#he knows to wait for me to grab the back of his harness to break his fall before he jumps off

[fidgetspringer]

Today we learned not to trust ice bridges.

[writersdrug]

Training for Two

Chapter 3. New Trails

Masterlist

Summary: You and Riley take the beaten path to defeat boredom. Simon realizes that the seed of his new obsession has been planted.

Warnings: mild cursing, obsessive behavior

Simon had never told you how long he'd be gone - which was fine, your flat was only a twenty-minute drive from his home, should you need to do laundry or get more soap. You had some freelancing logo-design work you could focus on in your downtime, and Simon had been gracious enough to leave a note on the coffee table with the wifi password. Truth be told, you imagined this would feel like a holiday: no more shitty bosses. You were your own boss, here. You could make your own schedule, as long as you made time for Riley.

You soon discovered, after moving into Ghost's house, that it was very much not a vacation. The interior of his home was so barren that it made you feel like you had been sent to an asylum. On your first day there, you managed to get a bit of freelance work done; after that, you tried watching the telly, but you couldn't drown the heavy restlessness in the back of your mind.

You decided to phone a friend.

"What's Riley like?" Leslie said through the phone, which was tucked under your ear.

"Military dog." You replied. You were lying on the floor next to Riley, stroking her fur as her head rested on your stomach. "So proper, I've never seen anything like it. You know- when I made breakfast today, I dropped some food on the linoleum- she didn't bat an eye. Girl just watched."

"That's amazing... you know Donald would have run to it like it was the first meal he'd been fed in years."

You laughed, making Riley's head bounce on your abdomen. "Mum has got to stop feeding them real food..."

"What about the client?" Leslie said, changing the subject. "Simon, was it? What's he like?"

"Honestly?" You began, scratching between Riley's ears. "A decent guy, don't get me wrong - but bland. Gruff. His apartment is, too."

"Just like ya mum always said." She snickered. "Can I see?"

You sighed. "Nah, I never checked if it was ok to bring people over. Not sure if he'd appreciate me giving you a tour. But I'll ask next time if you can visit."

"That's fair..." You heard her shuffling around on the other end of the line. "Well listen babes, I should get back to work. Got five left on my lunch break."

You groaned at the prospect of having to be alone in Simon's barren home again. "Alright... still on for this Thursday?"

"You know it! Nina's coming too."

You grimaced. "Whoop-tee-doo..."

"Oh, c'mon, I'll make sure she's civil. Love ya."

"She'd better be. Love you!"

The call ended with a click, and you let the phone slide from your shoulder with a sigh. You stared at the ceiling, running through what you could possibly do. You'd already had a shower at your flat before coming here, you'd done plenty of work...

Riley tilted her head up to look at you, sensing your frustration. You looked back down at her.

"What d'you and Simon do all day?" You asked.

She sighed and looked away.

Maybe it was time for a walk.

"Alright, Riley!" You said, pocketing your phone and sitting up. She scrambled up at the sudden movement; her eyes followed your every move as you stood, her stare expectant and excited.

"Fancy a walk?" You asked.

She whined and yapped, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

You chuckled. "C'mon, then - before you and I both start going insane."

On your way to the closet to fetch her leash, she had nearly knocked you down to beat you there. You huffed, leaning down to grab your shoes and tug them on. She sat (im)patiently and watched, her tail slapping against the wooden floor.

"Alright, alright..." You laughed, grabbing her leash and latching it onto her harness. She obediently trotted to the front door and sat, waiting for you. You opened the door and stepped outside, confused when the leash tugged in your hand. You looked back inside and saw that Riley hadn't moved from her seat on the floor. She looked at you, ears forward and eyes eager as she waited for... something.

You looked at her, puzzled. "What's wrong, girl?"

She whined, pointing one foot up and thumping her tail against the floor.

Oh, right. Military dog.

"Okay, Riley." You said clearly, and she happily trotted out the door. You chuckled, locking the deadbolt behind you and beginning the much needed walk. She stuck right by your side, never passing you nor falling behind.

For the kind of gruff, admittedly shady man that Simon was, you noticed that he lived in a pretty nice area. If you told your mum where he lived, she'd blow a cap out of jealousy - the houses were neatly lined down the street, each one with a driveway and a small garden bed underneath the living room windows. Simon's was noticeably bare - Christ, even his grass was thinner than the other neighbors', how does one manage that?

You eyed his empty garden bed as you passed it. You wondered if he would let you plant a few things... just to liven up the drabness. A couple of Hostas, maybe some African Violets... you knew he wouldn't want too much colour, but he definitely needed something to brighten his home. Currently, it stuck out like a sore thumb against the other houses. Not to mention, it would give you something to slice through the boredom of staying here.

Eventually, the sidewalk led to the edge of a small patch of woods. A bridge stretched over the creek, which then led to a longer, winding path through the trees. You came to a halt, reading the sign next to the trail.

"Po-wee-hee-co park..." You mumbled and Riley stared at you with her tongue hanging from the side of her mouth. "Poeheko Park? You ever been here?"

She looked between you and the trail, sniffing the air. She licked her lips and whined.

"Suppose not, Simon's only ever dragged you around the block a few times, huh?"

She eyed the trail warily, but you could see her eyes brimming with eagerness and interest. You chuckled, reigning in her leash and starting over the bridge. "Time for an adventure!"

Simon sat stoically on the heli, eyes fixed on the wall across from him. His palms rested on his thighs, fingers splayed. He appeared calm and collected, focused on the mission that Priced had debriefed not too long ago.

Except, the mission couldn't have been further from his mind. He was thinking about you and Riley. We're you giving her enough attention? That was a dumb question; clearly you knew how much attention a dog needed. You'd done this before... but had you ever worked with a dog that had certain needs and medications? You never mentioned it during the interview, and he didn't remember to ask. What if you couldn't see the signs when Riley's pain was flaring up? What if you had forgotten that she needed pain medication?

He thought about texting you - but he quickly shut the thought down. He'd reserved texting for emergencies only, and he knew you were good at your job. There wasn't a moment of your life you hadn't spent around dogs, of course you would take perfect care of Riley.

"Honin' in, LT?" Soap's voice echoed through the coms as he took the seat opposite from Simon. He was relaxed, as if this was just another Friday for him - well, Simon supposed, it was.

"Always." Simon replied gruffly, focusing back on the mission at hand. He cleared his throat and flexed his fingers, trying to keep a cool composure.

"How's Riley doin'?" Soap asked. "Know I jus' seen 'er a few days ago, but- ye finally cave n' get someone to pet sit?"

Simon grunted. "'Course. Not gonna leave 'er alone that long, it'd be torture."

"Who'd ye get?"

"What's it to you?"

"Secret service? Ye snag one of the Royal Guards fer the job?"

"Jog on, Soap." Simon warned with a serious look, and Soap raised his hands in defense.

He couldn't tell Johnny about you. A fierce, possessive feeling in his chest told him not to. He knew Johnny had a thing for young, pretty things like you, and he refused to let you fall victim to his desires. In fact, he hated the thought of it.

But- who was he? Why was he being so protective over someone he barely knew? You were an adult, perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Why should Simon cockblock you and Johnny? So what if he wanted to shag you?

Mentally, he shook his head. No. Never. He'd lock you in his house if it meant keeping Jonny away from you. Even if Simon wasn't anything more than your client, he wasn't going to allow Johnny to get close to you. It would be too weird. You're his, after all.

...

Fuck.

He sighed and adjusted his position in his seat. You and Johnny didn't even know each other, for Christ's sake. He was overthinking all of this. You'd probably never even meet his team, why would you need to? You only ever have reason to spend time in his house, not on base. You just watch Riley, make breakfast in his kitchen, sleep on his couch, maybe his bed, if you're with the dog... using his bathroom, his shower...

He scowled at himself. Maybe hiring you was a huge mistake. You were too distracting.

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[yeyinde]

thinking of big gross simon once more 😔

he’s just so fucking huge imagine him finally getting his precious girl home with him one night after work. he didn’t ask, obviously, just slipped a little smth extra into the tea he made her! it took her no time to fall straight into his arms

the ride back to his cabin has to be excruciating for him,, imagine having to keep his attention on driving when his girl is sat next to him. the urge to pull over and take you apart right tugged on him every couple minutes

when he does finally pull up imagine him gently peeling off your seatbelt and shifting your weight into his beefy arms uggghhhhhh 😖😖 his chest pressed against your side as he placed you down on the couch. takes him no time to go back out to the truck and grab what he needs,, a thick pair of leather cuffs and a chain.

maybe he traps her arms, hooking the chain into a loop on the floor. he does it so she won’t hurt herself trying to fight back, it takes nothing for him to put you in your place. the thought of getting too rough and breaking his favorite toy so soon didn’t rest easy with him… gotta keep her safe

or maybe he traps her legs, cuffs wrapped around her ankles. can’t have his little bird trying to escape the nest!! not until she’s finally trained! stops you from kicking or running from him, perfect to keep your legs together tight… but maybe seeing your limbs pressed together like that does something to him, makes his blood boil in a way no one else ever has 😏

big bloody hands rub your body down, mapping out every part before you even wake up. he can’t wait to break you in

-🧸 i’m horny.

ohhhhhh yeah. yes to all of this. i saw this tiktok a while back about this girl who was going skydiving or something. and the instructor was getting her harness on, and when he knelt down to do the straps on her thighs, he was basically eye-level with her. it fucked with me so good.

and now i can't stop imagining poor reader frantically searching for an escape after he chained you to the wall only to see Simon stagger back over with ankle straps in hand, drop to his knees in front of you, and suddenly you're eye-level with him. or the top is his head comes up to your chin and it's like. well. okay 🫠 guess i'm staying.

he probs secretly starts taking things from the slaughterhouse, too. hooks, chains. chain hoist. block and tackle. stockpiles it in his cabin for you. has everything prepared because this isn't a spur of the moment thing. everything is meticulously thought out. planned. has your routine memorised the first week of knowing you. no changes. home, work. groceries on the weekend. might stray to the odd friend's house on occasion. but it's shockingly easy to narrow your world down into home and his shop. even easier to tell everyone in town that you went back to home for a little while.

to your honeymoon, as he calls it, mockingly. mean. and you come to the horrifying realisation that he's more cunning than you gave him credit for when you ask why he's doing this, and he plainly says that he just wanted you. and so, he took you. simple as. old school prison mentality. finders keepers.

but don't worry. he'll give you a better one later on when you come back to town as a Riley.

you just have to learn how to behave.

[justlemmeadoreyou]

breeding kink-blurb*

Summary: The one by @harrysonlylover had me dizzy so I couldn't help but write this

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: breeding kink (duh), name calling, degradation, creampie, cum-play, use of a plug

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Maybe it was the way he had seen you with the children on Christmas. Or maybe it was the way one of them accidentally called you mama, and you almost cried with happiness.

Either way, he was a man on a mission.

Ever since you got home, he wasn't the talkative self he regularly is. Rather, he was quite quiet, thinking, pondering over something with his lower lip between his fingers.

"You know, I've been thinking" he said, while you were doing your nightime routine. You were applying lotion on your hands when he spoke up, and your gazes met in the mirror.

"Yeah?"

"Let's have a baby"

It caught you off guard, hands stopping working immediately. Your eyes widened, lips parting open as you stared at him through the mirror. His expression was contrary to yours, looking so serious, and like a man on a mission.

"A baby?"

"Yeah. It'll be good. I'm home for a longer time now, and till the time you get pregnant, I'll draw up a plan with my team so I can stay at home as much as possible. For the next few years, at least."

Your heart somersaulted in your chest at his words. Your husband, the man who lived for singing in front of millions of people, was willing to take a few steps back to make a family with you.

With you.

You nodded after a few seconds, already closing the bottle and keeping it away. You had been together for a while, and money wasn't a aproblem. You worked from home too, and it was the perfect oppourtunity.

For him to breed you.

"Yeah?" he asked again, and you replied, "Yeah. It's a good idea."

You climbed on the bed, sitting beside him and pulling the duvet over your bodies. He was already half naked, his chest bare with his cross necklace lying between his pecs.

"Hm. Thought so. Saw you today with those children. And when that one called you mama-" he was cut off by a slap to his shoulder, and your cheeks turned red as you blushed.

"I couldn't help it, okay? She was so sweet-and called me mama-" you fonded over the memory, "I didn't pick her up and bring her home with me to keep forever. You should be thankful for that" you said, and he grabbed the back of your neck, his lips coming towards yours.

