#travelling home.. wah

[hismourningflower]

hii

haii ! how’s yall?

[phoenixcatch7]

Reading loz/lu fics and it's just so interesting how wide the spectrum is of their personalities.

Sometimes it's got an in universe reason (different past (usually gender or species change), recent or ongoing traumatic events, a spectacularly bad first meeting), but sometimes (often) the characters are just... Weirdly angsty or peppy, there's no in between!

And I'm beginning to think less people have played more than one game than I thought XD.

Not that it's anyone's fault! One game is more than enough to be part of it all, and loz is exclusive to Nintendo consoles - and all the older stuff is frustratingly hard to get hold of. Heck, I'm still looking for wind waker, and that was really popular! And then you have to play it! They're not small games!!

But could people writing wild please ease off just a tiiiiiny bit so he can be a semi functional member of society pretty please XD? He's just as much a polite boy as any other member of the chain! He won't even run in shops! He can't attack npcs! He talks to every single person he's ever seen and remembers every single name. Yes, he's three quarters woodland creature with a hefty amount of trauma but he's also a fashionista who managed to avoid accidentally taking sides in a mayoral election and that's not easy!

[seishihoe]

good morning beautiful people <3

[luvyeni]

I really love your I.N mini skirt fic and I was thinking if you could write a continuation something like this Jeongin will choose an outfit so he choose something really baggy (his shirts or sth). He thought he did a great job until the members start swooning on how cute you look in big clothes. Jeongin at this point just felt defeated cuz you look good in everything. Cute and fluff and…….SMUT 😈

❛PROVE IT❜ ( y. jeongin )

pairings. yang jeongin x fem!reader words. 1.2k

warnings? established relationship , boob play , fingering , unprotected sex , cockwarming

— 𖦹 ( proving how much you love jeongin after he's left feeling jealous ) !

jeongin watched you pick your outfit out for the day , you guys were supposed to be meeting up for lunch at chans house , and once again your outfit was a bit too revealing for his liking.

normally he never questioned it , in fact he loved when you wore revealing clothes — well that's when you where alone. he still let you wear whatever you want , but he was protective , especially in front of his friends.

"princess." you spun around , in your underwear. "yes love?" he stood up off the bed. "how about i pick out your outfit today , wouldn't that be fun." you stared at him blankly. "i don't know , i really wanted to wear that skirt." you pouted.

"baby , you know i love that skirt , but i just thought it would be fun." he said , you just couldn't say no to that cute face. "fine , i'll wear the skirt for girls night next week." he'll deal with that when the night comes , deciding to celebrate the win. "let's see what you pick."

he took a look at your closet , finding the best pair of baggy pants you owned ( which weren't many ) , handing them to you. "okay , these are nice , what about pants?"

he thought about it , before going to his side of the closet , searching for a shirt , he knew he had to find a shirt you'd like or else you wouldn't go through it. "what about this?" he pulled out your favorite shirt of his. "really , i can wear that." he smiled , nodding.

"of course baby , see now you have a nice outfit to wear to chans house , go get dressed while i find you some accessories." you went back into the bathroom , and jeongin felt a weight lifting off his shoulders , smiling as he dug through his jewelry to find you something , just an extra sign that you're his.

jeongin actually felt good , you looked really nice , and he didn't have to worry about getting comments from his members — that's what he thought at first.

the first hour or two it went great , no one questioned your outfit , you guys ate lunch , chatting with everyone. changbin was the first one to finally take notice of your outfit.

"wah ( name ) ! your outfit." he shouted. "it's so nice." you smiled. "you like it?" innie picked it out." you praised your boyfriend. "that's his shirt right ?" han spoke up. "yup."

"you look so much better than him in it." seungmin teased , jeongin rolled his eyes. "stop that." you put your hand on his knee , trying to settle his nerves.

jeongin on the other hand — he was salty , because the compliments didn't stop , they all cooed at you and told you how cute you looked the entire time , up until you both decided it was time for you guys to go.

saying all your goodbyes , you guys started your travels back to your apartment , the entire ride home he was silent , you knew something was wrong , you knew it from the moment he told you to put another outfit on.

"baby?" you let him sulk a bit more , doing your nightly routine before joining him in your room. "can you stop being so sulky now , we're home now , you can tell me what has been bothering you since we left this morning." he had been caught.

"how'd you know?" you chuckled. "you let me wear your shirt and your jewelry , i didn't have to steal it from you." he pouted , as you climbed into his lap. "now tell me what's bothering you." he sighed , embarrassed.

"you're too pretty." you were taken aback. "im too pretty?" he hummed. "and i thought that maybe if i put you in something that wasn't like what you normally wear then they wouldn't pay attention to you , but it back fired , you're just to pretty and everything you wear will attract attention and it makes me jealous."

it actually makes you feel bad that he thinks like this. "innie." you grabbed his face , making him look you in the eyes. "i love you , and only you , i've told you this." you said. "i don't want anyone else but you , not your members , not a random at a bar , you."

"you promise?" you nodded , "i swear." you pressed your lips against his. "i love you so so much." he smiled , his eyebrows wiggling. "how much do you love me?" regardless of his playful state , you could feel his hardening cock in his shorts. "you want me to prove it?" you moved your hips. "sh-shit ( name )."

you got off his lap , he undid his pants , taking them off. you got in between his legs , bending down , kissing his cock through his underwear. "gonna make you feel better." you looked up at him , slowly dragging his underwear down , his cock standing tall , his mushroom tip dripping with pre-cum.

you kissed his tip , pulling away with a string of his pre-cum on your lips. "ba-baby , you're supposed to be making it up to me , don't be a tease." his voice telling you that he wasn't joking , taking him into your mouth.

"fuuuuck." he drew out his words , throwing his head back. "your mouth feels so good." you immediately got to work , bobbing your head up and down , holding his thighs. "look at me baby."

you listened , looking up at him locking eyes. "so fucking pretty baby." he groaned. "you're pretty any other day , but you look even more pretty when you're taking my cock down your tiny throat."

you hollowed your cheeks , sloppily sucking him off , gagging on his cock when he pushed your head down , holding you there as he bucked his hips up , fucking for face. "sh-shit , im gonna cum— ngh fuck ! " he shot his cum to the back of your throat , coating it white.

"good fucking girl , get up here." he pulled you into your into his lap , wiping the droplets off cum off your lips. "open up pretty girl." he pushed his fingers into your mouth. "good."

he rubbed your clit through your silk shorts , pulling them to the side. "gonna let me fuck you right?" you nodded , grinding on his cock. "please , want it inside." you whined. "go ahead and sit on it."

you hovered right above his cock , lowering yourself on him. "mhm fuck , you took me so well." he grunted , your wet cunt squeezing him ever so tightly. "m-made just for me." you bounced on his cock , he held your waist.

"innie." you whined. "wan' a kissed." he held the back of your neck , kissing your lips , moving his hips with yours , the knot in your stomach building up.

"love your pussy so much , feels so good." he moaned against your lips. "it's mines right , tell me it's mines." he moved his hands from the back of neck to the front , choking you , you gasped for breath. "tell me." he growled.

"m-my pussy i-is yours." he sped his hips up. "that's it , you're mine." his sharp thrust sent you over the edge. "fuck!" you screamed , cumming. "fuck , gonna breed this pussy." he grunted , thrusting up a few more times , before cum shot from his cock , whitening your insides.

"fuck , shit!" he cursed , your pussy milking him for everyone he had. he sighed , kissing your forehead. "im not done baby." he whispered.

"you still have a lot of proving up to do."

©️LUVYENI

[aethersea]

I’m sick of seeing people complain about the many-eyed spider of the hills. “wah it’s a giant spider that’s so scary” grow up! nature does not exist to be appealing to you personally! she’s an essential part of the ecosystem AND an extremely endangered species. “oh she eats unwary travelers” I hate to break it to you but all wild places eat unwary travelers, often more literally than we really like to think about. the price we pay for HAVING wild places is wariness. she never leaves the hills, she’s fully nocturnal, and if you go into HER HOME then the least you can do is read the safety guidelines on the parks & rec website before you go camping there.

in conclusion the many-eyed spider of the hills is cooler than you, hotter than you, and better at minding her own business than you. leave her alone!!

[notbecauseofvictories]

Hi Sarah, I'm going to visit Chicago in a couple of weeks and when I think of Chicago I think of you. What would you recommend I visit/do?

Unfortunately, Chicago is not its best self for a couple months---while I maintain that the city is for all seasons, summer is undoubtedly when it's most alive. However, there are a couple things I will definitely recommend for the unseasonably warm spring traveler:

(1) Eat some food

A friendly word of warning: do not be tricked into eating Giordano's or Lou Malnotti's. Perhaps your companions might try to win you over with promises of Chicago-style hotdogs---do not be swayed! You must manfully resist! (Harold's Chicken is that good though, and if you're close to the one in Hyde Park, feel free to devour the three piece dinner of your choice. Cheap bottle of the too-sweet wine I preferred as an undergrad optional.)

A much better option is to find a place that serves whatever food you love, but does it really really well.

Do you like sophisticated twists on a brewpub menu? Try Moody Tongue in the South Loop

Or are you really more of a tapas person? Highly recommend mfk in Lincoln Park

Would you prefer something a little....meatier? My favorite steakhouse in Chicago is Tango Sur (though I would argue their empanadas are really the showstopper)

There's nowhere in the city that does Hong Kong-style barbecue like Sun Wah in Uptown---I just stopped by after the parade for the Lunar New Year, the duck is to die for.

Are you on the West Side? First of all, do not go to Big Star. I mean, it's fine, but....come on. I'd pick Forbidden Root instead, or head over to Pilsen for Rubi's if you can't survive without tacos.

There are so, so many different bars I would recommend. Chicago was the home of bootleggers for a reason, goddamn it. Still, if you can't get to Wang's (look, I like Violet Hour too, but sometimes you don't want to drink in near-darkness), Koval (the rare distillery in Chicago), or any of the many, many craft breweries we have in the city right now, you probably can stop by one of the many, many, many bars we have in Chicago, and get a drink anyway.

There are more---of course there are more!---but we don't have all day. So instead I will leave you with this bit of wisdom: don't eat at Navy Pier or anywhere too close to Lincoln Park Zoo. If you are at a bar, don't settle for a burger when sometimes, the chicken tenders are actually better. And if you absolutely must go somewhere for pizza, choose Pequod's.

(2) See a thing

Chicago has many things in it! So many things! A hundred thousand things! Unfortunately, I don't know what you're into, so I will just talk about them in general.

