#and its just. pain that shoots everywhere from it. down my legs up my back into my damn arms ugh

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[linos-luna]

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Yandere!Han x Reader

Warnings: YANDERE, violence, toxic behavior, manipulation, spying, 18+

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You sit at your desk, staring down at the open notebook, your fingers tracing its edges, but your mind is somewhere else. The house is quiet, a little too quiet, and that familiar, uneasy feeling creeps over you again. Lately, it’s like someone’s been watching you, even when you’re sure you’re alone.

You try to shake it off, just like you’ve done every other time, telling yourself it’s nothing. But deep down, you know it’s not just paranoia. The little things have been adding up. Your stuff is always out of place, your jewelry box lid half open, a photo frame slightly crooked. And Han… well, you had mentioned it to him once, but he brushed it off.

"You're stressed, Y/N," he had said with that charming smile. "You need to relax."

That smile you love. Now it just feels off.

Your eyes drift to your bedside lamp. Something flashes, just for a second, but you see it. You sit up, heart skipping a beat as you reach for the lamp. Unscrewing the lampshade, you freeze when you see it. A tiny, blinking red light. A camera.

What the hell??

Your pulse quickens as you stare at the small device in your hand. Why is there a camera here? Who put it here?

But you already know. You just don’t want to believe it.

Your breath comes in short gasps as you tear through your room. Behind the framed pictures, inside the air vents, even inside your stuffed bear. More cameras. Everywhere.

You feel sick. How long has this been happening? How much has Han seen?

Without thinking, you grab your phone and dial Han. The anger in your voice barely masks the fear. “Han, we need to talk. Now.”

It doesn’t take him long to show up. His face is full of concern—or is it something darker? You can’t tell anymore.

“What’s going on?” he asks, stepping inside like nothing’s wrong. Like he hasn’t been invading every second of your life.

You hold up the camera, your hand trembling. “Why are there cameras in my room?”

For a split second, something flickers in his eyes. And then, just like that, his mask drops. The concern fades, and what’s left makes your stomach twist.

“I did it to protect you,” he says softly, stepping closer. “You don’t understand. I need to know you’re safe.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. You want to scream, to cry, but all that comes out is cold, hard disbelief. "This isn’t protection, Han. This is control."

His eyes darken, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You don’t get to walk away from me."

Your body tenses as he steps closer, too close. His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist before you can react. Pain surges through your arm as his grip tightens.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he growls, his breath hot against your face. “No one else will take care of you like I do. You don’t get to leave me.”

A wave of panic crashes over you, but underneath it, anger is building. You twist your wrist, trying to pull free, but his grip only tightens. The pressure makes your vision blur with tears.

“No, Han…” Your voice trembling with fury. “Y-you’re sick!”

Without thinking, you drive your knee up into his stomach, hard.

He lets out a grunt, doubling over just enough for you to yank your arm free. You stumble back, heart pounding, adrenaline flooding your system. But then Han straightens, his face twisting with rage.

Before you can react, his hand swings out, slapping you across the cheek. Pain stinging in your face, knocking you off balance. You crash into the dresser, books and other nicknacks scattering to the floor. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you whimpered a bit in pain.

He’s standing over you now, breathing heavily, his fists clenched, but then something shifts in his expression. His eyes soften, a flicker of regret passing over his face as he takes in your terrified look.

“Baby, I’m sorry!” Han pleads, his voice breaking. “Don’t cry, please! I-I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

The room spins as you force yourself up, your legs trembling beneath you. Your hand brushes against the dresser, and you grab the nearest thing, a heavy lamp. Without a second thought, you throw it at him.

It misses, crashing into the wall behind him, but Han still flinches, staggering back as he dodges. His eyes widen, and for a moment, you see hurt flicker there.

“Y/N? W-why are you trying to hurt me?” His voice trembles, and you pause, your heart pounding in your chest.

“You’re the one getting violent!” you shout, the words tearing from your throat.

For a split second, he looks like he’s about to cry, and something inside you twists painfully. He just stands there, staring at you with those sad, broken eyes, making your heart ache.

He’s manipulating you. You know it, you *know* it, but that pang of guilt creeps in anyway. You have to shake it off.

“Stop it, Han. It’s not working. Not this time.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, the softness drains from his face. The mask drops, revealing the cold, eerie calm underneath.

“Y/N…” he says, his voice unnervingly steady. “You know I love you. Everything I do is because I love you.” He takes a step closer, his eyes darkening. “And I’ll do anything for you.”

Han’s words hang in the air, thick and suffocating. His eerie calm sends a chill down your spine, but your legs won’t move. His eyes bore into yours, dark and unwavering, and you realize with a sickening jolt that there’s no reasoning with him. He’s beyond that now.

You back up slowly, your heart pounding in your chest. “Han… stay away from me.”

But he doesn’t listen. Instead, he takes another step toward you, his voice lowering into something soft, almost tender. “I’m the only one who can protect you, Y/N. Don’t you see? No one else will love you the way I do.”

You feel the wall press against your back, cold and unyielding. There’s nowhere else to go.

“Please, Han,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Don’t do this.”

For a moment, his face softens again, but you know it’s a lie, just like before. He closes the distance between you in two long strides, grabbing your arms and pinning you against the wall. His grip is bruising, his breath hot and uneven as he leans in, his eyes glinting with something dangerous.

“Why can’t you just be mine?” he whispers harshly, his fingers digging into your skin. “Why do you have to make this so hard?”

Panic surges through you, but your body feels frozen. You struggle against his hold, but he’s too strong. His hands move to your throat, not tightening, but just enough to make you realize how helpless you are in that moment.

Your vision blurs with tears as you gasp for air, your body trembling under his hold. This is it, you think. It’s the end. You close your eyes in defeat, bracing for the inevitable as his hands apply light pressure to your throat.

But then, just as quickly as it started, the pressure eases. You blink in confusion, feeling his grip loosen. When you open your eyes, Han’s expression has changed… his face etched with guilt, sadness pooling in his eyes.

“Baby…” he whispers softly, his hands still hovering at your throat, but no longer squeezing.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch him look down at his own hands, as if seeing them for the first time. Tears start to roll down his cheeks, silent and slow, before he suddenly pulls you into a tight embrace.

“I-I’m sorry…” he sobs, his voice breaking.

His arms wrap around you, almost crushing you against him, and the sudden shift feels jarring. You can hear him weeping, his breath catching between sobs. The warmth of his body, the way he clings to you, it's so different from the rage that had consumed him moments ago.

You stand frozen, your body still shaking, unsure of what to do. Was this another trick? Another way to manipulate you, to pull you back into his control? Or… was he actually genuine this time?

It was hard to tell, and that terrified you the most...

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pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.1k

tags: smut, established relationship, non-idol!au

taking in the sight of wooyoung - soaked from head to toe, thin white shirt clinging to his chest and the metal bar piercing his nipple protruding from the wet material - you simply couldn't wait until you got home.

warnings: dom!woo, sub!reader, semi-public sex (they're in a public bathroom), slight exhibitionism, wooyoung has a nipple piercing, unprotected sex (👎), wall sex (wy is strong.... and has pretty veins.... ehem), pussy slapping, (very gentle) face slapping, squirting, rough oral sex (m receiving), spit kink, face-fucking, deepthroating, fingering (m receiving), cum-eating/swallowing, dirty talk, praise, nicknames (youngie, baby, pretty girl, good girl, darling, angel)

A/N: somebody restrain me. please.

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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“Oh baby, you’re drooling everywhere. Am I fucking you that good?”

Wooyoung had you pressed against the wall in the cramped public bathroom, palms splayed out over your ass, veins protruding as he held you up and rammed his cock into your sopping heat.

“So-so good! Hnnngh-” You arched your back, pushing your chest into his. One of your hands slid down the soaked material of his shirt to circle two fingers over his nipple, tugging at the metal bar decorating it and feeling a fresh wave of arousal rush to your core at the groan it elicited from Wooyoung.

One look at Wooyoung while you were in the crowd, drenched from head to toe with the water the artists performing had sprayed you with, and your eyes couldn’t help but fixate on the metal adorning his perky nipple, prominent through the thin material of his white shirt. As soon as the last artist left the stage, you found yourself dragging Wooyoung to the nearest public bathroom, too impatient to walk to the car. Wooyoung, it turned out, was just as desperate, not wasting time before pushing you up against the wall, tugging your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket before sliding his cock inside you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively when one of his hands left its spot on your ass, cupping your jaw and sliding his thumb over your bottom lip, freeing it from the painful grip your teeth had on it. “Why’s my pretty girl being so quiet? Let me hear your voice.” He accentuated his words with a firm thrust, his cockhead pressing harshly against your g-spot, groaning when your walls clenched around him.

Your bottom lip found itself at the mercy of your teeth once again, Wooyoung’s hips snapping against your own forcefully, pushing you up against the wall with every thrust. You didn’t notice Wooyoung’s hand leaving your face and sliding between your bodies, neither did you expect three of his fingers landing sharply onto your clit, your body convulsing at the sudden pain.

“What did I say?” He leaned forward and bit down on your jaw, his hips unrelenting as he drove his cock into you, fucking the tip directly into your favourite spot and smiling lopsidedly at the uncontrolled shaking of your thighs around him. “Didn’t I tell you not to hold back your pretty voice?”

With your head lolling back as pleasure shot up your spine and your eyes fluttering shut, you missed how Wooyoung’s hand quickly moved to cup the back of your head, stopping it from hitting the wall behind you. Just as quick as he had done that, his fingers were back on your clit, your eyes shooting open when he dropped another painful slap onto the swollen nub. You gushed around him, releasing your bottom lip and emitting a desperate whine, hips rolling to meet Wooyoung’s cock halfway.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, breathing out a series of grunts and moans before speaking. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me now? Let everyone hear how good I’m fucking you?”

“Uh-huhh, want everyone to know h-how good Youngie f-feels-”

Wooyoung’s chest swelled with pride – you were so pliant and desperate, feet digging into his lower back and pushing him deeper inside your clenching pussy, eyes rolling to the back of your head while he ground his hips into you. He stuck his tongue out and licked up the drool leaking out the side of your mouth, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down. “That’s right, let them all hear how pretty you sound when you’re creaming all over Youngie’s cock.”

“Gonna- I-I’m gonna cum- please, please, please! Please don’t stop- Nghhh!” You chanted, high-pitched and desperate as he fucked you stupid, your pussy squelching every time he pumped his cock into your cunt.

“Yeah? Is my good girl gonna cum for Youngie?”

Your orgasm punched through you, sending hot flashes of ecstasy rushing through your whole body. Your thighs shook violently around Wooyoung’s waist as he fucked you through your high, his fingers working your clit and elongating the abuse to your nerves. The pressure in your abdomen released, a stream of hot, translucent liquid flowing out of you in streams, cascading down Wooyoung’s length and wetting his legs. He swallowed your cries of pleasure, his tongue licking over your teeth and pushing against the roof of your mouth. Slowing his hips down to a slow grind, Wooyoung eased his throbbing length out of your fluttering hole when you weakly pushed against his shoulder, the overstimulation becoming too much.

“Holy fuck,” Wooyoung panted, tilting his head to look between your bodies at the liquid streaming down his legs. “You’re fucking perfect.”

He crouched with you in his arms and set your limp body down on the cold tile, watching you adjust yourself until you were on your knees. He cupped your face and kissed over the damp skin, licking up and sweat and drool and leaving line of his spit to reflect the white light shining over you. He waited for you to catch your breath, sucking the delicate skin of your neck into his mouth and admiring as a trail of blossoming bruises decorated it. He stood back up, holding your jaw in both hands and angling your head upwards to look into your eyes.

You couldn’t help but glance at his cock, the tip red and angry as it stood drenched in your arousal. Your mouth salivated at the sight and you reluctantly moved your eyes back to Wooyoung’s, being met with a knowing look and a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

“Feeling okay?” He stroked your jaw and you nodded, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. “Can you help Youngie out for a little longer?”

You nodded again, more frantically this time, allowing Wooyoung to guide your mouth to his weeping cockhead with one hand, the other holding himself at the base. He watched you place a few kitten licks over his head, lapping up the precum beading at the tip before he grew impatient with the desperate need to cum. He moved the hand holding his dick, landing a few firm slaps onto your cheek, hard enough to catch your attention. “Are you gonna stop teasing? Or should I fuck your mouth until you’re choking on my cum?"

He huffed out a laugh when your eyes widened, nodding your head instantly and parting your lips without him prompting you to. Wooyoung’s thumb slid into your mouth and hooked into the corner, prying your lips open even wider. He leaned down, looking into your pleading eyes for a moment before pursing his lips and shooting a hot wad of spit onto your tongue, watching your throat bob as you swallowed it down without hesitation. Wooyoung’s cock twitched at the sinful moan that escaped your lips and echoed in the cramped bathroom, quickly straightening up and pushing himself into your mouth.

He slid his length along your flattened tongue, all the way down until his cockhead teased your uvula, reveling in the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you resisted the urge to gag.

“Fuuuuck- oh darling, you look even more beautiful with your mouth around my cock.” Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds as he held back from coming down your throat, the hand cradling your jaw sliding back to fist into the damp hair at your nape. He ran his thumb over the corner of your stretched lips, thrusting shallowly into your mouth and watching tears well up in your eyes. “Baby- ah, breathe through your nose for me,” he instructed, barely coherent as pleasure shot up his abdomen.

You did as he said, feeling so full of cock, the bitterness of his precum paired with the sweetness of your arousal overwhelming your taste buds. Once Wooyoung knew you could breathe, he began pistoning his hips into your mouth, moaning a series of curses when you gagged around him, his cock pushing into the back of your throat.

“Can you taste yourself on me, angel?” Wooyoung breathed out, leaning his forehead against the wall and looking down at you, taking in the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouth and reemerging drenched in your spit. He heard you gargle a response, chuckling lowly as he drove his hips into your mouth once more before pulling out, grabbing your jaw roughly and snapping your head upwards, waiting for you to stop coughing before speaking. “Tell me how I taste, darling.”