"Oh I am. And I'll be thankful for the baby you're going to give me too"

His hands grabbed your waist, getting a firm grip before pulling your body down, flat on the bed. He breaks away from the kiss, your foreheads touching as his hands fumble with the string of your sweatpants. He pulls them down hastily, along with your panties. Your hands grab at his hair, lifting your hips up as they make contact with his throbbing, leaking tip. You wince as he thrusts forward, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Patience, love. Gonna give it to you good, yeah?" he promises and pulls his pants and boxers down. He's throbbing as he grips himself, his rings making contact with his hard length, making him groan.

"Fuck, got me so hard just by thinking of breeding you. Cum inside you and push it in, again and again, till it catches"

He lines it up with your slit, and you wrap your legs around his slim waist. His tip pushes past your lips, your pussy opening up to take him in. He slowly pushes in with a low groan, eyes shut in ecstasy.

"Fuck, so tight. My little breeding slut, aren'ya? Jesus, can't wait to see you full of my babies"

He pushes into the hilt, and you can feel him in your stomach. Slow, deep, so fucking deep thrusts that make you feel like he is rearranging your guts.

"So deep-so fucking deep, Har-" you grip his hips, a firm one, and he grabs your hands, pinning them above you as he fucks you with reckless abandon. His angry tip pushes its way in again and again, kissing the back of your cervix with each thrust. Your toes curl as you get wetter and wetter around his prick, his cock soaked in your essence.

"Dirty girl. Roaming around wanting a baby. Could've just told me" he grips the column of your throat, mind shutting down as he squeezes lightly.

"One word and you could've had my cum in your pretty pussy every day till I knocked you up" his words rang in your ear, tears forming at your eyes, from how fucking good it felt.

He pulls back, making you wince and you look up at him with blown-out eyes, your legs open wide. He grabs the back of your knees, pushing your legs together and towards your chest, and you hold them there as he gets you in position to go even deeper as if he wasn't balls-deep already.

Grabbing your breasts through the thin shirt, he holds them as leverage as he pushes back in, going so fucking deep this time, tears fall down your cheeks. The angle is so perfect-his cock reaching places that have your mind going fuzzy.

"S'too deep-Harry-"

"Shh," he brings one hand to your lips, pushing one finger in and making you suck on it, "keep that pretty mouth shut, yeah? Let daddy fill you up"

You nod like a dumb puppy, letting him use you however he wants. Your moans, whimpers, and cries of his name fill the room as he fucks you relentlessly. Tears staining your cheeks and your wetness staining his cock and balls, it has never felt this good.

"Harry-har-I'm close" you pant, and his hands come to your swollen clit. He strikes it without remorse, making you jolt and his cock to twitch. You cry out as you cum instantly, squirting all over him.

There's wetness everywhere-the amount making his eyes go wide as his cock twitches, and he begins to leak inside you.

There's so much of it-his cum as well as yours. He fills your pussy up, angling your hips above so it doesn't escape, as he cums inside you, filling you up with his seed.

His thrusts don't stop throughout. Just slow down, keeping his promise of fucking his cum into you.

He slows down after a while, bringing a hand up to wipe tears off your cheeks. He pulls out eventually, the amount of wetness surrounding his cock keeping it impossible to keep himself in.

His fingers come to your lips, scooping up the cum that's trying to escape. He uses two ring-clad fingers and pushes it back in, making you whimper from oversimulation.

"Hold it in, yeah? I'll go and get a plug"

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[zyxoxox]

a new face on sixth street.

wise x reader || 1k wc

in which wise is very focused on solely his proxy and manager duties, and is definitely not intrigued by your move to sixth street.

note: new blog, new beginnings! it’s been so long since i’ve written anything, i feel like i’ve forgotten how. wise has been rattling around in my head nonstop for the last two weeks, so here’s some indulgence~

a deep breath.

you needed one; lifting boxes to your flat was the most work you’d ever done in your life. mr.chop was helping, for you’d moved into the room just behind his shop, but it was still a bit much.

sitting down on the ground for a break, you scanned your surroundings. so this was sixth street. quite kind, quite warm- it was new, but you had a feeling you’d like it.

opposite to your door seemed to be the side of a shop. what was it? random play?

“har, ya interested in the video shop?”

mr.chop appeared in front of you, snapping you out of your thoughts. you nodded, and his eyes suddenly lit up, seemingly with an idea.

“you know what? you should take a break to meet the managers! they are your age, you know, and- don’t tell them i said this- but they don’t really talk to anyone but each other i think. yes, yes, this will be good! they ordered some noodles too, you can go give it to them. you will be neighbours after all!”

>>-<<

a deep breath.

wise found himself having to take one when he saw the new face in front of him.

he really had no clue why. was it because you were a new customer? the video store’s business was quite fragile, more people meant it was getting better, so naturally he was excited. that was it, right? right?

the girl walked past all the shelves, scanning their contents, but also seemingly looking for something. she had a bag of noodles from mr.chop’s, which smelt eerily like his own favourite flavour.

“can i help you?”

she jumped, with a bewildered look on her face. wise looked at her widened eyes, and the way she held her hands close to her chest in alarm, and found himself needing to take another breath.

“ah, y-yes! i’m looking for the managers of this store. these noodles are for them, mr.chop asked me to bring it to them.”

another breath.

really, what had gotten into him today? was it because she had come looking specifically for him? wait, no, no, what kind of reason was that?! he was the manager of the store, of course people would look for him!

“well, you’re in luck. you are looking at him right now.”

her eyes lit up. “really! i’m [name], it’s nice to meet you. i’ve moved into the flat just next to this store, so in a way, it’s like we’re neighbours! here, take the noodles. they’re fresh, better eat them when their hot.”

wise reached out to grab it from you. for a fraction of a second, the tip of your fingers touched- it could barely be computed as skin contact, and yet wise felt it through his whole system. the pits of his stomach did a flip, his chest nearly jumped! for the goddamn life of him, he couldn’t think of why?

you were having thoughts of your own. who was this guy? he looks so cool, so handsome? his voice is so clear, why’d he stop talking? would getting a membership to this place mean seeing him m-

“thank you for the delivery , miss [name]. my sister and i are really grateful.”

shit, you were still holding your hand out, even though it no longer had the bag! hastily, you put both you hands behind your back, nodding awkwardly.

your mind was blank for things to say, so you looked around. the shelves were stocked with all sorts of movies and records. you could spot your favourites, as well as titles you’d never heard of before.

“it’s a lovely store you’ve got,” you amused. “quite fitting for you, i should think.”

he raised an eyebrow. “oh? what do you mean by that?”

you felt your cheeks heat up. yeah, what did you mean by that?

“it’s just, this store seems cozy and safe, and you have the composure of someone you’d feel like talking to about anything, you know? i mean it in a good way, really! the store gives off the same energy as you do, and anyone could feel your presence here even if you were away.”

he was silent for a couple of seconds. had you said too much? before your thoughts could go overboard, he broke into a soft laugh. it was so crisp, you found yourself wondering if any of the tapes had a recording of it you could loop for hours.

“well, i’m glad i’ve left a good reputation on you, miss [name]. i hope to see you- ahem, your patronage often.”

“right! and i hope to see you around too, mister manager!”

you waved and turned to leave. barely a day in sixth street and your heart already hummed with a new crush. opening the door, the fresh breeze made a poor attempt to cool down the warmth you felt all over. then suddenly, you remembered-

“your name! mister manager, i don’t know your name!”

he had a soft smile, steadfast and enduring. “it’s wise, miss [name]. i was wondering if you wanted to know,” he shook his head, grinning. you mentally cursed at yourself. how could you forget something so basic!

he walked closer, with a movie tape in his hand. you caught a glimpse of it- Life Before the Hollow; presumably a history documentary. his eyes locked with yours, and he stuffed it in your hand. “consider this a welcome gift.”

he seemed to want to say more, but he didn’t.

you inspected the record in your hands, and the boy who gave it to you. you shouldn’t get your hopes up, and yet-

“i guess i have no choice but to come back again now, mister manager wise! you’d best be here when i do!”

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Not Allowed: Part Two

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Now that you and Bucky are together, it doesn't seem like anything can ruin your good mood. That is until Brandon comes back with a vendetta against your new boyfriend.

PART ONE

Squares Filled: accidental feelings (2020) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

All you can think about is Bucky’s lips on yours and his hand on your ass. What he said that night was true: you weren’t enjoying your date with Brandon. He’s arrogant, only thinks about himself, loves to hear himself talk, and is a complete douche. Bucky is everything Brandon isn’t. Bucky is sweet, caring, thoughtful, and very bold. If your years of flirting told you anything, Bucky is a cheeky flirt but only for you. 

He doesn’t do that to anyone else in the office.

You avoided Bucky the entire weekend to gather your thoughts and prepare yourself to see him. He texted you a couple of times but understood you might need your space, especially when he knows he might have overwhelmed you. You pull into the parking lot on Monday morning with a racing heart and sweaty palms. The second you get out of your car, you feel his presence behind you. He must have been waiting for you to show up even though you’re one of the only ones who show up before everyone else.

Bucky’s body heat radiates off him so much that you can feel it on your skin even though you’re wearing clothes. He doesn’t have to say anything to make you aware of how he’s feeling. He grabs your waist and turns you so you’re facing him, and he leans down to kiss you. His lips are only on yours for a few seconds before you pull away with a nervous giggle.

“Do I make you nervous?”

“Yes. You’re very intimidating… in a good way,” you quickly add.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he chuckles and backs up to give you some space. “I want to take you out tonight. What do you say? Will you go on a date with me?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you smile.

You lock your car and the two of you walk to the police station together. You walk ahead of him to get to your desk and he not-so-subtly checks your ass out in your dress.

“I have got to say, that dress is working for you. You look gorgeous.”

You look down at the frilly dress you bought this weekend. It’s baby pink with white flowers on it, and it’s completely appropriate for work. You wiggle your hips to make it shake and Bucky laughs.

“Thank you. It’s new.”

Bucky winks at you as he walks to the back where his desk is. You immediately get to work and sort through your emails as the rest of the officers file into the building. You greet them all like you do every morning, smiling at Sam when he walks in.

“Hey, how was your weekend?”

“Probably not better than yours,” he grins. “I hear two certain someones are together now?”

“Wow, word travels fast here, huh?”

“Well, it’s hard not to when our desks are so close together. Not that I’m surprised. You two have always had that spark. I’m kind of jealous if I’m being honest.”

“I didn’t know you wanted Bucky like that,” you joke.

“Har-har,” Sam rolls his eyes with a smile. “No, I never had that connection with anyone before. Look at me, I’m thirty-eight and still single.”

“Don’t stress about it. It’s going to happen. You’re a great guy who deserved someone equally as great.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

Sam heads to his desk to begin his work day while you finish checking your emails. It takes an hour to get through all of them, and you close the browser once you’re done. You lean back to take a small five-minute break when the front doors to the station open. Brandon storms inside with an angry look on his face, and you immediately stand up in shock.

“Brandon, what--”

“Where is Officer Barnes?” he sneers.

Someone clears their throat from behind you, and you look to see Bucky leaning on the door frame that separates the lobby and the officers’ desks.

“Right here.” Bucky walks to your desk and stands next to it. Has he been there the entire time? “Can I help you?”

Brandon takes out the ticket that he issued him on Friday along with the bill from his mechanic. He practically throws the two pieces of paper in his face, and you watch as they flutter to the counter.

“My taillight wasn’t fucking broken. I went to the mechanic who told me everything was fine.”

Bucky crosses his arms which makes his arms look bigger than they are. If you’re being honest, he looks hot right now, especially in his uniform. His police belt fits snugly around his waist, and his ass looks good in the black slacks they provide for him.

“They were broken when I looked at them.”

This only pisses Brandon off more.

“You’re going to pay my mechanic bill!”

“Sir, you need to calm down.”

Again, Brandon rages at how calm Bucky is. How were you ever on a date with this guy? He never showed this type of anger when it was just the two of you.

“This is so fucking stupid! This entire place is crawling with corrupt cops.” Brandon’s wild eyes land on your wide ones. He raises his hand and points a crooked finger at you while taking a step toward you. “You’re no fucking better.”

Bucky jumps into action, grabs his outstretched arm, and pins it behind his back. He slams Brandon facedown onto your desk, and you jump at the sudden action. Bucky reaches behind him and grabs his handcuffs so he can slap them on Brandon’s wrists.

“Don’t you point your fucking finger at her. You need to calm down before you get arrested,” Bucky threatens.

You watch Bucky handle the situation with ease, and you bite your lower lip in thought. The commotion catches the attention of a few officers, and Sam rushes into the main lobby.

“What is going on here?”