MUSEUMS: I am a devoted museum-goer, and Chicago has blessed me with an endless feast. There are the big ones, of course---the Field Museum of Natural History, the Adler Planetarium, the Shedd Aquarium, the Museum of Science and Industry, the Art Institute of Chicago. However, my favorites are smaller, more unique: the International Museum of Surgical Sciences, Intuit (though it's temporarily closed, more's the pity), the Institute for the Study of Ancient Cultures at UChicago, the Lincoln Park Conservatory. That's not even all the museums in Chicago! That's not even all the museums that I've been to. It's amazing.

EVENTS: I once joked that I was a person who needed to schedule her enrichment like a blue-haired senior, but the joke was on me---I am that person! Fortunately, Chicago supports me in this endeavor by publishing many, many different calendars of "what to do this week or weekend". Do you want to see something onstage? Well, here you go. How about some classical music? I have a trusty guide. What about non-classical music? Always go to the Chicago Reader for that. Are you thinking of catching a game? Well, we're still in spring training for the Cubs and Sox, but the Bulls are doing okay even if the Blackhawks aren't, and we've got soccer (male and female) now too!

(Unfortunately, the Chicago Sky aren't playing right now, they're my favorites.)

OTHER: Unless you are extremely efficient, coming here and eating good food, doing one other thing, is more than enough. I promise it is! However, if you have more time, I definitely recommend just---wandering around. The Loop in particular is great for this, because it's reasonably small and everyone there is busy doing things. Going places, talking on phones, getting into or out of ubers, protesting outside of the Daley center, etc. etc. It's amazing to watch, and the buildings are pretty neat too.

Or you could wait a couple months, and take the Chicago Architecture Boat Tour, which I think should be a requirement for all Chicagoans. Maybe even everyone alive in the world. Just saying.

(3) Walk along the lakeshore

Chicago offers many delights, but I really do believe that Lake Michigan and its vast expanse of water, sky and space, is a unique gift to the city. It is beautiful in winter, in spring, in storms, in sun. It is free. You can sit in the grass or the sand or amble along its broad paths for miles, looking at unexpected art installations and waving grasses and the way the beaches slope to the water; you can talk to a friend or watch bikers and joggers pass you by. In the summer, there are a dozen different stands offering warm elote or cold soda, and cheerful men on jingling bike carts that will sell you neon orange push pops. In the winter, there are still bikers and joggers but also Canada geese, and you can stare mournfully at the slate grey water and ponder existence.

It is the heart of Chicago. Nelson Algren called us an "October city, even in summer"; Carl Sandburg described us as a shirtless dude who gives great oral. Personally, I think of Montrose Beach in the setting sun of winter, the sand almost too cold to touch---and beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

[uc1wa]

tags: angst wah, mentions of arguing

geto’s first spiraling was something heinous and tragic. but his second spiraling was the product of you walking out on him.

the fifth argument of the week. a number that you were unable to count on fingers of the month. but this was the one that closed the chapter in your book with him. the last time your names would be placed side by side in the same living space.

he wanted to apologize in the same sense that you did. internal instinct to reach an arm out to you, take a step towards the door you left. but that only happened after the fact that you were gone, raising a hand to the ghost that you’d unwillingly left in the kitchen he stood.

after all, you could only handle so much. and the second suguru raised his voice tonight, there was no point in fighting to be the loudest in the room anymore. there was no longer reason to try to prove the point or ground you stood; rather choosing to grab your keys and turn on your heel. there was plenty of breath left in your lungs, but none of it would be for the man you once loved.

suguru wanted to cry in the days that turned to weeks that went by without you. hope sat somewhere in his heart that you’d find your way back home. but suguru knew bette; his childhood dog never came back when his parents had told him it had ran away, so why would you?

his spiral was slower, calmer than the one before. attempting to find peace with help of his two girls. they showed him peace in painting with water colors, creating clay vases that he’d pick flowers with them to fill.

they'd seen their father falter. they noticed the way that color drained from his eyes and the way his hair began to thin. and even at their small age, hardly a step into double digits, they cared too much to let him grace a frown.

emotions were surely something new to understand for the two girls, but they learned to dedicate time to their suguru. in the forms of matching outfits with him when they'd travel the distance to gather groceries, or attempting to make him his morning tea (which surely spilled some several times before they thought to bring a chair to the counter to ease themselves up).

and he wanted to show you that he could grow on his own. that peace was something he could find without your help. the phone number he had memorized only left a dial tone when he had called. the urge to send a photo of his girls to you ate away at him, but the mere thought was enough to prove to himself that he couldn’t picture a life without you.

that, as much as geto suguru attempted to find and make amends with peace, he was unable to without your guidance. maybe in the next lifetime he will be able to.

maybe in his next lifetime he’ll live with a full heart because of you, the love flowing into his twin girls that he’ll bring with him.

rawr sad and tired and said i wasnt gonna write...so u guys get angst instead cuz i’m a big fat liar

[prettyboykatsuki]

camelia with diluc…wah…

a/n ; writing this one for u first as a congrats on ur final mwah.

cw ; fem!reader (referred to as girl / other gendered language), yandere

C - Camellia (devotion, perfection): “You know I’d do anything for you, right? My love knows no limits.”

You are not naive.

At least, not anymore. You think you had been once. The first time you'd travelled alone to the city and let your eye catch on the silhouette of Diluc Ragnvindr - there was a breath of innocence to you that served you well. A foolish young thing with big dreams and hopes.

The city of Mondstadt, the city of freedom. It called to you. A restricted thing raised in a place with green pastures and roads unpaved for miles and miles on end. You didn't know then that cities eat girls like you slowly but surely. Like lambs chewing on sharpened grass blades. Red can so often look like green if you're blind enough to the color.

A big place like that would swallow you tenderly.

A man like Diluc felt out of reach the first time you met him. A job at the tavern to help pay the bills - that's all. Your boss was a kind man to you even then. He talked in short, curt sentences but always paid you on time and escorted the first hand that came up to harass you. He told you to look after yourself a bit more.

Pretty, young girls like you are always in danger, he'd said. Be careful, and keep something on you.

Through gossip pages and newspapers and the words of his brother—who frequented the bar often when Diluc was absent— you learned of his legend. A dark knight, and unspoken hero. The shadow of Mondstat named Diluc. What a wonderful thing to be so dedicated to any cause. You'd always admired people like that, with something to believe in so much they'd give their life for it.

You were a simple girl is all. A quiet life, with a lover that adores you and open land. A life where you could roam freely with nothing to restrict you. Once upon a time, you think this what you'd sought most. Meeting Diluc fueled your wishful thinking - the price of hopeless romanticism was drawn in by a handsome face and a characteristic gruffness.

Naive girls always fall in love with men who are kind enough. Such a thing suits you perfectly. Diluc always paid attention to you but it became clear it was no longer your imagination playing tricks of you.

He was always a gentleman. Still is. Even though lately you're unsure if the world outside is safe enough to step foot in it. When Diluc greets you, he kisses the place your shoulder meet your neck and smooths his hands over your hips.

He is an adoring, kind man. And once, many years before this, you were almost eager to turn a blind eye to all the signs of his devotion - as raw as the symbol of Pyro hanging from his waist. The smell of iron on his fingers when he brings your chin up to peer at you, or the stains on his jacket. The scent of death, of violence that hung over him like a cloak. How long had it remained there? How long would it persist?

(Sometimes, you'd wondered if your children would bear it just as much as he did. Loving too much, can it be passed through blood?)

The long nights that turn into cold beds in the morning. The sudden disappearances of men at the bars. Regulars who'd only ever flirt with you in jest - gone. Nothing in their absence other than silence, and the presence of your lover shining glasses. Devotion is not the same as love, not exactly. Though they're similar, and they go hand in hand - like how can a devoted man not love something wholly.

Devotion can be a sinister thing. As such, you think Diluc is devoted to you. When you catch the glint of his claymore in the moonlight on your way home, you shield yourself. You close your eyes and ears to last wails. You remember that man. He was a drunkard and so brutish. It's funny how the timbre of his voice sounds so shrill on deaths door.

You are no longer a naive girl. Diluc comes home the following morning - a pleasant smile and a gentle hand.

"Go wash up," You say, heart pounding. He nods, kisses your forehead "And leave your dress shirt in the basin, will you?"

He looks at you fondly. Devotedly and oh so sinister you want to look away.

"You know I'd do anything for you, right?" He says, not often giving you intense verbal affection "My love for you knows no limits."

You believe him. So much it is painful. You tremble as you kiss him. If he can taste your heartbeat on his tongue, it must please him "Of course I know. How could I not?"

[velvateen]

misery likes company- johnathan ohnn/the spot x reader smut

when you and Dr. Ohnn go from coworkers to something more, something that will last through thick and thin…

pre and post collider with @nami-kana ‘s OC, Scorpede at the end! check her out she is so talented mwah

gn fem bodied reader, no pronouns

warnings: oral sex, piv, non-canonical use of powers, slight slow burn at the beginning MDNI

Before the accident.

Johnathan Ohnn is your boss. That’s a fact, or a statement, rather. No matter which way you slice it, his position above you should be completely and undeniably professional. He does the lab work, you record his findings and translate his excited murmurs into legible notes for research. That’s all there is to it.

So why is it that hearts start appearing next to your notes, blossoming from sprouts in the margins to full bouquets of pages dedicated to mindless swirling and doodles accompanying his name on your notepad?

It is likely the same reason that your heart’s been starting to race whenever you catch his eye, or when he calls your name from the other side of the lab for you to write something down.

You’ve gotten into a bad habit of yearning for Dr. Johnathan Ohnn.

You tell yourself that, as far as having a crush on your boss goes, you’ve got a good thing going. Long days turning into late nights alone in the lab, so no gossipping coworkers, plus, the object of your affections himself is pretty oblivious to any and all signs from you.

It’s a double edged sword. On one hand, you’d be over the moon if Dr. Ohnn would wisen up to your affections, and swoop the stuff right off a desk and take you there in the lab like some sort of movie. On the other hand, you know your shy boss better than anyone, knowing that he’s far too invested in his research to ever notice.

It wears on you.

Night after night, you stay by his side, prattling away at the computer, jotting notes, brainstorming with him about the project.

Night after night you edge closer to him as he works, skin igniting at a brush of your arms, before he inevitably moves his away to point at something or other.

Night after night, the words to tell Dr. Ohnn how you feel creep closer and closer to leaving your lips.

