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fluentmoviequoter · 7 months ago

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Love, The Man Under the Hood

Part 2 of The Man Under the Hood (requested by @fried4chicken)

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: After learning that Jason Todd is the Red Hood, he tells you everything.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death in nightmares, fluff, comfort at the end, lots of Jason Todd storyline spoilers (Batman: Under the Red Hood spoilers for sure)

Word Count: 1.8k+ words

A/N: Ignore the fact that this pic is a different Jason than the pic for the first part. I didn't use a specific one while writing so just pick your fav! (Mine's WFA Jason!)

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“But you can protect me. Right, red?”

Jason wanted to tell you about everything, but you figured it out before he could. After a frightening encounter with the Red Hood, you learned that the big, unreadable guy who terrified you was the same one who held you and comforted you afterward.

Now, though, Jason knows that he was right from the beginning. Regardless of what Dick said or the fact that you stayed beside him after your life-changing realization, Jason shouldn’t have told you. Not because he doesn’t love or trust you but because he put you in danger. He failed to protect you from himself, Gotham, and the people who made him what he is.

“You didn’t protect me, red,” you whisper weakly.

“Hold on for me,” Jason begs.

Your blood coats his hands, and the light in your eyes dims before Jason wakes. Alone in his apartment, he pulls his legs up and drops his head heavily into his hands. It’s a new nightmare, but losing you forever hurts worse than watching you walk out of the door.

Jason looks at his phone beside him. His heart begs him to call you, to hear your voice and know without a doubt that you are okay, but his mind says no. He already put a target on your back and won’t bring you closer to the Red Hood than he has to.

Your life hasn't changed much since you discovered Jason Todd is Red Hood. You haven’t talked to him about his vigilantism as you work through your questions alone. You continue inviting Jason into your life and home regardless of your questions or doubts. He told you the moment you first called him red that he would wait for you, and in the meantime, Jason would take what he could get. Neither of you want to lose each other, but the nagging questions in your mind – Why didn’t he tell me? What really happened when we were kids? – threaten to push you away from him.

As you walk home after a late night at work, questions about Jason, his “death,” and Red Hood fill your mind. You’re only drawn from your answerless wonderings by someone moving in the shadows. Gotham may be full of vigilantes, but it will never be safe.

You remove your phone from your pocket and press Jason’s contact, increasing your speed as it rings. The line connects nearly immediately.

“Hey,” Jason answers. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just walking home. Don’t want another incident like last time.” You try to keep your voice steady, but it shakes when you turn and notice someone behind you. “Jay?”

“I’m here.”

“I think someone’s following me.”

“Where are you?”

His voice drops as if he’s speaking through the hood. You make another surprise turn, and the man behind you seems closer now.

“Red,” you whisper quickly.

“We’re on the way,” Jason promises. “Talk to me.”

“I’m sorry,” you admit. “I’m sorry for not talking to you, but I was scared.”

“I know.”

“Not of you.”

“I know.”

“He’s getting closer.”

“Breathe,” Jason demands. “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“I trust you.”

As soon as you say it, Red Hood and Nightwing drop from a fire escape and land at your side. You feel safe standing between them, knowing who one is and suspecting the other. That doesn’t mean you throw caution aside, so you duck behind Jason’s shoulder.

“I got this,” Nightwing says quickly.

“Let’s go,” Jason tells you as he turns toward you. “Hold on.”

He wraps an arm around your waist, and your arms circle his shoulders. When he tightens his grip to pin you tightly against his chest, you nod. He raises a hand and fires a grappling hook over his head. You close your eyes against the wind over Gotham and squeeze them tightly until you feel solid ground beneath your feet.

“I got ya,” Jason murmurs.

You blink your eyes open slowly but only see Jason’s mask.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

The red hood before you nods once before he takes your hand to lead you to your apartment. It’s less than a block away, and as Jason enters your window, you know you’re ready to talk about everything.

“I have to go,” Jason says suddenly. “They-“

“Go,” you reply. You lay your hands on his shoulders and tilt your chin to kiss his mask. “I’ll be here when you’re done. If you want.”

“I’ll be back,” Jason promises.

He disappears out of your window but ensures it locks behind him before he jumps over the railing of your fire escape. You watch the window for a while after he leaves, and when you finally turn away to change out of your work clothes, you smile. You love Red Hood because of the man under the mask.

Red Hood moves silently through Gotham, but Jason’s mind is on you. You kissed his mask, which solidifies his belief that you love him. You love Jason, so you accept Red Hood because of that love. The big, unreadable guy you ran from was your first call when you were in danger. Being in a position to help you today eliminates part of Jason’s memory of scaring you. Now that he has been seen with you and approached you as someone Red Hood cares about, a target is being drawn on your back. And it looks suspiciously like his mask.

Three quick taps to your window draw your attention away from the news report about Batman. You turn off the television as you stand. The moment you raise the window, Jason climbs inside. He forces the window back down before he pulls his helmet off, and you smile at the sight of the domino mask underneath.

“Hello there,” you murmur as he peels the mask away from his eyes.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

You shake your head at Jason’s flirtation but step closer to him. He pulls you into a warm, comfortable hug, and you sigh as you relax against his chest.

“Thank you,” you say again as Jason leads you toward your couch.

“Dick did all the hard work,” Jason deflects, turning away from your attention.

“I knew it was Dick,” you whisper.

Jason sits back with an arm around your shoulders. You lean against him; you want to stay close and crave his comfort more than anything. Not because you’re scared but because you love him.

Your touch helps Jason, too, and he falls asleep on your couch. You could get used to this, welcoming him into your arms after he goes on patrol. Jason is important to you, and he deserves to know why you stepped back even after accepting his formerly violent counterpart. After kissing his forehead, you lie beside him and quickly fall asleep. No matter how good Jason thinks you are for him, he’s better for you.

“What did you do?” you accuse.

“I did it to protect you!” Jason replies. “I love you.”

“This isn’t love.”

Jason steps toward you with his hands outstretched. The fear you showed when you first met the Red Hood returns as you flinch away from him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jason promises. His voice breaks as he watches you step back.

“I wish I could believe you.”

Jason thrashes beside you, and it’s impossible to ignore on the small couch. When he mumbles, “No, no. I’m sorry,” you move off the couch. Kneeling beside his head, you keep your hands away from him as you try to wake him.

“Jason,” you say. “Jay, baby.”

You lay your fingertips on his arm, and Jason wakes quickly. He grabs your wrist gently as his eyes meet yours.

“You’re still here,” Jason whispers.

“Of course. I’m not going anywhere, Jay,” you reply.

Jason sits up and pulls you against him. You move your knees to either side of his thighs to hold his head to your chest.

“It was just a dream,” you soothe.

You push your fingers through his hair as your heartbeat comforts Jason. His grip tightens on you as he pushes his head closer to you.

“I’ve had nightmares,” he begins quietly. “Since I came back to Gotham. You always left. You saw me for who I really am and then you left. But, last night… you died, and then today you flinched away from me like the first time. I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t,” you promise firmly. You pull back, keeping your hands on Jason’s cheek as you sit back to look at him. “I’m right here.”

“I was Robin. The second one, uh, after Dick. Bruce and I followed the Joker.” Jason pauses and takes a shaky breath.

“It’s okay,” you whisper as Jason quiets. “Take your time, Jay.”

“He killed me. Bruce let him kill me. And then, suddenly, I was back. But the Lazarus Pit, the thing that resurrected me, put this storm in my mind that never ended. All I wanted was revenge, but you were always in my mind. So, I came back and found you as soon as I could. Since then, every time I close my eyes, I dream about losing you… I can’t lose you, I won’t. That’s why when Dick told me to tell you, I said no. He said you loved me through worse, but- but I’m not the man you think I am.”

“Dick was right,” you interject. “I loved you through everything, Jay. Including your death. When I lost you, I lost a piece of myself. But you came back. You came back to me, Jay.”

“I shouldn’t have. That pit ruined me.”

“It didn’t.” Jason shakes his head, and you brush your thumbs over his cheeks as you repeat, “It didn’t. You’re still Jason. And I still love you.”

“I’m putting you in danger just by being near you.”

“And I’m not letting you leave. Not again.”

“What if I can never be the Jason I was before?”

“People change, no matter what. I love you, Jason, and you will always be my Jason Todd.”

“I can protect you from Gotham, from the Joker, all of it. But you- you’ve been protecting me from the storm in my mind since I came back.”

“And I always will. Whether I’m looking at this pretty face or the red mask,” you promise. “I stopped talking about it because I thought you were doubting me, you would have told me if you wanted me to know, but I found out on my own. Whatever I thought was wrong, I know that. All that matters right now is that I love you, Jason.”

“I love you more,” he replies.

You smile and lean forward to meet Jason halfway. Kissing him is safe and makes you feel loved. Now that you know everything (including Batman’s secret identity), you will never doubt why Jason kept secrets from you when he returned. You love Jason Todd, the man under the mask, and every part of him.

#hanna writes✯#jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd #jason todd x y/n #dc comics x reader #dc comics #fem!reader

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a-soft-hornytiny · 2 years ago

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It's raining.

Summary: San wants Wooyoung’s attention and you make sure that he gets it, and then you decide to watch.

Word count: 2.2k+

Genre: Smut

Pairing: OT8 x neutral!reader, Wooyoung x San (poly relationship)

Warnings: sub!san, dom!woo, shower sex, unprotected sex, use of kitten and master, slight degradation and humiliation, M x M, male penetration, anal sex, masturbation, voyeurism, cum, cumming untouched (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: uhmmm yeah ive noticed that I don’t have any WooSan comtent on here so I decided to change that. Have fun reading haha

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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“Y/n!” You heard your name called right as you finished cleaning the kitchen. It was San’s voice, and it was his pouty one. You smiled softly as an image of pouty San appeared in your head. And unsurprisingly, when you found him in the living room, he looked just like you had imagined.

His arms were crossed and his legs were spread apart while he barely sat on the couch anymore. He had slid so deep that his chin was laying on his chest, which perfectly underlined his pouty lips. He was adorable.

“What’s wrong little one?” You asked as you sat down next to him. Before answering, he turned towards you and pulled himself back up.

“Y/n…” He whined. “Wooyoung hasn’t given me any attention today.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. He was getting so worked up just because he didn’t receive enough love, for his standards, from a single person. But Wooyoung and San’s relationship has always been special and you knew that.

“Baby.. if he doesn’t give you enough attention, you need to tell him! He can’t read your mind.” You tried to comfort him a bit by gently patting his head. Without any hesitation San pressed his head into your hand and let out a satisfied sigh. Like a kitten.

“Okay Sannie, get up. We’re gonna find Wooyoung and tell him to give you attention alright?” You said while standing up, not really accepting no as an answer. San nodded slowly and sloppily removed himself from the couch. You chuckled again.

You held out your hand, which he immediately took, and walked him to Wooyoung’s room. But to his disappointment, Wooyoung wasn’t there. Only Yeosang looked up from his laptop, confused.

“Can I help you?” He asked, a loving smile on his face. The picture of you and San holding hands made his heart grow warm.

“Where is Wooyoung?” You responded, sending him a small kiss. Yeosang received it with a dramatic gesture, holding his chest as if he was shot before he answered.

“Oh Wooyoungie is in the bathroom, I think he wanted to take a shower.” You quickly thanked him before leading San to the bathroom. You had an amazing idea. Right before the bathroom door, you stopped.

“Knock on the door honey.” You told San and his cheeks immediately turned red.

“But- but what if he’s naked?” San asked, his mind obviously going places. You laughed a bit. As if San had ever cared about nakedness. “You’ll have to find out.” You giggled and knocked for him.

“Come in, the door is open!” Wooyoung’s voice sounded out of the room in response. You opened the door and gently pushed San forward.

You entered a steamy room. Wooyoung always liked his showers hot. And before you could say anything, Wooyoung had pushed open one of the shower doors and popped his head out. As he realized it was you and San, he was confused.

“What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asked, sounding a bit worried. San just blushed and watched his feet. You gave him a little nudge. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to tell him, Sannie?”

Curiosity lit up in Wooyoung’s eyes and San was stepping from one foot to the other.

“Uhm I- I want-“ San stuttered “I need your attention.” He was nearly whispering as he finished his sentence, but Wooyoung heard him loud and clear. His eyes darkened immediately and he shot you a small glance to make sure you were okay with what was about to happen. Oh and you definitely were. You nodded.

“You need my attention Sannie? Then get rid of those clothes and get it.” Wooyoung smirked as San flinched at his tone but instantly started undressing. You smiled. This is gonna be a nice show you thought while closing the toilet lit and settling down on it. Your premium seat gave you a clear view of the shower and even through the foggy glass you could perfectly see the outlines of Wooyoung’s naked body.

You had purposely left the door open to make sure everyone knew what was going on.

You watched San as he got rid of his last piece of clothing and stepped towards the shower. As cute as he liked to act there was no denial of how hot he was and he knew that very well. There was nothing that Yunho loved more than wrapping his big hands around San’s small waist while.. you know during what. Every member had their favourite part about San and if you had to choose it would be his broad shoulders.

His muscles were moving under his skin while he opened the shower door to get in. You were mesmerised by his movements. San was about to close the door behind him but Wooyoung interrupted him.

“Leave it open. I’m sure Y/n wants to watch.”

Wooyoung had moved to the back part of the shower, leaving enough room so San could get himself wet. Having a big shower definitely had its advantages.

But right when it looked like just a normal shower, Wooyoung took the body wash and squeezed a good amount into his hands before starting to gently massage San’s back. You watched as San flinched under the sudden touch but soon relaxed into Wooyoung’s hands.

A familiar tingle appeared in your belly as you followed Wooyoung’s hands with your eyes. He had started at San’s back before moving on to his shoulders and arms making sure every centimeter of his skin was covered in a thin layer of gel. Then he let his hands glide down San’s sides and stepped a bit closer to caress his chest and stomach. Their body’s were close, so close it looked like Wooyoung was pressed against San’s back while his hands were slowly wandering lower and lower.

