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valdederon · 1 year ago

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FLAMES JOURNEY CHAPTER #23 nightmares and worries

the next morning valdederon wakes up seeing nova asleep under his tail shivering as he picks her up and lays her in his lap. untill she wakes up and grips his furr shaking.

valdederon-- whats wrong hun.

nova--couldnt sleep much last night i kept having nightmares..w..what if we get into a dungeon and i loose you i.

valdedering puts his paw on her muszzle and gently squeases instantly silencing the clearly sleep deprived and cranky riolu. and gently lifts her up into his arms carrying her to evergreens office to get some slep medicine.

valdederon--- evergreen do you have any decently strong sleep medicine. nova has been having some bad nightmares and somthing to help with that would be awsome if you can as well.

evergreen looks up from his paperwork and chuckles.

evergreen--- sure i can get some stuff for her.

nova-- why is your face all beat up.

valdederon sighs ears lowering as evergreen busts out laughing.

evergreen---- a certain feniken unleashed a powerful ember attack on me when he was brought here the scar is sizable now but my face was… black all over when it happend ..a newborn feniken that powerful he he verry rare isnt it val.

valdederon --- ha ha ha yea.. im still sorry about that. he he i wasnt in the best mood that day… or for a fair bit after that.

evergreen-- well from what ive heard over the years youve had it rough most of your life its no wonder you took awhile to settle down. . ahh here we are found some good herbs.. ill mix them up with some mint.

nova yawns heavily and shifts around in valdederons hold.

valdederon-- this world is amazing though..

evergreen nods and begins to mix the herbs together. adding in a few leavs of mind and adds a mineral based water seeing nia also needs some nourishment for her furr.

evergreen-- what have you all been up to.. her furr looks a mess.

valdederon--- mostly training and yesterday we took her on our first dungeon mission. i think she might be scared now.

nova whines and growls crankily wanting to rest.

valdederon--- oh hush you dont make me bop that snout of yours. youl get some rest soon evergreen is preparing your medicine

she whimpers at the thought of her nose getting boppes and burries her face in his furr.

evergree finished with the medicine--- ha ha ha ha now thats just mean. though she doesnt look to fussed about it..

valdederon takes the medicine and taps her shoulder handing her the cup .

valdederon--- yea she and i are verry much brother and sister now. she tests her limits evry now and then but overall knows to trust in me and i know that she can handle some situations alone.

nova drinks the medicinal concauction and slowly dozes off soon falling asleep with a soft purr when taiga the serperior guild master and valdederons father comes in.

taiga-- evrything ok . you left with out saying good morning bud.

valdederon--- yea im fine nova is having arough patch so i came to get her some medicine to help her sleep and calm her nerves.

taiga chcukles using his vines to rub her head as valdederon begins heading out of the infirmary. and back to his quarters laying nova down in the nest and sitting next to her letting his fluffy tail cover her like a soft comforting blanket. while kleo comes in with some fresh muffins.

kleo-- i heard your adventure last night was eventfull how did it go.

valdederon-- ha ha yea it was it went ok though im thinking were going to work on her mental resistance soon.. she didnt fight much but i think given that she was attacked and she saw goblins getting cut down i think shes freaking out inside but trying to hide it.

valdederon looks at his nest witch has a noticable wet patch and sighs.

valdederon--- shes definatly to mentaly stressed to do any other physical training or a dungeon run. ill be talking to raykore about doing some exercises to help her recover later.. but fornow i think its best i let her sleep.

kleo sighs and slithers over coiling around valdederon and nova comfortingly.

kleo-- youve grown so much since coming here.. but i think maybey dungeon diving isnt for you i .. your going to get distracted trying to protect and get hurt or .

valdederon-- i know your worried. but ill be fine i promise plus i wont be alone.. i have draggo nova.. and even raykore.

kleo smiles and kisses valdederons fore head and heads out. for the next 5 hours nova sleeps peacefuly untill she rolls over and sneases with a groan.

nova---my head hurts.

valdederon--- you wana go get some lunch.. im sure your hungry .

she nods and steps out from the nest only to grogily face plant onto the floor with a yelp and valdederon chuckles softly helping her back up.

nova---not a dam..word val…

valdederon--- no one will hear a sqeak of it lets head to the mess hall

the both head out to the feast thats in progress and draggo smiles having been waiting

draggo---were the hell have you guys been.ive been worried.

valdederon--- nova was abit sleepy still so i let her sleep in abit were here to eat no though .

for the next couple hours the whole team digs into the ongoing feast nova eating slower then she usualy does untill valdederon puts his paw gently on her shoulder making her smile rembering shes not alone anymore . eventualy after lunch they head to a smal camp site out behind the guild and raykore materealizes and can sense nova stress.

raykore-- whats wring with the pup.

valdederon--- shes under some serious stress the recent attack on her and her family and the what she saw in the dungeon. we need to start working on helping her mind and fortifying it.

raykore--- i see.. yes that is concerning we will begin working on that.. ive read up on riolu and lucario dynamics they train thier minds through meditation.. much like some wizards and mages did were were from.

valdederon--- yea thats a good point i never thought on that.

raykore-- well you didnt have to harden your mind ha ha ha you were already a arock hard mountain when we met.. though im glad to see youve become a.. some what cahotic but gental river stream.

draggo---……..some what chaotic… you are talking about the same delphox who anialated an army of imps in one second flat right.

raykore chuckles.

raykore--- believe me.. that isnt his worst kid and im happy to say i doubt wed see his worst any time soon.

{narator note} they all relax un aware on how incredibly wrong that statement is. as later on down the line un known forces will see the brutality that lay in his heart when his family is threatened .

< this is a hint of future events with out spoiling much an entire army will see him at his worst.. his most enraged state were even a god would scramble to run from his wrath >

valdederon sits down with raykore and nova as he decides to take part in her lessons on meditation. after awhile valdederon is fully entranced much to raykores amused surprise him having never cared about meditation training before but then focuses on trying to treach nova who is struggling to grasp how to meditiate eventualy getting her to slip into a trance and keeps an eye on her and valdederon.

draggo-- how will this help nova.

raykore taking a puff from her smoking pipe and blowing it into the trees.

raykore--- meditating is a good way to get the mind to calm and slowly wor through issues.. as to exactly how it works ha ha not even the greatest of sages could explain it.. i personaly believe that the trance like meditation stops the minds over thinking of situations. and begins to help it proccess recent events in a healthy maner.. how ever it works its prooven to help heal the mind body and soul. hell even some spirits still meditate. i am shocke dthat val is doing it though.. ha ha

draggo-- why is that.. did he not like meditating.

raykore--- i think it was mainly to do with how he was at the time.. hate.. rage.. anger..persuing revenge at evry turn.. at a subconcious level i think he knew back then if he meditated his plan would have ended before it even got off the ground.

draggo sighs seeming to understand.

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blbcabelts · 8 months ago

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the raging inferno does not seem to abate in the slightest, hellfire burning bright behind the eyes of the man. flames are fanned by merely her partner's presence alone. god, how truly forsaken she'd become! and the most pathetic part of it all? she couldn't be bothered to care. not when it was this delicious, made her delirious, insane with a type of adoration rarely found in this particular mortal coil. heart races, adrenaline still pumping vehemently through her veins, alongside a storm of endorphins, making her feel nothing but the most profound love.

no ... such nomenclatures, particular phrasing, is dangerous! but, it's nothing short of truth. sure, there'd been times she wanted to strangle, annihilate the eradicator, but between those moments, were ones like this, ones which would threaten to bring her to her knees if she hadn't already been. wheels turn visibly behind coffee hues, wickedness rampant, almost enough to shroud them in dark cloud of smoke. it's an almost demonic sense of intent. experience was a brutal, cruel teacher; but, it made her a most valuable asset to the judgment day. liv morgan and her newly injured shoulder is prime example of this. as far as becky's concerned, the same fate could be dealt to nia as well.

attention flickers between rhea's countenance and their newly joined hands, finding herself completely enamored with her words. her hero? she could get used to this. digits interlace with the champion's, moving ever closer to her, if such were possible. an egotistical sliver of herself craved to hear more. and who wouldn't? much akin to rock and roll, the woman was where god and the devil shook hands, and oh how the redhead would worship at her altar! slow, deliberate nod. low hum, tongue darting out to moisten lips that suddenly went dry.