“Take him to holding,” Bucky says and yanks Brandon upright. Sam knows better than to question Bucky right now. He grabs Brandon’s arm and escorts him out of the room. You quickly turn and leave the main lobby to gather your thoughts. “Doll, wait!” Bucky follows you to an empty hallway. “Hey, don’t worry. He won’t hurt you.”

“That’s not it,” you shake your head.

“What is it?”?” he asks. He steps closer to you. “What are you thinking about?”

“That was hot,” you say with a blush.

Bucky smirks and places his left hand on the wall, semi-trapping you there.

“Oh, yeah?”

You give him a shy nod, and he cups your jaw with his right hand. His hand is so big that it rests mostly on your neck, and he still has enough room to rub his thumb on your skin. He pulls you closer and kisses you. He’s so magnetic and surrounds you in everything you do. This time, you embrace the kiss instead of pulling away from him.

Brandon spent the entire day in lockup and was let go before your shift ended. Like what Bucky has done so many times before, he waits for you to get off just so he can walk you to your car. He can make the excuse he doesn’t want Brandon to come back and hurt you, but it’s really so he can spend more time with you.

“Thank you for walking me to my car,” you smile at him.

“Anytime, Doll. I’ll pick you up at eight, okay?”

“Okay.”

You and Bucky go your separate ways, and you drive home wondering where Bucky is going to take you. What kind of man is Bucky? Where would he take a girl on the first date? You get home an hour and a half before Bucky wants to pick you up, so you have time to take a shower and change into something cuter. You have a knee-length dress with pockets that you’ve been wanting to wear that you think would be perfect for this. 

Once you’re done with your shower, you do your hair and makeup before getting dressed. You’ve just finished when you hear someone knock on your door. You check the final look in the mirror by the front door before opening it. 

Bucky is out of his police uniform and decided to wear something more casual. His jeans hug his ass perfectly, his muscles are well defined in the thin Henley he threw on, and his hair is tousled perfectly. He takes one look at you and whistles lowly in appreciation. 

“Damn. You look amazing.”

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Shall we?” he offers his arm.

“Of course.”

You take his arm, and he leads you to his Mercedes AMG GT. His house is only twenty minutes from your place, but it feels longer with Bucky’s hand on your thigh for the entire trip. You really like him, you’re just so nervous around him. Flirting with him is way different than allowing him into your life like this. You’ve been burned before, so you’re a bit cautious when it comes to guys you let in. You don’t want to ruin this thing you have with Bucky because of your nerves so you’re going to take it one step at a time.

Bucky reaches his house with ease and pulls into his driveway. 

“I hope you don’t mind a night in.”

“Actually, I really like that. It’s just us.”

“Exactly,” he smiles.

You’ve never seen the inside of his place despite knowing him for two years. He’s always been a private person which you valued. It’s tough to know what he’s thinking at times, which makes him even more mysterious than usual. His house is very minimalistic with very few pictures on the wall and not a lot of things to suggest that someone lives here. Your place is the complete opposite because you have pictures and trinkets everywhere in your house.

“I’m going to cook for you tonight. I figure some good food, delicious wine, and some slow music would make the perfect first date.”

“You’re making me blush,” you chuckle and touch your heated cheeks.

“That’s good, yeah?” he chuckles and leads you to the kitchen.

“Yeah.”

The kitchen is very clean and large with a large kitchen island in the middle of the room. He grabs a bottle of your favorite wine and pours two glasses. You’re not much of a cook so you’re content with sitting here and watching him do all of the work. While you take your spot at the kitchen island, Bucky gets to work cooking.

Bucky at work in his police uniform is very attractive, but seeing him barefoot in his own kitchen cooking expertly is a sight in itself. He looks so calm compared to the hard act he puts on at work. Sure, you two flirt, but he doesn’t really smile much unless it’s with you. Here, he’s free to be himself and it shows.

His muscles flex whenever he chops the food up, and you can see his back muscles move when he is flipping the food in the pan. You're already halfway done with your wine when he is almost done cooking, and you decide to pace yourself before you get a bit too tipsy and ruin this. Your fingers dance along the rim of the glass as you admire him.

“Do I have something on my face?” he chuckles and plates the food.

“Have I ever told you how attractive you are?”

“Once or twice.”

“Well, you are.”

“Are you a lightweight? Do you need some water?”

“No, I can hold my alcohol. I’m just… happy.”

Bucky smiles but doesn’t say anything as he finishes with the plate. He cooked something you’ve never had before but are willing to try.

“That’s all I ever want you to be with me,” he says honestly. “Food’s ready.”

You grab the wine and he takes the food to the dining room where there is a big table meant for ten or more people. But tonight, it’s just you two so he takes the end seat and the one to the right of it.

“I hope you like it. It’s something new I tried a couple of days ago. I figure the best person to try it out would be you.”

You cut into your food and take a bite, and you almost moan at how good it tastes. 

“This is so fucking good. You’re really good at cooking. Have you ever taken classes?”

“No, my mom taught me everything I know. After she died, I really started getting serious about it to keep her memory alive.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“Yeah, she always cooked this vegetable soup every week in high school. It didn’t matter what I had planned. I wanted to be home to eat it.”

“She sounded amazing,” you smile and take another sip of your wine.

“She was. You would have liked her.”

“So, what were you like in high school? Would I have talked to you?”

“I was a bit of a player,” he chuckles nervously. “I don’t think you would have gone for me but I would have definitely gone for you.”

“I don’t know. Bad boys were kind of my forte.” You smirk mischievously and eat some more. “I was a book girl who did her school work. I guess I wanted someone like you to come in and sweep me off my feet.”

“Am I doing it now?”

“Oh, you are definitely doing it now,” you laugh.

You and Bucky fill the rest of the meal with light chatter about both your pasts until you’re both done with your food. He takes your hand and leads you to the living room so you can move this party to the couch.

“Have you always been like this? Where are pictures of your friends and family? It looks so bare.”

“I never had any need to put pictures up.”

“What about your family? Your mom?”

“Yeah, I have pictures in the basement. Everything about me is down there. I just never had any desire to put them up.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll liven this place up in no time,” you grin and sip your wine.

Bucky gently takes the glass from you when you’re done and places both yours and his on the sleek coffee table. He leans back onto the couch and pulls you closer by your hips. You’re not quite on his lap but close enough to where you can sit on it with one move. He slides his right hand in your hair and pulls you into him so he can kiss you. 

Kissing him feels like Heaven because he knows exactly what he’s doing. His lips move expertly over yours and his tongue swipes against your lower lip. You open your mouth to let him in, and he moves his hands over your hips to pull you onto his lap.

“Wait, wait,” you pulls away with a pant.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Like I said before, you’re kind of intimidating and I’m kind of nervous. Can we just lay here tonight? Just me and you?”

“Of course. I never want to make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“Thank you,” you smile and peck his lips.

Bucky shifts on the couch so that he’s lying flat on it, and you lay your entire body over his like a small child would do with their parent. Bucky runs his hands up and down your back gently and you put your ear over his heartbeat since its rhythm calms you.

What you have with Bucky is rare and you don’t want to mess it up by going too fast. He’s too important to you.

x

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[blondeboyfriend]

𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Erwin Smith x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Soooo this is an oldie from 2021. I only did some light editing so if this fic has an amateur hour feel... that's because it does. [ SYNOPSIS ] A solo training session goes to shit when you get stuck in a tree. [ WORD COUNT ] 1.6k [ CONTENT ] PWP in the purest sense, stuckage, dubcon, y/n gets her ass ate, Erwin kisses you post-ass eating, dumbification (Erwin), knife play, size kink, creampie, I don't even know how this whole situation would work physically so just enjoy the ride.

“Shit!”

Launching yourself into a tree was never on your list of things you were desperate to experience. That list was reserved for things like outdrinking Moblit, slaying 100 titans unassisted, and planting a big wet kiss on your comrade Erwin. Nowhere on this hypothetical list was such a sad spectacle.

At least you were training, it's not like you were outside the walls where this would be a deadly issue. No, this was just woefully embarrassing.

“Damn.”

You tugged at your equipment and came to the crippling realization that you were totally stuck.

“You gotta be kidding me,” you muttered. “This is great. I love this for me.”

Shimmying around didn’t help and using the tree as leverage and kicking yourself backwards just slammed you back into the tree. Blood dripped from your nose as you tried to rub the pain away.

At least you were upright.

“Come on, come the fuck on,” you whined, bouncing up and down.

You were hovering just above the ground, it wouldn’t be that bad of a drop. Sure you’d bruise your ass and walk around funny for a day or two, but it beat swinging around in a tree hoping someone would come by and rescue you.

You continued to bounce but it was no use. Your harness might as well have been one with the tree.

“So… This is it. This is how I die.”

Your legs dangled in the air. You tried one last time to break the branch by bouncing, but nothing came of it.

“Everything okay over there?”

You perked up at the sound of a deep, silky voice in the distance. Erwin crested over the hill, your predicament on full display.

“Hi,” you said, waving pathetically. “I’m, uh, just hanging.”

“I can see that,” he said, making his way over to you. “Dare I ask how this happened?”

“I was training too vigorously obviously.”

He gave you a warm laugh. “I can see that. I’m sure the Commander will be proud.”

You held your hands to your cheeks with mock surprise.

“You think so?!”

Erwin smiled and patted your leg. He was eye level with your crotch. Something in his expression was unsettling. You were never great at reading Erwin, but this was a look you were completely unfamiliar with.

“I’m certain,” he said, letting his hand linger on your thigh.

You jerked your leg out of reach but you ended up swinging back towards him despite this. Erwin grabbed you by the ankle.

“You gonna help me or what? I’m getting hungry.”

You tacked on a nervous laugh and nudged him with your knee.

“I’ll help you, but there will be a price,” he said coyly.

You gulped. You just knew he was going to ask for access to your secret coffee rations.

“I keep it under my bed!” you blurted out.

Erwin raised an eyebrow and frowned. “What are you talking about?”

As you went to speak he interrupted you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” he purred. “You’re not very good at hiding your feelings.”

You wriggled around, but Erwin gripped your hips holding you in place.

“Whatever. Yes, I have a crush on you. Big deal. So does everyone else.”

He chuckled. “I’m not nearly as popular as you think I am, but I appreciate that you hold me in such high regard.”

“Don’t give me that fake humble shit. Just wait and help me. We can talk about my repayment later.”

“I can’t wait.”

You gulped again. While it was true you had a sick crush on Erwin you weren’t exactly comfortable with his actions. You desperately wanted to feel the ground beneath your feet. You weren’t a fucking bird just because you had the wings of freedom on your uniform.

“Erwin, please.”

“I already told you I can’t wait.”

“Erwin. Seriously. Come on.”

“We’re through talking about this.”

Erwin took out a small utility knife and carefully slit a hole in your pants.

“Wait!”

He smirked and said calmly, “Don’t be scared.”

“You have a very sharp blade near my—”

“Hush, I know what I’m doing. Don’t you trust me?”

He spun you around so that your ass was facing him. His hands wandered down the inside of your thighs, lightly pinching the flesh. He pried apart the slit he made in your pants and ripped the hole open. As his knuckles grazed your folds you let out a quiet moan.

Your underwear were ripped apart with ease. You thought about how awkward it was going to be walking back to the barracks. There was no way you could slyly hide the gaping hole in your pants. You shook your head, trying to force the thoughts from your mind. After all, you had always wanted something like this to happen. So many nights you spent fingering yourself pretending it was Erwin’s rough hands delving into you. So many nights you moaned his name, praying no one could hear how debauched you sounded.

“Be gentle.”

“I’ll certainly try, but I can make no promises,” he said, spanking your ass with his weighty hand.

You felt Erwin’s hot breath against your cunt. He gripped your hips and pulled your ass close to his face and buried it in between your cheeks. His tongue prodded your hole.

“Whoa! Hey!”

Erwin hummed in response, you could tell he thought this was all rather hilarious.

“What would you do if someone caught us?”

“Cry. Scream. Beg for help or a piece of bread. I’m so hungry,” you whined.

“And you think I’m not?”

He continued to eat your ass, using his rough calloused hands to spread your cheeks. His nose drifted along your crack as his tongue worked its way around your hole.

“Fu—fuck. That feels so good,” you choked out.

Your hand trailed down to your crotch and you rubbed at your clit. You were overcome with pleasure. Even the potential of getting caught drove you wild. If someone were to see you like this you could have bragging rights. I mean it’s not like many people had their ass eaten by Erwin.

Erwin moaned as he undid his pants, pulling out his fully erect cock. Little pearls of precum dribbled from the tip. He stroked his cock furiously as he drove his tongue into your ass.

“Ah, shit. Erwin, f—fuck.”