You smirked as you heard a well known little moan.

Wooyoung had reached San’s crotch and began to stroke his dick gently. San had been hard from the moment he stepped into that shower. They had shut off the water before using body wash so you could clearly hear every little sound.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” Wooyoung asked, chuckling as San just nodded furiously. He loved that nickname. But that’s what he was to all of you, a little kitten.

San’s pathetic little moans from being jerked off echoed through the bathroom. Fuck this is too hot you thought as you felt arousment building up in your stomach. And you weren’t talking about the temperature in the room, which was also quite high.

Wooyoung was completely pressed against San by now, obviously rock hard as well. San could feel his boyfriend’s length press against his back and it made him go crazy. Wooyoung’s touch made him shiver, again and again, as he felt pre-cum dripping out of his own dick.

“Do you want me to fuck you kitten? Is this the attention you need? If that’s the case, just say so~” Wooyoung teased San, letting one of his hands move to San’s butt while the other still gently jerked him off.

You were in awe. You loved watching your boyfriend’s fuck each other. They were so ethereal and yet so pathetic, doing everything for the pleasure that they were getting. San send you an unsure gaze.

“Can he?” San was breathing heavily. You smiled. He was such a good boy. Even asking for permission in this situation. You nodded.

“If that’s what you want, then feel free.” You answered calmly, even though you were burning inside. You wanted someone to stuff you with a dick or have someone sit in front of you eagerly waiting to satisfy you. Anything was fine. And you could’ve just asked one of them to come and help you out. But you decided to wait. Something about watching them without getting off yourself made you incredibly horny.

Wooyoung didn’t hesitate a single second after he got your permission to fuck San. He had taken some of the lube that was standing in the shower for obvious reasons and started to carefully prep San.

And San was shaking under his touch. He let out a deep groan as Wooyoung pushed a second finger into his entrance, slowly stretching him.

“Enough…” San moaned. “Fuck me already.”

Wooyoung smirked. “Oh eager, are we?” But he didn’t need to ask twice. Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, making San complain about the emptiness, and turned on the water slightly to wash off the remaining body wash. After washing his hands under the light stream he lubricated his dick and positioned it at San’s entrance.

San immediately reacted by bending over slightly and holding on to anything he could find. You couldn’t help but let out a big breath at the overwhelmingly exciting position they were in.

Wooyoung then let one of his hands wander around San’s waist to his front, gently grabbing his dick, and the other sank into San’s hair before he slowly pushed his hip forward. As his dick disappeared in San’s clenching hole, he let out a relieved sigh. Not only San had been waiting for this all day.

You sharply inhaled as your hand moved towards your crotch, eager to touch yourself, knowing that it would make them go even crazy. But you stopped yourself.

Seeing you glance at them with burning passion in your eyes, barely able to control yourself, made San even hornier. His dick was already dripping when Wooyoung finally started to move.

“You’re such a dirty little kitten for me Sannie. All worked up just for my dick.” Wooyoung growled while picking up the pace. San was clenching around him, making it hard not to cum right then and there. Wooyoung was glad they had a non-slip mat in their shower because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to pound his pulsing cock into San’s little hole this steady.

“I am..” San answered, his eyes rolled back, nearly drooling. “I am just a little attention whore.” He moaned loudly. He was deep deep in subspace. You had to suppress a chuckle. You knew he would regret this later. He always felt like nobody would take him seriously after stuff like that, but in the end he couldn’t help it. And he would get back at the others when he was in dom mode anyway.

Wooyoung’s moans got louder as he felt himself getting closer to his high. He started jerking San off in the same rhythm as he was thrusting into him to make sure he wouldn’t be the first one to cum.

And it worked. San was a panting mess. The double stimulation had overtaken all of his senses and all he managed to do was whine and moan Wooyoung’s name.

“Please make me cum.. please master..” As soon as that little word slipped out of San’s mouth it was over for him. Wooyoung groaned deeply as he got faster and faster. At that point he was just mindlessly fucking San, chasing after his own orgasm.

“Can I.. ca-“ San interrupted himself as he turned his head to you. Something inside of you changed as you memorized every single feature of his fucked out face.

“Can I c-cum?” He then managed to say, begging you with his eyes to say yes. You immediately felt pressured building up in your stomach and electricity running through your veins. Fuck why is he so good.

"Yes, of course. Both of you can.” You responded, holding down the lewd sounds that wanted to come out of your mouth.

After getting your consent, San’s eyes rolled back and his back arched as white liquid shot out of his tip. His whole body was twitching as he painted the shower wall white. The pleasure that was washing over him was immense and he immediately started clenching around the throbbing dick in his ass.

Wooyoung began letting out high pitched moans, replacing his relatively calm self from before. He let go of San’s dick and hair and held him by his waist, making it easier to reach the places he wanted to reach. San was shaking under him because of the overstimulation but Wooyoung didn’t care. He needed to cum.

Your body was moving on its own, grinding on your seat, trying to get every bit of pleasure possibly. And then something happened to you. Your body started shaking, tensing up while this familiar feeling was washing over you. You held onto the counter on your right as your high finally wore off. You had cum, untouched.

Wooyoung glanced over to you for one second and it was over for him. The way you were sitting on the toilet, legs pressed together, completely fucked without even having been touched sent an impulse through his body. He pushed himself into San one last time before filling him up to the brim. His cum was leaking out of San’s hole before he gently pulled out.

San immediately collapsed under him. “Are you happy now?” Wooyoung asked, still panting. San nodded weakly. After collecting yourself from what just happened you immediately got up to help them get cleaned up.

After making sure they were all clean, you lovingly pet their heads. “You put on an amazing show for me, such good boys.” You smiled, giving them each a kiss on the forehead.

Just as you were wrapping them up in big towels, Yeosang walked into the bathroom.

“Need any help?” He giggled as he recognised the state Wooyoung and San were in. “I’ll make sure they get enough rest.”

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mediumgayitalian · 10 months ago

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“Am I hurting you?”

“No.”

Will hums, flicking his focus away from his work for a moment, eyes narrowed.

“If you’re sure. Tell me if you need a break.”

Nico says nothing. When the prick of the suture needle drags through his inflamed, torn skin, pain pushing through the numbing cream, he grits his teeth and stays still. Will notices anyway.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, brushing a gentle finger along his cheek. “Three stitches left, and then we’re done, promise.” He frowns. “It’s gonna scar, though.”

Nico huffs bitterly, careful not to move his face too much, careful to keep his eyes blank and trained forward.

“Whatever. Can’t make me look worse than I already do.”

He bites his tongue, furious with himself. He doesn’t care about a stupid scar. He has more of them than he can count. He doesn’t even count them anymore, doesn’t even bother. Werewolf scratches? Whatever. Monster in the woods leaves a gash on his leg? A little bit of nectar and a bandage, he’s out of the infirmary in an hour, the bandage staying on for even less time. Spattering burns from the lava wall? Not even worth a hummed note from a busy Kayla. He’s a patchwork, and he doesn’t have the time nor freedom to give a shit. This is his life, this is all demigods’ lives.

…He’s never scarred his face before, though.

The hellhound had caught him off guard. He’d been — distracted, stupidly, walking through the wood with his head in the clouds. It had snuck up on him, scratched him from temple to cheek before he could blink. He’s damn lucky he didn’t lose his eye.

The snip of the medical scissors startles him, eyes flicking to Will’s face on reflex. There’s a wrinkle in the space between his eyebrows, tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth. Nico can smell the pungent salve, eucalyptus and lavender and something else he doesn’t recognise. It tickles pleasantly as Will spreads it gently over his red, torn, inflamed skin. He presses a cotton pad to Nico’s eye in silence, guiding his hand to hold it while he wraps it around Nico’s head.

The medic makes a little humming noise as he pulls away, tilting Nico’s head left to right as he inspects his work. Clearly satisfied, he nods, then busies himself with removing his gloves and organizing his suture set. Nico slides off the bed and walks over to the little square mirror on the infirmary wall, next to the nurse’s station. He looks quickly around, checking that the infirmary is empty — except for Will, it is — and then squares himself in front of it, examining himself critically.

It could be worse.

The first thing he notices is how stark the sterile bandage is against his skin. He’s tanned in his time at Camp Half-Blood, obviously, endless sun and walks around camp deepening his skin back to its original shade. His hair has grown out, wavy and fine and framing his face. Freckles dot his nose. His eyes — his eye — is dark, dark, dark brown, iris barely distinguishable from pupil. His cheeks are no longer sunken (were his cheekbones always this high?) and his ears stick out a little.

He looks, to his bewilderment, like Bianca. Without the bandage on his face, and if he grew his hair out a little more, they could be — twins.

“It’s never a good thing to worry what others think,” Will muses, voice floating in the empty air. Nico startles, whirling around to face him. He slides the last sterilized instrument — tiny surgical scissors — into its case, then turns to face Nico, smile soft and eyes like clear sky. “But for what it’s worth, I’ve been crushing on you forever, and I don’t think you’re any less gorgeous. With or without the scar.”

For the split second after Will speaks, Nico’s ears ring like T.V. static. Crush. Forever. Gorgeous.

The rage bubbles up in him so quickly it burns, red-hot, sharp and painful. He recognises half of it as hurt. Another chunk as — confusion, bewilderment, childish fear.

The look on Will’s face strikes him silent before he can open his mouth to seethe.

Nico knows how to read people. He has to. He’d learnt it quickly and he’d learnt it young, because he’d be dead if he didn’t. He knows the averted eyes of insincerity, the bitten-red lips of a liar, the twisting fingers linked with a con-man’s smile.

Will carries none of them.

Apollo’s golden child, he squirms when he lies. Diverts attention when Austin asks him the last time he slept, smiles a guilty smile and changes the subject when the last pack of Twizzlers goes mysteriously missing from the Hermes’ cabin secret stash. His dishonesty is easy to read.

His smile is wide, if a little lopsided, and his too-wide eyes don’t leave Nico’s face. His hands, for once, are still.

Nico swallows.

“Stitches will be out in a week,” Will says, seemingly oblivious to Nico’s gawking. “Bandages changed twice a day. And, Nico, for Olympus’ sake —” his stare turns stern — “do not be a stranger. I’d appreciate your company. Obviously.”

He leaves Nico staring as he damn near sashays out of the Big House, humming to himself.

What in Hades.

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part two

#wanted to finish this in one go but didn’t manage. oh well #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #will/nico #nico/will #solangelo #pining will solace #idk what else to tag truly #fic #my writing #longpost

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heaven-s-black-box · 10 months ago

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Homecoming- Dan Heng x boyfriend!Reader

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Recovery date: January 18th, 2024

Description: henlo! can i ask a clingy and needy dan heng with his boyfriend who has been gone for a week? and pls make it smut, i want to wreck this dragon boy so bad 😩😩😩

Includes- slight plot, bottom Dan Heng, Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng, blow job, anal

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contribution. This was not Beta read, but honestly i feel like it's one of my better smuts.

Word count: 2 138

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“Can I get up?”

Dan Heng looked up from the tablet in his hands and back at his boyfriend. He’s currently curled up in Y/n’s lap, head leaned back against his shoulder, sorting through some of the archives. Y/n’s arms are wrapped snuggly around Dan Heng’s waist, and his head is leaned against his– careful to avoid the horns sprouting from the top of his head.

“But we’re organizing the archives.”

Y/n sighed. He pulled Dan Heng closer to his chest and dropped his face into the crook of the Vidyadhara’s neck.

Dan Heng shifted around, straightening up and rolling his neck. A strange yelp-like sound came from behind him, and he turned around with a raised brow.

“Organizing the archives was not what I was expecting when I said we could do whatever you want.”

A faint pink tinted the tips of Dan Heng’s ears.

“And what were you expecting?”

“Literally anything but this,” Y/n huffed in exasperation, removing his arms from around Dan Heng and leaning back.

Dan Heng laughed. He wasn’t quite expecting that answer.

“Honestly I was expecting you to jump my bones as soon as I stepped in here.”

Dan Heng stopped laughing suddenly, causing him to choke on his own spit and descend into a small coughing fit. Y/n’s eyes widened as he was caught off guard, and he sat back up to pat his boyfriend’s back soothingly. The red that had previously adorned the tips Vidyadhara’s ears had returned much more vividly and spread to his face.

Y/n chuckled and leaned into Dan Heng’s ear, the hand on his back found the window of exposed skin and began to trail up and down. Dan Heng shuddered as Y/n’s breath brushed the shell of his ear and his hand trailed his spine.

“Must’ve been hard for you this last week.”

With his brain turned to mush, all Dan Heng could do was nod slowly.

“Is that why you’ve been squirming against me? Waiting for me to break, thinking of all the things I’ll do to apologize?”

“Yes,” Dang Heng managed to whisper breathlessly.

The hand that wasn’t on his back lifted his chin so that he was looking Y/n in the eyes finally. Now that Y/n thinks about it, Dan Heng had been avoiding direct eye contact since he got back a few hours ago. A smug smirk tugged at Y/n’s lips before he quickly moved in to capture Dan Heng’s lips in a kiss.

As soon as their lips met Dan Heng’s lips parted in a muffled moan and his hands gripped at Y/n’s shirt. His nails scratched gently at the exposed skin of Y/n’s collar, making the man moan. Y/n deftly undid the tie of Dan Heng’s top, the knot was loose already like it hadn't been tied properly. The thought made Y/n laugh against Dan Heng’s lips, much to his annoyance. In retaliation, the vidyadhara bit his lip.

“Gentle,” Y/n cooed as he pulled away.

They were both panting, but Dan Heng still leaned back in without waiting. He missed Y/n though as the man ducked down, gently nudging his chin up with the top of his head, and began trailing kisses down from his jaw to his collar. Dan Heng’s head fell back on instinct.

Y/n took the slight shift in his center of gravity to lower him onto his back.

