#I NEED THIS SHIP TO HAUL ASS AND MOVE ALREADY

[skribbyposts]

stupid silly zosan (again)

Continuation of my tipsy Sanji post i made a couple of days ago!! you don't need to read that first if you didnt already but I am slowly nudging you.... to my page.... sumbliminally.... (go read it)

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Zoro is at his wit's end.

It's been close to half an hour, and he's wandering in the dark alleyways of this random ass town trying to get back to the ship. In addition to that, He's carrying a very drunk and very annoying Sanji on his back.

"Marimooo," he drawls, swaying to the side. "Where the fuck are we?"

"Stop fucking moving or I'm gonna drop you, cook."

The position they're in is precarious as it is, Sanji's legs wrapped around Zoro's waist the only thing really keeping them both upright.

The cook's hands come from where they're draped over Zoro's shoulders to poke at his face. "You don't even know where we're going, do you?`"

"Like you know either," Zoro grumbles.

"Yeah, but you're mostly sober," the cook slurs.

...Fair enough.

Sanji yawns, the action driving his chin harder into the top of Zoro's head. "You're talking too long, hurry up so we can get to the Sunny."

"Maybe if you stopped fidgeting, I could actually walk straight and we would get there faster." Zoro grunts, hoisting the lanky man higher up on his waist.

"Fuck you, I'll walk myself back to the ship then." Zoro thinks Sanji attempts to get off his back, but the cook slumps back down almost immediately after raising only his head. "No, no no. that's not happening. Christ, how much did I drink? Marimo, I'm gonna die from alcohol poisoning-"

Zoro lets Sanji lament about his booze-tinted doom, mainly because he's still trying to figure out where the fuck they are but also because the blond idiot does this every time they go out drinking. He gets piss drunk off of what, two shots? and Zoro has to haul his uncoordinated, mouthy ass all the way back to the Sunny. Bonus points if he stops to spew his guts in an alleyway. Sanji stops talking after a few minutes, but the silence doesn't last for long.

"Did I tell you. We're going... uh... grocery shoppi-"

"Yes. Yes, you did, Curly. Six goddamn times."

"Okay, don't be a dick about it!" He feels the cook's spindly fingers sluggishly tug at his hair, pulling his head sideways and making them more unsteady than they already are.

"Stop. Moving," Zoro hisses as he stumbles. "You're fucking heavy."

Sanji giggles from behind him, and Zoro can feel the vibrations across his back as the blond speaks. "Oh, 'm sorry, you directionally challenged wad of grass. Maybe if you went the right way you wouldn't have to carry me any longer." "Shut up! It's too dark, everything looks the same."

"No, you're just fuckin'... what's the word? oh, incompetent. I bet you don't even know what incompetent means."

"I know what incompetent means."

"God, I'm so dizzy," Sanji groans.

"Stop complaining!"

They bicker back and forth, Sanji spewing insults in his ear while Zoro barks at him to shut up and wonders how many times they've passed that street lamp on the corner. Sometime during that, Sanji's head makes it into the crook of the other man's neck, and every time the cook speaks his lips brush over Zoro's shoulder. His hands have also taken up permanent residence in Zoro's hair, combing through the short strands as he complains endlessly. Zoro can't say he minds.

"Ah, we're lost," Sanji whines in his ear. "Completely, irre....irrevocably lost. Marimo, the ship was ten minutes from the barrrr."

"We're almost there, you impatient prick." They are not, in fact, almost there. Zoro trudges past what he feels like is the same house he saw fifteen minutes ago.

"Good... because m'gonna pass out."

"What?" The cook doesn't speak, and his fingers go slack on top of Zoro's head. "No, cook - damn it, wake up." Nothing but Sanji's soft breaths sound as a response.

Zoro looks around, surrounded by rows of dark houses and no boat in sight.

He heaves a long-suffering sigh. "God fucking dammit."

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Zoro struggles for another 30 minutes trying to find the ship with Sanji as a dead weight the entire time. he hated it (not really).

Sanji, for the 27th time: we're going grocery shopping tomorrow Zoro, tired of his bullshit: I KNOW.

ugh theyre such dumb homosexuals making bad life choices. i want to make them kiss.

Every day at 3am I rise from my coffin to write zosan content. they make me sick <3333

[chthonicgodling]

THE NEXT ELYSIUM DRAMA UPDATE, starring Tory & EeL:::

“I think… when you panic, your habit is to push people away. Abandon ship. […] You should talk to someone about it.” “I’ve already been thoroughly hauled through the therapy wringer here, lest you forget the forced cascade down memory lane when I first crashed into your company.” “Not thoroughly enough, apparently.”

Boy if that isn’t the understatement of the year🥴

[you are: one • two • three • four • five • six • seven • eight • nine  • ten • eleven • here • thirteen • fourteen (the end!) ]

Here we have The continuation of Loki’s reunion with Toryyy back at the palace, featuring a small sliver of a Canon Convo that’s been chopped to highlight just this specific part because AUGHHHHHHH. Above^ lines are also completely Canon and from that same convo later on but were cut for time from these drawings (along with much more to this chat that, SOBS, i LOVED, but I want to move onnnnn)

Recap: the world of TaKi Fuego IS Loki sandwiched between Maci & Tory in an unexpected clingy situationship culminating in a babyyyy which was jarringly perfect until EeL’s neuroses made him EXPLODE IT. but he’s back now! With Tory marching his ass to the couch so they can talk about what the FUCK just happened.

Once again rounds of applause and TEARS for @fenixethekid, my beloved RP partner & Elysium’s better half, who’s handling Tory & all dialogue in the orange bubbles. Tory continues to be one of the few people who can slip through EeL’s one million defenses, and indeed with him crumpled in his arms (AND HEAVILY HORMONAL LMAO???) we are witness to a rare moment of sincerity, a glimpse inside Loki’s quietly spiralling anxieties and insecurities,,

(Hitting you over the head with a hammer……maybe one specific hammer) HUH WHAT AN INTERESTING WORD CHOICE CHOKED OUT THROUGH TEARS, UHHHHH—

Anyway he’s clearly fine and doesn’t need therapy at all Tory, what are you talking about. 🙄 Well we’ll see who ends up winning that argument at a later date.

I JUST HAVE ONE MORE UPDATE FROM THIS STORYLINE WHICH IS ALMOST DONE BEING DRAWN AS WE SPEAK SO!! STAY TUNED STAY TUNEEEDDD‼️

of course Drama Updates will continue on but. can we pleeeease move past these singular TWO WEEKS and get to THE REST OF THE WHOLE SUMMER UHH,

EeL/greens are mine & Tory/oranges belong to Fenixe! AHH

[cloudninetonine]

I hope you feel better soon! Being sick sucks ass

The scene you painted with the death of Warriors’ guide hurt so much I hate you I’m screaming and dying at the same time

Thank you BB!

Also I'm about to do it again <3

Warnings: Slight mention of blood, mentions of death, another angst piece

"Abandon ship! Make way to the dinghies!"

The flames burned, the embers flying off into the starry night as the fire ate away at the wood of the grande ship. It was something from a painting the way that the orange blazed, reflecting off the dark waters and colouring the black sky for yards around- almost beautiful as it was tragic.

Link wasn't sure what to do. No, he didn't have clue as he watched the crew run about like headless chickens, gathering any supplies they could that would be hauled back to New Hyrule that was a mere dot in the far distance.

Tetra was in a similar state, frozen by his side, a mixture of horror and sadness plastered on her young face as she witnessed the scene unfold- the young hero knew that guilt was eating at her conscious, spotting the fallen mates within puddles of their own blood just beside the remains of monsters, left behind after poofing from existence.

She hadn't done enough- he hadn't done enough-

And now (Name)'s ship was paying the price.

"Make sure those boxes reach the mainland!" They barked, blood running down their forehead as they tugged their right hand man close by their hook hand, "The country needs those supplies- and by the goddess they will get them!"

"Yes, Captain!"

(Name)'s gaze snapped towards the two, pushing the right hand away towards another hanging dinghie before hobbling quickly towards them, their peg leg creating a dull thump each time it met the wood of the planked floor. "You two! Haul arse! Get on those boats!"

Reality seemed to hit Tetra harshly when (Name) grabbed her shirt's scruff roughly, right and crying out. She refused. This wouldn't be it. She would continues to fight- she would not let their ship come to pass!

But the captain wasn't having that, tossing her into one of the boats with a few more members and demanding they left- screamed that they get away.

Their teary eyes were ignored as they slowly lowered themselves, Tetra's raged screaming dimming from the roar of the fire.

Link looked at them with wide, glossy eyes as they stomped back over. "Did you not here me, Link?! I said move!"

His scruff was grabbed this time, the younger teen being dragged towards another boat, this time only holding their right hand as he waited patiently for his next orders.

Link was thrown in after a second, secured by the hand of the older man when he tried to leap back out. "What about you?! There's nothing left for this boat!"

The young blonde already knew this answer of course. It was near law, written into the code of the pirates that Tetra and many others had seemed to parrot when he questioned those clashing tales of those cut-throat captains meeting such timely deaths on the decks of their ships.

"A captain will always go down with their ship!" Pulling out their trusty sword, (Name) slashed at the ropes holding up the small boat. "Let them know I died loyal to her, hero!"

They watched from afar as the sea swallowed the ship, the orange earlier dusting the sky slowly fading until only the lights of the stars reflected off those waters of midnight blue. Their crew bowed their heads in respect, sending blessings to their captain's ocean burial before they would begin to move to the shores of New Hyrule.

It was the last they would ever see of Capatin (Name), Guide to the great Hero Link.

And you couldn't help but lend out your hand towards the young pirate, his lip wobbling slightly with eyes growing misty before you pulled him to rest against your shoulder. You cooed, gently running a hand through his hair and hushing his heavy cries.

It seemed death followed all the incarnations that those men held so dearly.

[missjanjie]

77 - any ship but make it zombies

love that i was in the middle of writing the first prompt having already picked anarcia and then getting the second lol

77. “Stop being so stubborn and let me help you.”

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With a grunt, Marcia was able to put Anetra down on the bed after having hauled her three blocks. When Anetra’s legs gave out, she didn’t hesitate to pull her up into a fireman’s hold and carry her the rest of the way despite the protests. 

“I could’ve walked,” Anetra mumbled, though everything about her current condition screamed otherwise. Both she and Marcia were out gathering supplies when a gang burst into the long-abandoned store and while Marcia was able to hide, she wasn’t so lucky. She didn’t expect the waif-y blonde stranger to be able to pick her up, let alone haul ass the way she did, and she would be impressed if she wasn’t so frustrated and in pain. 

“You could barely move,” she countered as she fished her first-aid kit out of its hiding spot. “Anetra, right?” she waited for her to answer as she took what she needed, and when she got an affirmative nod, continued, “stop being so stubborn and let me help you.” 

Anetra huffed, though she knew she was right. “Fine, fine, sorry,” she murmured, adding a quieter, “thank you.” 

Marcia smiled softly. “See? That didn’t hurt at all,” she cooed. “This, however, might,” she added as she carefully applied iodine to the wound on Anetra’s chest, commenting, “at least it didn’t get your tattoo,” in an attempt to bring what little levity she could to the situation.

And it worked, if the small laugh she laughed despite wincing was any indication. She allowed herself to be treated in silence before asking, “are you out here by yourself?”

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t have lasted this long. I guess you could call this a commune of sorts, we all work and live as well as we can together. There’s five of us now, but you’re welcome to stay as long as you need to,” she offered.

Anetra smiled wanly. “Think I’ll have to take you up on that. Everyone I had around here…” she swallowed thickly and blinked rapidly, “I, um… I don’t have them anymore.”

Marcia frowned, gently pushing the hair off of Anetra’s face. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her hand trailing to hold hers, giving a gentle squeeze. “But I promise, I won’t let you be alone anymore.” 

[lilypadlys]

Would You Like To Repeat That?

Summary: You may have sassed a bit too close to the sun. Terzo reminds you who’s in charge.

Ship: Terzo/Reader

Word Count: 1,972

Rating: Explict

Tags: smut, gratuitous smut even, PWP, Dom/Sub, bondage, vibrators, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

A/N: Sibling is AFAB and cunt/clit is used for what their working with but no pronouns are specified.

AO3 Link or below the cut.

“Would you like to repeat that amore?” Terzo stares you down.

Oh fuck. You think. That sentence fills you with equal parts fear and arousal. Last time you heard it, you got railed into the mattress until even the ghouls were complaining about the noise. What could this time bring? They say curiosity killed the cat but oh well, it’d be a wonderful way to go. You smirk and gesture at the newly unveiled painting of Papa Emeritus III himself. “I said, the portrait doesn’t really seem accurate. They made you look a lot bigger.”

“Really now.” Your lover’s terse tone warns you to tread no further but you trample ahead with abandon.

“In more ways than one if you know what I mean.” You wink for emphasis. “Are you compensating for something or…?”

That does it. You barely have time to register the laughs of the surrounding siblings and ghouls at Terzo’s flush, equal parts fury and embarrassment, before he’s scooping you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He proceeds to stomp out of the room and haul you through the corridors of the abbey, your ass in the air for all to see. And your panties for that matter; you can feel your habit sliding up dangerously high.

You can’t see much, your face bumping against Terzo’s back. The snickers and giggles however, make you painfully aware of just how many people cross Terzo’s warpath.

You also can’t see where Terzo is taking you. You wouldn’t put it past him to boot you straight out the abbey entrance for embarrassing him like that. Fortunately, you hear the familiar click of the door to your shared quarters.

Once inside, he shucks you, none to gently, onto the bed. Then he shuts and locks the door. On the bed, you're already ripping your habit off in anticipation of the punishment he’s about to deal out. When he turns to see you in just your underwear, he snorts.

“Don’t stop there.” he prompts.

You also remove your bra and panties.

“Good girl.” He coos meanly. “Or you would be if you knew better than to mouth off.” He shakes his head and tsks. Then he waves a hand in a shooing motion. “Now lie back.”

Having gotten what you wanted, you comply without so much a snarky aside. You flop back and rest your head on the pillows. You can’t help but smile in anticipation. To your surprise, instead of unzipping his pants, Terzo walks away from the bed to rifle around in the closet.

You raise a brow.

Having found what he was looking for, he approaches you, items in hand. He’s holding a set of cuffs and a spreading bar.

Well this should be interesting.

Obediently, you hold your hands above your head. Terzo cuffs your wrists, hooking the short chain through an eyelet mounted on the head board for just this purpose. He does a tug test to ensure the lock is solid. There’s no need. You know from experience that even Terzo can’t break the cuffs if he wanted.

He moves to the foot of the bed to find your legs already spread wide. After locking your legs apart with the spreading bar, he admires his work. The telltale bulge in his pants lets you know exactly how he feels about it. However, rather than joining you on the bed, he surprises you again by returning to the closet. He stalls, seeming to be deliberating.

You feel a tiny hit of worry. What is he up to?

Finally he turns back to you, a hand held behind his back. “My my. What a naughty thing you’ve been, insulting your Papa like that. You think I'm not enough for you sì?”

You shake your head vigorously. “No Papa.”

“Ah and yet you deem my new portrait “inaccurate”.” He hmphs. “Well, being the gentleman that I am,” He puffs his chest dramatically and you roll your eyes. “I can’t leave you feeling unsatisfied.” He brings his hand out from behind his back and brandishes one of the many dildos in your shared collection. Your eyes widen as you recognize it from past escapades.

“No Papa!” You can’t help but whine, anticipation getting the better of you. “You're everything I need. You are the only one who can truly satisfy me.”

“Hmm. If only I can satisfy you then this shouldn’t phase you.”

He steps forward and removes his gloves. Placing the toy on the bed, he sets to working you open. With one hand he rubs your clit. With the other he eases one, then two, then three fingers into your cunt. The stimulation only adds to the slick that was already dripping out of you.

Finally, he licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of your arousal, before lining the toy up with your cunt. With his free hand he grabs your chin. Forcing you to make eye contact, he slides it in.