Night after night, Dr. Ohnn stays oblivious. He runs his hands through his brown hair, exasperated (but still excited) about the research findings. Your eyes travel to his hands as they push his glasses away to rub his eyes. The sun begins to rise, early in the morning, which usually means that it’s about time to go home and catch a few hours of sleep before meeting back at the lab.

These few hours of sleep are precious to you and Dr. Ohnn knows it, he can tell by the way your eyes droop mid-day, even in the throes of enthralling experimenting, so he sends you home at the first sign of a yawn.

The chime of the pass key greets you as automatic doors admit you into the lab. You set down your bag at your desk.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Ohnn,” you spot him pouring over his table, undoubtedly running some kind of hypothesis over in his head.

“Oh, hello. That on your desk is for you,” he looks up, for the briefest moment. Your eyes widen as you turn to find the warm pastry bag and a coffee on your desk.

“Really? Thank you!” you said with a hum, not hesitating to rip a piece of the pastry off and into your mouth. “What for?” You ask. It sounds more like “wah or?”

“Well,” he mutters, “we’ve got a pretty long day ahead of us, and I know you get tired.” He looks up again, not long enough to catch the blush that pushes through your skin.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

He hums a ‘you’re welcome’, and then adds “Come over here, I wanna put this in the report.”

You make quick work of grabbing your notepad, pen, and coffee before standing next to where Dr. Ohnn sits at his desk. Even as he rambles important things for you to note, you can't help but feel the heat radiating off of his skin, and to flinch slightly when his elbow brushes your thigh. Imagine that smart mind of his, reduced to nothing, brought to incoherency by you, turned into mush by the heat of your core, as you slam yourself down onto him, wiping away the strands of brown hair as they stick to his forehead, kissing away the sounds that slip past his lips as you--

“Are-- Are you okay?”

His voice snaps you back into reality.

“Hm,” you play it off, “oh yeah, yeah I’m… I’m good. Sorry.”

“Okay, sorry, I just wanted to make sure you got this part but I looked over and you looked like you were somewhere else.”

“No, we were right here.”

“Pardon?”

“Nothing,” you pick up your coffee cup and take a long sip to bring you back to earth.

It’s a long day of the same routine, note-taking, and theorizing, but today your mind has been running rampant with lewd scenarios of you and the Doctor, engaged in activities far from professional. Because of this, your “accidental” touches have become more and more frequent, aiding your addiction to the spark that rams its way up your spine into the base of your head. It’s so tangible, that you start to wonder if he can feel it too.

He feels it. Maybe not a physical spark or chill, but he can tell something is different about you today than on other days. The change in your behavior is accompanied by a lingering stare at him and is initiated by contact. So often is this occurring, that he starts to work up the words to ask if everything’s alright.

The day passes, and the chattering in the hall dies down completely as you two become, per usual, the only people working so late into the night. You’re typing away at the computer, condensing your notes into a report email, part of the routine that makes you wish you had another coffee, or a nap, or something else to numb the pain of dull office work. A shadow casts over you, causing you to turn and face Dr. Ohnn, who is looking very concerned over your shoulder, before his eyes fall on your face.

“Yes?” You ask, although you’d be kidding yourself if you said you didn’t immediately think about how hot he looked standing over you like this.

“I just wanted to ask,” he fiddles with his hands, “Well, I noticed you were a bit spaced out today, and, well, is everything alright?” He looks up, and he keeps the eye contact.

Fuck it. If I’m ever gonna get fired, this would be one hell of a way to go, You think.

“Thank you, Doctor,” you spin your chair to face him, standing where you land, which happens to be pretty close to him. He tries to back away, but your hands are quick to gently grab his tie, “There has been something on my mind lately…”

The loose grip on his tie strengthens, and you watch as his Adam’s apple bobs.“...And I wonder if the same thing’s been on your mind too.” You bring yourself up to your tiptoes as you speak softly into his ear.

“Tell me, have I been on your mind, Doctor?” Your hands loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt before they start to make their way down. You have your answer before he speaks, his growing erection starting to be visible under his pants.

“I, well, I think of you, yes,” he cannot break his attention away from your hands, slowly undoing his belt buckle.

“And what do you think of when you think of me, Doctor?” You undo his pants button, urging him to help you pull them down. Once they’re off, leaving him in his boxers, your hand returns to his tie.

He doesn’t fight as you lead him by the loose tie to sit in your chair, his hands nervously gripping the armrests. He inhales sharply as your mouth hovers over his length, still hidden by his boxers.

“I think,” Your fingers hook over the waistline, “--think that you’re, you’re a great assistant, very uh, attentive and helpful and--”

“And?” you urge, freeing all of him from the confines of his boxers, taking a sharp inhale at his length. You make sure to use that exhale to warm the pre that have started beading across his tip.

“And you’re very hah--” Your mouth makes first contact with him, doing a delicate loop around his tip.

“Keep going.” You continue your administration, licking your lips before taking his tip fully into your mouth, letting spit drool out to work itself down.

“You’re very, um, thorough, and--” You take more of him into your mouth, using your tongue to administer light licking to the sensitive places his body is responding to.

“--You’re so, so warm.”

You groan at the compliment, the vibrations sending a definite shiver up and down his body, your mouth so full of his cock. The groans that are leaving his lips are going straight to your core, and also partially to your mind, feeling that he’s getting close, and wanting this to go farther. You drag your lips off of his dick, and he moans at the loss of contact.

Standing up, you nod your head towards the couch in your lab, and although it’s crowded with papers, it’ll have to do. Dr. Ohnn, his face flushed and red, makes his way to the couch, with you not far behind, and quickly swipes away the papers that obstruct the seating.

It’s slower than in the movies, and it most certainly is not as sexy, but it makes you laugh. He turns back to you, and your hands prod at his chest, kissing down his exposed inch of skin.

He doesn’t protest when you push him down, in fact, he uses his hands for the first time to pull you on top of him, resting on your hips as you kiss him, slowly grinding your clothed core over him. He’s vocal about it. You’re vocal about it. The way his hair has been ruffled and his glasses discarded has you going wild. You all but race to strip, and he watches, a mindless hand reaching down to steadily stroke himself as you pull your shirt over your head, followed into the growing pile on the floor by your pants and underwear, now fully exposed for him. His eyes roll back as you situate yourself over him, the heat of your bodies sweltering. He can feel the arousal pool and drip from you and onto his thighs, and it’s almost more than he can take.

“Please,” he starts, his voice breathless.

“Please what?” You’re kidding yourself. You want it just as bad as he does, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get any enjoyment out of this.

“Please fuck me, please.” His eyes are aviodant, nervously raking over every part of you except for your eyes.

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

Your hands cup his face, and he looks up at you. You keep him still as you sink down onto him, inch by inch, until he bottoms out, leaving you full. His face contorts in pleasure and from the effort of not closing his eyes or looking away.

The groans that slip past his lips are just what you’d been imagining, all those nights spent by his side finally coming to fruition as he’s finally under you, reduced to the mess you knew he’d become.

His hair sticks to his forehead from the effort of not busting on the spot, the sight of you stripped and squeezing him nearly too much to bear. With the rhythm of your hips comes the gradual undoing of resolve. Although your determination to fuck him into oblivion set your pace high and fast, it was all you could do to not fall apart on his dick. Your legs serve you well, not faltering for a while before tiring. The Doctor’s hands stop their roaming across your body, to help your rhythm be kept as his dick drags along inside you. His hands holding your hips, he uses the chance to slip a thumb to rub circles across your clit.

The change in your energy is immediate. You can feel yourself clench around him, earning a lewd sound, and your stamina is renewed as you can see your high within reach. He leans up, and you meet him in a sloppy, passionate kiss as you feel his hips jut up to meet yours.

“Fuck, Doctor,” you gasp, eyes slammed shut focusing on reaching your high.

“Johnathan,” his inhale is quick, “call me Johnathan.”

You moan his name, and his eyes widen, hearing it for the first time. He responds with a rendition of your name, broken through the strain of his voice. You don’t have to focus on reaching your high after that.

The searing, tightening of your core brings him over the edge, taking you spilling over with him as you all but collapse over his frame.

You both catch your breath, draped over each other and exhausted on the couch. It went over as a wordless resolve, made through tender touches, that this could be, should be the new normal.

And normal doesn’t change, even when everything else does.

After the accident.

The Spot becomes known worldwide quickly after taking his revenge against the heroes for the disaster that his life has become.

But he can’t complain, can he? Even though he wishes, really wishes that he could’ve protected everyone from the effects of the collider explosion, he’s secretly comforted.

After all, misery likes company.

Especially when it’s company as loyal, as faithful, and as beautiful as you.

To the world, he’s the Spot. To you, he’s still Dr. Jonathan Ohn. And to him, you’re still you, just under the new form the collider had given you.

And he would never complain about the possibilities that your new identities had gifted to you.

Figuring out intimacy after the accident had been difficult, but worthwhile. Your two extra arms and lengthened tongue had no complaints, and his infinite warp holes had some… interesting implications.

And neither of you had any qualms about putting those implications to the test.

He hovered over as his fingers pummeled into you, your skin darkening to bright shades of pink and red, as your powers indicated, love, romance, lust. He was bullying you, remembering how you’d teased him for so long with that long tongue of yours, wrapped in loops around his length, denying him his release for ages.

Two of your hands were clasped over your mouth, resisting and stifling the moans that he was earning so fairly from you. Your third and fourth arms were holding his face against yours, his blotchy forehead pressed against you.

“Come on now, don’t do that,” he teased, “I wanna hear how badly you want me, Scorpede.” You clenched around his fingers, but held back every sound from your lips. “Fine,” he added, “I asked nicely before, guess we’ll do this the hard way.”

In a mind boggling instant, he pulled his hand away, the black hole in his palm suddenly warping. Before you could wrap your mind around what was happening, he shoved his dick inside your warm center.

Using his powers, he teleported his dick, literally, into the palm of his hand. You were stripped of all of your breath, skin colors rapidly fluctuating and pulsing with the thrust of his hand.

“How’s that? Use your words, honey,” he teased, slamming his hand against your core, the pace harder and steadier, and urged on by the moans you couldn’t hold back if you’d tried.

“Holy,, shit,” you huffed, a spare arm pushing back your long hair. Your usually orderly long braids were loosened by his relentless pace, his hungry behavior towards you.

Without hips to stutter, Jonathan worked you over your high more times than you can count. His other hand reached up, fingers shoved into your mouth, before bringing them down to stimulate your clit.