Dan Heng’s hands slid around to Y/n’s back, pulling at the shirt so it rose up and brought the hem closer to him. Before he could get his hands on it, however, Y/n sat up. He turned towards Dan Heng and moved his legs so that he was sitting in between them before grabbing the hem of his shirt that had slid back down and pulled it off. Then he reached out and opened up Dan Heng’s shirt so that it lay spread out under him.

One of the tails of his top was scrunched up half under him while the other was pinned completely underneath him, and his hair was splayed out beneath that. Y/n leaned back to admire the heavy flush of Dan Heng’s face and the complete mess of his clothes. While on his haunches, Y/n completely stripped Dan heng’s lower half so that his dick was free.

“Have I mentioned how sorry I am for leaving you?” Y/n asked teasingly as he lay down between Dan Heng’s legs.

The vidyahdara’s breath hitched as he mumbled, “Maybe once or twice.”

“Well,” Y/n licked a strip up from the base of Dan Heng’s dick to the tip, earning a moan as he gripped at the sheets of his bed, “that’s not nearly enough, now is it?”

Y/n didn’t wait for an answer, the question was rhetoric anyways, before he slowly took Dan Heng’s dick in his mouth. A loud moan echoed through the archive and Dan Heng’s claws broke through the sheets while one of his legs wrapped around Y/n’s body. Y/n gripped at his boyfriend's hips as they bucked up, making him gag and pull back with a glare.

“Hey,” Y/n scolded, landing a gentle smack to Dan Heng’s hip which made him buck up again, “I’m trying to apologize here and you’re trying to kill me.”

“Sorry, please, continue.”

With a smile, Y/n leaned down again and quickly sunk down to the base. Dan Heng moaned, toes curling from pleasure, but when he went to buck up this time Y/n pinned his hips down with his arm. He looked up at Dan Heng through his lashes, catching his eye, and then ran his tongue along the shaft before starting to slowly move up and down– allowing his tongue to trail the underside as he went.

The slow movement was torture for Dan Heng who was quickly shredding his bed as he struggled to squirm against the weight over his waist. Everytime he went to buck against Y/n unconsciously, the man would press down further on him which only made it worse. His gasp and moans filled the room, accompanied by the occasional broken plea for more.

More what? He wasn’t sure, his mind was too hazy to actually form a coherent thought, but more sounded like what he wanted.

And more, he got when Y/n pulled off him– making him whine– and grabbing the lube from the back of the shelf that had become something of a bedside table. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, until they were practically dripping, which only worked Dan Heng up more, and then took Dan Heng back in his mouth. This time his non-dominant arm held down his boyfriends waist as he slowly ran his fingers around Dan Heng’s butt hole before pushing one in.

With his non-dominant arm, Y/n didn’t have the strength to hold Dan Heng down completely but he didn’t mind. He was expecting it this time, and so he didn’t pull back when he gagged. Dan Heng’s grip moved from the shredded sheets to the arm Y/n had laid across him, the pads of his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he used the last bit of clear thought he had to avoid clawing the man. The leg up on Y/n’s back twitched.

A sudden gasp came from Dan Heng, followed by what sounded like words but they were too slurred and breathless to be sure. His hips twitched, bucking up and squirming away. Trying to grind down on his fingers and escape the oral stimulation while every shock of pleasure had him chasing more. Y/n slowly added a second finger, stretching Dan Heng out as he slowly spread them. That was what broke him.

Dan Heng’s claws dug into Y/n’s arm, ten even puncture marks drawing blood and creating scratches as his back arched off the floor and he came with a long moan. It trailed off into whimpers as Y/n swallowed his release and pulled back again with a pop, chin covered in drool and stray dribbles of cum that he tried to lick up, and his finger kept stretching him out.

With no risk of choking, Y/n let Dan Heng squirm around as much as he wanted. He whipped his chin off with his previously discarded shirt and leaned over Dan Heng to pepper his face with kisses.

“Please,” Dan Heng gasped, eyes going glassy with tears.

“Please, what?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

“Whatever you want, handsome.”

A quick peck to his lips and Y/n sat back to take his pants and underwear off. Dan Heng’s eyes seemed to glaze over even more at the sight of Y/n’s dick, and his previously softening dick was quick to demonstrate his excitement.

The lube was opened once more, but before Y/n could pour any out Dan Heng had sat up and taken it from him. The vidyadhara poured some into his hand before wrapping it around his boyfriend’s dick and watching the man shudder. Watching Dan Heng come apart early had been a test of strength, but this was like telling him… well telling him not to cum. He grabbed Dan Heng’s wrist just as the man started picking up speed.

“Lie back down.”

Hesitantly, Dan Heng did as he was told and Y/n lifted one of his legs up onto his shoulder as he lined himself up. He leaned down to kiss Dan Heng as he slowly entered him, muffling the drawn out moans. Dan Heng, meanwhile, grasped helplessly at the back of Y/n’s neck as the lingering sensitivity from his first orgasm drove him crazy. His dick was pressed between the two of them, rubbing against their abdomens every time Dan Heng twitched or Y/n sunk in further.

“Gonna move,” Y/n whispered against his lips before slowly pulling out and pushing back in.

Dan Heng clenched around him, forcing him to stop every so often so that he didn’t hurt him. After a few slow thrusts, Dan Heng relaxed enough that Y/n could move at a consistent pace. The room filled with the wet sound of skin against skin, panting, and Dan Heng’s moans and whimpers.

Y/n laughed breathlessly as the vidyadhara began to mumble about how it was too much, his claws raking against Y/n’s back as he struggled to ground himself.

Underneath the hand he had on Dan Heng’s thigh, Y/n could feel the muscles tighten as the man grew closer to another release. He shifted a bit to adjust his grip, and when he thrust back in Dan Heng’s entire body twitched as he let out a particularly loud moan. So he hit the same spot again, and again, and again until tears began to drip from Dan Heng’s eyes.

His incoherent babbling left Y/n guessing at what he wanted, so he pulled back so that he wasn’t hanging over Dan Heng anymore and wrapped a hand around his dick. He brushed his thumb over the tip, more focused on keeping the rhythm of his thrusts than jacking his boyfriend off, and then gave two leisurely pumps before Dan Heng came all over his hand and their abdomens.

“Cu-Cumming,” he moaned out just a second too late as he shuddered and tensed.

Y/n laughed, lowering his leg from his shoulder and gripping his hips before chasing his own release. Having shifted he was now right next to the spot that had his boyfriend screaming, leaving Dan Heng to squirm at the overstimulation that bordered on too much.

“Think you have one more?” Y/n teased as Dan Heng’s dick seemed to harden again.

“I- No, I don’t- know,” Dan Heng gasped, trying to catch his breath through the overstimulation.

“Well, I guess we’re about to find out,” Y/n hummed as he adjusted to hit the same spot as earlier.

Dan Heng’s legs wrapped around his waist as choked moans and teary whimpers escaped his lips. It was all too much, and he barely registered Y/n’s warning that he was about to cum. The sudden warm feeling of being filled had him cumming again as Y/n’s thrusts slowed.

When his head finally cleared, Y/n had pulled out and was resting their foreheads together as he caught his breath.

“Fuck,” Y/n sighed. “Would you please get a proper room, we could really use an on suite bathroom like March.”

Dan Heng laughed, hand running soothingly against all the scratch marks he’d left along his boyfriend’s back.

“Or I could just move into yours.”

Y/n’s eyes opened, looking into Dan Heng’s, and he smiled.

“That works too.

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gothamite-rambler · 17 days ago

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Jason being terrible at flirting

Villainess (Mayra): Mike, his team took our schematics—God damn!

Mayra removed her eyeglasses and stared directly at Red Hood.

Mayra: OOOOH, you are—Dang it, I can't see without these—

She put her glasses back on and looked the confused man up and down. A smirk spread across her face as she removed her scrunchie.

Mayra: I give up, and I’m single!

Mike, her estranged villain husband, gasped as the surprise divorce hit him.

Mike: I thought you wanted to work things out!

Mayra: I lied to get the blueprints for the bomb, but seeing that piece of hotness in front of me makes me want to give up. I throw myself at the mercy of—

Mayra sashayed over to Red Hood, tossing her hand dramatically behind his neck and pretending to faint.

Mayra: This stud, because respectfully, you look like you could shatter my spine after we have sweaty, hot sex for hours. I’m free later tonight.

Red Hood whimpered, unsure of how to respond, while Batman stifled his laughter behind a hand.

Red Hood: Batman, help.

Batman (crossing his arms, amused): We’re not leaving until you give her an answer.

Red Hood (thankful for his helmet): Of course you’re enjoying my embarrassment. J- Just arrest this woman's partner.

Batman: On it.

Batman calmly approached the somber villainous scientist while Mayra pressed herself against Red Hood’s body.

Red Hood: Ma'am, you should really work things out with your husband. I don’t want this.

Mayra: Come on! With good behavior, I’ll be out in a few months, and then we can do this—

She leaned in and whispered next to Hood's helmet, right by his left ear. Her words sent a jolt through the usually calm and collected man, stirring feelings he thought he had buried long ago. He was with Rose, but even if he weren't, and even if this woman wasn't a villain, he wasn’t interested in that kind of freaky proposition.

Red Hood (pushing her away): Okay, nobody should suggest that!

Mike: She wants to do that with you? Mayra.

Mike fell to the ground as Batman attempted to cuff him, while Batman nodded, struggling to suppress his laughter.

Mayra: You have the body of a Greek God, and I want all of that—

Red Hood (quoting Star Trek): My vow of celibacy will stay intact! Batman, hurry up!

Batman: I’m on my way. Just trying to drag her heartbroken husband here.

Mike: I did everything for her, man! I gave her my heart—and my eyeball last year!

Batman (dragging Mike): Been there, Mike.

Red Hood shoved Mayra away and tried to walk off, but she clung to his leg, making him grumble and blush like a tomato.

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Later in the Batmobile, as they drove home, Bruce hummed along to the music playing on the radio while Jason sat in silence.

Bruce (finally speaking): I really enjoyed going on a mission with you.

Jason (resting his head against the window): Don't talk to me.

Bruce (teasing): I’m surprised you didn’t get that young woman’s number. She seemed to really like you—left her husband for you.

Jason groaned, his brow furrowing in irritation.

Jason: You’re enjoying this a little too much. I'll get you back for this.

Bruce (chuckling): Sure you will, kid… You can whip up explosives without breaking a sweat, yet you turn into a total mess when a woman flirts with you. That line about your vow of celibacy? Classic!

Bruce’s laughter filled the car as Jason covered his face in embarrassment.

Jason: Sometimes I hate being attractive.

Bruce (agreeing): It’s a tough life to live. At least you don’t have a child with a crazy woman.

Bruce laughed at his own joke, and for once, Jason joined in, shaking his head with a smile. The tension from earlier began to dissipate, leaving behind warmth and camaraderie in the air.

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tiny-wooden-robot-fics · 6 months ago

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Onset - Chapter One

Rating: Explicit Media: Jujutsu Kaisen/JJK Pairing: Geto Suguru x Original Female Character Characters: Geto Suguru, Valerie (OC) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Not Canon Compliant, Pre-Established Friendship, Geto and OC are roommates, Self-Insert, Smut, Penis in Vagina Sex, Creampie, Brief mention of an inability to get pregnant, Unprotected Sex, Cunnilingus, if I tagged everything we'd be here all day, This is part of a series

Part 3 of Sundane

Previous Part: Egg Fried Rice

Summary:

“What the fuck, Suguru?” She knows her skin doesn’t flush red, but she raises her hands to cover her face anyway.

“What?” He sits up, pulling his fingers out of her and nonchalantly bringing them to his mouth to suck her slick off of them. “We’ve been roommates for three years. You gonna pretend you’ve never heard me jerking off?” He raises an eyebrow at her when she peeks at him from between her fingers.

She silently and somewhat begrudgingly admits that he’s right.

“So where are they?”

“Why do you want to know?”

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“Why my bedroom?”

She means for it to sound like a complaint, but her tone is not quite right. She’s more aroused than annoyed - embarrassingly so, she might admit if forced to - her words pointed in the direction of the ceiling because tilting her head that way is the best way to keep Suguru doing what he’s doing.

At the moment, he has his face buried in her neck, treating his lips and teeth and tongue to the taste of her skin and working on leaving what is sure to be an impressive family of hickeys come morning.

“Because,” he mumbles in between kisses, “your bed is more comfortable than mine.”

She knows he’s right; on more than one occasion she’s found him napping in her room. “I told you to get the pillow top mattress,” she laughs. “Now I bet you wish you had listened to me.”

He raises his head to look at her. “My mattress is the last thing on my mind right now.”

It’s a fair point. And while she may have set out to complain about where they’re doing what they’re doing, any further grousing she’s planned to do gets sidelined by the reality of what they’re doing. Hating the fact that she’s being so pragmatic about things, she tugs lightly on a handful of his hair to get his attention. “Suguru.”

“Hm.” He’s slid down her body to take a vested interest in tonguing her nipples through the thin fabric of her sports bra and is only half-listening.

“Suguru.” She says his name again, this time with slightly more urgency.

“What.” It’s not quite a whine, but it’s close enough, and she almost feels bad for interrupting when he’s clearly having as much fun as she is.

“Before we get too… distracted,” she huffs, trying to ignore the way he looks: hair disheveled, lips wet with spit, one hand on her hip and the other toying with the nipple he’s just taken his mouth off of as he looks up at her. “Do you have something? I… don’t. It’s been a while.”

Suguru makes a concerted effort to understand what she’s saying. When her meaning is clear, he shakes his head. “Don’t need it.” He lowers his mouth to her breast again, this time sliding her sports bra up and effectively removing the last barrier between her skin and his tongue.

“Wait,” she protests, even though she does nothing to stop him. She helps him along, in fact, by raising her arms above her head so he can slide the bra completely off of her body. “That’s---”

“Come on,” he interrupts her, right before making a little trail of kisses from the place under the swell of her breast to her navel. “Just once, I wanna go without. We’re both clean and I already know you can’t get pregnant, remember?” He grins up at her from where he’s come to rest between her thighs, his chin on her belly.