You fight to keep your face neutral. You can tell he’s watching for the slightest crack in your expression. He slowly slides the silicon in and out several times. I can handle this. You think. Then he angles the toy just right and you can't stop your sharp inhale of surprise and pleasure.

Terzo just raises an eyebrow. “Are you quite well cara?”

“Just fine!” You squeak as he nails your g-spot again. He leaves the dildo inside you and backs up. Not trusting your voice, you ask what’s next with your eyes.

“Prove to me cara that you cannot cum without me.” Then Terzo casually sits at his desk and picks up a book.

What? Hold on. Is he actually reading?! The little shit!

Terzo indeed seemed to be engrossed in his book; acting convincingly as though everything was normal and you weren’t naked and bound on the bed, feet from him.

The bastard.

You take solace however, in knowing how impatient he can be. You aren’t a monolith of self discipline on the best of days, but compared to him, you have the patience of a saint. You know that he’ll get bored sooner or later. You know you can wait him out.

You shift slightly to get comfortable and immediately have to fight not to curse. The silicon is positioned perfectly so that even the slightest twitch of your pelvis rubs the tip across your g-spot.

Your movement catches Terzo’s eye. “Did I say you could move?”

“Sorry Papa.”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No Papa.”

“Hmm.” He pretends to ponder something. “Why don’t you rest your eyes. If you’re good and you behave, I’ll consider fucking you when you wake up.”

“Yes Papa.” You quickly close your eyes and settle your cheek into the pillow. You're surprised at how light you’ve gotten off so far. Normally Terzo played a lot rougher with you. Trying not to grind down on the toy inside you was annoying, but not impossible. This can’t be it, right?

You hear the creak of wood and Terzo shifts in his chair and stretches. You can tell his patience is indeed running low. You hear the shifting of fabric and he digs in his pocket and the clack of something being set on the table. You don’t need to open your eyes to guess at what it is.

To your coupled horror and delight, the toy inside you whirs to life. Fuck fuck fuck! You knew you had recognized the vibrator. The sudden stimulation causes you to flinch. You squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to stay still. You can practically feel Terzo’s eyes boring into you, waiting for you to give in.

To both yours and Terzo’s surprise, you manage to maintain your facade of calm; your expression remaining neutral. You yawn and lick your lips sleepily even as you fight to keep from moaning. The intensity of the vibration increases. You clench your jaw and roll your neck and shoulders. Your thighs have begun to tremble ever so slightly. You hear Terzo chuckle.

After a minute or two, the intensity increases again by several degrees and you can’t stop the gasp that leaves your lips. Your eyes fly open.

“Have a good nap dolcezza?” You see that Terzo has fully abandoned his book and is watching you with rapt attention. “Nice wet dream of my cock inside you, eh?” He teases. He grabs the remote and walks over to you. You can’t keep yourself from grinding down any longer. “Ah ah.” He lays a hand on your bare pelvis to stop you. Then he cranks the vibrator to its highest setting. You yelp, throwing your head back.

You bite your lip to try and prevent further noises but you can't stop the moan that escapes as Terzo pushes his hand down. “Let me help.” The slight downward pressure holds the vibrator directly to your g-spot. He traces the fingers of his other hand over your clit, working up a rhythm.

You’re moaning wantonly now. “P-papa! I…I’m-ahhh…close!” You warn. You arch your back and sigh in pleasure as you cum. He works you through it until you start to whine from overstimulation. He removes his hands but leaves the vibrator. For a horrified second you think he’s just going to leave you there, shaking and crying.

“Beg for me.”

Immediately you’re pleading. “Please Papa. Fuck me. Fill me up and cum inside me.”

“That’s my good girl.” He pats your abdomen and removes the vibrator. You sigh as your body relaxes. Terzo unzips his pants and frees his cock, flushed and swollen. He makes a show of stroking himself a few times. You have no doubt he’s been hard for a while.

He retrieves a bottle of lube from the night stand. After prepping himself with it, he joins you on the bed. He lifts your legs via the spreading bar, ducking his head under, and rests your ankles on his shoulders. Then he wraps both hands around your hips. “Ready?” He asks gently.

You nod enthusiastically “Yes Papa. Please.”

Terzo lines himself up and thrusts in slowly. You hiss at the sensation, still oversensitive. He pauses to let you adjust before setting a harsh rhythm that would have shoved you up the bed if it weren’t for the bar resting behind his neck.

With practiced accuracy, Terzo nails your g-spot with nearly every thrust, eliciting whines and moans from you with each spurt of pleasure. You clench down each time, and he echos your vocalizations as you do. Your second orgasm comes roaring up quickly and you barely have time to warn him. In the throes of your high, you clench firmly around him. Terzo’s rhythm falters and he comes quickly after, filling you with his warm spending. He stills his thrusts as you both pant.

When he comes down, he meets your eyes and you bask in his adoring look. A look that quickly turns mischievous. “How was that cara? Good enough for you?”

“Amazing.” You sigh breathlessly.

“Good.” He smiles and brushes your cheek lightly with his hand. He leans down to pull you into a soft kiss.

Terzo pulls away first and carefully lifts your ankles off his shoulders. He frees you from your restraints before kissing you again.

“I’ll be right back amore.”

He retrieves a soft towel, dampened with warm water, and helps you clean up. The grabbing a bottle of your favorite lotion from the nightstand, he motions for you to lay on your stomach. He begins to massage your shoulders and neck, tenderly and lovingly. You chuckle to yourself. He’s being so gentle now when just minutes before he was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“What’s so funny tesoro.” He hums.

“Nothin. Love you Terzo.”

You hear the smile in his voice. “Love you too dolcezza.”

[whitherwordswither]

Logs from the Starfields, III

Captain's Log #0.03:

After some heavy trading in New Atlantis, I picked up a contract from GalBank to get some con-man who defaulted in his loan to pay up. This had me heading out to Tau Ceti.

Of course, I can't just go somewhere with something else cropping up to distract me, now can I? As soon as I hit the system I picked up a distress signal. A local settler was having spacer trouble. So, naturally, I went to go see if I could help. Any day I can unload a few rounds in to a hostile spacer trash is a good day, I say.

Turns out him and three other families in the system are having a bad time of it. And on top of that they've been feuding with each other, or as it turns out, the guy who sent the signal for help had initially been kind of a colossal asshat to the others. But at least he's level headed enough now to admit his mistakes and wants everyone to legitimately survive. So not only do I have to get these grump dirtworkers to vibe together again, I got to deal with mucho spacer trash.

I set off to repair three satellites to restore communication lines between the families. Sadly, it looks like one family was already removed from the galactic equation. Each stop I made I blew some spacers out of the cosmic skies. Good riddance. The repair jobs weren't too difficult. I don't know why the spacers didn't just blow the transmitters up entirely. But I guess maybe they were gonna move in after their prey was hung up to dry? I don't know. Ain't no point in thinkin' too hard about it.

After getting all three family heads to meet up and cooperate, we made a joint run against two groups of spacer ships then almost immediately went all in for the kill and took out their base of operations aboard a derelict station. Another ton of haul this go. And the extra creds from the settlers was a nice boost.

Luckily, my initial contract is nearby in the system so I make a stop there to negotiate before heading back to New Atlantis. The target had himself holed up in a sparsely populated military outpost near a mostly abandoned mining facility of some sort. Not a whole lot of resources of note on the planet either. I manage to scan everything of worth on a short trek around the zone. Lady Luck must be on my side today. I was able to avoid a painful confrontation with the target and get him to pay what he owed without incident. Sometimes I'm amazing at my own talkin' skills. I'm glad he wasn't dumb about it. I hate to shoot someone, even if they give me a reason 'cause they got their head too far up their own ass.

As I'm leaving the planet I run in to some old friends of mine, coming to collect the bounty on my head. Jokes on them though, 'cause I've had enough excitement for one day. I ignore their comm hail and charge up my grav drive. While they're scrambling to get a target lock I'm skipping out of the system and back toward New Atlantis.

Sorry, boys. I got more creds to acquire and I don't feel like playing with ya'll right now.

Once I'm touched down at the Atlantis port I jog over and give the GalBank man his credits and get a nice little sum for myself. I might come back and take another job. Not that I enjoy helping the big bank corps or anything, but. My ship ain't gonna last forever and I'm gonna need every spare cred I can get to afford a new one. 'Cause god damn is they expensive.

I dump my haul at the local Trade Authority down in The Well, then head back topside. I run in to the scientist I helped the other day, who wouldn't you know, could use a bit more help! Heck, why not friend. I'm right here after all. And all he needs me to do is talk to an associate and get some data. Now, this associate don't like him much for whatever reason. Ain't any of my business. And as I'm talkin' to his associate friend… gosh dang. I'd really just like to punch him in the face. I almost had to to get that data. To think… he wanted me to break in to the apartment of his MAST supervisor and falsify his records so he could get a promotion. Boy. You just told me you got terrible performance reviews and you want me to make you look like a golden shiny apple? I don't think so. I had to a get a little grumpy with him, but I got the data. From the sounds of it, my scientist friend is on to something and may need my assistance again in a few days. I look forward to it! (Apparently something downright awkward is going on with this certain species of trees in New Atlantis and it could spell trouble for lotsa folks if something ain't done about it. So, of course, I'll help where I can.)

Now… I been doin' a lot of work around the New Atlantis area. I'm thinkin' I'm gonna head out and check out one of the other main hubs. See what else is out there. Atlantis is a nice enough place but. It may just be a little posh for my blood. And I'd like to, y'know, get my own place. Never owned a spot outright before and… I'm thinkin' maybe for once… I'd like to.

I'll catch ya up later.

End log.

[the-firebird69]

There are a lot of grumblings out there they're talking about our son and low tones and we don't like it you need them out of here it sounds like they're all done and they keep saying it and they don't really know they think that they had the clones attacked and it came out very clearly and they're going to get their asses handed to them it's very serious this moments we have right now and I hear your son and daughter-in-law knows instructing them already but they said it's a problem or retaining it and then repeat it and then all of a sudden boom they're moving and we got to be able to stop whatever they have including shooting upwards and people are moving in to do it and people going to regret ever raise your stupid voice to us we don't like it we told them no. We don't want to see you people I'm tired of hearing your disgusting stories we have a job to do we're going to do it.

Right now you see the pseudo empire we see them and they're forming lines. And they're getting pretty big. We're coming in now and we'll see what they're up to and it's just as bad and this is the last time everybody is saying it and they researched the ship stuff and they know about it and the advertised why they're doing it tonight and it's going to be all over. Other groups are coming in and the max are coming in and foreigners and uniform. And we are too. Paramilitary sharks county Charlotte county sheriff same uniform. They are trying to get here in Atlanta and a lot of them as the pseudo empire. What's going on shortly that they're starting to invite their infighting and a lot of those people can be hauled off mostly by the big groups and moments. They're complaining they're trying to get their firearms it's going to be a little war. Would you understand what's going to happen but we have to be ready more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

Let's get going here right now

Zig Zag

We're in and we need more

Savage opress

Sunday more now but really we're sending more now but let's get together now

Frank Castle hardcastle good idea took nukem Blockbuster Duke nukem

[spacedustandpirates]

A year ago.. part two

[Captain] "Me?! Why you always assume that -I- said something? I wasn't the one flirting with a space gangster's sister-thing!" The captain shouted back, crashing through a pile of crates in an effort to avoid getting vaporized by blaster fire! "Holy shit why are there so many of them?!" Though it seemed everyone and their alien mothers had the same idea as them as patrons of all types were booking it towards the hangar bays!

"Tell Kieran to watch out, whole bar is comin' with us to their ships too!"

"I'M NOT SHOOTING AYLIN! THEY'RE SHOOTING AT US! -- Wait how ugly we talkin'? Emperor's fourteenth cousin and his big bad fleet ugly or that slimeball from Akua ugly? Either way we're way past our welcome here get ready to turn and burn for us ya hear?" [Kieran] "Corso's going to get some venerable alien disease at some point, sticking his dick in any xeno that'll stand him," he rumbled to himself, thankfully not over the comms. Didn't need the hassle from the Captain or Corso. "Hear you loud and clear, Cap. I've already taken one down, what's a few more bodies on the kill counter?"

He brought the laser rifle up and sighted, snapping a shot off at one that was bound and determined to shoot the Captain in the back. He also managed to get a snap shot off at one pursuing Corso. "Let's get going, people." [Corso] "And what's wrong with that?! Sayin' I'm not good enough to be talking with space gangster's sisters!" He went tumbling head over ass as they collided with a large stack of crates. "Besides! Shootin' didn't start between her legs, did it?!"

Corso propped his hands atop a crate and took some precise shots at their pursuers, making sure not to catch any civilians in the cross fire. A few well timed shots sent the gangsters ducking for cover, buying them just a few more seconds of time to escape.

"MOVE!" He got to his feet and emptied the last two rounds downrange as he backtracked. Corso couldnt help but laugh to himself as their alien counterparts seemed to have no idea what was firing at them, with a virulent lack of bright laser flash's. He ejected the spent magazine and swiftly replaced with a fresh one before turning around and hauling ass after the captain. [Aylin] “Ohhh..” Her voice became sing-song, her stare locked on the monitor that supervised the loading ramp and that section of the ship. “You knowwww - fourteenth cousin kinda ugly - pretty sure they aren’t looking at you yet. They just entered the backdoor of Boom Shakalaka..”

That was fun to say, boom shaka - boom boom shaka. She wiggled in her chair, one leg lifted to tuck her foot behind the opposite leg’s calf.

“Sureeeeee thing Captain.. Shakashaka -la, just waiting for you to wander on aboard.” If the crew weren’t currently being chased by a mob of gangster aliens with the threat of aggressive Zirax jumping into the mix the cargo hold, loading dock and bridge would be thumping with some base heavy music but most time it wasn’t so good in a fire fight.

[Captain] "I'm sayin' we make terrible gangsters!" The captain shouted, sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him, while weaving left and right to avoid blaster fire from their pursuers! "Serpentine, serpentine!" He quite nearly tripped when Aylin confirmed what type of ugly was being added to their current predicament, stumbling forwards.

"You gotta be kidding me.. Jump thirty-two times, navigate not one but TWO asteroid fields, and they're STILL managing to keep pace with us? Sticky sonofabitch that one!"

They could see the ship now waiting just past the the forcefields on the outer docks, ramp extended and all. With such a welcome sight ahead of them it would stir newfound speed within the captain as he flailed his arms above his head. Maybe as a signal to Aylin. "Gogogogo! We're jumpin', just don't close the ramp!" [Kieran] Kieran switched the rifle to automatic fire and began to lay down supressing fire on the pirates as Corso and the Captain ran towards them. "I gotcha Cap, just move your ass!" Two more pirates went down, lanced by the red laser fire as. He looked up at his helmet's HUD, taking control of one of the external cameras of the ship to keep an eye on the Zirax. "Don't wanna be tangling with these Zirax bastards while we're dealin' with pirates!" [Corso] "I wont argue with you on that!" Corso was blazing a trail right on the captains heels as they came bursting into the hangar. "Aint got caught up yet though, gotta count for something!" He laughed as the blazing inferno of the engines nearly knocked him back, managing to keep his footing as he leapt onto the loading ramp before it got just out of reach.

Once they were all aboard and getting underway, he kept low and rolled to the side of the loading bay and jammed his heel into the emergency blast door controler. "Were all accounted for!" He pushed himself to his feet and sprinted to one of the flight seats at the rear of the hangar. "Buckle up less you wanna taste bulkhead!" He slammed down in the seat and secured his cross harness and braced himself for warp. "I fuckin' love this part! PUNCH IT, AYLIN! YEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWW." [Aylin]

Jumping?

Close the ramp?

Her nose crinkled as she tried to focus on the captain’s voice in the chaos. Well, if he said so. She flicked the switch and listened for the warning sounds to let her know that they were no longer latched to the asteroid. Another button pressed and the ramp began to retreat into the ship, the auto doors did remain open for them.

Guess they were really gonna be jumping! And that kind of adventure called for some speaker music -quick fingers found more buttons and the ship’s speakers blared the fast paced, bass filled music throughout every inch of the ride. Enjoy.