Coherent thoughts were out of the question. You were thankful Erwin had his face buried in your ass so he couldn’t probe you with questions. He looked like a talker.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, voice dripping with ardor.

He spun you around, giving you a full view of his raging erection.

“Y—yes,” you said through gritted teeth.

You could taste your orgasm, see it over the horizon. Your hand continued to encircle your clit, picking up the pace as Erwin choked his cock with his fist. He was blushing like crazy. You had never seen Erwin look so boyish. He was practically coming apart at the seams. His flaxen hair, usually so perfect, was a mess and hung in his face. There was a level of power you felt that was pure ecstasy. You never imagined you could make your comrade feel quite like this.

“You seem to be having a good time,” you said, applying more pressure to your clit.

“Did you think I wouldn’t? Do you realize how badly I’ve wanted to do something like this with you?”

“Seriously?” you said, driving your fingers into your wet cunt.

Erwin nodded and grabbed the knife he had chucked on the ground. He swung it upwards and nicked the part of your gear that was snagged on the tree branch. He caught you with his free arm. He laid you on the ground, your body in the shadow of his.

“May I?” he asked, stroking his cock.

A quiet “mhm” was all you could get out.

He slid himself inside you and thrusted away. Your cunt welcomed his thick cock; you clenched around his length. Erwin’s name lilted off your lips.

“Keep saying my name,” he grunted, his rough thumb now gliding along your clit.

You were happy to oblige.

Erwin drove his cock further inside you, cupping your face with his free hand. He looked into your eyes; there was nothing going on in that big brain of his. He was positively fucked out as his balls slapped up against your taint.

“Er—Erwin, fuck, I’m so close.”

He pounded his cock into you; you felt as though he’d split you in two. He stroked your lip with his thumb and kissed you. His tongue dived into your mouth, rolling against yours. He moaned through the kiss as he pumped you full of his cum, slamming his cock into your cervix.

Breaking the kiss he said, “Are you gonna cum like a good girl?”

You gazed up at him starry-eyed and nodded quickly. He pressed his lips against your neck and started to suck. You wrapped your arms around him and clung to him as your orgasm crescendoed. Nothing could beat this feeling, not even killing every titan outside the walls single-handedly could compare.

You tried to catch your breath and Erwin pulled his cock out of you. He marveled at his cum leaking from your puffy, throbbing cunt. He looked so proud.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked sheepishly.

You smiled and nodded with a level of enthusiasm you never gifted anyone.

“Yes… Maybe next time I can not be stuck in a tree…”

Erwin laughed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Of course,” he said, panting. “Anything for you.”

He kissed your forehead and helped you up. He whipped off his cape and wrapped it around you, hiding the giant rip in your pants.

“Are you still hungry? I really do owe you dinner.”

You’d never seen your comrade like this. You were used to prim and proper Erwin who begrudgingly laughed at your dick jokes, not this embarrassed young man who was enamored with you.

“I would love that. I need bread. And maybe a nap.”

[pabtsblueliving]

Never Changed

Another song-spo fic. Been feeling Knoxville heavy these past few days. Saw an edit by someone of tik tok of him during the Gumball Rally with this song…brain rot occurred. 

WC 1.2K

Warnings: angst, flirting, semi-established on and off relationship, smoking, drinking, making out, groping etc. 18+

Song: Change (In the House of Flies) by the Deftones

I tried my best making the reader as body neutral as possible, still working on improving!

pabtsblueliving © 2023

You and Knox had been on and off for years. 

It was cat and mouse for as long as you could remember. 

You were a well known model, walking for Versace, Gucci, and Mugler since 2004. You somehow got roped into the Jackass crew when you had went to the first premier of the movie which was a backyard BBQ with celebrities left and right, playboy models and hustler girls walking around everywhere you looked.

Youd shown up with friends, Knoxville stealing you to say hi right after youd grabbed a drink.

“Big fan” He smiled, god that smile

“Likewise” you spoke, shaking his hand.

I watched you change, into a fly

I looked away, you were on fire.

It was breaking up and making up, every few months. Youd fuck, youd fight, youd see him in the tabloids with a new blonde the next day. Then after your declaration of finally being “done with him”...He’d show up backstage of your latest runway show.

I watched a change in you, It's like you never had wings

Now, you feel so alive, I've watched you change

Bam Margera had invited your best friend to come to the bar the Jackass Crew and himself were at in New York City. You knew he would be there, and you told yourself no…don't feel into his ego…don't show him, he still had you wrapped around his finger.

“Come on, Y/N, seriously…for me? You know ive been into Bam lately…And you know all those guys anyways! Who cares if Johnny will be there” Your friend, Melissa, had a big grin, batting her lashes at you.

You looked at her and let your head fall back as you sighed, 

“Fine…Mel, alright I'll come. For. An. Hour” You pointed in her face, walking to your suitcase to pick out something to wear.

She landed a big kiss on your cheek, and you laughed. 

“Y/N, holy shit I love you, I will totally owe you a drink at the bar!” She gleaned, running to put her shoes on. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, fluffing your hair. You'd thrown on your outfit Finishing the look with your harness motorcycle boots, and that one final…accessory.

His belt

God, you'd stolen that belt from him two years ago and he hasn't asked about it back since. The jewelry around your neckline and wrists clanged together as you reached for it. 

It was black, some studs, and his old red Waylon Jennings belt buckle on it. You were wearing it, you had to. Mess with him a little, tease a little, maybe piss him off…who knows what wearing this belt would do to you. 

I took you home, Set you on the glass

I pulled off your wings, Then I laughed

You and Melissa walked into the dive bar in Brooklyn. You had looked around, spotting Wee-man hand standing on the bar while also funneling a beer. 

You and Melissa couldn't help but to groan while laughing, what the hell did we get ourselves into.

“Well, well, I knew you’d be here.” You hear a familiar, Pennsylvanian accent slur.

Melissa turned around, and smiled, giving him a hug. You still had no idea if he had said that to you, or his date who’d finally arrived.

Bam smiled and hugged Melissa, then looked up at you in their embrace, and spoke

“Yeah, I'm talking to you.” He laughed, and Melissa pulled away. “Good luck” He said, accent prominent, and pulling Melissa on his arm towards the other guys.

Melissa looked back and cringed, mouthing ‘Sorry’ as she continued to walk with Bam. A few minutes later, youre standing at the end of the bar, chin in your hand, waiting for your much needed gin and tonic. 

“...So that’s where my belt has been, huh.” You heard that voice, his voice, shit, compose yourself a bit, dont turn around yet.

You kept yourself facing the bartender, feeling Johnny’s looming figure just inches behind you.

“Yeah, well…” You turned around, straw in your lips.

“I always thought it looked better on me, no?” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, taking another sip.

I watched a change in you, It's like you never had wings

Now, you feel so alive, I've watched you change

He looked down at you, and tilted his sunglasses down.

“I take it back…you look quite lovely tonight, Rabbit.” He said softly, taking off his sunglasses fully.

That nickname, he's playing a dangerous game, but he's playing it just right

“Starting already, Knox?” You couldn't help but to smile, you two were like magnets whenever you were five feet within the same space together. 

“Whaaat, Y/N…you’re being mean tonight…are you breaking up with me?” He joked, smiling after his last few words. 

“Don’t you wanna catch up?” His arms slapped against his thighs, grabbing his beer from the bar and taking a sip.

“What to hear about the next blonde youre seeing?” You rolled your eyes, “Dont think im too interested, Knox. 

I look at the cross, then I look away

“Hey…come on now, that's over with…” He stepped closer, you're now trapped between him and the bar. “Come have a smoke with me…” He grinned, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. 

I'm in for it, and now I'm crossing a path that's near impossible to turn around on.

He lit your stick, then his. You had your back against the brick wall, him leaning on the wall on his side, on arm holding him up above his head. 

You both took a drag, making eye contact, not breaking with the other. He exhaled his smoke, stepping closer, his hand with the cigarette stroking the side of your face, thumb going over your lip. 

“I always forget how gorgeous you are, rabbit…” he pulled up your chin as you took another drag

“How do we,” You exhaled the smoke, “always end up like this, huh, John?” 

Your mind was fuzzy, you had a buzz, desire.

“Maybe this is just…meant to be.” He took your cigarette and put it out, grabbing your waist and pulling you in for a smoldering kiss.

You gasped, usually you're able to fend him off for at least another hour. But, the inevitable is going to happen. 

You pulled him in by his belt buckle, whining into the kiss. The feeling of his tongue shooting straight to your core. He tasted like beer and cigarettes, your favorite. 

Give you the gun Blow me away

I watched a change in you It's like you never had wings

His right hand sneaked down, and grabbed a handful of your ass slowly, and he groaned. You took this opportunity to stick your tongue between his lips and grab a handful of his hair.

“PJ” You whined…taking a breath

“Baby, come on, baby, if you call me that you know this will be a long night…” He grabbed you by the chin.

You held his belt buckle, teasing the trail of hair leading down under his dickies.

“So let be long, Knox…” You smiled.

[anjelicawrites]

Title: Birthday boy

Paring: modern!subbish!Aemond Targaryen x dommish!reader

Synopsis: for his birthday, Aemond gets the pegging of his life

Warnings: no plot whatsoever here. Kissing, ass play, handjob, blowjob, a bit of gaping, pegging, overstimulation, prostate milking, cock ring usage, spitting, scratching, biting, titty sucking as a form of aftercare, brief mention to Aemond’s chronic pain.

A/N: reader is AFAB, no 3rd person pronouns used.

NSFW and 18+ only

You know Aemond is your soulmate, the man you’re going to marry, the future father of your children. You love him beyond words, still, you want to jump off a cliff when you have to shop for his birthday gift: the boy already owns everything his heart desires and every year you have to run around like a headless chicken to find something. Precisely for this reason, this year you’ve decided to give him not something physical, but a day for himself, where he can be the focus and decide what to do. You are not surprised when he asks to stay in bed together for the whole day, just making love.

Truth to be told, you bought him, and yourself, something: a nice, thick dildo, slighter longer and larger than the ones you two usually play with, which will make the two of you very happy, in the foreseeable future.

***

He’s waiting for you, kneeling on the bed, his naked skin glistening under the sunlight, his hair down his long back, both the eyepatch and the sapphire prosthetic are off. 

His bowed head lifts when you enter the room with the package in your hands, his eye focuses on your naked skin, pink tongue darting out to lick his lips when you sit next to him.

With elegant movements he folds the wrapping, then he opens the anonymous package and a brilliant smile breaks on his face when he sees the dildo.

“Happy birthday baby”

“You’re the only gift I need”

“Baby - you kiss his cheek - open it. I am sure you’re going to like it”.

Aemond doesn’t answer, he seeks your lips for a deep kiss, one hand finding its way in your hair to keep your face close to his, his deep moans snuffed by your lips until he separates your mouths, his pupil completely enlarged to hide the iris.

“Is it for me?”

“Do you want to try it?”.

“Lie on the bed, baby, ass on the pillows”.

His eye never leaves your naked body, as he positions himself on his back, long legs spread, cock already half hard against his flat tummy, pillows hastily positioned under his arse as you take your time in wearing the harness, tightening the straps around your thighs and hooking the dildo to its place, your cunt drenched already at the wanton sight that’s your lover on the bed, his patience holding together by the lightest of threads.  

It’s not the first time, and it’s not going to be the last, that he stares at your naked body unabashedly, today it’s the first time that you feel like your skin is burning with the force of his desire: wherever his eye lands, you burn, your cunt clenching around nothing, hungry for him. 

Ignoring the signals your body is sending, you walk towards the bed, your hand absentmindedly stroking the dildo, Aemond's chest rising and falling faster and faster, as you approach. 

"Today is your day, my love - you say, stroking his tummy, the muscles there rippling under your gentle touch - I think you deserve all the pleasure your body can muster". 

Slowly you open the bedside table to get to the lube and the cock ring, Aemond bites his lower lip to stifle a moan of need; he knows you're going to torture him until his brain is complete mush, he can't wait, he needs you badly, he’s been dreaming about this for days. 

His breath is harsh, your hand on his forehead, caressing the sweaty skin there, gives him a sense of security. 

You don't have to say a single thing, Aemond grabs your hand to lick the palm with long, sensual strokes of his tongue that go directly to your clit, little sparks of pleasure that have you squirm on the bed, until you kiss his forehead and gently grab his half hard cock, your hand stroking the taut skin with long movements and quick clockwise motions around the head, to which he responds with prolonged moans and his hips jutting up to follow your hand, erection straining in mere seconds. 

He keens when you tighten the cock ring around his base, to then start tormenting his cock with faster strokes, stopping only when his feet scramble on the bed sheets and thin fluid adorns his bulbous head. 