" yeah, " strained voice sings. a beat, blinking. " ... your hero. " the moment lips find flesh, she can't help but croon. she knows surely dark lipstick will leave a stain she'd no doubt wear proudly after this. and as soon as they're there, they're gone, leaving her with phantom impression on skin, and a yearning for more. how was this even possible? to experience these feelings in life is nothing short of a rarity. becky, all too keenly aware of this fact, cherishes it. gaze fixates for long moment, infatuation evident in the way she shifts forward, silently begging for more attention. lashes fan, blinking as lips pucker, press into hers for a brief flicker of time. " been wanting t' do that all day, "

becky was familiar with the wrath of nia's fist, having had her own face broken. no matter how much time passes, the wwe universe would never forget the day the man was born. but, that ought to have been put to bed long ago. some people just could never let go, nevermind the eradicator's own problems with her. it was becoming a particularly annoying thorn in the side of the judgment day.

it's so incredibly difficult to damper the anger she feels, but tending to rhea had taken president. the moment she's pulled in close, pale cheeks flood with red tint of blush. heat floods her entire form as lips purse inward. gaze shifts down to occupied hands as she readies gauze. she takes a few moments before looking back up into mami's eyes, reaching up to tend to the blood. at the remark, her mind began to swirl with ideas of exactly what she could do to make that happen.

" that can be arranged, " becky replied, focus flickering from nose to eyes, a sign of seriousness. anger turns into a smirk, tongue finding groove of cheek. " it's, uh, nice being your backup. we make a good team. "

#eatsleepbleed #* ... / kayfabe.#* ... / v. the man's judgment.#I'm screaming wtf

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oreoambitions · 3 years ago

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46 for agentreign please

Anon I'm sorry this took me a thousand years, but here you go. This gets wildly NSFW after the cut. Enjoy!

/// The first time it happens, Alex figures it's a fluke.

There are, after all, extenuating circumstances. She's not sure how many glasses of wine she's had because every time she turns around Sam has topped her off again, and maybe she should stop indulging but the wine is good and the company is better and this is the first day off off she's had for so long that it's hard not to let go a little. Kara's been keeping the showtunes coming all afternoon, a little louder than her old bluetooth speaker can really handle but it doesn't matter because Spotify is really just an excuse for Kara and Sam to sing at the top of their lungs. Alex is not participating, but she is appreciating. Appreciating because it's nice to see her sister laugh and smile like maybe things are getting better and maybe things are going to be okay. And also appreciating because, well, Sam. It's hard not to appreciate anything and everything Sam.

The activity of the afternoon is ostensibly the production of baked goods for a fundraiser related to Ruby's soccer team. Alex says 'ostensibly' because the reality is that it's been more than three hours and they haven't gotten the first batch of cookies into the oven yet. There's flour all over the floor, and she's pretty sure Kara got butter stuck to ceiling before Sam took the mixer away, but sometimes that's just the cost of a slightly raucous afternoon well spent, isn't it? And they'll have it all done in time anyway. In fact, Sam is just now finishing up the first batch of cookie dough in the confiscated kitchen aid when Alex, perhaps inebriated or perhaps just feeling emboldened by the domestic comfort of the whole affair, lunges for the beater.

This, it turns out, is either a mistake or the best decision she's ever made in her life. Her hand does contact the beater. She does come within a few seconds of pure raw cookie dough bliss. But Sam is faster, and in a flash Alex finds herself pinned between the counter and Sam's hips, one wrist wrapped up in Sam's fingers, the beater now soundly out of reach in Sam's other hand.

"Mine," Sam growls, but her eyes have dropped to Alex's mouth and for one disorienting moment Alex thinks she might be about to kiss her, thinks maybe the word 'mine' has nothing to do with the beater at all, that maybe they've crossed into some alternate dimension where there's a future for her and Sam that doesn't involve a lot of politely smiling and politely never mentioning one another's romantic entanglements or the absence thereof.

And the thing is, Alex thinks to herself, contemplating the heat of Sam's gaze and the fact that she literally cannot move beneath Sam's hips, this is... attractive. This is very attractive, in an immediate and throbbing sort of way that would be frankly embarrassing approximately half a glass of wine earlier in the afternoon. But that can't be right, because Alex doesn't like to be pushed around. Alex is the one who does the pushing. Isn't she? Sam's grip tightens around her wrist and Alex's lips part of their own accord and-

"Oh for heaven's sake," Kara says, snatching the beater out of Sam's hand. "It's mine, because you two are both being ridiculous." She rolls her eyes. "I hate being the only adult in the room."

It was a fluke. That's what Alex thinks to herself later that night when she wakes with a start from a just-dozing-off dream featuring the immovable nature of Sam's hips. They were drinking and it was a long afternoon and everyone was a little wound up and a little giddy and Alex has been single for a long time. That's it. That's all it was. That's all it has to be.

///

It's harder to write it off as a fluke the second time, but she manages.

James is in town and so it's game night. Not their monthly game night as scheduled, but an extra at-the-last-second game night, and Alex is on call. Which is fine. She can count on her fingers the number of times she's had to handle something in the middle of the night while on call for the DEO, and she's not particularly worried. But it's a problem because she can't be drinking, which means she's sober when Sam corners her in the kitchen.

It's been a long night. Not in a bad way. Just in the sense that things have been a little more risque than usual, what with Nia falling over herself trying to make it clear to Brainy that she'd like to sleep with him without actually making it clear, and Lena shooting those long smoldering looks at a characteristically oblivious Kara, and then there's Sam. Alex can't stop looking at Sam in that shirt where it sits a little too tight across the shoulders, can't stop tracing the line of that necklace to the place where it disappears just below her collar, can't stop following the meaningless movement of her fingers as she absently fiddles with a beer that wouldn't have an effect on her even if she drank the whole case. She wonders idly if it's for the aesthetic or if Sam just likes the taste of a craft IPA.

The trouble is that every time Alex catches herself looking at Sam, she also catches Sam looking at her. And so, upon dragging her eyes up once more from Sam's fingers to find Sam staring back at her, eyes dark and expression unreadable, Alex decides it's time for a drink after all. One beer won't hurt, even if the world decides to consider coming to an abrupt conclusion in the next hour or so and it turns out to be her responsibility. It's just that her mouth is suddenly dry, and the room is suddenly too loud, and she needs something to roll between her fingers the way Sam is rolling that IPA back and forth and back and forth and- Yeah. Just one beer will be fine.

She slips into the kitchen while Nia is yelling about how they should all do a TikTok together. It's quieter here, and a cool breeze through the window over the sink raises goosebumps across her arms. She pops the fridge open, pulls a beer at random, leans up against the counter. Maybe she doesn't want a drink after all. Maybe she just needs a minute.

"Aren't you on call, Ms. Danvers?"

Sam. Alex pouts. "What are you, the party police?"

Sam steps up close, takes the beer from Alex without so much as looking at it. "Aren't you the alien invader police?"

That's a dumb line and it doesn't remotely reflect Alex's actual job description, but she laughs anyway. "It's just one beer. Like 4%. I can handle it."

"I know," Sam murmurs.

Alex thinks she's forgotten how to breathe. Sam's eyes are on her mouth and those hips are pressing into her again and when Sam slips one arm around her waist and one hand into her hair a sound comes out of her that might have been a whimper. There's an inevitability to the way Sam leans in, to the way Alex's lips part as Sam tilts her head back with a firm tug. There's a moment of hesitation, a lingering, an opportunity to say no. Instead, Alex whispers, "Please."

Sam obliges. She kisses her slow, languid almost, holds her firm against the counter as she licks into her mouth and Alex is thinking that maybe she's going to come right here just letting Sam kiss her like this when Sam presses a thigh between her legs and she gasps, grinds down hard without meaning to.

Sam chuckles into her mouth, drags one hand around to her throat, traces feather light kisses along her jaw, tugs on her earlobe with her teeth. "Good girl," she whispers.

Alex isn't sure if it's the heat of Sam's breath, or the praise, or the way she's been casually immobilized, but she shudders, and Sam chuckles again, lips against her ear, and that only makes it worse.

"Fuck," Sam says. "If I had my strap with me I'd rail you right here."

