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jujutsutrash · 4 months

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(the best of a) simple thing

sort of a follow up to (don't look) but I want it, tho more of a prequel Pairing: Yuta x reader Word count: 2723 Warning: some slight mentions of nsfw stuff but mostly ok

When you walked into his apartment - and effectively into his life - Yuta never imagined he’d become so hooked on you. You had seemed like a bad company, like clear trouble. But you’d found him through a mutual friend, so he let it slide. He needed a roommate, and the worst that could happen would be having to kick you out. Or so he thought.

He never thought he’d become obsessed with you.

Well, obsessed is a strong word. Heavily infatuated could do. You plagued his mind constantly, and just your presence was enough to have him red in the face. Yuta thought that it was just a sexual thing, over time it would fade. It didn’t. And sharing an apartment with you, getting to know you, only made it worse. On one hand he’d be jerking off furiously to the thought of you, on the other he’d be aching to do the most domestic type of shit.

One thing he found himself desiring pretty quickly was to see you dressed in one of his clothes. It was hot, yeah, but it also felt cute as fuck. Sure, he didn’t tower over you, but his oversized shirts would still look bigger than your frame. To Yuta, the thought alone was enough to have his heart leaping - and his cock hardening - in less than a second.

Though, he never thought that would actually happen. Until it did. The first time he got a chance to see you in one of his clothes was on a rare day that he was going from college straight to your shared apartment. It was a day off, and he had plans for it, until it started raining out of the nothing while he was still in class. When it came time to leave, the rain had turned heavy, water falling from the sky with rage and bringing a cold wind with it. Yuta considered himself lucky for always having an umbrella lost somewhere in his bag.

To his surprise, when he came to the arched entrance of the college building, he saw you, looking into the rainy street with a desolate expression. It was rare for him to see you at campus, the buildings where the visual arts students had their classes couldn’t be further from his own. Slowly, he walked up to you, coming to stand by your side as he watched your expression.

“You forgot you your umbrella again?”

You almost jumped by his side, and Yuta couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from his chest. He muttered a sorry when you looked back at him, eyes burning with anger. Even that was cute. Looking at you now, he also couldn’t help noticing how you had your hands rubbing your arms, body closing in tight on itself. You were dressed in just a tshirt and jeans, clearly not expecting to get cold any time soon.

“Yeah,” you respond with a pout, “this is ridiculous, it was sunny when I left home!”

“The weather changes a lot around this time of the year,” he adds with a shrug, pulling the umbrella from inside his backpack. “I can give you a ride if you want?”

“Don’t you have to go to the office?”

“Nah, got a day off today, I was heading home anyway,” Yuta says with a smile, watching as your face lights up at the offer, his heart warming up at the sight.

“Oh, shit, Yuta, thank you so much. You are a lifesaver,” you smile, and he can feel the blush that’s creeping its way on his face.

“Don’t need to thank me, really, I’m just glad to help,” he responds in a gentle tone, voice growing more concerned as he looks over you again. “Are you cold?”

“A little, I really wasn’t expecting this.”

“Well, I,” he pauses, unsure if he should stay what he is thinking before he decides to go for it anyway. “I can give you my hoodie, so you don’t have to walk back while cold.”

Yuta looks over you, hand tugging at the fabric of the white hoodie he was wearing. He is pretty sure he is blushing, but he can’t focus on that right now. On one hand, you were cold, and he really just wanted to help. But on the other, well he is pretty sure that if you accept, he is gonna have the image of you in that hoodie burned into his mind forever.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that, you are gonna feel cold,” you shake your head, chuckling as you wave one hand in front of your face.

“I’m not that cold anyway, it’s fine really,” he insists, looking into your eyes with a warm smile.

You hesitate for a second, but then you nod, muttering a thanks when he places his backpack and umbrella on the floor. Yuta reaches a hand to his back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his hoodie as he starts pulling it off. When he wrangles himself off of it, he passes it to you with one hand, the other fighting to readjust his hair.

He watches you smile and put it on, his heart skipping a beat at the sight. The shoulders of the hoodie seem a little loose on your frame, the end of the sleeves just about reaching your fingers. Yuta wasn’t that much bigger than you, but yeah, this was good enough. The walk to your apartment would be short, but he caught himself wondering if maybe he’d be lucky, and by the end of it his hoodie would smell like you.

When you look back up at him, he quickly averts your eyes, busying himself with picking up his backpack and umbrella, getting ready to leave. You two walk and chat, shoulders touching as you share the protection of Yuta’s old umbrella. He is almost sad when the walk ends. The minute he is inside his room, hoodie back in his hands, he brings the piece of clothing to his nose. Under the faint notes of his cologne, he finds it, the sweet smell of your body lotion. He’d for sure be sleeping with that hoodie tonight.

The second time Yuta got a chance to see you wearing one of his clothes was when you’d taken him with you to that bar you loved so much - Devilock, you called it. From the outside the place looked like a shady, hole in the wall type of bar, from the inside it looked just better enough to be sanitary. Truth be told, Yuta had never been one to frequent those places. Between the loud noise and his aversion for social situations, it felt like too much. Yet, he couldn’t say no when you invited him.

The punkest thing he could muster from his wardrobe was a beaten up plaid button up thrown open over a black shirt and some dark jeans. Compared to you, he was a normie, but that was the best he could do. Though, your presence made him feel a little less awkward when you entered the place. The bar wasn’t utterly packed, but it was full, and that was already enough stress, so Yuta would take whatever little solace he could get.

Still, there was a silver lining to this all - aside from the amount of people in the bar counter, forcing you two to sit side by side, shoulders pressed against each other. No, the silver lining was that he got to watch you, free and at ease in your own element, dancing in a skin tight shirt and jeans shorts. Yuta could endure the awkwardness he felt from not knowing how to dance if he got to see you like that.

Shit, you were too hot, and as you both returned to the bar he still couldn’t stop staring, even as you downed another drink, droplets of the cocktail spilling past your lip and down your neck. Maybe the alcohol helped you not notice his wondering eyes, but the bartender sure caught his stares. From behind the counter, the tall, long haired man looked like serious trouble, especially as his black locks shadowed those fox eyes when he leaned menacingly forward. Okay, that was enough to make Yuta look away, for now. Near the end of the night, however, something else happened that had butterflies working up a hurricane in his stomach.

“Yuta!”

When you cried out for him, he could already recognize something off in your voice. You’d both found your way to the arcade machines in the bar at that point, and Yuta felt a little more in his territory this way. Though, you had gone to get a drink for yourself, and it was really off putting to have you return with worry in your voice.

“Hey,” Yuta responded, calling out your name as he turned around. “Everything ok?”

“Ah, mostly,” you chuckled. “But I think my shirt snagged in someone’ jacket and one of the straps torn,” you gave another awkward chuckle and Yuta’s eyes went straight from your own to the hand tightening the knot holding your shirt strap together - the other hand clutching a beer.

“Shit,” he stuttered, torn between the desire to help and the desire to just see the thing fall. “People should really be more careful, they could have hurt you.”

“It’s ok, really, it’s just an inconvenience,” you laughed softly, placing your beer on top of the arcade machine you were. “Tho’, I think I might have to inconvenience you now.”

“Y-yes, whatever you need,” it was almost shameful how fast Yuta responded, he knew it, but he just couldn’t help but jump at the idea of you needing him in any way.

“Could you lend me your shirt? I’m not sure how safe this knot is,” you chuckled.

Yuta froze for a moment at your words, voice muffled by the song playing. Though, he quickly snapped out of it, eager to see you in his shirt. He knew he should be more worried about you, he knew he shouldn’t be thinking as he was at that moment, but there was just something about seeing you in his clothes. Shit, he’d refuse to wash that shirt for the next few days.

Taking out the shirt in a rush as he nodded frantically, Yuta almost knocked down the beer bottle on top of the arcade machine, getting one arm pathetically stuck in the sleeve as he tugged it free. When he handed you the shirt, you thanked him, swiftly putting it on and buttoning it up. You looked gorgeous in it - as you did in absolutely anything, but there was a special charm to this particular sight. Fuck, he could feel his cock hardening already.

The rest of the night goes by uneventfully - although not exactly easily. Yuta had to spend the whole time fighting his own desires and the erection that threatened to sprung up and make things a lot more awkward. When you both finally get back home and return the shirt to his hands, he almost feels desolated. Almost, because the chance to sleep with a piece of clothing that smells like you again is enough to have him in high spirits.

The third time Yuta gets to see you in one of his clothes is in a more permanent situation. One he admits he lucked out on, a bold strike of fortune he will be forever thankful for. After you first moved in, you requested to share the space of his large office - the only spare room in the apartment. He agreed, obviously, he couldn’t say no to you, so he just let you set up your easel and materials in the office, but in the beginning it was awkward. Overtime, though, he grew comfortable in your presence - and learned to watch you paint from the occasional reflections on his monitor.

Besides, Yuta couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the sight of you working on your pieces. Although you could be a powerful distraction, sitting in front of your easel, wearing only small shorts and an old shirt - even this casual, you were gorgeous. At times, it was an exercise in self control, one he didn’t always win, forcing Yuta to take breaks from his work just to leave the room. Still, he wasn’t really complaining.

One day he catches you frowning while looking at the washing machine, browns pulled together and shoulders slumped. When he asks you what's wrong, you pull a torn up garment from inside the machine - from the gray color and paint stains he recognizes it as the remains of your old work shirt. As you mumble about needing to retire another t-shirt to put in its place, an idea crosses Yuta’s mind.

He sees a chance, and he has to take it - or at least try to, while he is feeling brave enough for the task. Sure, if this goes right, you are going to become even more of a distraction than you already are, but fuck it if he cares right now. So as you sigh in frustration, he is quick to offer you to take one of his t-shirts, claiming he has an old one he was gonna start using as pajamas anyway. When you seem hesitant, he doesn't give you time, stepping into his room fast and bringing you a white oversized t-shirt that he places in your hands, insisting you take it.

“Yuta,” he glances at you through the reflection as you call for him, seeing you turn from the easel towards him, “you sure I can use this? It feels so nice, the paint is just gonna destroy it.”

Yuta feels beyond lucky that on the very next day, he'd already gotten to see you wearing his shirt. Though, it's posing a slight inconvenience as now he's having to try and answer you without fully turning his chair around - lest you notice something you shouldn't. He turns just enough to glance at you, body still turned to his screens, anything below the hips mostly covered by the blessed shadow of his desk.

“I told you it's fine. Is it comfortable? If you like it, you can just keep it,” he shrugs, trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing. “This shirt is old, and it was nothing special to begin with.”

He lies straight through his teeth, the plain white shirt had been an expensive one - you'd probably just never know because he'd removed the tags long ago, they always pinched his skin. But he didn't mind that, not one bit, no price could pay for the sight before him. The oversized t-shirt went all the way down to just below your ass, covering a third of your thighs. Better yet, it almost swallowed your shorts, and from certain angles, it looked like you were wearing just the t-shirt. Wearing just his t-shirt. Yeah, he didn't mind the price tag.