How many times had it been? Three? Four? You’d lost track of how many times he’d made you cum just tonight, his stamina had increased in the accident, it seems. Whatever the number was, you could tell that this round was the finale, the spot on his face swirling in irratic glitches as he moaned, the hand fucking his dick into you slapping delightfully against your pussy.

“Go ahead, cum on my cock, please, for me, yeah,” he muttered, angling his wrist to hit that part inside you that sent blinding white light shooting through your vision. Your color changed from flashing red, to a dull, glowing, satisfied pink as he fucked his way through his high.

You could get used to this new normal.

an: this was a gift to my very talented bestie @nami-kana she is also on instagram @ nami_kana. here is her art of her OC Scorpede and The Spot!!!

[run2min]

Hi, i was wondering if you could do a 8turn headcanon about cuddling with them!

btw i love your writing so much omgg

pairing: 8turn x reader

warnings: fem!reader specified in haemin though I wrote all imagining a fem reader

A/N: I hope you like this! Thank you I'm glad you like my writing <3

MYUNGHO

"Myungie?"

He was sat on his bed with you, texting someone on his phone.

"Mmm?" His eyes stayed glued to his mobile

"Yah? Myungho"

His eyes lazily met yours, "Yes sweetheart"

You placed a kiss onto his lips and looked him in the eye

"What do you want angel?"

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull yourself onto his lap.

"Wah, you love me so much huh?"

You let out a huff and shoved his shoulder lightly

"You were ignoring me!"

He rubbed circles on your back and placed a kiss on your cheek

"Sorry baby, I love you,"

JAEYUN

“Y/nnie, I found this new blanket at the store you should come try it with me”

Jaeyun walked into your room with a canvas bag in his hand, he dumped it onto the floor, removing the blanket before slumping down onto your bed.

"Come here baby,"

You walked toward him and sat down next to him, as he wrapped his hand around your shoulder.

He pulled the blanket over the two of you as you nuzzled into his chest

You stayed there peacefully for a while before you finally broke the silence

"Baby?"

Jaeyun let out a sleepy groan

"I have homework"

✧~MINHO~✧

You walked into your apartment and slumped down next to Minho on your sitter

"Hey baby, you okay?"

You let out a huff as you felt Minho's arm sneak around your shoulder and lightly pull you into him

"This girl in my class was being horrible today and we got into an argument,"

He would sit and listen to your story while pulling you closer, all the while chiming in with,

“You totally won that argument baby”

and

“she said what to you!”

YOONSUNG

You and Yoon sat on the floor of your campus green house, in complete silence

You both hated each other yet the stupid weather had decided to turn on a thunderstorm when you were mid-way through your herbology lesson.

You let out a shiver and caught Yoonsung looking at you from the corner of your eye

"Quit it Yoonsung,"

"What did I do?"

"Your staring"

He let out a grumbled, "whatever"

Another shiver travelled down your spine as you shifted in your place.

"are you cold?"

"obviously, It's fucking freezing Yoonsung,"

"god, alright, calm down I don't control the weather,"

"I didn't say that you did, your so annoying,"

He let out a grunt and passed you his jacket,

"Thank you," you mumbled

Yoonsung placed his bag behind his head as he slowly layed down

"Y/n?"

You slowly turned to him and nodded slightly.

"Are you still cold?"

You nodded again, eyeing him suspiciously

"Do you want to share body heat, it works?"

You rolled your eyes at the boys comment and shifted in your seat

"I'm being serious, if you want to freeze to death, be my guest!"

You turned around sharply and let out a huff

"fine!"

You shifted over towards him as he placed his arm around your waist, slightly nuzzling his face into your neck,

"I told you it works,"

you suppose he was right, the burning sensation on your cheeks did warm you up.

HAEMIN

Your date for the dance had cancelled on you last minute, so you were sat in your apartment, alone, as usual

The ringtone of your phone ripped through the silence

"Hello Seungheon, you alright?"

"I heard that Kai cancelled, he's here already,"

"He- he said he was sick,"

"Oh my god, what an asshole!"

You slumped further into your seat, letting a sigh leave your mouth

"You know what, are you still home?"

"Yeah, why? Don't leave, please, I want you to have a good night!"

"No I won't, my friend's date didn't turn up, I'm gonna send him over, trust me okay?"

"Ugh, fine, this better not be one of your schemes!"

"I promise, I'll see you soon I love you!"

"Bye Heonnie!"

You got changed into some silky pyjamas and made a cup of hot chocolate for yourself

You were mid-way through an episode of a love so beautiful (a comfort show of yours) when a knock at your door interrupted your watch

"Hi, I'm Haemin, your Y/n, right?"

"Yeah, thanks for coming! You want a drink?"

The boy stepped into your apartment, pulling his jacket off of his shoulders, hanging it behind your door

He slumped down onto your couch, leaning his head back against the chair.

You sat next to him, passing him his mug of tea

"So, what happened with you?"

He explained that he hated school dances, that "everything is so cliche, the dates, the drama, it's so unnecessary! To get my friends off my back I told them I had a date, then said that she was ill today."

You laughed at his minor outburst, crossing your legs on your couch before placing your mug down on your sideboard

"I was meant to go with this boy I really liked but he turned me down last minute, he told me that he was sick but Heon said that he saw him at the dance with some other girl,"

"Wow, that's low! How could someone turn you down? You're so pretty!"

You looked at him shocked, "Thank you!"

"Why so shocked, with a face like yours, I'd of thought people tell you that your pretty 24/7, am I right, pretty girl?"

A blush crept it's way onto your cheeks and you turned away from him

You felt Haemin's hand make it way to your waist and pull you onto his lap

"You don't get complemented often? That's not right! Your, angelic,"

He knew exactly what he was doing

You placed your face in the crook of his neck, hiding your face which was now a vibrant red,

The boy played with your hair, telling you how you deserved better, how Kai should be on his knees begging for forgiveness, as he sent you into a lullified slumber.

KYUNGMIN

It was 2 AM and Kyungmin had called you at least 10 times in the last 5 minutes

Begrudgingly you answered the phone, "I TOLD YOU I DON'T WANT TO TALK!"

A sniffling noise made it back through the phone, "Please baby, just talk to me I can explain everything,"

You had plans to go out with Kyungmin earlier that day but he stood you up, sending you a quick message 'I'm with Minho, sorry it's an emergancy call u l8tr'

You had called Minho, just to check if everything was okay but he replied "I'm fine, I haven't seen Kyungmin since yesterday morning, sorry."

You were quick to send Kyungmin a long message and leave him on read for the next 3 hours

And that brings you to now!

"GET ON WITH IT THEN KYUNGMIN!"

"Listen, I can't tell you were I was, It'll ruin it you just have to trust me!"

"Are you joking? Tell me now Kyungmin!"

"I don't want to ruin it, please"

"No, Tell me"

"Fine, I had an appointment,"

"An appointment? What with another girl?"

"No, it's not like that! It was with a jeweller, I was getting you a promise ring,"

"..."

"I forgot about it and I couldn't reschedule, I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be sorry, can you let me in though?"

"Huh,"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, quickly opening it you were met with a red eyed, open armed Kyungmin

Rushing into his embrace, he led you both towards your bed, falling peacefully onto it

He cradled your body and whispered, "I'm sorry I lied,"

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you,"

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

YUNGYU

It had been a long day.

Both You and Gyu were extremely tired from studying all day.

"Baby its been hours I'm tired please can we finish up?"

Yungyu threw a pillow in your direction at a failed attempt to get your attention.

"Ya Yungyu. I'm busy! Just let me finish this please. It won't take that long!"

The boy let out a sigh and let his body flop onto the bed that sat in the corner of your room.

5 minutes had past but to the waiting Yungyu it had felt like an eternity.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? Are you done yet? I miss you!"

"How can you miss me when I'm right here? Be patient Yungyu!"

"How would you like it if I just sat and played video games with Min when you were over?"

"I wouldn't like it at all"

"Exact-"

"Because Video games serve no educational purposes. Studying does now let me finish Yungyu!"

The boy let out an exaggerated sigh and slumped dramatically onto the floor.

5 minutes

10 minutes

15 minutes

The boy let out a sigh ever so often but they went unnoticed

"Done!"

The boys eyes lit up and he arose to his feet.

You stood up and he pulled you into a warm embrace

"You're so dramatic Yungyu!" You laughed into his shoulder

Yungyu fell backwards onto your bed and tightened his hold on you.

"I'll take more breaks next time okay?"

"You better.

SEUNGHEON

You were nervous to say the least.

Meeting the parents of your boyfriend was always a nerve wracking task but especially when one of them was your proffesor.

"Hello Mrs Lee" you spoke, leaning into a deep bow

The Woman, surprisingly, brought you up to stand with her hand telling you there is no need to bow!

"Hello! It's so nice to properly meet you! Seungheon speaks about you a lot but I never really speak to you in lesson, you're just so well behaved,"

You grin at the woman, what a relief, she ushers you into the sitting room and shouts your boyfriend down stairs.

As his face emerged from the stairwell you saw a smile take over his face.

He pulled you into a hug and exclaimed that you looked so beautiful!"

She is just so lovely Seungheon. And so polite!"

You smile at the boy as he silently thanks you for making his mom smile.

"You two go upstairs I'll call you down later okay? Your father's running late but you can just meet him at dinner!"

As you entered his room he pulled you straight onto his bed, thanking you for being kind to his mom and reassuring you that his father will love you!

A/N: Sorry it took so long :( Seungheon's mother represents asian moms as a whole.... NOT my mom threatened my boyfriend saying she'd sell him to Teke Teke (ifykyk) if he ever dared upseat me. He hasn't tho and it's been nearly a year so clearly it works!

