?” you pondered aloud. Zoro nodded with a proud smile.

“Using the opponent’s force against them. Once you’re ready, we can start having you spar with Chopper’s human form”

“He’s heavy though! He’d squash me easily”

“That’s why I said once you’re ready! Besides, he’d hold back so you can get your form correct. He’s a better choice than Luffy, and Franky’s forearms would be too big to start with. Though, I suppose you could use Usopp too. He should learn close combat” he explained, falling into a mutter at the end. You grunted an agreement.

“What about punching? Isn’t that how you’re supposed to fight?” you asked. The swordsman shook his head.

“When you’re a pirate on the Grand Line, there’s no ‘proper’ way to fight. Look at Luffy. He does whatever the hell he wants, and while a lot of that is punching, he uses his powers to make it unique. Franky does too. Nami uses lighting a lot, and Usopp is a sniper. Even that damn love cook doesn’t use his hands” he pointed out. You hummed in acknowledgement.

“Chopper punches” you observed. Zoro nodded.

“That’s why once you’re ready, you’re going to spar with him if he isn’t busy.”

“Why?”

“One of the first things a marine will do is swing at you with a sword, shoot, or go to punch you. Really, it’s easy to use very similar moves to pull the marine off balance by grabbing his gun or fist” he explained. You blanched at the thought of being shot at, brushing over the new scar on your arm. Your mind was beginning to hurt at all the knowledge being thrown at you in such a short time. You made a face as you massaged your temple.

“Don’t you guys run from marines a lot?” you asked. Zoro scoffed.

“Yeah. Our idiot captain gets us in trouble a lot. But most of those aren’t worth fighting, or we’re heavily outnumbered” he shrugged. You groaned and flopped back onto the wood floor.

“I’m not fast at all. Or have the stamina to run like you guys do” you admitted.

“Why don’t you run around with Luffy, Chopper and Usopp when they’re messing around? It’ll be a fun way to start to build stamina before I start with you” he said easily.

Your face burned at the words, and you let your gaze fall to the window. Before he starts building stamina with me? Would it be messing around in a different way? He cleared his throat suddenly, as if realizing what he said.

“Get up. You’re done with weights today, but not with your workout”

Your sigh turned into a groan as you heaved your body to stand upright.

“What fun do we have now, O Great One?” you asked sarcastically, smoothing your hair away from your face.

“Just for that, I’m pushing you harder” he smirked evilly. You swallowed, desperately trying not to imagine that smirk in a very different situation. One with less clothing. You looked away, desperately trying to will your desire away as you gazed out the window again. You heard him gulp some water before speaking again.

“Now get on your knees” he ordered. His voice had deepened slightly, probably due to the water. You didn’t care. As soon as the words left his mouth, your knees dropped. You winced when they thudded painfully on the hard wood as you felt your thighs jiggle slightly. You froze, slowly looking up at him as your face got hotter. Gods why did I have to be born obedient to this man. He looked at you in surprise, tinged with concern.

“Not a word” you breathed. Your face felt way too hot. You hid behind your hands.

“Not a goddamn word. Just tell me what you wanted me to do”

Your plea was met with silence. I’m going to die from embarrassment now. After a few moments, you peeked through your fingers. Zoro was looking at you openly, moving his blank gaze to your knees. He seemed torn. Between what, you had no idea. Probably disgust and his promise to you as a member of his crew. You looked away, suddenly invested in the bench nearby.

“Hey. Tell me what you wanted me to do” you spoke softly, but it seemed to break him out of his thoughts. You still weren’t looking at him.

"I uh. You can’t do it anymore”

Your heart sank. He really was disgusted then.

“Ah. I’ll uh. I’ll leave then”

“Wait! Why?”

You looked at him, trying to hide the hurt by overplaying confusion.

“You just said I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Yeah, the exercise. You hurt your knees doing that, and it’s painful to do when your knees are bruised. I had to think of a different one to work the same muscles” he explained. His voice was level, like nothing just happened.

Right. The exercise.

“Ah” you replied eloquently. Zoro scratched the back of his head, almost as if he was embarrassed.

“I want you to do squats, each time as if you’re going to sit on the ground. Go as low as you can in a stance slightly wider than your hips, ideally so you’re a few inches above the ground. Stand in front of a wall in case you can’t get back up or fall back. Keep your hands clasped in front of your chest the whole time, unless you’re using the wall to help yourself back up. Do sixty to start – three sets of twenty, or however you want to break it up” he said clinically. You nodded.