“S-so good, Youngie,” you panted, voice hoarse and throat scratchy. “More- I want more, please-”

Wooyoung cursed under his breath, taking one more look at your face – eyes red and cheeks stained with tears, mouth swollen and spit dripping from your chin – before sheathing his cock inside your mouth once again, a throaty moan ripping out of him.

You moved your hand between your legs, swiping two fingers through your dripping folds to saturate them with your arousal, then brought them back up to circle around Wooyoung’s rim. You felt him stiffen up momentarily before leaning into your touch, making you dig your digits harder into his puckered hole as it clenched around nothing.

Wooyoung’s moans turned high-pitched and airy, his hips stuttering when you sunk your middle finger into his tight heat. You gave him a few shallow thrusts before slipping in your ring finger and curling them against his walls. Wooyoung’s thrusts lost their steady rhythm, his fingers tugging harshly at your drenched hair as your fingers found his prostate.

“Fuck! R-right there-” He panted, running his cockhead over the roof of your mouth before sinking it back into your throat. “So perfect- s-so perfect for me, my precious baby. Sh-shit!”

You moaned at the praise he was so generously giving you, your free hand grabbing a handful of his ass and spreading him open so you could pound him even harder, watching as Wooyoung fell apart every time you rammed your fingers into his swollen gland.

“Oh, fuck, shit- I’m so fucking close,” he moaned breathlessly, gagging you on his dick with every forceful thrust into your mouth. “Hnngh- T-take my cum, darling-”

His hips bucked into you once, twice, and he was emptying his load into your mouth, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat. It was so much, and you struggled to breathe around the sheer about amount of cum he was shooting into your mouth, but Wooyoung was shuddering violently with the force of his orgasm, tugging at your hair to slide you over his length, milking himself of every last drop. Your fingers fucked him through it, shoved so deep inside Wooyoung to grind against his prostate, pulling moan after moan from his lips.

His muscles spasmed with overstimulation and he grabbed your wrist to still your movements, your fingers slipping out of him and giving his rim a few firm taps as it clenched and unclenched uselessly.

Wooyoung pulled you to your feet, wrapping you up in his arms and burying his face into your neck, peppering kisses over the heated skin. “I love you so much,” he nipped at your jaw. “My pretty angel,” his fingers gently massaged your scalp, contrasting the way he was mercilessly tugging at your hair earlier. “So perfect for me.”

Wooyoung moved his head closer to yours, his hot breath warming your flushed skin, and his eyes traveled down to your lips – wet and bitten, much like his own. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, leaning in and pressing his mouth to the top one, sucking it into his mouth. His other hand circled around you and pulled you closer with his palm on your ass until your hips were flush, swallowing the breathy moan you emitted into his mouth.

The sudden banging at the door startled the both of you, pulling away abruptly as an enraged, unfamiliar voice sounded on the other side of the door.

“Fucking hurry up! You’ve got a line of people about to piss their pants out here!”

“Get a room!” an equally displeased voice added

You stifled a laugh, watching as Wooyoung bit down on his bottom lip in a attempt to do the same. He leaned in, unbothered by the infuriated screaming outside, whispering in your ear. “Can I make you squirt again in the car?”

You grinned, holding his face in both hands and pressing a firm kiss to his lips, pulling away and looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“You read my mind.”

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These Hugs of Yours

A/n: this is the third F1 Post, after a received over 500+ notifications in under 24h after posting my initial first two F1 posts, I'm not used to this attention, but I am so appreciative of it, so thank you to all you lovely human beans who have been leaving notes and re-blogging.

Synopsis: Reader has endo, and its that time of the month, to make matters worse, you must educate your boyfriends on how to help

Pairing: Pierre Gasly X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Details of pain, mention of severe period symptoms, Vomiting, slightly clueless Pierre, Endometriosis , Swearing, french terms of endearment (google sourced)

Word count: 1.3K

There was nothing else but the overpowering pain that shot through you,

Everywhere, it was everything you could feel, stemming from the source; Your uterus. Which seemed insistent and rather quite content on ending you both.

The cramps were pulsating and had you curled into a ball on the top of your bed, with the lights switched off to try and salvage yourself as the headache split through you.

The painkillers you took about half an hour ago had little effect, as they usually did. As useful as a chocolate fucking fire guard.

You could faintly hear the noise of keys outside your apartment door, and the shuffle of shoes being toed off at the entrance way.

"ma chère"

You couldn't bring yourself to utter a response, instead rolling slightly, you stuff your face further into the comfort of the plush pillow, muffling out your whole expression.

You could hear Pierre as he moved about no doubt, trying to seek you out in your usual spots, you had only been with him for a few months, but ever time you were visited by you period, he had been away from home. Leaving you to deal with the devil herself.

As the haze of your pain cleared for a second, you could just make out the noise of his footsteps getting closer, the door swung.

"ma chère?" Pierre asked, concern lacing the term of endearment he insisted on calling you.

The lights were flicked on, and even Pierre couldn't miss the distinct whimper of pain that mewled from you, the sound muffled into the surface of the pillow.

"Y/n" his tone was more serious, he padded towards your side of the bed, kneeling onto the mattress so he hovered above you.

You lay slightly angled away, Breathing labour to try and ease through the pain as it began to wreak havoc through your body once more, the stabbing running up your spine now,

Pierre gently reached over to brush the hair away so he could see your face,

"Baby, whats wrong?" he switched to English, doubting you would comprehend French when in this much pain, the grimace on your face made the Frenchman panic slightly yet he didn't move, only brushing the side of your face, tracing a thumb down your cheek bone.

As the pain traveled- a current of chaos, the pulse of pain in your back always made you nauseous and when you felt the burning at the back of your throat you sprung up, Pierre light quick reaction time allowing him to manoeuvrer out your way as you shot off the bed and towards the bathroom joined to your room.

Throwing yourself onto the tiled floor, you felt the jolt of pain shoot up your knees as they collided harshly with the floor, you stuck your head in the toilet bowl as the contents of your stomach came up.

Over the noise of your own retching you could hear your boyfriend's panicked voice as he rambled small amount of french mutterings under his breath as he moved to you.

Finally aware of his approach you tried to kick out at the door to shut it on him,

"No, Y/n," he stopped the door and moved to be beside you on the floor,

Pierre began to rub soothing circles onto the middle of your back, the repetitive motion gave you something to focus on,

"I don't want you to see me like this" heat bloomed in your cheeks,

Pierre shifted so he sat with you body between his legs, having him close eased your nerves slightly,

"I'm not going anywhere"

but the pain waved back again, you had a second to cry slightly before you were throwing up once more, his hand never once leaving the spot at your back,

Once you finally finished, stopping your hand from shaking when you placed them against his thighs, which hugged you closer.

Pierre gently pulled you back until you where pressed to his chest, the pain had exhausted the energy in you, so when your own head fell back to rest on his shoulder you let a sigh escape your lips,

"chère?"

Shaking your head, "It isn't usually this bad"

Pierre shifted at the slight detected of the quiver in your voice, sounding a second from breaking, when you tilted you head to peer at him from the corner of your eyes you found him in thought as he watched you,

"Its my period, Pierre"

His puzzlement dissipated and he rocked you both slightly, waiting on the floor with you still hugged to his chest.

There was silence until he finally whispered,

"What... what am I supposed to do?"

Sitting up away from him, you turned to meet his gaze, you faintly caught the movement of his hand as it drifted towards you stomach, Placing it there, the warmth of his hand under your shirt, well his shirt, was like bliss, he began to gently message the skin over your womb,

"You don't have to do anything, Pierre"

He shot you an offended expression,

"Its my job to take care of you, so what can I do?"

You had to squeeze your eyes shut, as another wave of pain began to rise slowly inside you,

"I could get you pregnant." Your eyes snapped open at his suggestion, his statement was so forward that you ignored your pain altogether for a moment.

"That way you might get nine months of relief" his reasoning made you giggle, this god send of a man, who had completely flipped your life upside down, who you one day say yourself potentially starting a family with, had suggested pregnancy as a way to avoid your period. As though it hadn't its own flurry of symptoms and pains, though you suspected he wasn't the first man on earth to make the suggestion, or the last.

"I think some of your hugs might suffice for now"

Pierre nodded, his cheeks a deep red.

"I'll emm.. I'll let you clean up, " he pushed up from the floor, "Are you okay to stand?"

Gratefully taking the hand he extended to you, you rose up off the floor trying to hide the wince when the pain bolted from you once more, easing your weight onto the side of the sink, you nodded for him to leave, he shuffled out leaving you.

Brushing your teeth and rinsing out your mouth and splashing your face quickly, you made way back into your room,

You could hear Pierre on the phone to someone in the hall, following the sound of his voice, the living area of your apartment was open and warm, the light glow of a candle lighting up the corner from where Pierre had lite it.

Seeing you wander in, he ended the call,

"Who was that?"

"Just work, they wanted me to come in an look over data"

Stopping dead in your tracks, you shot a deadpanned expression at him, "Pierre.."

"No, I have far more important things right here" he extended both arms, gesturing you towards him. Normally you would have protested but as the pain began to swell once more, you made for the couch,

His whole body had engulfed yours, just as you liked, his chin nuzzled against the crown of your head. Everything about this felt right, despite the pain; you could feel the exhaustion taking over, eyelids growing heaving.

"You never said no" Pierre mumbled into your hair, where he left a round of soft kisses, moving to press his lips to your temple, they were warm and gave you something to focus on besides the pain.

"Hmm?"

"About a baby."

"Make me a Gasly first, then we can have that discussion."

There had been a time in your life, where you would never dream of marrying a man had had only been in your life for a few months, but Pierre seemed to make the exception.

Your Boyfriends only answer was to tug you closer into him, and kiss your temple, settling to simple enjoy the feel of your body pressed to his.

He fully intended to take you up on that one day.

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Zosan Brainrot. haha ahaha.

tysm to @11yogurts for finally motivating me to share my debilitating zosan hyperfixation online ily

My ABSOLUTE FAVORITE Sanji hc is that post-timeskip he has WAYY too many things that hes picked up from momoiro and the crew is absolutely fine w/it, but it drives Zoro BONKERSSSS because he has a big fat gay crush on Sanji.

Example 1 : Heels

Got this idea from a a fic i read about 2 years ago, can't remember the name for the LIFE OF ME or what it was about, but not it has me imagining a post-ts Sanji coming back from momoiro wearing oxfords with a 4-INCH HEEL, both for style and combat reasons. Zoro just assumes Sanji's grown taller (which he is kinda pissed about) and goes on about his life. I imagine the realization goes somewhat like this:

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Zoro would pause to say something about how this is the second time this week they've gotten ambushed on the Sunny, but he's too busy slicing the barrel off another marine's shotgun. He renders another officer unconscious with the butt of his sword, then sheaths it after looking around to make sure no stragglers try to sneak up on him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Sanji finishing off the group attacking him in a whirlwind of fire and shouted expletives - and then he sees it.

When Sanji arcs back into a handstand, the ankles of his tailored slacks ride up to his calves and What is the fuck is on his feet.

The shoes look like regular oxfords, laced black leather with a brown bottom - and a large, square heel at the back. Oh, they're heels, Zoro belatedly realizes.

Zoro stares, his face flushed and mouth probably wide open, as he watches the cook's blocky loafers take out a man's nose. Zoro should absolutely not find that as attractive as it is.

Sanji pivots on one of his hands, bringing both his legs in towards his torso before shooting up and over the gaggle of marines still chasing after him. He twists through the air, and Zoro can see the cook's muscled thighs contracting through his dress pants as he brings those fucking shoes down on another officer's head. The heels get spattered with blood as he delivers a sweeping kick to the rest of the men still standing, sending them sprawling across the deck.

Zoro is still frozen as the cook rights himself and dusts off his suit, patting down his pockets for a cigarette and lighter. The clacking of his heels against Sunny's deck as he heads to the galley match the rapid pounding of blood in Zoro's ears, and Sanji finally, finally catches his gaze from where he's heading to the galley.

He looks- breathtaking, evidence of the fight everywhere on him. Hair mussed, shirt missing two buttons, his exposed chest covered in a light sheen of sweat as he turns to face Zoro. his visible eye narrows and his mouth curls up into a smirk, taking in the dusting of red on Zoro's cheeks.

Before Zoro can say anything, Sanji's gaze shifts behind him and widens, and Zoro suddenly feels a sharp pain on the back of his head.

"OH, YOU FUCKER!" and Sanji's heels (the cook wears heels Zoro's going to fucking die) pattering over are the last things he hears before he blacks out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ahaha zoro being stupid and not paying attention to his surroundings because he's so distracted by Sanji in battle is CANON BECAUSE I SAY SO. i love them so much aksdjgfhadjkslhflkjsad

sorry for any spelling mistakes in this little ficlet but OHMYGOD i needed to get this out into the world and its currently 3am and i wrote this in like an hour. also First ever post???? yay me!!!!!! . also should i make more of these?? cause i definitely have more ideas. lmk (≧◡≦)

[pygmi-cygni]

begging w anything fluffy with club!blue jones ;( i just read "alright, fine" and im frothing at the mouth for ANYTHING with him 😭🙏

i NEVER get requests for blue so ty!!! i love this little rat man

cw: blue fluff (def: sadistic crazy murder man but he's pretty and puts bows in your hair), x reader, talk of body image and size bUT ITS OKAY BLUE HELPS, mentions of sexy times

summary: trying on the costumes/makeup for a new show, and blue likes to watch. this is unnecessarily long because I couldn't figure out what to keep and what to cut. good luck lol.

I have another fic called "Skincare" that could be a sequel to this fic but not necessarily

Fittings were probably the most chaotic time at Lennox. Madame Gorski demanded attention and order, but the last-minute changes requested by Blue and the designers threw that in the mud. Sequins, silk, eyeliner and rouge were everywhere. Sometimes it felt like the seamstresses wanted to strangle the girls with their measuring tapes.

