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Remembering the Forgotten

The Reader revisits the beach that looks up at her dig site. But on this trip, something or someone in the water calls to her. When she answers, who she meets is more ancient than any artifact she’s ever held. And all he wants to do is possess and pleasure her to thier heart’s content.

Pairing: Sea God!Loki x Archaeologist!Reader

Warnings/Promises: cw food mention, bad night-swimming safety, magic, SMUT, oral (female receiving), p in v, shadow tentacle/magic bondage, overstimulation, ritualistic-ish smut, divine sugar baby proposition, mutual pining, bad archaeology humor

Word Count: 5500 (oops)

Note: I had another dig in Cyprus and I got to revisit my favorite beach. Which of course gave me a few ideas. Unlike the reader, I did forget my water shoes. If you ever go to Cyprus, don’t be me. Sorry not sorry for this blatant self-insertion fic I came up with on my last day of the dig. Happy reading!

With squeals of delight, you and your girl friends dashed into the waters. The waters off Kourion beach in Cyprus were barely rippled by waves. Last weekend, with the entire island lacking a breeze, the sea had been as calm as lake water. But this weekend, they managed several soft breaking waves. Which was a wonderful escape from the high temperatures ravaging the summer. And this year, you had not forgotten your swim shoes to combat the pebbles that outlined the beaches like a low defense wall.

And the beach was packed with tourists. And locals. Pooling your money, your little group had snared the last rentable chair and umbrella.

Your friend, Chiara, sighed as she let a wave wash over her shoulders. “This is why we let you talk us into these trips.”

The last of your trio, Lara, re-emerged after dipping her head under the water. “Almost makes all of those visits to your sites worth it.” She spun in place, digging a hole in the sand with her toes. “This is the perfect way to wash off all that sweat we made in Paphos.”

“Hey. I made sure you both wore enough sunscreen. And we all had enough water.” You pouted, a little hurt by Lara’s disdain. “I warned you guys that Paphos was luminous. The Romans loved white stones. Which unfortunately reflects every ounce of sunlight, but it was helpful back before electric light. Some of those stones were dimmed because the Romans also liked to purposefully weather the stone. They thought it gave their structures a worn, domestic look.” You were only a little miffed that both of your friends didn’t enjoy the archaeology of the site as much as you did. Then again, you were the one who dug here. They had to be bribed into this non-dig trip with promises of shopping in Nikosia and Omodos.

Lara dipped her head apologetically. Glancing up at the cliff-face that abutted the coat, she asked, “so where’s your site? Can we see it from here?”

“Oh, yeah.” You pointed from one side to the other. “That white tarp structure on the left is the House of Achilles, named for the mosaic inside. It’s next to the back exit of the site. And right there is where the paragliders take off, off the cliff. The whole stretch here is the city. And there, just right of that dip in the cliff, is my site. Past the curve there is the house of Eustolius, a rich guy who built a bathhouse for the city after the earthquake in the fourth century. But the whole top there is Kourion.”

A rogue wave nearly topped the three of you, making you all laugh even as you sputtered around the salt water. When the water leveled out, you could touch bottom again. The sand under your toes was soft and completely devoid of seashells.

Chiara looked back to watch for more rogues. “That’s still cool that you worked here. Have you ever thought about moving to the island? You obviously love it here. With so many museums, and all your professor’s connections, you could probably get a job. Easy.”

You dipped your head underwater to delay your response. This topic was a secret sore spot. “I don’t really have the personal credentials for the museums around here. My Greek is tolerable.”

“But it would get better the longer you’re here,” Lara added. She jumped with you as a wave rolled through.

“Perhaps. But,” you licked your salty lips, “I’m not a fan of the schmoozing you have to do at events. I would like a museum lab job. But not if it requires me to make… appearances. Makes me feel like I’m an animal in a zoo.”

“That’s fair.” As a preacher’s kid, Chiara knew what it was like to be constantly on display. Never able to step out of line in case it reflected bad on her dad. “Maybe we can find you a rich British guy who wants to vacation here permanently.”

You all giggled at that. Almost like they had been summoned, a group of three guys waved and hooted at your trio. It made you all burst out laughing. But before they could swim close, you all took off over the waves for “deeper” water. Being Kourion, the water didn’t actually get deeper. But definitely further from the shore.

Chiara didn’t let the subject go. “Come on. You’ve joked that a good, arranged marriage would be excellent for your school’s archaeology department.”

“Yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. “But I’m more likely to get hit on by a Russian than a Brit here.”

Lara gracefully drifted the conversation to something less embarrassing for you. She and Chiara began to plan the next shopping adventure.

But your focus had been stolen. Further out, near the line of buoys that kept people from swimming out to sea, you could see a man. His dark hair stood out against the bright horizon. The longer you looked at him, the stronger you could feel the current pulling at your legs.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You turned back to your friends, barely noticing the sudden drop in current. “What?”

“Are there any sites you want to see around Famagusta?”

“Yes… but we’re not going to Famagusta.”

“Why not?”

“It’s in the North!” While you re-gave them a quick history of the island and it’s split into more-or-less two countries, you could feel eyes prickling over your skin. When you looked into deeper water, you could have sworn that your dark-haired man was joined by someone with hair like the sun. But then Chiara was dragging you all back towards the shore for gelato.

A wave swelled up from out of nowhere, quickly overtaking your trio. It wasn’t a rogue. But it’s undertow fought your arms paddling in the opposite direction. Like the sea wanted you not only to stay in the water. But to go out deeper.

Which was ridiculous.

All the same, as the three of you crossed the small stones to the hot sand, something from the water called to you. You looked back. Your dark-haired mystery was gone.

***

“Why can’t I have her?” Loki slipped outside the buoys to the deep-water side. From there, nobody on the beach would be able to see them. While the mortals had put the line there as a deterrent for swimmers, he had applied magic to the rope long ago. “Brother, it has been a long time since I called a mortal to me. I have been patiently waiting.”

At his side, Thor crossed his arms. “These days are not like the old ones. The mortals will miss her. We can no longer take who we want while their families consider it a blessing. Now they send boats and pray to younger gods.” He followed Loki’s gaze in your direction. “Forget her, brother. Like you have all others.”

Loki nodded, even if that last statement was wrong.

Sure that you were far out of his brother’s mind, Thor dipped under the waters and swam out to sea.

But the dark-haired god lingered. With his magic, he could see you clearly sitting under that gaudy umbrella. He could smell the sweet sugar of your gelato. The warmth of the sun on your skin was cooled by the shade. He could taste each remaining rivlet of saltwater running down your arms and legs.

Loki leaned over the buoy. “Look at me,” he willed. After an eternity of seconds, you did. He knew you’d barely be able to see him over the waves and the glare of the sun. But he saw your head tilt to one side; curious.

He willed toward you another command. There wasn’t a chance that you’d swim out that second. But he could wait. He could relax under the waves until you stepped back into his domain, called by his silent whisper in your ear.

“Come back to me.”

***

Nightlife on Kourion beach was less stressful than the daytime. With the sun gone, the waves took on a foreboding warning. The only light on the waters came from the few restaurants sitting on the sand. Your trio was sat at the more expensive one in the middle. Next to your morning’s umbrella. This was also the one with the good gelato and other sweets behind display glass.

Chiara and Lara were happily munching on their desserts. You hadn’t ordered one. Instead, you were content to stare off into the waves, counting the stars that glimmered overhead.

The waves still called to you. Their relaxing pulse and crash pulled on you like a current, or like a string attached to your chest. You made up your mind.

“I’m going for a swim.”

Startled, Lara looked out into the waters. “Are you sure? It’s going to be really dark out there.”

You stood, shedding your wrap-around skirt and folding it over the back of your chair. “I’ll stay where you can see me. I promise.”

With the drop of the sun, the sand was cool under your toes. The water was pleasantly warm. Without your water shoes, you gingerly crossed the stones. Stepping into the sand on the other side was a relief. And further out, you could swim in waters less choppy than that morning.

Then you kept swimming out. And further. And further.

Looking back, you could still see your friends as if you’d never left the stones. And you could steadily stand on the perfectly smooth sand beneath the water. You could walk. Calmly, watching the stars and the shore, you kept walking backwards completely oblivious to how far out you were.

Until your shoulder blades bumped into the buoys.

“Hello.”

With a start, you dove into the water to swim away. But when you came up for air, you hadn’t moved.

The dark-haired man on the other side of the rope slid his eyes over you. They were bright, the same color as the Mediterranean on a sunny day. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I’m not sure what else you’d thought would happen. Poppin’ up outta the ocean like that.” Your heart thundered in your ears. The gentle movement of the water circled around you until you were calm again. “What are you doing out this far? In the dark?”

He grinned, dipping his head to face the water. “I was… I was waiting for you.” His eyes glanced over your lips. “The sea called to you, didn’t it? That’s why you came this deep. In the dark.”

For a split second, you considered diving under the waves to swim away again. But something about him… you had a feeling you would make it about as far as last time. “Who are you?”

Again, he grinned. This time, he kept eye-level with you. His canines were curved and sharp, like the teeth of a barracuda. He took your hand as you shivered. “I am known as Loki.” His hand, shimmery with salt water and the hint of scales, dragged you closer to the buoy. He kissed over your knuckles. “And you have nothing to fear with me.”