“Get fucked..” She held up one middle finger to the Zirax pilot who watched the excitement. He was docked and his men were somewhere inside so he wasn’t going to be doing anything but staring with his big ass head and gross mouth.

Once the hanger door signaled as shut, the ship rolled away from the rock and the pissed off gangster pirates. Seated or not, they were off.

“Hold on to your balls, boys.” The music interrupted only for a second to as she relayed the warning.

Yeeeeehawwww.

[silly-jellyghoty]

Technically yes. You could put people into insulated full body suits, you could fashion float vests with something like thermite in them that can keep generating heat the same way how people use heat pads for shipping reptiles (those things can generate ambient heat for up to 70 hours). But all of those have their own issues. 1) they are bulky. They would take more space to store than standard float vests we use these days. 2) in order to work properly they would have to be fitted to size, which may be an issue. A vesel may need to be stacked with several times more of these than is the number of passangers since they would need to be available in a range of sizes to make sure that all people can find their own fit 3) time. This may or may not be a factor, depending on how accute is the situation (it took Titanic 3 hours to sink) but you can strap a vest on in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile getting undressed from whatever you are currently wearing and then snugging into what is basically a neopren body suit2.0 takes time and will most likely require an assistance - things that you may be short of.

So yeah, rather than doing that in the middle of a general panic, you gotta invest into strategies that work without putting people in the water in the first place. You need life boats - rigid or inflatable, doesn't really matter - and fast and trustworthy deploying system for them. Those Titanic boats on higher levels with no system other than manpower to take them down? Fail. Those cranes that needed 2 sets of people to operate them at the same time? Fail. Same cranes that had no easy way of detatching ropes from boats so the ship wouldn't accidentally pull them down so people had to cut ropes themselves? Fail. Speaking about cutting ropes, where are visibly marked boxes with emmergency equipement like axes, free rope coils, signal flares, float rings, and so on? Fail.

Oh right, i almost forgot. It wasn't in the movie, but Titanic was on fire before it even departed from Europe (not that they let passangers know but some crew survivals testified the fact after the rescue). Coal they stored for boilers spontaneously combusted and the solution the crew came up with was to chug it into said boilers already on fire, hopefully burning it faster that it would on its own to stop the damage from spreading to other piles. At the same time, if they burned it instead of letting it burn and die out naturally (and possibly melting parts of the hull in the process) or chugging it into ocean, this way they could still use it to propel the ship forward and not end up stranded in the middle of the ocean with no fuel at all and structural damage to boost.

So the Titanic went fast because it had no other choice. Yeah ok, that's a lie, they could have turned around, get back to Europe, evacuate, and deal with the fire in a harbor, but that would spoil the reputation of a whole lot of very rich and powerful people. So instead they were like - nah, gotta go fast, haul our asses into USA, offload all passengers, then once everyone leaves, we can finally deal with consequences and hush all rumours before they even start.

But when you have a fast moving object, it's hard to change its direction and from that point on, the movie was *cheff's kiss*

If the coal wasn't on fire, they would be moving slower. This would give the crew more time between the spotting of the iceberg and passing by, and it would make it easier to change the ship's trajectory.

If they had more life boats, more people would be able to stay out of water entirely.

If the crane system was constructed in more user friendly fashion, deploying of said boats would be faster and smoother.

Wet clothes and life vests were quite honestly the least important part of it all. Did you know that you can die of hypothermia in lukewarm water too? If your core temperature drops under 23°C you are done. The only question is - will it take 1 hour or 10?

But hindsight is always 20/20 and people have the tendency to dismiss hypothetical issues until they have to face them for real. So. We know better now and we had to learn from Titanic and other unlucky events like that. Vests for example aren't for keeping you alive in the water until you are rescued. They are there to keep you floating even if you are unconscious so that other survivors can drag you into their life boat. If there is one.

So I watched Titanic for the first time last night and now I’m wondering if there’s ever been any new invention or new technique or procedure developed to keep people from freezing to death in cold water. Like, I know Hot Hands exists but could you make a whole life jacket full of that stuff and make the heat last long enough for rescue? If everyone floating in the water snuggled up with each other would the shared body heat save them or would everyone’s wet clothes just make them lose heat faster?

[murdersquazh]

Bro Kurata loving planes is like the most wholesome and adorable thing ever

[foli-vora]

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A/N: Yeah. Enjoy lmao. God damn I need to bite that vein -

Summary: title pretty much sums it up, y’know? You fucked up. Again. Colonel Flag has had enough.

Pairing: Rick Flag x f!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: swearing, SMUT 18+ ONLY - there’s no daddy here, only Colonel Flag. Use of Colonel/sir and soldier, authority kink, slight degradation, dom!Rick, rough unprotected p in v sex, masturbation (m receiving), oral sex (m receiving), attempted boot grinding, orgasm denial, cum shot on the ass, a couple of spanks. If I’ve forgotten anything, please let me know and I’ll add it!

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You never fucking listen. Why do you never fucking listen? You’re a pain in his fucking ass. Anything could have happened. You could’ve been injured, killed. And then what? He would have to haul your body home, if Waller even allowed it, and then what? He goes about his usual day pretending like he never felt this? Like the last few months weren’t real? Fuck you and your fucking attitude—

“A word.” He grits. “Now.”

Harley winces beside you, face creasing into a scrunch as her lips stop at your ear. “He’s mad-mad.”

You ignore her, eyes glued to Rick’s broad back as he turns and starts to march away. You knew he would be when you made that split second decision to dive for a group of enemies, Rick’s panicked voice all but screaming in your ear to hold position, to just fucking listen.

He’d been quiet with you ever since. He didn’t sit beside you on the jet, didn’t commend your work along with the others, didn’t even look at you.

“Shit.”

You have to jog to catch up to him, his long legs already carrying him down and around the winding corridors of Belle Reeve. He barely spares a glance over his shoulder when he hears your booted feet stumble behind him, and then he stops, all but ripping open his office door and gesturing for you to enter.

You eye the Colonel Flag stamped across the glass in neat gold lettering before stopping in the middle of the space, curiosity overriding your system. You’d never seen his office. You didn’t even know that he had one, but now that you think of it, of course he would. It’s neat, naturally. A place for everything, everything in its place.

Filing cabinets with contents you were sure were labelled and organised to absolute perfection, neatly stacked files on his desk - there’s not a lot of decoration besides a potted plant and a frame. It’s on his desk, facing his empty chair, and it piques your interest immediately, though you dare not move to touch it.

“Sit.”

The bite of a retort sits on your tongue. You’re not a fucking dog—but then his eyes are on you, swirling and burning with pure rage, practically daring you to open your mouth, and wisely, you decide to bite your tongue.

Slipping silently into the chair facing his desk, your hands fold in your lap, and you wet your lips to coat the sweet apology building in your mouth, “Rick—”

“Colonel Flag.”

Oh. Okay. Fuck.

“Colonel,” you correct instantly, swallowing around the sudden nervous lump in your throat.

Did you go too far? Was this something you couldn’t sweet talk your way out of? Did he feel you took advantage of his little soft spot for you? It wasn’t like that. You hoped he didn’t see it like that. Shit. You really fucking liked this guy, and here you were, pulling your classic bullshit moves and breaking something potentially special before it even had a chance to grow into anything. 

“I don’t—”

He holds a hand up, palm facing you in a sickening demand for immediate silence and you shrink a little under the heavy waves of authority flowing from him, mouth snapping shut with the click of your teeth.

“I should kick your ass off the team and ship you back to Central City.”

Your face twists immediately, nose curling in disgust at the mention of your home city. He wouldn’t, would he? You’d told him how much you hated it there, once admitted in the careful cover of night that you felt truly, utterly alone there. That stupid red suited Road Runner kept the illegal fun to a minimum, you had no friends, no family. The stupid X-Y-Z-what-the-fuck-ever Task Force was all you had, and though your sentence had been up a few months ago, Waller was more than happy to keep your ass around to use as she pleased.

He watches the way your eyes dull and fall to his desk, a slight twinge of guilt tugging at his chest. Rolling his own eyes, he rubs the bridge of his nose with a heavy sigh.

“I won’t,” he mutters, “but I should.”

“I am sorry, Rick. I can make it up to you?” You coo suggestively with a flutter of your lashes, lips twitching into a devious little smirk when his eyes flash to you. You deflate instantly at his snort of harsh amusement.

“Is that how you think this is going to go? You open those legs and I’m meant to forget all the fucking bullshit you put me through?” His eyes narrow and you suddenly feel fucking ridiculous, shoulders curling in as his glare deepens.

Fucking shit. You’d pushed him too far. You should’ve known—even the most tolerant of men had their limits and you had cracked the ever patient Rick Flag. Slight panic flares in your chest, your fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you shift under his heavy scrutiny. 

“Not much of a punishment for you, is it?”

A frown twitches between your brows and you glance up at him in question, the blunt edge of your nails catching over the rough fabric of your tac pants as you scratch the anxiety from your system.

“Is it?” He presses, voice curling into a low growl. 

It’s immediate, automatic. “No, sir.”

“So what do I do?”

You adjust yourself on the soft padded cushion of the chair, nerves spiking your heart into an unsteady beat. It’s a clear question, but it’s a question that is clearly rhetorical and one that he does not want to be answered. 

“You never fucking listen.” He continues, his own seat squeaking quietly as he reclines back into it. He dwarfs it, frame so broad and large in the pathetic excuse for a cheap office desk chair it’s almost laughable. You would laugh, if it wasn’t for the way his eyes narrow in on you with such a heavy air of authority it leaves you startlingly intimidated.

Of course he was intimidating. He was a leader. You’d seen him in action, seen the way he could snap the prison guards to attention and back off from dealing their shitty little remarks to the various members of the squad. You’d seen him interrogate someone in the field, hand curling into the fabric of their shirt and pushing them up against the wall with a ripple of trained muscle.

All you’ve known, though, all you’ve ever received, was Rick and his soft, openly warm gaze, his understanding, and his ever polite requests and instructions, despite you and the squad constantly pushing and pushing his buttons… but you’ve never been on the receiving end of Colonel Flag—

“Even now, you’re not fuckin’ listenin’.”

Your blink snaps your attention back instantly, a wave of shame rolling over your face. He’s definitely pissed. The twang of his accent comes through more when he’s angry. Shit. The apology is almost out, tongue rolling around the words, but once again, a palm raises in your direction and you find them dying out in your mouth.

Get your fucking head together—

“I hate what it fucking does to me.”

Well fuck. If your attention had been wandering before, it was going absolutely nowhere now. Tunnel vision, and he was at the end of it, in all of his broad, angry glory. It was automatic, both your mind and body curling around his suggestive words with a flare of heated interest.

You give it a moment, letting his words settle in the quiet room before blinking softly up at him from beneath your lashes. Your tone was complete innocence, naïve and soft. “What does it do?”

Of course he knows better; sees right through your sweet little act with sharp eagle eyes. You were many things but innocent was nowhere to be found on that extensive list and he absolutely knew it. He knew it better than anyone.

His eyes narrow, jaw tightening under the strain of his irritation as a sarcastic scoff sounds from his mouth. “As if you don’t know.”

You keep his gaze, heart thundering in your chest and beating against your rib cage as the tension in the room reaches a new high, the skin along your shoulders prickling from the authoritative energy rolling from him. You should fuck up more—

He moves. You don’t want to look away from the challenge swirling in his eyes, but your peripheral can’t help but notice when, and to where, his hands falls, strong gun roughened fingers plucking his zipped jacket up and out of the way, baring a delicious little slither of stomach before falling to the button holding his pants together.

Is this another challenge? A test? Where are you meant to look? Where does he want you to look? You swallow, teeth mashing in your determination to keep your gaze steady with his. His fingers are moving, your brain screaming at you to just look, only for a second, just to peak at what he’s doing—

The slow drag of a zipper in the quiet room rips a sharp exhale from your lungs, and you can’t help it, the temptation too fucking strong. Your eyes fall, mesmerised by the way his fingers move and dive beneath the rough material.

You’re not even sure what fucking sound you make when his hand finally frees his cock from the confines of his tac pants. You go to stand, hands landing on the arms of the chair to push your body from the seat, eager to get around the stupid fucking desk and straight into his lap—

“No. Stay there.”

The chair squeaks quietly under your weight when you let yourself fall back into it, a pathetic little whimper of disappointment falling from your throat as a frown works its way between your brows.

“But I—”

“No. You can sit there, shut up and watch.”

Jesus fucking Christ. 

His brow arches, jaw tight.

“Yes, sir.” You breathe, sighing softly in relief when he nods once in silent approval. 

His hand wraps around his stiff cock, and you can almost feel it along your own palm, velvety skin yielding and sliding over the solid flesh. So fucking thick. A bead of precum oozes from him as he squeezes himself once, and it’s automatic for your tongue to slide along your lips in a daze, eyes flittering over the way his thumb rubs and smears it over the angry red tip, the glisten of it under the bland ceiling light screaming for you to just ignore his previous order and have a little taste. Surely he wouldn’t be that angry with your tongue smoothing over his skin...

You whine quietly as his brows furrow, his thick lashes fluttering along his cheekbones as his hips twitch under his ministrations. He must feel so fucking good right now. You catch the way his fingers tighten, grip twisting as he starts to jerk his cock slowly—just like you know he likes.

It’s too fucking hot in this room.

Thighs pressing tightly together, you shift on the chair, desperate to get some friction going to tame the ache flaring from your clit as you watch him. You make a shallow noise, your own hand twitching to dive into your pants and match the rhythm he was teasing himself with.

“C-can I—”

“No.”

Frustration leaks into your groan of disappointment. 

“Problem, soldier?”

“No, sir.”

“Didn’t think so.”

And so the torture, your punishment, really begins.

You just fucking sit there, palms sweaty, skin prickling with the need to just get the fuck up and dive for him. The only time your eyes leave his hand working his cock is when he makes those breathless exhales, the ones that melt so fucking nicely into your ears when he’s moving on top of you, a stutter of a groan caught in his throat. You admire the way his eyes close, cheeks flushing with a sweep of lost in pleasure pink, before they’re back to the main show, his grip tightening and pace picking up the longer you watch him jerk off.

Fire makes a home in your core, pussy slick and throbbing to the lewd slap of his hand and shifting only makes the need for friction worse, the pressure of your thigh rubbing tightly against the other doing nothing to tame the need for fingers, for him, for fucking anything.

“You need to start listening to orders.”

You swallow, mouth dry and eyes wide as they fly up to meet his. Your chest heaves, fingers digging into the arms of the chair as you nod quickly. “I-I know, Colonel.”

His next drawl has you arching. “You gonna start bein’ good for me?”

“Yes, sir. I swear—”

“Come and get it.”

Your legs threaten to give out with how quickly you throw yourself out of the chair. You’re in front of him before you can even inhale, knees clashing against the clean polished floor. You practically dive for him, hands already moving for their target and tongue running across your lips in preparation—

“Wait.”

It’s instant. You freeze, eyes leaving his weeping cock and flicking up to meet his in silent question.

“No hands.”

You lock your fingers together behind your back and wait for another nod of approval before dropping your gaze back to his cock, watching the way his own hand wraps around the base and holds it out for you. Needing no other invitation, you dive forward and take him into your mouth, going straight for the kill and forcing your throat to relax to take him as deep as you could as soon as the salty flesh meets your tongue.

His hips jolt in surprise, flying up and forcing his cock just that little bit further and you moan from the fullness, the discomfort of it, toes curling in your boots when a hand lands on the back of your neck and squeezes in quiet warning.

“Fuck. Easy, soldier.”

You pull back and inhale a lungful of air, muttering a soft ‘Sorry, sir’ before moving back, your tongue winding and smoothing over the head of his cock with a hum of satisfaction. You start to bob your head, the slick feel of him moving against your lips shooting straight down to your core, your pussy clenching as he groans quietly above you, the hand at your neck softening to a gentle rub as you work him over.

You’d stay on your knees for days, weeks, for this man. 