TAGLIST: @m1ssluvyoobot @warm-oatmi1k @watamotee33 @gfksn

[just-anka]

Our new home! Wah a lot has happened over the past few months and I'm only just starting to process it all. We knew all along that we were leaving Zurich after I finished my PhD, and vague plans to move to the mountains have been around for years. In early 2023, we started talking about it more seriously and soon realised living IN the mountains (rather than in a town in the valley at the bottom of the mountains haha) would involve buying a house because there aren't really any rentals in the villages around here. We spent a lot of time that winter looking at different places to find areas we liked, and then a lot of time in the summer viewing houses and figuring it all out. We decided on a house in late August, thinking there would be plenty of time to get it all through before the end of the year, that I would defend and then we'd move. As usual, that didn't go to plan and instead we found ourselves driving the 3.5 hours to Valais to sign for the house 4 days before my defence 🤦‍♀️ not ideal and all the uncertainty around the buying and the move combined with the defence stress over all those months really did me in, I'm still exhausted now even though the pace of life has gone from 100 to 0 (okay maybe more like a 10 but still) in the past few weeks. And the house is definitely not without issues 🤣 some of which we knew about, some we didn't, so the actual move in process has also been more exhausting than anticipated. There's also a ridiculous amount of admin involved in moving canton in Switzerland, it's almost like moving to a new country, especially as foreigners. But we survived the first bits, we moved in properly in the days after Christmas, and it's all slowly coming together now, and I love it SO much already. It's so quiet and peaceful, there's a little forest right outside our balcony that has deer walking through it almost every day, they come up all the way to the front door sometimes. Skiing is 10 mins away. It's been pretty cold as we're still figuring out the heating but we have a wood stove and it's so cosy. I love walking down the stairs in the morning in my warm jumper and making tea and meditating and journalling, all the while looking out at the mountains. I'm so burnt out from the end of the PhD and the entire past year it's been hard to take it all in, and it doesn't feel real yet most of the time. But when it does I feel so lucky. And I have a lot of time now, because I'm finally taking that gap year I've been saying for years I will take haha. It won't be an entire year, probably, but it will be a few months at least. Lots of skiing for now and some time to write, finally, getting settled into the house, and then some travelling.

[puddle-nerd]

The Price of Silence

Summary: You saw something you shouldn’t have. Jake ensures your silence.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Implied/Referenced Cheating, Confirmed Cheating, Dubious Consent, Non-Consensual Themes

Story Tags: No Use of Y/N, Pre Way of Water, Pet Names (baby, baby girl), Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Daddy Kink, Forced Orgasm, Thigh Fucking, Secrets

Author’s Notes: Requested by @jakesullywhore. This turned a bit longer than I was anticipating. I have another request in the queue, but that one is for a Jeytiri/Metkayina girl triad A/B/O fic. I’m planning to get that out in max about two weeks, depending on my schedule and how much stress my move is going to cause me. *fingers crossed it doesn’t* But we’ll see. Anyway…

There are at least three original Na’vi names listed in this story so I wanted to share with you how I’ve been pronouncing them.

● Tsuk’to – [sook – TOE] known for his mastery of dealing with the Omatikaya’s domesticated pa’li ● Lei’wa – [ LAY – wah] a female Na’vi of the Omatikaya ● Myitah – [ my – EE – tah] a young adult known as a weaver of the Omatikaya and tolerant of humans

Na’vi Translation: ● Ikran – also known as a banshee are large, dragon-like aerial predators that can be found roosting on the various cliff sides on the Hallelujah Mountains often being used by the Na’vi for traveling long distances, for hunting from the air, or even during times of war ● Nantang – also known as a viperwolf that is a hyena/wolf-like carnivore that has six legs, a lean, powerful torso that almost always move in packs that can mass together into a highly cooperative hunting party within seconds of finding prey ● Olo’eyktan – clan leader ● Pa’li – also known as a direhorse that is semi-equestrian-like in appearance with very long necks, small heads, and six legs; roughly the size of an elephant ● Palulukan – also known as a thanator or “dry mouth bringer of fear” that is carnivorous six-legged animal native to the forests of Pandora believed to be the apex land predator reminiscent of a panther or lion ● Tsahìk – the spiritual leader of a Na’vi clan, and the most important member next to the clan leader; they interpret the will of Eywa, guide the clan spiritually, and perform important ceremonies ● Tsakarem – a tsahìk-in-training, one chosen by the tsahìk to be mentored as their successor

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You’d been barely eighteen when you came to Pandora on the same flight as the ex-Marine known as Jake Sully but you had only known him in passing (i.e. in the galley, the p-ways, and the MWR lounge) at first. You had openly admitted to friendly co-workers that you thought he was very attractive. Plus, he was very flirty when you two did interact. He was also wheelchair bound, which did inhibit him from hook ups (you’d given it a shot and found out the hard way he couldn’t actually feel anything below his waist) but his handicap did not hinder his being an Avatar driver, apparently. But then apparently, Jake had gone under cover and deep into the natives’ territory on Colonel Miles Quaritch’s orders only to switch sides some three and half months later and turn on the RDA after going feral. Not that you blamed him, especially because of the appalling destruction of Home Tree. Because of that, you’d even assisted the Na’vi in the war the Omatikayan People were calling “The Time Of Great Sorrow”.

Luckily, you had been one of the lucky few humans that had been allowed to stay.

Jake had taken to clan life quickly after the “bad humans” were driven off of Pandora, him and Neytiri quickly popping out a couple of kids biologically within the span of two years and also adopting the baby girl that had been mysteriously produced from Grace’s Avatar. He came by the lab, sometimes, but you saw him more around the new village and out in the forests, which is where your friendship slowly deepened. Mo’at, the kind and forgiving Tsahìk that she was, appreciated how eager you were to continue learning the intricacies of Omatikayan culture, though you never adopted their way of dress. Neytiri, however, was less than pleased. The younger Na’vi woman often hissed or growled at you and was sure to spit curses in your direction if she ever saw you or thought you were too close to any of her three children. Unfortunately for her, because of your friendship, Jake often jumped to your defense. This meant that you were quickly becoming the center of many an argument between the mated pair.

And maybe that’s how it all began…

Or maybe, Jake was still more human than Na’vi, despite becoming permanently blue.

You had been visiting the village like normal, learning from a male Na’vi named Tsuk’to on how to take care of a pa’li when she was having difficulty giving birth and you hadn’t seen hide or hair of Jake today, not that you always saw him every time you visited the village. He was a busy man, a busy Olo’eyktan. So, the mare and foal were doing well a few hours after Tsuk’to had guided the baby out of its mother with the baby finally standing up on its six legs, the top of its head coming to your shoulder.

You said your goodbyes and turned to leave the village when you caught sight of Neytiri.

The Sully matriarch was some meters away, tucked secretively into the folds of the base of a tree, as if not to be noticed as easily. She was leaning close into a female Na’vi you knew was called Lei’wa, both of them giggling at whatever they were speaking about. And you wouldn’t have thought anything about it if you hadn’t noticed Neytiri’s tail was curling around Lei’wa’s thigh rather possessively, the dark tuft tickling the soft inner skin of the shorter woman’s leg. Or the fact that Lei’wa’s fingers were either tucking braids behind one of Neytiri’s pointed ears only to drop and start playing with Neytiri’s necklace, the backs of Lei’wa’s three fingers seemingly stroking against the other woman’s nipple. Neytiri’s large amber eyes were half-lidded and focused on Lei’wa, her pointed ears swiveled towards the shorter woman with absolute focus. Then Neytiri glanced about before she leaned in and kissed the shorter female – on the mouth.

With tongue and teeth it looked like.

Your jaw dropped in surprise before you immediately wrenched your gaze away and turned towards the human compound, quickly making yourself scarce before the sun set and you got lost.

The question bounced around in your head:  Was Neytiri cheating on Jake?

You had thought they were happy together. Jake always had positive things to say about his wife, well, except when he was trying to explain why she was so harsh against you. And even then, he was defensive of his mate.

As he should be.

The confusion of not knowing the details, the worry for your friend’s possible heartbreak, and the tumultuous emotions that went along with the whole situation of seeing Neytiri secretly kissing upon someone who wasn’t her mate made you stumble off the path somewhat. Only, a sound like a loud moan suddenly caught your attention, causing your limbs to lock up in nerves. It was getting dark and you needed to get to the human compound so you didn’t end up getting hunted by either a pack of Nantangs or by a lone Palulukan. Another moan, this one sounding like it was more of a pain filled squeal, sounded and you gulped, your heart pounding as your quick breaths fogged the inside of your mask slightly. If someone was hurt, they might need help. And if it was something dangerous luring you in… You wished you had more than a handgun and a knife on your person because it would do little in way of protection.

Creeping carefully through the undergrowth that was beginning to light up as the sky dimmed further and further, you heard more moans and a weird squelching noise that caused your brows to furrow. What were those sounds?

You… almost… wished you hadn’t asked.

In a clearing just ahead and next to a large roaring fire was your friend Jake pounding away into a female Na’vi that clearly wasn’t his wife, seeing as Neytiri had been in the village with Lei’wa maybe fifteen, twenty minutes before. Your jaw dropped as you took in the explicit sight before you. Jake had gotten… beefy (the only word that came to you in that second) from the constant manual labor of the Omatikayan way. His muscles, hard, pronounced and firm were bathed in an orangery light, glistening from sweat. His short, dark dreads swung with his movements, revealing his lascivious smirk as his hips rolled rapidly into his partner, causing her to whine needily. He had the female on her knees, his hand a firm manacle upon the back of her neck and pressing the side of her face into the ground to better manhandle her as he saw fit. His other hand went from her hip and began slapping her ass, the sharp “smack” of skin upon skin a chorus to the symphony of her moans and the wet squelching of his cock burying into her dripping pussy again and again and again.

Before this moment, yes, you had thought of Jake as sexy as fuck, even more so in his lithe blue body than the human one he had been born into. You had also wondered, in an abstract way, what it would be like to fuck him – or get fucked by him – if Neytiri weren’t part of the equation but you hadn’t allowed yourself to actually fantasize. These lewd images searing themselves into your mind’s eye, though, would not leave you as you gulped, heat pooling low in your belly, causing you to press your thighs together.

“Please, Olo’eyktan,” the female Na’vi sobbed quite loudly, her voice whiny and broken as if she had been screaming for quite some time. “Please!” She rattled off something after that in her mother tongue that you weren’t sure about as your grasp on the language was decent but not as good as an actual linguist’s – like Norm. Whatever she had said caused Jake to smirk more, moving his hand from her ass to grab her around the throat and draw her up, pressing her back to his chest. He whispered something into her ear and she wailed as she bounced up and down upon his thick cock. The woman’s beaded braids shielded her face from you discovering her identity but it also gave you more mental images for later speculation and fantasizing. Because now you could see the base of Jake’s thick cock delving up into her soaked pussy. The woman’s juices dribbled down over his knot, making the inflating ring of muscle glint in the firelight. But what truly drew you gaze was the slight bulge disappearing and reappearing behind the skin of her lean belly, showing you just how hung your friend truly was. You bit down on your lip and stumbled slightly, reaching out to steady yourself on the closest tree as your knees went weak and your gaze focused on that bulge, a shiver of arousal ran up and down your spine.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered to yourself, wishing you were in her position at this very second.