“You’re not wrong, but you didn’t have to say it that way,” she sighs. Despite her words, she widens her legs to let him settle himself more comfortably between them.

“Sorry,” he says, still grinning and sounding anything but apologetic as he relieves her of her shorts and the panties beneath them. “I’ll make it up to you.”

And he sets out to do just that.

She thinks it’s a little unfair how good Suguru is at what he’s doing, but it isn’t really a surprise. It’s as if he’s known all along what her favorite things are - the way he teases her entrance with the tip of his tongue, or the way he somehow just seems to know that wetting his finger and sliding it between the left side of her clit and her outer labia makes her produce some of the prettiest moans he’s ever heard. Suguru eats her out slowly and sloppily, letting his mouth do most of the work while he buries two fingers inside her so he can relish the feel of her tightening and pulsing around them.

She’s quiet, but he knows she likes it from the way she’s holding fistfuls of his hair, tugging his head this way and that to guide his mouth where she wants it. Suguru lets her, even though he knows those parts of his scalp are going to be sore when it’s all said and done.

Nor does he tell her that he’s only ever let one other person put their hands in his hair like this. He doesn’t know what she would make of that kind of admission anyway.

When she comes, he stills his fingers completely but doesn’t withdraw them. His mouth, however, keeps busy. He slows and softens his pace just enough to keep her in that place between post-orgasmic pleasantness and overstimulation, mouthing at all the spots he now knows she likes. She’s still twitching and fluttering around his fingers when he speaks. “Hey… where are your toys?”

“Toys?” She parrots the word, confused and still coming down from her high. “What toys?”

“You know what toys.” He grins up at her. “The ones I heard you using a few nights ago.”

“What the fuck, Suguru?” She knows her skin doesn’t flush red, but she raises her hands to cover her face anyway.

She silently and somewhat begrudgingly admits that he’s right.

“So where are they?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“Why the fuck do you think I want to know?” He laughs. “I’d like to see what you’re used to.”

She uncovers her face and looks dubiously at him. She says nothing, instead simply motioning towards the drawer in her nightstand and watching him rummage through her colorful collection of toys.

“You can take this?” The ‘this’ in question is a dildo in his hand, the largest one she owns.

She nods.

Amused, he raises his eyebrows. “You like it?”

“Yes,” she snaps, embarrassment getting the better of her and making the word sound much more defensive than she intends it to. “Is that a problem?”

“Nope,” Suguru replies smugly. “Just means I don’t have to wonder whether or not mine can fit.”

She wants so badly to put him in his place, but one look at the way his cock springs free when he comes out of his bottoms shuts her mouth.

“What’s the matter?” He nudges his body between her open legs, her bottle of lube in one hand and his cock in the other. “Are you scared of it?” His words are teasing, as is the smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth.

“Of that? You wish,” she retorts with a roll of her eyes. “I was just wondering if you treat all the women you sleep with this shitty.” Even as her mouth forms the insult, she’s grateful for the way he liberally coats himself in lube.

“You think this is shitty?” He laughs, holding his cock between his thumb and forefinger and repeatedly slapping it against her still-sensitive clit. She bites back - just barely - the little noise of pleasure that threatens to escape her as he does so. “I’m giving you the princess treatment, if you really wanna know the truth.”

Anything she’s intending to say gets lost, swallowed by the feel of Suguru’s lips on hers and the head of his cock pushing at her entrance.

“Fuck,” he mumbles into her mouth, when he’s fully seated inside her. As good as he’s been imagining she would feel around him, the reality is that she feels even better. Suguru leans back to look down at her, making the mistake of meeting her eyes.

“Oh,” she says quietly. He doesn’t know what she sees in his expression to make her react that way, but whatever it is can’t be bad - she’s looking up at him with soft, gentle eyes.

He just might lose himself if he’s not careful.

Time to laugh it off. “Better than your best toy, right?” He pushes that smug undertone into his voice again.

He’s expecting a sharp response, something snarky and perhaps mildly insulting. What he gets instead is more of those soft, gentle eyes. She cups his face in her hands and brings his mouth to hers, kissing him in a way that feels much too intimate and romantic for the way he’s about to fuck her.

Suguru can’t figure out if it’s good or bad, and the uncertainty of it makes him want to crawl out of his skin.

He pulls his hips back, slamming them into her again hard enough to make him worry for a split second that he’s actually hurt her. The way she clenches around him and the little sound she makes is enough to put that fear to rest, and he takes her wrapping her arms around him as permission to keep going.

So he does.

He pounds into her hard, registering that he’s probably going too hard but not really able to stop himself. Tit for tat, he thinks, hissing as he feels her nails raking down his shoulders in a way that he’s sure will break the skin. Her hips rock up to meet his on every thrust, his balls slapping against her ass.

“Quit clawing at me like a damn bobcat,” he grunts between thrusts, his hair falling around her like silk and tickling her shoulders as he lowers his head to her neck. The retort that’s halfway out of her mouth dies on her lips when his teeth make contact with her skin. He wants to bite her hard enough for it to hurt, but his mouth and his brain are misaligned in their interests and he ends up sucking desperately at the place where her neck meets her shoulder.

“S-Sugu--ruuu,” she wails in a stuttering breath, and he feels a little bit vindicated because of it. She’s been so damn quiet, and that isn’t what he wants. He wants her loud. He wants her saying his name over and over like she’s praying to a god. He wants her drooling and stupid with her eyes rolled back in her head and her brain gone dumb as he gets her drunk on and addicted to the feeling of his cock.

He wants to completely unmake her.

The thought stabs him in the side with an unexplained pang of guilt, but he ignores it. “Still think it’s shitty, Valerie?” He pants, his breath warming the side of her face. “Still thinking about my cheap mattress and all that other unnecessary shit?”

She stares back up at him, and there it is: that glazed-over, fucked-out look he’s been waiting for.

She wonders if he can see the thoughts in her head… if he knows just how good it feels, how her sweat-slicked body is surrounding him in all the ways she can be. Her arms encircling his broad shoulders, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, her pussy stretched and stuffed full of his cock. Suguru is bigger than her toy - she’s sure of it now - and she wonders absently if she will ever be satisfied with anything other than him for the rest of her life.

She isn’t sure what he’s reaching for when his hand leaves her side, and understanding of what’s in his hand when it returns doesn’t dawn on her until she feels the vibrations of it.

“Y-you,” is all she has time to get out before he works the little purple toy between their bodies to place it right up against her clit. He stills his hips, but it doesn’t blunt the vibrator’s effect on her. “That’s not fair,” she gasps, her voice pitched high and thin as her control slips.

“I’m just being a gentleman,” he laughs stiltedly. One look at him is all it takes for her to understand that his own control is slipping - he’s sweating too, tendrils of damp hair stuck to his face and his muscles taut with the effort to keep himself in check. “Yeah,” he says, as though she’s asked him a question. “So go ahead and come for me first… hm?”

Val hates that her body chooses that moment to do exactly that, her climax syncing with his words as though what he’s said is a command for her to obey. Suguru tosses the vibrator over the side of the bed, and she doesn’t have time to wonder whether or not its clattering fall to the floor has broken it before his lips are on hers, tongue bullying its way into her mouth much the same way his cock is bullying its way in and out of her spasming walls.

He doesn’t pull out of her when he comes, just pushes into her as deep as he can and buries his teeth in the tender flesh of her left breast. The bite is more pleasurable than painful. Still, she lets out a little yelp that prompts him to drag his lips across the spot, soothing it with his tongue.

The two of them stay as they are for a few minutes after, chests rising and falling in tandem as they try to catch their breath. She threads her fingers through his hair, apologizing to him without words for all the places she’s yanked at it and massaging his scalp to alleviate the soreness.

He slips out of her and she tries not to wince, but her thighs are achy from being pushed open so wide and for so long. “Okay… I guess I need to add more flexibility training to my weekly rotation,” she manages with a laugh. Suguru doesn’t respond. His gaze is trained between her legs, and he’s got two fingers pressed against her pussy, gently prodding at her. “Suguru… what are you doing?”

“Putting the cream back in the pie,” he murmurs. He watches his cum leak out of her, catching it with those same two fingers and pushing it back inside of her. There’s no pang of guilt in his side anymore, but the feeling that has replaced it is something he’s only ever felt a variation of, and not in a long time.

It feels… almost proprietary, seeing a part of him leaking out of her. It speaks to something long-forgotten inside of him, that urge to stuff it all back into her body and to keep that piece of him there with her.

Valerie is about to tell him how bad his joke was when she catches sight of the expression on his face. She gets the sense that while what Suguru has said was meant to sound like a joke, the meaning behind what he’s doing isn’t lighthearted at all. So she keeps quiet, letting him continue what he’s doing and feeling the warmth radiate off of his body as she plays in his hair.

“So,” Suguru finally says, raising his head and resting his cheek against her abdomen so he can look at her over the swell of her breast. “How was your rebound fuck?”

It makes her laugh, even though she feels the need to set him straight about it. “It wasn’t a rebound fuck,” she says, when she’s stopped chuckling. “Rebound fucks usually happen pretty quickly after a breakup, you know.”

“Damn, that’s disappointing,” he teases her, even as he curls his arms around her waist and leans into the gentle touch of her fingertips on his sore scalp. “I wanted to be able to put that on my resume. If I’m not your rebound fuck, then what was I?”

Val is quiet for a minute, still soothing his scalp in all the places she’d pulled too hard at his hair. “Not to stroke your ego or anything, but you were pretty fucking amazing,” she admits. “I take back what I said about it being shitty,” she adds with a smile. “So now I’ll ask you again: do you treat all the women you take to bed this way?”

She asks the question, not really wanting to know the answer but feeling like it’s important to ask anyway.

“Yeah,” he answers after a moment. “It doesn’t hurt to make them feel special, even if they’re not.”

She doesn’t know how to feel about that, so she tucks the ambiguity of her emotions away and stays quiet.

Chapter Two

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lunajay33 · 2 years ago

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Destiny Part.2🐺

Summary: Paul has just shifted to his new life as a wolf and feels empty without his imprint hoping he finds her soon, y/n just moved to forks to live with her dad and sister Bella and decides to go to the bone fire to make new friends

Part.1

The fire was slowly dying down and I was growing tired but I didn’t want to leave Paul

“Y/n come on we’re going home now” she said as she stood up, she always just ordered me around

“But I don’t want…” but she interrupted me

“No we’re going now let’s go” everyone went silent and I felt extremely embarrassed

I stood up and looked down at Paul

“I’ll see you later right?”

“Ya of course we are always at the beach so come by anytime, I’d love to see you again” he said making me smile, I felt like a little girl again with a huge crush

“Y/n I’ll leave without you” she yelled as she was getting in her truck

“Thank you everyone for having us!” I said respectfully as I hurried to the truck

Paul POV~

She was so beautiful and so kind, she is perfect to me, even when we were younger and I’d see her play with the others I always thought she was cute

“Dude did you imprint on her?” Embry asked

“I think I did” I’ve never felt this calm before

“Congrats Paul, she’s a good one, but I know she’s shy so don’t scare her, be patient with her” billy said

“I will, I promise”

Y/n POV~

I got out of the truck and walked up the stairs to the house

“What was all that about back there?” Bella asked seeming mad

“What do you mean?” I opened the door stepping into the warm feeling of home, the smell of dads mediocre cooking

“With Paul you were both all over each other” she followed me into the kitchen where dad was

“What’s the big deal we were just talking”

“Woah what’s going on girls?”

“Why don’t you tell him y/n” bella exclaimed

“Bella I don’t know what’s your problem I was just talking to Paul what’s the big deal he’s nice to me” I said feeling like she was taking things out on me

“Bella, Paul’s a fine kid what’s the problem, she went to make more friends anyways” dad said stepping in for me, knowing how this stuff overwhelmed me

“I don’t want her near him”

“You can’t tell me what to do, I’m sick of you bossing me around, I can have my own life too I hate having to live around what you want” I yelled as I ran up to my room

First she embarrassed me infront of everyone at the bonfire and now she’s mad at me for talking to Paul, I’m sick of her it’s not my fault her boyfriend left, now we were left with her awful attitude

I fell asleep crying, waking up with red and puffy eyes, I walked to the bathroom and threw my hair up into a ponytail and washed my face

It was still pretty early so I quietly left the house and getting on my motorbike, dad couldn’t afford to get me a truck like Bella but I didn’t mind

I drove down to the La push beach just wanting to get away from the house, she wouldn’t let this go and I knew it so it’s best to stay away from her

I wasn’t paying attention and lost my balance, skidding across the ground

I screamed out in pain feeling my skin rip across the ground, I laid there trying to focus and calm down

I moved my arms and legs, I don’t think anything was broken but I was still in intense pain, I slowly and painfully got up, picking up my bike trying to kick start it, thankfully it still worked

I decided to drive to Emily’s house since she was like an aunt to me, she always made me feel better when I’d come and visit

I jumped off my bike, removing my helmet and slowly making my way up the stairs when I heard laughter coming from the field, I looked over to see all the boys running out of the woods shirtless, I spotted Paul and bursted into a blush but then he saw me and ran up to me

“Oh my god what happened to you” he said as he looked over all my cuts and burns

“I…I fell off my bike” I said looking down

“Come on I’ll fix you up” he said as he placed his hand on my lower back, leading me into the house

“Here sit down and I’ll be back with the first aid kit” he said as he hurried up the stairs

“Oh dear are you okay?” Emily asked as she saw me in her couch

“Dont worry I’m okay” she placed a glass of water infront of me

Paul came back and sat infront of me between my legs

“How’d you fall?” He asked as he cleaned my cuts

“It’s nothing”

“You can trust me, I’ll always be here for you” he said making me smile

“It’s bella she always tries to tell me what to do, she got mad at me last night so I just lost focus and fell when I was driving”

“What was she mad about? She seemed mad when you were leaving last night too”

“She gets like that, she likes to boss me around but she was mad because…..because I was with you, I don’t know why though you’re so nice”

“I’m sorry, I hate seeing you like this, I just want you happy, can I make you feel better in anyway?” He asked as he finished patching me up

“Just stay with me”

Part.3<-

#paul lahote x reader #paul lahote #twilight #jacob black #bella swan #la push #seth clearwater #leah clearwater #werewolf #romance #edward cullen

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nerdieforpedro · 5 months ago

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Los limones pueden ser dulces (Amarillo/Yellow)

Part Three of Coasting through the Rainbow

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Javier encounters Mila who provides some much needed light in his life.