“What are you going to do?” you asked meekly. He pointed to his ridiculously oversized weights.

“If you want to, take notes on my form when I lift. I don’t want you hurting yourself by accident” he said.

You nodded. You did take notes on his form as he lifted, watching how he stabilized himself and which muscles he seemed to work as the angles of his lifting changed. You firmly locked away the horny part of you in your mind, too embarrassed to let it run free again.

You let the burn of your muscles override your desire, approaching the situation with a clinical observation. The rest of the training session passed the same way. He paused to instruct you in your workout as he worked with his weights, efficiently describing different body weight exercises that worked your legs, abs, back and shoulders. He lifted his gaze occasionally to make sure your form was correct, and bark out reminders to keep your back straight or to engage your core.

Eventually, you collapsed onto your back, groaning as your abs protested.

“Rest up here until you can climb back down” Zoro said. He seemed amused at your pain, but you were too exhausted to make a retort. Something thudded by your arm, and you let your head loll to the side to look down. A water bottle.

“You need to stay hydrated, or you’ll be even more sore”

You groaned again in response, but hauled yourself up and greedily drank the water. Some ran in small rivulets down your chin, but you didn’t care. It was hot and stuffy with all the windows closed, and you were sweating. You moaned at the chill of the water and dumped the rest over your head. You slicked wet hair back from your face as you gasped. You finally felt like you could breathe again.

“Ohh fuck that feels good” you moaned. A loud thunk sounded across the room, and you glanced towards the sound. Zoro was facing away from you, breathing heavily as he picked up the weight he dropped. He must’ve really been working harder than you thought because even the back of his neck was red. Sweat was dripping down his back, and his shoulders were heaving from his breath.

“Should I open a window for a bit? You look like you’re overheating” you asked, slightly concerned. He grunted an affirmation in response, and you hissed as you forced yourself to stand on shaky legs. You muttered curses under your breath as you made your way to the window. You opened it and collapsed on the bench situated under it.

Looking out, the weather seemed steady for now. It was overcast and breezy, and there seemed to be sunlight streaming through ahead.

“If this keeps up, we might have a beautiful sunset” you observed.

“You’d have to ask the witch”

You flinched at how close the voice was to you. You sent him a glance, noticing he still seemed flushed from his workout. You patted the bench next to you as you moved further away from the open window. He sat and turned his head towards the breeze.

“Don’t be rude to Nami. She’s amazing at what she does, and makes sure we have enough money. You wouldn’t have booze otherwise” you chided. He merely grunted. Comfortable silence enveloped the room for a few minutes as the two of you watched the sea.

“Aren’t you supposed to stretch or something after you work out too?” you asked.

“Typically, yeah. Before and after. But with your muscles so new to this exertion, it might help you to stretch in a hot bath. I forgot to mention that last time. But we’ll always stretch before we begin our training sessions” he explained. His gaze shifted a little out to sea. He sounded distracted.

“Something wrong?” you asked, following his gaze. You didn’t see anything.

“Maybe not… but I’ll check with the witch” he muttered. He grabbed the transponder snail and clicked on the speaker system from the crows nest.

“Oi. Nami. Something seems weird ahead. Everything okay?”

“OIIIII!!! ZOROOOO!! CAN WE EAT IT?!” Luffy cried from below.

“Shut up!”

“It’s a storm! Everyone in their places! Thanks Zoro!” cried Nami. Zoro swore, rushed to grab his swords and don them before gesturing to you.

“Let’s go. This could be either brutal or really quick. Either way, you don’t want to be up here.”

You stood on unsteady legs, the sudden waves making the Crow’s Nest sway more than the lower deck. You stumbled, landing on your already bruised knees. You hissed in pain. An arm wrapped around your middle as the swordsman helped you stand before crouching down in front of you with his back open.

“Get on my back” he ordered. You slung your arms and legs over him, gripping on for dear life with your forearms around his throat as the boat swayed the opposite way. His hands gripped yours and yanked them away from his neck so he could breathe.

“Oi! Don’t strangle me!”

“Stop complaining and get us out of here!” you snapped. You felt the vibration of him muttering under his breath as he sped down the ropes. You squeaked at the speed paired with the swaying, and tucked your face into the back of his neck.