You look into his eyes for a long second - a stare down Yuta is driven to win, despite the growing discomfort for every moment he had to spend holding his gaze into yours. But it was for a good cause, at least from the point of view of his own selfish desires. When you hum and look down, he holds his breath in anticipation.

“Ah, it is really comfortable,” you trail off, glancing at him again before shrugging, Yuta finally letting go of the breath he was holding. “Guess if you say so, thanks Yuta, you are a lifesaver!”

You cheerfully thank him with a bright smile and a sweet chuckle, stretching your arms above your head before going back to work. Yuta can feel his face burning, and he can only hope it doesn't look as red as it feels. You are too sweet, too cute - and it's not helping at all the sick images running in the back of his mind. Oh, how he wanted to have you sprawled on his bed wearing only that shirt, oh the things he wanted to do.

Fuck, now he could feel his pants straining already. Just as he imagined, this was worse than before - though, it was still a price worth paying to see you in his shirt almost every day. If he could have it his way, you'd only wear his clothes around the apartment anyway.

#yuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #jjk x reader

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rim-draws · 3 months

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Faerûnian Writing Challenge

Day 4 | SFW

Camp chores (more like camp life but well-)

Tav put up the lastest tent in the camp.

“Thanks soldier, for what you did. Honestly, was downright ready to call it quits until you came along!” Karlach punches their arm playfully. It burns.

“Start making it worth it, we’ll be needing as much muscles as we could on the road.” Tav punches back. It burns, again.

Being playful is definitely weird, especially with someone who can take their punch without tumbling while also being on fire.

“You tease! Your little stick arms are enough muscles as it is for the both of us!” Karlach squats their arm with her tail.

Tav flexes their arms for a moment. They’re not that stickly, aren’t they–

“Now, to get to know everyone around camp! Who’s that fella over there? Been out since we got here.” Karlach points towards Wyll’s tent.

Wyll who is still dead.

“Best not to disturb him for now, actually. Haven’t gotten around to that yet.” Didn’t Wyll also mention something about wanting Karlach’s head? Tav could sense a headache already once they revive him.

How long has he been dead?

“Oh Gods, truly, is this the best you could get?” Gale pulls out from Tav’s bag several humanoid limbs. “Have you confirmed what these are?”

“No. Got it from the goblin camp.” Tav throws a few of today’s finds into the camp’s chest, “I forgot they hated us and returned there.”

“A mess we made of them!” Karlach jutted in with great enthusiasm from where she was next to Lae’zel.

“Then we stole the food they were cooking.” Tav unhook their armour, letting it clank on the ground, taking off their shirt.

They’ve all been travelling together long enough to see each other change, bathe or get naked. Except for Halsin and Karlach, Tav supposed, but they’ll get used to it too.

“Though I will say, their blood was downright awful.” Astarion has been continuously rubbing his teeth to get rid of the taste but Tav suspects he might need to skin his tongue for that.

“It was a marvel watching Karlach so… efficiently at work.” Shadowheart has been avoiding eye contact with Karlach ever since the tiefling flexes her muscles and literal steam puffs out of it. Instead she devotes her full attention towards a pile of logs she’s trying to set aflame.

Suddenly, a thought came to Tav. “Hey Karlach, do you think you could set the logs on fire with your engine?” They look a tad too eager.

“I don’t see why not!” Karlach charges towards the logs, her arms scooping them all up. Just as they touch her skin, sparks of ember light up from the sides.

She drops them by Shadowheart who gathered herself enough to start fanning. A fire is made.

“A– er, an ailment can provide much assistance when the need arises.” Halsin commented, his hands frozen in place where he's supposed to put down the bowl and dishes. Unlike Shadowheart who is very openly distracted by Karlach, his eyes were towards Tav's half naked form.

Were they doing something odd?

“Oh wow, that’s one hunk of an elf.” She nudges Tav. Direct skin contact. It burns. “Nice to meet you, I’m Karlach!”

“Halsin, the pleasure is mine.” Halsin smiles, his eyes crinkling by its sides.

“Halsin can turn into a bear.” Tav carried the boxes to place them around the fire, making small chairs and tables. “With really soft furs.” They wiggle their fingers to further express the sentiment.

“Oh my god!!” Karlach’s eyes practically sparkle.

“Glad to see at least someone can relate to our most, say… unpredictable travelling companion.” Astarion shoots a jab their way. Tav kicked up sand towards his face.

“Is nobody concerned we might be committing cannibalism upon eating these unsourced meat?!”

Gale’s cries reached no ears as the sound of crinkling fire and various conversations eases the evening into night.

#bg3ficfeb #bg3 tav #my tav #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 oc #bg3 writing #nonbinary tav #gale dekarios #karlach #shadowheart #halsin silverbough #maybe i should put less tags #im just putting these up for fun whike sleep deprived #o well

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strongsassysexysloane · 1 year

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What You Deserve - Ch. 4

Warnings: Smut. Oh so much smut. Enjoy.

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To your surprise being at home wasn’t as weird as you thought it would be. The little getaway felt like a bubble that you didn’t want to leave but by the time you stepped back into your small but homely townhouse, you let the weekend settle within you and got back into your homely routine.

When you got in the shower after sorting out the laundry and cleaning out the bad smells in the fridge you let your mind wonder back to last night. Smirking to yourself with the images of Emily sinking between your legs, curling your knees over her shoulders as she licked through your folds, making you scream her name. You let your hand make up for her mouth between your legs as the water ran over your body. Your knees buckled with the visions of Emily coming undone under your touch, her hair a beautiful mess amongst the hotel pillows, moaning your name as your fingers hit the perfect spot within her every time and your lips sucking her supple nipple between your teeth, scraping just enough for her to scream under you. You collapsed against the shower wall with the memory of her sucking your fingers clean.

You had to turn the shower cold after that. Taking a moment to wash yourself before stepping out and tackling the rest of your housework. Needless to say, Emily Prentiss had your body and heart wrapped around her perfect fingers.

Because you’d convinced the higher ups to lend you the plane for the weekend, Emily was back at work rather than at home like the rest of the team. She wasn’t at all pleased with that. Reminding you by angrily texting you throughout meetings as to how she was going to rain hell fire down upon you with the amount she was having to kiss ass right now.

‘You are in for a world of pain when I see you next.’ – Received at 4.58pm.

‘That a promise 😉 ‘ – You replied with a smirk yourself, you knew it would make her shake her head and probably head to your place instead of hers after she finished. That was what you were hoping for at least and not an hour later there was a knock at your front door.

She hadn’t been to your place in months, usually you’d spend a Friday night on her couch watching a movie, back when you were just friends. Your heart skipped a beat at the thought that now, now you could have her all the places you’ve ever dreamed about.

“Don’t make me kick your door in.” She grumbled, standing out in the cold with a bag of take out.

You laughed, gathering your thoughts as you unlocked the door. “Thought you were taking your anger out on me, not my poor front door.” Your smirk didn’t falter when you saw her glare but you stepped aside before she knocked you over. Another fantasy to add to the box.

She walked into your place, still very much in work mode until she reached your kitchen. There were candles lit, scattered around your living space and a popped bottle of wine on the counter ready to be poured. She relaxed as your hands wrapped around her waist and she placed the bag of food on your counter. “Don’t think you’re getting away with it that easy. I had back-to-back meetings today, all hours long. One was a budget meeting that you kindly forgot to pass on with that little phone call you had.” Her hand threaded through your hair, her body giving into your touch before she decided to.

You hummed, vaguely remembering the call but you were too distracted with Emily’s bare neck to care about that now. Her body gave her away as your lips found the spot that made her moan, and she did. Your body still hot from the shower earlier.

“Sweetheart…” She sighed as you gripped her tighter, that nickname would always cause a stir in you. “Dinner, then dessert.” It took all her will power to step towards the counter and out of your hold. She laughed at your grumble before your eyes found the food she brought. “You’re still getting punished, it just happens that your favourite meal is also mine.”

You smirked, rounding the counter to get plates and cutlery. She was silent as she served out the food, you poured the wine and took it to the couch. It was too easy, like it had been numerous times before. She plonked herself down, her thigh brushing yours as she handed you dinner. “Thank you, you know you didn’t have to bring over dinner. I could’ve cooked.” Even though there was barely anything edible still in your fridge or pantry.

“I knew you didn’t get a chance to do shopping today, you would’ve complained to me about that so I wanted this and thought I’d kill two birds with one stone.”

“In this scenario, I’m one of the birds right?” You sunk back into the couch, enjoying your meal and company.

She laughed, almost choking on her wine. “As much as I do want to shoot you after today, I couldn’t handle the paperwork that would come after.” Her hand squeezed your thigh.

You feigned hurt by her words but couldn’t hide the snicker. One thing you always loved about Emily was her sense of humour, the bickering between you hadn’t changed and you prayed it never would. “Talking about paperwork… Did you – us come up or...?”

She sighed, placing her wine on the coffee table and turning to face you. “We spoke about the recent case, obviously the added stay at the end. No need to go into detail, it bores me no doubt it’ll put you to sleep, but I did bring it up, yes. As per usual, we are going to be tracked closely, see if it effects our team, there’s a form for you to sign when you come into work tomorrow but other than that its just wait and see.”

It wasn’t what you expected, you didn’t know what to expect but it seemed a lot easier than you thought. You sensed Emily had skipped over the details for your sake. She was good at her job, so you didn’t question it again. Placing a kiss to her lips before you both finished dinner.

The night was easy, neither of you ready to say goodnight as you snuggled on the couch. The movie was almost done when you felt her hands wander. You stretched out, not having moved for over an hour and for her hands to have more space. She moaned into your neck as your legs fell open for her already anticipating her next move. Her fingers slipped into your underwear, teasing you, “Emily…” You moaned as her fingers circled your clit, your body twitching with anticipation. The vibration of her laugh sent shivers down your spine before her fingers slipped inside you without warning. “Fuck.”

“You’re so wet already, baby.” She moaned into your ear, nipping your earlobe. “I should be punishing you but you’re so beautiful I just want to eat you.”

Her words purred and her fingers worked up a slow ready pace. Her thumb teasing your clit as her lips sucked and nipped at your neck. “We can… Fuck…. We can go to my – bed.” You moaned and leant further back into her body.

“In a second, I want you right here first, I’ve wanted to have you on this couch for so long and now… Come for me, baby.” Her thumb and fingers picked up the pace at her words. She felt your body stiffen, your inner walls tighten, her other hand that was wrapped around your middle crept under your shirt, pinching at your nipple and you were gone under her touch.

Your world exploded, her fingers still inside you as she worked you through your orgasm, your body would always be at her mercy. She chuckled as you hissed when she removed her fingers from you. She sucked them clean as you turned around and kissed her. The taste of you had you devouring her mouth. “Come to bed.”