Warnings: Angst, implied heavy drinking, implied sexual activity, actual sexual activity (not too graphic?), healthcare things (surgery and recovery), domestic Javi, cockwarming, pegging, fluff, direct discussions, toy use (small mention)

Word Count: 1207

Notes: We’re halfway though Javier’s journey. I was hoping to have this entire series up during Pride month, but it wasn’t happening. I will finish though!

Side note: Some of the horny I was feeling this week made it into this chapter.

Main Masterlist/ Javier Peña Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Four months without someone by his side or in his bed. Javier decided it was time to actually be by himself. Just remove a relationship off the table for now. Bi-weekly calls with Chucho, keeping busy at work and discovering that even though he doesn’t agree with some little old lady wandering around looking for murderers, Miss Marple is pretty entertaining. In addition to discovering a love/hate relationship with nosy pseudo private investigators, Peña took time to think.

What does he want from a partner?

What does he have to give a partner?

At what point does he ask where are things going?

These questions are heavy and inspire a few nights where the whiskey flows a bit more free.

It’s when the team has been able to corner and stop a large influx of fentanyl into the DMV area. Javier is invited out to drink and he accepts. He’s been keeping to himself after work hours so being around people a bit more may be a good idea. Everyone goes out to a bar to celebrate and it’s good for comradery. Peña is surprised that he’s approached by a woman called Mila.

She’s got violet hair with one yellow streak in the front. With her simple black dress, it covers her chest completely and her arms. The sleeves have a translucent material that shimmers as she taps his shoulder and he slips his arm around her. The hem of black dress is short, showcasing her defined legs that are accented from her black red bottom heels. The fuschia lipstick soon finds itself on Javier’s neck and later in the night, his tie.

Mila corrects Javier the second time their bodies connect. The first time, neither of them said much in the bar bathroom, but at Mila’s place ten minutes away, he is informed that she is in fact not a she. Mila uses they/them pronouns. Javier is confused as to why given what he’s seen so far. “What matters is that’s what I want to be called. Are you alright with it or not Javier?”

Peña has never been one to argue while his cock is being warmed so he nodded in agreement and gripped their hips tighter, thrusting upward, watching them use him for their release. He did notice, during both times that night that Mila kept their bra on and moved his hands away from their breasts. He’s curious, but doesn’t know them well enough to ask. The two of them alternate in cleaning up and lie in bed together.

“You look like you’re curious about something, Javi.” Mila’s mischievous grin has him chuckle, sure he’ll bite and ask his question. He turns on his side and sees that Mila has the sheet up to their shoulders.

“Why don’t you want me to touch your breasts? Does that have to do with the pronouns you use Mila?” Javier knows it’s some type of insecurity, that’s what it usually is. But even in the bar, they didn’t show their breasts either. Maybe it’s something deeper.

“I’m not really a fan of them. They don’t define me. I’m going to have them removed soon during my top surgery.” Mila’s answer was direct like they were. Javier’s only answer was a nod and a soft ‘okay.’ Leaving their apartment, he wondered how things could be so blurred and clear at the same time. He hasn’t had much experience with non-binary people, gay and straight make a lot of sense to Peña but he’s away the non-binary label can encompass so many things and facets of people. He wonders if maybe he should learn.

The next three months are filled with sex and conversations. Much different than he had with Angelo or James. Sometimes they would talk about Javier’s recent relationship troubles and other times it was Mila’s problem as they were trying to charm a female coworker and it was not going well. It seemed they were annoying them more than anything. Javier advised them to cool off a bit, the coworker may think they’re coming on too strong. Mila isn’t one to half ass anything it seems so Javier told her to prepare for a meeting with HR if that’s the case. On that point, they couldn't argue and agreed to just be cordial. There was laughter and Peña had missed having that with someone.

A week later after Javier has made dinner and Mila’s set the table, they mention that their surgery is in two weeks. He wonders if they’re really sure about doing this. Before eating, Mila looks across the table at Javier and smiles, “It’s been a hell of a time going through all these appointments to make it happen. I’m doing it. It’s about my identity and it’s not important to who I am. I’m tired of looking down and loathing them. Why should I have something on my body that I hate? That doesn’t make sense does it Javi?”

Thinking about it while he ate, he couldn’t think of a thing that he hated that much about his body that would require it to be removed. Mila later tells him he’s lucky that a thought like that has never reared its ugly head while she uses their yellow cock to widen his puckered hole. Peña discovered that he enjoys the purple one the most because it has the small grooves that his walls find themselves curling around. Mila’s favorite color is yellow and since she was able to get a lunch date with the coworker Javi said she could choose what they did after dinner.

Theirs is a relationship where they just enjoy each other’s company and support each other. Mila told Javier she didn’t want anything more than that and if he wasn’t alright with it, to tell them now. He agreed because despite having feelings he knew he wasn’t ready, this is all he could handle.

The tears on Mila’s face while she’s status post her surgery aren’t from the result or even from the physical pain. The woman who she’s been on a few dates with thought that she was insane for going through with her top surgery and broke up with her while she’s on her hospital bed and her bandages aren’t even off yet. Javier was at their side with a lemon yellow teddy bear he found at the gift shop. It made his friend laugh and they deserved that.

Javier found himself staying with Mila for the first month after their surgery, cooking for them, straightening up and going to and from appointments with them. Mila kept telling him he didn’t have to and he told them to just accept the help and don’t be stubborn. They both agreed that they would be immovable as jackasses, Mila held their chest from using their entire body in glee at the horrible joke. When Mila was a bit further along in her recovery, Javi brought over a bottle of red wine sent to him by James, it was on the dry side, but wasn’t bitter this time.

Javier Peña didn’t hate this new stage of his life. It isn’t quite what he wanted but he doesn’t know what he wants. This is enough for now.

Lights in Javi’s life 🔆: @perotovar @julesonrecord @djarinmuse @tinytinymenace @megamindsecretlair

@rulexofxnines @djarins-cyare @secretelephanttattoo @soft-persephone @604to647

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings @morallyinept @for-a-longlongtime @saturn-rings-writes @soft-girl-musings

@professionalpromqueen @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @connectioneverywhere @fhatbhabiee @guelyury

@yorksgirl @readingiskeepingmegoing @survivingandenduring @rosecentaur1916

@westside-rot @romanarose @lady-bess @sin-djarin @legendary-pink-dot

@80ssong @kilamonster @boliv-jenta @schnarfer

Part Two - Morado. Part Four

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #javier peña smut #javier peña angst #javier peña fluff #non-binary OFC #pride month #pride fic #a nerdie series #coasting through the rainbow 🌈

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bellewintersroe · 2 years ago

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Lewis Nixon x Female Reader

Ok so thank you to @kyrkbacken18 requesting the BoB x easy nurse, morning after, I had the idea to build off my Lewis Nixon head cannons and write a one night stand smut with drunk nurse reader x drunk Nix.

This is honestly so fun to write and the idea is so amusing in my head, especially the whole morning after thing. So anyway, 18+ smut below the cut, hope you guys enjoy 😏

May 8th, 1945, The Eagles Nest, 8AM:

“Holy shit-” “What?!”

The sound of another voice, a male voice, startled me as I jumped back from the body pressed against mine. A hairy arm slung over my NAKED waist was quickly removed as I turned over wide eyed. “Nixon?!” Fuck. Last night- fuck, shit- oh my god I was naked! Naked in front of Lewis Nixon?! I was in bed with Lewis Nixon, my captain?! Gasping, I snatched at the covers, yanking them over my exposed breasts as Lewis was wide eyed, glancing up and down from my chest to my face. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Well- I- what?! I can’t help it!” He too was now pulling the covers over his exposed skin, pulling the material to prevent any of his, ahem, manhood from becoming exposed. “Don’t you look at me like that!” He then mimicked as my eyes snapped back up to the messy haired Captain. “I-I’ve already seen you like that.” I pointed out, running my hand through my tangled hair as I averted my eyes back down to the patterned bedsheets. Of course I’d seen Lewis naked, especially when we’d slept together last night. “Oh god, oh god, but you’re- you’re my- we’re just-“ “Friends, I know, Nix. Stop stressing you’re making my head hurt.” I groaned, hands rubbing over my face as the hangover kicked in, in full force. I felt like somebody had quite literally punched me in the head, now I had the whole issue of facing the consequences of sleeping with my company’s Captain, for Christ sake!

Lewis groaned and collapsed back into the plush of the bed. We’d been celebrating hard at Germany’s surrender, and here we were, in the Eagle’s Nest, several bottles of red wine and champagne later, here we were…

May 7th, 1945, Eagles Nest, 11pm:

“In here.” Nixon pushed his hand on my lower back, leading me through into an almighty bedroom in the Eagles Nest. “Oh, fuck, in here?! Where Hitler slept?” I giggled, feeling his hands tighten on my waist as he pressed another drunken kiss to my lips. “Fuck yeah.” He grumbled, our lips beginning to move in sync, as I sloppily dropped onto the bed, pulling him down with me.

I was so drunk, high on the celebration of the German army surrendering, so was Lew. We’d been drinking all afternoon long, and after one conversation I really let my hots for Captain Nixon get the better of me and we’d snuck off by ourselves. Nixon was rested between my legs, hips lazily grinding into mine as I hummed against his mouth, unable to keep my eyes closed for too long without the room spinning. “You wanna fuck me in Hitler’s bed?” I giggled as he pushed himself down, kneeling at the end of the bed as he began tugging off my underwear, “I wanna do more than that.” He slurred, moving straight back up my skirt and attaching his mouth to my sensitive core. “Oh my god…” the pleasure was instant. The bit of his mouth against my aching clit sent me into overwhelming bliss. The alcohol buzzing around my bloodstream only made me feel 10x better as my fingers clumsily found his hair, running my hand through the dark mop sloppily. I didn’t feel the urge to hold back my moans, my inhibitions were low and I was releasing breathy moans at the way his lips and tongue were working on me. His large hands came to smooth up my legs, over my thighs, and up my dress as he unbuttoned my dress to expose more of me. “It feels so good.” I sighed, eyes rolling back into my head meanwhile my hips rolled up against his face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I whined, replacing his hands and ridding myself of my constricting dress, Lewis broke apart from his antics to pull my dress over my body before delving back in and holding eye contact with me. “Oh, fuck.” I moaned out, attempting to sit up straight and watch how he was pleasuring me.

His tongue darted against my clit, sending my hips and legs jolting as I fell back against the bed, fingers snatching his hair. “God, I want you to fuck me Nix.” I cried out, my hands roaming over my tits as he let out a muffled growl against my pussy. “Please, please…” my head then snapped up to make eye contact. “I need you to fuck me.” I had no patience, not now I was drunk and desperate for this man. “You need me to fuck you, hm?” He was pushing himself up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as I anticipated what he was to do next, seeing him climb back up onto his knees on either side of me. “Yeah.” I breathed, my serious expression turning into a playful smirk as I nudged his leg with my knee. “Captain Nixon.” I giggled lowly, watching him rid himself of his tie and top button. “Oh you wanna call me that now?” He breathily spoke, hand working on his belt. “Mmmmh.” I smiled, hand slowly undoing the buttons of his uniform shirt.

“I bet you do.” He muttered, falling on top of me as he freed himself of his pants and underwear. I was aching for him to push inside of me, so when I felt the contact of his tip against my hole, I bucked my hips up a little higher.

“Please.” I whispered, our lips attaching once again as he kissed me deeply, rubbing his cock against my wetness. “Please, sir.” With that he pushed himself into me, the stretch of him making me feel full feeling so fucking good- I couldn’t help but moan out. We both sighed out simultaneously, getting too carried away to think of using any protection. Fuck it, I thought. As long as he was careful, but careful was the last thing I wanted. Slowly, his hips began thrusting into mine as I moved my head back away from the kiss to watch his pleasured expressions. “Is this good?” He panted as I nodded. “So good.”

“You want me to speed up?” “Yeah.” I whined, pushing his unbuttoned shirt off his back as he slipped out of it, discarding it besides me before he began fucking into me at a pace that made it perfect to hit that sensitive spot inside of me. “Oh god, Nixon.” “Yeah? Atta girl, taking me so good.” He smoothed his hand over my bra, before squeezing my tits. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me.” “Yeah? You like being a bad girl, getting fucked by your captain, don’t you?” He panted out, moaning out from his teeth as I moaned out, rolling my hips against his cock. “Yeah, I do, sir.” I giggled, head turning to the side as I took a few heavier breaths. Nix had pushed himself up, angling my hips further into his as he thrusted harder into me. The bed was squeaking and creaking under our movements, it kinda turned me on more; and I was so buzzed from the alcohol I literally did not give two shits about anybody else hearing. They were all outside anywhere.

Nixon began fucking me harder, his movements slightly sloppy from all the wine he’d been drinking, but fuck it felt good. He was the first man that I’d fucked in years, it was probably a good thing I’d been drunk or it could’ve hurt.

“Nix.” I whined, “god, you’re fucking sexy.” He muttered, kissing me on a sharp inhale as he bucked into me harder. “Mmmm.” I hummed as he let out a moan that sent me straight to heaven.

“Turn over for me.” Lewis then muttered as I let out another moan, turning onto all fours for him. I had to admit, it was a little difficult at first, especially as his cock was an impressive size, but I managed to sink my front half down onto the bed, arching my back for him and sticking my ass up.