You shift on your knees, hips lifting enough for you to discreetly move and press the heel of your boot softly into your covered pussy, stomach twisting in relief when you finally get a little bit of friction against your clit. You keep your pace, bobbing your head and taking him a little deeper each time while your hips start a small movement of their own, the fire moving and curling along the bottom of your spine.

It only lasts a fucking second.

Colonel Flag doesn’t miss a goddamn thing.

His hand shoves your face away, his cock slipping from your mouth as a string of saliva clings desperately to the end of him and you whine softly, eyes soft and lips already forming their apology as he glares down at you.

“Just when I thought you were doing so fuckin’ well. On your feet. Now.”

“I’m sor—”

“Now, soldier.”

You stumble to your feet after he stands, disappointment and shame flooding you as he towers over you. You swear he’s not normally this tall. Or maybe it was because of the way you purposely made yourself that bit smaller under his authoritative energy, shoulders curling in and head hanging in respect.

A hand curls around your shoulder, and then you’re being shoved face first over the desk, your hands flying to rest on the cool surface as his hands tear and pull at your pants. While he rips at the button holding your pants together, your eyes fall to the frame, a twinge of curiosity returning and poking through the anticipation throbbing through you. 

It’s Rick, dressed casually and bathed in thick afternoon sunlight, with his thick arm wrapped around a woman, soft face wrinkled with age and body fucking tiny compared to the monstrous tower of him beside her. It’s a brief respite from the soul consuming fire Rick was downright slaughtering you with; but a softer, gentler warmth flares in your chest and you can’t help the twitch of a smile, eyes flicking over the pair of them embraced for the photo. Your fingers are gentle as you flip the frame picture-down—you had your suspicions about the mystery woman, small traits and similarities shared by the pair, and you highly doubt you’d be able to enjoy the ferocity of Colonel Flag with his mother watching.

You hear a soft huff of a chuckle and then the burn of fabric as your pants are ripped down past your ass and left to hang around your knees.

Fingers dive between your thighs and he hisses sharply as your arousal easily soaks his digits. “Fuck—”

A boot kicks your ankles and you quickly part your legs as best you could before you feel the press of his cock at your pussy, sliding back and forth through your slick folds and pausing teasingly at your entrance with each slow withdrawal.

“What do you say, soldier?”

“Please, Colonel—”

Your bite into the skin of your hand when he fills you with a single, solid thrust, your front slamming into the desk with the intensity of it. His hands fly to your hips, fingers digging painfully into your heated flesh before he pulls back, cock almost sliding all the way out before he slams forward again, and your cry of pleasure is muffled by your sleeve.

He starts a brutal pace, uncaring as your hands fumble for purchase. You’re babbling a string of nothings, your pleas incoherent and mind hazily cock dumb as his hips slam against your ass again and again, the solid thickness of him sliding and filling you perfectly on every single fucking thrust.

You burn at the feel of him, your back arching as you push back into his brutal aggression and welcoming the ache he quickly starts to cause in your core. Your pussy flutters around him each time he bottoms out within you, your hot walls flexing and tensing so fucking nicely around him and coaxing him further to the edge. His teeth mash under the strain to keep up the furious pace, sweat beading along his forehead as the feral slap of his skin meeting yours echoes around the room.

So good. He’s so fucking good—

You try to tell him, try to gather words to create a single fucking sentence but ultimately give up when he continues to rip the air from your lungs. 

Close. It’s all too much and not enough and so fucking perfect at the same time. So fucking close—

He can feel it in the way you tense beneath him, body curling in on itself and muscles winding in anticipation under his hands. He almost wants to give it to you, a soft part of him desperate to give you everything you deserve before he meets his own end. Almost.

Lips hover at your ear, “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

The whine that leaves your throat is distraught, eyes crushing shut to fend off the searing heat building in your core.

He snarls and presses heavily into your back, keeping you tight and pressed harshly against the desk. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You make a low noise, head falling against your forearm and a slap rings around the room, your mind taking a quick second to catch up. Your ass cheek burns from his quick assault and you whine lowly, needily, pushing desperately back against the forceful press of his hips as he continues to rut deeply into you.

“N-no—”

“Speak up.”

“No, sir!”

“No. You don’t.”

And then he’s ripping completely away, leaving you to cry out in anguish as your pussy throbs hungrily around nothing. You’re lost in a cloud of pleasure, denial, fury - you don’t even know. You stay there, panting against the desk and wondering what the fuck he’s even doing, but then you hear the slap of his hand and moan when you realise he’s jerking his cock again. You want to see, want to watch, but a hand lands on the back of your head and keeps you exactly where you are.

You hear a quiet groan, your toes curling at the filthy sound of it, and then the hot spurts of cum hitting your skin, exactly where it throbs from his slap like the final seal of his punishment.

It takes a moment for you to feel your legs. It takes a moment for you to feel fucking anything other than the devastatingly empty ache of your pussy, and the sadly ignored throb of your swollen clit. You knew Rick, though. He wouldn’t leave you wanting for long.

“‘Soldier’?” You mumble in question against the desk, a tired grin stretching your lips.

He chuckles quietly behind you, the feel of cheap tissues rough against your skin as he cleans you as well as he was able before the rustle of the trash alerts you that he was finished, and you stand to fix your pants.

“I wasn’t going to call you ‘inmate’. You’re not a prisoner anymore.”

You grin at him from over your shoulder. “You think I’d make a good soldier, Ricky?” 

“Not with your attitude.” He snorts, palm now much softer as it playfully swats your ass.

Turning to face him, your hands slide along his shoulders and hook around his neck, his hands landing comfortably on your hips and massaging the lingering ache from your flesh as he smiles tenderly down at you.

“Mm, I don’t know about that… after that little display, I think you’d whip me into shape quicksmart, Colonel.”

He rolls his eyes, smile widening into a shy, boyish grin before he presses a tender kiss to your lips before resting his forehead softly against yours.

“I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself out there, but I just… please be careful.” His words end in a pleading whisper and you sigh softly, nodding as well as you could against the press of his head.

“Yes, sir.”

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2022 SWTOR Secret Santa - Supply Lines

Happy holidays @oolathurman​!! It was my pleasure to be your Secret Santa! ^.^ I hope you’re having a great holiday season, and enjoy a little pet-filled fun and mischief featuring a pair of my Smugglers and the ever-lovely Azukni & Lt. Green for you! (And a mischievous akk pup named Sparks that loves to bring them all together!)

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“KRESENKO VINCENT-!”

Kres grimaced at the roar that emitted from deeper in the halls of the freighter and stooped to scoop up the akk pup that had just been thoroughly enjoying chewing at his ankle like a toddler with a binky. “Time to go!” Akk pup under one arm, Kres grunted as he hefted a sack of supplies over his other shoulder and hauled jets for the ramp.

“I thought I told you to stay out of the Captain’s room, Sparks?” He shot an accusing glare down at the pup when his feet hit the hangar floor. The pup gave a rambunctious growl as it lept to the floor that had Kress roll his eyes. Who was he kidding? “You’re lucky I smuggled you outta Alderaan, runt,” he muttered, roughing a hand over the pup’s head. “Spoiled noble brats don’t know how to keep their credits, huh?”

But he jabbed a finger at the pup. “Don’t get underfoot, alright? Bad enough you got Mads ready to space us both. Keep it up and Hylo’ll never let us on another job, a’right?” He clapped the pup’s shoulder. “Alright, shoo, just… Maybe don’t get into another scuff with Lokin’s friends.” That man’s passions gave him… Eugh. Suppose everyone needed a hobby. Just as long as he stayed clear of R&D.

And if it wasn’t Mads that strung him up for that pup loose in her sock drawer, Bowdarr would probably have a word or three or ten for stirring her all up.

And off the hound went scurrying across the hangar floor, dodging through the legs of a wandering pack of off-duty troops and skittering under the moving crates.

Kres frowned. Alright. Maybe Mads had a point. Void take him if he ever gave her an ego boost, though. He dropped his first load of supplies down with the crates they’d already unloaded and turned back to find Mads tapping her foot away angrily at the top of the ramp.

Kres winced, but quickly flashed his (hopefully) most winning smile. “Yes, Captain?”

The Mirialan’s eyes narrowed. “I told you to keep a leash on that lil’ scoundrel if you were bringin’ him back on my ship.”

Kres rubbed at the back of his head. “I… take it I owe you a cabinet or three or…”

Mads huffed out a sigh and shook her head, planting her hands on her hip. “We can discuss what you owe me later, Kres. For now, get your ass back in here and help me unload these supplies for the medbay. I didn’t hire you just for your good looks!”

Kres shot her finger guns. “But they certainly help, don’t they?”

“Stow it, Vincent! Or I’ll have Hylo ground you for a week!”

“That won’t be necessary, Commodore!” Kres skittered back up the ramp after her.

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Military bases and starships weren’t exactly made for curious akk pups, but they sure had an overabundance of things that interested an akk pup. Stacks of supplies that ranged in smell from boring and utterly metallic, to a hint of something fragrant, spicy, juicy… and out of reach. These usually warranted rather thorough investigation just to ensure there wasn’t a Sparks-sized snack just waiting to be consumed beneath.

There had also been the day the members of Havoc Squad had fallen head over heels for chasing him around the hangar. At least three of them, at any rate. He’d possibly run headlong into Jorgan’s disapproving frown (rather, his armored legs, and then his disapproving frown) and there had been some yelling afterward, but also some elbowing and a few snickers as the pup tried very hard to hide behind the saluting legs of several Havoc soldiers and potentially complicit hangar employees.

Doctor Lokin’s “friends” were a bit too fast for the akk pup’s tastes. And very particular about chasing. And there was usually much less snacks involved than when he chased the Havoc soldiers. There may have been an incident involving a droid.

(Either Sparks made very convincing puppy eyes, or maybe the smuggler did. Maybe they both did, depending on who you asked. Curious akk pups did not appear to be on the usual Alliance recruit roster.)

(Their loss.)

There had, however, been a series of short interactions between Sparks and a particularly large and curious creature. Large compared to the akk pup, that is. Curious mayhap better described the pup’s utter fascination with the large orobird that occupied a small clearing not far from the Enclave and medical facilities.

This was often where Sparks could be found chasing the smaller wildlife that flitted through the Odessen trees. Things that were fast, small, and, as a bonus, shiny, were often fascinating subjects to the akk pup.

Sparks met Lieutenant Green in a similar fashion as he’d met Major Jorgan: careening headlong into a very large, firm leg. With a very distinctive, rather odd squawk.

And then a very giant tongue had lapped over the pup’s face.

All thoughts of little critters abandoned, Sparks returned to bound laps around the giant, colorful bird at every opportunity. Which had been maybe… three times. Several times. Several times since Kres had picked him up from that Alderannian lordling.

It wasn’t like Kres was keeping count and Sparks certainly couldn’t.

For a blessing, this blossoming friendship had not gone entirely unnoticed and (as another blessing for the rest of the Alliance) nor was it unmonitored. Azukni arriving with treats was, perhaps, one of Lt. Green’s favorite occurrences, and the curious new addition to the little gathering of Alliance animals quickly caught on.

And who was Azukni to say no to a new friend?

Sparks yipped from atop the orobird’s back, tongue lolling in excitement as Lt. Green sat staring at the wide door leading back into the Alliance base.

Azukni had been very busy since they had come to Odessen. She was always busy, maybe, and Lt. Green always waited for her. The orobird shuffled his wings and scooted a bit closer to the door.

They had been slowly inching their way closer over the last quarter of an hour or so. Sparks had tired of chasing soldiers and insects and running laps around and through Lt. Green’s legs while the orobird very determinedly tried to lick his face (it was a game of tag, or dodge, in a way - to the akk pup, at least). It should be about time.

They just had to wait.

Very patiently.

Sparks gave a disgruntled little groan from Lt. Green’s back. (Sparks was a little less patient than Lt. Green.)

Finally, the Alliance base doors opened with a woosh and a familiar Zabrak appeared with a bag of (absolutely) treats over her shoulder. Lt. Green announced this with much delighted fanfare, akk pup bouncing on his back as he trotted excitedly over with several very relieved, very pleased squawks.

Azukni giggled as Lt. Green’s tongue lapped over her hair several times vigorously. Meanwhile, the akk pup slithered off of the orobird’s back to yap excitedly at her heels, bouncing at her feet with bright orange eyes fixated on the bag of goods.

“Hello! Hello!” Azukni readily fished around in the depths of her bag to finish her greeting to two of her greatest friends. “Yes, I’m very glad to see you, too, Sparks!” One hand gave the pup a pat on the head, to which he barked, before her other offered the tasty morsel he greedily snarfed down in a bite. “Did you have another good flight? See lots of cool places?” Lt. Green snuffled at her arm with his beak. “Did you already tell Lt. Green all about it?” Sparks yipped again. “I’m late?! My goodness, I’m so sorry, friends! I’ll just have to hear all about it now.”

It was a busy life, looking out for others in a thing like the Alliance, raising kids, making time for pets and so on, but it was all those little things that made it all well worth it. Azukni made for a fairly flat rock near the edge of the clearing, Sparks bobbing excitedly around her legs as she went. She told them about her day, an update on the kids, told Sparks yet again how happy she was to see him returned - it must mean the Commodore and Captain Vincent had made it back safely as well. The Captain and his somewhat wayward acquisition were an amusing tale to track through the Alliance, colorful and bright like the streets of Nar Shadaa she had left behind to come here and look after the folks of the Alliance while they tried to look out for the galaxy.

A pretty big job when you put it like that, wasn’t it?

“No,” Azukni scolded gently as the akk pup whined with wide eyes at her once more. “No more treats, my friend. I’m sorry, but it’s really not good for you.” Another whine. She smiled fondly and scritched the pup’s chin. “I know, I know, but what will Captain Vincent say, hmm?” She playfully winked at the little pup. “He goes through a lot of trouble for you, you know? Major Jorgan is still complaining about you ‘distracting the troops.’” As if a puppy wasn’t the perfect morale booster.

And, true, also a distraction while working. Thoughtfully, she tapped her chin. Maybe she could work out a better schedule for them and the Major. R&R was just as important to a solider as maintaining weapons.

“Sparks? Sparks?!” The akk pup tilted his head back towards the Alliance base. Shortly after the muffled calls, Captain Vincent appeared out of the base doors. Lt. Green cooed at the semi-frazzled smuggler who’s hands rested on his hips as pale eyes scanned the clearing. “Where is that little rascal?”

“Ah, Captain Vincent!” Azukni waved an arm to catch the Captain’s attention with a smile. “Over here!”

“Master Azukni!” Kres trotted over, the akk pup bounding off with a yip-yip to spring at the Captain’s legs halfway over. “I am so sorry,” Kres puffed, scooping the hound into his arms. “I really oughta know to look for the little scoundrel over here by now. He wasn’t bothering you again, was he?”

“Oh, no bother!” Azukni assured with a shake of her head. “I think Lt. Green has taken quite a liking to him, actually!” She fondly patted the orobird who cooed in agreement.

Kres snorted as Sparks rasped a tongue messily across his chin. “Ohh, I’m sure, lil’ rascal,” he muttered, rubbing the hound’s head. “I owe you, Master Jedi, for keepin’ this little one out of an extra freighter’s worth of trouble!”

“He is growing rather fast,” Azukni assented with a fond smile. “How was your last trip?”

“A great run, as far as the haul. I think you’ll like some of what we brought back!” Kres’s nose wrinkled with a slight frown. “Zel uh… may be less inclined to let me tag along for a while though.”

The Jedi fixed a knowing look on the pup that squirmed in the smuggler’s arms. “Getting a wee bit restless for your freighter runs, Captain?”

“Yeah,” Kres said. “My favorite little runt isn’t quite so little anymore, is he?” He let Sparks back out of his arms. The hound snuffled around his feet for a few moments before catching the scent of something interesting and darting off with another yip. “You uh… wouldn’t happen to know anyone lookin’ for a dog, would you?”

Azukni tried and failed to completely suppress a giggle beneath a hand over her mouth. “It would be beneficial for him to have more space. You might start losing more than cargo if he keeps up like this.”