You are kneeling by his side, your body hovering over his as you capture his lips for a sensual kiss, your tongue stroking his, his fingers scratching down your back, until they get to your hips and he tries to move you, so you would straddle him. 

"What's your color, birthday boy?"

"Green - he moans - kiss me?". 

"No no" you gently scold him

"It's my birthday" he pours, adorably

"Trust me baby, you're going to like this more". 

"Please" he says, his hips pumping against nothing. 

You take a second to observe his beautiful body. Long muscles and reddened skin to mark, deliciously dark pink nipples ready to be sucked, his cock hard and puckered hole that is begging to be violated by your fingers and strap on.

How you’ve been so lucky to land such a beautiful man?

He is enchanting, ethereal and you think, for the hundredth time, that there's so much of him, so much pleasure to bestow, and so little of you to see that the job is done. 

Begging already, you think, we're going to have so much fun my love.

You kiss him again, stating your claim, subjugating his tongue to yours, while your hand scratches down his warm skin to pinch his nipples and make him moan against your lips. With your teeth you follow the path of your fingers, biting his skin gently, marking him again as yours, sucking on his delicious nipples, biting them gently, the music of his desperate moans spurring you on, guiding you to his straining, red cock. Just not yet.

Aemond grabs your wrist when you lift yourself from his body to lube your fingers, his eye desperate with hunger, your spoiled baby.

His breath hastens under your sight as he sees how accurately you are lubing your fingers, knowing you are doing it to torture him.

“I’m ready” he says, back arching enticingly

“Good things come to those who wait, sweetheart”.

Hungry you attack his cock, your tongue licking the salt from the burning skin, following the thick vein on the underside with your lips, your index gently breaching him, knuckle after knuckle, your lips sucking his heavy balls and he whines like a wounded animal when you slowly add your middle and ring finger, one after the other, pushing against his prostate, his hips lifting from the bed to follow the warmth of your mouth. You let him guide the movements of your lips with his hand in your hair, to push you down his length and you swallow him, tightening your throat and he screams desperate when you scissor him, making his hole gape.

You switch between sucking him without pity and kissing his tummy and balls, while your fingers push against his prostate, until thin fluid leaks from his tip, his hips moving mindlessly, pushing your fingers even deeper inside his hungry ass and he screams, pleasure and pain zinging up and down his spine.

You give him seconds to catch his breath, before lubing the dildo as your fingers spread his hole to torment him, make him wail, high pitched in his throat, eyes scrunched, feet skidding on the bed when you grab his cock again to jack him while you breach him, ass slowly accepting your invasion until you bottom out and he whines, pathetically. 

His hips try to follow yours when you start pushing in and out, slowly, making him feel every inch of the new dildo, your hand around his cock going faster, drool seeping out of his mouth when he moans at the double sensation, until pleasure hits him again.

The dildo is still deep inside of him, your hips barely grinding against his, before your hands grab his thighs to anchor yourself when you start to move, slow strokes aiming at opening him up even more, his legs curling around your hips, him wanting to feel you as deep as possible, to fuse you two in one, to feel you for days. He comes with a long moan, hands grabbing at your arms to pull you towards him, lips seeking yours, hungry for your taste, needing your ownership over him, the only reason he’s still a functioning human being.

When your lips disconnect, he stares at you, eye slightly unfocused by pleasure. You are so beautiful, skin glistening with sweat, your chest rising and falling fast with exertion: he can’t help but to get drunk on your scent, on the musk of sex in the room, on your enticing body. He could spend hours just staring at you, imagining the way he could give you pleasure, how you could use him for your own desires and needs: he lives for this, for you to bend his body to your will and fantasies, nothing else matters.

Aemond whines, train of thoughts broken, when you move backwards, his hole clenching around nothing

“Ride me Aemond. Show me how good you are” you say, hips pumping slowly against nothing.

Staring at you, Aemond feels his mouth dry, his body alien; for a second he doesn’t know how to move his limbs, enticed by your body, by your hands massaging your breasts, by your wanton moans: you tempt him and save him, you’ve enslaved him and he doesn’t want to be freed. 

He has to tear his eye off you, or he’ll never manage to crawl towards you and he knows he’ll die if you don’t fill him soon. His cock hurts with every breath he takes, his balls so full and heavy, just for you: he needs to be owned again, needs to be taken and tormented by you until it’s too much. His body shudders at the thought, tears of pleasure pool in his eyes at the mere idea of what you’ll do to him.

Aemond has to shake his head to clear his thoughts, before he straddles your body, one hand on the freshly lubed dildo, the other spreading his hole on the head of the toy. Your hands on his thighs guide him downwards, slowly, forcing him to feel how different the angle is, his mouth open in a silent scream when he bottoms out, the toy so deep he feels it in his throat.

He needs a second before he can move, slow figures of eight until he can start lifting himself up, whines leaving his mouth with every pass, his legs moving faster and faster, your hips following, searching for his prostate to bully it again and he screams when you find it, any control on himself shattered, his body taking the wheel over his brain, seeking pleasure from you, animal sounds leaving his lips when you spank his ass, his legs propelling his body up and down with all the strength he has, until the coil of pleasure in his belly snaps, whines cascading from his lips when you fuck him through the onslaught, his body falling sideways when it’s too much.

You are hungry as he is. Gracelessly you push yourself on your knees and turn him on his back, one of his legs on your shoulders, the other pushed out as far as it would go, the dildo fucking him fast, his body trembling under yours, his hands seeking the harness to move you with more force, his back arching with every push in, animalistic groans fill your ears when he comes. You don’t stop and he tries to lift himself up to kiss you, your rough pushes make him fall on his back, your teeth on the skin of his leg mark him, little bouts of pain that enhance the pleasure he feels, long muscles shaking with the effort to keep the position you’ve put him in: he’d do anything for you, bear any pain and this wins him a brutal kiss of ownership, your teeth hooking in his lower lip to pull at it, your growls spurring him in following your harsh movements, until he comes.

It’s too much, the onslaught of pleasure you’re giving him, his sanity gone, but the animal inside of him wants more, needs more and you sense it, that he’s not done, yet. With a groan you leave his hole, he whines and you slap his thigh, your nails scratching the delicate skin you’ve already bitten raw.

He looses count of the times pleasure washes over him, his body a ragdoll in your embrace, your hand in his hair to lift his torso, so you can kiss him, your nails scratching his chest and crushing his balls, his legs flailing uselessly around you.

His nerves carry messages his brain can’t register, pleasure and pain, your scents mixing with sweat and sex, your groan every time you push in, grinding against his prostate to torture it, thin fluid leaking continuously from his abused cock. He can’t even beg, your assaults robbing him of his wits, drool leaking freely from his open mouth, mixing with the thin string of yours you are letting rain on his tongue.

“Turn around” you pant and you have to help him on his front, the lovely globes of his arse yours to slap, because he makes the loveliest sound of pain. On a whim you bite his right asscheek, your teeth pulling at the skin, until you are sure you’ll leave a nice mark on the creamy skin there, a cry of pain your reward.

Because you can, you spread his cheeks, admiring the gaping hole there; he doesn’t need any more preparation, still your fingers slide in, looking for his prostate, his muscles twitch, high pitched whines reward you: he sounds deliciously desperate, his cock and balls must be tormenting him. Your mouth waters at the idea of licking his spent from his tummy, after you grant him mercy, just not yet: it’s his birthday, he deserves to be fucked until he nears passing out, until he can’t even produce sounds anymore because his brain is completely wiped clean.

So much, it’s so much, his body destroyed by your passion, his muscles straining to carry his weight, the dildo reaching unknown depths inside of him, canceling the pain of his cock slapping rhythmically against his belly with every thrust he’s subjected to. In his frenzy, Aemond knows you own him, you know that his body can take it and he lets go, completely, after the brutality of your attack, his brain incapable of registering anything else, lost as it is in the pleasure, white fluid seeping from his ignored cock.

Without mercy the dildo breaches him, the peace you set is fast and unforgiving, hitting his prostate with every push, your hands forcing his cheeks tighter around the dildo to provide more friction for his nerves, your nails digging in the meat of his ass, until they’ve left indents there. 

When one of his arms shoots backwards to grab you, your hands curl around his elbows to move him even faster and rougher, his head lolling down, spit dripping freely from his parted lips. 

His body falls forward when you let him go, he can’t even make a sound anymore, reduced to a bundle of nerves.

“You’ve been so good – you murmur against his ear – it’s time for your gift, my love”.

Gently you turn him on his side, one leg over your shoulder to make space for your hand to reach his cock to stroke it sensually, following the deep motions of your hips. The hair on his face partially obscures his features, still you can see the slackened mouth and closed eyes, his tongue lolling out, the patch of drool on the bedsheet: yes, it’s truly time. With quick fingers you open the cock ring and keep the pace slow and deep, dildo never leaving his hole empty, the muscles of his tummy contracting in time with your movements. You know he can hear you and you encourage him to come, your hand jacking him just right, the dildo applying the perfect pressure against his prostate. He comes, his throat contracting around a scream he can’t make, body shuddering as you fuck through his orgasm: only the best for your love.

As quick as possible you remove the harness and hold Aemond tight. He is almost out of it, still he manages to wound his lips around one of your nipples, sucking randomly for comfort and protection. You let him, your arms curling around his bigger frame, your legs entwined with his to make sure he knows you’re not going anywhere, that you’re here to see him through everything. You are his protector when he can’t protect himself.

You hum in pleasure at the gentle way he is sucking your breast, your body thrumming with your unspent desire; there’s going to be time for that, for your Aemond to take care of you, now he needs your hand caressing his hair and back, your scent filling his nostrils, the salt of your nipple in his mouth, to guide him back to himself, and to you.

“Happy birthday, baby” you gently tell him when he releases your nipple and opens his eyes.

On cue he moves his head higher so you can kiss his beautiful, scarred face, follow his strong features with your lips, your mouth feather like on his scar. It’s in those moments that his face doesn’t hurt and it’s not numb, that the headache he carries with himself daily, abates, all thanks to you, his savior.

He seeks your nipple again and falls asleep mid suck. He’s so tender, so precious like this and you are so proud that no one else can see him defenseless as he is. You might not come from such a powerful and rich family, but you know ways to keep your man safe, the same way he does you.

“I need to take care of you” he slurs

“Not yet baby. We have the whole day for that” you heart hurts with the love you have for this selfless man

“I can’t wait to kiss you down there”

“Me as well, baby, me as well. Rest now, you need your strength”.

Everything taglist: @ilikeitbetterangsty 

Aemond taglist: @phantoms-main-blog

Also tagging: @adderess who asked to be tagged in this one

[gyuv1nist]

angel

han yujin x reader

whilst school trips were fun, your school decided to ruin it by designating pairs which you HAD to stay with to ensure maximum safety. fun right? it might’ve been if you had at least spoken to your pair once before. which you didn’t….

you were paired up with the school’s notorious heartthrob, han yujin. he wasn’t a player neither did he cater to all the attention he got. he just wanted to have fun with his friends and attempt to survive education. “so, coach rides huh?” he asks, as you stand outside the school waiting for the coach to pull up. the poor boy was terrified of you but refuses to let it ruin the trip especially considering his love for everland. 

you wouldn’t call yourself popular in any way, but you certainly had a friend group which was deemed exclusive by everyone else. the unspoken rule was to never approach your group unless you approach them first, which was utter bullshit which none of you guys have said. but being the shy boy he was- he followed that rule. 

“you aren’t great at starting conversations huh?” you smile, eyes lifting from your phone, looking at the boy standing in front of you. curse that unspoken rule, he’s actually kinda cute? “to be honest, i hate coaches. they have that smell which make me feel like throwing up everything in my system, so excuse me if i don’t talk much once we get on.” 

for whatever reason, his eyes cast to your hands, where he must’ve seen your cute little ring which had angel wings and a gem in the middle which he assumed was your birth stone. “nice ring.”

was he really this awkward at making conversation with people?

“thanks!” your smile widens and you get up, noticing the coach finally arriving. even if it was where the cool kids sat, you absolutely refuse to sit at the back- it was too noisy and made you feel like shit.

by the time he snaps back into reality, he notices you've already gone ahead to enter the coach and he awkwardly jogs ahead of everyone attempting to catch up with you. whilst making small talk, you realise he’s been waiting to go to everland for so long so being the nice person you are, you whip out your phone and made a list of all the rides he wants to go on, which he absolutely adored.  

there was a simple rule which you guys had to follow: stay with your pair until the end or else you’ll have to stick with the teachers for the rest of the trip. you walk through the park, taking in the vibrant colours of the carnival games, the sweet smell of cotton candy, and the bright lights of the ferris wheel. the air is filled with the scent of freshly popped popcorn and the sizzle of hot dogs on the grill. you can feel the cool breeze on your skin, which makes the warm day comfortable and perfect for outdoor activities. 

as you and yujin wait in line for the rollercoaster, your nerves start to get the better of you and on the other hand yujin, who claims he’s usually fearless, seems to be feeling the same way. “i don't know if i can do this," he says, his voice shaking.