“We have work in the morning.” She groaned as you got up. Not ready to leave your side just yet but you both needed a full night sleep.

“It’s only 10.30pm, I’ll have you well rested, come to bed... I want you in my sheets.”

And you did. She was under you, on top of you, all over you before you could breathe. You screamed her name with her mouth between your legs. Her moan sending you into overdrive, but she didn’t let up. Your bed hadn’t had this much action in forever and you prayed it held up as you flipped her on her back.

“Someone has been doing extra workouts at the gym.” She chuckled as your nipped under her jaw. Sucking and soothing every inch of her divine neck. There would be a turtleneck worn in her future.

“She finally notices.” You nipped her below the ear before traveling south.

Her laughs turned into moans as your tongue circled her nipple. “Sweetheart… I noticed – Oh fuck.”

The nickname made your body serge with desire, sucking her nipple into your mouth not so gently. Your hand squeezing her other breast as her body arched under you. You watched as she lost all her control. Emily Prentiss was the dominant one in the workplace and in the bedroom. Seeing her fall apart just for you, that had your body shivering all over again and it wasn’t because of the wandering hand you felt at your core. “Ah.” You grabbed her wrist, stilling the fingers that were just about to slip inside.

Her smirk turned into a groan, opening her eyes to see her nipple pop out of your mouth as her wrist joined the other one above her head. “I need to –“

“I know, but I need to taste you.” Your lips travelled down her stomach, kissing and sucking every chance you got before your tongue came out and parted her folds. Her body arching as you sucked her clit and then darted down to taste her.

“Mother fu-cker –“ She almost sat up, her body fully under your control and she loved and hated you for it. Not ever wanting to be at the mercy of anyone else ever again but here you were working her to oblivion. Her fingers threaded through your hair and it egged you on, your eyes locked and she fell back into the pillows again.

Seeing her come alive under your touch had you almost coming again. Your core so sensitive that one touch from her and you’d be gone. This feeling would never get old. You could feel her on the edge, your tongue playing with her clit as your fingers found the spot. She screamed, one last pump and she was quivering around you, her thighs squeezing you as you gently pumped her through her orgasm until she fell limp under you.

You climbed up, kissing her stomach, her collarbone before you found her lips, her fingers clawing at your scalp as she kissed you with all the passion she had left.

“You are amazing.” She breathed, letting you collapse on top of her. She held you there, her hands running up and down your back. That was exactly what she needed after today.

Eventually you pushed yourself up, kissing her before making your way to the ensuite. You leant against the doorway looking back as Emily lazily curled up in your sheets. The image imprinted in your brain forever. “Hey.. you coming?”

. .

She was gone by the time you woke up. The space beside you cold but you rolled over and smiled into the pillow. It smelt like her mixed with your conditioner. Last night replaying in your mind as you stretched and picked up your phone.

‘Morning Sweetheart, I didn’t want to wake you. See you at work. You might want to wear a turtle neck.’ Received at 4.38am

The last sentence had you scrambling out of bed and into your bathroom. “Son of a bitch!” You laughed, seeing a big red hickey at the bottom of your neck.

Your morning routine was spent over thinking on how you could get out of work this morning but you knew your boss, Emily, wouldn’t allow it.

‘I hope my handy work did the trick as well.’ You hit send and chucked your phone on the counter as you prepped coffee and your lunch.

Emily got the message as she was driving into work. Getting in ahead of the team as usual. She read it as she parked, laughing remembering all the marks she found on her body as she dressed this morning. ‘Baby, there’s two on my inner thigh and one just above my left tit. Not to mention all the soft pink patches up my neck, I had to wear something conservative too.’ She checked herself in the mirror, making sure the make-up was still covering up her neck.

The text made you warm. Remembering exactly how all of those marks happened.

There was nothing different at work that day, other than signing the form that Emily put on your desk in the morning, everything was as per usual. There wasn’t a case, so you all finished up your reports. A few teases thrown your way but you gave them right back.

Emily kept to her office. You went up after lunch, your excuse to hand in the form. “Knock, knock.”

“Come in, Agent..” Her smirk ready as you stepped up to her desk. “Anything I can help with?”

Your eyes trained on her collar; she had unbuttoned the top two buttons after her meetings this morning. “Just came up to give you this.” You bit your inner lip as you handed over the form, leaning down on her desk.

“That move only works on me if you weren’t wearing a turtleneck, Ho-ney.” She shifted in her chair, playing with her collar, moving it so you could see the mark.

Your eyes darting from her mouth to the mark. You looked over your shoulder, checking that no one was near the door left ajar. “You know how much I want to wipe that wicked smirk off your lips and…” You stopped yourself, watching her shift with your words, pressing together her thighs.

She had made a point to her outfit this morning. Her shirt was buttoned up but paired it with a skirt. Emily’s wicked grin got bigger when your words faltered as she crossed her legs. “Didn’t have a chance to do my laundry, had to go commando today. Shouldn’t have kept me up so late last night, Agent.”

Your knees almost gave out. There was playing dirty and then there was Emily Prentiss playing dirty. “Jesus, Em.” You stumbled back and found the chair.

She took mercy on you, picking up the form and putting it in a folder on her desk. “How’s the rest of the reports going?”

“Fine, almost done. No new case?” It was so easy how you two could be almost ready to devour each other and in the next second talk about work. Although your body still wanted to push her up against a wall and find out if she was really going commando under that very tight skirt.

The rest of the afternoon was slow. You kept a safe distance the rest of the afternoon. Not even saying goodbye to her as you left for the evening. God knows if you went back into her office again, alone, things would happen and you’d be absolutely fired from the FBI.

You weren’t home long before a text came through. Sighing you got up and picked up your go bag.

‘Wheels up in an hour.’ Received at 6.18pm

‘Be there in 30, need anything? A spare change of underwear?’ Sent at 6.21pm

She laughed, reading your text as she packed her go bag. ‘ 😉 See you soon, Beautiful. I hear someone has to share a room. Unsure who I would want to bunk up… any ideas?’

You smiled, going around checking everything was locked up. Letting her sit for a moment before you replied. ‘Ask Morgan, he hasn’t shared in a while.’ It was meant as a tease.

‘Oh, ok. Everything ok?’ Emily faltered, replaying everything that happened in the office today. Maybe she was too unprofessional today, unsure on how far she could push you in the office. She knew how far she could push you in the bedroom.

‘Everything is fine. I’m only teasing. He’ll only use our new found connection as an excuse that he shouldn’t have to share with Reid ever again. Plus, I like the way you snore.’

Oh, she was going to punish you for that one. ‘Very funny, you’re the one that snores. Your little snorts are adorable btw.’

‘Liar. I’m going to be late now. Hold the plane or stop texting me.’

It wasn’t a long flight, thankfully. Everyone was tired and by the time you landed it was well past all your bedtimes. Well your old bed time. No one said anything when Emily dished out the room keys to the hotel and said to meet in the lobby at 8am ready to head into the local station all well rested.

Derek gave you a smirk as you waited behind for Emily. She hadn’t handed you a key.

“Guess you are bunking with me, Agent.” She smirked and you tried your best to play it cool. She was still in that tight ass skirt.

“Only if I get to find out what’s under that skirt.” You whispered as she walked past, she faltered but only for your eyes.

It turned out she was telling the truth and she did pay you back for calling her out on her snoring. Making you beg for it; you weren’t above begging when Emily Prentiss was between your legs. You failed to see how it was a punishment.

“Mmm I should go commando more often.” She rose above you, kissing your neck as you came back to earth.

Your hands roamed up her thighs, pinching your ass. “Only if it ends with you sitting on my face.” Her eyes snapped to yours, dark with desire as her thigh twitched.

“I haven’t –“ She felt you pull, and she couldn’t deny it. Her core already dripping at the thought.

She smothered you, hesitantly at first but when you worked your tongue into her centre, she couldn’t help but ground down. The pressure caused you to moan and her body was on fire.

“Fuck baby…” Her hands gripping the bed head, knuckles white when your nose bumped her clit.

Your hands squeezed her ass, tugging her impossibly closer until she was fully sitting on your face. Her thighs started to tremble as you picked up the pace. You pumped your tongue into her and finding exactly the spot that sends her wild. She ground down when your tongue hit it and you chuckled, causing her to hiss at the sensation. The feeling of her sitting on your was consuming in all the right ways, hearing her lose control had you almost coming. Brushing your nose against her clit every time and you could feel her thighs stiffen, her inner walls constrict around your tongue and your groaned.

She held in a scream, knowing the whole hotel would hear her. “Yes, right – Fuck, FUCK!” She ground her hips in time with your tongue and she was gone.

You held onto you, drinking her in. Her thighs squeezing your face, quivering as your tongue worked her through every wave and aftershock. You forgot about breathing with her sitting on your face, moaning as her juices dribbled down your chin. She ground down in retaliation before rising slightly to give you some air. Her legs still jelly in your arms.

Eventually she found her legs again and shifted down you body. Both of your groaning at the lack of contact.

Her eyes glazed over, cheeks still pink and sweat glistening her features. “You… are amazing!” She kissed her cum off your face and collapsed on top of you.

You held onto her, neither of you ready to move. The cool air made her shiver, and she reached back to cover you both in a blanket. You fell asleep like that, her wrapped in your arms.

. . . .

#emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss wlw #emilyprentiss #emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss x reader

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bamnamuu · 8 months

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1. i see him in my dreams

warnings: swearing, threatening to push people out of cars

(not proof read)

We have orientation today. It's nothing special mostly just ‘blah blah blah’ , they split us up into groups the games and ticket people are with yeonjun and then everyone else is with soobin, I believe I wasn't exactly paying attention, how could I Jake was standing like six feet away from me, he looked better than I remember. I'm lost in my own daydream until beomgyu speaks up beside me.

‘’ y/n?’’

‘’Humh’’ I turned to face him.

‘’ I just said I'm gonna head over to heesung’’ he said.

‘’ .. Good luck!’’ I said with a smile.

‘’ why, we’re just looking around the park?’’ he was

‘’cause you're going to be with kai!’’ smiling as I was turning away, I hear him mutter something under his breath. My group had left me, so I had to run to catch up. Bumping into lily, we started talking. It's all nice and breezy until we reach our destination. The ticket booth,

‘’Do you think they'll drag me back here if I start running?’’

‘’ They might not but, I would’’

‘’ lil I heard that one summer, two girls were working and they got locked in and died!’’

‘’Did Taehyun tell you that one too?’’

‘’Yeah, unfortunately, he also called me a lobster!’’ I finished my sentence and face lily, she was making a face like she was trying to hold in her laugh, before completely breaking.

Too much time passes and we have gone over the basics like ‘take money give a ticket and repeat’, pretty simple, its that hard, but it’s extremely hot luckily yeonjun left the booth door open so we get some wind, then they bring out the yellow uniforms and send us on our way.