“Yeah, that’s what Mads keeps saying.” Kres shook his head. “I’ll miss the little guy, but… I didn’t fleece him off a noble for kicks. Perfectly legal, I mean. I swear.”

Azukni shook her head in amusement. “I will see about asking around for you. He’s made quite a few friends. I’m sure there is a home to be made for him that may be a bit more permanent.”

“I owe you one. So much.” Kres breathed a sigh of relief. “In other news though, Mads and I just finished unloading. Where’d you like your deliveries?”

Azukni gave a fond pat to Lt. Green. “You’ll keep an eye on our friend, I trust?” The orobird chirped pleasantly and she smiled. “I’ll show you then. And thank you again, Captain.”

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and, as an added bonus, one night I could not continue working on this until I made this very VERY quick and dirty meme a reality, sO

this is how this all started adknflds;nfldsaf

Happy holidays!!! <3

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 318: On Your Left

Previously on BnHA: The Hawksquad+Lurkers were all “well this sucks” and sat around a bit talking about how maybe they should actually come up with a new plan that is actually good, but then in the end they were like “nah.” Deku was all, “THERE’S SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE!! CONSUMING, CONFUSING!! THIS LACK OF SELF CONTROL I FEAR IS NEVERENDING. IT’S HAUNTING HOW I CANT SEEM TO FIND MYSELF AGAIN. MY WALLS ARE CLOSING IN.” Just, literally that whole entire song. All Might was all “Deku you should take care of yourself, try eating a thing,” and Deku was all “BYE, ALL MIGHT,” and just LEFT. He left!!! What the fuck!!!

Today on BnHA: Endeavor is all, “maybe if Deku didn’t listen to All Might he’ll listen to me instead.” Deku is all, “[doesn’t listen to Endeavor]” because, well, yeah. The Vestiges are all, “surprisingly, even we are a little concerned -- maybe you should get some rest, kid.” Deku is all, “((Ò ‸ Ó)).” The Vestiges are all, “holy shit.” Deku is all, “[wanders the ruined city streets terrifying the populace on account of him looking like Shelob had a baby with one of the Nazgul].” Some shriveled-up puppeteer villain asshole is all, “HORIKOSHI SAID IT’S MY TURN TO ATTACK DEKU TODAY SO I AM GOING TO SUMMON MY FRIGHTENED HELPLESS ATTACK MOB!!” Kacchan is all “WHADDYA MEAN THEY FOUND THE NERD!!! -- oh wait, that’s me, I found him. I found the nerd, you guys.” And just in time, too. I was about to owe a whole lot of people a whole lot of dollars.

so I have been super good about spoilers this week as always, but let me tell you guys, for the past 36 hours my dash filters have basically been nonstop “manga spoilers” this and “bnha 318” that, and so I’m coming in with a fair amount of hype here. your move, Horikoshi

oh, good! they got Endeavor to call Deku to try to talk him out of it. what a great and wonderful plan

“listen up kid, you haven’t slept since March and you are basically a walking biohazard right now, I’m just telling it like it is. didn’t you get shot like three times?? and there was a whole thing about how you urgently needed medical attention?? and supposedly we gave it to you, but I mean you haven’t even changed your clothes and don’t seem to have any fresh bandages or anything, so did we?? did we, really?? and also we all got blown up yesterday, so yeah.” hmm he’s making some reasonable points here you guys, but you sure do go on and on, Endeavor

oh he says foreign aid is finally on its way! I’m sure they’ll be very helpful. I mean in fairness they can hardly be worse than the home-grown heroes at this point

hey Enji, could you maybe try appealing to Deku the sixteen-year-old human boy, as opposed to Deku The World’s Last Hope? he does have value beyond his quirk. I know that’s always been an incredibly difficult concept for you to grasp, but could you maybe TRY, jesus

and also we’re worried about you as a person?? you’re just a kid and you’re pushing yourself way too hard?? you were going to say that part next, right. why the hell didn’t Hawks make this call instead

“don’t worry about me... I’m completely fine” Deku you do understand that saying it over and over again doesn’t actually make it true

and again with the rush!! all the rush rush rush!! we’re running out of time, we can’t let AFO and Tomura keep getting stronger, I have to end this now, there’s no time to rest, etc. etc. etc. just the constant pressure of this whole big countdown on top of everything else

holy shit, you KNOW it’s bad when even the Vestiges are telling him to chill

these guys are basically the walking talking embodiments of self-sacrifice; if even they’re telling him he needs to take five, then he must seriously be like half a step away from death’s door

OH SHIT LMAO

DIDN’T EVEN LET HIM FINISH HIS SENTENCE BEFORE HE SENT HIM INTO THE FUCKING SHADOW REALM WITH THAT FUCKING LOOK. HOLY FUCK. DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE TWICE. SHIT

(ETA: so I’m pretty sure this was just Danger Sense activating and so he cut them off to go do more hero stuff, but I’m gonna go ahead and stick to my original interpretation anyway lol.)

anyway so how’s everybody doing. we all good? En, you good? Banjou? Shino? I’m imagining you guys all curled up in a little ball on the floor right now lol. can’t say I blame you though, no shame

lmaoooooooooooo

“SHEESH.” sheesh indeed, lmao. “what in the FUCK was that”

see, this is why y’all need Kacchan. you need someone who’s not going to back down from him no matter what. if it’s a matter of out-stubborning Midoriya fucking Izuku, then there’s only one other person on the planet capable of that, and we all know it. don’t pretend like you don’t. I am not going to shut up about this! we’ve had our hurt so now what about SOME COMFORT, DAMMIT

“I’m afraid that he’s becoming influenced by my conscience” nah are you kidding Nana this is all 100% made-in-Japan pure original Deku right here

see, Banjou gets it. “that kid, he’s totally going on his own.” exactly. this was so inevitable it was basically scientific law

“well I for one don’t see the problem with Deku being so obsessed with saving everyone else that he pushes himself until his body and soul literally fall apart” okay, whose speech bubbles are these?? we’re about to have words

lol of course

well you always did prefer the direct route didn’t you. but even you can’t possibly think this is okay lol

dark AU!Kacchan please tell us more about your badass doomed timeline in which everything went to shit and you apparently had the same character arc that Deku is having right now except it somehow made you sexier instead of turning you into a rabid t-rex. I have so many questions

oh so now you want to help??? well -- good, actually. sorry if that sounded offended just now lol

(ETA: so at first when I got to the end of this chapter I was wondering if Katsuki B. had somehow summoned his alternate-universe counterpart through trippy OFA space telepathy lol. but in the original Japanese there’s no reference to “we”, so this appears to be a mistranslation. this line should probably read more like “if there’s something/someone out there that would be able to complement/complete the current Midoriya Izuku [it would be]…” which, oh hello, is that Horikoshi once again reaffirming that Deku and Bakugou complete each other lol. “guess what guys, the Vestiges ship it too" heck yeah. they know what’s up!)

look how admiring his boyfriends are. HORIKOSHI GIVE US THE REST OF THIS BACKSTORY ALREADY GODDAMMIT

“meanwhile somewhere in the depths of the ruined city, Deku was having a dance-off with the villains”

I like how the villains all have this “AHH WHAT THE FUCK” kind of body language to them lol. I mean if it were me, and an eldritch horror suddenly clawed its way from the shadows with its writhing glowy tentacles and pants-shitting nuclear death stare, I would probably just die on the spot. no need to stick around. only pain awaits

lol for a minute I thought this was Can’t Ya See-kun and I was like “WHAT A FASCINATING CROSSING OF PATHS” but it’s just some random girl

he seems genuinely confused lol

Deku it’s because you look like something that crawled out of a sewer drain, sweetheart

lol they just took his word for it?

so trusting. even though they’re immediately hauling ass anyway just to be safe lmao

“my appearance is frightening to others” no shit Deku it’s because you look like a fucking alien exorcism. you look like a Lich that got caught up in an oil spill my dude

NO NOT THE CHOSEN ONE ANGST AGAIN

I RAN OUT OF ESSAY JUICE FOR THIS ALREADY HORIKOSHI!! I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT IT FOR MONTHS NOW WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!! BUT ANYWAYS, GOOD!! I MEAN, BAD, THOUGH, OBVIOUSLY. BUT YES

“ENJOY THIS MONTAGE OF DEKU BATTLING A RANDOM KAIJU AND WANDERING THE WOODS LIKE A DERANGED GREEN BABA YAGA” okay yes but sir, exactly how much longer is this going to go on. if it’s a matter of you wanting to make sure we get it, let me assure you that aside from a few stray chuunis who think that Deku embracing the Darkness is the coolest thing he’s ever done, all of us here in fandom fully comprehend that this is Not Good

-- OH SO IT’S LIKE THAT

really. with the flashbacks to his loved ones’ smiling faces and everything. not even gonna try to aim above the belt, huh

AND NO KACCHAN??! NO CLASSMATES?!?! IS HE PURPOSELY NOT THINKING OF THEM??? OR ARE THEY BEING SAVED FOR THE NEXT PAGE??? SO HELP ME, IF THE NEXT PART OF THIS SENTENCE IS “CAN PROTECT THEM”, OR EVEN WORSE, “CAN SEE THEIR SMILING FACES AGAIN”, I...

WHAT DID I JUST SAY

(ETA: my man did Sero and Kaminari fucking dirty lmao. I miss their smiling faces too omg.)

the sheer, unparalleled irony of him saying this while he stands there looking like the gargoyle demon from Fantasia got crossed with an umbrella that got struck by lightning. Deku :(

oi who the fuck is this clown

is he controlling this mob with his evil hair. “what if I made an exhausted, running-on-fumes Deku battle a brainwashed mob at Ground Zero.” Horikoshi do you just have like a checklist of horrible things you want to do to your protagonist

easy there Sasori

well joke’s on you buddy because he’s apparently “completely fine”, so

“here’s to hoping that you know more about AFO’s location than the others” jesus christ Deku you really have hung your mercy out to dry huh

now he’s forcing his mob of terrified prisoners to attack Deku ahhhh. sucks to be them. at least they’re not being controlled by bees

so Deku is saying that Sasori’s control can be broken with “physical trauma.” similar to Shinsou’s quirk I guess. but so does that mean he’s gonna have to hurt them? ( •﹏•)

NO NOT MORE SAD EYES

“DEATH BY EMPATHY!!!” HORIKOSHI NO

fuck. he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out

this is what happens when you nerf a character’s self-preservation stats in favor of spamming their bone-breaking stats instead. NOW ACCEPTING BRAIN CELL DONATIONS FOR A BOY IN NEED!! with your loving generosity we can hopefully help him live to the ripe old age of seventeen

OMGFGGG

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[grabs your hands] ლ(*꒪ヮ꒪*)ლ [swings you in a circle] へ(ﾟ◇ﾟへ)

THASSSSSSSS WHATSSSSSSS UPPPPPPPPPP

HORIKOSHI REALLY SAID FUCK THAT MASK (ノ°ο°)ノ YOU FINALLY LEARNED!! IT’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!

JUST FOR YOU KACCHAN, HORIKOSHI LEFT THIS ONE BAD GUY WHO’S STILL WEAK TO FIRE. GOD BLESS

IT’S YOUR COUNTERPART, KATSUKI B!!!! HOW WE DOIN OVER THERE IN THE TRIPPY COSMIC OFA SPACE REALM LOL. DO WE BELIEVE YET, FANDOM???

LIGHTS!!!!

INSTANT RESULTS!!! IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!!!

(ETA: imagine what this must look like to Deku though. he’s been caught up in this dark cloud of despair and exhaustion that’s been building up over... I’m gonna go ahead and say “weeks”, because yeah. and now he finds himself here, in the place where All Might’s legacy ended and the torch was passed to him. and the world is in ruins, and he’s surrounded by frightened people who are all trying to hurt him -- because who isn’t trying to hurt him, these days -- and he’s scrambling to figure this all out, but meanwhile the weariness is finally starting to catch up to him, and so he’s basically just standing there in a fog of complete and utter misery.

and then all of a sudden through that haze, he hears the one voice that’s more familiar than any other that he knows. like, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he was just imagining it at first. Kacchan showing up to save him right when he’s at his most desperate and feeling the most alone. Kacchan, showing up to save him.

this is the person he always looked up to as a child (to be fair he was quite a strange child lmao). the person who was even closer to him than All Might. the person he always thought was amazing. and bam, here he is now. appearing in the sky out of nowhere to one-shot the bad guy with a single blast (which, btw, that was his armor-piercing attack too lmao dslkjlk take it easy there kiddo). like, that must have felt absolutely surreal to him, especially coming at a time when he’s already half-delirious and barely hanging on to reality. he must have really thought that he was losing it there for a second.

but he’s really there. it really is him. and for this brief moment -- before the rest of the situation catches up to him, and he remembers about all of the fucked-up AFO stuff, and remembers why he was so afraid and why he was pushing everyone away -- for just this one brief moment, he’s too exhausted and stunned to do anything except to just react. just stands there, looking up at him in awe.

and you know, it almost reminds me of...

just. you guys. the character development. the freaking character development. someone who brings reassurance. someone who shows up and makes you think, “oh, it’s all going to be okay now, because [person] is here.” the role reversals. the growth. the payoff!! because who is the one person who always had faith that Kacchan would one day grow up to become an amazing hero like that. WHO IS IT. YOU ALREADY KNOW.

omg. anyways, bless you Horikoshi, my feels which have been on backorder since fucking September have finally arrived lmao. yes, good, thank you. worth the wait. it is always, always worth the wait. fuck yeah.)

“LOWFRIES” SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THE WHOLE GANG IS HERE, AHHHHHHHH (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ )

BEAUTIFUL. WONDERFUL. SENSATIONAL. I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT JUMP IS ON BREAK NEXT WEEK. THIS RIGHT HERE WILL SUSTAIN ME

[celestial-fucking-weeb]

NAGĀ!SERO

Hey y’all! This is a part of the Citrus Server Hybrid!AU Collab! The masterlist is HERE, please please please go check everyone’s pieces out!

A/N: I am fully aware that this is all over the place, ya girl is off her meds and will edit later. Please don’t tell me it sucks, I already know and I hate it, too.

SERO HANTA X F!READER

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, angst, smut, double penetration, aphrodisiac, interspecies miscommunication, size kink, breeding kink, mating, idk tell me if i missed anything

You had always heard stories about creatures in the forest; ones that eat humans, ones kidnap children, ones that would hurt you if you ever ran off by yourself. You didn’t believe them… Or maybe you did, but either way, the creatures could never be as scary as the life you already lived.

You had been taken prisoner when your coastal village was raided by pirates. Your clan’s viking warriors were off on a journey, leaving all of you oh so vulnerable with depleted numbers. They were going to kill you, like they did most of the others, but the pirate setting fire to everything in his path halted when he found you trembling under the rubble.

“Tomura, come see the new toy I found. Don’t you wanna keep her?”

“You sadistic bastard, how you get off to them crying like that never fails to make me sick. I don’t care what you do with her, Dabi, but I’m not cleaning up after you this time.”

They hauled you back to their ship, stripped you of everything and chained you in the hull. People came in and out, always different but always vile. You never spoke, you knew they wanted your screams. Overhaul, the captain, was the worst. You never knew when he was coming, and once he was there, you wondered what he wanted from you at all. Chained up, never touching you with anything but knives and his boots, not looking for your reactions… You wondered if he’d even notice if you stopped breathing. You dissociated for most of it, choosing instead to safeguard your mind, plan an escape.

About a year later, you found an opportunity in the carelessness of one of your captors. You docked someplace warm, someplace humid, maybe tropical? Toga had left your chains too loose after your last “date”, and had tossed the keys just a bit too close. As soon as she left, you had slipped your wrists out of the restraints, strained for the keys, and unlocked the shackles around your ankles. Not taking a moment to revel in the surreal feeling of being unchained, you listened until the heavy footsteps above you all faded into nothing, leaving the ship and most importantly: leaving you alone.