His kiss left your skin tingling. With a start, you realized why you had been so drawn to him that morning. “You… you visited my dig. Last season.” The tall, suited man. You had thought it odd for someone to wear so much black in so high a heat. But the kiss he laid on your knuckles was the same. The current of him was the same. As were his eyes.

Loki glanced back over the deeper call of the sea. “That – that I did. Though I would appreciate you not repeating it. I’m… I’m not supposed to visit land.” The water shuddered around him. “But, yes. We have met before. I was enchanted by you, Y/N. On land, I couldn’t call you to me. But when you and your friends came back to my beach,” he nodded, “I don’t usually believe in luck. Today has altered my perception.”

Your perception was changed too. The scales. The teeth. You should have been terrified. Instead, every word he said swam around your head like a sweet perfume. And like perfume, even if you did manage to get away, his thrall would linger. “Why me?”

“Why not you?”

“Because, I’m – I’m just—”

“Just you?” Before you realized what he was doing, the rope of the buoy drifted away, and he tugged you closer to his chest. The rope closed back behind you. “Just you: the archaeologist. The one who remembers the forgotten. Who gives stories to the lost. A woman who sees through dust and grime the beauty of the ancient and shares it with this new world.” He trailed his fingers across your forehead. “You chose this lonesome life.”

You started and reached back for the rope. When had it gotten so far away? “I am not lonesome. There was a whole crew up there with the same skills.”

Loki reached out, detangling your hand from the rope like a parent would their child from a sweet. “You saw things they didn’t.”

“It was my unit. My square of dirt to uncover. It’s my job to see things they don’t.”

His face drifted closer to yours. “But your view is unique.” Nose to nose, he smelled salty sweet. His grip moved further up your arm, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. “Let me show you ‘why you.’ Let me show you a unique view.”

This was crazy. He was probably dangerous. But, the scientist side of your heart, the one always yearning to learnt he unknown, wanted to see how this would play out. You wanted to know that ‘unique view.’

He smiled as you nodded.

The rope drifted further away.

“Wait!”

Loki stopped.

“I need… promise me that you will return me to my friends.”

“I promise: I will return you to your friends.” His words made the still waters ripple. The same way water echoes around a crocodile as it calls its mate.

“Whole and in one piece.”

His smile deepened. “I promise: I will return you to your friends. Whole, and in one piece.”

When the water stopped rippling, his arms wrapped around your waist. Above you, the stars barely moved. Around you, the water dragged on you like the wake of a large ship. The next time you blinked, Kourion beach was gone. In front of you, a large white stone, shaped like a clamshell, stuck up out of the water. The final steppingstone in a trio from the beach.

“That’s,” you gasped, “that’s Aphrodite’s rock.” You pushed him away to spin around. “But- but that’s two hours down the coast!” When you swam back into his space, you noticed dark tendrils surrounding his shadow under the water. “Who are you?”

“I am Loki.”

“Loki… what are you?”

He circled his thumbs over your shoulders while he looked out to sea. “I am the forgotten. The story-less. Will,” he whispered, “will you remember me, Y/N?”

The eyes that bored into you were more green than blue. And they were filled with so much desperation that your chest ached. You slid your hands up his bare arms to his shoulders. You rubbed your thumbs into his skin, mirroring the movement that he had stilled. “But… Aphrodite. Isn’t this her… her territory?”

He chuckled. Giving you gentle push, the water moved out of the way until your back was against the rough rock. “She won’t mind. We’re just borrowing it.”

You reached up to cup his face. This was crazy. He was acting as if… as if he was some sort of god. Long forgotten. Maybe he was. Who knew who all the ancients worshiped? How many temples and high places had gone missing through the millennia? In your own excavated villa… it was missing ninety percent of its painted frescos. All that lost data.

He was asking you to remember him.

“I don’t know if I can remember you.” Your lips trembled with shuddered breaths as he moved closer. His chest was warm under your hands. “I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or not. If I wake up—”

“Why does it matter if this is a dream?” He ran his nose along your cheek. “Are you willing to dream it? To dream it with this ancient artifact?”

You grinned, mirroring his movement with your nose and his cheek. “Old? You don’t look a day over nine hundred.”

“Why thank you.”

As he spun with you in his arms, you laughed. He laid you on a flat place on the rock that jutted out into the water. The waves were picking up. They drifted over your chest, your breasts sticking half above and below their touch.

Biting your lip, you ran your fingers through his dark hair. “You know, they say if you swim around this rock seven times… Aphrodite blesses you with her beauty.”

“You don’t need such a blessing.” Loki crawled over top of you, kissing your forehead. “And you’ve been talking to a younger crowd. The older story is that she re-grants you your virginity for swimming around. Will you want such a blessing after tonight with me?” His mouth fell open as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. His heaving breath said he could taste the salt on your lips.

“Depending on how this goes…” you arched your chest up into his. “Seven laps won’t do the trick. And, if I am to remember you… why would I need the blessing?”

Eyes glowing, you couldn’t tell whether it was with moon light or desire, Loki dipped his head to press a deep kiss against your lips. Your whole body responded. Immediately, your hands dug into the soft skin of his back. Your legs wrapped around him, tangling you two together like old lovers. When he kissed the under curve of your neck, his sharp teeth dragging over the sensitive skin, you trembled.

Was this a trick? Had he brought you here to drain you?

“You have nothing to fear from me, Y/N.” Loki kneaded his hands over your breasts. His body rocked into yours like a beginning storm. He whispered, “nothing to fear.” With a snap, your swimsuit was gone. Which left more of your skin to slide against his. The soft scales that covered his body made him look like he was filled with moonlight. Their edges caught at your skin like thousands of tiny kisses.

And you could feel him.

His length laid across your lower tummy. You hesitated to look down at it. Chiara’s spicy books had nothing on the heat and weight of it. The weight of him, ready for you. Waiting who knows how long for your return so he could have you. You felt precious. Like a beloved artifact newly found.

You cried out as his fingers curled into you. Out to sea, the waves crashed higher and higher. As did your pleasure. Loki sucked deeply at the valley between your breasts. You arched into his taste and ground down into his touch. Impossible as it was, you felt more than his two pairs of hands traveling across your skin exposed to the water. You thought about the tendril shadows you’d seen. Your definition of impossible was changing by the second. Especially when Loki mouthed at the side of your breast, then licked your nipple into his mouth. You were receiving lovemaking from a god. Your mind spun.

Digging a hand into his hair, attempting to move him as you liked failed. Loki knew what you needed. How, you didn’t care. But his fingers curled when you needed. They scissored you open in time with your gasps and moans. And his thumb circled your clit before you could begin to beg. But you begged anyway. Here was a god. Pinning you down to a goddess’s rock in the middle of the night. You begged for more. More of him. You wanted to feel him. Wanted to be full with him.

“All in due time, my love.” He kissed you deeply, darting his tongue between your teeth to taste more of your mouth. “I need to prepare you.”

“I’m ready. Please. Fill me. Fuck me. I’m yours, Loki. Please.”

He growled. The rumble pressed into your chest, making your thighs tremble around his hips. Curling his fingers rougher, Loki hummed with delight as your slick seeped into the sea around his touch. He slid back into the water, disappearing underneath it. But he dragged your waist further down the rock, until your hips were underwater too. Only then did he dip his tongue into your heat. You cried out to the empty night sky as he ravaged you with his long tongue. Fingers and tongue toying with your walls and your clit, your vision blurred quickly. His tendrils pinned down your writhing hips before you could crawl away from him.

And he kept going. Through a second and a third of your release. The sharp teeth at the edges of his mouth teased with danger. When he finally brought his head up out of the water, he stared you down like a creature untamed. His green eyes shined like back-lit emeralds. He placed his hands on your tummy and rested his chin there.

“Do you still want more, mortal?”

Despite a voice screaming in the back of your head that you’d had plenty… your body begged louder for more. Every cell was alight. Every nerve ending crackled with desire for what Loki was offering.

You reached for him. His fingers tangled with yours. Leaning up, he pinned your hands to the rock on either side of your head. He kissed your forehead while his cock rutted into your sex.

“That wasn’t an answer, my love. I need an answer. Or perhaps you’d like me to take you back to your friends already?”

Frantic, you shook your head. “Please. Fill me. Loki… need you.”

“Of course.”

Despite your whimpered pleas, Loki entered you slowly. You breathed out one breath in time with his thrust. And had to inhale for another. The drag of him teased with your sensitivity. With a final thrust that Loki groaned through, you came again. Your hands clawed the air, still pinned down high above your head. Loki panted. He watched your face as it contorted in pleasure. His scales rippled as your sounds washed over him.

“I could keep you forever,” he murmured.

Was that a threat or a promise?

He didn’t give you time to consider it either way. Fully seated, he refused to move. Instead, his fingers slowly circled your clit. The stars disappeared from your sight as you closed your eyes. Pinned down by your wrists in his other hand, you did your best to roll your hips to inspire him to move. But dark shadows wrapped around your thighs. They pulled your thighs away from Loki’s waist, spreading you open and capturing your movements. Loki increased the speed of his fingers. Unable to move, your voice made up for the difference. You cried out his name, Begging. Pleading. For what, you could never specify. But he understood. Loki gaze focused on the place where your bodies connected. A few moments later, he watched your body spasm around him. Your walls clamped down on his cock, making him moan.