Alex is pretty sure that would kill her. She's pretty sure just the thought of it is going to kill her. Just the pad of Sam's thumb dragging across her throat as she kisses her again, just the roll of those hips, that thigh pressing hard into her, that deep ache coiling tighter as Sam pulls back just far enough to meet her eyes and-

"Hey, Nia wants- Oh!" Lena stops short just inside the kitchen door. "I'll just." She plucks a bottle of wine from the counter. "Take this and tell her that you've uhm. That you're busy."

"We'll be right there," Sam says. She straightens Alex's shirt with a tug and a smirk. "Wouldn't want to miss the TikTok dance."

"Nope," Alex chokes out. "Wouldn't want to miss that."

It's a fluke. Alex takes a long shower when she gets home, and she takes care of the lingering ache that's now outlived not one but two TikTok dances, and she thinks about texting Sam. She falls asleep with her phone in her hand and if she has dreams about a tall, handsome, strong woman railing her against a kitchen counter, well. That happens sometimes. Could happen to anyone. Doesn't mean anything except that Alex has been single for probably too long . She downloads Hinge in the morning and considers explicitly mentioning in her bio that she's the one who wears the strap.

///

The Hinge profile lasts about three days. Alex scrolls through a ridiculous number of women, all of whom are... fine, before she comes to the conclusion that the problem is that none of them are Sam. She's sitting on this stupid app pedaling her stupid profile and all she wants is the woman whose attention prompted her to download a dating app in the first place. And she can't want Sam because it would never work. They're fundamentally incompatible. This bedroom ain't big enough for two tops. It's not going to happen.

But the words if I had my strap with me I'd rail you right here are as stuck in Alex's head as that Lady Gaga song Brainy won't stop playing over the speakers at the DEO. She can't stop thinking about it. Picturing it, even. Dreaming about it when her mind should be anywhere else, on anything else. And she'd just avoid Sam, just look the other way until her hormones sort themselves out, except that Sam is virtually impossible to avoid.

Kara doesn't make it any easier when she calls on Friday night to ask her about a movie night at Sam's apartment.

"Ruby's on a school trip, so it'll be just the four of us," Kara says over the phone. "I'll bring snacks, and we can order whatever you want for dinner. Please? Lena's never seen Star Wars; we have to do something."

Alex doesn't know how to say no. No, I won't come to what feels suspiciously like a double date movie night at Sam's apartment, because Sam's strap is at Sam's apartment, and I'm not sure that she isn't going to try to fuck me on the bathroom floor, and furthermore, I'm not sure that I don't want her to. Instead she says, "Any Star Wars? That's a crime. Which movie are we starting with?"

It's probably a safe bet anyway. Kara and Lena will be there the whole time; Alex and Sam will never be alone. All Alex has to do is make sure that she leaves when everyone else does and they can avoid the awkwardness altogether, and no that is definitely not anticipation she's feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she certainly does not spend an extra half an hour in bed on Saturday morning keeping herself busy with the thought of offering to stay and help clean up, of finding herself pinned against the refrigerator door while Sam takes her from behind. That absolutely does not happen because that would be ridiculous, undignified, untoplike behavior.

Alex is certainly feeling ridiculous, undignified, and untoplike standing outside Sam's door that evening, anxiously smoothing out her shirt with one hand, a case of that IPA from game night in the other. She's arrived a carefully calculated fifteen minutes late just to be absolutely sure Kara and Lena will get here first, but she didn't spot Kara's car outside, and so she isn't particularly surprised when Sam opens the door with a warm smile and welcomes her into an empty apartment.

"Kara and Lena?" she asks as Sam takes the proffered beer.

"Lena got held up at the office," Sam replies, already disappearing into the kitchen. "They're running late. An hour or so. Told them we'd wait. Do you prefer an IPA or a lager? I don't have any stouts in the fridge right now. Might be a decent sour in here somewhere."

Alex lingers in the entryway, that not-anticipation feeling thrumming through her veins. She could follow Sam to the kitchen. Kitchens do seem to be their Thing. But Sam returns with two lagers, her question unanswered, and nods her head towards the living room.

Well, now they're alone together after all and Alex is feeling awkward. She settles onto one end of the couch and tries not to read into it when Sam deposits the lagers on the coffee table and settles in next to her, legs folded under her, almost too close, instead of occupying the perfectly good cushion on the other end.

"Sam," Alex tries. They should talk about this. "We should talk about this."

"Hmm." A hint of a smirk flickers across soft lips before Sam schools her expression. "Talk about what, exactly?"

If Alex had bothered to rehearse this conversation in her mind, she still wouldn't have imagined it going this way. Her eyes drop to Sam's mouth and then she struggles to look elsewhere. The records on the shelf under the window. The blank television screen.

"I-" she starts, but the words don't want to come out. The lager on the coffee table. She doesn't reach for it. "I can't stop thinking about game night," she forces out, and then she looks back up at Sam to gauge her reaction.

Sam is smirking openly now, a hint of laughter in her eyes. She reaches out to tangle long fingers in the hair at Alex's nape, the same grip she used to pull her into a kiss just last week, and Alex's arousal is embarrassingly immediate. "Really?" Sam asks. "Game night, huh? You want to know what I can't stop thinking about?"

It's Alex's gaze that drops first, to Sam's mouth again, and this time she can't look away. "What?"

"Tonight," Sam replies, close enough that Alex's eyes flutter closed, close enough that she can almost feel Sam's answer on her lips. There's probably a coy response for this somewhere in the lesbian handbook but Alex is reaching and coming up empty. She presses a soft kiss to Sam's mouth instead and feels that anticipation - there's no denying now that it's anticipation - thrum again when Sam's tongue immediately presses into her, hot and demanding.

"What's so special about tonight," Alex mumbles as Sam kisses along her jaw to her neck.

"Mmm." Sam nips hard against Alex's pulse point, smiles into her skin when she gasps. "Well, that depends."

"On what?"

"Take your shirt off."

Alex hesitates. That isn't remotely the answer to her question, but now Sam is sucking on her neck and her capacity for rational thought is rapidly diminishing. She fumbles with the first shirt button, fingers trembling, and then the second. Three undone is enough for Sam to pull the offending garment over her head. The sports bra follows, and then Sam is tugging on Alex's hips to reposition her so that she's lying back on the couch, and Alex suddenly understands what everyone finds so attractive about kryptonians, because it's effortless the way Sam moves her. She has about a half second to be transfixed by the abs peeking out from under Sam's own blouse before Sam is kissing down her collarbone and over her breast, chuckling when Alex's hips jerk underneath her.

"You know," Sam says, "I was expecting more of a fight out of Alex But-I'm-A-Top Danvers."

Alex opens her mouth to let out a retort but Sam's tongue is working a circle around her nipple and rational thought is once again threatening to fail. "Is that what you want?" She manages, struggling to sit up. "You want a fight?"

"No." Sam pushes her back again, pins her arms over her head with one hand, brushes the fingers of the other across her ribs, frowns. "No, I like you better like this."

Alex flushes and has to remind herself not to squirm, not to look away as Sam studies her in silence, drops kisses across her shoulders, traces the lines of her hip and the inside of her thigh. And then Sam reaches under the couch for a box, the implications of which are momentarily as immobilizing as the hand still holding Alex's wrists down, because Sam planned for this, planned far enough in advance to stash supplies where they might be convenient.

Alex swallows hard when Sam's pants exit the scenario, and Sam's eyes flicker over her face as she opens the box.

"How do you feel about being strapped on the couch?" she asks.

It's such a blunt question that Alex flushes again. "Uhm. Okay?"

Sam stops with her harness halfway out. "Just okay? I'm gonna need a clear yes or-"

"Yes. God. Yes please," Alex says, flushing an even darker shade. She's going to let... this... happen, but she's not going to beg. Christ. Consent granted; please let's move on before things get awkward. Sam chuckles a little at her discomfort and presses a kiss to her brow.

"Okay. But if you want me to stop you just say the word."

Alex nods, not trusting herself to speak, eyeing Sam's fingers where they're tightening the harness. And then all at once she blurts out, "Kara and Lena could be here at any moment," which she hadn't realized might be a concern until it came out of her mouth but now she can't stop thinking about it, and how embarrassing that would be, and Kara can see through walls for heaven's sake, and-

Sam chuckles. "Baby," she says, sliding herself between Alex's legs, "You're not going to last long enough to be worried about that."