‘’ Oh I forgot about the mic’s, there are two on and off buttons, one for in the booth, one for outside. It's better to just leave the outside one at all times!’’ yeonjun said as he re-entered the booth and showed us how to use the mics before kicking us out and locking the booth.

‘’ where's soob?’’ lily said as we caught up with Beomgyu and yunjin.

‘’ he has to stay back and do important work things’’ Yunjin brings her hands up to make air quotations.

‘’ soo who wants to get boba?’’ lily shrieks in my ear, and everyone starts running back to the gyus' car.

Beomgyu had agreed to drive all of us besides kai to work. I don’t know why our huening kai is an angel, with saying that Beomgyu threatened to push me out of the moving car.

‘’ beomgyu can we not threaten our friends first thing in the morning?’’

‘’yunjin it's 11:00 am, also no I will threaten my friends when they're wrong’’ he's glaring at me through the rearview mirror i can feel it, but i decide I don't care, cause I'm in a sharpie-smelling car with my friends, also if he does push me out of the car i will make him pay my hospital bills, i move up in my seat and grab the aux chord that attached to gyus phone and play music until we make to our destination and start work.

Taehyun's tips have been working, or at least his last one, because I haven't been able to think all day. It's that busy, but where our booth is located, I get to see a small view of Jake and Beomgyu handing out mini fishing poles to kids, but that fun is ruined when the glare of the sun blocks my view. Lily and I have been crushing the shit out of our jobs and only been a couple of days. As I handed a ticket to the last person in line, I look to Lily.

‘’I'm gonna go on break now, Do you think you can handle this beast all by yourself?’’ pointing at the empty line, she tells me she's all good and to enjoy the wind, and I leave. I take my time walking to the staff lounge since there’s a nice cold breeze, passing beomgyu’s booth, and a bunch of screaming kids i get to the door and sit down on one of the bright green chairs, while putting my headphones on i hear someone enter the room, looking up from my phone i see jake staring at me.

“y/n right?”

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Synopsis: Y/N and her friends all wind up working at the same amusement park for the entire summer. It just so happens that her longtime crush, Jake Sim, is working at the same park with his friends. Unfortunately for Jake, his ex-girlfriend Yoona has planned to make her way back into his life, so his friends bring up the idea of having a fake girlfriend so that Yoona will leave him alone, and his eyes just so happen to land on the girl in the ticketing booth.

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nix-fics · 9 months

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Rocket's Little Girl

I don't think there's anything to mark as a tw-

Chapter Three

When the group had made it to their ship, each being had gone to their respective rooms and After getting the woman a change of clothes, Rocket took Phoenix to the main area.

He had then explained how his group had crashed on this planet after they forgot to make a pitstop for gas, How the crew was now looking for little jobs here and there and how they were the Guardians of the Galaxy.

“I got somethin’ I need to work on in the engine room and it gets hot as heck in there so you're welcome to check out everywhere else here on the ship. ” he stated, hopping off of his chair. “ It's good to have you back, Kid. ”

A small smile spread across the woman’s face, “ It's good to be back.” she admitted.

Rocket padded out the door, but not before Phoenix caught a toothy grin spread across his furry face.

“Oh, Yeah!” he stuck his head back in the room, “There's another person here, Nebula. She's a real charmer. Don't piss her off. And stay away from Quill. And if you need anythin’ let me know.”

Phoenix chuckled quietly, the racoon was never one for being sentimental.

Being alone now, Phoenix’s eyes swept over the messy room.

There was a layer of grime on many of the pipes. It also covered the walls and she didn't even look at the floors. The smell of alcohol and engine grease were the only smells she could distinguish.

“ Makes sense, It’s mostly a bunch of guys living on one small ship. Of course it was a disaster.” she snorted to herself.

Peeking out of the room she could hear a clunking and beeping coming from far below her feet. Taking a breath she stepped into the hallway. The ship wasn't as stuffy as she expected, cold oxygen filled her lungs. But the hallways were dark and small, putting her on edge slightly.

“Yeah, I'll just stick in here.” Phoenix mumbled to herself, not wanting to have a second episode today.

Turning back to the cockpit, the woman stepped back to the windows. Unfortunately because of her unawareness she didn't see the divot on the floor until it was too late.

Her ungraceful flailing resulted in a loud crash that rang through the ship, jarring her head and making her bite the tip of her tongue.

Phoenix winced at the flaring pain in her joints and mouth.

" I hope no one heard that." She muttered tersely at her ignorant exploration. Slowly standing up and rubbing her knees and elbows trying to soothe the sting, she kicked at the divot. As if to get payback on the inanimate object.

Looking around once more, she noticed a stack of crates along the wall next to her crash landing area, a flash of orange deep within caught her eye.

Crouching down, Phoenix placed her hand on the side of the bin. The metal chilled her scarred fingers. Despite how warm it was in the room, the woman felt a shiver run down her spine.

The orange object was hidden away under quite a bit of rubble. But soon enough, after moving the countless batteries, blasters, and miscellaneous out of the way, she could safely pull out the strange contraption.

It was some sort of foam piece attached to a few wires, the wires seemed to be buried deeper beneath more junk so, Phoenix kept digging. Her interest grew with every piece of trash moved from the crate.

Reaching her treasure she pulled out a blue box with buttons.

She sounded out the word, tracing her fingers over the letters printed by the little window.

“Saw-ney?” she sounded out, silently wondering how to pronounce the strange word.

" Actually, it's Sony. But good try." A voice from the doorway made the woman jump and drop the box on her lap.

Phoenix whipped her head around to see Quill leaning against the frame staring at her, she felt as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn't be doing. Until she realized he had spoken to her and was expecting a response.

" Right, thank you, Quill" She bowed her head hoping the man might go away.

Incoming footsteps shot that wish right out of the sky. Phoenix stayed completely silent as Quill sat down next to her.

" So, d'you know how to use that? "

The woman looked at the leather-clad space pirate in confusion " not really?" She said it as more of a question than an answer.

The man laughed. It wasn't a loud guffaw, it was warm and caring and Phoenix found herself becoming more and more entranced by it.

" well. if you want?" Quill was looking at her expectantly.

" Crap. What did he say" She thought wildly. She had gotten too lost in the sound of his voice to notice that he had been talking to her.

" Oh, um. I- sorry. Well, That sounds interesting… "

Quill's grin made her feel as if there were a hundred butterflies in her stomach but that wasn't the weirdest part.

The weirdest part was that she actually enjoyed them. That was, until, Quill breached into her personal space, she yanked her arm back ready to punch him while backing up in alarm.

……

Peter could tell the woman hadn't been paying full attention when he was talking, most females didn't and he was okay with that.

Unfortunately, this chick could kill at least three people in a matter of fifteen seconds and she now was very ready to make that list four, it seemed.

"WOAH, Listen!" Peter put his hands up, surrendering to not escalate the situation. " I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? I'm just showing you what these do."

He saw Phoenix's eyes flashing between him and the headphones

"Just put your hand down. I'm not in any condition to attack you sitting on the floor here anyways. Actually-" Peter put the headphones in front of Phoenix. " You can put those on yourself. "

Lowering the clenched fist, the woman glanced down at the speakers in suspicion,

" What do they do exactly?"

Peter stared at the brunette in disbelief. " They're headphones. You listen with 'em… Aren't you from Terra? "

The woman scoffed " I'm no longer from anywhere. I live where I chose, Quill. "

Peter rolls his eyes " God, are all Terran women this full of sass?" He quipped internally.

"Listen, just put the dang headphones on so I can show you the coolest thing literally ever. " He ordered, thrusting the headphones onto Phoenix's lap.

He grabbed his walkman and opened it up checking which one of his tapes were in.

Awesome Mix Vol. 2

"Perfect. She looks like she'll know these." He thought giddily.

It had been quite a bit of time since he met someone who appreciated music like he did and finally popping the tape in, he turned to Phoenix.

"You ready?" He asked, his eyes sparkling with joy.

……..

She held the headphones on her ears waiting for whatever it was Quill was going to do.

A quiet melody drifted through her ears before gaining volume and quickening its tempo.

' Listen baby, ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough baby-'

Phoenix's eyes widened with excitement, she knew this song. She had no idea how, but it was familiar. Every note was perfectly sung, the horns were surrounding her, the crash of the symbols gave her chills. she couldn't remember the words but the melody was embedded in her brain like concrete. The world slipped away, the smelly ship, the leather-clad man in front of her, even the sunlight through the window felt different as the song played.

Humming along quietly, the woman had forgotten that she wasn't alone and soon enough was brought back to reality. Glancing up, obviously embarrassed that she had completely spaced out

Phoenix's eyes caught Quill's and a small smile graced his face in response. She slowly removed the headphones.

"So… ?" The leather-clad man asked expectantly, as if daring her to say something against the song.

Phoenix let out a genuine chuckle "I really loved that song way back. I don't remember why exactly but thank you For sharing with me, Quill."

" Aw! Hell yeah. It's a classic. Of course I would show it to you! You're the only other human I've met for quite a long time out here-" Quill rambled on animatedly, waving his hands around for extra effects.

Phoenix couldn't help but be taken back at his openness. She was never that open with others and others were never that open with her. "It wasn't an issue, it was her lifestyle." She would repeat to herself. But then here came this music loving space man who completely turned her day upside-down.

Phoenix chewed the inside of her lip lost in thought.

A snap in front of her face bright her back to reality.

"So, spacing out seems to be a thing for you." Quill smirked at her rosy cheeks.

Phoenix fiddled with the headphones in front of her, setting them to the side she replied slowly

" Sorry… I'm honestly not used to having long conversations with anyone really. It can be a waste of time with a lot of people… " Phoenix looked down at her lap self-consciously. Playing with the hem of her shirt, her head was panicking.

"Why did I say that… I shouldn't have said that.. He probably thinks I'm talking about him.."

Quill got strangely quiet at her proclamation. He placed the walkman by his side and straightened his posture " It's not a waste of time. Everyone needs somebody." He stated firmly. Although his expression told a different story. It was almost as if he agreed with her.

Phoenix felt extremely guilty at this, she obviously brought up something he would rather not talk about and she barely knew the guy.

The atmosphere felt awkwardly quiet now. Phoenix fumbled with the headphones before setting them in front of Quill. He took them and messed with the contraption before opening his mouth.

But instead of Quill's cocky tone, a deep, sonorous voice cut off the leather-clad man.

“Oh! I do hope I'm not interrupting anything.” Thor chuckled, stepping into the room.

Phoenix breathed out a sigh of relief at the god's arrival. Hopefully she could find an excuse to get out of this embarrassing encounter.

“Nope, yeah. No. Of course not.” the woman rambled while stumbling to her feet.

Quill was still silent, as he stood he seemed to be weighed down. The change in personality was a complete difference, like day and night.

“Quail, I think the Rabbit is in need of assistance.” Thor announced while 'Quail' rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well. First off, it's Quill. And second, Did he ask for help? ” Phoenix could feel the opposite energies from the men clashing like oil and water.