“Only a few more to go.”

“What?” You opened your eyes. Under the starlight, you barely saw the tendrils dart through the water. But you felt them. You felt them wrap around every inch of you that was possible of shifting or arching. They took hold of your wrists, pinning them together. A few wrapped around your waist, pressing you into the rock. More crisscrossed over your chest, between your breasts, squeezing them and pinning down your torso. Within seconds, you couldn’t move a muscle. Except for the ones currently wrapped around a god.

Loki slid his hands up the underside of your thighs. “Look at you,” he purred. His thumbs smoothed just shy of holding open your lower lips. “Gorgeous and spread out, just for me. My brother be damned.” He thrust once, joining your cry with his own. “All mine.”

Every movement was his own. You could do nothing. Except make every sound that your body willed. Pinned as you were, it heightened every in and out. Every delicate tracing of his fingertips across your skin was like fire. And you were very willing to burn. Or drown. The water crashed against you with the same force as his hips. A tendril kept your head above water. But as Loki’s pace stuttered and faltered, the shadows lost their strength.

You whimpered, “cum with me. Loki, let go.”

“Not yet.” He restarted a steady pace.

“Why not?”

“You’ll see. It’s part of the view.”

The view. The only unique view you cared about at this point was how Loki, your great god of the sea, looked like he was about two seconds from going feral sea monster on you. His eyes were wild and wide. Like he could see every tremble and tremor of your body. His breath stuttered as if he could feel your crashing pleasure like earthquakes. Your eyes crossed, blurring your vision of him. But that was part of the view too. As pleasure once again crested over your body, Loki’s grip tightened around you everywhere. His reaction was a mirror of what you were doing to him.

As your body came down from it’s high, the tendrils lightly squeezed and massaged. You fought to catch your breath. When you opened your eyes, Loki was panting above you. He cupped your face in his hand, pleased when you pressed your cheek into his palm.

“Can you give me one more, love?”

“Oh, Loki…”

“Just one more. I know you can. You’re doing wonderfully.” With a flick of his wrist, the tendrils moved away until you could only feel him. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. The mixture of salt from the sea and your sweat made his mind spin. Quickly, he gripped the base of his cock. Still impaled within you, the fluttering of your walls kept him on edge. “Just one more. And then you’ll be mine.”

A smidgen of clarity tugged at your mind. “What?” What was he doing to you?

“One more, Y/N. Then all will be revealed.”

Finally free, you reached up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. It brought Loki close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin. It made you breathless, his last first drag out of your sex. When he slammed home within you, his shout rang against the stone under your head. Yours traveled to echo against the sky. You felt blissfully numb. With so much thrumming of your nerves and how worn out your pussy was, you were about ready to pass out into your deepest sleep ever.

“Give me one more, Y/N. Can you feel it? How perfectly you fit into my arms? How every pulse and beat of your heart matches mine? Can you see it? How well we fit together?” Loki gripped your chin, making you refocus on his face. “Please. Stay with me.”

Something about his tone told you the plea wasn’t just for tonight.

Then he was moving like the sea in a hurricane and you couldn’t think. Your hands clambered to feel him everywhere. Your thighs tightened around his hips. Your legs wrapped around him, locked closed at your ankles. He had pinned you into place. Now it was your turn.

He moaned as your nails dragged down his back. Panting and falling forward, Loki glared at you with a smile as you clamped your walls around his length. He kneaded your breasts in retaliation. Pinching your nipples between his fingers, he tugged on them to guide your body into an arch. It deepened the reach of his cock. Delighted, he wrapped an arm under the small of your back as you wailed his name. He could feel your release coming. And this time, he had no desire to hold back on his own.

“Come with me, Loki.” You ran your trembling thumb across his cheek. “Make me yours.”

“Yes, my love.”

The waves crashed against the rock around you. Gently misted with sea foam, you finally smiled as Loki filled you. The rush and heat of his release sent you spiraling into an orgasm of your own.

Loki continued to thrust, chasing the final sparks of pleasure. When he finally stopped, he gently pushed your sweat-stuck locks of hair off your face. He kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes under the tenderness of it.

When you reopened them, Loki had you stretched out on your own square of soft sand on Aphrodite’s pebble beach. He stretched out beside you, finally giving you the view of his whole form. His fingertips ran up and down your arm. You splayed out your hand on the sand, steadying yourself. How many times had he made you cum?

“Seven.”

“Hmm?”

He grinned. “One orgasm for each magic lap you could have taken.” Laughing with you, he especially watched some beads of water pool in the hollow of your throat as you laid back. “Stay with me.”

“Loki—”

“You will want for nothing. While I am mostly confined to the water, on land you will have everything you need. You can do archaeology year-round, if you want. Or only once a year. I can arrange everything. You need not struggle with finding a place to belong. You won’t have to… how did you put it? Schmoozing.”

You laughed, but felt a weight grow in your chest.

“The mortals are building new villas near here. You can pick one out. They’re an area that’s going to be called Aphrodite’s Hills.” He scoffed. “Since when do gods stay in the place of their birth? I can assure you, the one they sometimes call Zeus does not visit Crete.”

“Loki… I can’t.”

He froze, staring up at you. “Why?”

“For starters… you promised to take me back to my friends.”

His body shuddered. “Whole. And in one piece.”

“Yes.” You licked your lips. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I need – I don’t know what I need.”

Loki took back his touch. He dragged his finger through the sand instead, carving runes and spirals into the granules. “You’re not leaving for a while yet, right?”

“We leave a week from tomorrow.”

He nodded. As his voice stuttered, his eyes bored into yours. Begging. “Then think about it. You don’t have to decide right now. But… before you leave, visit the beach. Any beach. And bring me an answer.” He looked back down at the sand. “Even if it’s no.”

You curled your finger under his chin, guiding him to look at you. “I will.”

It only took a minute to give you back your swimsuit and return you to Kourion beach. The glow of the restaurant illuminated your friends in the distance. Loki held you close and pressed his lips to your forehead. “Come back to me,” he whispered.

“I will.” You kissed him back. It took everything within you to pull away. “And no matter what happens… I will not forget you, Loki.”

He smiled, dipping his head before he could overwhelm you with how much he didn’t want you to leave. You drifted away, back under the buoys. With a nod, he sent a wave that carried you back to the beach. When you looked back, he was gone.

Lara waved as you walked out of the water. “There you are. We lost sight of you for a second when the waves got big.” As you joined them at the table, she shrugged. “Still not much of a swim. You were only out for, what, five minutes. Was it too dark and scary out there?”

Five… five minutes?

Chiara interrupted, “hey, we were just talking: you sometimes lick pottery to see if it’s glazed right?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s the oldest thing you’ve licked?”

You stammered, trying to think while your body was trying to recover from your divine experience. “Um, two- no. Three… thousand years old. My first dig was in the Levant. An Iron age site. I couldn’t tell pottery from bone. Bone sticks to your tongue while ceramic doesn’t—”

Lara laughed. “The oldest thing you’ve licked was three thousand years old. Damn! Would make a good t-shirt: I lick ancient things. Am I an archaeologist or did I go down on the old gods?”

Slapping at her shoulder with a giggle, Chiara urged her to be quiet as the people at a neighboring table looked over. But you were too busy thinking to notice. If you took up Loki’s offer, perhaps you could be one archaeologist who could boast of having done both.

*** An earlier trip to Cyprus: Aphrodite’s Rock (S, Bucky Barnes x Reader)

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Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) Masterlist

A/N: I warned y'all I was in a mood. Thanks to @leighsartworks216 for letting me yell at them about this stuff. This is me at my full self indulgent, so, be warned. (If you want a part two with more thoughts, let me know! Or let me know which one of these you'd like to see a full fic for)

Astarion makes a game out of slipping food into Evie's bag and pockets

Like they’re in a market and when they get back she finds an extra apple in her pack. Or she searches her pockets and suddenly there’s a handful of roasted nuts that weren’t there before. She's asked him about it once they’re traveling, but Astarion just shrugs telling her his little snack deserves some of her own.

At first it was about the number of items, but when he realized he could cheat by counting individual roasted walnuts it lost some of the fun, then it became a matter of size

His triumph was a full loaf of bread (his goal is one day a whole melon)

He doesn't mention how he's notice her sneak her fair share of apples off some unexpecting merchant's cart, or how she slips extra food into a napkin before stuffing it in her pocket

And he certainly doesn't mention how he can't stand to see her hungry, even for a moment

Astarion just being cat coded, especially when it comes to cuddling

There are days he doesn't want to be touched; even after he and Evie get together he's got 200 years of abuse to sort through

There are times he feels guilty feeling this way, he knows for a fact Evie would never hurt him, but the idea of touching anyone just burns his skin

But then there are the opposite times, when all he wants to do is surround herself in her warmth and scent, listening to her heart and feeling her touch

Evie only partially chides him for it. She can't be expected to lay in bed all day to which Astarion only scoffs. She can't possibly expect him to just give up on his limited time alone with her (limited being a two hour gig at the local tavern). No, she's going to stay right there, with him and take his attentions until he good and ready to let her up again. Evie only laughs accepting her fate as she runs her fingers through his hair letting herself sink into the plush mattress and the comforting weight of his body on top of hers

Evie insisting Astarion would make a wonderful musician; he's got the hands for it and has never been silent about his opinions abut music

Astarion, however, really isn't the best student, at least with Evie's way of teaching

He has he potential to be technically proficient, but Evie learned by ear and that's how she teaches it

All the same, he does try and actually finds himself enjoying it a quite bit

There's something in the back of his mind, a half remembered feeling that he's done this before

The smell of the wood under his nose, the feel of the string under his fingers; muscles memory from a life stolen away

It's...comforting

He makes Evie swear not to tell anyone about his new hobby and she keeps her mouth shut

Astarion helping Evie find a good proper winter coat.