Jake’s eyes suddenly flicked up and met your gaze through your mask.

Your heart stopped the moment you witnessed recognition dawn in those amber eyes of his. You suddenly felt a flash of cold surge through you as he focused completely on you in that moment, his movements coming to a stop, his partner’s whine of protest not registering. Your mind went empty, you gulped, you turned, and you bolted in a clear display of hindbrain prey mechanics, cursing to yourself all the while as you pumped your booted legs and hurried towards the human compound as quickly as you could.

You didn’t stop until you nearly slammed into the outside of the airlock, punching in the code with trembling fingers and quickly sealing your side the vestibule, your body visibly shaking as you gasped for breath, sweat beading upon your skin. The atmosphere pressurized and you were able to remove your mask and step into the compound, immediately retreating to your private berthing and tossing your mask onto your bed. You rubbed a hand over your face as the scene you witnessed played out on repeat in your mind’s eye.

Neytiri kissing a female Na’vi – possibly cheating on her husband. Jake almost absolutely cheating on his wife. Jake catching you playing the unsuspecting voyeur. You shuddered, feeling a wetness pool in your panties as your mind forced you to remember those strong muscles of his chest and arms flexing as he rolled his narrow hips into his partner. The way his huge hand slapped her rounded backside. Your pussy clenched on nothing and you bit down on your lower lip as you pressed your thighs together in want once again. “What the fuck is wrong with me,” you muttered, sighing heavily and shaking your head. Jake was your friend. He was a married man. He was totally off limits. Well, maybe not so much anymore… You felt a shiver run through you again and sighed once more. You needed to get laid, you decided. That’s why you were focusing on Jake’s affair. It had been a while… maybe a bit too long since you’d had something drive into you and fill your cunt that didn’t operate on batteries. Only for the thought of Jake to enter your mind once again. And that slight belly bulge. You shook your head, trying to dispel the images if Jake fucking into that female and failing to dismiss the memory. Your body was beginning to ache with need. Yeah, you definitely needed to get laid. And sooner rather than later. Until then… your stomach gurgled, reminding you to eat supper. Your libido could wait; your stomach couldn’t.

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You avoided the village and seeing Jake for the next three days successfully, dipping out of any room without actually seeing him due to hearing his loud voice and his heavy footfalls long before your eyes laid upon his being. Then came the day George – or whatever his name was – asked you out, citing he wanted to show you a pretty spot out in the forests of Pandora, which you were smart enough to know that he actually meant he was going to try to fuck you, with the way his eyes dragged greedily over your body. And you hadn’t really been interested in him in return until you heard the telltale sounds of Jake approaching.

You still weren’t ready to face your friend and all but herded Georgino out the door.

You weren’t even really dressed for hiking out in the woods today either but you were bound and determined to keep Jake at a distance until you came to terms with his and his wife’s infidelities so you had left without changing. This morning, you’d made the split-second decision to wear one of your favorite little summer dresses, it’s short flowy skirt swaying breezily just above your knees and great for dealing with the early summer heat. It wasn’t great for not encouraging overly entitled human males, however, because the further you traveled into the forests of Pandora the more Gino was allowing himself to get handsy, which you couldn’t help but compare his sweaty palms and sausage fingers to the memory of Jake’s large, strong, blue hands from three days ago.

‘Get a grip,’ you thought to yourself. ‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To get laid.’

“Here we are,” Gilmore announced as you once again danced away from his leech-like fingers once again.

At least the view was worth it.

“Oh… wow,” you whispered aloud in awe, your eyes going wide behind the thick glass of your oxygen mask as you took in the beauty of Pandora and had your breath metaphorically taken away once again. The soft grass was lush beneath your calf-high boots as you gazed at a crystal-clear river fringed by exotic and colorful flowers and moss-covered stones. There were also overhangs twice to three times your size bordering down the river, twisting trees growing from each cliff in such a way that filtered the sunlight down to the ground in such a pretty way. “This is gorgeous, Gilbert.”

“It’s Geoffrey, actually,” he corrected you, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You tried not to cringe and uttered an apology under your breath. “God, wish I could kiss you, babe You’re so fucking hot.”

You were more than glad that you couldn’t, not feeling more than a hard, little tic tac brushing against the curve of your bottom.

He hummed and moved one of his hands to roughly grope your breast while the other pressed into your belly to draw you back into his body. It didn’t feel like it was getting bigger, either but you had wanted this – to get laid so you’d be able to get a grip and stop thinking about Jake. You sighed and allowed things to progress as he more or less forcefully pushed you down onto the grass, brusquely pulling your panties down your legs before fumblingly fingered you. Unfortunately, it really did nothing for you. Not that Geoffrey actually noticed.

“I don’t think she likes that,” a voice suddenly called out, causing the human man to jump back from you.

None other than the male you had been trying to avoid stepped out of the underbrush, an unimpressed look upon his striped face.

You gulped, sitting up and closing your legs as your heart thundered in your chest as you dropped your gaze to your lap and refused to look at your friend. Geoffrey huffed, calling out, “Uh, hey, Sully. We’re kinda in the middle of something. You can steal all of her attention later.” The recombinant raised a hairy brow and crossed his thick arms over his built chest, staring down at the human man with a fierce and unblinking scowl until he caved. “Uh, yeah, guess I’ll see you later, babe,” Geoffrey grumbled from behind his mask and trudged back the way he came, leaving you alone with Jake for the first time since you’d seen your friend’s illicit affair three nights prior. You gulped and shivered when a soft breeze caressed your bare bottom. You glanced around for your panties and realized they must have gotten pocketed or tossed wide because you couldn’t find the scrap of cotton anywhere at first glance. You blushed in embarrassment and shyly peeked up at Jake to see him shooting you a raised brow now.

“Uh… hi, Jake,” you mumbled, your cheeks hot behind your breathing mask.

He snorted. “Don’t you ‘hi, Jake’ me,” he snapped, coming to sit in front of you, crossing his legs and causing you to glance at the front of his loincloth briefly, a shiver as the memory of the belly bulge crossed your mind. He snapped a finger in front of you and you guiltily met his amber gaze. “So… you saw… what you saw,” he announced, staring at you intently, getting right to the point.

You shrugged. “I… uh… yeah,” you confirmed quietly, eyes not quite meeting his. “But it’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone.” He thinned his lips and cocked his head studying you. “You might… accidentally,” he retorted after a pregnant pause filled with anxious butterflies. “Or you might catch me with one of my other play partners just like you happened upon me and Myitah.”

‘Oh, Myitah,’ you thought, a hot bubble churning in your gut. She was a young weaver of the clan, about twenty years old or so and not a warrior. She was pretty, you guessed, and at least tolerant of you when you interacted with her. ‘He said play partners – as in plural. Guess he really IS cheating on his wife.’

Out loud, you shook your head while saying, “I don’t want Neytiri to kill me. Y’know, your wife? She already hates me and if she heard me saying something like that, I’m pretty sure she’d feed me to her new Ikran or to a pack of Nantangs or a Palulukan. And I like living, Jake!”

He cocked his head as if considering this but his amber eyes told a different story. He had already made up his mind.

Jake slowly smirked down at you, his pink tipped nose flaring as he scented the air. “Oh, I think I have a solution that’ll help you keep my secret and assist you all in one,” he suddenly purred, his voice coming out in a way you had never heard before from him, sensually and making you shiver as arousal skittered up and down your spine and created a bubbling heat within your belly. You swallowed and frowned, not quite understanding his meaning until his amber gaze travelled down your body, landing on your thighs. His tail flicked up in interest and he raised a brow, fangs peeking out at you as his ears caught the way your heart skipped a beat. “What do you say, baby girl?” You gulped and shook your head slowly, your breathing becoming shaky as you stared at your friend.

“I think it’s time for me to go back, Jake,” you replied, licking your suddenly dry lips.

His smirk fell and his face became stone cold as he replied, “I don’t think so.”

You suddenly found yourself flat on your back, Jake’s hand shoving you down and pressing over nearly your entire torso as he twisted up onto his knees. His other hand grabbed one of your calves over the leather of your boot and tugged you towards him, causing your skirt to bunch as it caught between the grass and your body, pulling the material upwards and exposing your bare lower body to his gaze. His smirk returned and his tail wagged like an excited puppy’s as he took you in. “Oh yeah, that science guy wasn’t doing you any favors was he,” Jake muttered aloud. “Probably never even seen a real woman before. Don’t worry, baby girl. I know what I’m doing.”

“No, Jake, stop,” you argued, trying to shove his hand off of you and pull your leg free.

He met your gaze, laughing, “You sure, baby? You’re starting to get wet.”

You shook your head and kicked at him uselessly with your free booted foot. “Let go of me, Jake,” you commanded firmly. “Seriously.”

“But why?” he demanded, holding you still a little too easily. “I’m pretty sure you were liking what you saw when you spotted me rutting up into Myitah. I inspected where you were standing when she finally passed out and I could smell the lingering of your arousal. So spicy and sweet.” His nose flared as he scented the air again. “Kinda like now.” You shook your head. No matter how much you wanted something to fuck you stupid, your friend was married to a frightening female Na’vi and you valued your life more than an orgasm.

“Jake, please, just let me go,” you begged.

He smirked, replying, “When I’m done with you. Sure.” He moved his hands to grip your thighs in his and dipped his head down between your legs, groaning. “Fuck, yeah… Nothing beats slutty human pussy. Gonna hav’ta savor this.” Before you could protest, you felt what you assumed was his tongue, lap at your lower lips, the filiform papillae stroking against you in a strange but not un-pleasurable way. Much like a cat’s, all Na’vi and Avatar’s tongues were rough like sandpaper because they were each covered in small, backwards facing white keratin protein spines. And applied to your cunt had you gasping, your hands grabbing onto his head as he licked at your nether region like a kitten with cream.

“Oh, oh fuck,” you whined, your breath hitching behind your mask.

You could feel his smirk against the skin of your inner thigh as Jake commented, “Better than that half-assed fingering what’s-his-name tried to give you?”

“That’s… that’s not the point,” you protested.