He landed easily on the deck, and knocked you on your butt as he sped off to help with the ropes. The ship tilted suddenly, sending Brook stumbling into you. You caught his light frame and steadied him.

“YO HO HO HO! Thank you! I don’t know what I should be doing or where I should be. Should I play a song?” he said, producing a violin from nowhere. You tucked his statement away for later.

“Whatever you want to do. I’m going to ask Nami and Franky if I should do something” you said in reply, rushing off up the stairs to the helm. As you reached them, you stumbled into Franky with the sudden lilt of the deck. It was your first storm on the grand line, and you didn’t really have your sea legs. Franky caught you, riding the swaying easily. You smiled your thanks.

“Do you want me to do something?” you called over the rising wind. Nami turned to you, shaking her head.

“It should be over in a half hour. Just sit tight until then” she instructed. You nodded, watching Franky and trying to copy his easy stance. Brook’s song started from the deck, giving you peace of mind. You stumbled again.

“How do you do it?” you asked the cyborg. He turned to you.

“Eh? Do what?”

“Stand and walk so easy on the ship when it’s like this” you gestured at the rising waves, and promptly nearly fell on your ass. Franky caught you easily again.

“Ahhh. That. Well, you just gotta ride the waves. You can’t fight it. Loosen your hips and knees. You gotta be part of the boat to ride the waves like a boat, ya know? The ocean can’t be tamed” he explained with his typical overexaggerated movements. You turned to the bow and deck of the ship, watching how they move, and preparing to move easily with the waves.

As the bow rose, the deck followed, and next would be the helm. You prepared for the rise of the floor beneath you, loosening your hips and knees as Franky suggested. You didn’t stumble. You blinked in surprise. You watched as the bow fell over the crest of a wave, dragging the ship with it. You prepared your body for the drop of the boat, and you only stumbled a little as the boat crashed into the water. You were getting it.

This lasted for about fifteen minutes, during which the churning in your stomach rose to overwhelming nausea. You didn’t notice Franky observing you closely as your face paled. You gagged, and stumbled over to the railing, emptying your stomach of the water from before. You continued to retch and gag, dizzy and getting a headache from the constant movement. A large hand rubbed your back and stroked your hair as you dry heaved. During a break, you looked shakily behind you to see the large man.

“I’d take you below deck but it’s worse if you don’t have fresh air” he muttered. Nami looked over at you sympathetically, and you groaned.

“Let me take you to the grass. It’ll help ground you but also it’s where the ship is moving the least” Franky continued. He walked you down the stairs, then disappeared briefly to grab a bucket. You leaned heavily against the railing, shaking and shivering.

Franky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the rear of the deck, so you could lean against the wall while sitting on the grass. You groaned as he sat you down, rain pelting your face as the ship tilted again. You heard Luffy somewhere whooping with joy. You wanted to punch him.

“Lay down sideways so you can smell the grass. It sounds weird but trust me. Smell affects sea sickness” he said. You flopped down onto the wet grass, shivering at the cold touch. You focused on inhaling and exhaling, trying to find the scent of the grass under the heavy salt of the sea and the cold of the rain. You felt the lurching of the ship and the shudders as it landed harshly on the water. You gagged a few times, propping yourself up onto arm to stick your head over the bucket. You distantly heard Franky calling for Chopper.

Soon enough, the reindeer entered your field of vision, holding medicine. You moaned in relief.

“Eh? You’re seasick? Why are you on a ship then? Shihehehe Do you need meat?” Luffy’s voice came from your feet, and you kicked out weakly, nudging his leg. Chopper fed you the medicine, which tasted strongly of ginger. You turned to the doctor, beckoning him closer to be heard over the storm.

“Thanks Doc. But tell Luffy if he says anything dumb to me one more time while I’m like this, I will throw him into the ocean once I can” you weakly threatened. Chopper nodded, fearful of your threat. He relayed the threat to Luffy while pushing him away. You collapsed back onto your side. It was a few minutes before you felt a presence beside you. You squinted up through the rain to reveal Franky had come back to keep you company through the storm.

“You know, it’s better to be distracted while you’re seasick. So I’ve heard. A lot of people visit Water 7, and talk about how they were seasick on rough seas. I’ve never been seasick since I basically grew up around boats. I can tell you stories to keep you distracted through the storm” he said. His voice carried easily above the wind and crashing of the waves. You nodded, feeling your nausea begin to subside due to Chopper’s medicine.