Astarion is actually really sensitive to cold so once the seasons change he’s like, “wait I’ve got gold, I can buy as many coats and gloves as I want!” Evie encourages him, but when he brings up something to get her, she keeps insisting she’s fine. Astarion knows that’s bullshit. This is the same person who wraps themselves up like a cocoon (hogging all the blankets at the same time) every night no matter the weather.

Astarion is having none of it and starts pressuring her to try on some coats, just to see how they feel. He watches until finally she slips on one and her eyes light up with that “this is it” spark. She looks good in it, but more importantly she’s warm. He can also see her start to mentally talk herself out of it. But before she can Astarion is already paying the shop owner. And he’s picked out a scarf and gloves to match. It wouldn’t do to have his love lose her nose and fingers would it?

Evie protesting saying that he doesn’t have to do all this for her. She’d been looking after herself just fine long before they met. Astarion just shrugs wrapping the new scarf around her neck as he tells her, “arguable, but that’s beside the point. I am here now, and I swore to myself some time ago that you would never be cold again. You wouldn’t want to make me a liar.” Evie touched, but needing to deflect says, “You are a liar.” Astarion looks her in the eye then, his expression taking on a severity that he only gets when he’s being completely serious, “Not on the important things. Not with you.”

Evie has learned how best to wake Astarion up without startling him too much so he hurts himself or her. Not grabbing him, but brushing a hand through his hair and whispering to him, or making sure he gets a good inhale of her scent or something else that relaxes him. It helps ease him out.

After that it's up to him whether he wants her close or needs to take a walk. It's part of the reason why he doesn't necessarily like sleeping by himself. Left alone with his own thoughts makes it easily to slip into that dark hole. Being near the warmth of his love and surrounded in their smell helps him know he's safe.

Astarion watching Evie as she takes her bows, stopping at a few tables to pick up some extra coin and chat up the crowd. She's lively with a bright smile, cracking a few jokes before moving on to the next table. It would be near impossible to spot, but he can as she briefly meets his eye across the room. She's getting tired and is ready to go home. Finally she makes her way to him, the mask of the performer sliding off as she sinks into his arms. He still doesn't quite know how she does it. One second the room couldn't take their eyes off her and the next she's just another face. He can't bring himself to complain though, it's easier to keep her all to himself and to make a clean exit. Still he offers for them to stay a little longer; far be it for him to deny her joy. She just shakes her head, giving him a smile, not bright but achingly warm, the one he knows is just for him, before asking him to take her home. Now that he is more than happy to do.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion x oc #astarion ancunin #spawnsong #astarion x evie #ace!tav #bard!tav #bg3 tav #bg3 oc

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sullivrs · 8 months

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FOR JASMINE ( Ellie ) | E.W

ʚ Wc // 0.4k ʚ Warnings // Cheating , Angst ʚ A/N 💬 // This is my first fic and as I said Im a beginning writer. I also might make a part 2 because of how short this is but tell me your thoughts!! ʚ PS // This isnt proofread so it might have many spelling errors ‼️

I am watching you Watching the way you watch people do The things that they do

November 20th 9:22 You and Ellie had been dating since you two were 18. It was a private relationship, as much as you two wanted to show each other off , she wasnt as ready as you were. So you decided to give her time to sort through her problems, while you sort yours.

The only two people that knew about you two were Dina , your best friend , and Jesse , another person you had grown close with when you moved to jackson. So when you had been invited to join them at the tipsy bison , you were overjoyed. Ever since Dina and Jesse had broken up things had been awkward to say the least. But you hoped things would somewhat go back to normal. Soon later , when you arrived to the tipsy bison , you saw something you hoped never to see in a million years.

A year from now , you would have never imagined things would end up like they did.

When walking into the tipsy bison , seeing Dina and Ellie— kissing. It seemed like Ellie didnt see you at first. But when she did , she felt her body freeze up. You felt tears prick your eye’s as you walked out. You felt everyones eyes on you as you ran towards your home. Feeling a mix of pain and sadness.

Walking into your room that night , you felt yourself let go. The tears fell from your eyes fall down with every breath you took. Quiet sobs filled your home that night. You never knew things would be like this but you knew you couldnt stay with Ellie longer , your heart wouldnt let you. You knew you had to face her at one point. But first you needed time to heal. If it was possible.

It had been a week since you saw Ellie. The break up was nothing you two had talked abut , but you knew you had to. Ellie had lingered in your mind since that day. And the fact that everyone was talking about what had happened between Ellie and Dina , didn’t make things much better. And at some point you had to face the fact that you and Ellie could never work. What didnt help was the voice in the back of your mind telling you if she really loved you that much , she would give you an explanation. But until then , things stayed the same.

December 5th 8:41

When Word had gone out that you were leaving jackson , Ellie knew she had to confront you about that day. Which was a fear of hers she had to put aside. She needed to talk to you even if she knew you hated her. But when arriving to your home , all that was left was an envelope on the counter reading “To Ellie”

#ellie x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #angst #ellie williams #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams angst

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request a fic where Bruce tries to show off to odduck? I feel like that would be so cute 🥰 if not that’s absolutely fine!

Bruce wasn't stupid.

He knew he was attractive. He knew that was why most people were interested in him to start with. But- this felt different.

Seeing your pupils dilate and watching you get flustered when you'd walked in to him working out. Bless you, you were trying so hard not to just stare at him. To be respectful. And somehow that just gave him more incentive to do it.

It was adorable, watching you try to focus on the conversation when your mind was on something vastly different. He knew what you wanted. You wanted him to let you touch him. You'd probably love to bite him. To have him take the rest of his clothes off... His poor doctor. You probably wanted a lot of things. So many things you weren't sure where to start.

"I should probably let you get back to-"

"Please don't," Bruce grunted, dropping from the pull up bar and crossing the floor, "I like having an audience."

"I- um- uh-"

"You're so cute when you're so horny you can't think straight," he teased.

"I-I- I just came down here to- I didn't mean to-"

"Don't be sorry, Doctor," he said. "You can come and objectify me any time you like." He grinned and kissed your nose. "It does wonders for my ego."

"But you hate it when-"

"I like it when you do it," he said simply. And it was true. He really did- because he didn't feel objectified- not really. You'd come down to tell him abut what you'd been working on. And you tried. Not to stare or drool. Just to talk to him. It wasn't your fault your brain short-circuited any time you looked at him. "You're so cute when you're trying to be mindful of my modesty," he teased.

"I didn't want to make you feel weird," you murmur feeling stupid.

"And I don't" he assured you, kissing your nose again, "But I am ready for a shower... if you'd like to join me-'

"Can I?" you ask, biting your lip.

"Absolutely," he chuckled. "I'm not quite done showing off yet."

#Bruce Wayne x reader #bruce wayne #ask answered #minors dni #odd duck!reader #reader insert #thirst trap thursday

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 2 years

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Pairing- Lo'ak x Aunt!reader

Summary- Lo'ak lost a very important scroll only to have it catch onto a vicious creatures claw and into the forest and he finds help from someone unexpected.

A/N- ngl i watched Encanto with my nephew and Bruno and Mirabels relationship is what made thia fic come to life.

Na'vi Translations: Palulukan- thantor, Nantang- viperwolf, tinan mo- reading space, yayo- bird, Ma 'ite- my daughter

Lo'ak fucked up.

He majority and royally fucked up.

All because of a stupid bet.

"Lo'ak you are the biggest pussy I have ever met." Spider laughed and Lo'ak huffed at his jokes, for what seemed like forever, nineteen minutes, Lo'ak talked about how he could totally get an scroll and no one would do anything about it. "I bet if your dad was right here you wouldn't even look or even think about the scrolls." Spider let out a loud laugh before tapping his old friends shoulder just to be shrugged off. Lo'ak was thinking, thinking 'I'm not a pussy, I'll show this little shit head something." He stood up and now looked down at the human male. "I bet I could get the scroll take it all the way out to the forest and no one would even notice." Lo'ak betted and Spider stood on a rock now eye to eyes with him.