He glanced up, meeting your gaze. “Well, I’m gonna finish my meal and then you can tell me what the point is after, sweetheart.” And wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading them wide for him so he could bury his face back between your legs only to feast on you like a man starving. You let out a cry as he shoved his nose against your clit and buried his rough tongue deep inside of you. It feels so good to have something other than silicone shoved inside of you, the warm, wet muscle moving around inside of your heat unexpectedly causing you to moan as pleasure shot through your body like lightning. Then, suddenly he pulled back a few inches, laughing at you mockingly as you whine in protest. He delved back in after taking a breath, only this time, his lips sealed around your clit and he sucked, harshly. You couldn’t control the noises coming out of your throat anymore as your legs began to tremble and your fingers tugged on his dreaded hair, rocking your hips up into his mouth desperately, panting, moaning, tears building up in your eyes as pleasure built within you higher and higher.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you chanted, wetness seeping out of you from below your waist and from your eyes as you felt a needy ache building within your belly as you climbed higher and higher. You didn’t want the feeling to end but this wasn’t right. You forced out, breath fogging up the inside of your mask, “You have to stop.”

Jake ignored you.

The warm band of steel released your leg, your muscles spasming slightly and you lifted your head to witness Jake moving his hand towards your entrance. You nearly screamed as he licked at your clit with his rough tongue and simultaneously sliding two of his thick, long fingers home inside of you. Your nails dug into his scalp, causing him to grunt but continue, pressing the digits of his hand into your channel even deeper than his tongue had delved. He set a slow pace, at first, thrusting his finger into you again and again and again, parroting what you had seen him do with his dick three days go. What you not so secretly wanted to experience with the monster you knew he was packing between those thick, strong legs of his. Maybe sensing your body’s eagerness, he started to stroke you faster.

You wailed, your pleasure reaching higher.

Your back arched as your hips rutted into his hand desperately.

“Please, please, please,” you sobbed, more tears trickling out of your eyes. You needed to stop this before it was too late. You weren’t a cheater, even if your friend was. What came out instead of you begging him to cease was, “Need t’cum, Jake.” He smirked and sucked harshly on your clit and curled his fingers deep inside of you, determined to get you to finish. He was rewarded with an ear-piercing shriek, your legs shaking visibly in his grip and your pussy gushed, clamping down upon his fingers most greedily. Pleasure rocked through your body like an avalanche, making you feel like you were shattering into a million pieces and being put back together over and over again. Jake eased you through your orgasm with a cheeky, self-satisfied leer, fangs glinting at you in the light of the day filtering down to you.

“Look at all that cream, just for me,” you thought you heard Jake sneer.

You regain your breath and your senses when Jake reaches up and undoes the buttons going down the front of your dress, your naked breasts revealing themselves to his gaze.

“Not wearing a bra, baby? Naughty,” he chortled. “Good thing Daddy likes naughty girls.”

He groped your chest much more pleasurably than Geoffrey had done, making you think Jake’s assumptions about the scientist never having actually interacted sexually with a woman might have some grounding of truth to them. He pulled gently at your nipples and leaned down, sucking one of your tits into his mouth, the lower half of his face still shiny with your slick. “Jake,” you whined, trying to push his head away from your sensitive nipples. He tightened his teeth on the hardened nub in warning, his ears twitching as you hissed when pain threatened to replace the pleasure. You realized you had no chance of winning against him, what with him being nearly twice the size of you and probably three times as strong so you submitted to his whims and let him do what he wanted.

“God, baby, your tits are so soft,” the recombinant moaned quietly, rubbing his face against the soft swells like a cat. “Na’vi tits are more muscle so they’re nowhere near as soft… unless pregnant. God, I could play with these for hours…” He chuckled to himself, kissing your breasts before pulling back, adding, “Maybe next time.”

“What?” you asked, your brain not connecting the meaning. “Jake, no… We can’t,” you argued.

He raised a brow at you and demanded, “So you get to cum but I gotta deal with this on my own?” He sat back on his knees and pointed to the way his loincloth had tented significantly with his erection. And you couldn’t help but feel your jaw drop at the sheer size of his dick pressing up against the material of his garment He made short work of the knots keeping it on his body and his dick nearly sprung at you as it was released from its confines, making your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. You had seen how big his knot was, how he had bulged Myitah’s stomach but seeing it like this was something else entirely. That phrase that a cock looked like a baby’s arm holding an apple? Try a chunky three-year-old toddler. Of course, being that he was nearly ten feet tall, it should have occurred to you that he would be absolutely hung. His shaft was a slightly lighter blue than the rest of his skin, covered in stripes of a pretty sapphire shade. There were veiny, little ridges and nubs along each stripe, though they clustered together more on the underside of his shift to make little ridges. The decorations on his dick were complimented by bioluminescent freckles that decorated the full length of him from the knot to the light pink tip of his cock that matched the pink of his nose. The foreskin, however, was an even lighter blue and had started to pull back from the pink tip to reveal a delicate little trickle of pearlescent precum tinged silvery blue. His voice brought you back into focus when he commented, “Unfortunately, you won’t be able to take me yet but we’ll work up to it.”

Jake grabbed your legs again and pulled you to him once more, transferring both of your ankles to one hand and taking his shaft in hand. He stroked himself a couple of times before pressing the head of his dick forward, between your thighs. His cock was so long, however, the tip rested against the soft plush of your breasts while his knot wasn’t quite touching the backs of your thighs yet.

“Jake,” you whined again.

His amber eyes met your gaze and he smirked, saying, “Push yer tits together for me, baby. I’ll make this feel good for both of us.”

A part of you was disgusted with yourself for helping Jake cheat on his wife. Another, bigger and greedier part of you, took over and did as he asked with only a little of hesitation. And you immediately moaned, feeling the way he made sure to drag the underside of length against your entrance, each ridge rubbing sensually against your clit and sparking pleasure through your nerve endings.

Apparently male Na’vi’s weren’t meant to be a smooth ride.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” Jake groaned, suddenly becoming very verbal now that his mouth wasn’t busy sucking on your body. He thrust himself through your thighs and your tits, picking up speed as he got more and more into it. “Fuck, feel s’good, baby. Can feel you getting all wet f’me again.” You tightened your legs and your tits around his cock and watched him grit his teeth as he released a groan. “Oh, f—yeah… Do that again. Squeeze me again like that. Daddy likes that. Ah, fuck, baby. Daddy likes that a lot.”

Apparently, Jake was also a babbler during sex.

The recombinant male’s grip tightened on your ankles and his hips speed up even more, allowing you to admire the flow of those muscles up close and personal, pleasure making that coil begin to tighten low within your belly a second time. Jake’s relentless rhythm was making you whine and moan and pant breathlessly behind your mask, the inside of the glass fogging up with each sharp breath. He continued to babble, praising you as he rutted himself between your thighs, causing your mind to blank and your hands to clutch desperately at your breasts, keeping them together for his satisfaction.

Jake snarled and sped up, pushing his knot between your thighs as his movements got sloppier as he neared his own end, nearly pressing the head of his length to your chin. If you had been maskless, you would have licked his slit.

“Just like that, baby girl,” he growled through clenched teeth. “Gonna cum. Ready for it. Gonna cum all over you. Make a mess. You’ll be smelling like me for days. Get ready… ah fuck!” Jake reared back, grabbing his length to stroke it through his orgasm, his cock pulsing as lightly glowing blue cum spurted out of the pink tip, huge globs of it painting your belly, your tits, your shoulders, your neck, the front of your mask and even getting some in your hair and the grass surrounding your head. He let out a deep, satisfied groan – long and drawn out – as his baby gravy just kept erupting from the end of his dick with no end in sight until you were just absolutely soaked with the glowing goop.

Jake let out a breathless laugh as he took you in, satisfied finally. “Yeah, maybe next time we’ll get to try this tight little cunt out,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “Until then, now you gotta keep my activities quiet or else what we did will come up to. Understand, baby girl?”

You nodded slowly in understanding. You did have a secret with Jake but if it came out and Neytiri tried to kill you, you had leverage on her too.

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Originally Posted: 31 DEC 2023 Word Count: 5,440

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Happy New Year everyone and maybe 2024 will be better!

[find-roronoa-zoro]

Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

10.5

"Is F/N ok?" Nami asked entering the house between Luffy and Zoro.

"Why wouldn't she be?" Luffy turned as she slipped her phone back into her pocket.

"Well Robin just text me that Perona said she and Law broke up."

"What?" Ace, Sabo and Al croaked from the sofa.

"I guess she overhead a conversation with Shanks down at the bar." Nami shrugged sharing the armchair with the youngest brother.

"It's already late and she's with Shanks, this probably won't end well." Sabo murmured checking the time on his phone.

"What does that mean?" Zoro asked claiming the recliner.

"Those two tend to go on benders when they are together." Ace answered.

Zoro's phone whistled in his pocket, a text.

F/N : sitpploo

F/N : Zooorooooooo*

Zoro : drinking i see

F/N : wah says who?!

Zoro : those texts for one.

Zoro : Also Perona reported to her girlfriend

F/N : how rode

F/N : rude*

F/N : just blowing off steam

Zoro : i heard about that also

F/N : God damn. People need to mine their own shit

F/N : min*

F/N : ugh Mind!

Zoro : lol maybe you should have some water

F/N : water

F/N : not fun

F/N : hey... HeeeeEEeeY

Zoro : send a single sentence woman.

F/N : demandinf much?! Anyway! Co.e drink with me I hear you're some sort of fish

Zoro : fish?

F/N : yeah yeah.. Ya know the saying? Like he drinks like a fish.

F/N : fish is Zoro

Zoro : where are you guys?

F/N : ah well Shanks left, Yasopp disappeared and Benn is threatening to leave. But I'm at the redline

"I gotta head out." Zoro stood abruptly pocketing his phone.

"Uh ok." Ace glanced up at him.

"We'll see you Saturday." Sabo added as he reached the door.

"Yup, see ya."

Nami and Al shared a look before Nami pulled out her phone to shoot Robin and Perona a text.

When Zoro arrived at the bar it was closing and you were clinging to Benn near the door.

"We can just share the uber and you can pay for the rest of the ride."

"Benny," you slurred brows knit, face twisted into an adorable pout, "don't ya know ya can't leave a drunk girl alone in a stranger's car?"

"I can just take you." Zoro interrupted.

"Greenie!" you cheered throwing your arms around his neck.

"Problem solved. No drunk girl in a stranger's car." Benn mocked pinching your cheek.

"Who's drunk?!" you called.

"Have fun with that." Benn said to Zoro while ruffling your hair.

"Hey!" you protested, "What's that mean?"

"Don't worry about it." Zoro suppressed his laughter.

He had seen you this drunk before at your welcome home party and like before he found you quite amusing.