“it’s fine! it looks fun.” was it really smart to try to reassure someone when your voice was dripping with anxiety? you both climb into your seats, hearts racing. the coaster slowly climbs up the first hill, and you could swear that the handlebars were going to break from the iron grip you had on them.

you feel the force of the break and the harness loosen and you grab anything that’s in your reach to climb out the seat, still laughing and gasping for breath.

“hey come on! there’s way more we need to get through!” you giggle, grabbing his hand and dragging him to other rides. you weren’t usually so open so quickly, but there was something about yujin which made you feel comfortable, even if half the time he was in his own little world. plus, everything seems more exciting when you have adrenaline surging through your body.

and he was truly in his own little world, he couldn’t shake the fact that he loves how the your hand feels in his and can't help but steal glances at you every once in a while. he finds you adorable, seeing how excited you were lost in your own paradise.

whilst looking up proudly at the ride that was next, you notice he’s relatively quiet. uh oh, you didn’t take it too far with the hand holding did you? i mean, he definitely would’ve let go by now right? you tug on his hand and wave one of yours in his face.

“sorry, what were you saying?" 

“i said let's go on this ride!" you point, pulling yujin towards the entrance. after being dragged like a puppy on a leash several times (with no complaints of course) you both sit on a bench, convinced that you have whiplash from all the rides you just sped through. “hey i think i’m gonna sit the next one out.” you exhale, wanting to sink into the ground. “or, if you want we can go for something calmer.” you suggest, looking around for possible attractions that wouldn’t make you feel like your bones were in a blender.  

“anything you want angel.” pause. 

oh shit, does adrenaline give you rizz as well? 

“wait, oh my god that was not meant to come out no- wait i’m so sorry-.” whilst attempting to keep your own feelings and reactions in check, you look up at him and smile, cheeks tinted pink.

 “it’s completely fine love, i like that nickname.” you grin, hoping that the blush that was rapidly spreading across your cheeks wasn’t too obvious. he reaches both his hands out and you take them willingly, letting him lead you to the next ride. you had no clue as to why you were suddenly so flustered by him, this was the first time you actually had spoken to him properly. 

after walking for a while, he decides to go on a water ride. it seems calm and a lot of families are lining up for it, so it couldn’t be that extreme.

as you glide along the water ride with yujin, you feel the cool mist spraying onto your face and the gentle breeze blowing through your hair.  you can hear the sounds of the water rushing by and the screams of joy from other riders in the distance. the colours of the park seem to blur together as you watch everything move by in a peaceful, dreamlike manner. 

until you look down for a second and notice that your ring was missing. “where the fuck is my ring?” you almost stood up on the ride from the shock, you pat down your pockets and even check inside your shirt. there was no way it fell off, it was tight enough and you most definitely did not take it off on purpose. you look at the boy next to you and realise he’s a bit too stiff and nervous to be innocent.

“yujin, be completely honest with me right now. ” 

“wait, i’m trying to find your ring, i’m sorry to say it’s not in the water.” you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, eyes straight on his hand which was almost red from how hard he was squeezing it.  

“did you take my ring?” 

and he has the audacity to act surprised, almost insulted at your ‘accusation.’ “angel! how dare you say that about me, i have been nothing but nice to you today.” 

unfortunately, you guys were too busy arguing to realise that the boat had been on a steep incline for a good few seconds. and before you knew it, you were clinging onto yujin’s side, screaming like there was no tomorrow and to make it even worse, a wall of water shoots up into the air and the rules of gravity states that whatever comes up… must come down. 

the wave of water crashes down on you and yujin, drenching you both from head to toe. the force of the splash almost knocks you off your seat, and you could swear it felt like you were drowning for a moment.

“yujin, you better get to the point of this before i push you into this water.”

“okay okay okay, i’ll give you your ring back if you let me take you on a date. it’s okay if you don’t want to i’ll still gi-”

“a date and a new outfit once we get off this ride.” 

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a/n : woooo yujin done! i feel like this also needs a part 2 tho... but i have been receiving sm love recently and it makes me so happy since i genuinely enjoy writing <333

[tsunami-of-tears]

A Court of Shadows and Sunshine — Part Nine

Azriel x Aurora (OC)

Summary: Cute mating bond fluff and chafing. Most filler chapter. 

A/N: SHE’S BACK!! Sorry for the hiatus - I’ve been struggling since the holidays. It’s been hard to get back into it, I lost my uncle recently so I think there will be some self-insert to come.

Wordcount: 900 

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst/pining, sexual themes

Part Eight

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Azriel

It’s just past dawn when Azriel slips back into bed, the dim morning sun illuminates the room in a hazy glow. Aurora stirs, reaching out for him. 

“Where’d you go?” she asks sleepily.

Azriel sinks into the warmth and wraps his arms and wings around Aurora - in both protection and comfort. “I had some business to attend to, I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”

Aurora gently grabs Azriel’s bandaged hand. “Who did you beat up?” she questions, turning her head to look into his eyes. 

“No one that didn’t deserve it,” Azriel answers, kissing Aurora tenderly on her forehead.

Aurora sighs, relaxing further into Azriel’s chest. “Are we training with the others today?”

“I planned to give you some time off, I don’t want you to push yourself.”

“I know, but it gives me something to focus on. It helps to channel everything more healthily.” 

Azriel rests his chin against the top of Aurora’s head and sighs deeply. He completely understands where she’s coming from, but in the same breath - his protective instincts were firing and he didn’t want to put her at risk. 

“How about we train together, just the two of us? That way, you won’t lose any progress and I won’t worry so much.”

“Okay, deal,” Aurora agrees.

———— 

The next few days were like a dream. 

No, they were better than anything Azriel could have dreamed up. He had his mate, and she was everything and more than he’d ever hoped for. 

Their days were split between exercising and lounging around together - either chatting or simply enjoying each other’s presence. 

Azriel taught Aurora new fighting techniques and after, she taught him new yoga poses. 

With all the training, Azriel was working one muscle harder than the rest - his self-control. 

Gods…

The way she moved, how she looked up at him with those big beautiful eyes and that innocent little smile. 

Azriel had never yearned for someone like this. 

Still, there was one thought that played over and over in his mind. ‘It could have been worse.’

Azriel guessed what Aurora meant by that, but he wasn’t sure Prythian would still exist if his worst fears were confirmed. 

Regardless of that glowing thread and the tug in his chest, Azriel would wait for Aurora to make the first move. He’d rather go without those touches forever than push her too far, away from him.

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Aurora 

Ever since the mating bond snapped into place, Azriel had barely left your side. And, he’d never pushed for more intimacy than you were ready for. You truly didn’t understand how you got so lucky, but you thanked the Cauldron every day.

Helion, your uncle, was staying in Velaris to assist in your magic training, alongside Rhys and Amren. 

It was strange to spend time with Helion knowing the truth of your heritage, you wondered how you never noticed the resemblance. It seemed so obvious now. It was bittersweet - you were grateful to have him in your life again but it made you wish you’d had more time with both of your parents.

Once you understood how your powers worked and what they could do beyond creating light - it was much easier to start to harness them. It wasn’t long until you were breaking small wards created by your High Lord and his Second. 

As well as spell-cleaving, you discovered your magic made a great shield - one that could protect you from even the harsh blast of a Siphon. With your budding confidence and your growing grasp of your powers - everyone agreed it was time to rejoin Valkyrie training. 

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Despite the cold wind rushing around you, you felt warm and at peace. You always did with Azriel. In his arms, you soar above Velaris, making your way to the House of Wind for training. Your first training session with the group since the bond snapped.

You hadn’t seen much of Cassian or Nesta in that time, and you were worried they’d been avoiding you since you revealed your powers. 

That worry faded quickly, as you’re met with big smiles from everyone. 

Cassian steps forward, moving closer to you and Azriel. “Good to see you, Rory. Let’s see if you’ve kept Az in shape.” Cassian smirks at you and playfully slaps Azriel on the chest. Azriel straightens his back and his wings flare slightly, making him appear even taller. 

You glance between the males, and you scrunch your nose, slightly confused. “What do you mean?” You question. “We’ve been training every day.” 

“Training eh, is that what you call it?” Cassian chuckles. 

Wings flare, and glowing beams of red and blue flash in front of you. The movement stops as Azriel pins Cassian to the ground on his back. Cassian raises his hands, conceding defeat. “I’m sorry Az, chafing much?” he laughs.

Azriel glares as he offers Cassian his hand, helping him to his feet.

From beside you, Nesta rolls her eyes and crosses her arms across her chest. “Illyrian brutes,” she mutters.

Cassian turns to address the group, “Okay, let's warm up and then Rory, you can show us what you’ve learnt in your special training.” One glance at Azriel’s face has Cassian backtracking and raising his palms again, “Oh no, Az, I meant the training with Helion. I promise I won’t joke again.” 

The remark makes Nesta scoff, and the pair begin bickering. You smile softly and look up at your mate. Love pours down the bond in both directions. It took a while, but you’ve finally found your family. Both of you have.

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Tags ♡ @mis-lil-red

Part Ten

[jackassbrainrot]

pegging steve-o because we all know that man likes it up the crack

spread out [steveo x afab!reader]

desc: Steve O might not want a toy car up his ass, but you've got something he does

a/n: anon I love you, this was such a fun prompt! it's kind of short, sorry for that but I <3 it, weirdly sweet fic actually

warnings: smut, pegging, anal fingering, kind of fluffy and cute idk

word count: 611

Your body felt like it was on fire. You didn't know if it was due to the summer heat or your boyfriend's hands running down your body as you sat in his lap, lips dancing gently against his. You haven't moved from that position for god knows how long, enjoying your lazy makeout session, feeling his dick harden against your ass, lightly grinding back on it. He groaned into your mouth, pulling you closer by your waist. You knew he was getting desperate, little noises leaving his mouth as he tilted his hips for more friction.

"Fuck me?" It's what you'd been waiting to hear, his voice dripping with want from his kiss swollen lips. "Anything for you, babe." You planted another soft kiss to his lips before getting up, intertwining your fingers with his as you led him to the bedroom. He stripped down, settling on the bed as you rummaged through the closet, pulling out the supplies you'd be needing. You set everything down on the bed before taking your clothes off.

"Wanna put it on me?" You asked, handing him the strap on, letting wrap the harness around your hips, running his fingers over your skin gently. You bent down to kiss him, a firm hand on his chest pushing him down on the bed as you crawled over him, positioning yourself between his spread legs. Reaching back to the edge of the bed, you grabbed the bottle of lube you set down earlier, squeezing some onto your fingers.

Your fingers teased his rim, circling it before pushing one in, a soft sigh leaving your boyfriend's mouth. Your movements were methodical, spreading him out slowly. A wanton moan rang out in your ears as you added another finger, scissoring them inside him. You pressed down on the bundle of nerves that made him squirm, riling him up a little before pulling out completely. You took the little bottle again, coating the strap with lube.

You pushed his legs up so his knees were pressed to his chest, lining up with his ass as you pushed in slowly, pulling needy moans out of him. He sighed as you bottomed out, satisfied with the feeling of being filled. You started moving slowly, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into him. You bent down to kiss him again, silencing his moans as the new angle only made you go deeper.

You could cum just from seeing him like this, lean muscle tightening from pleasure, his mouth hanging open as a symphony of noises escaped it, eyes dazed, filled with love and lust as he looked up at you. His cock was pressed to his abs, rock hard and almost purple from the amount of blood rushing through it. One of your hands dropped from his leg, wrapping around his cock instead. His moans only got louder, signaling that he was quickly approaching his brink.

You pushed into him hard, angling yourself so that your strap would hit his prostate with every thrust, the hand on his dick matching your tempo. He gripped the sheets, biting his lip so he wouldn't scream, overwhelmed with pleasure. "Cum for me, Stevie." That's all it took for him to break, shooting white ropes over his stomach, and you wished you could feel him tighten around the strap. You kept stroking him through his orgasm, watching him come down from his high.

You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you down so you were lying on his chest. You yelped, making him laugh as he kissed down your neck. "I love you." He mumbled between kisses, making you giggle. "I love you too, Steve."