You didn't blame them, rolling your eyes as another girl complained about the color. The dancer next to you, Ginger, snorted, laughing quietly. Nobody ever liked the costumes. But everybody always had something to say about it.

The doors slammed open, and you all snapped to attention. One of the bigger bodyguards strolled past, his ring of keys jingling sharply in the sudden silence. You swallowed and kept your eyes forward.

Blue's quick pace echoed as it grew closer, stopping occasionally as he perused the lineup. Ginger muttered a prayer behind you, eyes squeezed tight. Sometimes Blue's moods got in the way of his conversations, you remembered with a shudder.

The smell of his cologne tickled your nose and you restrained yourself from turning away.

"Well, you're a pretty one, aren't you?" His soft hand gripped your chin a little too tight as he turned your face to the side, inspecting your makeup.

"If all my girls did their eyeliner that well, we might have a goddamn show," he chuckled. His hand dropped, and you sighed in relief.

A second too fast, it seemed.

He tugged you forward, hand locked around your waist. Yelping in surprise, you stumbled after him as he pulled you along, silk jacket cool against your side.

"Girls," he bellowed, coming to a sudden halt. You burned red, ducking to examine your socked feet. You'd left your shoes in the other room.

"Look at this lovely lady, and- chin up, come on, don't be shy," he cooed, nudging your face up. Your gaze met a dozen others, all simmering with jealousy and disinterest. Internally, you screamed in embarrassment, wanting everything to disappear.

Blue grinned proudly, pushing you forward.

"That's what I call a stage face," he said smugly, "if I see any more crayon eyeliner and sunburnt blush, you'll be out on your ass by the end of the night. Comprende?"

You stood before the prying eyes of Blue and Gorski, shivering in the chilly dressing room. The cold metal nib of the measuring tape slid over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The seamstress measuring you was new, and you didn't like her. She poked too hard, spoke like a sneering grandmother, and looked at the girls like scum. But you held your tongue and did what she asked.

Her hands pinched your thigh and you jumped, surprised at the sharp twinge. A red mark bloomed on your leg.

"Hey," Blue snapped, stepping forwards. "What the fuck? These girls go on tonight, I don't wanna mark on 'em."

The seamstress sniffed, shooting you a cold glance and snapping her workbook closed. You swallowed, masking the pain with another small smile. Madame Gorski inhaled sharply, impatient. Time was ticking, and so far the seamstress hadn't even sampled a fabric. Your thighs shook in anticipation.

She yanked you down from the chair and pushed you into a chair. Blue gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring. You crossed your fingers behind your back, praying he didn't lose his cool.

That was the last thing any of you needed.

"She's unlike the others," the woman drawled, unable to mask her strong distaste. You fidgeted, embarrassed.

"Is it your job to yap or to fit her costume?" Blue snapped.

"All to say, she doesn't blend in well. Is she perhaps on the back line, or-"

You inhaled sharply as a loud smack echoed behind you. Several women shouted and Gorski swore in rapid Russian. The seamstress' icy grip released you, and you shuddered forward, covering yourself as best you could. Blue continued to shout obscenities as a woman tugged you away, consoling you gently.

Hours later, you sat in a little corner of the dressing room, painstakingly gluing rhinestones to your eyelids. You'd decided to hole away for a while, needing some quiet. The woman's bruises ached on your shoulders, but you'd done your best to hide them.

"Shit," you mumbled as another gem fell into your lap.

"Watch your mouth," came a drawling reply.

You shrieked, heart leaping into your throat. Blue's raspy laugh send chills down your spine, and you shot him a bewildered look.

Stubbing his cigar on the mirror frame, he tossed you a mocking pout.

"Aw, did the little kitty get scared?" he laughed again, pinching your cheek.

You huffed and snatched another gem, applying the glue a little more aggressively than needed. His hand didn't leave you, toying with your straps or twirling the ribbons in your curls.

"Hey, don't mess those up!"

Your hand flew to your mouth and you stuttered an apology at your outburst. Blue paused, eyebrow raised in a challenge. Your gazes locked for a terrifying second until a slow smirk spread across his lips.

"What's it gonna do? They're crooked anyway," he snorted, tugging the bow loose. You shuddered as the ends of your hair tickled your shoulders, sticky with hairspray.

"I'll be late if I fix that," you muttered, anxiety pooling in your chest. Blue's eyebrow climbed higher as he ducked way closer than was necessary.

"Hm? Can't hear you, pet, need to speak up," he whispered, breath warming your ear.

"I-I won't have enough time to fix my hair," you stammered, gripping the applicator for dear life, "not if I want to get onstage."

He tsked, leaning back.

You swallowed, shakily reaching for another rhinestone. Maybe if you hurried, you could make it. The next few gems went on easily. Tense silence grew as Blue scrutinized you, hands stroking the ends of your hair absently.

"Oh, stop it," he snapped eventually. You dropped the stylus and froze, eyes wider than saucers. "I'll fix the fucking ribbon, but you're going too fast and you look a mess. Turn around," he groused, shedding his silk coat. You tried not to stare at his thin undershirt, scooting closer.

His hands were a bit rough, but they efficiently separated your hair down the middle.

"Chin up, or your part's going to be crooked."

You sniffled and tilted your chin up, wincing as he tugged a little too hard. His gaze was sharp and calculated on your face. The shine of your tears threatened to spill over, and you silently prayed that your waterproof mascara held up.

His braid was tight but even, surprisingly, and he tied a bow with ease. Blinking rapidly, you thumbed tears from your eyes and made to stand up.

"Ah," he held up a hand and pushed you back down, reaching for the other side.

"Not letting you go out lopsided," he murmured, kissing your cheek. You sat closer, remembering to keep your chin up as he raked his fingers through your hair.

The anxiety strangling your ribs loosened incrementally. Blue's cologne smelled nice, if a little too strong, and you'd subconsciously leaned closer to his chest. He didn't comment, occasionally tugging your head up so that you didn't smudge your makeup. The murmur of music outside and chattering voices of passing dancers soothed you, in a familiar sort of way.

Tentatively, you nudged against his waist, breathing a deep whiff of his cologne. He patted your cheek and kept working, whistling quietly.

Blue's pinky ring caught on your hair, and you yelped, scalp smarting. He hissed a curse and rubbed the spot with his thumb.

"Sorry, sorry, hey, don't do that," he chided, wiping your tears with the corner of his sleeve, "I don't have time to fix your eyeliner."

Sniffling, you tilted your head back so he could finish styling. Your eyelids fluttered closed, grateful for the reprieve. Your fingers ached from crimping and curling your hair all evening, not to mention doing the other girls' hair and their mascara...

It had been a few minutes of quiet, your hair finished. Blue let you lean on him for a moment, taking the opportunity to inspect your clothes. You held your arms above your head, letting him run his hands over your buttons and check for any caught zippers.

"If it's any consolation," he said crisply, "we've decided to terminate that woman's contract."

You smiled, then sighed, grumpily remembering her tactless words. Blue rubbed your shoulders, making sure to avoid the sore spots. The ache slowly faded from your bones as he stroked.

"You fit in just fine among the others," he murmured, kohl-lined eyes glittering in the low light, "your face catches a pretty penny, you know. And I wouldn't miss seeing your pretty ass onstage for the world." The last bit had a razor edge to it, and you turned your wide eyes upward. Blue smirked, winking, before drawing you up to your feet.

"How's this fit?" He asked, tugging your skirt. You nodded, swishing back and forth.

"Good? Not too tight? There we go, look at that smile," he grinned, watching you twirl.

He turned you back and forth, adjusting the corset straps and picking off a piece of lint. You sat patiently, stage smile firmly in place.

Inspection finished, he stepped back and met your gaze in the mirror. His face was warm and open, brow relaxed. He looked...nice.

"Run quick, don't want you to be late," he whispered, pushing you lightly to the door. He pressed a quick kiss to your hair and winked.

"Break some hearts, doll."

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[caubool]

Transformers One fic WIP:

Isn't it crazy how much work Sentinel's "The Truth is What I Make It" spiel would actually take to follow through on and how much stuff "he" did that would require many many many more bots to carry out? Isn't it wild that Orion was searching for answers Everywhere in that archive and never found a stray hair out of place in the story Sentinel spun?

I’ve started writing out my own answer to the questions I kept coming up with while thinking way too hard about this movie! The first bit below:

In his spark, Optimus Prime is a mech of action. But never without strategy. Contrary to popular belief, he did look before he leapt. He just tended to assume he would land flawlessly on the other side. He wasn't called Optimus because of his dedication to realism, after all. And if all else fails, he knew he was fraggin’ lucky.

In the wake of Sentinel’s execution, Iacon stands on shaking, new-build legs. In just 50 cycles Cybertron lost a war, lost all of its Primes, nearly starved, and went into hiding at the call of a charismatic mech who pulled cogs from freshly sparked chambers. In less than that, Optimus himself onlined. Now, he stands as the sole Prime of Cybertron. Primus’s chosen. He and Iacon reel in tandem. So much in so little time. His servos still buzz with the vibrations of splitting D- Megatron’s canon. As if it'd been mere kliks ago and not a several phases.

Elita helps in the aftermath. B, too, but the little bot seems more preoccupied with exploring these days. Optimus can’t blame him. Though he privately wishes he could get out of all these blasted meetings and go exploring with the minibot rather than just hearing about his adventures after the fact.

In his office, Elita pushes another neat tray of holowork into his servos and levels him with a look. Her optics narrowed and lip plates pressing together so tightly there’s the faintest scrape of metal.

Optimus lets her stare for a few nanokliks before restarting his voice box. “Can I help you, Elita?”

The scraping sound twists up sharply as her look intensifies. "You're no help to anyone right now, Optimus."

He blinks. The words take longer than he'd like to admit to fully process. When they do, he jumps to his pedes. "What do you mean? Have I missed something? Has there been a Quintesson attack?"

"Sit back down, Prime." She ex-vents sharply and walks around to the other side of his desk.

He slumps into his seat and turns tired optics out onto Iacon, vast and crumpled before him. He had tried so hard to deny this office. With its gold trimmed windows and grand desk and personal energon fountain. It was all too much. But he was the Prime and this was a Prime's seat, it's tradition it's- he shutters his optics and terminates that line of thought. "Elita, please tell me what I've done wrong."

Leaning against his desk she watches him out of the corner of her optics. "What do you see there?" She gestures to the windows.

"I see Iacon, in pain. Bots, still unsure of where they fit now. I see a Cybertron uncertain of itself." He says.

"Do you know what I see?" She asks and Optimus doesn't so she continues, "I see a very tired bot working himself to the wire." He startles, but she isn't done yet. "I see a mech spreading himself so thin that he can't actually step up where he's needed."

Optimus has to work hard to get his jaw struts to function correctly. "I- Elita, I can't turn away from Cybertron, even for a nanoklik. They need a leader and that's- Primus chose me to do this. I can't undermine Primus's will."

"You can't jump in front of every canon blast aimed at Cybertron. And frankly, I don't want you to. Primus knows doing it that first time has only made your recklessness worse." Elita says.

"It is not reckless to try to build a better future for all bots." He shoots back.

She rolls her optics and sends him another look. "No, but it is reckless to avoid self-maintenance in the name of being a good leader. You can't be the mech Cybertron needs if your processor is half fried."

He ex-vents and he knows she's right. She often is. "Still, what do you suggest I do? Everywhere I turn there are more bots who need me."

"Find someplace quiet, keep all the lights off, and take a fragging break." Elita knocks her pauldron against his as she says it.

Optimus can feel a smile coming on and he doesn't fight it. "Is that advice, Commander?"

Elita smirks back at him. "That's an order."

--

For as often as he visited the Hall of Records—or, more accurately, was chased out of the Hall of Records—Optimus Prime had never seen another bot actually wandering the stacks. Security bots, sure, but they only showed up if they got tipped off by a roaming drone.

It feels odd to walk through the front doors of the Archive, nobody on his heels. Walking among the shelves of holovids that used to dwarf him and now seeing all the dust caked on their tops. It feels forbidden.

When he had dismissed the security at the entrance he had asked them to leave the lights off. Something he appreciates, even as it adds to the uncanny feeling building in his core. He knows the paths in the dark, the way his headlights snake around corners and up walls. Keeping one thing the same, just one…it's helping.

He starts where he left off last time. The projector screen was still set up with the history of Cybertron queued up. He spins the cartridge tray idly as the holovid starts. It breezes through the history every bot knew forwards, backwards, and inside out. He can feel his actuators depressurizing as the narration continues. He can almost pretend he's still Orion Pax, trying to solve an epic mystery and prove himself as more than just some cogless miner.

"-The Matrix of Leadership. Lost, with the Primes, to the surface." This is where he'd gotten found out last time. Optimus watches as the Matrix fades out into the globe and shakes his head, almost fond. He's already reaching for a new holovid when the narration continues. His optics narrow, hadn't he gotten to the end already? "Cybertron's only hope rests with our final, tireless leader: Sentinel Prime. But he cannot protect us alone. That's why Sentinel needs every bot in Cybertron to do their part and pull their weight. Cybertron needs you, your Prime needs you." The holovid projects Sentinel smiling, waving to an unseen audience, with the light glinting off of his helm.

He looks regal.

Optimus feels his fuel lines twist.

As the holovid finishes, it flashes a few final lines of text. "The Modern History of Cybertron - by ID-A. Sponsored by the Cybertronian Well-Being Initiative."

"What?" the word flies out of him as he reads, then re-reads the text. The Cybertronian Well-Being Initiative? Out of all the branches of government he'd had to get acquainted with recently, he hadn't ever heard of something like that. Optimus ran an internal search of his memory just to be sure but, no, this was the first time he'd seen the name.