And just as he betted off his favorite weapon he stole the scroll, some scroll that talks of a really old and sacred ritual, some spiritual mumbo jumbo he could learn abut from his grandmother or mother. He walked deep into the trees of Pandora's jungle, hopping from tree branch to tree branch he sees a grass opening and his hand softened with the grip it had in the scroll and then he sees a palulukan was lying down for a nap in the sun getting up and looking around. And then Lo'aks attention turns to a yell that was a little too familiar. "Lo'ak that was one of the most important scrolls Spider told us because we need it!!!" Neytiri screamed as she search from above on her ikran. And as he went to turn he lost his footing, dropping the scroll to catch a branch. His eyes widen as it landed right on top of the palulukans head and it went on as if nothing farther into the forest.

He found himself searching through the forest for a scroll on top of one of the most deadliest predators. He had never been this deep in the forest, he didn't know what was surrounding him, if something was watching him, but there was no way he was going home without that scroll. As he walked farther he was snatched from the middle of the foret to behind a tree hand over his mouth.

"Shut up."

He watched as you held your hand over his mouth and how you watched a pack of nantang stalk past you and then when they pasted and three more minutes you pushed him forward. You look at him and then turn away walking deeper into the forest. He quickly followed you never losing your trail. You stop and turn around annoyed from his presence. "Go home kid." You tell him. "I j-just wanted to say thank you for saving me back their." He thanked you and waited for your response but all you did was continue to walk.

He trailed behind you.

"I said go home."

"I need, I just need some kind of directions." Lo'ak spoke and you turned around to him. "With." You ask. If all honesty he intrigued you and by his five fingers he had people of the sky blood running through his veins. "Well I lost a scroll an ancient one and it kind of fell from my hand." You face fell serious as you stared at him rolling your eyes as you continued to walk. "What?" He yelled running up towards you now jogging as your longer legs made wide strides. "It is your fault you lost the scroll you find it." You quickly responded ducking under a branch.

Lo'ak took a few head turns taking in the unventored parts of the jungle.

"Well it's not my fault I lost it." Lo'ak said before huffing as a branch flew towards his face only stopped by your bow. "Is that so?" You say and he rolls his eyes before ducking under the tree and heading to wherever you were taking him.

"I wouldn't have dropped it if my mother, Neytiri, didn't scream my name and lose my focus." The familiar names made you stop dead in your tracks. "Neytiri.." you whispered but not quiet enough apparently. "You know her?" He asked and you sigh before your eyes widen. "You are Neytiri's son." You say hand rubbing your eyes. "Yeah." He says. "Oh Eywa." You whisper. "What?" He asked and you shook your head and laughed. "Are you punishing me, Great Mother?" You yell to the sky. "Neytiri is my sister."

Lo'aks jaw fell slack, and eyes widened and then a smile cracked his lips. You huffed as you walked through the forest. The rest if the walk was quick as you were so lost in thought you couldn't talk.

Neytiri, your sister. Your older obnoxious teasing sister is a mother. Did she just have him or does she have more? Who is her mate? Is she happy? Content? Does she still think about you just as much as you did her.

You blinked the tears that were in your eyes away as you opened a makeshift curtain letting the kid into your home.

You walked in shortly after jim making sure no one else was lurking because you were paranoid like that.

Walking into your home you see the boy playing around with the claw of your lost ikran, Hafyon. All because if the war you lost your best friend, your soul brother. Slapping his hand away you take his claw and place it in a small drawer made of plants and tree bark.

He walks off to another dresser that was covered in books you documented in and you may or may not have swiped from the tinan mo before leaving. Picking amd book up a quickly getting disinterested , huffing out loudly and outting the book down a layer if dust coming up from the contact if harsh air, in your defense you haven't had much time to read.

"So you like my aunt or something?" He asked pointing at him and then you scrunching up eyebrows, these are some of the first eyebrows you've seen on a Na'vi. "Well I suppose, seeing as your mother is my sister." you said blatantly. " And you like have been living her for almost a decade no contact with anyone." He said and you seem almost offended you do have contact with people or atleast things.

"I have contact with the yayo." You say picking up a small bird that sat down eating the food you left for them. "This is Ra'zuk he is quite a cute bird isn't he." You say scratching his belly earning a chirp.

"Yeah totally." Lo'aks sarcasm was easily detected as you say the bird down and followed the boy to a living your type area, flopping down on a little recliner you made your legs were perched up and back finally relaxed after a day of scouting for any remote danger.

"Soooooo," Lo'ak dramatically said sitting on a very small chair that was small enough to probably be a side table to hold one singular lamp.

"hm." You responded. "Why have you been here and not living in the new hometree my father constructed with the clan, with your family, with us, my mother, and Grandmother Mo'at." You peaceful relaxation ended right there, opening your eyes you deadpanned looking at him. "Just go home and don't tell anyone this happened." You try to tell him but the stubborn boy wouldn't listen. "Just what happened?" He asked getting irritated with your lack of an answer.

It was quiet, an unsettling, off-putting, silence. The thing to break it was one last sigh that left your throat.

"I left because I was a problem." You said and he left his head, ears perched and eyes widened in intrest. "What do you mean problem."

"Well me and my sister, we both are talented warriors, but I have a tendency to find my way into a little bit more trouble than most." You explain. "And my mother, which makes her your grandmother didn't like that, and one day it was shortly after that demon from the sky JakeSully showed up. And I saved him and a group of others from a mini pack if viperwolves once, they really didn't know how to hunt." You laugh at that memory.

"Okay in with the story, one day a sky person blew up a lake sight, it was so beautiful, so many innocent creatures died all because they are greedy, but I knew what everyone was gonna think because I'm Y/N and I always mess things up." You say getting up to stop yourself from crying. "So I left." You finish.

Lo'ak knows what you feel like, its how he feels with Neteyam and he couldn't let you stay here plu he needed help finding the scroll. "How about you come home?" He suggested and you looked at him as if he had five heads. "You help me find the scroll and they'll see that 'oh she is more mature she'll be let back in'. He finished his sentence and now your head hurt and you wanted him out, wanted your quite, slightly creepy little jungle back.

"Y'know what I'll help you find that stupid scroll," you say and he gets visibly excited and you had to shut that down. "But," you say picking up your bow. "After that I'm going back to my home and you go back to yours." You tell him and he nods.

Heading back out of the little hut you make and easy knot to close the curtain.

"So you say it landed in palulukan hair?" You ask him picking some soil off the ground and rubbing it between your fingers. "Yes, and I know palulukan hair is so thick its almost impossible anything will fall out." Lo'ak said and you shook you head. "This way." You say pointing a little west. As you walked in silence as you hunted down the scroll Lo'ak began to notice large scars that lingered on your arm, legs, and there was one on the left side of your face.

"Where are these scars from?" He chippered, he wanted to make conversation. "A few nantangs, a few dinicthoids, and a few other animals I've had to fight to live." You reply and back to silence it was.

It was about 15 minutes back into the silence and you thought you should at least try and make conversation. "So, hows you life, you got siblings?" You ask. His head peaks up and he smiles halfheartedly. "Yeah I got an older brother, Neteyam total suck up always 'Yes sir' 'No sir' always thinks hes responsible for me so annoying." The way he talked about his brother reminded you of you and Neytiri in your youth.

"And then I have two sisters Kiri and Tuk, Kiri is adopted but that doesn't really matter she's my age and is training to be Tsahik after grandmother, and Tuk she's kinda just the perfect little sibling except she's always following me around."

Finishing his little introduction to his siblings you nodded. "I know I've been asking a lot of questions." He began and you breath in deep before getting ready to answer another one of questions.

"Why'd you stay so close? Why not leave?" He asked and you feet stilled stopping in the middle of the forest. "I love my family and I could never leave my family, but I guess the main reason I stayed was one day I hoped maybe I would go back, but thats just a dream anyways we're here." You say and you push a bush to the side showing a pile of rubble sitting in a what would be a clear opening to the woods.

He was the first one to step from behind the bush and then you making but not before making sure nothing followed you.

"Wow." He said looking at all the stuff that was just piled on top of everything. "This is were Ikeyni leaves all the stuff that gets caught in her hair." You tell him sticking your bow in a easy and accessible corner and get ready to look through all the trash. "Ikeyni?" He asked. "Oh well I've had to run from her so many times that I gave her a name." You say. " Come lets begin looking." You say hands making the first dent of the pile.

-2 hours later-

The sky was darker and you and Lo'ak reeked of molded fruit and sweat and still no scroll.

"Ugh its useless I guess I'm going to have to live in exile like you cause I refuse to face the wrath of my mother not to mention my father." Lo'ak said sitting down in a circle made by the rubble around. "I don't live in exile I live here on my own free will." You reply to him and he puts his hands up. You sit next to him and you breathed heavy from how much stuff you moved. You two sat in silence, nothing moved, nothing jumped out, nothing.

It was depressing that's what it was.

Lo'ak took a deep breath and looked around, and it almost missed his eye. A rolled up leaf, that had little creases showing that its been used by many, and it had the Omaticaya clan symbol on it. He crawl quickly to it and open it and it was just as he prayed to the great mother it was. "I found it!" He yelled in excitement and you ran to him taking the scroll from him before he got up and jumped in excitement.

He smiled up at you and you smiled at him before breathing out. " Come I will take you home." You say moving the bush for him once more. And just before you left you saw two glowing dark eyes looking at you, you smile before bowing you head to the palulukan. As she does.

Lo'ak was all smiles as you walked him closer to hometree, he held a tight grip on scroll sure not to lose it this time.