[bihansthot]

I can imagine the emotional reunion he and his s/o would have when he comes back from onaga. Like yeah, they’ve been sensual before, but this is raw fucking emotion. He doesn’t care that he is tired, hurting, none of that, all he care about is his s/o sinking on his cock, holding him.

“You, you came back to me,” you stumble over your words, tears rolling down your cheeks as Reiko makes his way into your shared bedroom. Outworld’s second in command looks worse for wear and exhausted but triumphant and victorious and immediately you knew he was successful. “You did it, didn’t you, you subdued that beast.” You breathe out in wonder as Reiko shakily makes his way to your bed and all but collapses into the softness.

“It is done, the General, the General was so proud, so pleased, I’ve never received such high praise,” the second in command stares past you, almost in his own world, his pride seeping into his exhaustion.

“It’s high time you received his praise, Reiko you did the unthinkable! You prepared me for your death but you’re back, you’re ok, you’re here,” you straddle his hips, wrapping your arms around his muscular frame.

“I didn’t do it for him though, I did it for you pretty, everything I do is for you. I came back for you not him,” he sighs emotionally, fighting down his tears of exhaustion and affection as he melts into your touch.

“For me?” You repeat as if you didn’t believe him, General Shao was everything to Reiko and hearing you came first made your heart feel like it was in a vice. You feel a renewed rush of tears cascading down your face as you hold your commander close and tight. Somewhere in the back of your mind your vaguely aware of the way his clothed cock twitches under the weight of your body.

“For you pretty,” he rumbles tilting his head to the side and kissing you deeply, his tongue easily prying your mouth open as it delves into your waiting mouth.

You don’t waste time pulling his pants down as you push your panties to the side and hike up your dress a bit. Reiko makes a low, throaty growl against your lips as you sink down on his proud cock, you moan into his mouth as inch by inch you sink down on him only stopping when you were seated in his lap. You throw your head back, breaking your kiss as you moan his name. You rock your hips back and forth not wanting to wait until you had adjusted to his big cock, your hands scramble to grasp at his harness as he wraps his arms around you holding you close.

“Oh fuck me pretty, just like that,” he groans as you lift and fall in his lap, he can’t keep his lips off you as he groans and nearly whimpers as your bodies connect over and over.

Your cries die in his mouth as you frantically bob up and down, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside you. With a loud shout of his name you find your sweet spot with his cock as you focus on that sensation, you free his hair to be able to fist it as you rock and bounce in his lap, tears of gratitude and happiness still streaming down your cheeks.

A horse cry of your name draws you from your happy euphoria as Reiko grabs your hips with his calloused, bloodied hands and his body shakes as you feel warmth spread through out your body as he looses himself in you.

Your cries rise in octave as you chase your own release spurned on by the sharp gasps and cries Reiko makes as you fuck his overly sensitive cock. It doesn’t take you long to find your peak as you stuff his cock inside you one final time being crying his name and stilling as the pleasure over rides your body and your mind short circuits. You cry harder now that you’ve reached your orgasm and only belatedly realize Reiko is crying too, just clinging to you shaking.

“You saved me pretty, I came home to you, for you, I love you,” Reiko confesses in a low, shaky voice.

“I love you too, only you,” you hiccup and reply burying yourself in his arms, you stay there for who knows how long just being grateful your love was back home safely.

[normal-sea-urchin]

Casey Jones Fucking Dies: Chapter 1

so you guys know that raph kills casey concept i posted about earlier this week? i wrote the first chapter, most of it is the fight scene between raph and casey when they first meet in The Good the Bad and the Casey Jones. here's the original post btw

also TW for blood, murder, panic attacks (kind of?) and fighting

It was a chilly night. Raph was running along roof tops, breaking just about everything in sight. Earlier that night, back in the lair, his brother Leo beat him in a sparring match, causing him to lash out. Well it's not his fault he lashed out! If his stupid brother hadn't made him so angry by beating him in the stupid match- Ugh! Whatever.

"It's not like i was trying to hurt Leo! They just don't get it" Raph muttered to himself, sitting down on one of the roofs. He sat, sulking to himself before getting up to punch the air conditioning that seemed to be gloating him. He paused for a moment, hearing sounds of fighting. "Well, well," he thought to himself, "looks like my night may have just turned around." After all, fighting the purple dragons, or foot ninjas, or whatever seemed to be making that noise, would be a lot better than punching air conditioners.

He leaped over to the next building and onto the fire escape on the other side of it. Some crazy masked guy with a hockey stick was taking on the purple dragons, and he was doing a pretty decent job too, If it weren't for the fact that he was beating them a little too hard.

"That guy's outta control. Time for a little intervention" Raph spoke quietly while pulling out his sai. He leaped down for his perch on the fire escape, landing beside the crazed man, grabbing his hockey stick before he could land another blow. 

"W-who's back there? S-show yourself!" the man stuttered, unsheathing a baseball bat for the harness on his back. As Raph lurked out of the shadows, he heard the human mutter "Another mutant?"

"Got a problem with that!?" Raph snapped back.

"Wait, what are you, some kinda turtle ninja?" the human laughed. Raph growled in response, which gave the purple dragons a chance to get away.

"Hey you filthy scum I'm not done with you!" the man yelled as they ran from the alley, disappearing into the crowded new york sidewalk.

"Let me handle this" Raph ordered, placing a hand onto the human's shoulder to try and keep him from running away. Only to be met with the human smacking Raph's hand away.

"Outta my way!" the man snapped.

Raph could feel the anger in him rising before stating "Y'know anger is a dangerous ally!" he said, repeating the very same wisdom his father imparted on him earlier. "Why don't you cool off for a while" Raph reprimanded.

"That's it lizard," the human muttered taking out a second hockey stick from his holster, paired with the baseball bat from earlier. "i'm done with you. GOONGALA!" the insane man yelled while running towards Raph.

They tussled for a bit, blocking each other's weapons, hockey stick and baseball bat being meant with twin sai. 

"I told you to back off!" Raph warned, before kicking the crazed human into a nearby trash can. He put his sai in his belt, assuming the fight was over. He assumed wrong. The guy poked his masked head out of the trash can.

"You let those muggers go? You're gonna pay for that, freak!" the man spat, raising his bat and hockey stick again. This time he ran straight towards the turtle, ramming him into the other side of the alley.

They swung at each other a few times before raph flipped in the air throwing ninja stars at human. The guy blocked them with his glove, before confessing "Gotta admit, throwing stars are cool."

"Lemme show you my sai" the turtle gloated, a smirk on his face. He was beginning to enjoy the thrill of the fight. The human hit his weapons together a single time, in an attempt to look intimidating. The turtle and insane human ran at each other, once again trying to hit each other yet being blocked each time.

The human even managed to get a hit on raph, making him double over in pain. The man used him as a boost to jump over him, hitting the turtle and landing him on his plastron. "Heh, ain't turtles supposed to be endangered?" the human mocked.

"Only the ones who can't do this!" Raph announced, turning onto his shell and kicking his legs up, hitting the man in the face. The guy landed on his stomach several feet away, with his weapons knocked out of his hands and laying beside him.

Raph approached the human who was now trying to get up from the brutal hit. They once again started blocking each other's hits, however the human was doing so very sloppily. Raph was able to get several hits on the man before he ran over into the street attempting to get away or at the very least build some distance.

Raph kept swinging away at the man, pushing him against a car setting off its alarm. The human jumped over the front of the car, and while midair, his shoes turned into roller blades. Now missing his baseball bat, wielding just a hockey stick, the human lowly muttered a "Let's go!"

This, this pissed raph off, he growled at the human before angrily swinging at him, he was seeing red. It didn't help that the human while on his roller blades, was now easily dodging the turtle's attacks. The human even landed two hits on the back of the turtle's head and a third one on his shell, all while avoiding his attacks. 

The human skated around raph, coming up behind him to knock him down and onto his plastron a second time. Upon getting up, raph could feel his rage increasing with every blow the human delivered to him, one even hit him hard enough to land him on his shell a few feet away. The man skated over to the turtle, about to deliver a finishing strike right to the turtle's face. But the turtles grabbed his hockey stick before he could.

He yanked the hockey stick away from him, before grabbing the man by the shoulders, picking him up, and slamming him onto a nearby car. "That, ugh... hurt..." the man groaned. He looked up to be met with the turtle's foot on his chest, preventing him from escaping.

The turtle masked in red with eyes white drew his sai up into the air, yelling in rage and preparing to attack. The human let out one last scream of fear before the sai came crashing down and-

Raph heard a crunch.

oh. oh no.

He took a step back, looking at what he had done, removing the now blood stained sai from the face of the human. The red masked turtle felt his breathing increase. He began to feel sick. He looked, really looked, at what he had done. The human's mask was broken in three large pieces. The man was no longer moving, but now had blood pooling around his head. And without thinking or even wanting to, Raph ran.

He ran back to the alleyway where he had been fighting the human just a few minutes earlier. He ran up the fire escape where he had first seen the man. Upon making it up to the rooftops he stopped for a moment hyperventilating before once again taking off, he hopped over several buildings before collapsing down onto his hands and knees. He felt tears begin to run down his face and make their way down onto the concrete beneath him. He didn't care. He deserved every bit of guilt he felt considering what he had just done. He deserved the shame that came with crying.

After what felt like an hour but what could've only been a few minutes, he began to try and compose himself, wiping the few tears left off his face. He stood back up, trying to ease his breathing. 

Home. He needed to get home.

Chapter 2/Masterpost

[spade-andthe-microwave]

Ball Of Energy (Fives Pets4VetsAU)

AU Blog!: @p4vserviceanimalsau

Dividers used from @dystopicjumpsuit

Pairing: Fives x Non Binary OC

Word Count: 2,168

Rating: Safe for Work Content Warning: Brief Mention of cybernetic eye

“I understand that you aren’t that keen on the idea, Fives, but you seriously need someone or something to help with all of that energy.” Echo attempted to plead with his brother, turning in his chair as he rested his head on his hand, leaned up against the table of their shared apartment. “Fine, if you’ll stop pestering me about it, I will put in an application.” Fives sighed. It had been another long string of nightmare after nightmare, and the only thing that seemed to help was exercise, but the clone hated doing it alone, finding it almost suffocating to be alone for too long with his thoughts. “In person. I’ll even walk you there. Turn in an application, get an interview, they pair you up with an animal that’ll suit your needs.” Echo reassured him, slipping out of his seat and grabbing a few bottles of water, already knowing how long they’d be out of the apartment. Fives rolled his eyes and grabbed his shoes from the door, slipping them on. “At least we’ll be out of the house. How long does this whole thing take anyways?” Fives slipped out of the apartment, Echo following behind him. “Holo-net says the process goes by faster if you’re honest with answering the questions in the paper and the interview.” Echo spoke up, quickly matching Fives’ speed as they continued walking. “Hey, hold up. How do you even know where to go?” “I’ve passed the building a few times out for jogs. I’m not entirely useless here, Echo.” Fives chuckled a bit, continuing to make his way towards the clinic, taking one of the bottles of water Echo offered out. 

“Alright. Tell ya what. How about a few more laps, then back inside, okay?” Roachie attempted to plead with the hyper-active massiff, holding onto the leash for the creature. “Great. Cmon, let’s get a move on.” Roachie immediately stood back up, waiting for the massiff to finish drinking from its bowl before the two began to jog laps around the outside field area attached to the creature clinic. They were beginning to regret wearing their all black flight suit beneath their beskar armor, but they’d push past. The moment the massiff began to slow down, Roachie knew it was time for quits. “Hey! There we go. Finally tired out bud? We’ve only been running for hours on end.” They chuckled, gently patting the head of the creature. The two of them slowly made their way back inside of the clinic, back into sweet sweet air conditioning. “Good job today. Probably felt great to get your limbs all stretched out, huh?” Roachie happily chimed as they unclipped the leash and harness from the massiff, helping to lead it back inside of its pen, locking the cage once it settled down nicely. They carefully placed the leash and harness on the side of the pen and picked up the datapad attached, marking off on all the physical activity and other information they needed to fill out. It had been a decently slow day at the clinic, which the mandalorian always appreciated since it meant they got to spend more time helping the various creatures stretch out their limbs and get acclimated to being walked on leashes and being outside with other people or creatures. Although, that didn’t mean they weren’t wishing it wasn’t at least a little busier. A handful of the staff had gone on their breaks, leaving Roachie with a smaller team so not as many people to talk to. Roachie raised their head, their helmet turning as they heard the chime of the door being opened followed by the unmistakable sound of the doors sliding open. “I got it!” Roachie called to the other staff members who were currently attending to the other creatures, administering medication as needed. They knew the drill. Sometimes, working with vets meant helmets couldn’t always stay on, so Roachie carefully unsealed their helmet, brown hair with orange tips immediately fluffing out. They mumbled a bit as they readjusted their hair, covering their left eye. Or, well, current lack, therefore of considering they’d been in a rush this morning and forgotten their cybernetic eye, so they were currently stuck with their emergency eyepatch. Once their hair was shifted into place, they walked out to the front desk. “Hiya there, welcome to Pets 4 Vets. My name is Remi, though most people just call me Roachie. What can I help you boys out with today?” Roachie chimed as they greeted Echo and Fives with a large smile, leaning against the counter.