Frowning, he swaps out holovids and let the next one play. The screen glows with colour as each of the Primes getts introduced. It's a basic history of the rulers of Cybertron and is similarly scant on details. The holovid once again ends with a shot of Sentinel and a call to work hard for the mech. The credits read: "Who Are the Primes of Cybertron? A Summary - by Thundercracker. Edited for clarity of purpose by ID-A and sponsored by the Cybertronian Well-Being Initiative."

Optimus slides in another vid. "The Quintesson War - by Gearstrike. Edited for clarity of purpose by WR-N and sponsored by the Cybertronian Well-Being Initiative." Then another one. "Energon: Its Sources, Uses, and Necessity to the Cybertronian Ecosystem - by Quarkkey. Edited for clarity of purpose by ID-A and sponsored by the Cybertronian Well-Being Initiative." And another one. "Iacon's Sub-Levels and You: A Guide - by WR-N. Sponsored by the Cybertronian Well-Being initiative."

Optimus spends the rest of the chord looking through any and every holovid he can get his servos on in that archive. By the time Cybertron starts its hum again—the signal for recharge to end and for first shift to begin—he's an island among the piles of holovid cartidges. Each of them branded by the Cybertronian Well-Being Initiative. And none of them ever explaining just what that initiative is.

This bothers him, more than Optimus thinks was strictly logical. It's more than likely that it's just an educational branch that created basic informational holovids. Yet, just reading those four words fill him with a dread that has become all too familiar. On the edge of a cliff, searching brassy, yellow optics, and knowing that no matter how much he hoped for the best, the worst is already staring him in the face.

[urkitty-girl]

ok y’all this is horny girl hours and i decided i’d post one of my fantasies. the grammar may not be the best as i’m typing this at work (naughty, i know). regardless, i hope you enjoy!

Invite me over to your house to hang out and smoke and drink. You tell me there will be others there and so I accept the invitation, feeling comfort that I won’t be alone. I show up and it’s only you and I, you say that the others cancelled. Something feels off, but I ignore it and stay anyway. Things are going great, we’re watching a movie and you bring out your stash and some vodka. We smoke some and due to my low tolerance, I’m already sky high. Eyes red, slumped on your couch mindlessly watching the movie you put on. You pour us both a couple of shots and we take them together. At this point i’m feeling all fuzzy and can’t think straight. you keep pouring more and we both keep taking them, or so i think. i continue to get more and more drunk as you remain composed and seem practically sober.

It’s getting harder to watch the movie. You pour another shot, but I politely decline with a slurred voice. “Aww, I didn’t take you for a light weight. Go ahead and take it, I already poured it. We’ll take it together,” you tease as you press the glass to my lips. Not wanting to upset you, I take it. At some point, your arm found its place around my shoulders. I can feel your hot breathe on my neck as your lips find their way to my jaw. This feels wrong but I’m already too far gone, I’m nonverbal and can’t physically defend myself. Your other hand finds it’s way to my breasts where you start groping them roughly as your kisses get higher and become more sloppy. Eventually you’re kissing my lips, I try to turn away but you hold me still with your unoccupied hand.

As you’re kissing my lips, your hand that was groping at my chest slowly travels lower until it reaches my waistband. I jerk my hips away as your fingers breach my panties to no avail. Tears are slowly sliding down my cheeks as you slowly rub my cunt. “Why are you crying? Hm? Don’t tell me you don’t want this, baby.” you say, I shake my head with pleading eyes. You laugh and smile at me with mockery laced in your voice. You look at me with dark eyes, “if you don’t want this, why are you so wet?” as you plunge your fingers inside of me. I yelp as your fingers stretch me out, but your lips muffle it as you finger fuck me. At this point, all the shots are starting to catch up to me; it’s hard to keep my eyes open and it’s hard to understand what’s going on. My eyes close for what seems like a millisecond, but when I reopen them you’re standing over my limp body stroking your cock. Your face is focused as your hand moves back and forth on your glistening dick. your other hand is in my hair as you slap my face with your wet tip. I close them again and reopen to see my pants are across the room and that my panties have been cut off by scissors. You’re walking back in the room, your hard cock dripping with arousal. You smile when you see I’m awake as you position yourself between my legs. I go to protest but no words come out; my eyes shut again. Everything after that is fuzzy. i can barely remember feeling your hot breath against my face and you biting me as you thrust violently into me.

The next morning I wake up in your bed, completely naked and confused. I don’t remember anything from the night before- only just arriving to your house and the beginning of our movie. I feel stickiness all over me and my body is sore everywhere, especially my hips and between my legs. I feel your arm around my waste and your soft breathing brushing against my neck. When I look down I see bruises and bite marks everywhere, more focused in on my breasts and hips. A shooting pain comes over me as i try get up, primarily from my raging headache but also a achy soreness between my thighs. i feel you shift beside me as your grip tightens. You pull me closer to you before whispering, “good morning, baby” in my ear.

[solaiced]

CASE 23: ON THE EDGE, TSUKUMO YUKI HAS CONTROL OVER YOUR FATE!

!content!: male reader, edging, and not beta’d.

wc:747

solace:man im late…

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Tsukumo Yuki is a cruel woman.

That is the only thought in your head as she removes her hands from your throbbing cock and denies you yet another orgasm.

A broken whine works its way out of your mouth; head thrown back against the soft pillows.

The woman giggles, "My poor baby. You wanna cum, yeah?

Don't worry. You'll cum, soon." Just not now, is what she doesn't reveal.

Yuki kneels in between your spread legs, facing your painful hard-on. She drops her head and kisses your tip teasingly, wrapping her lips around it.

You moan at the warmth encasing your length, hand coming to rest on her blonde hair. However, she swats it away and sucks harshly before pulling off.

“Don't touch me or you won't cum at all, today. " The blonde warns and goes back to teasing your weeping cock. God, you hated this.

"Please, Yuki... let me cum. Please." You beg. Your vision was spotty, thighs shaking, hands begging to wrap around Yuki's hair and shove your cock down her throat repeatedly, until you came deep inside her mouth.

But you resist. Yuki pulls off, sneaking a peck at the slit. She snickers at your helpless expression, jerking you off.

"Beg more and I might consider it." Her hand squeezes the base of your shaft, making you wince.

“Please, please, please. Please let me cum." Your girlfriend speeds up, hand blurring as she moves it up and down fast. You choke on your own saliva, hips reaching up to feel her hand.

“Let me edge you one more time, okay? Then, you can fuck me and cum.” Yuki puts her other hand's palm on your tip and rubs the slit with it.

You're out of control, twitching and jerking everywhere, eyes rolled to the back of your head and mouth spewing hushed profanities.

“G-Gonnuh- Gonna cum!” You tremble, literal tears slipping down your cheeks. And this blonde She-devil incarnate stops, all hands off of your cock.

The sob you let out was pathetic.

It resounded through the walls, a testament to your neediness.

"Shh," Yuki shushes you, wiping your tears. “It's okay, I know, baby, I know. It hurts, doesn’t it?” She positions herself on top of your lap, hands on your shoulders.

“Wait juust a lil' second." She kisses your face, hands roaming your chest and collarbone before settling on your cheeks, cupping them and craddling your face.

She hovers above your twitching cock for what seemed like hours, waiting for your orgasm to die down. Your hands, shaking with pain, come to rest on her hips, admiring her body, because you truly couldn't do anything else, other than that.

Beautiful, evil, cruel woman. You're brought back to reality when Yuki moves, slowly, tortureously, lowering herself to your dripping cock.

"Take your reward, my good boy." She presses her pink, full lips against yours and slips her tongue In your mouth, moaning as you shove your agonisingly cold dick into her warm cunt and wrap your arms around her waist to pull her chest-to-chest with you.

You can feel her slip a hand down to rub her dit, pulling away from your kiss to breathe.

“I can cum... Hah... I can cum inside? Right?" The blonde nods, bouncing on your lap as she rides you to heaven.

Her tits bob up and down with her frantic movement, nipples looking like the dessert you deserved after all this torturous edging.

In a matter of moments, seconds, your balls tighten up, your cock twitches wildly inside of her pussy, your vision darkens at the edge and your hips move like they were possessed, finally... finally, you're gonna cum...!

You moan freely shoving your face in between your girlfriend’s boobs, eyes rolling back when your cock shoots out the definition of nirvana into her mellow cunt. Everything goes black by the time youre done cumming.

"Babe?" Yuki wakes you, tapping your cheek worriedly. "Are you okay?" She asks, still perfectly wrapped around your now-soft and spent dick. You bearily blink, wincing as she tightens up in... relief?

"There's no way... I blacked out?" You huff, bewildered that pussy could make you faint.

"For like, 5 minutes." She shrugs,

"I managed to cum at the same time as you, though, so, nice." You groan, hugging her and pouting.

“Don't do that, seriously. That's so embarrassing..." She giggles, hugging you back and kissing your forehead.

“Love you. "

"Love you t-did you just ignore me?"

[axailslink]

HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING COULD YOU WRITE (if you have the ideas, the time and are comfortable with) SHURI X READER but reader is on her period but she gets super bad cramps on the first day? anyways like a fluffy comfort one shot? keep up the great work!! <3

Let Me Help

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: The pain of period cramps will forever strike you worst than any punch to the stomach. Shuri offers help.

Your head lays on the cold glass lab table as you hold on your stomach and whisper curses "Bast's sake please stop hurting just for a bit I have to work...just for a bit" the sharp pains continues to rattle about in your lower stomach as you gently grab at the table. Shuri takes notice of this and walks over to the table and leans down to your height "you should go home" you turn and look at her "no I have work to do and if I don't do it who will?" You can see her eyes prancing back and forth with thought before she answers "I will I'll take over you just go home there's no way you can work in pain you've already had like three pain pills." You look at her confused for a moment "you counting the pills I take?" She pauses for a moment realizing how weird that might have sounded "just looking out for you but I promise I got it from here let me take you home you should try and get some sleep instead" even with Shuri's persistent gaze you shake your head no "I can't I can't put all my work on you princess I hate leaving a mess for others to clean I can do it." Shuri finally has had enough of convincing before she comes face to face with you "how much work have you done in the past hour?" You stumble to find the words "I've uhm..." Scared she might be a little disappointed in you you stray from your answer and nod "I'll go home yeah I'll go home" she nods "c'mon" she gently pulls you up and you're stuck in place when she wraps her arm around your waist her grip strong but gentle at the same time. "Oh you don't have to come I mean my house is a mess and I can walk my legs work perfectly just like my mouth and eyes and uhm..." You realize you're rambling and stare at her which she returns before smiling flashing you with that pretty smile of hers.

"I want to help, you really don't look all too well. Your face is flushed and you're annoyed let me help please. Plus I'm sure I know some things we could try to calm those cramps down." I know some things I'd like to try oh goodness the hormones are everywhere right now they've got you thinking things you shouldn't be thinking at all. "I really can handle my own princess" Shuri groans and lets you go as soon as her hand leaves your side you groan as the feeling of nervousness leaves you and is replaced with the piercing. You wish you could tell her to put it back where it was but you smile at her and leave the lab as quickly as possible. It's got to be the hormones making you act like this making you feral or are you finally realizing how she makes you feel?

.

You sit in bed practically dying with the pain as it shoots through your lower abdomen, back and somehow your ass it's like God personally came down to punish you and it doesn't help that your breasts are sore. you've been sleeping for the last two hours and now that you've woken up it's like immediate pain back to back the heating pad is not doing its job and you feel so nauseous yeah this has to be some sick punishment. you had already thrown up once but you were sure if you moved too fast it could surely happen again so you just sat unmoving in the middle of the bed as if moving an inch could provoke the cramps. The sudden sounds of knocking on the door have you groaning whoever it was could come back at a later time because this was definitely not the best time. "Go away!" you shout as you hold your stomach the knocks continue and you mumble curses to yourself as you slowly and carefully get up you waddle to the door and yank it open "what do you want?" you immediately want to swallow your words as you see princess Shui standing with a bag in hand "oh princess?" she smiles awkwardly and motions her head towards the door "can I come in? I just got done with my work for the day and yours we managed to find out who tried to steal the vibranium and uhm... I'm rambling I must get that from you y/n" she chuckles as you stare at her then the bag she has in hand. "Can I come in? you never gave an answer" you nod and step away from the door so that she can enter before closing and locking the door you waddle up the stairs and back into your room as you hold your stomach you can't help but hear Shuri snickering to herself and it interests you. "what's so funny" Shuri covers her face "excuse my language but you're walking like you have something up your ass" you look back at her as your hand finds your hip "quite the opposite princess I have something up my pussy if you don't have anything that can help please stop bothering me." She places her hand on her chest and laughs "so hostile luckily for you beautiful I got a lot of things" you smile at her words not being able to keep your happiness at bay "beautiful?" she nods "yeah beautiful do you have a problem with me telling you the truth?" you approach your bed and say nothing she places the bag by your leg and starts to pull out containers and more "you about to experiment on me or something?" she laughs and glances at you "no but if you'd like me to I wouldn't mind." Is she flirting with you? The princess of Wakanda is surely flirting with you or you should definitely clean your ears and thoughts you have to be looking way too much into what she is saying. "Most reasons for very bad cramps are bad eating habits on your cycle you're really picky you eat nothing but dollar store ramen and snacks-" "you know my eating habits?" Shuri smiles at you as she hands you a container of cut-up watermelon, strawberries, and whole raspberries "yes I do you're picky it's kind of hard not to notice. I got some chamomile tea warm beverages help me so maybe it'll help you there is one more thing but I need your consent." you glance her up and down suspiciously "a massage I usually get mines professionally done but I don't like the thought of some stranger touching my friend" you nod slowly before putting two and two together "oh you want to do it?" she nods "nothing inappropriate just some gentle massaging." The thought of her long slender fingers rubbing down your frame fills your mind with too many dirt thoughts to count but you reply as your usual flirty self "you tryna find a reason to feel me up?" she laughs and grabs your hand "no if I wanted to feel you up all I would have to do is ask the smell of the oils might help your body relax is all or you could do it the old fashioned way." you look at her with a facial expression full of curiosity "have an orgasm I hear it works best" you shake your head and roll your eyes sometimes her childish side comes out it's like a jumpscare honestly.

you, of course, agree to the massage I mean c'mon who would say no to this? No one so here you are laying on your stomach sweats pulled just below your waist bra tossed somewhere else on the bed. "you're tense am I making you nervous?" you shake your head no "no it's fine just never thought I'd be in this predicament" she laughs as she sits beside you on the bed "hey love pick a scent lavender or peppermint" you're so glad she can't see your face right now because you're smiling so widely to yourself "love" goodness gracious she is being too nice today. "Peppermint just get this over with I want to sleep" more like get this over with you talking to me is making me panic and I'm trying to restrain myself from kissing you. you feel her hands slide up your back slowly causing shivers to travel down your spine her hands feel like heaven as she gently massages your shoulders down to your back and onto your waist her hands linger for a moment. "Shuri Bast's sake your hands feel amazing" she continues "you should be eating that fruit" she points out and you huff "you can't just let me enjoy myself?" she smiles and you swear you feel her kiss the middle of your back "you haven't said anything about cramping in a minute I'm guessing this is working?" you honestly hadn't thought about the cramps because you were way too worried about Shuri's hands on your lower back. "you make me forget everything I don't know anyone else who takes the time out of their day to come and help ease my cramps you're a God send honestly. I'm grateful for you," you sit up and come face to face with her not worrying about being topless or about your bloated tummy. "your shirt I could grab that for y-" you stop her panicked speaking by grabbing her face and gently pressing your lips to hers "don't worry about it thank you I am so blind of course I would find out you're attracted me on the one week I can't express just how attracted I am to you." Shuri smiles and grabs your hand from her face gently caressing it "that's cocky" you nod "maybe but I can tell I'm not wrong.