Now you stood at least ten feet from the hometree and you and Lo'ak looked at each other. "Well let's go give them the scroll." He said pulling your arm and you retract it back. "Lo'ak I am not going." You say and he looks at you confused.

""You're the one who lost the scroll Lo'ak you should be the one who gives it to them." You say moving your hands around. He looks at you as if you made the lamest joke he's heard. "Your afraid Grandmother will see you." He said. "Yup, I- I mean yes yes." You say as you start to walk behind a tree only stopping when your first foot makes it behind a tree. "Hey Lo'ak when you give them back the scroll and everything is alright come visit?" You ask him and he smiles. "Aunt Y/N when I give them back the scroll I'm bringing you home." He said and you only smiled before disappearing into the jungles of Pandora.

He watched debating in dragging you back, you didn't deserve to leave so far yet so close from people who love you.

He sighed before walking into hometree.

And as Lo'ak walked to his home you walked to yours, he reminded you of well yourself at his age, full of ignorance only wanting to have fun and to be loved. And you wondered about your sister and her family, and then you thought of your mother. You never fot to tell her how much you appreciated her and lived her before you left. Pulled from your thoughts you heard a ikran screech your ears perched, and then your thoughts went to Lo'ak.

Seeing a stray pa'li, throwing your leg over it and connecting your cue you ride to the hometree.

"Lo'ak how could you be so reckless-" Jake said to Lo'ak as his family surronded them and he got cut off by the sound of horse hoofs stomping breaking his scolding.

Jumping off the horse you point towards them as you breath heavily, "Its not his fault." You yelled as Neytiri and Mo'at looked taken back. "He wanted me to help find the scroll and i was like 'go home kid and he was all 'no I'm gonna find the scroll-" cut off by the warm embrace of Mo'ats arms crashing into you.

You stumbled back before wrapping your arms around her. She stepped back before caressing your face. "Ma 'ite." It was one of the few times Mo'at smiled, truly smiled. You looked at your sister bashfully she had a hand over her mouth and eyes displayed no emotion. You sent her a sheepish smile before she reached out seeing if you were real and when yiu stayed she threw herself into tiur arms whispering about how if you ever leave again she'll skin you and how much she missed you.

"You guys have a aunt." Jame said stunned and Lo'ak nodded at his father before looking back at you. "We have an aunt."

#avatar 2 #avatar 2022 #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar x reader fluff #avatar x y/n #lo'ak x aunt!reader #lo'ak x y/n #lo'ak x you #avatar x you

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never-ending-fanfic · 9 months

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For the WIP Ask Game anything to share on ‘Five things the Spectres found out about Kallus and one he told them himself’? I’m always obsessed with Kallus slowly opening up the Ghost crew

Oh thanks for asking! 🩷 And yes, I absolutely do have stuff to share about that! And I agree, Kallus slowly getting closer with the Ghost Crew is something so dear

With this one, it's a 5+1 fic and the main theme is- as the title says- things about Kallus that he keeps to himself and the Ghost Crew uncovers. I have a list of things abut Kallus attached to the crew members

Past- Ezra (it's mostly connected to his backstory as a Sewer Rat/Street Kid in the lower levels on Coruscant- my favourite trope ever)

Guilt- Sabine (I like to think about Sabine and Kallus Being Besties™- and there's such a huge potential too. Kallus and Sabine both being defectors and having similar pasts- at least about academy and the Empire- us just so much to work with! So here Sabine catches Kallus having a quiet panic attack ambecause he spiralled himself down to it with overthinking- she helps him calm down and they talk about defecting from the Empire and the guilt that comes with changing sides)

Overworking- Rex (the clone captain wanders around the base because he can't sleep, he figures he might take a calm, quiet walk at night- and then he sees Kallus sitting on the floor outside of the Intelligence HQ with a datapad and a few pages of reports on flimsi- he asks what he's doing there, since it's already around midnight and he looks like he needs sleep. Kallus says that he needs to work and that Draven literally pushed him out of the room when he was closing it for the night so Kallus just stayed and worked here- Rex rightfully calls it stupid and forces Kallus to have a walk with him- they take a break around the temple and as they sit and watch the base and the nature and the stars Kallus falls asleep on Rex's shoulder- this is also a friendship I cherish in fics, okay? 🩵)

Food- Kanan (when they eat in the mess or on the Ghost and Kallus is with them, Kanan notices something- he might be blind but he's the first one to realise that Kallus barely eats. And so he carries on with an idea already forming in his head and alongside that he realises Kallus never asks for medical help either or any help for that matter. Like he's trying to make himself as little liability as possible. He corners Kallus about that and after a lot of pushing, Kqllus finally breaks out a "I don't want you to waste resources on me". Oh believe me, they're gonna have a long talk)

Birthday- Hera (it's a foreign thing for Kallus to celebrate one's birthday- because the Empire sucks- and so after seeing how strange and out of place he looked when the crew threw a party for Sabine, Hera made a point to look through his file and throw him a party when it's his birthday 💚)

+1 Name- Kallus shares with Zeb (I just NEED Zeb to be the one to hear that, okay? A name is something so important about one's identity amd person and Zeb having shared his name of Bahryn with Kallus is just gonna make a full circle when Kallus shares his name with Zeb)

I love this wip dearly and I might work on it soon, since you already reminded me of its existence 🩷💕🩷

#star wars #star wars rebels #star wars fanfiction #alexsandr kallus #kallus #agent kallus #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #sabine wren #hera syndulla #ezra bridger #kanan jarrus #captain rex

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whitevelvet-ly · 2 years

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part 2 or alternative of the trust fall fic,, angst pls pelase e😔🙏

"trust fall...?"

even people who write titles have off days okay HAHA

PAIRING: scaramouche x reader

HEADS UP: gn!reader, angst with comfort because I'm too soft and scared HAHAHAA, can be platonic or romantic, mentions minor injuries and blood, scenario, a tad bit long I can't write short scenarios 👊

A/N: ANOON I'M SORRYE as much as I tried to think I couldn't write for anyone but my boy scara 😭😭😭😭 I didn't start writing angst until recently as well so I'm really hoping that it's to your liking 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

SCARAMOUCHE / WANDERER

"kuni!"

you yell, grinning behind him.

"what do you want?"

"trust faaaallll!!— ow!"

...aaand of course he wouldn't catch you. why would he?

scaramouche looks at you with a smirk growing on his face. "trust fall? what's that supposed to be?"

"you know... self-explanatory!" you say, groaning from the impact of the fall.

he sighs, crossing his arms. "it's a boring concept. why would you indul—"

suddenly, a sharp pain throbbed through the side of your knees.

"ow! ouch ow ow—"

"what? what, what happened?"

each wave of pain made you wince. why do smaller wounds always feel so much more painful than bigger ones?

he groans. "see? I told you it was a bad idea." the pain was unbearable for a second, and you had to stay in place for a while.

"the heck..." you mutter, checking on your knee.

archons, it's bleeding, alright...

"...let me see that." he says. it sounded like more of a demand than concern.

"hey, hey!— ow!" you swat his hand away, protecting your knee. "that hurts."

"why are you humans so pathetic?"

somehow, that amplified the pain even more. scaramouche's facade flickered a little, and so he stayed silent, inspecting your wound without touching it.

suddenly, he took your hand and helped forced you up. "hey! seriously... injured 'pathetic human' here!" you mimick, making kunikuzushi shoot you a glare.

"be quiet. just deal with the pain."

he hooks his arm under your arm, attempting to support you to walk.

"what are we doing? where are we going?"

"stop asking. keep walking."

you sigh, yet comply either way.

...

"...so, does that mean I can't trust you?" you joke.

"what?"

"I mean... you didn't catch me, after all."

he groans, muttering something abut your stupidity under his breath. "why? you lose faith in me just because I didn't catch you? how disloyal."

"no," you say, starting to worry. "I was just kidding, kuni—"

"fine. I'll catch you, if it means that you'll trust me."

"..."

scaramouche was never one to use talking as a solution. if anything, you find it quite hard to figure out his emotions. talking to him is difficult, which often makes you wonder how you two stayed together for such a long time in the first place.

but he still listens to you, and you still deal with his shenanigans.

"we're here." he says, interrupting your thoughts. "oh." you mutter, looking at the small shelter. that was quick...

"...????"

"what?" he hisses, becoming more irritated than usual.

"what's this?"

"I said: stop asking." you rolled your eyes, and you both walk inside.

when you saw the interior, you gasped rather dramatically. "ooohh!" you say. we're at a doctor's. you grin at scaramouche. he turns away with a scowl on his face in response.

"maybe I shouldn't have brought you here."

"nonsense," you laugh, ruffling his hair to tease him further. "come on, let's go."