Sam is embarrassingly, excruciatingly not wrong. By the time the strap is working into her Alex is pretty sure she's wound tighter than she's ever been, and she'd crack some kind of joke about how it's clearly been too long since she's had anyone inside of her but this is really not the time. Sam is pressing inexorably deeper and it's all she can do to hold her breath because otherwise she's going to come altogether undone before they've even gotten started.

Sam gives her a moment when she's all inside, waits for Alex to exhale, waits for her nod before she starts to rock her hips, and the drag of the strap is so intense that Alex loses her breath and her self control in the same instant with a groan that only deepens Sam's smirk. Alex is kind of wishing Sam would give her back the use of her hands, but that's not in the cards. She squirms instead, hips bucking of their own accord, head thrown back hard against the cushion of the couch.

"Thought about this every night," Sam murmurs, and Alex thinks she'll say since game night but she says, "Since the day I met you," which is almost as mindblowing as the pleasure somehow, incredibly, continuing to build between Alex's hips. "Thought about how good you'd be under me."

Alex shivers at that and then comes, bucking hard into Sam to take as much of the strap as she can, half aware of Sam whispering something in her ear that might have been what a good girl you are if Alex had been cognizant enough to comprehend it. She comes back down to soft kisses across her face, and when Sam lets go of her wrists she wraps her arms around her and tries to remember how to breathe, how to pull all the pieces of herself back together, how to be a competent and capable, dignified and toplike partner.

Alex runs a hand absently through Sam's hair and hums. "Do you want me to return the favor?" she asks. She doesn't have a strap with her but, well, it's not like that was ever the best trick up her sleeve anyway. She opens her mouth to make a quip about how a good top is always prepared but Sam reaches out and casually tips an untouched lager onto her discarded shirt.

Alex splutters.

"Too late," Sam says brightly. "You'll have to ask me after dinner. Lena and Kara are here."

"Lena and Kara are what-"

And there's the knock at the door. The door not ten paces from where Alex is lying in a state of naked disarray on the couch where they are supposed to be watching Star Wars. There is a moment of absolute stillness before Alex begins to scramble for her clothes.

"Bedroom is the second door on the left," Sam says, sneaking in a last kiss while Alex reaches for the underpants peeking out from under the coffee table. "Clean shirts in closet. Do pick something nice; I've been dying to see you in my clothes."

Alex scurries down the hall in her socks quietly cursing and thanking every star in the sky. It's going to be a long night. If she's lucky.

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— this blog is supposed to be multifandom but honestly at this point it may as well just be a harry styles and louis tomlinson appreciation blog!

— this is my blog, lots of hl, 5sos and things i like.

— tagging system [you can see general tags below]

TAGS I USE:

— moonsedit; moonsgif; moonsicons; moonstag;

— i tag spoilers as ’[show name] spoilers’ & i tag triggers as ‘[trigger] tw’

— current triggers i tag:

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Smoking (cigarettes)

smoking tw

cigarette tw

Blood and injuries

blood tw

injuries tw

Fire (immolation), explosions‎ and guns

fire tw

guns tw

explosion tw

immolation tw

Mentions and depictions of horror

horror tw

THINGS I COLLECT:

— posts i collect under: #🖤

I always track gifsets, art, edits of any kind. so as long as it isn’t reposted or stolen. also i don’t reblog whitewashed content.

— ANIME; ANIMATION

A.I.C.O. Incarnation

Arcane

Cartoon Network

Disney [until 2008’s]

Ed, Edd n' Eddy

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

Gravity Falls

Hanna-Barbera Productions

Kekkai Sensen [Blood Blockade Battlefront]

Love, Death & Robots

Nanatsu no Taizai

Neon Genesis Evangelion

Over the Garden Wall

Pixar

Sakura Card Captor

Sailor Moon Crystal

Studio Ghibli

Snoopy

Sword Art Online

The Looney Tunes show

The Jetsons

— SCI-FI MOVIES/SERIES (from 30’s to 90’s)

Star Trek

Star Wars

The X Files

— DOCUMENTARIES

— FANTASY MOVIES/SERIES

— HORROR MOVIES

— LITERATURE

— MUSIC

Bands

5 Seconds of Summer. ❤️

AC/DC

Allison

Artic Monkeys

Big Time Rush

Bring Me The Horizon

Coldplay

Delain

Elleine

Evanscence

Fit For Rivals

Foster the People

Fleetwood Mac

Gaias Pendulum

Green Day

Gorillaz

Lacuna Coil

Linkin Park

Mago de Oz

Maneskin

Metallica

MoonSun

My Chemical Romance ❤️

Pink Floyd

Rammstein

Semisonic

The Strokes

—Male artists

Ashton Irwin

Avicii

Calvin Harris

Cuco

David Guetta

D-Block

Harry Styles ❤️

Louis Tomlinson ❤️

Luke Hemmings

Niall Horan

—Female artists

Avril Lavigne

Blondie

Dorothy

Elyose

Halsey

Katy Perry

Lady Gaga

Lana Del Rey

Lindsey Stirling ❤️

Miley Cirus

Mon Laferte

Regina Spektor

Rosalía

— MUSICAL SERIES/MOVIES/THEATRE

Across the universe

A star was born

Bohemian Rhapsody

Grease

Julie and the Phantoms

Legally Blonde

Les Misérables

High School Musical

Phantom of the Opera

Romeo & Julliet

School of Rock

The Pianist

— OTHERS

Ballet

Crime/Mystery series

Absentia

Bright Minds

Castle

Scorpion

Fiction

Jewelry [rings in special]

Mystery

Opera

Outer Space

Percy Jackson

Photography [film photography in special]

— SITCOMS

Archer

Fleabag

Friends

Futurama

How I Meet Your Mother

Malcolm in the Middle

Rick & Morty

Silicon Valley

The Big Bang Theory

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

Young Sheldon

— SUPERHEROS

Marvel

#pinned #moonstag #queue always ongoing

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pluviacuratio-a · 2 years ago

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{ ♪ } -- "I'm aware of the scheduled times. Considering I had no pressing matters at current, I thought it better to make use of my time than just sit idle."

Most of the league weren't used to a nicer lifestyle. Being raised in a fairly wealthy family meant that the luxuries of the Meta Liberation Army didn't draw her the same way. Then he made the comment about her Meta Ability and she felt something coil tight inside her, threatening to snap.

Scarlet gaze flitted up to him, focusing on what she could see of his face. Personally, she didn't quite understand what Nia saw in him. Perhaps she, herself, was just too hotheaded to find herself fond of someone who seemed to feel the need to control every single minute detail. Attempting to ignore the fury, she took a slow breath and spoke low and slow.

"I am aware of what my Meta is suitable for. I'm not content just sitting to the side until I'm necessary. I like to be useful. Not some little toy you put away until you want to play with me again. So, I need to improve. On everything."

Something peculiar had moved into his line of sight as he paced the halls on surveillance patrol. A certain member of the League had made her way into the training area unaccompanied. And while it wasn’t by it’s nature against any rules, her rank gave her clearance to these areas, it had given rise to some of his suspicions. Fortunately, he was only a few moments away from that particular wing to check on it for himself.

No reason, she says, yet he finds that hard to believe. His eyes narrow slightly down at her from behind his bangs as he closes the laptop that he had balanced on his arm. The puppet that walked with him made not a single sound, motionless in lack of order from it’s commander.

“ Noted and appreciated, “ he remarked in reply to her offer. It was better than the rest of them that just wanted to sit around and eat sushi at his expense. “ However, we have designated times for combat training that would be more beneficial than throwing punches at a dummy, if that was your intent. But... your Meta doesn’t make you particularly suited for the front lines. “

#skepticxsm #► i'm beyond repair let me be (villain)#she's very rubbed the wrong way by his comment and thus a lil aggro i'm sorry lmfao

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 4 years ago

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Reigncorp: After Kara tells Lena she’s is going to treat her like a villain, Lena decides to go to metropolis to see Sam

The last sight Kara expected to see at CatCo in the middle of the day is that of Sam Arias stalking towards her with an expression Kara hadn’t seen since Reign’s defeat. Her stomach dropped, and only her shock kept her feet rooted against the urge to run far, far away.