You ran. You ran so steadily, somehow comforted by the sounds of destruction getting further and further away. You found yourself blindly sprinting into a forest that looked nothing like your own, so damp and bright and warm. You kept running until you heard shuffling behind you, causing you to find the first thick vine hanging in your vicinity and clung to it as you climbed. Looking back, you see a simple boar grazing the forest floor. Sighing in relief, you relaxed a bit too soon, as the vine you had wrapped yourself around began to move.

Before you could react, you were wrapped up tightly in bands of muscle and brought towards the head of the- wait…- man? You had heard of nagā before, but the ones from your village’s stories were never described as so… tan, muscular, handsome. He didn’t look all that mean from the waist up, just the black, orange, and yellow scales trailing down his massive, strong tail seemed intimidating. He looked confused, concerned even, by your nakedness and panic stricken silence. Forked tongue flicking out to taste the air, smelling the blood and the abuse on your skin, seeing your quickly defeated body give up, and your mind resign itself to the comfort that at least you died free of your captors.

“Are you… okay?” The giant snake rumbles, human hand reaching towards your face and recoiling when you flinch.

You haven't spoken in months, your silence having been a security blanket, and you’re not ready to give that up. You do nothing, just look into his eyes and search for any sort of indication as to what he’s going to do. He loosens his grip a bit, just enough to slip down from his tree and head towards his hide- an old cave covered in ivy, moss, and little orange blossoms. He brings you in, and places you down on the ground before turning away to rummage through his things. He brings out water and bandages, along with some kind of salve that looks like a mixture of plants. You don’t reach for the water when he sets it near you, so he resorts to using the tip of his tail to bring it to your lips while his hands are busy tending to your wounds and gently rubbing the salve over your poorly healed scars. He offers you food, very confused when you don't seem to know what to do with the forest rodent he’s brought you, and decides on fruits he’s found. You don’t seem to want to do anything, not even going to sunbathe even though you’re obviously shivering.

THAT’S IT!!! SHE’S COLD! He thinks to himself, before wrapping his tail around you once more and bringing you outside to the rock where he typically warms himself. He gently places you down, uncoils you from his grasp, and gives you enough space to move as you please. You blink a few times, slowly realizing you’re free. He helped you? For no reason? He doesn’t know you…

“H-Hi… Thank… Thank you.” You mutter, looking away and blushing.

Cute… He thinks. “YOU TALK!!! What’s your name? I’m Sero, but you can call me Hanta! I was worried about you! Who are you? Why are you here? How did you get here?”

The line of questioning makes your head spin, and you try your best to answer before looking down and realizing you never found clothes. Blushing once again, you meekly gesture to your body and ask, “C-Clothes. I need clothes.” Hanta looks confused, but retreats to the cave and returns, bringing you a large piece of cloth that somewhat resembles a hemp blanket. It smells like oranges and spice, and you unconsciously snuggle into its comfort. Sero notices your calmed reaction to his scent and approaches you, gingerly grasps your ankle and picks up your leg, never having been so close to a human, and explores the strange angles your appendages bend.

“What are you doing?” You seem embarrassed, despite the number of people who've touched you before. This is too familiar, too intimate, almost too gentle.

“Tiny… Humans are… Small…”

You let him bend your limbs and play with your squish, strangely calm and trusting in his presence. He seems so enthralled by your body and how you move, so intrigued. That is, until he makes his way to massaging your plush thighs, causing a rush of arousal you hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. He prys opens your legs to continue his ministrations, not knowing the smell of your lust would have him flicking his tongue out and his eyes turning to hyper-focused slits. He suddenly releases your legs, slithers around your back, and presses against you. He taps the top of your head with his chin and waits for your response. Not knowing what this means, but wanting him to continue his exploration, you lean back into him and whine quietly.

You have no idea what you’ve started.

Hanta leans down, pressing sweet kisses down the column of your throat and leaving scathing bites in all the right places. Aphrodisiac venom coursing through your veins, you don’t even register his muscular arms wrapping around your body and lifting you, carrying you back into his cave and up into his hammock. He wraps his strong tail completely around your torso and takes his time kissing and groping your soft body, mumbling “mate, mate, mate” into your heated flesh. He finally makes his way down to your mound, prying your thighs apart and diving straight in before you could question his reverent gaze.

“HANTAAA~” You practically screamed as his long tongue slipped between your folds, running along your clit and down to your clenching hole, his saliva increasing the heat coursing through your core. “M-More, please… More~”

“More, what?” He smirks against your heat. “Say it. Tell me I’m your mate and I’ll make sure you’re fucked dumb, yeah? My pretty little mate.”

You stutter for a moment, getting more desperate the longer his fingers drag along your wetness. “Mate… Please! I need you… I’m yours!”

“Good mate~” His tongue wriggles back into your cunt, and his fingers slowly move further down to stretch your tight ass, making you squeal in surprise. Your orgasm takes you by surprise, all thoughts abandoning your mind as you ride out your high on his face and fingers.

“Are you ready, little one?” He growls lowly, lining up two long, thick cocks with each hole. Your eyes widen in surprise, head clearing for a moment after your climax.

“T-two?! Wait wait wait, I’ve never… I can’t! Two?!”

“Oh, little mate, but you can and you will!” He punctuates his statement by spitting down onto your cunt, thick venom slipping down to your tight rim. You moan and grind against his cocks, aphrodisiac leading your body into a blissed out state of submission. “Gonna fill you up so good. I promise you’ll be so full, feel so good, little mate. Trust me?”

“Y-yes! Wanna be full, want my mate!” You beg and plead for him to push into you, hips bucking against him, trying to get him to satiate the burning want he’d created. It isn’t until you thread your fingers through his hair and wrap your legs around his waist that he thrusts into you completely.

“That’s it, wrap around me like that. So tight, so warm… Fuuuck!~” Sero pants, chest pressed tightly to yours and face tucked into the crook of your neck, licking and sucking deep marks over your pulse point.

You’ve never felt so full, your body strangely welcoming the pleasurable stretch of your holes, pulling him deeper and deeper until you can feel him in your belly with every roll of his powerful hips. Your whimpers and tears only seem to spur him on, drawing orgasm after orgasm from your body.

“S-Shit, keep squeezing around me like that. Come on, little one, I know you have one more for me. Cum with me, I wanna feel you cum one more time. Gonna breed you, gonna fill you so good. Come on, pretty mate- fuck- cum for me~” He reaches down and pinches your overstimulated clit between two fingers and bites down on your neck one last time, sending you over the edge with a cry of “breed me, breed me, breed me!” and nails digging into his back.

“Mine! My mate, pretty little mate. Breed mate, all mine!! Gonna- gonna… Ah~” Hanta’s words steadily fell from his lips as he released deep inside your holes, belly bulging from the sheer amount of seed he spilled into you.

Utterly exhausted and dreamily floating off, you cling to him. Sero wraps you up in his tail and lays back into his hammock, keeping you as close as he can. When you snuggle into him, he whispers little praises into your hairline, a constant stream of “so good, pretty mate, all mine, i love you, so perfect, did so well, took me so well, such a good mate”.

The next day, you wake up surrounded by soft cloth, feathers, fruits, fluffy furs, a dozen shiny objects and pretty dried flowers. You sit up, looking around frantically for your mate before your eyes settle on a sheepish-looking Sero, wiggling nervously around the cave.

“Um… Do you… like it? I made it for you… I just- please tell me you like it!” He shrinks himself a bit, arm coming up to palm the back of his neck.

“Oh, is this a… nest? It’s- It’s very nice. Thank you, Hanta!” You smile softly at him, curling up into your nest and reaching out for him.

“MATE!!! I’m so happy you like it, I was so nervous!!! My mate. You can stay here all the time, so I can protect you, forever! My pretty little mate.~” He climbs into the nest and coils himself around you, content to guard you.

Maybe this time, being kept isn’t so bad.

[parker-razor]

show me, feel me, teach me - ch. 4

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series masterlist!

female!reader x mando

word count: 2.8k

series summary: during a drinking game, you let slip that you don’t know much about sex. mando offers to show you what you’ve been missing, and you happily accept.

warnings: smut that’s so filthy it’s insane (extended warnings under the cut), lotssss of fluff, mentions of insecurities

a/n: today’s the first day i didn’t have to work in awhile and i had to write some more... this chapter in particular made me all blushy so lemme grab my vibrator real quick

extended warnings: somnophilia, oral (m and f receiving), thigh riding, grinding, cum eating, masturbation, multiple orgasms

*****

You watched Mando as he hauled the heavy, limp bounty up the ramp of the ship. You had offered to help, but Mando, ever the gentleman, refused. So, you and the kid watched him drag the lifeless body into the Crest, and into carbonite.

Apparently, Mando had gotten so excited to see you when he made it back to the ship last night that he abandoned the body at the foot of the ship and scurried inside and into your quarters. It wasn’t like the body was going anywhere, Mando had argued. He just needed to see you.

After your little… chat over the comm, Mando was still rearing to be with you. As soon as you had fallen asleep at the end of your call, he jumped to his feet and continued on his hunt at a speed he had yet to hunt at. He had thought that after getting some of his drive for you out of his system that he could rest for a while before he kept hunting. But just the opposite happened; hearing your voice, your moans, the way your words hit him right in the chest… Maker he just had to get back to you.

He couldn’t help himself when he saw you splayed out on your bed. Your tank top was almost see through, and you only had a pair of underwear on as bottoms. He just needed a taste.

After he quietly stripped his armor and clothes off him, he gently pulled your underwear down to your knees and knelt down on the bed. He must’ve not smelled too great after days of hunting, but he was too drunk on your presence to be self-conscious.

He couldn’t stop himself from delving between your thighs, making out with your dripping cunt. It must have still been wet from your earlier orgasm, or maybe you were dreaming of him. Maker, he hoped you were.

You were asleep, so it didn’t totally matter if he tasted you with any technique or rhythm. Flicking your clit with no real purpose other than to have your taste in his mouth, to have his tongue flooded with your essence. His cock hardened at an ungodly rate, and he couldn’t help but start stroking himself fast. He didn’t care about his pleasure, or frankly your pleasure; he just wanted to taste you.

All the sudden, he heard you speak up, and you were coming into his mouth with a vengeance, and he came all over his hand with you.

He didn’t want to bother you too much, so he figured one orgasm was enough (for now). He crawled up to you, kissing your shoulders and your neck and your cheeks. You had no doubt fallen back to sleep by then, and Mando was overwhelmed with sleep as well. He drifted off with his head rested on your chest, your hands carded through his curls as his breathing slowed.

Mando had never been with a woman like he had been with you. Sure, he hadn’t technically been with you in the biblical sense just yet, but this was so different. He had had one-night stands when he had time to spare on a hunt, some girl in a bar who gawked at his armor who he figured would be willing to let him get his frustrations out. A grateful damsel he saved, who was coincidentally being attacked by the bounty he was tracking. Not many women, but enough to know just what he was doing and just how to make someone writhe in pleasure.

But you… you were radiant.

Your beauty was unconventional; your skin rolled around your waist, your stomach hung over just a little with stretch marks littering your inner thighs and hips. When you slept, your neck folded into little rolls. But Mando adored all of it. Not in a patronizing way, but because you were truly just gorgeous. Not despite of your flaws, but because of them. They weren’t flaws to Mando, they were just what made you more and more perfect.

Many of the women he had been with exaggerated their pleasure. It wasn’t fake, just turned up a bit because they figured it would make Mando more confident. Mando hated that, when women would be dramatic when displaying their pleasure. You never did that, though. Your sounds were… primal. Like you were trying to hold them in, but you felt so good that you couldn’t help it. They were involuntary grunts, yells, and gasps. Just the memory of it made Mando hard under his armor.

Not to mention, you had never felt this way before. You didn’t know that there was an expectation for women to be loud and exaggerated in bed. The sounds you made were all you, and that is what got to Mando most.

Mando was pulled out of his daydreams as you approached him, feeling around his arms and shoulders.

“Do you have any cuts? What do you need treated? We don’t have a ton of bacta kits left, but if you really need it then-“

“I’m okay, I’m not hurt. Just a little bruised. All I want is some food and to hang out with you and the kid.”

You and Mando had grown accustomed to eating or drinking back-to-back since the drinking game that started all of this. It was better than Mando locking himself away in his quarters; he hadn’t shared a meal with someone in years. But being able to chat with you and enjoy his food was a luxury.

“What did this guy do?” you asked as you munched on some bread and cheese.

“No clue. They never really tell me, which I kinda get. A lot of these guys are scum bags, they should be ashamed,” Mando responded, taking a sip of water.

“Did this one put up a fight?”

“At first, but then he realized he couldn’t beat me.” You shivered for a moment, thinking about Mando’s strength. You knew the armor added another layer to make him seem bigger and stronger, but even without it he was built. He didn’t have a six-pack, he wasn’t totally shredded, but Maker, was he strong. His arms, his chest, his broad fucking shoulders, they made you needy. You had seen him knock out a man in one punch, some guy who had grabbed your ass at a bar. You didn’t know at the time why you felt an ache between your legs when you saw that, but now you do after your lessons.

After you had both eaten and fed Grogu, Mando decided it was time to depart to catch his second bounty. You grabbed any gear still lingering outside the ship, secured any loose weapons, and in no time Mando was preparing to take off. You were off to Naboo this time, a planet you had been dying to visit. Almost all of the planets Mando had taken you to were either barren or covered in buildings, large urban areas. Naboo was green, apparently, with beautiful buildings and cascading waterfalls. You couldn’t wait.

Mando sat in the pilot’s chair as you sat behind him in the passenger’s seat. Grogu, still exhausted from the three-day strike on sleep, snoozed in his enclosed pram in the captain’s quarters. So it was just you and Mando…

It was a bumpy takeoff; although Mando was a great pilot, the Crest wasn’t exactly shiny and new. The ship left Tattoine’s atmosphere, and after a few minutes of cruising in empty space, Mando put the ship into hyperspace.

It was quiet as Mando hit some random buttons and you watched the stars fly by you at an insane speed. You thought about last night, not remembering much other than coming hard. Were you dreaming? You remember waking to Mando’s arms around your waist and his face buried in your chest, but everything during the night was a blur.

“When… when you came back last night, did you fall right to sleep? Or did you-“

“Eat your pussy? Yeah, I just wanted to taste you. I hope that’s okay.” You gulped, slightly shocked at Mando’s bluntness. You were only really used to hearing him talk dirty while in the act, not him bringing it up so casually. You squirmed a bit in your seat, causing Mando to turn back to look at you.

“What, you like that? You like that I couldn’t wait for you to wake up before I tasted your cum? Yeah, I bet you do, pretty girl,” he rasped, making you whine and your legs clench together.

“Why don’t you come sit?”

“I’m… already sitting, Mando.”

“No, come sit over here, with me. On me.” Stars.

You rose from your seat as Mando turned his chair to face you so you’d have room to sit without the control panel in the way. His legs spread, and he sat back in his chair with his arms resting on his knees. Kriff, he looked so fucking good.

You weren’t sure how Mando wanted you to sit on him, so you straddled one of his thighs, gasping as the hard metal plate met your core.

“Oh, is that what you want, sweet thing? You wanna sit on my thigh?”

“Yeah Mando, can I please?”

“Of course, baby, just wasn’t expecting you to sit on me like that.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself in closer to him. As you moved closer, you couldn’t ignore the way it felt when you rubbed yourself on his armored thigh. It felt fucking good, the same friction you felt when Mando would use his fingers on you. Out of instinct, you couldn’t help but do it again.

“Oh fuck, is my good girl gonna grind on my thigh? Does that feel good?” You whined, Mando’s hands grasping your hips to encourage your movements. “Go ahead, baby, get yourself off on me. Take what’s yours.”

“M-Mando… feels s-so good…” Your hips sped up as the friction continued to nurse the ache growing in your cunt.

“Want it to feel better, honey? Here, let me show you,” Mando groaned, lifting you so you were planted not on his thigh, but directly over his crotch. He wasn’t wearing a codpiece, you didn’t expect him to when all he was doing was flying. So you gasped when you felt his hard cock rub up against you cunt.