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makoodles · 1 year

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idk what reader personality will be in the new quatich fic but i know we love the classic “o have a crush on him and i’m intimidated by him so i stumble a lot around him” but i think it be funny if she’s a navi doctor that used to the teams stupid innaproiate jokes and they can’t make her laugh and she just bored all the time. literally gives no shit about them just does her job and leave. but somehow qautich gets emotion out of her like a laugh or surpressed giggle she tries to cover(cause she in front of the team and knows they won’t stfu about it if they catch the emotionless navi doc laughing cause something corprol said.) and he can literally just be talking to the team as a whole. like the comment where he goes “now i know what your asking yourself. why so blue?” que a slight laugh quickly surpressed with a cough from way in the back waiting for him to finish his speech before she can do her work of check up on the team. literally dead pan doc that only laughs when quatich tells his shit jokes and quibs.

lmaooooo this one is cute too! and i love the idea of quaritch telling the stupidest dad jokes ever only for little human reader to do one of those little giggle snorts. he'll be so damn smug abut lmao

#asks #quaritch #avatar headcanons

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tic-toc-clock77 · 11 months

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I'm trying to write about Clockwork's relationship with her brother pre assault in my fic im workshopping right now. I sorta see Nat trying her best to depend on him the way that Toby depended on his sister, Lyra. Lucas Ouellette and Lyra Rogers are very interesting foils to one another because they both came from similar backgrounds but were very different; Lyra tried to be there for Toby and ultimately tried to stop the abuse from their dad while Lucas took on his parent's abusive tendencies and used them against his sister.

I think Toby would be fucking pissed about that, because she had NOBODY at all and the one person she tried to depend on, hurt her the most. In a normal AU, Toby would've beaten the shit out of Lucas but in my general AU, he finds his grave and smashes it with Clocky as well as her parents graves'. They also travelled from Denver to Windsor to do it, they slept in motels when not on the road or they slept in the truck they rented.

Also Toby talked about Lyra a lot of the trip and kept saying he was hyped for them to meet, (they visited her grave too) Nat loved listening to him talk so much abut someone who made him happy<3

#creepypasta #clockwork #clockwork creepypasta #natalie ouellette #ticci toby #toby rogers #tobias rogers #ticciwork #Lyra Rogers #lyra rogrs #lucas ouellette

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thebroccolination · 2 years

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i need to know all of your thoughts on the dialogue in THAT last scene PLEASE 🥺

Hi, Anon! :D

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk abut this scene.

Essentially, I put all my thoughts into this fic.

Like………I've rewatched this scene so many times, and the part that keeps stabbing me in the heart is here:

To me, this just feels like Win's giving so much of himself to Team, and Team probably doesn't have a clue how significant all of this is. Win's breaking the rules, but only for Team. He's older and more experienced, but he's willing to give up control.

Arguably, he wants to.

He's the one everyone else depends on, the one who'll step in to take responsibility for running the resort business because his older brother has no interest.

It's no wonder he'd want someone else to lead for once, but it's incredible that that someone is a first-year he's only known for a few weeks at this point. He's a third-year, and in all that time he's never met someone who interested him so thoroughly he's starting to bend his life around him.

It's not just that they're vers that I love, it's why they are. (Why I think they are.)

Some vers couples just enjoy the physical sensations of being both top and bottom, and it doesn't get any more complicated than that. But with Win, I think part of why he's into it is psychological, too. I think he wants someone he can rely on, and it's beautiful that he chooses Team: someone younger who suffers from sleep problems and possibly anxiety and PTSD.

And it's not like Win's totally clueless about that, either.

He's seen hints of it already because he's been paying very close attention.

I just love how their relationship is set up in these first two episodes. In the first episode they had a hookup where Win made sure that Team knew what he was doing, where he was, and who he was with. In the second episode they established more concretely that this is something they both want to continue, at least for now, and that Team can stop whenever he wants.

And and and! I wanted to make a whole other post for this but I'll just do it now:

The sad string music, right? It plays over them making out initially, but y'know where it stops?

It stops right after Team asks Win if he's done this before: broken the rules and hooked up with people in the locker room after practice. Because Team already knows Win went into the club's files to find out Team's room number to check on him earlier.

Win just puts his forehead on Team's, and it's such a sweet and affectionate gesture when they really, really don't know each other that well yet, but Win's starving for someone to love whether he accepts it about himself or not.

And then my favorite music transfer yet!

It starts up again when Win kisses Team.

And then back to forehead stuff. :')

Usually I tend to see a piece of music in a scene as representing one character's emotional state, but I think here it feels more like the music represents their relationship's direction, if that makes sense?

Like, the sad violins are what could have been: if Team hadn't stopped Win and clarified what they're doing, where they stand with each other. If they'd just hooked up again the way they did that first night, without continuing the conversation of what they are to each other, they could have ended up in a much darker, less healthy place.

We get two music changes after we reach what I'm calling Team's song until I find out the official title (it's Prem singing from Team's POV, for anyone who hasn't heard yet). The first change is when Team asks Win directly if he does this a lot, and the second…

Is after Team asks what'll happen if he wants to end whatever they're doing. And I love that Win's staring into his eyes, because I think it shows that he's actually listening, no matter how out-of-it he seems.

It's only when Win effectively tells him there won't be larger consequences, they'll just stop, that they get the big escalation of the jubilant part of Team's song.

And I think this just cements Win's whole belief that he's never going to have someone who stays, something that lasts. But the music isn't sad, it's triumphant. Because, I think, they're doing what they should have: Team clarified what they were doing, and Win reassured him that he doesn't have anything to fear from Win himself if he wants to end it.

Almost like Team can be afraid of anyone else, but not him. /excessivecrying

#between us #between us the series #winteam #kiranokira answers

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yuhi-san · 6 months

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Cardiac Cycle

Wordcount: 11.415

Fandom: Trigun

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Vash the Stampede/ Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Characters: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Additional Tags: First Time Together, Frottage, Dry humping, Coming Untouched, Squirting, Accidental edging, accidental orgasm denial/delay, hand job, thigh fucking, wet and messy, Vash the Stampede Crying During Sex (Trigun), Trans Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Acespec Vash the Stampede, Banter and Bickering, Wolfwood is easy, Dirty Talk, communication is important, the word vashussy is indeed used once and i am a little sorry about that, no pet names, Sweet and caring, Marchbloom24, Vashussy week

Summary:

Wolfwood’s eyes lingered at the exposed silver of Vash’s stomach. There must be something wrong with him, it wasn’t normal to feel and think like that from the mere sight of a little skin displayed so innocently. It made his palms sweaty and the tips of his fingers feel weirdly tingly. The heat under his skin certainly was just a byproduct of the hot shower. He wanted to touch so badly. Feel Vash’s skin under his fingers when his touch didn’t connect to pain. But instead, maybe, it could even bring something else. He had stolen a few not so appropriate glances at Vash on the rare occasion he was sure enough to get away with it. Now Vash was looking at him, eyes dark with something Wolfwood didn’t dare to name yet. Hungry, almost like he wanted to devour him. Vash had never looked at him like that before -------------------------------------------------------------------------- What started out as a normal night suddenly finds Vash and Wolfwood tangling in the sheets. But of course with Vash, things can never be easy or straight forward. It ends up working out anyway.

I finally did it! Couple days late for marchblooms24 aka vashussy but Vashwood cannot be normal abut anything, so. This has also been called untitled E fic, because i swear this is spreading and i never before had issues titling a fic, usually the title came with the concept. so yeah. enjoy

#trigun #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #fanfic #marchblooms24 #vshussy week #my fanfiction fanfic cardiac cycle #they are stupid and down bad for each other #marchblooms42 #vashussy week

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twoheartswrites · 2 years

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Hi I just saw that you write smut, could you write a hank x android smut (like a sequel to the hank x android reader fic you made) and hank kinda shows the reader what to do since the reader doesn’t really know how since he’s a android (but the reader does know about people having sex)Please and thank you 😊

First Time

Fem aligned people (+ She/Her users) DNI / Minors DNI

Deviant! AMAB Male Reader x Hank

Sequel to that other Deviant Male Reader story :)

NSFW/LONG (jesus christ it's fucking long) Fic - Warnings: Established Relationship, Android Virginity gone?, AMAB Reader (Terms like: dick, cock, hole), (The request did not clarify who's top/bottom so I made Hank bottom and Reader top). Soft sex. Minor hair pulling (kink)? Praise Kink, Blowjob (Hank receiving)

Detroit Become Human

Note: First time writing smut here, so it's gonna be my rusty smut writing.

3 months had passed since Hank and I's first kiss and our first date, and I'd been staying over at Hank's house more often since he thought that it'd be better for me to stay in a slightly more open room.

I've accustomed myself to Sumo, and the feeling of the shared bed Hank and I have now, and the silly movies that Hank enjoys.

Though, it seems that Hank tends to forget that I'm an android. He sometimes cooks food and offers it to me, or says "We've hung out this entire day and you haven't used the bathroom this whole day, have you talked to your doctor abut it?"

It's funny when he remembers, and it's nice to see him ask questions about me-- but I've realized that there's something else at the tip of his tongue. Like he's waiting for something, like he wants to say something.

It's been happening for maybe a week or so.

As I lay on his couch, scrolling through the tv channels, I notice him from the corner of my eye, leaning on the kitchen counter. He's hesitating again, nervous.

And I hear him take a deep breath.

"Do you know what sex is?"

Hank's avoiding eye contact at this point, and it's getting me worried

"I mean, I've read about it in the books that I have, so I know what it is. If you're asking me if I've had sex? No." I answered simply. His heart's beating faster and he's visibly nervous and blushing. It's cute.I place my eyes on him and only him,

"Right, so- fuck. I know this isn't supposed to be this nerve wracking to ask, but it's just.. it's been a long time and-" He pauses, as if looking for his words, but he's struggling.