“S-Sam--”

Sam lifted one hand, cutting Kara off with a single gesture. “We need to talk.”

Kara swallowed thickly. “O-kay… um, we can--”

“Privately.”

If Kara’s belly could fall any further, it’d be on the ground floor. She nodded, and led Sam away from the bullpen and towards the elevator, waving aside Nia’s rise to intervene. Whatever Sam had come all the way from Metropolis for, Kara would handle it.

The seventeenth floor used to house IT before they moved up to join HR on twenty, and it now sat largely empty. Kara sensed that whatever Sam had to say, they’d need the privacy. As soon as they’d reached an empty office and closed the door, Kara turned to face Sam.

“Why are you here--”

“Care to explain why Lena crashed on my couch last night?”

Kara froze. The guilt that had been pooling in her chest since her last conversation with Lena flared bright and hot, heating her cheeks in a deep flush. Concern followed close on its heels: she hadn’t known Lena had left the city. The discovery left her feeling off-kilter, like some stanchion of her world had been pulled out from under her.

“Is she all right?” Kara asked.

“You tell me, Kara,” Sam snapped back. Despite her anger, her voice remained almost gentle. “Because the reason she was on my couch instead of in the guest room is because that’s as far as she got before she drank herself to sleep.”

Kara remembered the last time Lena fell asleep on Sam’s couch: her reputation ruined, the world stacking up against her, all hope seemingly lost. Only this time, there was only one circumstance stacked up against Lena, and the fact that circumstance was Kara settled heavily on her shoulders, pressing suffocatingly against her chest.

“What did you say to her?”

The accusation comes sharp and unyielding, almost making Kara flinch.

Kara licked her lips, eyebrows shrugging as she shook her head. “I didn’t--”

“Then what did Supergirl say?”

The air evaporated from the room in an instant.

Kara knew the apprehension that coiled suddenly around her spine reflected in her features, from the set of her jaw to the steel in her eye, condemning herself as surely as popping the buttons on her blouse. She couldn’t bring herself to deny it, even as Sam lifted her hand to head her off.

“I’m not asking anything a close friend of both Lena and Supergirl wouldn’t know.”

“What makes you think it was Supergirl?”

“There’s only two people who could break Lena in the span of a day,” Sam explained, holding Kara’s gaze. “And I’m looking right at her.”

Her words were no slip of the tongue. Sam knew the truth.

“Lena didn’t tell me anything,” Sam followed up, softly.

Oddly, the thought hadn’t crossed Kara’s mind at all.

“Please, Kara… I just want to help my friend.”

With a deep breath, Kara squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I told her that if she continued to pursue whatever she’s been working on, we could no longer be friends.”

Sam lifted an eyebrow. “Your words. Exactly.”

“I told her I would do whatever I needed to do to stop her. Just like any other villain.”

The softness in Sam’s features disappeared. Again, Kara was faced with an echo of Reign’s rage, her utter and unrelenting judgement.

“How dare you.”

“You haven’t been here, Sam. You don’t know--”

“I know my friend,” Sam nearly snarled. Her jaw barely moved, it was clenched so tightly.

“Things are different now,” Kara shot back. “Lena isn’t the same.”

“You don’t get to say that. No one in this city does.” Sam began to pace, then turned sharply back to point at Kara with a hand on her hip. “No, you know what? No. Whatever it is that’s happened between you, I refuse to believe that Lena deserves to hear those words from her best friend.”

Kara pressed her lips together. “And that’s your choice.”

“Lena risked everything to save me, to save the world from me, and when she did Supergirl was all too quick to judge her for keeping my secret. How dare you. Both of you.”

“This isn’t the same thing--”

“The hell it isn’t! Did it even occur to you that Lena might be trying to do good?! Did you even talk to her?”

“I tried!” Kara’s voice lifted to a shout. She paused, reining emotions back under control. Frustration mingled with helplessness, pulling tears of anger to her eyes. “I tried, so many times, Sam. She’s-- she won’t.”

“Can you blame her?”

“She’s working with Lex.” Kara swallowed thickly, meeting Sam’s gaze once more. “Did she tell you that?”

Surprise flickered across Sam’s features, confirming not only that Lena hadn’t told her, but also that while Sam may not have any memory of the previous reality, Lena and Lex’s relationship wasn’t one that lent itself to collaboration. But as soon as it appeared it vanished.

“Well maybe she didn’t think she had anyone else to turn to.”

With that, Sam was done. She reclaimed her purse from the dusty desk and slung it over her shoulder on her way out the door. Kara let her go, only to chase after her when Sam jabbed the elevator call button.

“Does Lena know you’re here?”

Sam barely glanced at her. “She’d kill me if she did.”

“When you see her, tell her…” Kara paused. “Tell her I--”

The words wouldn’t come. Even now, when no more damage could possibly be done, she had nothing to say.

Sam took pity on her as the elevator doors opened.

“Tell her yourself.”

#quarantine prompt party 2.0 #i know this prompt was probably meant to be reigncorp #but i had already done a prompt like that #so i wanted to explore what would happen if sam confronted kara instead #because dear god someone needs to be on lena's side

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owl-with-a-pen · 3 years ago

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Prompt where brainy gets very angry over something and nia just wraps her arms around his waist to give him a big hug from behind. That “it’s okay, I’m here” trope. Specific but I’m curious to see how you would write it x

- Okay so this gave me a cute idea that I decided to run with. Hope you enjoy!

Nia knew it was bad the second she saw Alex walking quickly in the opposite direction from the Tower’s lab.

“I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,” Alex warned as she passed Nia by, offering her a strained smile. “He’s in a mood.”

Nia winced.

Right. One of Brainy’s classic moods. The Super Friends had learnt to make themselves scarce when one presented itself. And, oh boy, did they present themselves.

Although Brainy had had a tendency to get moody before removing his inhibitors, this was way different. Anger was still so new to him in this sort of a capacity, and when he needed to focus on something – really focus - distractions were something he just couldn’t stand. Outside stimulus became too difficult to manage when he was in that kind of headspace. It was times like those that he valued his privacy, and would readily snap at whoever didn’t grant it to him.

Nia leant hesitantly in the archway to the lab, digging her shoulder into the brickwork as she watched Brainy worriedly from behind. He was tinkering with something on his workbench; his back and shoulders were rigid, and although she couldn’t see his face, Nia was certain she could hear a distinct crack from how tightly he was clenching his jaw.

It wasn’t good for him to hold everything in like this, but the alternative wasn’t exactly pretty. When Brainy had told her about the broken keyboard, the broken tablet and the very nearly broken TV, it had become clear to her that he’d needed a healthier outlet.

Kelly had spoken to them both about ways to support each other when it came to nightmares or outside stressors, but Brainy was more of a complicated case than Nia, simply because he’d never experienced these emotions before. He had no frame of reference for even half of what he was feeling, and that terrified him.

And so, as much as she wanted to respect Brainy’s unspoken wish, Nia knew she couldn’t let him stay holed up alone in his lab like this. It'd only encourage his emotions to grow even further out of check.

Her concerns were verified when Brainy jerked his hand suddenly, throwing the device he had been working on clean from the table, sending it to the floor with a jarring clang.

“Sprock,” he muttered tightly. He made no move to retrieve it. Instead, he gripped tightly to the workbench’s edge, leaning his full weight into it. He ducked his head, chest heaving with the effort of holding back this newfound rage.

Nia knew the signs well enough by now. He was seconds from bursting wide open, his most unruly emotions reaching an intensity he wouldn’t be able to filter out on his own.

Nia hated seeing him like this, but what hurt her the most was knowing just how helpless all of this made Brainy feel. He didn’t like what these emotions did to him, and most certainly didn’t want to act on his most violent impulses. It was why Kelly had offered her help in the first place, even suggesting some breathing exercises for when things got too volcanic for him to handle. Right now, though? Brainy was barely able to work those exercises through his lungs.

It wasn’t working. This tightly wound, it would be impossible for Brainy to come down organically. Nia’s heart clenched, the urge to do something for him so profound that she could barely stay put in the doorway. But what could she do? It wasn’t exactly like she could rip this anger out of him. She couldn’t control a person’s emotions, her powers didn’t work that way.