A/n: This got a bit long...I do but I hope this works up to your request I happened to make Shuri and reader friends to lovers wasn't going to but that's just the way it ended. This is unedited don't have time for that work takes up most of that time. If this did not meet your needs I will gladly rewrite it at a later date.

[panboiiibish]

Theres blood...

Blood?

Why??

Fuck...

what did I do?!

What happened why am I covered in blood?!

I dont even recognize my reflection, it's so covered in red that only wide terror filled eyes come through.

Why am I covered in blood?

Oh gods...

It hurts.

Why?

Fuck my stomach feels like its filled to the brim...

Toilet.

Rushing to the toilet the brunning volcano thankfully doesn't erupt through my lips onto the floor. It plops into the shit water with a heavy sound as tears cascade down my face.

Fuck it hurts, why is there so much?!

It's just more blood. It fills the toilet bowl as the seat is covered in my bloody hand prints.

Fuucckkk....

WHAT DID I DO?!

Whimpers escape my lips as I raise on trembling legs. A pain shoots through my body worse then just a normal ache or cramp. It starts in many places. My stomach is the worst, but as I shift my weight to take a step away from the bloodied mess iv made I stumble and bite back a whine from a shot of white static running up my heel.

It's bad.

This is bad.

I feel like I've survived a car wreck only to be stranded without medical help.

What happened?

Why cant I remember things?

FUCK!

My foot really hurts but I wasn't expecting to have another pang of pain when I grabbed onto the door handle for stability.

Shit my hand.

It looks so bad..

Theres blood everywhere but I can at least see the palm of my hand looks torn through. Like with a dull knife.

Why would I know what a dull knife wound looks like?

I wobble through the bathroom door while contemplating my missing memory. Pinprick eyes darting around to find if there are any others in this seemingly empty building. A groan leaving my chapped lips as another pang of pain comes from my stomach. My, for now, good hand reaches down and presses onto the point of pain. And I'm greeted with a hiss from my own lips. Bullet wound, I've been shot... and from the pain weaving through to my back it thankfully was a through and through.

Why do I know this?

Who am I?

Shuffling down the corridor my bloodied hand leaves a trail on the pristine white wall in a sad attempt to keep myself steady. It was hard with every step shooting more pain through my calf and any tension made bile rise back through my esophagus.

Tears pricked my waterline once more but I tried to hold them back. It didnt feel right crying right now. Nothing feels right.

Why is this happening...

Were am i..?

This place looks so desolate. With every shift of my feet dust is kicked up and covered the legs of my... My camo pants?

Why am I wearing camo?

A string of groans and grunts have from my lips as my wounds only burn more. The exertion of my already battered body only making the blood loss worse. Along with the racing of my broken mind. Nothing makes sense and the pure silance only sends a deep chill down my spine.

Its early morning depending on the bright golden lighting filling in from distant windows. But I don't really have the mind to look out at the world. Instead i keep on shuffling. Trying to keep my whimpers and groans at a quiet as i still dont understand what is happening.

Please.....

What did I do?

Why is this happening..?

Did I kill someone?

My mind is battling against a hazy fog covering any kind of memories I could try and think of. While static black starts to fade into the corners of my eyes going unnoticed from the mix of emotions piling in my mind.

I don't know how I got here.

Or what I'm doing.

Why am I wounded?

And...

Who am I?

Hii! Its Pan! This is very different from my normal writing but it's an idea iv had for an while. Just wanted something dark and gritty after all the light and fluffy stuff I write. It is in my bio that I do dark work. X3 Welp give me your thoughts on this one! Might make this into an x reader if its liked, or it might go into the lore of one of my ocs. Maybe both XD Anyways have a nice night!

[siremasterlawrence]

Bloody Valentine Part 3

Iron Man is a pain in my ass constantly in a flux going after me only narrow missing me all but today because he found my base in a loud shattering landing on to the cave we settled in.I greet him standing a few feet away from him in defiance of his strength as a hero but I ignore him happily and he stomps his feet causing all of the ground to split in to two like crazy.I snap slip under one heading to my lap as I pound on the wall as the elevator races up to the top floor and I slip escaping to my laboratory because it is the day I bring him down.He shaft hits the ground floor as I walk over to my computer counter typing in a code acountdown begins as the walls beginning yo disappear revealing all of my worriers who ache to fight.They are super protective stepping in front of me in excitement they stood arms cross ready to obey but the best part is Batman and Nightwing weapons in hand as Iron Man lands.Iron man erupts in to the room still floating in mid air arms spread straight forward as missiles launch from his hands, arms, side of legs and shoulders exploding everywhere on him.Captain America rushes in to the field doing a dive in the air freaking flipping in to the air like super cannon he uses shield to block the bombs and then crushes Iron Man in to the wall.He lands with a super hero landing as Bucky walks standing in front of The Bat and lift up his arms in the aid setting it up he unleashes a trigger and sound wave of hitting iron man head on.Iron man thrust in to the wall sliding down to the caves ground as he rolls back and laying on the ground and cap sheds all as he hits him head on and pounding him in to the ground.Batman loses it commanding Nightwing to go to the side blocking me from any harms but enter we go and he shook his head to them but Captain America and The Winter Soldier join him.Batman leaps in to action pinning his foot in to the wall propelling himself ever forward to the next placing small circular devices on all four walls and presses the start button as the cave is wired exploding.The ceiling, all four walls come down onto him covering him a load of rocks protecting him and he is absolutely destroyed getting up as he struggles to make sense of what just happened.Flying erratically he barrels into him as they go shooting in to the sky he holds Batman head on sky rocketing in to the atmosphere and Bruce struggles with him hitting his face in pound.Nightwing’s breaks free typing some code in to his computer sleeves as two missiles lifting through the ground bust upward at him and hit him causing impact as he fell from the sky.Both men coming tumbling down smashing everything in its quake as Batman recovers and Nightwing along with Captain America and Bucky drag Tony towards me as the mask feel off placing my hand on his head.

“Tony! Can you hear me my love?”

“I am not your love”

“I am yours “

“Fuck you !”

“Be careful how you speak to me”

“Why the hell should I”

“Did you point the at me”

“It’s a night life”

“Command prompt one”

“Type in passcode”

“Enslave no. 3”

“I am your Lord and Master”

“Please command me”

“I am at your will “

“Then you will bring me your spider protege”

“Hey kid! I need your help”

“Mr. Stark?”

“Hurry up!”

“Yes Sir”

“How did you get in?”

“Suit up”

“Say cheese “

“What are you …”

“Zzzz”

“Listen to me Peter”

“Yyyyyyyeeeeeessssss”

“Mwahahaha! You will swing with me back to Master’s home.”

“Ugh! Did I fall a sleep? Where are we going Mr Stark?”

“To your new home obviously kid”

“Stark Tower with Bloody Valentine “

Peter blacks losing his ability he slips as his former pal Tony catches him playing a small device on him and dragging him back to yeh base with a evil glint in his eyes he knows it’s his demise.

He lands on to the port of the base dropping the kid as he calls him with smile and he is picking him up and took him to me leaving him on a his knees as he fell to his knees in obedience.

“Bloody Valentine my love.”

“Parker is yours”

“Kiss him”

“He is stirring awake”

“Bloody Valentine”

“Both of you kneel”

“Am I your Master?”

“Yes Bloody Valentine “

“Am I your king?”

“Yes Sire”

“How may we serve you ?”

“You are a team now”

“We are Iron & Spider”

The end

[astoldbyaja]

Primal - Ch.32 ~AU Predator (Franchise)~

Scorpion’s POV

The glass shattered around me, but it did not even leave a dent in my armor. I jumped off the hood of the car and planted my axe into the head of the first human with a weapon. I didn’t care what happened to the human in the car. Bullets hit my armor and I removed my whip and cracked it across a row of five-armed human’s, their heads flying off. I butchered, I sliced, I stabbed. Their weapons did nothing. Even when cold spray came down from the ceiling to hide heat signatures, the vehicles explosion wiped it all away.

The human warrior survived, taking cover, and shooting at his enemies. I killed warriors black and white clothing, male and females who took arms against me.

I slit throats and removed spines; no trophies were worth taking today. I was killing anything that stood between my mate and suckling.

Teleya’s POV

The shooting continued and until finally a loud explosion could be heard from below. Miles just glared at me.

“Well now the party’s really starting!” he said loudly and moved to the door. It opened and shut immediately. I sighed with relief knowing that Scorpion was here. I looked around before moving toward the door trying to get out. There was no handle, nothing I could pull. I whimpered some before hitting the door in frustration.

I placed my ear to the door trying to listen. I could hear footsteps.

“We have to evacuate!” someone said in panic.

“We have a security breach in the main hall!” another shouted. As I listened, I could hear the footsteps growing faint, and I expected silence, but the footsteps were still getting smaller and smaller. I leaned back from the door in shock. What the hell? I went in to listen again before hearing the sound of scanning. I gasped and stepped back as the door opened and there stood Miriam and Tika. They looked absolutely horrified, their clothes stained with blood, the trauma was evident on their faces. They’ve seen him, and what he can do to them.

“Please.” Miriam begged. “Please make it stop!” I stared at them feeling the adrenaline growing in me.

“Stay far away from the fighting, find the quickest exit and go!” I said moving from the room quickly.

“Teleya wait!” Tika called and I looked at her. “Miles sent all of your test results to his commanding officers. There are cameras everywhere in the building recording what goes on! Even if you manage to escape, they’ll come for you, the military, the government! They'll find you!”

 I winced at her words before turning and running down the hall. But I did not know where I was. I ran down different directions trying to find a stair well. There was a harsh ringing above me and suddenly water was pouring down from the sprinklers. But the moment it hits my skin, I grow still. Everything felt so sharp and cool on my flesh. The way it pours down my skin sent shivers through my body. I raised my hands to look at my wet palms.

What is happening to me? Rounding the corner were more people in white lab coats and suits making a run past me. I looked up and continued to move fast down the hall pushing past people who were slamming against me and themselves to get to safety. I saw a door with the stair sign, and it had a handle. I opened it and more people were running up the stairs versus running down. I was so high up it felt. The shooting and screaming were making its way up here.

Before I knew it, men with guns were coming up the stairs. I moved to open the door I came out of, but it was locked forcing me to move further up the stairs. I couldn’t be caught in the crossfire and risk getting hurt.

My feet slip on one of the steps and I fall hitting my knee hard enough I hear a crack. I scream out in pain and crawl up the stairs quickly. I press my body to the wall and pull up my gown to see my legs. I pant hard feeling the vicious throbbing forming in my knees. I cry out from the pain. But as I do, I feel that throbbing start to fade and relief just fill my body. My eyes widened as I felt nothing after a few seconds. I gently rub over my injured knee, and I feel no pain. I apply pressure even to try and force some pain, and I feel nothing. I felt better. I looked all over my legs before looking at my own stomach placing my hand over it gently.

It was my child; I just know it. I heard a loud blast and that brought my attention back up. I needed to get to Scorpion. I stood up and felt nothing but relief as I continued moving up the stairs. Once I was on another level, I moved to open the door only for another person in a black suit to run out immediately. I grabbed the door and went inside. The sprinkling system had turned off .I ran down the hall coming up to the corner, and suddenly, a hand grabs my throat. I scream as I’m pressed against another soldier. I feel his gun at my temple, and two shots has me still. My eyes widened thinking I dead, but the body that holds me falls to the ground and I turn and down at his body. I then look up and couldn’t help but smile in complete relief as I see Axel slowly lowering one of the larger guns. He was sweating and covered in cuts.

“Axel!” I cried out and ran up to him hugging him tight. I could feel it in his body was exhausted.

“Are you hurt?” he asked quickly, and I shook my head.

“No, where is Scorpion?” I asked.

“That’s its name?” he asked. Suddenly, Axel is grabbed, and I yelled as he’s thrown across the closes glass wall and it shatters. He rolls onto the ground and doesn’t move. I’m grabbed from behind and lifted off the ground.

“We need to get her to the extraction point! Go, go, go!” A large bald-headed man yelled. He was massive, and I screamed as I tried to struggle. I was surrounded by a group of soldiers. The man who had me lifted me off the ground and everyone began to turn to the other side. They made a move toward the hall, only to all freeze as the sound of heavy footsteps was rounding the corner. The water on the ground splashed heavily as a might figure began to appear through electricity.