“Oh, s-stars, Mando, I like this a lot…”

“Yeah? You like feeling my cock rub on you? Go ahead, grind on it, make yourself feel good.” His grip on your hips were bruising as you ground your pussy hard onto his crotch. The head of his cock nudged itself right against your clit between your clothes, making your eyes cross and hands grasp at Mando’s shoulders.

“Oh, I bet that feels s-so good, pretty girl, it feels good for m-me too… Fuck, I can feel how wet you are, it’s seeping through my pants. Keep going, you’re doing so good for me.”

Your moans got louder and louder, sounding out as “uh uhs.” Your eyebrows creased together, and Mando grabbed your cheeks to tilt your eyes down towards his.

“Look at me, baby, let me see you when you cum. Let me look into your eyes. Maker, your p-pussy is so wet, I can feel it. Come on baby I know you wanna cum, go ahead and cum.” You were shouting now, your moans echoing in the cockpit. This was the closest the two of you had gotten to fucking, and the idea of Mando’s cock being so close to your cunt sent you over the edge.

Warmth flooded you, and your legs shook violently as you came. Your thighs clenched over and over around his hips, keeping your eyes right on his visor.

“Fuck, Mando, fuck fuck, Mando, Mando!”

“Yeah, that’s it, good girl. So f-fucking good for me.” As you came down, you noticed Mando was still hard. And you still wanted him.

“Can… Can I have you? In my mouth?”

“Shit, baby, you want me to cum in your mouth?”

“Please, Mando, want you to feel good. Want your cock down my throat.” You shakily climbed off his lap and knelt to the ground. Your hands trembled as they came up to his pants, tugging at the waistband until his cock sprung up against his armor. You looked at the thigh you had just been grinding on, and saw there was a wet spot staining his armor. It made you want to cum again.

“I’m not gonna last long baby, already so close,” Mando rasped out, his chest heaving up and down in anticipation.

“I don’t care, I just need you to tell me what to do.”

“Gladly, sweet girl. Start by licking the tip, yeah just like that.” You flicked the bead of precum leaking from Mando’s cock, his taste flooding your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip, eventually licking down his shaft. You had almost forgotten how big he was… almost.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good. Y-You want to put it in your mouth now? You got this, baby, take it nice and- oh f-fuck me.” Your actions interrupted Mando’s train of thought, his cock entering the warm wet of your mouth. You weren’t totally sure what to do from there; Mando had just said he wanted his cock in your mouth, so now what?

“Okay, baby, you know how you stroked my cock with your hand the other day? Just do the same with your mouth, and suck while you do it. G-gonna do so well for me, I know it.” You did as he said, and his reaction was instantaneous. He moaned out so loud you’d think the whole ship could hear it. It finally hit you that Mando’s cock was in your mouth, and stars if that didn’t make a new wave of wetness flood your inner thighs. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your hand down your pants, rubbing your clit like Mando taught you as you sucked on him.

“H-Holy shit, baby, are you touching yourself? You rubbing that little clit? Do I make you that wet, pretty one? F-Fuck you’re doing so good, feels so good. Y-You’re a natural…” His words made you moan around his cock, the vibrations making his hips buck up into your mouth. For a second he was worried he’d gone too far, until you pushed your head down even further.

“Fuck, such a g-good girl for me, g-gonna cum in your m-mouth, d-don’t stoppp.” You sucked hard at the tip as your fingers circled faster on your clit, and you were already falling over the edge. Mando’s cum flooded your mouth as he moaned out your name, and his taste made you writhe on your fingers, white flooding your vision. The whines around Mando’s cock as you came made his orgasm last even longer, leaving him totally breathless. It took him a moment to realize that you were still probably holding his cum in your mouth, causing him to jump up and come to your aid.

“Shit, baby, here’s a rag, you can-“ He was stopped short when he noticed you breathing heavily below you, mouth agape and… empty.

“Wait, what did you do with…”

“I swallowed it. I like how you taste,” you whined, totally out of breath and fucked out. Mando’s head hit the back of his seat in awe of how hot you were, swallowing his cum the first time you took him in your mouth, just because you liked it.

“Fuck, come here, baby. Come sit in my lap, let me love on you.” You clambered up into his lap with shaky legs, overwhelmed with the amount of dopamine that flooded your brain. You were still trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. These were the moments you held with you when Mando was gone; his comforting touch, how gentle he was despite the damage you knew he could do. You kissed the sliver of skin that peaked out between his collar and his helmet, at which he pulled you in closer to his chest.

All the sudden you heard a crash from below the cockpit and a loud wail… Grogu.

*****

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The Heart Is Also a Muscle

5 times Sypha and Alucard got distracted by Trevor’s warrior physique + 1 time he noticed and yet completely misunderstands.

Trevor is hot and once Sypha and Alucard have noticed it is hard not to notice. Now they just have to figure out how to confess, before it gets incredibly awkward because he catches on. When he does however, his insecurities completely misconstrue their intentions.

On AO3.

Ships: trephacard

Warnings: insecurities

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Despite Trevor’s many years on the road, keeping up a less than stellar training regime, he was still a warrior at heart and in body. He had still fought all those years and his frame was bulky to accommodate the muscle needed for that.

Something that was hard to miss.

And Alucard and Sypha didn’t miss it at all. In fact they noticed it a bit too often for their own comfort, now that they were cleaning up Dracula’s castle after their victory over the old vampire.

1.

It wasn’t that Sypha hadn’t noticed that Trevor was fit while they traveled, it was more that they were so many other things to think about, to worry about to keep oneself alive that she hadn’t noticed that sort of stuff. So, it still took her by surprise when she did.

They were clearing out the rubble of one of the many rooms covered by it. It was slow going work, even with Alucard’s supernatural strength. One upside was that Sypha was getting really good at levitation spells.

She took a small break and wiped her forehead. Alucard had just moved a big stone and Trevor was now trying to lift a bigger stone than he had done.

For a moment she rolled her eyes at the childish display, but as she looked she noticed the shirt clinging to his sweaty body as he arms bulged under the effort. His brow was furrowed and his tongue was poking out slightly.

He was a piece of art.

Fuck.

Why hadn’t she noticed before that Trevor was completely ripped? Maybe she had noticed, but never connected that to him being nice to look at. Now, she couldn't look away as he struggled with the too big stone.

No sane human should be able to carry it and she didn’t know why he even tried (well, she did, but she thought it stupid). Until, the asshole actually managed to lift it, proud grin sweeping over his face as he did.

Slowly, he started to walk, careful steps to balance the stone and keep himself upright. Every time he almost lost balance, he flexed his legs, which was equally distracting and Sypha really wanted to know why she had to notice this, because she knew that from that moment on, she wouldn’t stop noticing it.

“Sypha?” the smooth voice next to her made her jump, she hadn’t even realized Alucard had arrived next to her. “Something the matter?” he asked.

She debated with herself if she would admit to Alucard what had distracted her so. It was embarrassing for sure, but she had also seen the fondness in the dhampirs eyes whenever Trevor talked to him, so she might find an ally in her suffering here.

With a decision made she gestured to Trevor, who was taking the final steps to the right pile of stones for rebuilding, before he squatted down to put down the stone. His back muscles rippled and his ass was practically on display.

Beside her, Alucard made a choked off noise.

At that Trevor turned around, somehow an adorable confused pout on his face that should look ridiculous on his large frame, but didn’t. “You both okay?”

“Yeah, just thought we’d wait for you to break your back carrying something too heavy before we laughed at you,” Alucard shot back, saving both their asses from embarrassment as Trevor rolled his eyes and flipped him off, claiming that it wasn’t that heavy anyway.

2.

They were rebuilding some of the pathways in the Belmont Hold. Trevor had insisted on cleaning up most of the castle first, claiming that it was the most livable place out of the two and he wanted a bed, but both had seen the saddened look on his face when faced with what remained of his childhood home in ruins.

So, the moment they had made the kitchen and a few bedrooms presentable, they started on a few passageways across.

However, ever since Sypha had pointed out Trevor’s muscles in a different light to him, he now was ruined forevermore and she was to blame. He couldn't do anything normally anymore. Somehow each activity turned into a distraction with Trevor around.

Right now being an example of how much of a distraction Trevor was.

He was hauling up a beam that Sypha was directing above them, while Alucard was supposed to be sorting the pile of books that were in the language only he could read.

Supposed to, because he most definitely wasn’t.

No, because how could one read when Trevor was coiling a rope around his forearms as he pulled on said thick rope, muscles straining against it as he panted and dug in his heals.

The beam was pretty big and it was frankly short of a miracle that he hadn’t let it drop yet, but then again, he was incredibly muscled as Alucard had found out. So, slowly the beam rose under Trevor’s labor.

Faintly Alucard wondered how Sypha was holding out up there, being forced to watch Trevor so that she could jump in to help when necessary. He found her eyes and saw her bite her lip, face completely red.

Then the beam dropped a few feet as Trevor fumbled with the rope for a moment. It was an interesting tug-a-war. Trevor vs. gravity. Even as he won, regaining his footing and putting in some extra work, both Alucard and Sypha had gasped when it happened.

“Do you need assistance?” Alucard found himself calling out, despite knowing better.

“I am fine, Fangs,” Trevor grunted and that noise wasn’t good for Alucard’s blood pressure. “Just do your job and I’ll do mine.”

Wit spite as final motivator, Trevor pulled the beam the final distance, groaning with relief when Sypha had guided it into place. Before he could turn to see Alucard look, the dhampir turned back to his pile of books.

He had things to do.

3.

Alucard and Sypha had gotten used to Trevor’s muscular frame that truly shone whenever they needed to do construction.

Well, used to was a strong word.

Trevor was still completely distracting, so much that they had started a little talk club in the library in the mornings when Trevor was sleeping in. But they could function almost normally and do their tasks while they worked.

But this? This now, right there? That was different. It was just unfair actually. Unfair and mean, but also very blessed.

Rewinding to that afternoon, when they had decided that they weren’t in the mood for reconstructing the castle or the hold. So, they had lunch, talked a bit, Sypha picked up a book, Alucard as well, while Trevor seemed content to sit by the fire with them, whittling away at a piece of wood.

Then it had happened. Trevor had reached for a bit of firewood, before realizing they were almost out. Throwing the last logs onto the fire, he got up and stretched as he said: “I’m going to chop some more fire wood.”

And then he left and they were alone. For a few moments they both just blinked at the empty space that had just been Trevor, before his words caught up to them.

Sypha moved first. She got up with her book and walked to the seat that had been built in next to the window that looked out over the fields below. They weren’t high up in the castle and had a good view.

“Might I inquire about the sudden move?” Alucard asked after a moment.

She grinned at him mischievously and nodded to something on the other side of the window, before she said: “Why don’t you come here and find out? Promise it’s worth it.”

Alucard didn’t know when he had forgotten she was cruel in her kindness, but looking down to see Trevor chop wood with a big ax was definitely cruel, still he was so very grateful for her that she had invited him to the view.

Because it truly was a view. Trevor was soaking through his shirt as he effortlessly swung the giant ax downwards onto the waiting wood, always splitting it in one or two swings.

“Oh God,” he choked out.

“Hmmhm, I know,” Sypha agreed.

“He just-”

“Jup.”

“Wow.”

It wasn’t the classiest conversation they’d had, but by far not the least classiest conversation about Trevor’s muscle’s they’d had. Still, they could hardly be blamed when the person in question was right in front of them being hot, instead of far away and sleeping.

As they watched they could see the outlines of Trevor’s muscles appear in sweat. Naturally the armpits were first, but then they appeared under his pecs and between his shoulders as well.

Alucard swallowed heavily, Sypha beside him followed suit.

They stood there for a while, just admiring Trevor as the pile next to him grew with chopped up wood. It was a nice spring day and the sun was doing wonder’s for the sweat coating his muscles. Trevor was now only in a tunic, nothing covering his arms. It was a very good look on him.

Then it happened. They were unassuming and powerless when Trevor lifted his tunic to wipe the sweat on his brow, only to pull back and grimace when he found it already soaked. Before they could prepare themselves he had tugged the tunic over his head, continuing his task completely bare-chested.

“Oh,” Sypha moaned miserably, “I don’t know if I want to thank whoever is out there or curse them right now.”

If he could have formed words at that moment, he would have agreed with her. Alas, he was incapacitated by the shirtless sweaty and sexy Trevor below them.

After they had started at the hunter for a few moments – imprinting the view, getting their wits together again, that sort of stuff – Sypha said: “This is truly pathetic. Look at us. This is so sad.” Trevor chopped again, it was a big log and it went down in one swing. “But totally deserved sadness if I get to see this.”

“Do you think he knows what he’s doing?” Alucard asked as Trevor stretched borderline pornographically.

“Oh absolutely not,” replied Sypha. “He’s as oblivious as a brick and I’m torn between calling it cute and frustrating.”

“We should probably say something to him at one point,” Alucard pointed out.

“Yeah, we probably should,” Sypha agreed, taking Alucard’s hand and leaning into him as they enjoyed the view together. They had made a deal not to do anything until they’d gotten Trevor’s rejection or until he was on board. Right now, she would do anything for a kiss though.

She didn’t try. She knew that Alucard cared about doing things proper and she wanted that too. She just also happened to be watching Trevor be hot while knowing that any move would have him running from the hills due to the emotional repressing he had made his personality.

So, she sighed and looked back out, only to see Trevor put the ax away and gather an arm full of newly chopped wood, still no shirt.

Cursing she pulled Alucard back to the chairs they had sat in and turned the book so that it was right side up, before she hissed to Alucard that he had to act natural.

Alucard had just turned back to his book, the look of apathy he had perfected on his face, when Trevor came in and dropped off the firewood, before greeting them and turning to bring another load.

Once he had left the room and would be out of hearing range, Alucard leaned over to her and whispered: “We need to come up with a plan at some point.”

“Yes, I know, okay,” Sypha agreed.

“He’s getting on my nerves both in a good and bad way and I might snap if we don’t do something soon and that’ll make things worse.”

“This is getting ridiculous,” she sighed, “I’m working on it.”

“What are you two gossiping about?” Trevor asked with a grin, as he returned with more wood in his arms. “You could be two old ladies in a market square.”

“Nothing really,” said Alucard, right as Sypha answered: “About how much you stink. Sweat isn’t a good look on you,” the lie came out.

Trevor huffed, but it was good-naturedly, as he rolled his eyes. “I’ll put away the rest of the wood and go bathe, your majesties.” Then he swept out of the room, leaving them without his shirtless pecs to view.

4.

After the wood chopping incident, working together with Trevor had become harder again, so the cleaning of the general grossness that came with an army of night creatures had been divided to be done separately.

To Trevor they had claimed efficiency, and while he had looked suspicious, he had also accepted it without any complaints.

But even that did not save them from him. While there were no bulging muscles soaking in sweat, just general grossness and tiredness when they met up again with each other, it seemed that Trevor was full of surprises, oblivious as he was to them.

Alucard and Sypha had bothcollapsed on the floor in one of the main halls when Trevor joined them, stretching his arms above his head, flexing his muscles slightly.

He sat down with them and groaned: “I don’t think my back will ever recover from this, I don’t get paid enough for this.”

“You do not get paid at all,” said Alucard in confusion.

“Exactly,” Trevor told him, before stretching and groaning again. Then he stretched his legs out in front of him and just dropped his head down onto his knees, bending himself in half as he semi-moaned when his back cracked.

Sypha watched him slack jawed and Alucard didn’t think he looked much better as he ogled the hunter as well. Trevor was not just flexing muscles, but flexible as well. He would become the death of them that was certain.

It took them a few more moments to snap out of their daze, then a few more to realize Trevor had fallen asleep.

He had fallen asleep with his nose between his knees as if he was a pretzel, because apparently the position was so comfortable for him that he could fall asleep.

Fuck.

5.

After the flexible incident, as Sypha was calling it, they had been scrambling for a plan to get Trevor to agree to date them, because seeing that display only to have to deal with the cute sleepy Trevor that came after had been too much for their hearts.

Naturally it couldn't be that way. They had a vague plan about maybe tying Trevor to a chair if he wanted to run away, but nothing concrete yet.