Lewis was moaning, fuck, he sounded good, I too couldn’t hold back my moans and whines as he smoothed his arm up my back, clipping off my bra as I whined, throwing my hips back into his when he’d slowed down.

“That’s it.” He’d groaned, “such a dirty girl doing this in Hitler’s bed.” His words were pushing me straight to my high, I could feel my pussy throbbing as I desperately bucked back into him, grinding and turning my hips. “Fuck me, please Nix, please.” I borderline whined out. “Mmmh, c’mere.” He hunched over me, catching his lips on my shoulder as he continued to fuck into me.

My head was pressed against the mattress, loud sounds of pleasure escaping my mouth as I snatched at the bedsheets and pillows desperately. It felt like we’d both completely lost control, and before I knew it I was being launched onto Lew’s body. Now it was my turn to be on top, but I was completely worn out from being fucked into so well. “Put it back in.” Nix muttered in his low, husky tone, hands on my hips as I sunk down onto the swell of his dick. “Mmmm, it feels too good.” I whined once I’d started moving. It was a little sensitive at first, but I could feel a pressure deep inside of me waiting to unravel.

I ground my hips into his, my fingers moving to rub against my clit as Nix moaned at the sight. “Atta good girl, cum for me.” He squeezed my hips, holding me down over his manhood. “Yeah?!” I gasped out, breathless as I chased my high. “Fuck, yeah- shit, I’m gonna cum with you.” Nix dropped his head back as I bounced a little more on his cock before feeling the explosion of my orgasm rattle through me. “Oh god, oh fuck, sir, I’m cumming! Fuck!” I let out desperate gasps of overwhelming pleasure as my orgasm rushed through me, only feeling him slip out to cum against my thigh and his stomach with a few fast strokes and a deep groan. His seed shot up, as Nix groaned and gasped, body jittering as his other hand gripped my hip tightly. Fuckkk, it was so sexy, he was so sexy. We were both breathless messes as I collapsed completely naked in the bed besides him. Nix groaned once more, hand resting on my ass. “Fuck, I didn’t realise how good that would be.” He grumbled as my eyes fluttered shut, tired out from our drunken romp. “Mmmmh.” I giggled as he pressed one more kiss to me, cleaning himself up and with the tissues from the box besides us before I think I must’ve passed out, blacked out completely from the sheer amount of drinks I’d consumed.

I’d just deal with the consequences tomorrow, right now, I just wanted to sleep off the lack of sobriety…

#Band of brothers x reader #band of brothers smut #lewis Nixon x reader #lewis nixon smut

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skyward-floored · 2 years ago

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How about something with sky, time and wars bonding?

Literally the first one and I break my own word limit agahagfkffh

This one’s set a little bit before Lost Time, Sky and Warriors are still very much kids. Not totally bonding, but it’s a nice moment between them all anyways?

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Time walked inside with a couple of grocery bags, yawning as he toed the door shut behind him. He set the bags on the counter and walked into the living room, but paused, blinking at the mess the space was in.

Leaves and dirt were scattered across the floor, along with a couple bottles, multiple combs, and several bright red feathers. Warriors and Sky sat cross-legged in the worst of it, Warriors looking harried while Sky looked miserable.

“Do I want to know?” Time asked as he walked more fully inside, and Warriors and Sky both looked at each other, then at him.

“Well, uh...” Warriors began, looking frustrated. “We ran into some trouble— and before you ask we dealt with it and we’re fine— but Sky sort of got thrown around a little and his wings...” Warriors trailed off, and looked back down at the wing extended across his lap. “I was trying to help him clean them up and preen them, but they’re... they’re really bad. I’ve barely even started.”

“I’m not going to be able to fly anymore at this rate,” Sky said miserably, and Time crossed the floor and knelt by his side.

He winced at the sight of the crooked feathers and detritus still caught in Sky’s wings, and carefully ran a hand along them, studying every out-of-place feather. Despite the messy appearance though, the majority of feathers were still where they were supposed to be, and Time squeezed Sky’s shoulder.

“You’ll still be able to fly Sky, this is just going to take some work,” he assured, tugging a stick out and tossing it aside as he settled himself into a more comfortable position. “I would like to hear about how exactly... this happened though.”

Warriors and Sky exchanged glances again.

“Well... there was this weird noise coming from down the street, and since we weren’t doing much me and Sky decided to investigate...”

As Warriors and Sky took turns explaining their busy afternoon, Time started in on removing the few foreign objects still trapped in Sky’s feathers, sticks and leaves and even a few small pebbles wedged in between the shafts. Warriors had gotten most of the mess out, but he’d missed a little, and Time worked carefully on getting out every little twig.

He listened to the two’s story with a growing sense of exasperation, (did they have no common sense?) but focused most of his attention on getting to work on Sky’s feathers, smoothing them out and tucking them back where they were supposed to go. Sky had shown him how to fix feathers in case of emergency, but Time had also watched him preen them himself many times, and remembered the basic motions.

He asked for instruction once or twice, but mostly followed the natural shape of the feathers, allowing Sky to check his progress every so often. Warriors copied his motions, and Sky’s wings slowly began to look like themselves again.

“...so that’s why Sky’s wings look like they got stuck in a blender,” Warriors finally finished explaining, and Time couldn’t help but give them both an unimpressed look, pausing in his work.

“Sky, why didn’t you just let Warriors climb the tree?” he asked, and Sky shrugged, looking sleepy.

“Mia doesn’t like him as much,” he said with a smile, then yawned, and nearly slumped onto Warriors’ shoulder before catching himself. “Uh— sorry, guess I’m kinda tired.”

“It’s fine,” Warriors shrugged, “just don’t drool on me. Or snore.”

Sky smiled at him and plunked his head on his shoulder without further ado.

Time help back a smile of his own as he watched Sky’s eyelids grow heavier, tucking away the knowledge that preening made Sky sleepy, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

By the time Sky’s wings were completely back to normal, Time was watching in amusement as Sky slept on Warriors’ shoulder, looking utterly relaxed. Warriors was dozing a bit himself, and Time was careful to get up without making any noise, letting the two of them sleep in peace.

#I hope I got the preening stuff okay enough I did what reasearch I could XD #Incredibles au #lu time #lu Sky #lu warriors #writing from the floor #answers from the floor #anon #incredibles au fic

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straight4joekeery · 2 years ago

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Teach Me How To Love In Your Own Lyrics

(Part four)

Prev. Part one

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“Steve, STEVE”

“What? What’s wrong?” He panicked. Oh. Oh no. He’s back. But there’s no way. Surely after 7 years he couldn-

“It’s 10 o’clock!”

Oh. “Huh?”

“It is TEN and I have to be at the airport by ELEVEN!! We over slept!”

“Shi-” he wasn’t gonna hear the end of this one.

“HURRY GET UP, LETS GO!!” Steve hopped out of Eddie’s bed without any delay.“We stayed up ‘PARTYING’,” he air quotes, “out of all things” Steve grabbed a few bags that he was sure Eddie needed and set them in the living room. “We’re gonna be late I knew it. I’m gonna miss my flight. I can’t go on tour. Oh my god I can’t go on-“

“Eddie it’s fine. I promise. We will make it and you will survive. Just go put these in my car.” He handed him some luggage and sent him on his way. He threw on some ‘airport appropriate clothes’ and fixed his already perfect hair. He grabbed the remaining bags locked the doors and ran so fast you would have thought a serial killer was chasing him. Eddie ran to take the bags so Steve could start the car. He still had the same exact stupid red Beamer. (Hey, it still ran fine so no complaints here.) Eddie jumped in the car before yelling at Steve to go. “Okay! Okay! Who’s house first?”

“I had a really strong feeling that this was going to happen,” nice going Steve, “so I told them to all go to Jeff’s.” Perfect only one stop. The airport was only about 20 minutes away so they should be fine. People in Hawkins don’t really have lives outside of work so the roads were empty. So Steve sped. What? It was only like 42 miles over the speed limit.

Eddie was visibly nervous. He was shaking really badly and you’d think he was trying to pry his nails off with his teeth. “Hey,” Steve placed his hand on Eddie’s leg to try to get him to calm down, “it’s going to be alright. On the bright side at least we woke up before eleven.” It made Eddie smile a bit so he’d mark that as a ‘you rule’.

“Thanks Steve,” Eddie grinned, “if we don’t make it you’ll drive us to cali right?” He joked. Steve didn’t know that though.

“Probably, when’s your first concert? Would we make it in time? That’s like a 3 day drive right,” you could see the gears turning to try to figure out the distance.

“Steve I was kidding,” oh, “you’d actually do that though?”

“For you? Of course I would,” he’d drive across the world for Eddie actually, but he’d never admit that. He smiled looking Eddie’s way. Oh no. He just realized he hadn’t taken his hand away yet. He removed it quickly. But not to quickly. That would probably make it even weirder. Eddie probably hated him now. When he comes back from tour he probably won’t talk to him. What? Why is he so worried about this? It’s even weirder that he freaking out. I mean, it’s just bros doing bro things. I mean after all they’re just friends. Right?

“It’s this street right here,” Eddie pointed at a street sign, snapping him out of his thoughts. It read, “Shirley road.”

“Okay,” Steve turned. He saw his band mates waiting out side and pulled up to them. He got out and took their bags.

“Thank god!” Jeff yelled

“We thought you’d never come!” Freddie said while he shoved his suitcase in Steve’s arms. Gareth just gave him a death glare as he handed Steve his stuff. Sometimes Gareth can be scary absolutely horrifying. Steve saw his face and checked his own pulse to make sure Gareth didn’t just explode him with his mind or something. They all jumped in the car simultaneously yelling at Steve and Eddie.

“I’m sorry!!” Eddie yelped, “you realize this tour means as much to me as it does to you. Now just please be quiet,” Eddie paused, “and hey why don’t you thank Steve for being so so generous and driving us?” Oh. That was… sweet? He obviously started blushing like a schoolgirl.

“Sorry,” Freddie mumbled

“Sorry Steve,” Jeff said. Jeff was the nicest one out of the three, so you could tell he meant it. Gareth said nothing. He however would not say anything about because he would 100% be murdered in his sleep.

“It’s no problem at all,” he smiled at Eddie. Eddie tried to smile back but he’s so stressed again he kinda forgot how. Of course this sends Steve into another spiral. He’s still mad at him isn’t he? Oh my god Steve you’re so stupid. He grips onto the steering wheel until in knuckles go white.

They spent the next 10 minutes of the ride in silence besides the tape that Eddie put in before they left.

“Sooo, how’s everyone feeling?” Steve said to break the silence. Freddie and Jeff agreed they were both super excited. Gareth… still wasn’t speaking.

“Honestly? I’m terrified.” Eddie said with another fake smile.

“Why? You guys are great.”

“It’s not that I think we’re gonna do bad! I know we’re going to be amazing! I don’t know. 3 months is kinda a long time,” he sighed loudly, “I get like horribly homesick,” he frowned.

“I’m sorry,” he didn’t want him to be sad, he had to cheer him up at least a little, “did I tell you literally all of my students love you guys? James is going to your concert.”

“James? The one that you said like never speaks?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “was very passionate about you. Almost passed out when I said you guys went to Hawkins high.” And… oh thank the lords above who have blessed him on this fine evening (morning? He didn’t even know anymore.) This not only made Eddie smile but also Gareth. Steve might live to see another day after all!! “We made it!” Steve says as they pulled into the airport. He checked the time and, 11:10 they can’t easily make it (because they are so so cool and famous and are practically Royalty) but they have to run. Thankfully, tsa doesn’t take hours here.

“Okay rockstars! Let’s goooo!” Gareth spoke for the first time. They all scrambled out of the Beamer and ran to the trunk. Steve popped it open and grabbed a handful of random luggage. There was… a lot, all instruments considered. Once everything was out they all ran. Steve walked with them as far as he could without a ticket.

“Hey man, sorry for being… rude?” Gareth said putting his bag on the luggage belt.

Steve laughed, “it’s fine. I’d be mad at me too.” Gareth actually smiled at him. Oh thank the heavens above he doesn’t hate him. “And uh.. good luck. You’re gonna do great.”

“Thanks dude,” he said as he was walking away.

“Hey,” said Eddie from behind

“Hi.”

Eddie took a long deep breath before walking up to Steve and wrapping his arms around his neck. “I’m gonna miss you. Like a lot.”

“Yeah? Me too. A lot,” he laughed as he wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist. Although neither would ever admit it, they were both crying.

“Okay I have to go or I’m gonna be late,” he backed up. He sniffled and wiped his tears away, “see you in… three months,” he said rolling his eyes.

“Three months,” he sighed, “bye Eds.” He pulled him in for one last hug. (What? It’s not weird. They are friends. And plus he’s leaving for THREE MONTHS.)

“Bye Stevie,” they stayed like that for a while until Gareth yelled at them, “Okay now I really have to go,” he laughed. They said goodbye one last time before Eddie ran. He turned around before walking up to tsa to wave. Steve waved back.

He had to go. He ran back to that stupid car and opened the stupid door. He sat down in the stupid seat and closed the door. He stared to cry. He cried his stupid eyes out until he couldn’t breathe.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” he muttered to himself. This is the first time Steve had actually cried since he was eight. Why? Why was he doing this?

He remembered back to his dads words, “kid quit your crying!” He yelled, “crying is for emotional sissies who will never be able to care for themselves. You will get nowhere from crying. It won’t magically make your problems away!” God he hated him. But he was right. Crying wasn’t going to make Eddie come back. He felt so pointless without him. He was his other half since the day Robin left. He missed her. If she was here she would tell him that everything was going to be okay.

This was so stupid. Steve was so stupid. He was crying for nothing. Speaking of, why on earth was he crying. He didn’t cry when Robin left permanently, why is he crying now. He thinks. And thinks. Thinks about how they are different. They aren’t? Because remember Steve and Eddie are JUST friends. Steve cried more at the stupid thought. Why? Why is this hurting him? It’s not like he wants them to be more then friends. (Right?) That’s weird. Plus Eddie isn’t gay.