My eyes widened, and I smiled as Scorpion’s form appeared with a sharp and vicious snarl, the same spear he had gifted to me was in his hand, and it was very red. He charged down the hallway and was met with automatic fire. It was so loud!

“SCORPION” I screamed in fear. The soldiers moved forward and the man that held me pushed me in the arms of the bald man and I was picked up yet again. Scorpion spun the spear in his fingers and immediately began to cut down each man. I had one hand freed and immediately dug my fingers into the man’s face. He yelled out in pain.

“Fucking cunt!” he yelled before tossing me into the same room he had thrown Axel. I landed on my side with a groan as I slowly rolled onto my side. Axel was still out cold, and I got on my hands and knees doing my best to crawl away. I feel a fierce hand grip my scalp and I yelled out in pain as I’m lifting it in the air. On the table closest to me, I see a scalpel. Before it’s out of reach I grab it and stab the hand that has me.

I fall to the ground and try to distance myself on the ground. The large man looked at his hand with the scalpel imbedded in it. He looked at me with a scoff before removing it from his hand and now moving to take a large knife from the belt around his hip.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun killing you.” he said taking one step before suddenly something large rips from his chest and I gasp as the form appears. The man’s eyes widen as he looks at the blade now visible wrist blade that is painted with his blood. The blade slowly slides right up his body, and he gurgles immediately as blood shoots from his mouth and the large opening in his chest.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun killing you.”

“What the fuck is that thing!”

“It’s a god damn demon!”

I hear the numerous recordings of men who have come up against Scorpion. I force myself to my feet feeling a weakened from being tossed like a rag doll.

The blade stops beneath his throat before his body is raised up in the air and tossed to the side like a piece of trash. I panted gently looking at the large form that stood before me now. Scorpion cackled lightly as he looked down at me. He slowly removed his mask so I could see the look of relief in his eyes.

“Teleya.” he said gently. I felt tears stream down my face as I let out a gentle sob and held up my arms to him. He was before me in seconds, and I sobbed with relief into his hardened chest, his arms around me protecting me, shielding me from the world. He purrs lowly to comfort me, to bring back the softness of our bodies for a brief moment. But he could not keep his guard down for long, we both knew this. We leaned back and he touched my face for a moment before letting his hand fall to my stomach. I nodded softly placing my hand over his.

“We are okay.” I said gently. His beautiful white eyes were gentle and soft. I could imagine they were filled with nothing but rage and anger as he fought his way to get to me. A gentle groan cut through our moment, and I looked down to the ground seeing Axel slowly rolling onto his back. “Axel.”

 I approached him, crouching to help him up.

“Damn who threw me?” he asked rubbing his head. I shook my head.

“We have to get out of here now.” I replied. Scorpion approached with his mask back on.

“Leave him. He will only slow us down.” he told. I looked at Scorpion stunned now.

“We cannot leave him behind.” I said. Axel looked at us both confused.

“Woah.” he said. I stood up and faced Scorpion.

“Has he not proven himself on this rescue?” I asked.

Scorpion shrilled and just looked away almost with a snort to show he was pouting.

“I could have done this without him.” he said. I gently approached him placing my hand over his arm. I didn’t want to go against him not at a time like this, but I could not leave my neighbor behind after he risked his life to help my mate get in here to save me. Scorpion looked at my pleading eyes with a shrill and a huff before looking away.

“Come.” was all he said. Axel got to his feet picking up the closest weapon to him.

“He’s got your front; I’ll guard your back.” he said. I nodded and we moved from the room. Scorpion moved with great speed, and we followed behind closely.

Anyone who surprised us from either side, was shot or cut down. We moved down the stair well, the alarm still blaring above us.

We finally made our way to the first floor. My eyes widened at the fire and bodies strewn about. There was so much red, so much blood. Also, there was so much debris falling from the high ceiling above.

“If this place takes another hit, it’s going to come down.” Axel announced. Scorpion led the way, but just as he was in front of me, a loud boom came from the right side of me and now I was shoved very hard by Scorpion. I slammed into Axel, and he caught me but not without us falling to the ground.

My brain was rattled, and my vision was blurry as I looked forward trying to see what was happening. I groaned seeing two large figures going at it. Scorpion was fighting someone. Miles. I blinked a few times noticing he had one some type of mechanical arms and legs.

“Thought you could leave without saying goodbye?” he mocked. Oh fuck.

[itsbeeble]

Adoration (pt. 2)

Summary: Though you’ve only been together for a few months, you and Wonwoo are completely starstruck by each other. Tonight, it really shows

Genre: Smut, a bit of plot, fluff, teeny tiny bit of angst but not really

WC: ~2.4k

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x gn!reader (i tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible once again but please let me know if and where i messed up so i can fix it!

Warnings: Wonwoo is still a simp, pet names (you already know), marking, smut, soft dom!Wonwoo, multiple orgasms, oral (reader receiving), that’s all I can think of so lemme know if i missed something

Note: This took WAAAAY longer than it was supposed to bc of finals and then work and then the holidays being right there so this might seem a bit rushed and I apologize!

Part 1 here!!

Wonwoo has you laid back on your bed. Your shirt is completely unbuttoned and yanked down your shoulders and your dress pants have been thrown across the room. This leaves you almost entirely bare for him while the only thing removed from his body is the turtleneck that you’re almost positive is stretched out from how you’d been yanking on it to keep him close to you.

Your hands are clawing at his head as he sucks and bites at your chest, his hot breath causing your nipples to pebble. You let out a gasp when he tugs particularly roughly at one of your nipples, your grip on his hair tightening and you can feel him shudder against you. He moves lower down your body, wet kisses placed down the center of your torso. Wonwoo smiles when you squirm under his touch, his eyes flicking up to look at you. 

“My love,” he coos. When you don’t respond, he pinches the skin of your thigh. Your jaw drops open and you gasp at the sudden pain.

“Did you just pinch me?” Your head lifts from your pillow, your brows furrowed. A small smile has found its way to Wonwoo’s lips as he admires you. You look like a complete mess, your hair tangled from when his hands had laced through the strands, pulling you and guiding you. Your neck and chest are completely covered in marks that have only grown darker over time. He can see the goosebumps that rise on your skin as he traces every inch of your body, memorizing every last inch of you as if it’s the last time he’ll ever see you.

“I might have,” He rubs the reddening spot and places a gentle kiss on it right after. “Did it hurt?” You nod a bit, pouting at him. “I’m sorry, my love. Let me make it up to you.” 

You watch as he lowers his head down, tugging your underwear down until it got caught on your knees. When he tears them off of you, your body shoots up so you can scold him properly. You’re quick to stop, however, when he gives you a look. 

It’s not threatening, per se. It’s more…commanding. Daring, even. Like he wants you to try anything. You grow warm under his gaze and he pushes on your ribcage until you’re lying flat again. 

“Just sit back, my love.” He rubs your thighs gently, his large hands casting warmth everywhere they touch. “Let me do everything.”

You feel his breath against you, slowly getting closer and closer and you let your eyes flutter shut when his tongue presses against you. He’s gentle at first, slow. But when he hears that first moan bubble from your lips it’s like a switch is flipped inside of him. 

Wonwoo pulls you closer to him, his hands sliding underneath you to prop up the lower half of your body. His tongue presses harder against you, slipping between your folds and dipping into your clenching hole. Your legs are trembling, trying desperately to squeeze together but he just tugs them over his broad shoulders, effectively trapping his head between your thighs. He groans into your warmth and the vibrations shoot through your body. Your jaw drops. Your moans and gasps and cries echo in your bedroom and you can only hope your neighbors can’t hear you. His tongue slips further into you, lapping at you relentlessly like a man starved. Your eyes struggle to remain open, rolling back into your head and your hands are clutching at Wonwoo’s dark hair to pull him impossibly closer to you, chasing your high. 

One of your lover’s hands slips from under you, a finger slipping into your hole beside his tongue. A loud moan rips through you, and your back arches when he adds another. Wonwoo scissors them inside of you, listening to the sounds you make to gauge what you like, and what you don’t like. When he thinks he’s stretched you enough, he slowly eases in a third finger. You clench around him, and he slows the pace of his fingers inside of you. Wonwoo pulls his tongue away from you, watching the way your face contorts as he slowly thrusts his three fingers inside of you.

“You alright, my love?” His concern is genuine and you can only purse your lips and nod. The stretch is a lot more than you’re used to, and the sting hasn’t faded yet. Wonwoo can sense it, and he slows his motions to a stop until your face has relaxed fully. 

You can feel your upcoming high fading away and whine a bit. Your eyes flutter open and lock with his. You can see the concern behind them, feel the gentle caressing of his hand against your thigh while the three fingers inside of you remain still. 

“Are you okay?” He repeats his question, and this time he doesn’t accept your nod. “Verbal response, my love.” 

“I’m…” You take a shaky breath, clenching ever so slightly down on his fingers. The motion sends sparks through you and your eyes flutter shut again. “I’m okay. I just— I just needed a second to get used to it.” He hums and you hear him shift. When your eyes open, he’s moving to hover over you with his fingers beginning to shift inside of you. Your legs have fallen on either side of him and you cross your ankles behind his back. “You can move again, Nonu.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.” Wonwoo’s lips press against yours in a slow kiss. His mouth moves gently over yours, his tongue slipping past your lips to distract you from his fingers beginning to pump in and out of you again. You stipend against him but he just kisses you harder, squeezing your thigh as he works his other hand at an easy pace. 

The pleasure slowly begins to return. When you moan into the kiss you’re sharing, it’s loud and he pulls back just so he can hear it clearly. You bite your lip in an attempt to quiet yourself but Wonwoo’s free hand slides against your cheek and his thumb slip between your lips. He uses this little hold on you to pull your jaw down and let your sounds ring in the air.

“That’s it, my love,” he coos, “let me hear you. Let everyone hear how good I’m making you feel.” You clench tightly down on his fingers, your body shaking violently when your orgasm hits you.

It hits hard, your moans becoming cries of your lover’s name. He continues to work his fingers in and out of you, pushing you through your orgasm. He watches your face contort in pleasure, your back arching against him and he can feel his dick twitching in his pants. He’s gnawing at his lip, trying his damned best to keep from shoving his pants down and pushing his cock into you right then and there. He knows he can’t do that. Knows you need a few moments before he can even begin to really fuck you. 

When Wonwoo finally pulls his fingers out of you, you’re watching when he slips them into his mouth. Watching as he sucks them clean of you. He’s smirking the whole, moaning at how good you taste. Your hole clenches around nothing, and you whine at the emptiness you feel.

“What, my love?” He asks and begins to undo his belt. “Need me to fuck you? Hm?” 

“God, please,” you breathe. “Please fuck me Nonu. Need you so bad. Please please fuck me.” The smirk on his face only grows at your desperation and he gets up from the bed for only long enough to tug his pants and underwear down his legs and kick them to the side. Wonwoo only watches as you gape at him. At his cock. The way it stands proudly, leaking from the tip. “Oh fuck, you’re big.” This draws a laugh from him as he crawls back over to you. He lets you reach forward and wrap your hand around his girth. His eyes squeeze shut as you give an experimental pump down his shaft, your eyes practically bugging out of your head. 

“My love,” Wonwoo’s voice trembles as you continue to pump your soft hand up and down. “My love, please.” He’s begging. You look up at him and you tilt your head. His eyes are struggling to open, and his breath is coming out wavered. When you stop moving your hand, his cock is twitching.

“Nonu?” He forces his eyes to open and he looks down at you. “Can you fuck me now?” 

“Of course, my love.” He breathes out. “Of course.” 

It takes him a moment to find where he put his wallet, digging through it to find the foil packet he just so happened to bring with him tonight. He’s lucky he did, though. Otherwise this all would have stopped a long time ago and you’d both be left on edge until he had left your apartment.

He laces his hands in yours, leaning you back until you’re laying down. Your hands rest on Wonwoo’s chest, running up to his shoulders and resting on the sides of his neck. Your lips purse when he begins to slide himself into you. Just the tip is enough to stretch you out, even with his prior prep.

“Take a breath, my love,” Wonwoo’s voice is strained as he squeezes your hand. Your walls are squeezing him so tightly, the pressure enough to have him wanting to cum right then and there. He wants to pound into you, make you see the same stars as him in this moment. He listens to your breathing. Listens as they go from slightly pained to light and airy as he continues to slowly slide himself into you. He whispers quiet praises to you even after he’s fully engulfed by your warm walls. 

“Nonu,” your voice comes out in a whine. “Nonu, please move.” The desperation in your voice. The way your legs squeeze around his waist to pull him impossibly closer to you. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head when he begins to thrust into you. Slowly at first, allowing you to get used to the feeling. And fuck, does it feel good. The drag of his veiny cock against your walls. The press of him hitting that spongy spot inside of you. Your hand pulls him down to you by the back of his neck, your lips crashing against his in a sloppy kiss. It muffles the sounds you make, quiets you, and apparently Wonwoo doesn’t like that. His thumb finds its way into your mouth again, tugging it open so any sound you make rings in the air.

“Don’t muffle yourself,” he’s breathless. “I want you to sing for me, my love.” 

You can see the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He’s moving faster now, his hips slapping wildly against yours but his movements are still sharp and fluid. He repeatedly hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars again. You’re crying out his name now, begging for him to go faster. Harder. He complies without hesitation.

All he wants is for you to fall apart on his cock. All he wants is for you to see stars, to beg him for more. To cream his cock until you have nothing left to give him. Until you’re completely spent and begging for him to cum. 

Your second orgasm of the night arrives faster than the first, hitting you at the speed of a bullet train. The pleasure is blinding and your back arches upwards. You squirm, trying to pull away from Wonwoo as he fucks you through it, his hips seeming to move faster than before. He grabs your waist with both hands the moment he sees your back bend and he holds you up. 