She was currently in the Belmont Hold, looking through their books, hoping that one would spark a plan or maybe just give her something to talk about with the other’s over dinner. A book caught her eye, it was green with golden letters that read: Herbs against poison, for healing and relaxation

But when she reached for it, her arm fell short and not even by a bit. She was even pretty sure Alucard couldn't reach it like that. She would need a ladder, but the ladder system for this part had been destroyed.

A part of her was aware that she was pouting, but she still frowned when Trevor asked: “What are you pouting about?”

“I wasn’t pouting,” she told him instead of answering.

“Okay then, why was your bottom lip protruding in displeasure?” he asked her with a shit-eating grin that was both adorable and annoying.

She gave up with that and gestured to the book as she explained: “I can’t reach it.”

Trevor tried, but he too couldn't reach it, but she appreciated how he stretched out in an attempt to reach it, the flexibility coming to mind again. It truly was a pity they hadn’t been able to come up with anything to exploit that part yet.

Sypha was about to call for Alucard to see if he could when she felt two big hands on her waist before she was effortlessly lifted into the air. She squeaked loudly and floundered for a moment.

“Grab your book, Sypha,” she heard the laughter in Trevor’s voice, but she couldn't find it within herself to be annoyed when Trevor had just lifted her of the ground like it was nothing.

Sure, she wasn’t the heaviest or biggest person around, but she had a lot of muscle for her frame and she wouldn’t describe herself as light. God, what she wouldn’t give to have that strength at her mercy.

No, don’t focus on that now, grab the book. She quickly clutched the book and hoped her cheeks weren’t as red as they felt.

“Hey, you okay?” Trevor was now frowning in that stupidly concerned way that made her heart clench and she deducted that her cheeks must have been as red as she’d feared. “I’m fine,” she squeaked, hoping it would be enough.

Alucard came to her rescue, sort of. He landed gracefully and asked: “What happened? I heard Sypha squeak.”

“Oh, yeah, nothing to worry about. I think I startled her when I lifted her,” Trevor explained casually, “We couldn't reach a book she wanted. So, teamwork.”

“You. You just lifted her up?” Alucard repeated dumbly and Sypha knew that it was the fact that it was hot and he missed it that made him say it like that.

Sadly, Trevor interpreted it differently. “What? You think I couldn't lift her. No offense, Sypha, but you’re hardly a challenge. I mean, I could lift you, you bloodsucking prick. Sure, no super strength, but you don’t have to be a dick about it.”

“That’s not-” before Alucard could ruin everything, Sypha interrupted: “Really?” she tried to sound disbelieving, “I mean, you’re strong, but Alucard? He’s tall and muscled. I don’t think you can.”

“I so can, this is ridiculous,” now it was Trevor, who was pouting and she took a bit of joy out of her manipulation.

“Prove it.”

Trevor looked taken aback by that and glanced at Alucard, who gladly had caught on and send him a cocky raised brow paired with a smirk.

Determination settled on Trevor’s face and he crossed his arms, before saying: “Okay, sure, I will,” before walking to Alucard and hoisting him over his shoulder’s like he was a somewhat heavy sack of potatoes. “See?”

“Okay, yeah, but that wasn’t how you carried me,” Sypha pointed out.

“Well, then maybe I can’t do that, but lifting someone by the waist is the hardest way to lift someone,” Trevor protested as he let Alucard down. “I feel like that was still pretty impressive. He’s heavy despite the delicate bone structure.”

Sypha was pretty sure Alucard was out of the running now with that comment, but she wanted to sedate her own curiosity. “I’ll give you the hard lifting part, but I don’t know about impressive. Maybe bridal carry and I’ll be impressed.”

He looked at her inscrutably and for a second she feared he would call her bluff and point out her real motivations. That moment never came, he sighed then set his shoulders– his broad, nice shoulders – stubbornly, before literally swooping Alucard off his feet.

He gave her a look that screamed ‘What now, eh? Didn’t think I’d do it, but I did, so suck it’ and she loved it. She loved that he had done what she told him to do while also showing off those muscles. A win on every front.

His arms, neck and shoulder strained under the weight of the tall, muscled dhampir, but he held out as he gently lowered Alucard back onto his feet. Sypha didn’t know if it was the lifting or the gentleness that made Alucard bashful, but he murmured something inaudible, before hurrying back to what he had bee doing before the interruption.

“Rude,” Trevor noted. “I didn’t even get to bask in my superiority.”

“You can bask to me, it’s okay,” she comforted him. “I am suitably impressed by your dhampir lifting skills, Trevor.”

“Thank you,” he said with extra emphasis to make it into a tease. “You know, as a true hero, both for being epic and awesome as well as getting your book, I feel like I should be rewarded.”

“Oh?” she was curious to see where this went.

“Yeah, I want to borrow the bath soap you’re so protective over after the next time we attempt to clean the goop dungeon,” he made his demand.

She was glad that, with running warm water, they had convinced him that baths were actually nice and she didn’t mind the thought of him smelling like her. Still, she put up a front of indulgence, yet being annoyed as she said: “Fine.”

“Heck yeah,” he cheered before ambling off.

+1.

Trevor wasn’t sure what exactly was going on, but over the past few days he had noticed that both Alucard and Sypha were acting weird. Well, weirder than usual, it was pretty hard to define weird when you lived in Dracula’s old castle near the Belmont Hold with a dhampir and a Speaker, but you get the idea.

The thing was, Trevor had no idea why they were being weird and what had caused it, but he knew they were only weird to him.

It made his chest tighten uncomfortably as he tried to think of something he’d done wrong.

Nothing came to mind, but that just made him question if he really knew them if he couldn't even spot the thing he had done to upset them both. It was all a frustrating mess and Trevor was half waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop.

He hated feeling like this, feeling like he’d done something wrong and couldn't apologize. It tore him apart in a way he couldn't describe. He just hoped that they wouldn’t kick him to the curb, because that would extra suck. He already liked them too much as it was, getting his heart broken over something he didn’t understand would only make it worse.

So, he kept an eye on them, trying to figure out what they were thinking when they stared at him or whispered among themselves.

He was soon to find out.

It was a decidedly normal day, Trevor was mildly stressed, the weather was nice and they were finally moving the rubble they hadn’t been able to reuse out of the castle. They were making a pile out of it that they would later use to make an obstacle course or something, Trevor wasn’t sure it was mostly Alucard and Sypha doing the planning. Maybe that was it? Maybe the stress of the whole castle thing was catching up with them as well and it wasn’t anything Trevor had done.

They had assigned him to carry rubble, which made him roll his eyes. Alucard had supernatural strength and Sypha had magic, yet here he was carrying the bulk while Sypha ordered him around on where to go while Alucard switched between helping him and rearranging the rubble.

His muscles were straining under the amount of exercise, but it didn’t bother Trevor that much. It was good to keep in shape and he could handle it.

He came back from his umpteenth trip, groaning as he set down his load as he cracked his back by putting his hands on his back and pushing. He looked around and saw Alucard and Sypha on top of one of the piles that Alucard found “artistic.”

With a grin on his face he quickly hopped up the pile to see what they were talking about. They had watching him walk over and smiled at him, before turning to talk among themselves. He was about to call out a greeting and announce his presence when he heard Sypha said: “There must be more chores where we can make him carry stuff.”

Hm, he thought, that was obviously about him, thoughhe had no clue why that of all things would be a conversation topic.

Before he could ask, Alucard replied: “I mean, there are still those chains in the dungeons that we could make him clear out, but I feel that would be bad for us.” This was just making him more confused.

Sypha made a small noise, before agreeing: “Oh, yeah, Trevor with chains will totally be bad for us.”

Trevor choked on his spit.

Two heads whipped around to him, with two pairs of eyes as big as dinner plates, filled with the guilt of being caught saying something they shouldn’t have been saying. They were completely silent, neither explaining or defending themselves.

In the silence Trevor tried to wrap his head around it. How was him carrying stuff bad for them? And why were they thinking up reasons for him to carry stuff anyway? What did they have to gain by watching him carry stuff? It wasn’t as if he was eye candy and-

“Oh my god!” he exclaimed. He was eye candy. They were watching him carry stuff, because they liked it and holy shit did he not know how to even deal with that.

He felt the blood rushing to his head and knew he must look like a fucking beet, but he didn’t care, his mind was a bit preoccupied. He had known that some would classify him as handsome, but he had long since given up on either of them thinking that. They had seen him do too many embarrassing things to even consider him attractive and they had each other. Even dense little him could put that one together. Yet here they were.

Unless, of course, this was some sort of sick joke to them, a little voice in his mind whispered. The dhampir hearing of Alucard could have picked up his footfalls easily and they could have conspired to fuck with him, just for the sake of fucking with him. A cold feeling washed over him and his chest seemed to collapse in on itself at the realization.

God, fucking shit, they had probably caught on to his pathetic feelings for them and had decided to toy with him before telling him to scram for being a fucking weirdo. All the looks made so much more sense now.

It just fucking hurt that they would toy with him like that. That they would be that mean to him instead of just telling him when they’d figured it out.

Much to his embarrassment, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He swallowed hard and tried to force them down as he choked out: “Well, fuck you too,” before turning away to stomp off and grab his stuff to get out of there.

He didn’t get far.

Alucard appeared in front of him with his stupid dhampir speed that Trevor found very attractive no matter how much he hated it rightnow. The other reached out to him, but stilled his hand before they touched.

Fuck, how badly did he fuck up that they didn’t even want to touch him. And why were they even coming after him. He was doing what they wanted.

“Trevor,” Alucard said and it didn’t sound like someone relieved that the person, who had been crushing after him and his girlfriend was finally going, it sounded like someone, who was very upset.

It stilled Trevor long enough for Sypha to catch up with them too. As she laid her hand on his shoulder. However, he shrugged her off and tried to walk on again, getting stopped by Alucard, who found it within himself to touch the grossness of Trevor.

“Wait, Trevor, hold on,” Sypha called out. “I swear it’s not what you think.”

“Really?” he truly didn’t mean to sound so bitter. He was happy that they had each other, they deserved each other. It just hurt that he wasn’t in their they and that they thought that stupid joke would land well.

“Yes, okay,” she told him. “We’re really sorry about springing it on you like that, but-”

“Yeah, why the fuck did you think that was okay?” he hissed at her, trying not to feel the pangs in his heart at her little flinch. “I don’t care that you’re fucking happy together, but pulling that sick stunt on me is not cool. You can just kick me to the curb like a normal person. You fucking fuckers just had to crush me in the process too? Getting someone’s hope up and then- then… That’s just- just mean!”

He knew he was crying now, he totally was and his voice broke over the last few words, but he couldn't stop it. He had spend the last few weeks pining over them, while knowing he didn’t have a chance, perking up with a slight hope every time they smiled at him. So for them to give him that hope again only to stomp on it, had just been the last straw that broke him. Sue him.

“W- what?” Alucard asked, making him turn around to see absolute confusion written over his face along with hurt.

“Oh, Trevor,” he heard Sypha behind him with that pitying voice he didn’t need from her as he turned around to see hurting compassion written over her entire face. Yeah, now she felt guilty, not when she actually did it.

Still, when she reached for his face and gently cupped his cheek, he couldn't help but lean in to the little bit of comfort that was provided.

She wiped away his tears gently and softly said: “We’re not kicking you to the curb. Never, okay, never, Trevor. I swear. You’ve completely misunderstood. It wasn’t a joke, okay. It never was. We meant it, undignified as our lordship over there might find it.”

Trevor chuckled wetly at that, still not entirely sure if he believed her, but so willing to give in, even if it was a lie. For the lie was so much sweeter.

Alucard appeared behind him and he swayed slightly, the exhaustion of all the emotions in the last couple of minutes catching up to him. He tried to pull away when he accidentally hit Alucard’s chest, but the dhampir just pulled him close, nuzzling his hair as he whispered: “You’re such an idiot.”

That was probably true, both Alucard and Sypha were smarter than him and he was generally an idiot, but his mind wasn’t fully wrapping around where he had misunderstood it all and ruined everything.

The tears that had stopped started up again and he didn’t know how after years of repressing all his emotions this was the thing that broke all his walls. Still, he whimpered: “I’m sorry, for- for fucking it all- all up ag- again.”

“No, no,” Sypha shushed him as she hugged him, “you didn’t fuck up anything.”

He was now completely sandwiched between Sypha and Alucard with no clue how him taking a small break from clearing rubble had ended up like this. Yet here he was and he was going to soak up the attention and care while he had it, so he didn’t protest them holding him silently, just let himself melt softly.

Seconds or eternities could have passed without Trevor’s knowledge until Sypha broke the silence: “I don’t know how you got to the conclusion that our horny conspiring was a joke, but as embarrassing at it is, it most certainly isn’t, Trevor.”

Trevor had half choked, half laughed at the phrase ‘horny conspiring’ as it caught up to him what that meant. Hesitantly, he asked: “So- so you had me carry stuff just to watch me?”

It sounded ridiculous in his own head, because why on earth would anyone look at him when they could look at Alucard and Sypha, but they both tensed slightly around him, before nodding. Alucard going as far as to say: “You have nice muscles.”

Under other circumstances Trevor would totally and completely ruin Alucard by tearing him apart with teases at that remark, but there weren’t other circumstances and right now Trevor felt raw and vulnerable, so he just breathed: “Yeah?” in an unsure voice that he hated immediately.

“Yeah,” Sypha firmly agreed. “I don’t know how to tell you this without never hearing the end of it, but you’re really fucking hot. You literally made me into a person who says fuck just so I could tell you that you’re fucking hot.”

He actually snorted at that, because it was easier to snort at it then to admit that the complement felt nice and made him blush.

“We’ve actually been trying very hard to figure out how to tell you without you running away,” she went on, snorting miserably, “but I guess we messed that up. You are just so bad at accepting nice things for yourself that us telling you that we love you seemed almost impossible.”

“Y- you? You love me?” He was getting really fucking sick of that small weak voice

“Yes,” that was Alucard behind him. “We love you, just like we love each other. We hope you feel the same, but we understand if you don’t.”

“It would be really fucking stupid of me not to love the two most amazing people in the entire world, Alucard. Yes, sadly I am disappointing my entire bloodline by including you in that statement, but it’s true.” Admitting it like this felt better than being touch-y feel-y, he didn’t do touch-y feel-y well.

Luckily it was the right thing to say, because both of them relaxed around him as they snorted before chuckling and a bit of pride coursed through him at making them laugh.

“I’m so lucky you’re our idiot,” Sypha told him, before pulling him into a kiss.

Her lips were soft but firm and completely enticing. He kissed her back and stopped caring about oxygen as a necessity, it was completely overrated in comparison to kissing Sypha. When she finally let him up for air, he was dizzy. Faintly he heard her say something to Alucard about making her wait for so long, but it was lost to him as he tried to refind himself as a human being.

He became aware of Alucard and Sypha kissing each other over his shoulder once he had managed and watched mesmerized for a moment. Fuck, he could definitely get used to this. Still, he whined: “I’m feeling a bit left out here,” without meaning it.

Both their eyes fell on him and swallowing became a challenge. Then Alucard surged his lips and kissed him thoroughly. It was less gentle, while more careful than Sypha’s kiss as Alucard watched out for his fangs to Trevor’s disappointment. Yet, it was equally mind blowing.

Once he had resurfaced again, it took him a moment once more. He was still being wrapped up in both of them and his heart felt so much lighter than it had before.

“I know we should probably talk way more about this, but I do want to note that I have excellent stamina to back up my muscles.”

Both of them groaned and he grinned to his little victory.

Yeah, he could get used to this.

~~

A/N:

Fun fact, my sister once fell asleep with her nose between her knees, because she is slightly insane, I feel personally. So, actually based in fact, lmao

Also, I swear this was supposed to be lighthearted, but then I was writing the last part from Trevor’s POV, because I thought it would be funny and he just wouldn’t allow himself nice things no matter how I tried to push him. So angst it is, very in character, sadly.

Btw, im really proud of that title ngl