If only they could. If only she could offer him something…

Unless…

Nia frowned suddenly, glancing down towards her hands, the energy filters she wore as bracelets around her wrists.

Surely, it couldn’t hurt to try… right?

Nia pushed herself from the wall, heading carefully across the room. She managed her footing well enough that Brainy didn’t hear her over the laboured pants of his own breathing. By the time she was in reaching distance, she could see the tremors running through his arms, the pinched corners of his lips as he swallowed down the urge to unleash his most tempestuous emotions.

Nia didn’t think. Instead, she took that final step forward, sliding her arms around Brainy’s back, clasping her hands firmly together against his front.

It was a bold move, all things considered. After all, Brainy wasn’t always welcoming to anyone’s touch, not even her own.

Expectedly, Brainy stiffened the second he felt her arms around him, although he didn’t try to move out of her hold. “Nia-?” he managed weakly. “What’re you-?”

“Just breathe, okay?” Nia said softly, tucking her face into the private warmth of his shoulder. She could feel his pulse quivering against her cheek, sidling close enough that she was able to mould herself against the gentle curve of his spine. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

Her question was clearly enough to throw him off guard. Brainy glanced about himself restlessly before relenting, closing his eyes. “This rage,” he muttered. “It- it won’t stop. Every time I think I have a hold on myself, it comes bubbling back up.” He swallowed hard, baring his teeth. “I can’t stop it, Nia.”

“You got frustrated,” Nia said, holding her voice steady. “You just need to take a break. It’ll pass, I promise.”

Brainy choked out a strained laugh. “I- don’t know how it can. Not without…”

He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to; Nia knew exactly what he was implying. Previously, these attacks had only ended in one way: with him breaking a particularly complex piece of his own equipment, which only furthered his frustrations later on when he inevitably had to rebuild it from the ground up.

Lena had encouraged him to let his emotions out, and maybe at first that had been helpful – cathartic, even. But, Nia knew Brainy. When not directed at a bad guy, the act of violence only made him feel uneasy, reminding him none too gently of the cruelty his ancestral line was capable of. He may have only ever broken inanimate objects when releasing his pent-up rage, but it didn’t stop him from ending every outburst with a tearful comedown. It was usually only then that Brainy would normally let her in, which was why Nia knew exactly how exhausting this was for him.

Every episode was taxing on Brainy, both physically and emotionally, and yet they never got any easier for him to manage. He just couldn’t catch a break. No matter how hard he tried, his anger was always prickling just beneath his skin, ready to burst through at a moment’s notice.

This time, though?

“What if I helped?” Nia suggested, spreading her hands tactfully across his abdomen.

“What do you m-” but Brainy didn’t finish. Instead, he sucked in a sharp breath, arching his back instinctively as Nia closed her eyes, allowing her dream energy to wash across her palms, encouraging Brainy to absorb it in earnest.

Brainy sagged into the desk immediately, the metalwork denting like putty between his fingers. He groaned aloud, his voice distorted against the crackling static of his modulator. When she was certain it was working, Nia summoned more energy, not just to her hands, but to every part of her, willing it to swirl and crackle in the air around them, transferring to Brainy's body in a whirl of blue fog. Brainy laxed further into Nia’s touch as a result, lashes fluttering as he tried to hold himself steady against the workbench.

Nia smirked, running her hands tenderly across Brainy's ribs before slipping them both behind his back, working her fingers carefully into her boyfriend’s shoulders. Her energy looped around every digit like electric blue coils as she continued to massage it through his muscles. The tension inside of Brainy unravelled all at once, enough that his legs very nearly gave out, but not quite. After all, this wasn’t the knock-out potency of her energy that she’d been steadily perfecting against her enemies. Instead, this was something new, a far weaker version Nia hadn’t seen much use for in the field. If anything, it worked as her own brand of Nyquil, instilling a drowsiness that encouraged total relaxation of the host in question. It wasn’t exactly something that could do much on the offensive. But, for this? Nia couldn’t think of anything more perfect.

“How does this feel?” she asked after a long moment, pressing her thumb experimentally into the base of Brainy’s shoulder blade.

“Good,” Brainy murmured, a pleasant shudder rolling down his spine. His voice was still distorted by a mechanised echo, and he showed no signs of trying to correct it. “Really good.”

“Good.” Nia grinned, kissing his throat. She kept kneading circles across her boyfriend’s back, tracing her fingernails down both sides of his spine. When she reached just above Brainy’s tailbone, she bit her lip, slipping her hands quickly beneath his shirt, pressing them against his skin.

Brainy's body ran far warmer than Nia's, even with dream energy burning through her blood. Brainy inhaled sharply at the foreign sensation of Nia's cold fingers before his eyes rolled to a close. The sudden lack of tension in his jaw caused his lips to part, allowing his lungs to unlock. Already, Nia found the steady rise and fall of his chest much improved, allowing him to breathe unrestricted for the first time since this episode had started.

Nia tucked her face against Brainy’s neck, pressing another kiss just above the collar of his jacket. Even her lips were alive with static, potent enough to cause Brainy’s throat to spasm. If the droning hum of contentment issuing from his chest was anything to go by, she figured he was starting to really enjoy this.

She grinned, looping her arms back around his front. “Still angry?” she asked.

Brainy’s eyes were half lidded when he shook his head. “I—thank you.”

“Anytime,” Nia said.

Neither of them were willing to separate just yet, so Nia stayed exactly where she was, feeding gentle waves of energy against Brainy's back the whole while.

Kelly had told them that there was no overnight solution for this, warning that at times, it might feel like they were barely making any progress at all.

Today, though? Nia felt like she’d made enough to be proud of.

And hopefully, Brainy felt the same way, too.

#supergirl #brainia #brainiac 5 #nia nal #querl dox #brainy #my writing #my prompts #anon #forgive my slow writing ways i have been annoyingly busy as of late #but this prompt struck me with this cute idea and y'know what? it makes sense!#nia's powers can canonically put people to sleep so why couldn't they also work as a muscle relaxant that could help #say.. an angry coluan calm down a tad #i just want more tender moments with brainia in the rest of season 6 #in the meantime i can and will write them myself

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bloodypeachblog · 3 years ago

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@fatgumsupremacy

YO WEED TRIO AND CO. BAND AU

Marcus would be bass

David would be guitar and lead vocalist

Corn would be keytar (keyboard-guitar hybrid)

Peach would be the second lead singer (like how Lacuna Coil do their songs, but reverse the genders)

Nia would be a backing vocalist and synthesizer.

Elysium would be drums

All have a hand in writing songs and Jeom is their manager.

I like to think they do various genres depending on who wrote it. Like David is emo rock/metal, Marcus is classic heavy metal, Corn is EDM (rave music), Peach is Pop/Techno, Nia is classic rock, Elysium is nu metal.

What do you think? What would you have them play or write? What would their band name be?

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goodvibesandsunglasses · 2 years ago

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NIA

A breathless whine escaped her when his hips snapped against her, shivers tickling her spine as he nudged her sweet spot. Parting her lips with every intention to chastise, all thoughts vanished once her name fell from his lips. It was terrible, but having him so desperate made her tense around him, slick heat pooling between her thighs. Slinking her arms around his neck, Nia’s hips slowly rose against his length, nose brushing his as biting back a moan. “What happened to your smug grin?” A teasing lilt laced her words, lips ghosting against his. Warning bells sounded in the recesses of her mind- warning he may very well take revenge for her teasing and turn the tables in blink just like before. Still, she couldn’t help herself, barely waiting a beat before grinding down against him.

A sliver of her could admit it was deliberate. A punishment- albeit a strange one, for him seemingly admitting this had been his plan all along. In some ways the fault was hers considering she’d willingly accepted his invitation as if every meeting didn’t end with him between her legs. In other ways it was his fault considering he was well aware of her weakness. Such conflicting thoughts bubbled for mere seconds, however, drowning beneath a haze of foggy desire at the feel of him. Placing a hand over his she pressed firmly, wanting nothing more than to feel his searing grip on her again. “I-'' Words almost slipped, thickness suddenly crowding her throat as she found her rhythm. Burying her nose in his collarbone she tried to muffle a string of desperate moans ripping from her throat with every thrust.