“Sure, but if you say seasick one more time, I’ll make sure I puke on your swimsuit” you threatened. A flash of horror crossed the cyborg’s face.

“This is my favorite one!” he gasped dramatically. You cocked an eyebrow, a weak smile threatening to break your façade. You gagged again, shoving your head over the bucket. You were only dry heaving, which you were thankful for, but you never knew if something else would come up.

“Oi oi! Fine! But you have to listen to the SUUPERR Franky stories!” he declared. You grinned, nodding weakly. He told you stories of his time in Water 7, ruling the backstreets with the Franky Family. He told you how he met each member, and boasted their specialties, complete with examples in the form of mini side stories.

You were so absorbed in his dramatic and expressive storytelling complete with odd dances that you hardly noticed when the waves began to die down; the bucket held in your hands forgotten. You only noticed the storm had fully passed when Brook sat down nearby, listening to Franky tell his stories. You shivered with your exhaustion and the cold of the water drying from your skin. Chopper trotted up, checking on you. You thanked him with a tired smile, which obviously made him really happy despite his words denying his emotions.

That night, while Sanji cooked a hearty meal full of meat for everyone else, you got a light soup and a small portion of plain rice, which you were immensely grateful for. You were hungrier than you realized, having done a full workout on top of emptying your stomach repeatedly. Your body needed the nutrients. You shyly asked Sanji for seconds, which he gladly gave you, landing a kick on Luffy when he tried to sneak your soup. Once you were full, you noticed just how exhausted you really were. You were still chilled, having only dried off and changed clothes. Yet, you couldn’t sleep due to the bone-deep chill that persisted no matter if you were snuggled in blankets or not.

You trudged up to the bath, which was only occupied by Robin. She let you join her readily. You had a sneaking suspicion she knew of your crush on Zoro, and you were too tired to even be embarrassed to be seen naked. Or to be flustered by her perfect body.

The warm water felt heavenly on your skin as you scrubbed the day’s grime off. Sinking into the soaking bath felt euphoric, and you moaned unrestrained as you sunk into the water. Robin giggled from the other side of the bath.

“Rough day?” she asked.

“Ugh. Yeah. I’m exhausted” you replied easily.

“What happened to your knees?” she asked innocently. Your gaze fell down to your knees, peeking just barely above the surface of the bath. They were bruising. Your face flushed as you remembered the incident with Zoro. You sighed. You’d already embarrassed yourself more than enough today, plus Robin wouldn’t be one to judge.

“When I was training with Zoro today… he basically ordered me to get on my knees. Of course, if a man like Zoro, who is shirtless, sweaty and attractive as all hell, tells you to get on your knees, by god you do. So I didn’t even slow down my fall really. I just literally dropped to my knees without thinking about it. God I’m such a sub” you muttered the last part quietly, but it didn’t go unheard if Robin’s quiet laugh was anything to go by.

“How did he react?”

“He was quiet for a bit, but eventually told me I couldn’t do the exercise he had planned anymore because of my knees so he had me do squats and sit-ups and other exercises while he worked with his weights. Of course, at first I thought he was telling me I couldn’t train with him anymore” you admitted. Robin hummed.

“Well you should stretch in the bath then. I’ll stay with you to make sure you don’t fall asleep in here”

You sent her a tired smile, remembering that Zoro had told you to stretch earlier.

“Mmm. Thanks. You know, you’re so peaceful to be around” you said as you began stretching you legs. You hissed at the feeling and glanced up at your companion. She was beaming at you, a genuine smile curving her lips.

“Thank you” she said quietly. You hummed, focusing back on stretching.

“Do you want me to massage your shoulders? They’re hard to stretch”

“Uh… If you’re offering, sure… but I don’t know how it would work when I’m stretching and leaning away from you”

Robin smirked, raising her arms elegantly so her hands were by opposite shoulders, palms facing up. You jolted as hands erupted from your back and began massaging your shoulders. You grunted at the feeling, wincing now and again when she hit a particularly sore spot.

“Oh. Thanks”

You finished stretching your muscles, with Robin adding in some advice here and there to move more effectively. Exhaustion was causing you to sway and stumble as you dressed yourself in pajamas. She guided you to your bed and tucked you under the blanket. You heard a whispered “goodnight” as your eyes closed, unconsciousness welcoming you back to the world of dreams.