“Erm… looking to fill in an application for an adoption?” Fives would be lying if he said he wasn’t expecting a short mandalorian to step out and greet them. “Well, I can certainly help with that. I’m going to ask that you fill out two forms. The first one is just some basic information about you. Name, address, current living situation like how large the area is, all that fun stuff. The second one I promise is a lot more questions. You’ll just need to fill out the form on what is bringing you here with us today, what you’re looking for out of a pet, so that we can get you into an interview and pair you up with a new friend.” Roachie hummed as they squatted down behind the counter, grabbing one of the datapads and punching in their own credentials before handing it off to Fives. “Don’t forget to answer it truthfully, Fives.” Echo chimed in, peering over his shoulder to look at the application. “I already know that, Echo.” Fives huffed, but the faintest smirk could be seen on his face. “If you boys need any more help, or have any questions at all about the application process, feel free to ask me. I’ll be up front until our receptionist comes back from lunch, so I’ll do my best to help out.” Roachie hummed, picking up their own bottle of water and taking a long sip before sitting down at one of the computers to start logging in all the physical activity of the day with the massiff they were currently helping exercise while they waited for someone to come along and adopt. “Hey, sorry to bother. But it’s asking me about my sleep schedule? Why in the galaxy would you guys need that kind of information?” Fives spoke up, holding up the datapad in minor annoyance and mild confusion. “Hm? Oh, some creatures we have for adoption aren’t awake during the day and may only be active at night, while others are active only during the day and sleep through the night. In some instances they may only be awake during dusk and dawn, sleeping the rest of the day and night away. Helps us make sure you and your new companion are synced up.” Roachie answered back plainly, their eye focused on the two clones. “Any other questions?” “No, no. I’m gonna go with the assumption that “activity schedule” also has to do with the whole syncing thing?” Fives went back to the paperwork, eyes glancing over the forum. “Yup, all of the questions on there are to help us out with making sure you get the best companion possible, and your new companion getting the best home possible. Feel free to ask anything else, even if it isn’t about the applications or anything.” Roachie hummed cheerfully, going back to typing.

Echo glanced back over at Roachie, noticing the badge clipped to the front of their armor with their keybadge that very proudly stated “I TALK A LOT” in bright colors that stood out against their primarily brown and red armor. “I gotta ask. Roachie is an interesting nickname. Interesting story to follow up with it?” Roachie looked back over with a sparkle in their eye and a giant grin that could rival the sun if given the chance. “Well, a good part of it is cuz of my armor. Mostly red and brown. Makes me look like a cockroach I’ve been told. Especially when I’m scamperin’ on the ground. I don’t have it on currently, but the whole look really comes together with my kama. Some of the animals here like it when you get on the ground to play around with em, so I end up looking like a massive roach skittering along the ground. Been told I look silly, but I don’t mind. A good smile can brighten some people up, and it helps the animals feel comfortable when they’re getting trained.” “Safe to assume the badge is from your co-workers?” Echo mentioned towards their badge. “Actually! I wear it on my own because I will talk for hours if I’m given the chance. Thankfully for you two, I’m a little less energetic today. One of our massiffs really likes to go out for runs and play a ton, and I’m usually in charge of getting the guy to tire himself out playing so he gets good rest and is happy and healthy. Just got back from it.” They continued, submitting their paperwork before getting up from their chair and stretching a bit before walking back up to the counter. “And… done. There you are.” Fives let out a sigh of relief as he finished the application, passing the datapad back over. Roachie carefully took it from his hands and went over it. “Awesome! Everything looks great! Let me go ahead get that submitted for you, Mr. Fives. We’ll give ya a ring once we get everything through and get ya an interview set up! Now then, was there anything else I could help you out with while you’re here? Of course, if any questions pop up after you’ve left or you wanna check on the status of your application, by all means drop us a line.” Roachie submitted the applications and information, printing it out on a data card which was then sorted into its appropriate slot to be went over once the rest of the crew was back. “Actually, yeah. You exercise in your free time? You said you were running for a while with a massiff and I heard those things can run for hours. So is it just something you do for work, or just in general for fun?” Echo leaned up against the counter, flashing a small grin.

Fives was a bit confused by the question until it clicked for him. He huffed and nudged Echo in the shoulder, recognizing that his brother was trying to get him an exercise friend. “Yeah! I do different kinds of activities in my free time! Usually a lot of jogging, but I’ll usually do whatever sport I end up finding myself in the middle of. Beats being cooped up at home doing nothing and just bouncing wall to wall. Then, weekends means I’m off at whatever dive-bar I’m allowed into and find myself near. But I usually spend most of my time here, practically here all day with naps through the day since some animals are only awake during certain times. That’ll change up soon, I’ve heard. Getting someone new onto the team, which should be pleasant. I know a good majority of the animals love interacting with people of all different sorts. I can absolutely guarantee the most effort will be put forward to get you guys a good animal companion match!” Roachie smiled even brighter, clearly ecstatic someone was actually talking to them for more than a few seconds in a passing hello. “But enough about me! Any other questions? Even about the other program we help offer, called the Right To Love matchmaking services. I won’t be able to help too much on that one, but I can get you guys all the resources you’ll need if you’d like!” “No need, thanks Roachie.” Fives nodded his head, nudging Echo again who just nudged him back. “Oh, and no need for the whole Mr thing. Just Fives is alright.” “Sounds good to me, Fives. Well, feel free to drop a line. Thanks for coming in and filling out the forums, and taking the time to chat! You guys have a good rest of your day!” Roachie beamed as the two clones walked back out. “Echo, I cannot believe you. Seriously?” Fives laughed, shaking his head. “You saw the badge and you spoke with them anyways?” “Hey! I wanted to see if it was true. Besides, it’s good news. They’re almost more hyperactive than you. And now we know that they 1. Are always out jogging in this area. 2. Are frequently at bars in this area, and 3. Will soon have an open schedule.” Echo smirked as the two continued to walk back to their apartment. “Just to tide you over until you get a new companion who’s perfectly matched with you, right?” “Oh, bug off.” Fives rolled his eyes before laughing, feeling the slightest bit of weight off of his chest, now having an animal companion to look forward to.

[blossombriefs]

Legendary | Chapter Eighteen

The journey to Earth was long, but the anticipation kept our spirits high. Each day brought us closer to reuniting with my family and starting a new chapter of our lives. Broly and I had grown even closer during the voyage, and our bond was stronger than ever. However, as we neared our destination, a sense of unease began to creep in.

It was a stormy night when we finally entered Earth's atmosphere. The ship's navigation system alerted us to the rough weather ahead, and I could see the worry etched on Broly's face as he watched me at the controls. The rain lashed against the ship's hull, and lightning illuminated the dark clouds that enveloped us.

"We're almost there," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the growing turbulence. I aimed to ease my nerves as well as Broly's.

Broly nodded, his eyes filled with concern. "Hang on, Flora. It's going to be a rough landing."

The ship shook violently as we descended, and I clung to the controls, my heart pounding in my chest. The lights flickered, and I could hear the engines straining against the storm. Just as we were about to break through the clouds, a bolt of lightning struck the ship, sending us into a spiral.

"Broly!" I screamed, panic rising in my throat.

"I'm right here!" he shouted back, gripping the edge of his seat. "You can do this! It'll be okay!"

The ground rushed up to meet us, and I focused on the controls, trying to stabilize our descent. The crash was violent, the sound of metal tearing and the jolt of the impact knocking the wind out of me. When the world finally stopped spinning, I opened my eyes to find us on the clearing before a cliff, the rain pouring down around us.

"Flora, are you okay?" Broly's voice was filled with concern as he unbuckled his harness and hurried to my side. My hands gripped the wheel, almost as if it was glued to it.

"I'm fine," I said, though my voice trembled. "Just a bit shaken."

He helped me out of my seat, and we stumbled out of the wrecked ship into the pouring rain. The cold water soaked through my clothes instantly, and I shivered, feeling a wave of despair wash over me as I looked at the ruined vessel. One of the wings was torn completely off the body, it was nowhere to be seen. The windows on the side were smashed, the glass irreparable. I could feel my breathing pick up to a panicked pace.

"We made it to Earth," Broly said, trying to sound optimistic despite the situation. I started shaking my head, looking around the unfamiliar surroundings.

"But the ship... it's destroyed," I said, my voice breaking. "How are we going to find my family now?"

"I know!" Broly lifted his finger to the air as visibly, an idea had come to him. He climbed back into the ship and came out holding my duffle bag high in the air. I breathed heavily as I looked up, trying to make sight of what I could through the battering rain.

"Broly what-" He reached into the side pocket and I quickly realised what he was doing. "Wait no!"

Pulling out the parchment, he held it out to me with a smile. "We still have the-"

The rain, however, had other plans. As soon as the parchment was exposed, the water soaked through it, causing the ink to run and the paper to tear. I watched in horror as the coordinates, our only link to my family disintegrated in his hands.

"No! No, no, no!" I cried, grabbing at the ruined parchment, but it was too late. The information was lost. I sank to my knees in the mud, tears mixing with the rain on my face. "It's all gone. What are we going to do now?"

Broly knew it beside me, his strong hands gripping my shoulders to try and comfort me. I buried my head deep into my arms as he spoke into my ear. "Flora, we'll figure it out. We always do. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I messed up."

"But how?" I sobbed, the weight of the journey, the crash, and now the loss of the coordinates crashing down on me. "I was so close. I was so close to seeing my family again."

I could feel his gaze glued onto me, filled with determination. "Flora, look at me."

I met his eyes, and in that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The storm, the wreckage, the despair—all of it was distant compared to the connection I felt with him.

"We'll find your family," he said softly. "I promise you."

I wanted to believe him, but the enormity of our situation still felt overwhelming. My tears continued to flow, mingling with the rain that pelted us relentlessly. Broly's expression softened, and he closed the distance between us, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold rain.

He reached out and gently cupped my face in his hands, tilting it up to meet his gaze. His thumbs brushed away the tears on my cheeks. I looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, the fierce determination and the compassion that had been a constant source of strength throughout our journey.

Without a word, Broly leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was tender and full of reassurance, a promise of his unwavering support and love. It was as if he was trying to convey through that single touch everything he felt and believed—that we could overcome this together. I hesitated for a moment, but then my heart responded, and I kissed him back, letting the emotion of the moment wash over me. The storm raged on around us, but within that brief, intimate embrace, the world felt a little less chaotic. The kiss lingered for a heartbeat longer, a comforting anchor in the sea of uncertainty.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathless, the rain continuing to drench us. Broly's gaze was steady, his hold on me firm but gentle.

"We'll find another way," he said firmly. "We won't give up. Not now, not ever."

As the storm continued to rage, Broly and I stood together, united in our resolve. The ship was in ruins, and the coordinates were lost. It seemed hopeless. I wanted to stay as optimistic as he was but if I was honest, I struggled to. I was hoping we'd find a way. There just had to be a way.

"Hey! You two!" We heard someone suddenly scream out from behind us. I wiped my eyes and looked up from behind Broly to see a figure in the distance. It looked like one of the planet's inhabitants. I squinted, then looked at the spaceship, thinking to myself it would come as a shock. Broly stood at the ready in case they proved to be a threat.

"Can you hear me?! Yoo-hoo!" the voice called again, closer this time. Through the rain, I could make out a woman approaching us, her blue hair unmistakable even in the downpour.

"Stay here," Broly said, stepping forward protectively. I nodded, though curiosity compelled me to stand and peer over his shoulder.

As the woman drew nearer, I could see she was carrying an umbrella, which offered little protection against the fierce storm. Her determined stride suggested she was no stranger to challenging situations.

"Are you two okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. "I saw the crash coming on my radar and rushed straight over! That was quite a landing!"

As she finally approached she stopped in her steps. She glanced at the damaged wreckage for only a split second before her eyes locked on me. I looked back at her, feeling my face give her no expression in return. She gasped, dropping her umbrella in shock but I was quick to catch it for her.

"No way..." she whispered to herself. "I think I have someone you need to meet..."

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