Nia felt pathetic. Already able to feel the coil tightening, tingles shooting up and down legs after only a few minutes. But she couldn’t help it. She needed more- of him, to feel him, marked by him, filled by him until there was nothing left. Her mind was fuzzy, darkened eyes barely focused, a soft whine slipping past her lips as she chased her high. “I- ah-” It felt as if she were melting, skin burning beneath her dress. Cupping his cheeks she pressed her lips against his. “I’ll let you do anything if you don’t stop.” Barely registering her own words she shamelessly deepened the kiss.

RYAN

His parted lips were mere inches away from hers and her chest flush against his, probing just how wrapped up in each other they were. All he had to do was tilt his head and pull her into a searing kiss and unable to stop himself, he was about to do just that when her voice caught his attention. So that was it? A power struggle? His lips stretched into a lopsided smile. Yes he was still smiling because in spite of everything, she’d been the one to practically jump into his lap. Ryan would probably be able to show how amused he was but each thrust left him at her mercy, mind fuzzy and merely focused on the pleasure she was giving. He was letting her have this one but she would definitely get what’s coming to her in due time. After all, he was loving the way she took matters into her own hands, showing him how desperate she was for him. Although he liked being in control, sweet, polite Nia showing what she was made of? It turned him on even more.

All thoughts of evening the scores had vanished until Nia seemed too far gone to even care. And to think that it started with a question. A not so innocent one. Man, he loved that. Granted, he did end up nestled between her legs whenever they agreed to meet but that mouth of his always seemed to start and speed things up. Anyway, Ryan sure as hell wasn’t going to stop; not now that she seemed this close to giving it up; not now that he was also on the path to reach ecstasy between her arms. He wanted to kiss her, touch her, feel her, fill her in more ways than one and maybe include a little teasing. And so he wrapped his arms around her bottom and stood to lift her onto the table, rhythm only faltering for a split second before he repeatedly slammed himself into her. She was already his but he wanted more, gently nudging her with a kiss so he could bury his face in the crook of her neck and mark her properly. Would she flick him for it? He kind of hoped so but there was no doubt that he would get an earful for what he was about to do, that is to say taunt her when she was clearly struggling to form words. One hand kept her leg tantalizingly around his waist while the other wrapped tightly around the back of her neck, keeping her forehead against his. You what?”, he breathed “tell me”.

#archivedryan002

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sleeplessnovember · 3 years ago

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Nia Revenge (Chapter 1)

“Natasha, how come I have to tell you constantly to clean your room? It’s like you hear me but don’t even care! Not only that you know Mommy and Daddy will be here in an hour. I get sick of cleaning after you”. I looked at my five-year-old sister as she began to cry out loud for our parents and I immediately felt horrible. I was only 12 and most of the responsibilities fell on me when our parents weren’t home. I let out a long sigh and put the broom against the wall. I hugged her tightly and gently said “I’m sorry sister.” Her big bright eyes looked at me and said, “Please don’t be mad at me Nia, I’m trying to help,” showing me her mix match socks.

“Ok sister”, I said, “Put them in the hamper please”, looking at her makes me melt inside she had one blue eye and one brown. The only one in my family to have it. Our mother said it was her birthmark. I had to agree. With her it looked beautiful on her golden-brown skin. Her black soft coils in two big pigtails bounced as she bent over to pick up her little socks on the ground. My mother and father were middle school sweethearts. They grew up next door to each other and their parents were good friends as well. My mother was a chocolate Amazonian queen to me. She had to be 5’9 or even 5’10, and when she wore heels, it was like she was a statue in an art museum. She was a full-figured woman with a beautiful smile, and she smelled like honey dew. We got our thick coils from her, and our big bright smile.

My father was shorter than my mother, 5’8, but his personality was 6’4. He was what people called a ‘jack of all trades’ working on cars, fixing on old run-down houses and flipping them with his best friend, Don. There was nothing Nathan couldn’t do and that was the problem. My father was the milk man baby, as the older people in my mother family would say, his hazel green eyes and model like features could make anyone fall into a trance. He was witty and had a way with words. My father in the public eye was charming, sweet even polite. I wish he had that kindness for his own flesh and blood. My mother had me on a cold November morning, she was 17 turning 18 in December and had plans on going to college in the fall of the following year. She loved science and math.

She was the smartest in her family, my grandmother would say. The dumbest shit she did was meet, Nathan. When she met my father, she became a different person. Once being an advocate of refraining from sex till marriage to an advocate of sneaking out the house getting fucked in cars and run-down hotels with my father. You might ask how a 12-year-old knows this information, but being dropped off at my grandmother’s house and hearing my aunts talk among themselves about how gullible my mother was for Nathan disgusted them.

“No offense Nia baby”, they’d say while putting their fingers to their mouths as a signal to not repeat what I heard. And I didn’t because I enjoyed going over there and playing with all my cousins when they would come over. The doorknob turned to the front door in living room. “Hurry up, I gotta pee”, my mother said outside the door. My father pushed open the door and my pregnant mother waddle through the threshold making her way to the bathroom. “Welcome home Momma and Daddy”, Natasha said with a cheerful and innocent voice. They had been gone for 5 hours so that might have been a thousand years to her. Natasha ran to my father wanting a hug or even a kiss on the forehead, but he just patted her head and said thank you in a monotone tired voice. He looked at me and said “Nia, did you clean up while we were gone”?

“Yes sir, I’m still cleaning me and Natasha”. His eyes and facial expression looked confused. Why and how are you still cleaning up? We left 5 hours ago the house should be clean. And Natasha is five why is she cleaning anything she can barely clean herself”. My mother opened the bathroom door and stood between us. She looked at my father like ‘you’re doing too much and check yourself’. She dare not to say it. She never wanted to emasculate my father in front of us, but her giving him a ‘don’t start no shit won’t be no shit glare’ shut him up. “Nia”, she said “thank you for trying to help. I’ll clean the rest love”. I sighed and hung my head down and said “Ok, momma”. She grabbed the broom that was still pressed on the wall and swept up the remaining crumbs that were on the ground. My father was furious.

He didn’t like how my mother covered for me and how she loved me. He looked at me and barked “Go in your room and go to sleep”. My mother looked at him and said “she didn’t eat yet. How is she going to go to bed without eating”? “Her ass don’t need to eat. You see how fat she’s getting? She can stand to not eat dinner tonight.” He sneered as he looked at me in disgust. I whimpered and cried as I walked to the room me and my little sister share. Shutting the door behind me and crawling into my bed to cry. Why did my father hate me? Was it because I wasn’t the boy he wanted? Is it my complexion? I wasn’t that fat, just chubby because of puberty, as momma would say. What was wrong with me? Nothing I did was right.

#short reads #short stories #urbanwriting #noveyj

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blades of light and shadow pairing: mal volari x reva of riverbend (female human) wordcount: 2.1k rating: T

read on ao3

kicking off my participation in @bladesappreciationweek with a little idea i’ve had bouncing around in my mind since blades was still airing—mal and reva and the sharing of magic.

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It was Reva who led them to the caves.

Both she and Mal were unfamiliar with these woods, the ones they’d been exploring for the past day and a half—even their name had somehow evaded them, tried as they had to find out as they passed the nearby villages.

Reva was unfamiliar with this entire area of Morella, in truth, as was the case with much of the kingdom—that was neither unexpected nor new (her knowledge had been steadily improving, but there was so very much to learn still). It had taken Mal half a day, however, to admit to not knowing where he was, and only after hours of Reva’s teasing and needling he'd confessed.

(Not that she’d needed the confession to know the truth; or that he’d even expected to deceive her in the first place. It was only a matter of pride.)

Even so, unfamiliar as they were with the area, there was a pull that Reva had felt ever since they had crossed the treeline—and the only reason they hadn’t left the woods yet. Something like a thread of gold tugging at her, invisible currents and tides in the air that guided her further and further in. And in the depths of the woods, it was her woodslore skills that told her the rest of what she needed to know: there was a water source nearby, somewhere underground.

And still that thread pulled and pulled and pulled.

(She’d felt something like it when they’d met the voxper in the Deadwood, though she hadn’t recognized it then, inexperienced as she had been.)

Mal didn't question it, her drive to follow and find the source of it—he never did, not when he saw the determined look in her eyes and the purposeful stride of her movements, the way she always acted when she sought something, when she sensed something.