“YOUR’E SO STUPID,” he yells to the top of his stupid lungs. He has to remind himself that they are just friends again. Plus he Eddie wouldn’t want that. Because it’s the truth. The stupid stupid truth. Right?

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sexysilverstrider · 1 year ago

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Irresolute Feelings (Chapter 2) | Volokari

“I’m so glad you’re here, Akari.”

Rei wanted to shove himself into a hole to hear her laugh.

“No problem.” One hand holding his left wrist, Akari carefully levelled themselves by holding his waist with her right hand. “I’m just glad we managed to get out of there alive.”

The statement was meant to be taken as a joke. But after remembering the feral Luxray charging towards them, Rei shivered in utmost terror. “Please don’t make a joke like that…”

He groaned to hear her laughter again.

Once they reached a nearby bench, Akari carefully positioned herself so that Rei could let go and sit down. The bandaged ankle was no longer soaked in blood, but the patch of red still etched an unnerving nausea in her throat. “How you’re feeling?” she asked, concern now in place for her poor friend.

A sigh was released. “Still hurts, but I’m holding on.” He looked at her, a reassuring smile in place. “Thanks again, Akari.” One hand lightly massaged his right leg, easing off the pain that pierced around his wrapped wound. “How about you, though?”

Black eyes widened at the realization. “Ah,” was all she replied, one hand then touched the plaster on the right cheek. “I’m fine. The electric shock did hurt me for a while, but I think the pain stopped once we arrived at the village.” Lithe fingers grazed the white bandage. Her heart skipped a beat and a breath was caught in her throat; no matter how long she’d stayed here, the fear of losing her life against a dangerous, wild Pokémon would never go away.

His soft chuckle brought her back to reality.

“Wish I can say the same.” Black eyes, warmer than hers, looked ruefully at his wound. “That Thunderbolt of his hurts like hell. I thought we were far enough from his attacks but…well…” The memory of bright yellow light slashing through his skin drained the colours in his face. “If I didn’t dodge fast enough…”

Silence—thick and horrifying—filled the air of the peaceful village.

Clap! “A-Anyways!” Akari dispersed the intense atmosphere. “What matters is that we’re both alive. And the medical member who tended to your wounds did say that the new salve would work faster than the old ones.” Hands still clasped, she positioned them near her smile. “Besides, thanks to our Pokémon, we managed to defeat the Luxray.”

At the cue of their names, Liliana and Pikachu waved behind her. The Hisuian Lilligant carried the Mouse Pokémon in her turquoise, leafy arm. Gently, she placed Pikachu by Rei’s side.

As Pikachu hopped from her grasp, he gave Rei a little bump with his head. ‘Cheer up,’ he squeaked. ‘You still have both your legs!’

Liliana laughed amusingly at the grim joke. Upon seeing their Pokémon’s reactions, both Galaxy members felt their worries fade away and laughed along.

“Oh!” One fist then lightly tapped her left palm. Without a word, Akari rummaged through her satchel. “Here you go.” In a blink, she took out a bottle, just perfect in the palm of her hand. “Have some. It’s like a potion, but humans can drink it.” The bottle was a glass of blue, capped in black and tied with a black, small ribbon.

Hesitance flickered a pair of softer black eyes. “Huh, never seen this before.” A chuckle burst through pale pink lips, Rei finally took it. Carefully he removed the lid, then took a cautious sniff. It smelled of Sitrus berries with a hint of Cheri berries. “Kinda sharp smell here. Where did you get this?”

He looked at her, seeing only an amused smile.

“Volo made it.” She plopped a seat next to him. Her smile stayed in place, giving a sense of pride and assurance. “We were doing some little experiments weeks ago about consumable drinks, and this is one of the stuffs that is a success.”

One of his eyebrows raised. “Oh? What about the others?”

“The worst it gave us was a trip to the medical care. Nothing too dangerous.”

The way Akari explained it so casually sometimes unnerved him.

Still, he trusted her. With a weak smile, he took a sip. The smile then gaped to a mild surprise for the taste was actually more delicious than expected. “Wow!” It had a kick, that he didn’t lie. But the sourness of the taste was overtaken by the sweetness of the Sitrus berry. And what’s more, Rei could feel the pain his ankle grew numb in a matter of seconds.

He looked at her, once again seeing such a proud smile.

“Told you it’s a success.”

Laughter filled in the air. “No kidding.” Once again, he took another drink, enjoying the cool liquid trail down his throat. Pop. “Huwaah!” Relief washed over him. Seeing that there’s half a glass left, Rei gave the bottle back to her. “This is really good! Good job, Akari!”

Sunlight highlighted the red in her cheeks. “Volo got most of the credit. He made this, after all.” Taking the bottle, she finished it. Oh, how good it felt to drink such a refreshing drink after a long, treacherous day. She could also feel the numbness in her cheek fading away. Once assured that the bottle was empty, Akari put it back in her satchel.

“So, you and Volo are doing well?”

Her hands stopped.

Silence—momentary as it was—fell between them. Voice of the villagers filled the awkward moment, yet Akari could feel her breathing hitch at the question.

Hands slowly rolled into fists.

“Yeah.” She faced him, a small back in place.

Rei was evidently sharper than he looks. “You two…aren’t doing well?”

That quickly got a reaction for her. “No—no! That’s not it.” Left and right she waved her hands in front of him. “We’re good! We’re good.” The frantic waving slowed down. “It’s…just…” Fingers curled. “We… There’re some little bumps every now and then.” Hands weakly dropped to her lap.

She didn’t know the kind of expression she made, but it was enough to pull a frown on his face.

“Are you guys going through those bumps now or…?”

Caution echoed in the question. Akari appreciated his concern, truly she did, but the memory of this morning opened a wound in her heart that wasn’t fully healed. “There are…” Would she confide in Rei? Would he help? Would he at least lend his ear?

Would he give the same advices she once received from people who were long gone from her life?

The brief memory of blonde and smiles flashed by, and the image immediately made her clutch her chest.

“Akari…?”

His voice broke the sorrow that would often drag her to the depths of despair.

“Nothing!” she snapped, voice light yet sharp. “Not…much anyways.” The memories were suppressed. It had to be. She couldn’t bring herself to tear her heart apart. Not now. Not in public. Not in front of Rei.

Her smile stayed in place. “He’s just…stubborn, I guess?” In a way, she was right. “We’ve been living together for a year right now and things are fine.” She could at least bring this topic up to him. Nothing more. Nothing less. “It’s just…” A shrug. “Sometimes, he tends to avoid some topics.”

Rei remained patient, eyes focused on his dear friend.

“Like…” Hesitance mixed with shame pooled her cheeks. “You know…how to know if a guy really likes you…”

She didn’t need to turn to see the surprise on his face.

“He doesn’t like you?” Rei looked at her, eyes still wide. “You guys live together and are practically stuck with each other like glue sometimes in the village.”

Oh, how her cheeks reddened. “That’s not true!” she shouted, jet-black eyes staring at him.

A little laugh snorted through. “Akari, when you both came back from the village, he didn’t leave your side. The fact that you both looked like hell at that time almost made me and Professor Laventon fight our way towards you if not for the guy having you in a vice grip. Even Cyllene was ready to have her Abra attack Volo to see whether or not you’re fine.”

Memories of a year ago flashed back. Ever since the horrifying fight against a maniacal entity, Akari lost all energy and fainted in Volo’s arms before they could reach the village. She couldn’t remember much after that, only that she woke up in the medical care surrounded by the Galaxy Members whom she started to love and cherish.

She felt thankful. Truly. But Akari soon realized it was too late when the memories she long kept hidden came flooding back.

She had lost her world. She had lost her family and friends. Even when the evil was finally defeated and had perished before it could do more, Akari had to live with the fact that she couldn’t ever go back to her original world. The thought alone would’ve killed her. The mere fact that she was tricked into thinking that she could go home still haunted her. She was blinded. She held on to false hope.

The moment that false hope shattered into two, so did her.

Void.

All she was a void filled with corpses and decimation. No light filled the world. No life breathed except her. Akari wondered if it was a dream. She wondered if this was merely another illusion created by the vile monster.

But no.

She then saw the pile. A pile that was nothing but skeletons and charred flesh. Some were unrecognizable. Some had distinct features that made her wish she could go blind. The bodies all looked at her, torn jaw gaping and limbs horribly twisted. As the image fell upon her, Akari felt nausea rolling rapidly into her throat.

She couldn’t remember how painfully loud she shrieked when she saw a familiar pair of darkened orange eyes.

Ah, the agonizing pain in her chest is back.

“AKARI!”

“I’m really glad you’re well now, Akari.”

Pupils shook inside widened eyes.

Quickly, she stammered back to reality. In a panic, she stood up, gasping loudly as she did without realizing it. The action once again startled Rei, stopping him instantly from retelling the tale of a year ago.

“Akari…?”

She gasped and she gasped. Gasping turned into hyperventilating. Sweat started to trickle down her face.

The sound of her name filled the horror she wanted to avoid. It was the voice of one she knew so well. One she adored so lovingly.

One who saved her from bringing her life to an end.

“I have to go!” She needed to escape this. “I really need to go!” A heel was turned to look at Rei, but she now never saw him. Snatching her fanny pack, Akari bowed her head and made a mad dash for it.

“E-Eh—oi!” Bafflement held him in place. He watched as Akari ran away. He wanted to move, to give chase, but Rei knew that when Akari was like this, she refused to say anything no matter how hard he tried.

Liliana gave an elegant curtsy before immediately rushing towards her trainer. Though the Pokémon didn’t have a mouth, concern could be seen on her face.

Worry now multiplied tenfold as Rei watched her. The only thing the young man could do was hope. Hope that whatever was bothering her would soon go away. Hope that the unbearable pain would soon disappear.

Hope that Volo would be the one to heal the grief that was now long etched into her heart.

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Slam!

She needed to breath.

Thud. Crash!

She needed to breath.

Tap, tap, tap! Thud!

She needed to—

“Breathe!”

Immediately, she fell onto the floor. One hand snatched the red scarf away from her neck. She felt hot. Too hot. Vision was blurred by a river of tears. With hands shaken so terribly, Akari untied her obi. It was hard. Too hard.

She saw all those corpses looking back at her with gazes empty and hollow.

Finally, the sash was loose and thrown to the side. The coat was still on her, and Akari felt like melting through the clothing. Eyes widened on nothing at all, she struggled to open her coat. It was too difficult. Too scrutinizing.

She saw her beloved mother torn from limb to limb with her jaw nowhere in sight.

Thud!

She couldn’t even feel the pain as Akari fell on the wooden floor. The front door was closed, but Akari felt her feet kicking and pushing against the sturdy door.

N-No… All of them were looking at her. No—no! All of them begged for her apology. M-Mom…J…J-Jun…Cyn— All of them lay heavy on her, robbing her the will to leave and live.

It hurt.

“NO—!”

Suddenly, a bright red light flashed behind closed eyes. Akari could still feel her heart bang rapidly against her chest. She could still feel her breathing hitch and get stuck be it through nostrils or mouth. She didn’t realize what was happening. She couldn’t.

‘Akari…’

She didn’t know what was going on. Her face that was covered by trembling arms were coated in tears and sweat.

‘Akari, I’m here…’

Suddenly, just as the visions were cruelly haunting her, they slowly dissipated into absolute nothingness. Warmth quietly engulfed her body, coating her in a sense of calmness. Her heart still raced. Her breathing still jerked. But Akari didn’t flinch as she felt her body—one that was curled and shaking—being carefully lifted off the ground.

Her eyes were still shut. Her breathing still labored.

‘There, there, Akari…’ A soft chirp whispered her ear. She felt soft but strong leafy arms cradled her like a baby. Gently, she was placed on the ready-made futon. Though her vision was still soaked in darkness, Akari felt something soft and undeniably warm snuggle against her face.

‘We’re here, Akari…’ Belial cooed, body curled in a way that allowed his trainer to nestle next to him. ‘We’re here…’ Sorrow lulled in his tone. For once, his cunning smile was shattered to a frown to see her dire state.

After placing Akari next to him, Liliana kneeled behind Belial that was lying on his side. Sutera slowly kneeled next to them next. Without a word, the Gardevoir reached out towards them and used his psychic powers to ease Akari’s mind. Erlika carefully sat near Akari’s head, quietly watching with a gaze that echoed both sympathy for the living and abhorrence for the dead. Rosaria hid most of her body inside her shell, having only her gooey hands rub against Akari’s legs after cautiously taking off her boots and socks. Nobunaga cooed and cried weakly, careful not to let his horn hit her as the Hisuian Samurott nuzzled against Akari’s lower back.

Her body started to cease from its manic shaking. Her breathing was still labored, now accompanied with weak sobs that broke all of the Pokémon’s hearts.

Bloodred eyes glanced at Erlika. Understanding Belial’s silent request, Erlika took a deep breath and placed one paw on Akari’s head.

Moments fluttered by in the small hut.

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What was once an abyss full of her mutilated beloved now filled with a white space full of light. Akari could no longer see the dead. Instead, she felt a warm hand.

When she turned around, Akari could feel her mouth break into a wide smile.

Familiar faces greeted her. A smile bestowed by her mother. A laugh resonated by her friends. Though silence filled the open void, the girl hopped towards them and felt cheerful laughter filled the area.

It was empty and silent, yet her heart felt lighter and lighter.

They laughed and talked. The words came out as nothing, but Akari felt joy bursting her in heart.

“Akari…”

Suddenly, that one voice made her heart skip a beat. She turned; a smile then brought up to her ears to see the darling man before her. His smile was genuine. His eyes glowed so softly in her presence. Akari said something—but she couldn’t hear what—and happily pulled the blonde man towards her family and friends.

She introduced him to them. Akari merely giggled in pure silence as she felt his arm lovingly wrap around her waist. She then felt a soft kiss on the top of her head, further fluttering a heart into mere glee.