He forces himself to sit back on his heels as he fucks you. It takes him a few moments to tear himself away from where he’s sucking another mark into the base of your neck. But the moment he sits back on his heels, his new grip on your waist tightens and he slams himself into you with a new fervor. You’re screaming for him now, and he almost feels bad for the noise complaint you’re going to receive in the morning. For now, though, he’s only focused on the pleasure you both feel. 

He can feel himself getting closer. Feel his abdomen tightening, his cock twitching inside of you. His hips begin to stutter, and his thrusts become sloppy.

“Fuck, my love,” His head falls back, heavy breaths and loud grunts falling from his lips the closer he gets. “Gonna cum, baby, fuck.”

You can’t even respond at that point, too far gone and drunk on his cock. You can feel a third orgasm rising, your walls clenching weakly down on Wonwoo’s length as you beg. For what, you’re not sure. Something. Anything to relieve the pressure inside of you that grows and grows and—

The wire that snaps inside of you has you writhing underneath Wonwoo. Your jaw is dropped in a silent scream and your arms thrash on the sheets below you. The pleasure is blinding, and it takes a moment for the ringing in your ears to fade away. You can faintly hear Wonwoo moaning loudly into the air as his hips stutter and he fills the condom with his cum. His hand runs slowly up and down your stomach, your body twitching under his touch. 

You don’t know when Wonwoo pulls himself out of you. You don’t know when he runs a bath, or when he picks you up to bring you to your bathroom. You’re only half awake at this point, your body completely spent.

“My love?” Wonwoo’s voice is faint in your ears, even though he’s directly behind you in your tub. He’s washing your body, massaging your body where he knows you’ll be sore. “Y/n, baby. You okay?” You can only hum in response, leaning your head back on his shoulder while he cleans the two of you. You let yourself drift off as he washes your hair, gets rid of all the knots he created. 

When you’re conscious again, he’s laying you down in your bed, tucking the blankets around you. Your brows furrow when you see him start to leave, and your hand wraps around his wrist. He turns toward you curiously, his damp hair brushing over his forehead. 

“Can you stay?” Your voice is hoarse and you grimace at the sound. Wonwoo smiles and nods. 

“Of course I’ll stay.”

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: The Gods' Arena of Pleasure 1 {Two-Shot}

Superman/Clark Kent/Kal-El x Reader/OFC Bia Dess

Warning: Action, Fighting, Mild Cursing, Backstory Heavy

Words: 4.7k

Synopsis: The city is under yet another attack and guess who comes to the rescue--The Justice League. With their muscle and brawn, and Bia Dess’ brains this new threat doesn’t stand a chance. 

Note: It has been a minute since I’ve written anything Superman/Clark Kent/Kal-El. Hell, anything Henry related. I may be rusty, so bear with me and accept my apologies beforehand. I think this is a one shot. At the time of writing this “note”, which is prior to actually writing the story, I am calling it a two shot. We’ll see. Hehehehehe! Also, I had the hardest time deciding what to call him. I am deadest on getting rid of Clark completely and going with Kal-El. Thoughts?

 ***ALSO, ROUND HERE SUPERMAN HAS AND WILL ALWAYS BE HENRY CAVILL UNLESS HE BECOMES IDRIS ELBA!!!! (I SAID WHAT I SAID)***

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 "Again, Superman has just taken out the legs of this massive, massive alien that looks like some electronic tripod. This is unbelievable!”

 From the television in the packed cafe, you and tens of other people gasped and gawked at the coverage. Superman took a bone shattering hit from the alien figure and was sent at least twenty feet back but in seconds he was zipping through the air right back at it to return the favor and then some. His laser eyes beamed through the creature making it roar out in evident pain. The ground violently shook, and everyone screamed and tried to hold on to something.

 While those around you panicked, a thought occurred to you. For its scream to affect the Earth's surface, that told you that this could work to defeat it. Just then you watched the rest of the Justice League sans Aquaman rally around Superman each doing their part to take down the tripod adjacent creature.

 Another ear-piercing scream shook the cafe and everyone around you exclaimed showing their fear at the current turn of events.

 "Oh my god, look!"

 Everyone pressed close to the window and watched as a second and third tripod creature fell from the sky, each confronting a different justice league member. The one before Diana immediately went into action shooting a laser beam at her. Every molecule in your body fired up craving action. You almost wanted to run out the door and join the fight and you didn’t know why.

 Diana crossed her wrists in front of her blocking the beam with her Thymescarian crafted wrist guards. The beam ricocheted right back to the creature making an impact. Its deafening screech pierced the air and everyone including you covered your ears. The internal anguish you felt was powerful. It felt as if your eardrums vibrated threatening to rupture but the effects went deeper than that. Your internal organs quivered like a hand gripped each of them and squeezed. The effects were sudden but only lasted a moment for you but looking around at the others in the café you realized they were still being affected.

 A thought hit you then, "They’re vulnerable to their own weapons," you rushed out. Without thinking, you hurried out of the cafe and into the streets. Pressing your phone to your ear, you called your assistant Vicara.

 “Vee here.”

 “Vee,” you began but was cut off by another screech from one of the creatures.

 “Holy shit, tell me you’re not in town square right now!”

 “I’m in town square right now.”

 “Jesus Bia, get outta’ there. Aren’t you seeing this fight between Justice League and these creatures?”

 “Vee take a breath and listen to me,” you shouted.

 Across the street something crashed into the structure creating a large explosion sending rubble everywhere. You dived behind a car, covered your head and beared down hoping not to get crushed by the large pieces of rock that rained down.

 “Hello? Hello? Bia!”

 “I’m here. Listen, these things effect the Earth’s surface. The soundwaves they produce they use as a weapon. From what I’ve put together so far, they not only alter the tectonic plates under us, but internal organs.”

 “No way! That’s so cool,” Vee marveled.

 “Right! If they affect the surface like this what’s so say we can’t use that against them.”

 “Bia, that’s genius.”

 “I know, I thought of it.”

 It wasn’t meant to sound egotistic at all, it was just a matter-of-fact statement. For some reason you felt you came up with many genius ideas in a short amount of time.

 “If you were so much of a genius maybe you could figure out where you come from once and for all,” Vee teased.

 “Low blow, Vee. I need you to run the scans and tests of this area and find me a Hail Mary.”

 “The square has changed so much I need an arial,” Vee informed.

 You looked around the barren and disheveled streets that no doubt would take weeks to clean up trying to find something you could use. In the distance closer to the fight than you liked, you saw a skyscraper that would be perfect.

 “Of course,” you muttered unenthusiastically.

 “What?”

 You sighed, peeled off your blazer, examined the heels you wore trying to decide if they would hold up, then you began running right toward the fight like someone who had a death wish.

 “I’ll get you the arial. Give me ten minutes.”

 Just as Vee was telling you not to do what she thought you were doing, you ended the call and picked up the speed. Your entire being woke up feeding on the adrenaline coursing through you. While others would be apprehensive charging into a practical battlefield, you weren’t. A mechanical tentacle collided with the pavement a few feet in front of you creating a deep crater.

 It was so close to you that you didn’t have enough time to stop. Quick calculations gave you another route, but it involved some athleticism. Without thinking, you jumped into the air then came down onto the hood of an abandoned car to bounce off of it and over the thinnest part of the tentacle. Once your feet were firmly back on the ground you took off again hoping to get to the building soon.

 When you were close to the door a body fell from the sky ruining the entrance.

 “Oh my god.”

 Again, you didn’t think, you bolted to the body, climbing over rocks, beams and turned over cars. As you got to them, they sprang up sending a piece of cement into the air and several feet away.

 “Son of a--,” Diana groaned.

 “Are you okay?”

 Her head snapped to you and your eyes locked. Diana cocked her head to the side as she took you in. Every time you saw her there was something familiar about her, something that didn’t feel as if she were a stranger.

 “Bia? What’re you doing here?”

 You took a few steps to her, “I need to get to the top of this building.”

 “Why? This is no place for you. It’s dangerous.”

 “I gathered but I may have a way to end these things.”

 Diana’s attention zeroed in then. “How?”

 You quickly explained your theory to her trying to keep the science bit of it minimal. You found she was intelligent enough to grasp the concepts but there were times you’d gotten deeply technical and lost her. When you finished, she looked impressed.

 “And you came up with this in how long?”

 “2 or 3 minutes,” you nonchalantly replied.

 Diana scoffed then smiled. “Always impressive Bia. My people would love a quick, resourceful and seemingly fearless woman like you.”

 “The Amazonians?”

 She nodded. Saying the word gave you another sense of familiarity but you shook it off.

 “What do you need from us?”

 The creature screeched again. Both you and Diana cringed but didn’t cover your ears. She looked bothered but not to the core as the others in the café. Interesting you thought. “You’re already doing it. Oh, and one of its weaknesses is its own weapons. Use them against it.”

 Diana nodded then took off in one mind boggling leap and bound that shot her into the sky.

 “Wow.”

 After climbing over the rest of the rubble, you ran into the building to the elevator banks. It probably wasn’t a good idea seeing that it was possible to get trapped but it would take way too long to run up possibly a hundred flights of stairs. You may not have known where you came from, but you knew for certain you were not Superman. Once in the elevator, you pressed the top floor and took the ride.

 Halfway up, the building shook and the elevator stopped startling you.

 “That’s not good.”

 The elevator doors opened as the lights flickered. Wasting no time, you ran out in search of the stairwell, and it was then a call from Vee came in.

 “Yeah Vee.”

 “All tests and scans look optimal. Your theory will work.”

 “Have you made the preparations with Terra?”

 “All I need are those ariels.”

 “I’m still working on that.”

 You took off climbing up the stairs two at a time. You didn’t even focus on the number of them you climbed you just registered every turn. Round and round you went, when one flight was climbed you tackled the next in an endless loop. Before long, you’d zoned out completely. Though your muscles were beginning to burn and your back aching you continued. By the time you got to the top floor you were winded and almost ready to pass out.

Your heartrate returned to normal within a few moments. you then ran out onto the roof nearly falling on your ass when you realized just how closely the fight was happening to where you were. A fireball zoomed past your head arching over the building and colliding with the one beside you. Thus started a domino effect as the building went down on another and so on and on.

 “Shit!”

 It took a few moments for you to recover. When you did you scurried to the edge of the building and dug into your pocket pulling one of many devices you carried with you at all times. Tapping a sequenced code into its exterior brought the drone, Dot, that was no bigger than the length of your finger alive. Using your phone, you tapped into the drone and entered the coded instructions.

 Dot purred indicating it had understood the command and was ready to comply. You raised your hand into the air and watched it take flight. With the implant in your behind your ear you were able to see what it saw. It enabled you to work faster as you got data instantaneously. As you took the ride with Dot you kept close eye on your wristwatch that relayed the date readings.

 Soon you had an aerial view of the fight. Superman shot rays out his eyes which only made brief impact with one of the creatures before it self-sealed the wound. He and Diana were taking turns working together to confuse them. Diana swung her lasso wrapping it around one of them. She used the side of a building as leverage to withstand the strength of her opponent. Another ray shot out of the creature, but Superman zoomed so fast through the air that you lost sight of him momentarily. All that remained was the red and blue blur of his suit.

 When you saw him next, he’d slammed into the electronic being sending it off balance. The beam it shot went right through the second creature’s head. As it dropped on top of a building you shot your hands into the air and cheered seeing your theory was correct. All the attention turned to you then. Several smaller drones were released from the hull of the creatures, and they all took flight toward you.

 “Shit!”

 Making quick work of the next commands to Dot you paid closer attention to the data coming in while keeping an eye on the incoming swarm moving toward you. Unwaveringly you focused on the task at hand. Sometimes you didn’t know if the way your brain regulated danger and fear was a blessing or a curse. It allowed you to stay calm under pressure and work faster, it also woke you up making you feel like you used more of your brain than humanly possible. Fear and danger did different things to you than it did to others you realized.

 The first drone reached you ready for attack. you dipped down grabbed a stray welded bar and swung sending it flying through the air.

 “Huh. I imagined that should have been harder.”

 Shrugging, you went back to your watch. The data you wanted was coming in and your excitement picked up. A sharp sting of pain caught you off guard. You’d gotten so caught up in the date that you didn’t register the remaining drones closing in for the kill. You swung the bar again but missed and all of them went in for the kill.

 Suddenly, a beam of red light went through all of them at once, dropping them.

“Ms. Dess, funny meeting you here of all places,” Superman said.

 “Ha. You know me.”

 He smiled. “You really shouldn’t be up here. It’s dangerous.”

 “Oh, I get that, but I need this data to end this once and for all.”

 “Diana has told me your theory. Do you think it will work?”

 “I more than think. I’m never wrong and this data I’m seeing proves it.”

 “What do you need me to do?”

 “Don’t let that thing interrupt me or Dot.”

 “Dot?”

 You pointed to your drone overhead and he nodded.

 “Understood.”

 With that he rocketed into the air and back to the two remaining creatures joining the fight with Diana. You zeroed in on what you needed to do, then called Vee.

 “It’s coming in hot Vee. Get it done.”

 “Got it. I’ll need five minutes.”

 “Your get two.”

 “So bossy!”

 You tapped into your watch trying to connect your implant to Terra, one of many disks you’d submerged into the earth’s surface around the world. If everything went smoothly, you’d be able to communicate with Dot and Terra at the same time to open the sinkhole. The pressure and gravity would take care of the rest while the machinery went haywire making them self-combust taking each other out. It was a flawless plan.

 “Now, Bia!”

 You took a deep breath and initialized the connection. Connecting subdural with one device took control but two simultaneously took strength and power. It always put you on your ass for a few hours afterward. It wasn’t pretty. You took a deep breath then went in. The electrical surge that coursed through you made your body tremble, so you exerted some more control to override impulse.

 Gritting your teeth, you proceeded to link the connection with Dot and Terra logging your consciousness into them to input the commands in. Long minutes ticked away and every one of them had an impact. You’d tested this for years and had only been able to sustain it for minutes tops.