He was curious, too. Intrigued, even if he couldn’t feel what she felt.

It was high noon when they found the entrance, low in the ground, half-hidden by underbrush and overgrowth. Unassuming, inconspicuous—it seemed so easy to ignore and so undisturbed Reva was sure no living being had stepped inside in gods know how long.

“Can you hear that?”‌ Reva asked, more out of habit than anything, but she was starting to learn the difference now. The difference between the sounds she could hear, that anybody could hear, and the things she could sense that only seemed like sounds to her because she had no other words to describe them.

“I‌ hear water,” Mal said after a moment.‌“You hear something else, don’t you?”

He was starting to get used to it, too.

Reva nodded. She did hear the water, the flow of it running further ahead in the caves—but that wasn’t what she’d meant at all. There was, like the golden thread, the faintest sound of something she could only imagine as silver bells (and she had never heard silver bells before, but the thought came to mind and seemed to fit).

A vibration in the air that made her skin prickle and raise into gooseflesh.

He followed, close by, as she led them deeper into the cave—close, always close, trailing behind her with a hand on her back and his presence a steady comfort next to her.

(Steady. Reliable. It was the last thing she would have called him, back when she'd first met him—she'd called him out on it, even. And yet, now—)

“Kit, are you sure—” Mal started, after a good while of walking (and he had never stopped calling her this, not after months and months, but she barely noticed it anymore), but Reva only shushed him, trying not to lose the sound of the bells.

She was vaguely aware of his pouting, but he didn't say anything else, and she was too focused on following the trail of this thing that called to her.

He still followed her, curious, and she knew—she knew he would follow her anywhere, as she would follow him anywhere, as she had followed. Even if it meant not having a place to settle, even if it meant narrow escapes and having to hide, sometimes, having to run. Reva was a practiced liar and an even better charmer, after all, and the thrill of adventure had always called to her—but it felt different with him, somehow.

They walked on, their steps leading them down, down, down; the air humid and cool, darkening as they walked deeper inside. The cave turned as it descended, dark and damp, but the pull of that golden thread grew ever stronger, and there was a scent in the air, too—something that almost felt metallic.

The bow of Gal’dariel almost seemed to hum in response, strapped to Reva's back, and a brewing tension coiled within her.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking but was probably closer to minutes, the tunnel started to grow wider and the sound of the water louder than the rest of them. A hint of light seemed to filter from further ahead; Reva and Mal exchanged a look and pressed on.

The tunnel led into a small but open space—the walls curving towards the low ceiling, and in the center of it, a small blue lake, nearly (but not quite) sparkling, nearly (but not quite) glowing.

They had seen something like this in the Deadwood, but it was so much stronger here, so much purer. It was almost overwhelming and made the blood in Reva’s veins want to sing.

—

“You won’t join me?” she’d asked, and that was all it took.

Armor and clothes set aside (and she would never get tired of the sight of him, like this), they stepped into the water together, waist-deep—Reva had expected it to be cool as the air around them, but it was warm, almost unnaturally so. As soon as it touched her skin she felt a burst of energy around her, small explosions on her skin that tingled and tickled, not unpleasantly. Magic, pure and raw, stronger and more concentrated than she had ever felt it.

It passed through her like a conduit, warming her skin, her body from the inside; almost as though it replaced the blood in her veins with pure Light.

“You can’t feel it, can you?” Reva asked, turning to look at Mal, though the answer was obvious. She could feel the flow and the current now that it had settled into her, how it reverberated in the cave and dipped back into the water—and how it ignored him, weaved around him without touching him at all.

(It was the strangest thing, something she could both see and not see, something that could not be described with words but she knew it was there, all the same.)

“Not much. I can feel there’s something about this place,” he said, shaking his head. And that much was true, reflected in the way his usual demeanor had fallen into something quieter, admiring. “Aside from the glowing water. But that’s all I’ve got.”

How odd that was—the pure essence of this place seemed steeped in magic and Reva couldn't imagine how it would feel, how it look without it.

She wondered if—

“I want to try something,” she said, suddenly.

Mal raised an eyebrow at her, but any comment he might have thought to make seemed to die on his lips at the unusual expression on her face, replaced by something both like tenderness and apprehension.

He looked unsure—as he did often when around magic and especially when Reva’s own use of magic was concerned—the conversations with Nia and Tyril about Light and years and time no doubt present on the back of his mind.

But here, in a place like this, she wouldn't have to draw from her own Light. The air was brimming with it and she felt charged—it almost felt like a waste not to use the magic for something, as though it was itself asking to be spent, having been trapped in this underground cave, building and building for gods know how long.

“Please,” Reva said, and this too was unusual—unusually gentle, unusually quiet. An idea had taken root in her mind and she wanted to, wanted to.

Mal eyed her for a moment longer, amber eyes narrowing minutely before he nodded.

(He would always put his trust in her, without fail.)

She took her hands in his then, warm and calloused and he relaxed immediately at the touch of her fingers.

Nia and Tyril had taught her, taught her how to reach for magic within and without, how to extend it and project it and hold it in her hands—this was surely not, couldn’t be too different from that.

Magic is will made real. Tyril’s words, echoing in her mind.

Will made real.

So she willed it.

She closed her eyes and reached, felt—saw, saw with her mind as clearly as she saw Mal himself, as she saw the water and the cave walls—the golden threads of energy around them, swirling and delicate. She willed them to curve into her, into her body and out through her hands.

She felt resistance, too—as though the magic did not want to extend out of her body and into Mal’s (and magic has a will of its own, she had learned, independent of hers and what she would wish it to do. Especially in a place like this).

He repelled it, his body repelled it, but she insisted, coaxed it—focused on the warmth of his hands as they grasped hers tightly. A different warmth, solid and soothing instead of wild and unpredictable.

Different, but not incompatible.

That was the thought she focused on.

Her eyes still closed, she knew it was working when she heard him gasp. She smiled, but did not dare look yet—focused on holding the magic together just a little longer, extending her will so it enveloped them both, together.

The sight of him when she opened her eyes almost took the breath out of her.

The soft glow from the water, which had avoided him until then in all but reflection, bathed him now—bronze skin gleaming and highlighted, features alight.

But even more than that, it was the look on his face that made her heart beat faster—almost boyish in its awe and wonder (and she thought she must have looked much the same the first time he showed her the sea in Port Parnassus), eyes wide and his mouth silently parted as he stared at her, tightening his grip on her hands.

Reva’s smile grew—a small amount of pride swelling in her at being able to show him something for the first time, as he had done so many times now—in the time they'd been traveling together he had never made her feel lesser for her lack of knowledge about the kingdoms, but there were few things he had not experienced.

“And now?” she prompted, quiet, almost too quiet but this seemed a precious moment and she wouldn't risk breaking it.

He was still looking at her, a smile spreading on his lips but instead of speaking he laughed, something like a sharp exhale, breathless and delighted—and not a second later he leaned forward, sure not to break the contact between them.

He let go of one of her hands, raised his own to cup her cheek, the back of her neck (and oh, the touch felt like sparks dancing on her skin, his fingers and the magic flowing back into her)—and then he was kissing her, and she knew nothing else: magic flowing freely now between them through every point where his skin touched hers, his lips softer than they’d ever been, his hand on her waist and hers in his hair; golden threads, silver bells, all of it enveloping them.

When they parted and she opened her eyes—when had she closed them?—the hum was dimming, the light around them back to what it had been when they first entered the cave, but the light spark of energy still lingered under her fingers where they rested on his cheek.

Mal’s eyes were still closed, and he let out a low, appreciative whistle. Reva laughed, still a little giddy.

“I had to pay you back for the sea somehow,” she said lightly, the tinge of laughter still in her voice, breathless as she was.

“Ah, that's what this was?” he replied, opening his eyes. There was a softness to them that wasn't new, had nothing to do with the air around them or the water or the flow of energy that passed between them. It was something entirely earthly, fully him, and it still made her breath catch and her heart beat faster whenever she saw it.

“Are you ever going to stop surprising me, kit?”

“Not if I can help it, no.”

#playchoices #blades of light and shadow #bladesaw #mal volari #qbwrites #qbwriteschoices #blades #alright i'm tired of looking at this up it goes

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