"Let's get you home." he placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you forward.

"Nooo...whaaat? Do we have to go home?" you whined leaning into him to keep yourself upright.

"F/N, it's almost two. There's no where else to go." he opened the passenger door for you.

"We could go to your place." you suggested glancing up at him with rosy cheeks.

He flushed hard.

"Wait!" you stepped back throwing your hands against his chest, "N-not like that! I-I mean to keep drinking. I just don't wanna go home yet."

Zoro quickly regained his composure and hoisted you into the truck, "That's fine but all I have is saké."

"I looooove saké!" you cheered fumbling with the seatbelt.

He closed the door and rounded the truck shaking his head. You were definitely a handful. When he climbed into the drivers seat you were still talking.

"You know we have an office in Japan? The saké is better there."

"You worked in Japan?" he asked.

"No I ran London, but I've been a few times." you paused and gasped startling the greenette, "We should go!"

"Go where?"

"Japan!" you grabbed his arm enthusiastically.

"Sure." he snorted.

"And you can see a real dojo that's like hundreds of years old."

He peeked at you sideways at the stoplight as you continued making travel plans you'd never remember. You quieted down realizing you were being stared at.

"I'm serious."

He chuckled at your pouty tone, "I can see that. Maybe we'll revisit the subject when you're sober."

"I'm not that dr-unk!" you hiccupped.

He laughed again.

"Bad timing!" you playfully slapped his arm.

"Stop yelling woman." he covered your mouth with his right hand.

"Sorry." you muttered against his palm sending a shiver through him.

He quickly retacted his hand and made the turn into the apartment complex.

"We'll just have a couple. You're drunk enough." he placed two small white cups on the coffee table in front of you and turned back toward the small kitchen.

"I'm fiiiine." you giggled pulling your legs up onto the leather sofa.

"Sure." he agreed returning with a chilled bottle.

"You don't drink it warm?"

"Normally yes but this is plum, it's better cold." he took a seat on the floor across from you.

You tilted your head.

"What?" he asked removing the cap and filling the cups.

"You don't seem like the kind of guy who likes sweet drinks."

"I'm not but this was a gift and you like sweet drinks so why not?"

You flushed briefly that he knew your preference forgetting in your haze that he had served you before you knew him. Zoro pushed your cup across the table and watched you concentrate on picking it up without spilling.

How was every face you made so cute?

Slowly you leaned forward with your cup out in front of you. Zoro did the same tapping the lip of his cup to yours.

"Kanpai!" you cheered bringing the sweet liquid to your lips.

He mirrored you and downed the cold drink. It was surprisingly good. Not too sweet with a pleasant plum aftertaste. You set your cup down near the bottle indicating you'd like more.

"That was so good. Whoever gave it to you must have some money, I don't think that bottle is cheap."

"He does." Zoro chuckled pouring another round.

Soon the bottle was empty and you were lying back on the sofa lazily singing a song you'd had stuck in your head. He quietly observed you from his spot on the floor. Slowly the words to the cheerful tune you sang turned into some sort of chant.

"More, more, more moooooooooore,"

"I'm not sure you can handle more." he murmured meeting your half lidded gaze.

"How rude." you gasped in feigned offense.

"Hush, you know you've had enough. How about some water?" he suggested rising to his feet, "You're gonna feel like shit in the morning."

"You worry too much." you tried to sit up and failed falling back into the cushions.

Zoro chuckled and passed you to get a couple of water bottles from the kitchen. When he returned you had fallen asleep. Shaking his head he bent down to scoop you up tensing when you whimpered and snuggled into his warmth. You stirred when he placed you on the mattress muttering that it was hot.

"Here." he pulled a shirt from his dresser and handed it to you before grabbing a blanket, "the bathroom is right across from the foot of the bed. You can wear that to sleep if you want. I'll be on the couch so, call me if you need something."

"Greenie," you called weakly rolling over to face him, "stay in here with me."

A rosy pink dusted his cheeks, "I don't think that's a great idea."

"Because you think I'm sexy?" you boldly teased.

"Exactly," he deadpanned, "go back to sleep."

With that he switched off the light and left the room before he lost his will to not hop in the bed with you.

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You sat in the bed wracking your clouded brain trying to remember where you'd ended up and what you had done, if anything.

"Fuck." you whispered as the bathroom door opened and Zoro stepped out with a towel lazily tossed over his wet hair.

[the-flys-buzz]

ANOTHER LYRIC DISSECTION 💔💔💔

“Floral sheets on long-given-up ghost, haunt my bedroom at night and say ‘Let’s get you home.’”

the ‘long-given-up ghosts’ line is william referring to his birth parents and how he left them behind in favor of traveling different universes. the haunt part is talking about how he still thinks of them with some sense of guilt! he probably sees the ‘lets get you home’ bit as them (his birth parents) telling him that.

“But come and braille-palm-read and hold my hand, see my reason and ‘Goodbye cruel world.’”

sounds odd, but i see this line as william try to explain what is emotions are like. i dont know why it just makes sense to me. likely him just rambling to steven about random things his brain says sometimes.

“And oh my god, what’s wrong with me?”

oh this one is easy. exactly what it sounds like. william asks himself this sometimes after he does something impulsive that he didnt mean to do. probably a lot after he snaps at steven.

“I’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me.”

this one is taken less literally. moreso in the sense that william would rather hide in his steven mindset than see steven whenever hes acting like abel, scott, etc.

“To incubate the shadows you can’t stitch back to your soles.”

wah!!!! william reminiscing on the actual good memories he has from his early childhood and realizing he cant get those moments back with his old family. hence, why he grips onto steven, jake, and his siblings so hard.

“And you seemed fine just a few days ago.”

i see this as steven talking to william actually. he has mentioned how william can go from happy and energetic to more stern and upset when hes using the phonehead form.

“Well, now you swear in your prayers telling time ‘Promise I’ll never have fun again, if you’d stop flying,’ but then you start crying ‘Never mind, you win.’”

steven probably bringing up what william says when hes a phonehead himself. how he'll 'do better' if steven stops acting a certain way himself. the last bit is when william gives up and eventually goes back to normal via a breakdown.

“And far too late came far too soon. And the love you never made became the things you’d never do.”

in reference to the impact steven has had on williams stability emotionally/mentally as well as the traits william has picked up from him. the ‘far too late came far too soon’ is in reference to steven not noticing it sooner. the ‘love you never made became the things you’d never do’ bit could be seen as williams missed opportunities in life now that he aims to follow in stevens footsteps.

“So come on, William, grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl.”

THIS LYRIC TAKES ME OUT EVERYTIME. it fits so well. how william thinks that people will see him as nothing but a kid if he doesnt act mature enough. how william is still concerned people will see him as a girl despite him being openly trans. OUH. this one is the entire reason this lyric dissection exists.

“It’s me who cries mercy while your fingers curl and, oh, are you at all like me?”

feels like william making a desperate attempt to reason with steven. especially the ‘it’s me who cries mercy while your fingers curl’ part. the ‘oh, are you at all like me?’ is a rhetorical question. he ask that to try and get steven to understand what hes doing is wrong.

“Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see? Someone, anyone?”

william trying to explain himself. likely what he feels like when no one is responding to his rambling how he expected. he doesnt like when hes wrong about something hes rambling about.

“Well, here is the church, here is the steeple. Open the doors, see all the people.”

this one refers to a memory william has of basically this exact thing. several people at an altar at a church, holding each other and comforting each other. hes not religious but he at that moment wanted that kind of comfort.

“Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home.”

obvious one. after all of this, steven offering him the comfort he needs. in this case, steven is quite literally the home this references.

OUH. @ask-steven-stevenson th. this is a long one but OH WELL. you did wanna be tagged i think..... as a little bonus!!!!

thats the songs meaning. so uhrm. yeh that definitely adds on❤️

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Okay, here's the reason I was poking around in Chapter 79. To share a theory! I remember seeing this moment for the first time and being amused at Zandeh panicking so much after being handed Rukhnabad that he couldn't get it back in its scabbard fast enough. But a while back I started wondering about an alternative explanation and I realised I never got around to sharing it.

What if this is Rukhnabad, upon sensing itself being transferred from Hilmes's hand to Zandeh's, essentially going 'no royal blood? lolnope' and briefly taking control of Zandeh's right arm to shove itself back home in its scabbard until someone else qualified to wield it takes it back out? Zandeh's 'wah' noises are because his arm is literally being moved by something other than himself.

Other evidence for this: the clanking sound effect and visuals of the jagged lines around Zandeh's shoulders and the blade of the sword itself seem to suggest unexpected/jerky movement, and also there's the fact that in the novel scene, Hilmes himself sheaths Rukhnabad and then throws it to Zandeh, so in the novel he never holds the sword when it's not in its scabbard, which makes me think Arakawa modified the scene not just to show us something about Zandeh (the moment of him closing Kaykhusraw's sarcophagus before running out with the scabbard was a great one) but also about the nature of the sword itself.

I like this because 1. it adds further evidence to the fact that Rukhnabad is indeed an item of magical nature/powers that helps seal the Snake King (and it's this belief which drives Zandeh to defy Hilmes and throw it back into the ground) and 2. it nicely complements my headcanon that Zandeh is spooked by magic (supported by his reaction to the mention of earth-travel magic in the novels) because even though Rukhnabad is an artifact he views in a more postive light and clearly respects it's still got to be fucking disconcerting to feel confirmation of its power like this.

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(Bruce and Branch fic anon)

My sister got married: yipeeee :D

Had to travel out of state and celebrate with ours and her husband's family, so I didn't have time to write a chapter for father's day: not yipeeee :(

Hate it when I have to actually write the stuff that I want to write instead of just daydreaming into existence lol But anyways, felt like updating somebody on the fic progress but still not sure about un-anoning so I CHOOSE YOU for this great honor (?)

Should have the next chapter written out by next week or hopefully less (or more lol) since Im coming home today. Hugs and really loved your Brozone headcanons <3, might even use it as inspiration for my fic (but just a little since in my timeline Brozone was born after the parents got protagonist parents-ed out of the story)

So... yeah! Love your art and thanks again for all the inspiration

OHH CONGRATS TO YOUR SISTER!!! That's so cool!!

And yeah if I could just Think things I want to create into existence that would be great but alas.... creativity demands a sacrifice (effort lol)

SO excited to hear about the fic n I'm looking forward to reading more!!

And WAH THANK YOU!!! Thank YOU for taking inspiration and running with it!!!<33