“Yes, that's what I said. And of course! That's why I came to find you! ” The god's cheer-y attitude seemed to agitate Quill even more and he stormed out of the room muttering curses under his breath.

Phoenix let out the breath of air she was holding and fiddled with the hem of her shirt. The god kept walking to the windows of the cockpit and slumped down in one of the seats.

“I hope he wasn’t making you uncomfortable, ah, feel free to take a seat,” he motioned to the seat across the aisle.

“Thank you. ” She quickly sat in the squishy leather seat “ No, I think I just said the wrong thing. He was being quite nice. ”

Thor gave the woman a look of concern, before hunching forwards to rest his elbow on his knees. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“Don't judge Quill too quickly, he lost a great deal and-... You do know about Thanos and the saving the world thing..? ” he questioned tentatively.

Phoenix shook her head, confused at his hesitant tone. She hasn't heard of her old planet needing saving. “what's a Thanos? When was Terra or in danger?”

Thor froze, she could see the bears turning in his head. “Maybe trying to find a way to explain?” she thought to herself.

“Where to start… ” the god mumbled under his breath. “ Well, a huge purple guy came down to earth and he had these powerful stones, super powerful, and all together he could erase half of all living things. He wanted to balance the universe and he did, he beat all of us and some lost more than others. ” he took a breath, it seemed he was trying to keep control of his emotions which made Phoenix's heart ache, this poor man had lost a lot more than what he let on. She was sure of it.

“Everyone who was dusted came back in the end though, Those who didn't come back were killed by Thanos himself. Quill lost his partner, The earth lost three of its mightiest heroes, I lost my brother, and Nebula lost her sister. ” Thor had his head ducked to hide, what Phoenix assumed were, unfallen tears. The thought of these kind people losing so much made her eyes water, she sniffled slightly which seemed to remind Thor of what he was doing and he quickly wiped his eyes and straightened up.

“So! You know, a few people are gone but we're learning to live with it. They will always be here in our hearts.” He ended with a saddened tone, a tone that betrayed the loss and grief he had dealt with.

The man was in such a vulnerable state that Phoenix couldn't help but reach out to place a hand on his shoulder. The amount of emotion swirling through Phoenix's heart was overwhelming. She hurt for this man, she barely knew him but he immediately broke down her walls and was crying with her within hours of them meeting.

She knew what it was like to be alone, to wish someone were still there. How that heavy feeling pulls oneself down till you can't even imagine what happiness feels like.

“I'm so sorry,” she whispered, pacing her hands in her lap. “I have an idea of what you're feeling and I know it's draining and hollowing but it gets better. ”

Thor looked at her, with a bittersweet smile “Thank you. I'm sure it will, I'm sorry that you've had to bear the same weight. ”

Phoenix let out a small smile, before turning to the windows in front of them “Thank you.”

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, staring out the windshield at the planet in front of them. The dust and faint noise of the city was still noticeable through the glass.

The peaceful silence was broken by a question that made Phoenix tense.

“Do you mind if I ask what happened to you? ”

She swallowed thickly “I'd rather not talk about it. It's something I'd rather leave behind. I've been working on starting over again and thinking about it isn't going to make any changes in my life right now."

“Of course, you shouldn't feel pressured for something like that. ” he replied consolingly while nodding his head.

Phoenix let out the breath she was holding, She felt at ease with this man. He was pleasant to talk to and was extremely welcoming.

“Please God, higher power, source energy, whatever you want to be called. Please help me make this group work. I really would love to stay… ”

#peter quill #starlord x reader #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon #groot #gotg3 #gotg vol 3 #gamora #nebula #space travel #drax the destroyer

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nix-rose · 1 year

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Rockets Little Girl (CHAPTER 3)

When the group had made it to their ship, each being had gone to their respective rooms and ater getting the woman a change of clothes, Rocket took Phoenix to the main area.

He then explained how his group had crashed on this planet after they forgot to make a pitstop for gas and how the crew was now looking for little jobs here and there and how they were the Guardians of the Galaxy.

“I got somethin’ I need to work on in the engine room and it gets hot as heck in there so you're welcome to check out everywhere else here on the ship,” he stated, hopping off of his chair. “It's good to have you back, Kid. ”

A small smile spread across the woman’s face. “It's good to be back,” she admitted.

Rocket padded out the door, but not before Phoenix caught a toothy grin spread across his furry face.

“Oh, yeah!” He stuck his head back in the room, “There's another person here, Nebula. She's a real charmer. Don't piss her off. And stay away from Quill. And if you need anythin’ let me know.”

The woman chuckled quietly, the racoon was never one for being sentimental.

A few minutes passed.

Being alone now, Phoenix’s eyes swept over the messy room.

There was a layer of grime on many of the pipes. It also covered the walls and she didn't even look at the floors. The smell of alcohol and engine grease were the only smells she could distinguish.

Makes sense, it’s mostly a bunch of guys living on one small ship. Of course it was a disaster. She snorted to herself.

Peeking out of the room she could hear a clunking and beeping coming from far below her feet. Taking a breath, she stepped into the hallway. The ship wasn't as stuffy as she expected, cold oxygen filled her lungs. But the hallways were dark and small, putting her on edge slightly.

“Yeah, I'll just stick in here.” Phoenix mumbled to herself, not wanting to have a second episode today.

Turning back to the cockpit, the woman stepped back to the windows. Unfortunately, because of her unawareness she didn't see the divot on the floor until it was too late.

Her ungraceful flailing resulted in a loud crash that rang through the ship, jarring her head and making her bite the tip of her tongue.

Phoenix winced at the flaring pain in her joints and mouth.

"I hope no one heard that," she muttered tersely at her ignorant exploration. Slowly standing up and rubbing her knees and elbows trying to soothe the sting, she kicked at the divot. As if to get payback on the inanimate object.

Looking around once more, she noticed a stack of crates along the wall next to her crash landing area, a flash of orange deep within caught her eye.

Crouching down, Phoenix placed her hand on the side of the bin. The metal chilled her scarred fingers. Despite how warm it was in the room, the woman felt a shiver run down her spine.

Reaching her treasure she pulled out a blue box with buttons.

She sounded out the word, tracing her fingers over the letters printed by the little window.

“Saw-ney?” she sounded out, silently wondering how to pronounce the strange word.

"Actually, it's Sony. But good try." A voice from the doorway made the woman jump and drop the box on her lap.

"Right, thank you, Quill." She bowed her head, hoping the man might go away.

Incoming footsteps shot that wish right out of the sky. Phoenix stayed completely silent as Quill sat down next to her.

"So, d'you know how to use that? "

The woman looked at the leather-clad space pirate in confusion. "Not really?" She said it as more of a question than an answer.

The man laughed. It wasn't a loud guffaw, it was warm and caring and Phoenix found herself becoming more and more entranced by it.

"Well, if you want?" Quill was looking at her expectantly.

Crap. What did he say, she thought wildly. She had gotten too lost in the sound of his voice to notice that he had been talking to her.

"Oh, um. I- sorry. Well, that sounds interesting… "

Quill's grin made her feel as if there were a hundred butterflies in her stomach but that wasn't the weirdest part.

The weirdest part was that she actually enjoyed them. That was, until, Quill breached into her personal space, she yanked her arm back ready to punch him while backing up in alarm.

……

Peter could tell the woman hadn't been paying full attention when he was talking, most women didn't and he was okay with that.

Unfortunately, this chick could kill at least three people in a matter of fifteen seconds and she now was very ready to make that list four, it seemed.

"WOAH, Listen!" Peter put his hands up, surrendering to not escalate the situation. "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? I'm just showing you what these do."

He saw Phoenix's eyes flashing between him and the headphones

"Just put your hand down. I'm not in any condition to attack you sitting on the floor here anyways. Actually-" Peter put the headphones in front of Phoenix. "You can put those on yourself."

Lowering the clenched fist, the woman glanced down at the speakers in suspicion,

"What do they do exactly?"

Peter stared at the brunette in disbelief. "They're headphones. You listen with 'em… Aren't you from Terra? "

The woman scoffed. "I'm no longer from anywhere. I live where I chose, Quill."

Peter rolled his eyes. God, are all Terran women this full of sass? he quipped internally.

"Listen, just put the dang headphones on so I can show you the coolest thing literally ever." Quill ordered, thrusting the headphones onto Phoenix's lap.

He grabbed his walkman and opened it up checking which one of his tapes were in.

Awesome Mix Vol. 1

Perfect. She looks like she'll know these. He thought giddily.

It had been quite a bit of time since he met someone who appreciated music like he did and finally popping the tape in, he turned to Phoenix.

"You ready?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with joy.

……..

She held the headphones on her ears waiting for whatever it was Quill was going to do.

A quiet melody drifted through her ears before gaining volume and quickening its tempo.

'Listen baby, ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough baby-'

Phoenix's eyes widened with excitement, she knew this song. She had no idea how, but it was familiar. Every note was perfectly sung, the horns were surrounding her, the crash of the symbols gave her chills. She couldn't remember the words but the melody was embedded in her brain like concrete. The world slipped away, the smelly ship, the leather-clad man in front of her, even the sunlight through the window felt different as the song played.

Humming along quietly, the woman had forgotten that she wasn't alone and soon enough was brought back to reality. Glancing up, obviously embarrassed that she had completely spaced out

Phoenix's eyes caught Quill's and a small smile graced his face in response. She slowly removed the headphones.

"So…?" The leather-clad man asked expectantly, as if daring her to say something against the song.

Phoenix let out a genuine chuckle "I really loved that song way back. I don't remember why exactly. But thank you for sharing with me, Quill."

"Aw! Hell yeah. It's a classic. Of course I would show it to you! You're the only other human I've met for quite a long time out here-" Quill rambled on animatedly, waving his hands around for extra effects.

Phoenix couldn't help but be taken back at his openness. She was never that open with others and others were never that open with her. It wasn't an issue, it was her lifestyle. She would repeat to herself. But then here came this music loving space man who completely turned her day upside-down.

Phoenix chewed the inside of her lip lost in thought.

A snap in front of her face bright her back to reality.

"So, spacing out seems to be a thing for you." Quill smirked at her rosy cheeks.

Phoenix fiddled with the headphones in front of her, setting them to the side she replied slowly

"Sorry… I'm honestly not used to having long conversations with anyone really. It can be a waste of time with a lot of people…" Phoenix looked down at her lap self-consciously. Playing with the hem of her shirt, her head was panicking.

Why did I say that… I shouldn't have said that.. He probably thinks I'm talking about him…

Quill got strangely quiet at her proclamation. He placed the walkman by his side and straightened his posture. “It's not a waste of time. Everyone needs somebody." He stated firmly. Although his expression told a different story. It was almost as if he agreed with her.

Phoenix felt extremely guilty at this, she obviously brought up something he would rather not talk about and she barely knew the guy.

The atmosphere felt awkwardly quiet now. Phoenix fumbled with the headphones before setting them in front of Quill. He took them and messed with the contraption before opening his mouth.