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Ello good sir how do you do I humbly request a detailed description on shiggys squat prowess

OKAY IT'S FINALLY TIME!!!!

But first, some introduction at how Tomura ended up doing squats in the first place:

In my mind, Tomura is the type that gets boring with repetitive exercises. The most working out he does is related to life or death situations. The rest of the time? Videogames, hating everything, you know. He likes to fight, but not much doing the same movement 20 times in three sets, okay?

It all started with Spinner.

As we know, Spinner visibly works out. Knowing him, he'd ask Shigaraki to train with him at some point. Tomura would try to say no, an opportunity for the League to make fun of him, saying he's the type who wouldn't stand one round or that he's scared of physical exercise, etc.

That's how we got Shigaraki Tomura to do his first ever set of squats.

Hmmm, I don't know how familiar my readers are with working out jargon, so let me explain:

Repetitions means a single movement, like each individual squat.

A set is the number of determined repetitions, like each set has 5 repetitions = 5 squats.

A round is the number of determined sets, like each round has 3 sets. 1 round = 15 squats.

Here's the thing: squats need strength from your core (abs, sides of the body and lower back) to stabilize your body as it controls the movement up and down. Squats also draw strength from the glutes (muscles around your ass and hips) and from the entire length of the legs (especially the thighs!). The basic types target the lower muscles of the body, but some combinations aim to work the entire body!!

Tomura starts out with the classical body weight squat like most people do, setting the goal as a round of 2 sets with 10 repetitions each.

I think Tomura would complain the whole time over how tedious it is, but he completed the sets AND did a second round. Spinner is impressed because he thought Tomura looked too skinny to be able to complete it successfully without being truly tired. He was not even sweating!

Let's say he rarely accompanies Spinner when he works out. There's no time anyway. They're too busy running away or trying to survive.

When he does, Spinner manipulates Tomura (or he thinks so) through his competitiveness to do as many rounds as he can. They make it harder by talking while doing squats. Spinner knows when Tomura is close to the limit 'cause his legs start to shake, his voice becomes breathy and he frowns more, as if he needs to concentrate to keep his usual control over his body. Tomura tends to lay down almost lifeless after each session, chugging down energy drinks or eating whatever snack Kurogiri has placed there for their post-workout.

It's not 'til Tomura starts fighting Gigantomachia and after My Villain Academia that Tomura turns into the squad monster that he is.

All that jumping from rock to rock to fight Machia got Tomura's lower body muscles made of steel. He inherited the body type of the Shimuras, who are naturally fit and tend to gain lean muscle if they work out. Have you seen Nana Shimura and how absolutely fine she looked in her suit? Have you seen her arms? Kotaro looked squarely built in the lean sense too.

You know how I know that Tomura gained muscle fighting Machia? You can compare his neck from his first chapters to his neck after fighting Machia for weeks. You can also check how the surgery to get All for one affected his body. Look:

He's kinda cheating, but then again he underwent 4 months of pure hell to get the strength and the body. 4 months that looked like this:

He destroyed Spinner in their squat competition after the surgery. Totally obliterated him, to the point Tomura had to try more complex squats or it'd be too boring.

I'm talking freaking about back squats with a lot of weight, the type that highlight all his muscles and have the sweat running through the lines on his skin where the muscles cave in. Front squads that have his pants suffering because they're so close to bursting given the pressure on the thighs. One leg squads with weight that have him going down slowly and up like it's nothing to him, like he is not carrying the weight of his entire body and some more with just one leg. He can do air squats and play videogames at the same time. He once carried Spinner on his back to prove he could do the squads with his weight as practice. His sumo squats are accompanied by his usual self-satisfied smirk, because that's the perfect payback for all the comments about his skinny ass. The minute he starts doing jump squats to push ups WITH FREAKING WEIGHT, that's when Spinner is out.

He's a total asshole about it because he knows he is that good at squats and doesn't care to point out if Spinner is being "pathetic", right before he offers a hand for Spinner to stand up.

I think he goes to sit on a chair and all his muscles bulge naturally. They need to shop for new pants (they steal them of course lol). That man has an absurd tiny waist and it doesn't help that both his shoulders and legs gain definition over time.

Just look for the latest panels with him in it. It's absurd!!!!

The only one who could win a squat competition is Deku and maybe Iida, because their fight styles are kick-based. For the rest? Crushing defeat.

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