I get up from the couch, walking over to him and place my hands on his waist to kiss him. The furthest we've ever gone is heated make out sessions, and the times that I play innocent and blind to me grinding up against him occasionally. "I want to take us to the next step too, if you're okay with that" I ask for him. He nods, furrowing his brows as he composes himself. He's breathing heavier and his hand firmly holding mine while we head to our room.

-------NSFW--------

"I'll be honest, I really don't know what I'm doing--" I admit, slipping my shirt off hesitantly. "That's okay, I can help" Hank reassures, "Just follow my lead, you shouldn't need to feel tense. For now, we can just take our clothes off" He sits on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt while I'm already down to my boxers. I take this opportunity to place my hands on Hank's belt, my fingers fidgeting with the buckle. He practically folds in front of me with eyes wides. "Can I help you with this?" I ask

"Yes" He huffs eagerly, watching me unbuckle his belt with ease, and unbutton his pants (with less ease). I let him pull his pants down, and there's this excitement that fills the room. Hank hasn't done this sort of thing in a while, as he'd confessed on our first date, while I'm inexperienced, but have a broad idea for what I'm in for.

He groans a bit to himself, palming himself over his boxers before scooting himself back into the bed, and with his other hand, pulling me towards him.

I laugh softly, running my hand through his hair before giving him light kisses to his mouth, cheek, forehead... and eventually to his neck, and that's where he starts to crumble. His breath hitches, and soft groans escape him as I leave hickeys and trails of kisses around his collarbone. Something I've never and will never get tired of.

His hand finds it's way to the back of my neck this time, grouping my hair into his hand and giving it a light tug to move me lower. To his chest.

I hum along, my hands roaming his body. He's perfect, from the way he lets out soft breaths of relief from the way I kiss and bite him, my hands groping his sides, and slowly moving up to his chest.

"Gently, I want you play with my nipples, okay?"

I look up at him and see his pleading eyes,

"Yes, love"

I place one hand over his nipple, and start playing with him, trying to discover his reactions and sweet sounds, curious for him. With the other, I start trailing my hand down to his lower stomach. He subtly thrusts his hips up for friction, only making him sigh in defeat as he realized I'm stopping there to tease him

"Did I tell you, you could just place your hand there?" He asks, knowing the answer. I purse my lips and shrug "I don't know what you're talking about"

"[Name], just-" He starts, "god, fuck you" he huffs. I chuckle, watching him writhe a little under me.

"What do you need?" I ask,

"Just touch me, put your hand on my dick" he orders. Though this is where I freeze. So far, all my knowledge from books and my relationship with Hank has gotten to this point. Teasing, flirting, the hickies- but me actually pleasuring someone with my hands?

He notices my hesitance before placing his hands on the sides of my face, "I'll tell you what to do, don't worry"

My eyes soften to his voice, and slowly I move my hand down to his clothed dick. He takes a deep breath, before whispering out "Good boy, just... keep moving your hand over it and be a little rougher"

I did as he said, applying slight pressure and repeating up and down movements over his dick, watching his breathing get heavier and his voice get whinier by the second. Though my curiosity starts getting the better of me. How would he react if I pulled his boxers down? Touched him without the barrier? Got a taste of him?

With my free hand I played with the hem of his boxers, wondering how I'd ask for permission. Hank, fortunately, caught on. He gave me another (slightly more pressured) tug to my hair, "It's okay, you can do it"

He smiled at me, watching me study him closely while I pull down his boxers, seeing his hard on. My emotions go all over the place as Hank comforts me, rubbing the crook of my neck and shoulders and his eyes softly looking at just me

"What should I do?" I ask, "Like-"

"What do you want to do?"

"But-" I'm interrupted by Hank once more

"You can do whatever you want to me, darling. I trust you" He says.

Reluctantly, I lower my head and place my hands on his thighs to move his legs apart and give me space. Hank hums in approval, laying his head back while his hand gently leads me.

Unfortunately, the lack of taste buds don't give me a more 'human experience' but I'll take what I can get. I run my tongue over the tip of his cock, my hands at the base before I start putting more and more in my mouth. His hips and legs shake a little, and he's breathing quicker- heavier- almost letting out whines and I already feel myself heating up at the thought.

Carefully I start bobbing my head, closing my eyes as I enjoy the moment and hearing him in pleasure.

"Goo-d boy, fuck. You're doing perfect, just don't- don't hurt yourself" He adds. I hum, noticing a shiver come from him as the sounds I make cause the vibrations to his dick, and I find this moment to tease him. I let out groans, trying to take a little bit more in, massaging his thighs while I treat him, feeling him get more desperate

"Keep going, please" he begs, "I- I'm gonna cum"

Knowing that I'm the one who'll get him to cum with just my mouth makes my stomach churn, like a sense of possession. I keep at my pace, hearing him get closer to his end, not even noticing that he's trying to thrust into my mouth. Android positives? No gag reflex.

He's panting, before rushing his hand to my hair again and giving me a tug as he cums in my mouth. I pause before taking his cock out of my mouth, and swallowing it.

"You can spit it out now" He huffs, sitting up on his elbows

"Spit what out?" I ask,

"Did..." He stared down at me in a little bit of shock before hiding his face in his hands and laughing, " I don't know what I'm gonna do with you.."

lightheartedly, we laughed at the situation (though I was a little lost, his laugh lights up my day).

He kisses me, wrapping his arms behind my neck, hooking me closer to him

"Are you still up to fuck me?" He asks, both of us now fully comfortable in the atmosphere. I nod, peppering his face once more with kisses as he praises me and giggles

"Then I'll lay down, there's lube in my drawer" he mentions for me. I reach other, scrounging for it until I find the bottle, practically full. "I use this to.." I wait for him to fill in the gaps

"Lubricant, like to decrease the pain" he clarifies.

"how long have you had this?" I asked

"Just a couple weeks.." he says, looking away. I don't question further as my attention moves to the bottle, "But- uh. I already used some to.. prep myself before" He mutters.

We both blush at the confession, and I silently squirt some on my finegrs. "Well I still want to be careful with your body" I state, "I would never want you to feel hurt"

He positions himself, spreading his legs and his hands spread his ass so I could get the full view, him looking away to the side in embarrassment. The image itself turned me on, and my tightening boxers made the situation a little worse. I clear my throat, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, love. You're very very handsome" I say, watching his squeeze his eyes and his lips part as I slip on finger inside of him.

From 1 finger curling, it was easy to slip in 2, and almost surprisingly, 3. He moans, his hands gripping at the sheets

"How're you doing?" I ask, "do you need something?"

"Just- just go quicker, please. I need you" he pleads.

I swallow, hard. "Right, of course"

I take my fingers out, notice him whine at the lack of contact. I pull my boxers down, finally, and positions myself closer to him, adding lube to my own dick. His eyes widen at my full image, and moaned softly at my appearance, "Please, god, just fuck me right here"

"Yes darling" I nod, placing the tip of my cock at his hole, pushing myself in as Hank arches his back, moaning and trying to pull me closer as he wraps his legs around my waist

"Fuck yea, that's right" He groans, "give me a second"

I look down at him as he adjusts to my size for about 2-3 minutes, grinding occasionally to see if he's set.

"Yeah, shit. I'm good, you can move now" He says, a happy smile on his face. I start moving my hips, in and out, seeing him tremble and smile to himself again, pulling me in to kiss him while I fuck him.

"You're such a good boy, [Name]. You're fucking me so well" He praises, "Shit why didn't we do this sooner?"

He grunts, "Faster, please"

I follow his order, holding back the fact that I wanted to cum as he squeezes me. I moan into his shoulder, my hand gripping at the bed for balance while I ravage him

"Shit, pretty boy! You're so good!" He moans loudly, for a second worrying me about the neighbors, but Hank's much more distracting.

"God I love you, Hank" I mutter, "I love you so much"

"I love you too" He replies, his hands back on the sides of my face. He gasps lightly as I find new angles to fuck him at until he finally starts saying he's ready

"Ready for what, hm?" I let out, a smirk clear on my face

"I wanna cum, darling. I'm going to cum, cum with me" he pants, "Be a good boy and cum inside me"

I nod, wincing out as I feel him tighten a little around me. I speed up my thrusts, watching Hank become an utter mess below me. "I'm cumming" I moan

"Good boy, on the count of 3, got it?" He huffs, and I just can't deny him.

"1"

I whimper, feeling the edge make me sensitive

"2"

Hank's voice pitches slightly, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back

"3"

I rode out my orgasm inside of him, still thrusting as he came over his belly and some on me. We were panting, the smell of sex clear as day and us both sweaty.

I broke the silence, taking one deep breath "That was fucking amazing, baby" I smile, "I'll get us some water and a towel before we cuddle, but do you want to take a shower together?"

He sighs, a lazy smile on his face as he stretches, "Yeah, that'll be nice before I wash these blankets"

#x male reader #m reader #x m reader #male reader #gay #hank anderson #DBH #Detroit become human #Hank DBH #Hank Anderson DBH #&.twoheartsspice

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