But instead of Quill's cocky tone, a deep, sonorous voice cut off the leather-clad man.

“Oh! I do hope I'm not interrupting anything.” Thor chuckled, stepping into the room.

Phoenix breathed out a sigh of relief at the god's arrival. Hopefully she could find an excuse to get out of this embarrassing encounter.

“Nope, yeah. No. Of course not,” the woman rambled while stumbling to her feet.

Quill was still silent, as he stood he seemed to be weighed down. The change in personality was a complete difference, like day and night.

“Quail, I think the Rabbit is in need of assistance.” Thor announced while 'Quail' rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well. First off, it's Quill. And second, did he ask for help?” Phoenix could feel the opposite energies from the men clashing like oil and water.

“Yes, that's what I said. And of course! That's why I came to find you!” The god's cheer-y attitude seemed to agitate Quill even more and he stormed out of the room muttering curses under his breath.

Phoenix let out the breath of air she was holding and fiddled with the hem of her shirt. The god kept walking to the windows of the cockpit and slumped down in one of the seats.

“I hope he wasn’t making you uncomfortable, ah, feel free to take a seat,” he motioned to the seat across the aisle.

“Thank you.” She quickly sat in the squishy leather seat. “No, I think I just said the wrong thing. He was being quite nice. ”

Thor gave the woman a look of concern, before hunching forwards to rest his elbow on his knees. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“Don't judge Quill too quickly, he lost a great deal and-...You do know about Thanos and the saving the world thing..?” he questioned tentatively.

Phoenix shook her head, confused at his hesitant tone. She hasn't heard of her old planet needing saving. “What's a Thanos? When was Terra or in danger?”

Thor froze, she could see the gears turning in his head. Maybe trying to find a way to explain? she thought to herself.

“Where to start… ” the god mumbled under his breath. “Well, a huge purple guy came down to earth and he had these powerful stones, super powerful, and all together he could erase half of all living things. He wanted to balance the universe and he did, he beat all of us and some lost more than others“ He took a breath, it seemed he was trying to keep control of his emotions which made Phoenix's heart ache, this poor man had lost a lot more than what he let on. She was sure of it.

“Everyone who was dusted came back in the end though. Those who didn't come back were killed by Thanos himself. Quill lost his partner, the earth lost three of its mightiest heroes, I lost my brother, and Nebula lost her sister.” Thor had his head ducked to hide, what Phoenix assumed were, unfallen tears. The thought of these kind people losing so much made her eyes water, she sniffled slightly which seemed to remind Thor of what he was doing and he quickly wiped his eyes and straightened up.

She knew what it was like to be alone, to wish someone were still there. How that heavy feeling pulls oneself down till you can't even imagine what happiness feels like.

“I'm so sorry,” she whispered, placing her hands in her lap. “I have an idea of what you're feeling and I know it's draining and hollowing but it gets better. ”

Thor looked at her, with a bittersweet smile “Thank you. I'm sure it will. I'm sorry that you've had to bear the same weight. ”

Phoenix let out a small smile, before turning to the windows in front of them. “Thank you.”

The two sat in silence for a few minutes, staring out the windshield at the planet in front of them. The dust and faint noise of the city was still noticeable through the glass.

The peaceful silence was broken by a question that made Phoenix tense.

“Do you mind if I ask what happened to you? ”

She swallowed thickly. “I'd rather not talk about it. It's something I'd rather leave behind. I've been working on starting over again and thinking about it isn't going to make any changes in my life right now."

“Of course, you shouldn't feel pressured for something like that,” he replied consolingly while nodding his head.

Phoenix let out the breath she was holding. She felt at ease with this man. He was pleasant to talk to and was extremely welcoming.

Please God, higher power, source energy, whatever you want to be called. Please help me make this group work. I really would love to stay…

#star lord #gamora #guardians of the galaxy #drax the destroyer #rocket racoon and groot #rocket raccoon #peter quill #spoilers for gotg holiday special #part 3 #ocxpeter quill #thor #finnick odair #cinna #thg #marvel #mcu #rocket is a caring racoon #we love thor

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winderlylandchime · 6 months

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1/2 We are finally at 4x11!! I’m sorry that I’m only now back in your inbox but unfortunately i am on a straight mans schedule lol. He also had a few rough days with his recovery this week so he’s just now getting back to his normal self (no joke, the doctor actually said to him ‘i can tell youre not okay because you haven’t said anything about that guy yet.’ So im glad to know that’s the way to test him now) and because he’s been feeling like shit until today, he was rewatching old episodes to feel “comfort”. Anyway: The episode starts with Drew refusing to do the shoot ‘ohhhh Brian looks good. I forgot about the early 2000s and everyone wearing popped collars that was fun, i should bring that back. so Drew is being a little bitch? Imagine telling Brian that youre shy in just your underwear. (The scene cuts to everyone in their underwear and the man is dying out of laugher) this is something only Brian would come up with. I fucking love this. Only Brian Kinney’ ‘I don’t know how I feel about Emmett and Drew. I hate the idea of Emy being kept a secret. My baby deserves better’ Lindsay and Sam just came on tv ‘FUCK NO! I FORGOT ABOUT THIS SHIT. Can he fuck off and can she…i dont know do something else besides piss me off?’ The whole time he’s watching the Linds/Sam scene with a grossed out expression on his face. Like he smelled something really bad. And we are at the Linds and Brian scene ‘shes CRYING ABOUT IT TO BRIAN?! It makes no sense and it makes all the sense but its funny because she also judges Brian at times. THEY FUCKED?! Why would Brian ever fuck her? Or any woman? Is that why she has such a weird crush on him? Are they learning about bisexuality? (brian says that one line) wait what? What do you mean not at the same time? I thought thats the whole bi schtick’ ‘michael as a dad is actually fun. I like him like this. HUNTER IS DATING?! Oh my god! Who’s the lucky guy? HUNTER HAS A BOYFRIEND’ and we are at the scene where Em and Deb go to the ball ‘ohhhhh girl you look beautiful! Carl, come on dump that girl and go back to Debbie! Now I want them back’ ‘Why are there bikes all over the club? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is Liberty Ride? JUSTIN SHOWED HIS DICK FOR A THOUSAND DOLLARS! THIS IS THE MAN I LOVE! Why are Melanie and Ben always in the center of events and being in charge? Whats up with that? *looks at me all happily* this one time i got a medal for participating in a marathon because i accidentally joined them when i missed my path. So i could totally do this ride. THERES BRIAN! Ha, Brian hates this charity money dude. So does he hate anyone that thinks theyre better than him OR can he read people really well (Melanie comes up to ask if Brian is bothering that guy) can she fuck off? This is the type of shit that pisses me the fuck off about her.’ THE HUNTER BEING WITH A GIRL SCENE IS UP!!!! ‘Is that hunter? GET IT BOY! Finally he is being a teenager and making out with boys in a car safely for free…*said in a most shocking voice ever* GIRLS?! SHES A GIRLS?! Isnt he gay? Wait what? Is he bi? Is it a parallel with Lindsay like they both figure out theyre bi? (The girls says shes given blowjob twice) you cant tell me that a part of him isn’t fighting the urge to offer tips’ *pauses tv just as Mel and Linds are on screen* ‘ugh. Hey, how come Justin never worked with Lindsay at the gallery? Wouldn’t that make sense? Like him getting a job at a gallery would be fun. Basically what I’m saying is throw this whole Lindsay and that creep storyline away and give me Blondie making art’ ‘ITS BRIAN! He looks much more healthier. Looks like the radiation stopped kicking his ass or did they forget about that plot? *leans back and puts his hands behind his head* Brian IS thee most successful gay business man. Oh this dude really wants money. I don’t trust him. *looks at me* and yes, it is because Brian doesn’t trust him. Fuck this guy, he has no clue who he’s fucking with. DESTROY HIM BRIAN’

I’m sorry to hear he’s not been doing well! Watching comfort episodes of a show is legit a fan response to feeling under the weather.

Brian coming up with everyone being in the underwear is 100% hilarious and also something that would not ever happen today. Can you imagine, in 2023, the Me Too response to that scene?

“I hate the idea of Emy being kept a secret” I think he’s going to appreciate that Peter is gay.

Also, ughhhh that scene “not at the same time” like bisexuality exists and the biphobia on this show is so strong that rather than have Lindsay be bi, they turned her into a terrible person.

HA! And Hunter could have been bi too. There could have been an entire bisexuality story arc involving Lindsay and Hunter but the writers were cowards. Maybe he can write a fanfic about it!

He will get his way in S5 when Justin has a show at Lindsay’s gallery… and maybe he will wish he never asked about Justin being involved with Lindsay’s gallery. That turtleneck gives me violinist flashbacks.

I love the JUSTIN SHOWED HIS DICK FOR A THOUSAND DOLLARS, THIS IS THE MAN THAT I LOVE. And DESTROY HIM BRIAN.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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cuteteacakes · 2 years

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Piers x trans!Raihan 18+ juicy lemon

I was given permission to post my commission for @gerard-ways-left-nut so under the cut is some super spicy juicy lemon this is your warning (also ugh I don’t think I’m gonna tag P.okemon because this is VERY adult):

The sun was well into the Galarian sky when Raihan knocked on Piers’s studio apartment door. There was no answer. He knocked again, growing impatient. Still no answer. Rainhan crossed his arms over his chest. He knew Piers had retired from being a gym leader, but had he really gotten this lazy? Come on!

He kicked the door open with a bang.

“Rise and shine, you goth fairy!”

Apart from the light streaming in through the door, the blackout curtains cast the room in shadows. Not that this was a surprise for the ex-Dark Pokemon gym leader, but wasn’t this a little overkill? Raihan squinted and scanned the room. It was surprisingly tidy, at least from the entryway. There was a lump on a mattress in the corner that shifted and groaned. Bingo.

Raihan stepped inside, closed the door, and strode over to the bed lump. “Rise and shine, princess!”

The “princess” grunted, “Don’t you know what time it is?”

Raihan sat on the corner of the bed near Piers’s foot lumps and began to twirl one of his fingers around it. “It’s two in the afternoon, babe. I’ve been waiting for you all morning. We were going to the movies, remember?”

There was a sudden rustling and Piers sat up groggily. His hair was in disarray and falling in front of his face in a way that Raihan found extremely attractive. “Fuck, really? I’m sorry, I uh… forgot we planned that today.”

Raihan cocked an eyebrow. “You forgot?”

Piers nodded and fell back into his bed with a loud oof that made Raihan bounce. “Sorry.”

Raihan blew air through his nose. This guy… “That’s not gonna cut it.”

“I said I was sorry.”