 “Four minutes, Bia. Get out now or you’ll fry your brain.”

 Ignoring Vee, you dug deeper. You could hear fighting around you and knew Superman was probably holding the tide of new drones back.

 “I have you,” Superman grunted.

 For some reason, you felt secure knowing that.

 “Bia your vitals are plummeting. Get! Out!”

 “Al—most there.”

 Terra’s command center complied then connected to the others around the city. They were charging up to centralize the shock to your location. It was critical you got the coordinates precise. You’d have hell to pay with the Governor if you sank town square. Suddenly an image took over your mind. You were in a field of grass overlooking a cliff at the ocean. All around you, you heard battle cries, swords clashing, armor colliding together then the yodeling came. It sounded like tens, no hundreds of voices coming together as one making a war cry that brought tears to your eyes. You turned realizing then you were wearing golden armor over one of your shoulders, golden corseted armor across your bodice, thigh high boots and held a sword in one hand and a massive staff in the other.

 “Bia!”

 You dropped to one knee and recognized the strong coppery taste in your mouth. Blood.

 “You’re crashing!”

 Finishing the computation, you sent the order to execute.

 “It’s done.”

 Suddenly the ground around you trembled and broke apart. As the earth crumbled a sinkhole about a mile in radius opened up and down the creatures went. As they dropped their screech echoed around sending nearly all living mortal things to their knees. You gritted your teeth as your brain rattled. Again, you were transported back to that field. Before you, hundreds of women had their weapons raised yodeling. These were faces you recognized but didn’t know, faces of people you knew. You must have because the warmth rushing through you felt awfully like affection, pride and joy. You knew this place.

 Pain ricocheted through your midsection as you were hoisted into the air. A tentacle wrapped around your stomach and pulled you over the ledge of the building. It slowly registered that you were falling and being dragged along for the ride with one of those tentacled bastards. The sinkhole was getting closer and closer.

 “Fuck!”

 You were spent from your connection with the drones and had no more fight. Looking up, you saw Superman beaming down to you with his arm outstretched. As everything went in slow motion, you reached for him, but your hands didn’t touch. You remained just out of reach. His eyes glowed red and you closed yours not wanting to see your end. You could feel the shift in your surroundings. The coolness around you told you that you’d entered the earth’s surface.

 The rest seemed to happen within seconds. The heat of fire against your back made you scream out and squeeze your eyes tighter. It would be over soon you told yourself. Not a bad way to go out you thought. You’d done some good. Another image came to mind, and it was of you falling into murky water a color that you’d never seen before. It looked otherworldly. As you sank into it you smiled. A wave of calm took over though you should have felt terror. You knew you were courting death. Strong arms wrapped around you as the tight squeeze around your midsection subsided. Strong wind whipped across your skin and through your hair and with every few seconds it got colder.

 “Ms. Dess. Ms. Dess? Can you hear me?”

 Lite taps across your cheeks had you fluttering your eyes open. Deep azure ones peered back at you with so much concern.

 “Superman?”

 He sighed and the wrinkles in his brow evened out.

 “Thank god, I thought we lost you there.”

 You looked around you realizing you were among the clouds.

 “Oh my god.”

 “Hold tight, I’ll have you back on solid ground in a few,” Superman said.

 You obeyed and wrapped yourself tightly against him realizing then your legs were also wrapped around him quite intimately. He must have realized it at the same time you did because you felt his muscled frame tense as he cleared his throat and rocketed through the air. Once he put you on solid ground your knees buckled but you never crashed to the ground because Superman’s arms were around you again.

 “Are you all right?”

 “I just need my lab,” you panted.

 “Care for another ride?”

 You nodded as he picked you up once again and took off. This time you drifted off unable to fight the crash of your system.

  ~~~~~~

 -Two Days Later-

 You gasped for air as you bolted upright. It all was blurry but through the blur you could make out familiar things. The steady beep of the machine said your vitals were mostly back to normal. Slowly your sight returned to normal and when it did you saw you were still hooked up to and IV.

 “Uggh.”

 You yanked the needle out of your arm and pulled the leads off of your body which sent the monitors into chaos. Within seconds the door busted open and in stormed Vee.

 “Jesus Christ. Finally, you’re awake.”

 “Finally?”

 You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood.

 “Yes finally. You’ve been out for a long time,” Vee clarified.

 “How many hours this time?”

 You walked out of the room toward the pit.

 “Forty-Eight.”

 You stumbled and spun around to her. “2 days?”

 “Yep. 2 freaking days. You were dead to the world and going through some very creepy metamorphosis might I add.”

 “What do you mean?”

 “Come, I’ll show you,” Vee finished leading the way to the pit where you usually huddled around every device you owned and created. It was the information center of your lab.

 Once there you checked a few computers wanting to find out the status of town square.

 “Has the Governor demanded my head yet?”

 “No. Superman and Wonder Woman are taking all the blame.”

 You looked at her in shock. “Really?”

 She nodded then beamed a recording from the pad she held in her hands to the massive screen in the front of the room. The video began with Superman laying your shivering body down then your trusted medical team pouring in to attach every device to your body. As they did, none of the readings made any sense. The lights flickered, machines went out of whack then stopped working and had to be replaced three time.

 As they worked to stabilize you, you thrashed across the bed, screamed, and fought against yourself. It almost looked like you were possessed or going through some metamorphosis as Vee had said. The video progressed with your vitals never stabilizing. They went from dangerous to impossible for the human body. Several times through the video for it to make sense you should have flatlined. When you were left alone the audio picked up your mumblings, conversations with yourself in a language you didn’t know. One word in particular stuck out. You paused the video and replayed it over and over.

 “Matpa.”

 “What the hell is that?”

 Suddenly the answer came to you as if you’d known it your entire life.

 “Sword.”

 Vee stared at you as if you’d grown another head. “How do you know that?”

 You shrugged because you genuinely had no clue how you knew it, but you were sure of it.

 “What if you’re going through a memory that your subconscious has repressed? What if the only way for you to have access to it is in an unconscious state after massive cerebral shock?”

 That sounded plausible. For the first time in years, you felt hope. You didn’t know anything about who you were beyond your name and even that you weren’t sure about. Bia didn’t ring a bell; it didn’t feel like you. Sure, you’d made it your own over the years, but it only felt like a piece of you.

 “We should try it out,” you suggested.

 “What! No! Bia in order to try that out we have to replicate the same conditions you were under.”

 “Okay, we can do it.”

 “No! You were in a neural connection with 2 drones for over seven minutes. You were near brain dead Bia.”

 “I have you here this time.

 The ring of a bell paused your conversation.

 “Who’s that?”

 Vee put on the surveillance feed and standing at the lab entrance was Superman himself—well Clark Kent 2.0 to be exact.

 “It’s damn he sure cleans up nice,” Vee said making you laugh.

 “I’m going to change you can let him in and bring him to my office.”

 You walked away back to the room you’d woken in and went through the clothes you left there for nights you worked late. Deciding on a sky-blue ankle-length suit that hugged every curve you proceeded to clean yourself up a little and change. By the time you walked out and made it to your office, he’d been waiting for a little over ten minutes.

 “Mr. Kent, funny meeting you here of all places,” you said as you walked in and around to your desk.

Once in front of him, you watched his eyes rake over your body before coming back to your face. Bold, you thought.

“Ms. Dess.”

 “Or should I call you Mr. El?”

 He smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “If this were Krypton maybe but on Earth, I’m Clark. You know that.”

 “I must say I think I prefer Kal-El.”

 “Why?”

 “It rolls off the tongue better, and suits you better.”

 your eyes lingered while your speech faltered. He looked in thought.

 “I’m here to check on you. Are you all right?”

 You held your arms out then spun for him. “Quite alright. thank you.”

 “You don’t have one scratch or burn on you. Impressive.”

 “I’ve always been a good healer.”

 He nodded and then you decided you’d call hi, Kal-El.”

 “We may be on Earth, but I prefer Kal-El.”

 You came around and leaned against the front of your desk. “What can I help you with today, Kal-El?”

 He studied you longer. The look on his face was not an annoyed one, or a confused one. It was a pleased look. He was pleased.

 “Without you a few days ago I think things would have gone very differently. I’m here to thank you.”

 You smiled then nodded, “Always happy to help.”

 Silence returned to the room and neither of you rushed to fill it with words. Since you’d gotten to know of him then about him over the years, it had been like this. There was always this easy silence and comfort between you that never felt off.

 “Even if it does put your life in danger,” he said making no effort to hide the displeasure in his tone.

 “I do nothing more than you or the other meta-humans. Do what you can to save who you can. What makes me any different?”

 “You’re not a meta-human. You don’t have super speed, or strength of electricity, or even control over water. You are defenseless.”

 He almost sounded worried.

 “I may not have any of those things but in no way am I defenseless.”

 He cocked his head to the side as he took you in some more. “I have never known someone so—fearless, so brave. It is impressive—you’re impressive.”

 Your eyes lingered on his and something strange happened then, your heart did a double beat. You clapped your hand over your chest, but it only happed once. He lurched to you with his hand outstretched.

 “Are you all right?”

 He was beside you with his hand at the midway point of your back. His scent circled you and immediately reminded you of Bergamot, Cedar, and clean linen. The heat radiating off of his body was so intense your body instantly reacted. You felt the hairs along your body stand on ends, the oxygen in your lungs being sucked out and your entire body tingle and hum. It was the strangest thing you’d ever felt, but oddly enough it wasn’t off-putting.

 “I’m—I’m—all right.”

 “Are you sure? Sit for a moment.”

 He ushered you to a seat then kneeled in front of you peering into your eyes with so much tenderness you could have cried.

 “I’m okay.”

 He did not look convinced, but he did not press you further.

 “I think it’s because I haven’t eaten in two days.”

 “Okay. Let me take you to lunch. Or we could eat here, and you could show me your latest projects.”

 You smirked at his sweetness. “I accept, but I have a better idea for a location.”

 You smirked at the questioning look he gave you no doubt trying to figure out what you had up your sleeve.

To Be Continued.....

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so, here the translated fanfic of BO!Hiro

I tried my best!

DetCo OS #1

Pairing: HiroRei (kinda)

[First encounter]

-side ∅-

Shortly after the sound of gunfires; Furuya was able to pinpoint the location of the sniper. Hidden by an old iron door's shadow, he watches his target sweeping anything that might act as evidence conneted to them into a large bag.

The NPA police officer tightened silver gun in his hands before slowly sneak behide their back. As his arrival was expected, that mysterious figure turn quickly facing him with a rifle in hands ready to fire at any moment. If he responds a little too late by now, he probably got a bullet hole in his head as a souvenir to the next life.

They stood still for a long time. Furuya noticed that; though person in front of him didn't make any sound, they are in contact with someone. If they had friends around here, he had reinforcements prepared too. Examined the half hidden face under black cloth and hoodie, looking for any opportunity to use it to his advantage.

Suddenly, sound of running up steel stairs erupt. Its only draws their attention for a fraction of a second. Corner of his eyes, he saw the rifle's barrel move. Furuya shoot as a response. The bullet pierced trough the air bearly missed the sniper's head that ducked down. They turned over and drew their strong legs, kicks his ankle while he caught off guard, causing him to fall on the floor hard. Before carrying both rifle and the bag jumped off the building, quickly disappeared.

He hurriedly get up while suppress the pain. Hands grasp the edge of the wall for support, looking down at the street below, his eyes dart everywhere for that light-colored hoodie, but to no avail. They're gone.

'Damn...'

Furuya cursed, tried to remember their face. But only eyes weren't enough to identify someone.

He drops himself against the cold wall; shook his head to other officers whose followed him here, assure them that he was alright.

Even though he seens it with his own eyes that they had already cleaned the surrounding where they were. But he still ordered the forensic team to investicate the area just to be sure if anything comes up.

If we meet again, I swear; I won't let them escape again

-side ???-

When the sound of the triggers quiet down, Strong hands immediately grab the scattered equipments on the floor and began to pack into the bag. Because soon, the place where he is; will be the target instead.

Or get ready to deal with whoever hides behind that door.

.

FBI? CIA? Or will it be a Japanese police? Now he didn't care about that. If a person with vivid hair contrasts with the night, begins to move. His finger that resting on the trigger will not hesitate to shoot.

'My, are you having a hard time there?'

A sweet voice full of poison can be heard from the earpiece. That woman's watching them through a surveillance camera somewhere.

'I'm guessing, that young man hasn't seen your face yet?'

Silent, not saying anything for the officer to hear, and risk recognizing his voice. Despite frustrating sound at the end of the line

'Hurry up and get out'

The light-colored eyes slightly widened, confuesd. Why? Can't I just shoot him down? But he can only listen.

'I know, I know…but we have to use him to play his role'

Plans of the above again, It's useless to questions.

He wants to sigh all the air out of his lungs, but he must find a way to escape from this person in front of him first.

And it seems that luck is on his side. The sound of footsteps hitting the steel stairs broke the tension between them. When those ocean-blue eyes move, even so little as to be barely noticeable is enough.

He drew his weapon back. Dodge a handgun bullet that passes a few centimeters over his head, proceeds to kick opponent in his right ankle.

Dosen't cares how that person falls, arms lift rifle resting on his stiff shoulder. Ran to the bag that was prepared before hand; makes sure to collect it, then jump over the walls of the building onto the balcony from the rooftop to the ground. Before quickly moves and vanishes into the darkness without wasting time looking back at all.

.

'Vermouth'

When leaving the scene far enough. Black cloth that covering his lower face was pulled down. A sharp face adorned with thin beard on the chin and both jawlines appear.

He let out a deep, low-pitched roar at the other end of the line; irritated.

'Still kicking, as expected'

A carefree voice respones.

As she heard a heavy sigh, stopped then continued.

'Sorry, but you have to gently play with him for now.'

'…dying is the limit, then'

He makes a cold smile. At least next time they met, he would have other options besides escaping with empty hands.

Soft laughter as if looking at something entertaining can be heard.

'Have fun~'