The white void was as silent as ever, yet Akari never felt even more at peace.

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Her Pokémon watched as her breathing started to slow to an even pace. Her rigid body started to loosen. The plaster on her face had been ripped away, wound sadly torn anew after she accidently scratched herself in a state of panic. Belial snuggled closer to her, then breathed a sigh of relief to see her heart humming a soothing beat.

‘Thank you, Erlika.’ He murmured gently, eyes gazing upwards at the Hisuian Zoroark. His arms, albeit short, wrapped around Akari’s petite body. He rested his chin on top of her head, nostrils flaring deeply at the state she was in.

If he could bring her back to her world—even if it meant she would leave him—he would gladly do so as long as it made her happy.

Belial felt the others huddle around them. Rosaria remained near Akari’s legs. Liliana leaned against Belial’s back. Erlika, one paw now patting Akari’s head, sat cross-legged above them. Sutera adjusted his seating position, still kneeling as he placed one hand on Akari’s upper back. Nobunaga remained by the Gardevoir’s side, though paw gently caressing his trainer’s lower back.

The moment felt quiet. Serene.

As fatigue took over in a brink of dusk, Belial and the rest felt their eyes grew heavier.

Akari shivered lightly, and this only made the Hisuian Typhlosion pull her into a warmer, tighter hug.

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The night was a beautiful moment filled with tranquility.

The fire in the hearth lit up the room nicely. A pot lay hanging above the flames, lightly boiling some soup that filled the air with scents of delicacy. One lone woman sat quietly, breathing even with eyes a slight swell of red.

The memories of morning and evening really put a damper on her mood.

Taking a deep breath, Akari pushed herself back to her feet. “I need to get it together,” she said, alone. With no human nor Pokémon in sight.

Speaking of, worry started to etch her heart at the lack of one man in the house.

“Where is he…?” she murmured to herself, glancing at the Arcphone on the small round table. At times like these, she was thankful the device still had some modern qualities. If Akari had to take a guess on the time by looking at the sky every time, she was sure she might have lost track of it.

She already lost track of the days and herself. Might as well lose a bit more.

Grumbling sourly at her own grim joke, Akari shook her head and walked to their bedroom. Her Pokémon were out and about. After a few long minutes of convincing them that she was fine, they all relented and went outside. Although a part of her was still bound by sorrow, Akari felt her mind clear up after a good sleep and shower. She knew Sutera and Erlika had a huge part in helping her rid of the grizzly memories, and the woman was beyond thankful that they were able to help ease the pain.

She felt guilty, but thankful nevertheless.

“Akari…”

Her steps halted once she remembered that voice.

His voice. His smile. His touch. All of them sent a flutter into her lovely chest. No matter how long the time had passed by, Akari could never get over the warm, fuzzy feeling she had for him.

It was almost hilarious, she thought, that Arceus would have such a plan that both ruined her life and granted her life anew. She never once resented the Alpha Pokémon. From the day she was thrown into this world. From the moment she had everything robbed from her. From the very second she had her hope diminished right before her very eyes. Akari would have had gone insane. She had every right to snatch Arceus’ power for herself and bring back a time where none of this would ever happen.

She should have. She could have.

And yet, she never did.

The images of her ruined world would forever haunt her. But upon meeting Arceus itself when all was said and done, Akari couldn’t find it in herself to blaspheme the creator. Horror and awe held her in its place when she faced the Pokémon that beamed bright like the heavens above. No matter how angry, how broken she was at that time, she couldn’t find it in her heart to beg for the impossible.

‘It is meant to be.’

That was all it said. Akari remembered gazing upon the majestic Pokémon for one last time before feeling herself fade to black.

Before she woke up, she first remembered her body being shaken and a wail that cried her name.

Once she did wake up, all she ever saw was a man whose eyes were red with tears and voice cracked into two.

Her heart skipped a beat. One hand rested on her chest.

How funny it was when she thought back. To think that her life would turn around for better and for worse. She loved Volo, truly. The days where she was blinded by his actions only strengthened her feelings for him. At first, it was just on a whim. On a grand ideal based on someone whom she looked up too. As the months rolled by, Akari couldn’t find it in her heart to deny what she felt for the man was honest and true.

Even when the day of his betrayal came, Akari despised the fact that her heart would still beat erratically for him.

Now, as they both had worked together to save this world, Akari would find herself a fool if she said she wasn’t ecstatic and in disbelief that the man felt the same way.

She guessed this was Arceus’ merciful way after all that had done.

Time passed by in a blink, and they both worked together to fix their differences. Volo was still cynical, rude, and apathetic to humans around. Even though he managed to convince Ginter to get his Ginkgo guild job back, it was clear to Akari that his friendly façade remained a façade when he was talking to customers. When he was talking to Rei or the professor or even the commander, Volo either kept a scowl or a petty smile on his face. It pissed people off, that she couldn’t blame them.

But when he was alone with her, his masks started to break. Akari had seen his true nature at the Temple of Sinnoh. She had seen the worse of him. But after a year of living together, she soon realized that she now faced the best of him as well.

He was so gentle. So sweet. While his words laced with sweet teases, Akari could feel his honesty compared to the time where he used them against her. He helped her when she was healing from the unbearable wounds, despite he himself was broken down to the bone. He stayed by her side when the nightmares plagued her, kept his arms wrapped around her while she screamed and shook. His touches were gentle and sweet, fingers always intertwined together whenever he felt as if she was about to disappear.

The nights spent together were lustful and heady. As if they were releasing all their tension that were pent up since the day they walked their own ways. As if they unleashed all their feelings that were kept locked away, denied and ignored. Akari still remembered his touch, desperate and pressing, silently telling her that she would never leave his side. She still remembered his gaze above her, manic and wanting, focusing entirely on her as he thrusted deeply into the very core of her sex.

“Akari…”

Damn him and damn her for blushing so hard right now.

The memory of this morning loomed around her. While she was still hurt that he had never uttered the words she craved so much, Akari knew his feelings for her were just the same, if not stronger. She believed him. She should believe in him. A year had passed by and not once did Volo try to kill her again. Although her Pokémon were completely in guard—some still were—a part of her wanted to hold on to the trust that Volo was still human.

He was. He was.

He was human and he loved her. She knew this. She knew.

She just wished she heard it.

A defeated sigh escaped her lips.

Click.

The sound of the door closed caught her attention. When was it opened? Ah, no bother, she wondered. If it was an intruder, her Pokémon was nearby to punish them. Besides, the only person who knew the lock besides her was Volo.

This is it! Resolution lit up her hope anew. I’m going to confront him! I’m going to make him say those words! Fists raised with sheer determination. The sound of footsteps approaching only increased the speed of her heart. She felt giddy, slightly dizzy. Clutching on her dark blue jinbei, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m home.”

She heard his voice. Cool. Calm. Collective.

With a smile on her face, Akari turned around. “Welcome ho—”

Slam!

Her reply was cut off immediately when she felt a brief gust of wind near her left ear. Dark eyes snapped open, quickly glancing at the hand against the wall and arm next to her head. Mouth slightly agape, she brought her attention to the tall man she loved dearly.

However, fear quickly sipped into her like poison once she saw the shadow of blind rage on a pair of dilated, dull grey eyes.

#Volokari #Volo #Akari #Pokemon #Fafar writes #tadaaaa!!! 2ND CHAPTER BAYBEEEEE #tw panic attack n vague suicidal thoughts #Rei #i didnt expect this turnaround #i wanted akari to hv a proper discussion w rei about akaris love life #but i figured her having a ptsd makes more sense and gives me a fun time writing hehe #also wanna put my babies cheering up my baby #n i enjoy that lil cliffhanger. teehee :3 #whats gonna happen next wee :3 #thank u for everyone who read n enjoyed this!#n esp who rb n commented aaaa

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itcamefromthetoybox · 1 year ago

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“Transformers: Rise of the Beasts” is now out, and I’m seeing it this weekend! I need this movie. I NEEEEEEEED IT! And so, to keep myself from going completely bonkers (more than I already have, I mean), I am pleased to present the last pre-movie review: “Nerf Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 2-In-1 Optimus Prime Blaster!”

Box art taken from Amazon because I lost the pic I took of mine in the packaging

All of you know who Optimus Prime is and what Nerf is, so we’re just gonna skip the info dump. Instead, let’s talk about what exactly this toy even is. As the name of the toy obviously states, this is a Nerf gun styled after Optimus Prime. The thing that got my attention about this toy, though, is the fact that the Nerf gun also transforms into an Optimus Prime toy. It’s such a neat concept, and one I think kids will really like.

Now, before we get into the review proper, let’s address the elephant in the room. A lot of people got really pissy about the fact that this is an Optimus that turns into a gun instead of a Megatron that turns into one, since turning into a gun was the original Megatron’s whole thing. Well, there’s a few good reasons this toy isn’t Megatron, so let’s go through them.

Many American states have laws restricting or banning the sale of toy guns that could be mistaken for genuine firearms. Megatron is traditionally grey, silver, and black, and occasionally shades of green. It would be really easy to mistake a Nerf gun Megatron for a real gun, and that’s one of many ways kids get shot by panicked cops or other trigger-happy people in this country. Optimus, meanwhile, is predominantly red and blue, so a kid playing with him has a somewhat lower chance of being shot at by cops or anyone else. A lower chance, but sadly, not a zero percent chance.

Good guys sell better than bad guys. Financially, it makes more sense for Hasbro and Nerf to team up to make a toy of a hero like Optimus than it does to make a villain, especially since Optimus is the most well-known character in the entire franchise.

Megatron has not been confirmed to be in the movie. All the Megatron toys released for this movie are re-releases from previous toylines, but with the “Rise of the Beasts” logo on the packaging. Since this toy was made in a collaboration between Hasbro and Nerf, meaning the profits have to be split between the two companies makes more sense to make a toy of someone actually in the movie than it does to make one of someone not in the movie, because kids are more likely to buy the toy of the guy they just saw on the big screen.

In robot mode, Prime’s looks and articulation both suffer from the fact that he’s a working Nerf gun first and a toy robot second. From the front and top up, Prime looks good. He has the looks you expect from Optimus Prime by now. And then there’s the rest. Since his legs become the barrel of the Nerf gun, he ends up with cartoonishly long legs. Compared to the normal proportions of his top half, it’s a little jarring to suddenly see those super long legs. It’s like he’s wearing some sort of stilts and trying to hide it, and it is not going well.

...I just realized how awkward the orange barrel looks in robot mode.

The issues that come from being a Nerf gun become even clearer when we look at Prime from behind. Due to how a Nerf gun works, there wasn’t a way to make this toy so the gun’s handle could be folded down or removed without jacking up the price. So as a result, Prime has this giant blue growth sticking out of his back.

Robot Mode Optimus Prime has very limited articulation, as you would expect from a toy that’s meant to be a gun first and foremost. He has ball-jointed shoulders and elbows, and that’s really it. Since his legs are the barrel of the gun, they’re a mostly solid piece, with the only exception being the end of his long, solid leg part, which folds out of the way to not block the barrel for the gun. He also can’t hold anything in his hands, which is actually a letdown for me. I would have loved for him to be able to hold his own tiny Nerf gun.

Optimus Prime would go on to develop severe back pain.

Transforming Prime to gun mode and back is a pretty straightforward process, where the hardest part is just getting his arms positioned for gun mode, and even that’s not really a challenge. The whole transformation is quick and easy, which is partially caused by the fact that the entire body is a Nerf gun and the robot mode is the Nerf gun with limbs and a head, so transforming him is just getting those parts out of the way. My one issue is that, when putting Prime in robot mode, the barrel of the gun can sometimes make Prime’s legs not want to come together fully, which can make him fall backwards if you’re not careful, so do keep an eye on that.

I really like how the gun mode looks. It’s got a lot of visible Optimus details, such as the wheels his traditional truck mode has and the chest windows, which all make for a very stylized toy. It’s a really neat design, which at this point, I expect from Nerf after seeing some of their other Nerf guns. I’m very pleased with this look.

Turn him upside down and you can claim he’s a submarine or spaceship

Since Prime’s a Nerf gun, one thing we should definitely talk about is his fire power. After all, the point of a Nerf gun is to shoot your friends with it, and it would be kinda sad if the Nerf dart couldn’t even clear the couch. Well, I’m pleased to say that Prime has what I’d call decent range. He’s a smaller gun, so he won’t be hitting people across a field, but his power is good for his size. And remember, it’s not the size of Optimus Prime, it’s what you can do with him.

Optimus comes with two accessories, a pair of Nerf darts. Considering he’s a Nerf gun, this shouldn’t come as a shock to anyone. What I do like is that he has a place to store the Nerf darts aside from just loading one in the gun, which would impede Prime’s ability to transform. Prime has a pair of dart holders that unfold on his back/the end of the gun, which do a very good job storing the darts, I haven’t had any issue with the holders being too loose or anything, which I admit was a concern of mine. As a bonus, when the darts are stored, they do a decent job emulating Prime’s smokestacks from his truck figures, albeit in bright Nerf colors.

The film’s epic climax: Unicron chokes to death on a Nerf dart.

“Nerf Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 2-In-1 Optimus Prime Blaster“ is available at mass retail and can be found with the action figures, not the Nerf guns. He goes for about $20-$25 at retail, which is a little much, but a lot of online places are starting to carry him for about $17, which feels much more reasonable. While I’m not enamored with the legs and how he has a giant gun handle sticking out of his back, I do understand that those are sacrifices that had to be made due to the fact he’s a working Nerf gun. As is, I actually would recommend him for kids old enough and responsible enough to play with Nerf guns. I would also recommend him for adults responsible enough to play with Nerf guns. Basically, use good judgement before buying this for someone. “Transformers: Rise of the Beasts” comes out this weekend, so this is the last Transformers review for now, and next week, we’ll be looking at toys of another beloved franchise that’s getting a movie soon, so come back then! This is JS, signing off and wishing you Happy Toy Hunting!

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