Why was Piers being so… blah about the whole thing? Wasn’t he the one that suggested this date in the first place? And Raihan was planning on giving him a handjob while they were in the theater too! Stupid dark emo fairy boy… with his hot mussy hair and his gravelly morning voice that itched all the right places… Raihan licked his lips. Damn if he wasn't getting turned on by all of this…

“I’ll forgive you on one condition…”

A grunt in the form of a question. At least he hadn’t fallen back asleep. Raihan stood, only to lie on his stomach and straddle the bedded man’s legs.

The grunt turned into a gasp.

“Raihan, what-”

“Oh, now you’re paying attention?”

Piers must be getting just as turned on if straddling his legs made such a sound. Raihan began to slide his hand up the other’s leg. Piers let out a moan.

“Wait, Raihan, i-if you keep doing that-”

“Doing what? I’m just feeling where you are under all those blankets.”

Piers whined and put a hand to his mouth. “Sh-shut up.”

Raihan smirked. “Oh, what a face you’re making! Hold on-” He moved and fell forward so his head was up near his boyfriend’s. “Say cheese~”

He had his Rotam phone in his hand, ready for a selfie. Piers shook his head quickly and tried to push Raihan’s hand away. Raihan couldn’t help giggling and kissed Piers’s cheek, which only made the man blush more and hide his face. “You’re being a tease…” he mumbled through his fingers.

“And you’re cute, you know that?” Raihan kissed the top of Piers’s fingers. “In a sexy sort of way…” He took one of those fingers and began to suck on it, slipping the digit between his lips and running his tongue around the skin. It got a moan out of the other, which was better than only a gasp, it meant he was getting into it now. Perfect. Raihan moaned onto the finger himself, his hips rocking against Piers’s side. He wanted him so bad…

He popped the finger out of his mouth, “Piers…”

Piers’s breath was coming in heavier pants now. “Y-yeah…? What is it?”

Oh, like he didn’t know.

Raihan reached down and cupped the one lump he had been ignoring up until now. Piers sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“I want you so bad, Piers. And from the feel of it you want me too…” Raihan chuckled and gave the lump a gentle squeeze. He could feel it twitching in his grasp. Raihan smiled and began stroking it slowly. “You know what? I was totally going to do this at the movies, but… I guess I could do it here too…” He squeezed the tip. “We won’t get kicked out of your apartment for doing lewd things, right?”

Piers could only moan in response. Was he already…? No, no, no, not now. Raihan wouldn’t have it. He sat up and threw off the covers. Piers’s boxers were tented, and a small stain of precum was already darkening at the tip. Piers blushed even harder and turned his head away.

“Embarrassed?” Raihan chuckled. “You were half asleep a couple minutes ago…” He hooked a finger under the rim of Piers’s boxers and tugged on it. “Come on, let me see~”

Piers bit at his lip as Raihan tugged the boxers down past his hips. Raihan whistled.

“You’re so turned on already! And I haven’t even done anything yet!”

“Says the one who’s been touching me and sucking my fingers…” Piers mumbled. He couldn’t say much more though, because Raihan was pressing his lips around the tip already. He cast his gaze up to Piers as he slid his head down painfully slow, making sure to feel every little twitch and throb within his mouth. Not to mention those delicious moans were turning him on just as much. As one hand held the base of Piers’s cock and his head began to bob, his other hand slipped under his pants to tease and touch himself. Shit, he was so wet already…

“R-Raihan…”

Raihan glanced up. Oh, what a sight… Piers from this angle and this expression was something else. That blush, those hot pants, the knitted eyebrows and string of drool… Raihan held that gaze as he bobbed his head. He wrapped his tongue around the cock, making sure his mouth held every inch up to the base. He held it there, humming against that sensitive skin until he had to breathe. He slid his head back just as painstakingly slow, eyes never breaking the contact with Piers.

Once he reached the tip, he hummed and let Piers’s cock slide out with a small pop. “Take my shirt off,” Raihan cooed. Piers whined and meekly reached over, missing the other by inches but making no effort to sit up. Raihan rolled his eyes. “You big baby..” He didn’t want to stop pleasuring Piers (or himself for that matter), but god damn if these clothes weren’t getting in the way. Raihan sat up and let go, straddling Piers’s lap with his throbbing dick nestled between his thighs. Just watching it made Raihan even more turned on. He wanted that inside him… but not before blowing Piers’s mind with his mouth.

Raihan quickly slipped off his shirt and already his nipples were hard. Freeing them of the fabric helped a little, but he needed Piers’s hands on him too. He reached down and grabbed them. The other glanced down at him with his face still rapt with pleasure.

“Touch me.” Raihan brought the hands to his chest and his hard nipples. Even with Piers not moving or fondling them, his nubs were so sensitive. Raihan let out a soft moan himself. He started grinding his hips into the other’s, the friction sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. “God… dammit… I’m going to ride you into the ground when I’m through with you…”

Piers audibly gulped. “Is it okay if I-...” His hands trembled like they wanted to fondle Raihan’s chest but held back. Raihan’s grip tightened.

“Would I be holding them here if I didn’t? I’ll say it again slower.” He leaned down, nearly pressing his chest in Piers’s face. “Touch. Me. Now.”

Piers nodded and gripped Raihan’s chest. His thumbs fondled Raihan’s nipples, pinching them lightly, and Raihan groaned in pleasure.

“I-is that okay?” Piers asked. “I’m not hurting you?”

“Piers,” Raihan moaned. “It’s been two years already, you can squeeze them as much as you want.”

“But I-”

“Do it!”

Piers pinched harder, and the pleasure Raihan felt shoot through his body was almost too much. Almost. He needed to get out of these stupid pants now too. He needed Piers.

“Oh god, that feels so good-!” Raihan leaned down to kiss Piers’s lips before pushing himself lower again. He grabbed onto Piers’s cock and ran his tongue up the shaft. Piers’s hands trembled, slipping from Raihan’s chest. He better hurry up with this blowjob if he wanted Piers’s hands all over him again. He held firmly and spat onto the top, the pearl of saliva catching on the slit and running slowly down. Raihan put his lips to the top again. He pushed down with a loud slurp which got a very nice sound from his boyfriend. He did it again, slurping as he pulled up and making sure to get it nice and wet. Suddenly he felt fingers in his hair. Raihan hummed around the shaft, pushing back down as far as he could go. The grip on his hair tightened. He felt Piers push his head down, and Raihan didn’t resist. In fact he closed his eyes and moaned softly around it, feeling the length pulse and twitch in his mouth.

Piers’s grip on Raihan’s hair tightened more, and he began to move his head faster. The hot skin pulsing in his mouth twitched and stiffened. Piers let out a moan, “Sh-shit, Raihan, I’m-!”

Raihan pulled back quickly, a string of saliva and precum connecting his tongue with Piers’s cock. “Wait, don’t cum yet.”

Raihan slipped out of his shorts as fast as he could and pulled down his boxers. He straddled Piers, putting one of his palms on the other’s chest and positioning the cock to his cunt.

“What about a condom-” Piers started but gasped as Raihan slid easily down onto him. He let out a shudder and his hands instantly grabbed onto Raihan’s hips. “F-fuck you’re so wet already…”

Raihan sighed, his head falling back. “I wanted you to eat me out too, but you’re being so lazy I got impatient…” He leaned forward, placing both hands on Piers’s chest now. He raised his hips, moaning as he did, and slammed them down.

“You’re so big-!” Raihan purred.

“You’re so tight-” Piers cussed.

“Only for you, big guy~” Raihan continued to move his hips, grinding his pussy against Piers’s cock. Piers tightened his grip on Raihan’s hips, his fingers digging into the surprisingly soft flesh. He began to bounce Raihan on his cock, making him whine, “No fair, I wanted to be in control-” before he was silenced by a loud moan as Piers’s length hit a deep spot. That sent him over the edge, crying out in pleasure as he came. His pussy tightened and gushed, soaking the bed sheets. Raihan sighed in relief. That orgasm was a long time coming, and it felt so good. But Piers was still thrusting his hips up into him, even after he just came and was still sensitive. His hands began to tremble and his arms were having a harder time holding himself up on top.

Piers noticed. “H-hey,” he panted. “You look like you’re about to fall over. Want to switch places?”.

Raihan laughed breathlessly. “What, and have Mr. Snorlax try and top me? Yeah right-!!”

Raihan squeaked as Piers suddenly grabbed his wrists and flipped him on his back. He let out a soft “oof” and was about to tease Piers again for being so stubborn when he noticed the look in his eyes. Piers definitely wasn’t the half-asleep baby he was fifteen minutes ago. Raihan bit his lip.

“So? What’re you gonna do to me, hm? You have me like this now, I’m still exhausted from cumming, I’m basically defenseless…” He feigned a swoon. “Oh, big and handsome Dark Trainer, what are you going to do to me~?”

Raihan was shut up with a rough kiss. Piers bit down on his lip and pinched his nipples, hard. Raihan saw stars. He didn’t realize that Piers was still buried inside him until the other began moving his hips again and the stars came back.

“P-Piers-! Wait, I-I’m still sensitive-!”

Piers wouldn’t hear any of it. He took Raihan’s legs and held them both over his head while his hips rhythmically continued slamming into him. Raihan’s voice was beginning to fail him, mere whimpers coming out of his mouth as his pussy was being overstimulated. Piers was going so deep… having his legs over his head definitely wasn’t helping. Neither were those hot grunts Piers was making. Raihan was pushed further back on the bed each thrust, his tongue hanging out as he panted and tried to cry out Piers’s name. What switch had been flipped here? Whatever it was, Raihan wasn’t complaining (not that could anyway).

He gasped, feeling his foot grabbed and Piers’s tongue wrap around one of his toes. Footplay now too? Raihan’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he came again. His whole body shook with the orgasm and he squeezed tightly around Piers’s cock. Piers hissed through his teeth.

“Sh-shit, I’m close…”

Now he’s close? And here Raihan already came twice already! He gazed at Piers through half-lidded eyes, and took one of his hands, slipping a finger into his mouth. If Piers wanted to do the foot thing, two could play at that game. He moaned softly, wrapping his tongue still coated in saliva and precum around the digit. It curled inside his mouth at the same time Piers let out another moan. Raihan could feel the other throb and twitch inside him. He was so hot too…

One final slap of skin, one final thrust, and Piers came inside of Raihan. Raihan felt the hot seed shoot up inside him and he took it all with a satisfied sigh. Yes he was still very sensitive, but now they both were. Raihan wiggled his hips to help Piers ride out his orgasm, which the other responded with a few more lazy thrusts. He dropped his hands from Raihan’s legs and kissed along one calf.

“Oh, now you’re being all sweet?” Raihan teased. He made a grabbing motion with his hands, and Piers collapsed into the other’s arms. He began stroking the long black and white hair. “That was better than any movie anyway~” he purred, and kissed the top of Piers’s head.

Piers just grunted in response, “Yeah but now we’re a mess…” They were still connected too, the smell of sex heavy in the air. “Want to shower?”

“Mmm… not yet. I want to feel you inside me a little longer,” Raihan hummed. He patted Piers’s head. “Wait, I have an idea that doesn’t involve us leaving the bed~”

“Mmm?”

“But it does involve you getting off of me..” Raihan chuckled when Piers made no attempt to.

“Too tired…” he said.

Raihan rolled his eyes. “Too bad, I was going to suggest doing a 69 and cleaning each other up if you know what I mean- oof-!”

Piers was suddenly up on his elbows. “Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Let’s do it.” He leaned down and kissed Raihan, so much lazier than when he was biting at his lip a few minutes ago. He slowly slid out, and both of them whined at the feeling of being emptied.

“Turn around and let me clean you up,” Raihan said, letting out a gasp as Piers moved. Apparently while they weren’t connected by their bodies anymore, their juices wanted to stay joined. Raihan tensed his pelvis and felt the cum seep out. Ah, but Piers’s ass was in his face now, cock limp and covered in semen and his own fluids. Raihan took it gently and kissed it. He felt Piers put his lips to his pussy too, tongue spreading the lips and pushing in. Raihan moaned around the cock which made Piers moan into his pussy.

Ah, careful, I’m still sensitive… Raihan thought as he slurped up as much cum as he could. He wondered if Piers was thinking the same thing, because his cock twitched in his mouth. Raihan craned his neck and tried to swallow the whole length. He gagged a little, which made Piers pant heavily. Shit, were they both going to come… again…? Raihan felt like he was every time Piers pushed his tongue deeper into his pussy. He could feel that heat building in his belly, threatening to overflow. If he kept up the teasing…

He suddenly felt Piers flick his clit with his tongue, and a wave of pleasure shot up his body again. He moaned around Piers’s length, which made the man only continue to tease his clit, flicking it, slurping it, kissing it, even, oh god, biting it!

Raihan cried out and came for a third time, his body tensing and trembling. Piers’s breathing sped up too and his length grew harder. He came into Raihan’s mouth, hot ropes of semen shooting down his throat. They both collapsed onto each other, gasping and panting. So much for cleaning each other off…

They stayed like that for a few minutes, each feeling the warmth and heat of the other. What an afternoon. Raihan lifted his arm and wiped the cum off his face.

“Sorry about that…” Piers mumbled by his feet.

Raihan chuckled. “You’re a lot stronger than I gave you credit for.”

Raihan could hear Piers lick his lips. “You’re not half bad for second best either, you know…”

“Second best?” Raihan felt his ears grow hot despite being spent. “What’s that supposed to mean? Who’s number one then?”

“Leon of course-!” Piers’s voice was cut off by a pillow being thrown at his face. “I meant in the Pokemon League! You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had!”

“I better be!”

#long post cw #writing commission #gerardwaysleftnut #flesh on flesh {n s f w}#lemon #citrus

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captainsspnanon · 1 year

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C2E65 - Chases and Trees - rewatch

Columbo or Critical Role….Columbo or Critical Role…. I think Critical Role, tonight!

We got some more good travel coming our way, and then we head into one of the few dungeon crawls of the campaign. The crawls can be hit or miss with me, but I remember really enjoying this one a LOT, so I’m hoping it holds up on the second watch!

I forgot the nonsense that this DnD Beyond campaign turned into XD How many more bits of this do we have? I know we’ve at least got the reversal reveal that it was actually Sam, the master debater bit, and then the closing statements bit where Liam goes full movie-i-can’t-remember-the-name-of. Do we have more than those four? (not counting the results at the live show, and then the reveal of the actual ‘presidency’)

Aww, Ashley being “I’ll take first watch” and going like anybody? Anybody? Ready to RP please but I need someone to RP with!

Jester says maybe Yasha was a rock star during her memory loss!! How much longer til the bone harp? I feel like that’s AAAAGES away, but oh what a payoff to a throwaway bit! WAIT JESTER EVEN SUGGESTS THAT SHE PLAYED A HARP

Ugh, the details of the Fields are so visceral and beautiful, it feels so ALIVE and REAL. The creature scratching it’s back on one of the barbs, the dried out shell of the tortoise providing shelter and for them to explore, JUST SO GOOD. I am trying to be a bit analytical of why this feels more alive to me than stuff from C3 – even though C3 gets plenty of detail, and I’m honestly not sure? I know that Matt had collaborators in designing the continent for C3, maybe he feels more set by what was created by other and not as free to improv, whereas C2 he was basically the sole creator and thus could improv whatever he wanted? Because let’s be real, we’ve gotten plenty of lovely descriptions of stuff in C3, but I tend to find details slipping from my mind. Eh, it’s probably like Zadash. Zadash had a ton of stuff described at the beginning, but by the end of the campaign, Zadash was just the Gentleman’s and Pumat’s and that was it. (realistically, it’s probably also because I started with C2 so that will likely always be my favorite and my ‘best’, the same way that people who started with C1 tend to talk about how C2 wasn’t anywhere near as good, and people who are starting with C3 are talking about how C2 is so hard to get into XD. 90% + of the time, your first will be your favorite, IMO.)

(brain going brrrrrr….time to switch to columbo)

(it’s like two weeks later now. I can watch the first episode of season 4 of Columbo, or head into CR. Think I’m feeling CR today!)

(wait I’m less than 45 minutes into the episode, what. I thought I got further than this. Shame on me!)

It’s within the past few episodes that Jester has really started to notice and become disappointed with Nott’s frequent drinking. I believe it started when Nott felt she had to be drunk to confront Yeza, and has only steadily worsened from there. I like how Laura has taken this and progressed it very slowly, to reach a boiling point on this trip with her taking the flask. (I also appreciate that Laura mentions later in Talks that this is a very bad way to actually deal with alcoholism in real life, but this is a dnd game so bad decisions ahoy!)

I’m a bit sad I spoiled this fight for myself. I didn’t use the critrolestats heavily when I was first watching C2, so this time around I’ve been going through all the monster analysis and such. Which means that I will click forwards until I get to the next blog post relevant for the episode, skipping the media references/jokes as that’s not my particular interest. As such, I saw the post for the gloomstalker fight and literally went “don’t they just find the tree and the roc? What gloomstalkers?”. And now, here they are! Kicking myself just a bit as I genuinely would have been surprised when this occurred, especially as there is the tension of ‘you see a shape’, ‘you can tell the shape is the big creature, but lying down’, ‘the creature appears to be dead’, ‘there are dark blobs that are on the creature OH THEY’RE MOVING’ like – I would have completely fell for the tension! As I’m sure I did the first time I watched.

Fucking SAM. This giant goofball throwing out tactical plays when you least expect it! Oddly, the moment of having the illusory moorbounder and rider falling behind the group? It feels much more like Sam doing it than Nott doing it, to me. Perhaps this is a reason that I’ve struggled with Nott a bit. Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but she’s sort of the last on my list (excluding the Tealeafs), and I couldn’t figure out why. With this, I think I’ve got it now. When Nott does something clever such as this, I’ve been attributing it to Sam, rather than the PC. Travis does something clever? That was Fjord. Marisha putting pieces together? It’s Beau. Liam making big moves? Caleb has nerves of steel when he needs it! Sam making an awesome play? Good job, Sam. *shakes head at myself* THAT has been some damn stupid bias on my part, and I’m not even sure why I’ve done that! I need to readjust my thinking. NOTT is the one who made the illusion of the moorbounder. NOTT is the one who had the illusion fall behind, to distract the gloomstalkers. Not Sam, NOTT.

….I’m SO disappointed in myself that just that realization is having me go ‘oh wow, Nott is so much smarter than I gave her credit for!’ WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.

Okay, in at least some fairness to myself, this is actually a consistent struggle that I have with all of Sam’s PCs. Sam in some ways has the Dimension 20 style of play – improv comedian going for the joke no matter what. And while I am fully enjoying Dimension 20, I do not in any way get as invested in the PCs as I do with CR, and it’s because the players are always Visible. At CR, there are a lot of times where you actually forget you’re watching the players because the PCs take the forefront and it’s just like watching them as if they were in full costume and makeup – so to speak. In D20, the players are at the forefront with all the jokes and references (as well as their style of play and interactions with the DM and other players). (also let me be clear, this is not WRONG. It’s just different, I thoroughly enjoy both CR and D20!) Sam is frequently the member at the CR table where it feels like Sam is forefront, and his PC is less visible. I have this issue with Scanlan, with Tary, with Fresh Cut Grass, as well as with Nott. And it does mean that I give at least some of the PCs less credit than they deserve (Tary and Nott for the most part. Mainly because Scanlan IS a joke deliberately for the first chunk of C1.) I doubt this realization will change things overall for me, but hopefully now I can be aware of it more!

(last bit on this topic – but this also techincally plays along with the stats, with Nott currently having the second highest INT at the table until Beau gets her headband. Nott IS the second smartest, she just displays it in different ways than Beau and Caleb, and she’s also heavily self-deprecating and robs herself of a lot of her own talents)

I really enjoyed the first part of the combat being non-standard (I canNOT think of the word I want to use right now) with no rolling of initiative, but still respecting the essential balance of turns. Of course, there is something delightful with all three moorbounders failing their con saves, and then moving this into a more classical combat encounter.

This seems to be around the time where Matt has started using HDYWTDT more regularly, which I’m mixed feelings on. With the last battle and this, there were multiple assailants, and each one got the HDYWTDT. While I appreciate having the more detailed descriptions from the players knowing it’s the death blow, there still is something very exciting having the last (or the most important) opponent be the sole HDYWTDT in a combat. Even though the question serves the same purpose regardless of who it’s for (provide flavor for the finishing move), there’s the level of ‘yay killed the guy’ and ‘HOLY CRAP WE DID IT OMG WE WON’. That’s the downside of it become a catchprase of kinds, I guess. Instead of just being a utility statement, it becomes a Thing, and then when it’s used for it’s utility purposes, the Thing feels like it’s being cheapened.

Lol I like that it’s been so long, Liam/Caleb forgot he could cast dancing lights under a rag.

OH GOD THIS IS THE SILLY STRING!!!! in honor of liam and laura’s birthday – yup, that makes sense. Fricken chaos twins

I do like how they immediately call Travis out for being the first to fire, but we all know it’s Liam. Liam is pure chaos, but in just a different way that people tend not to think of him as chaos.

I feel like I eventually need to watch a supercut of all Essek moments, just because every time I hear Matt speak as Essek I always think it sounds wrong, which means that I don’t know what I even think Essek actually sounds like! Either way, I still wonder why Essek says that they’re doing him proud by making it to the Arbor Exemplar. It doesn’t seem to feel right, either with Essek deep in deception mode, or Essek slowly warming up to them. Perhaps just related to the fact that Essek told the Bright Queen that he trusts their capabilities, and the fact that they’ve made it there is proving him right.

Caleb asking Nott if she wants to sleep with vulture!Frumpkin tonight, my HEART. It really is quite obvious how Caleb shows affection through Frumpkin, and then every moment is just seeing it more clearly.

The beauty of the Wildmother reaching Fjord and saving him from the Uk’otoa dream is two-fold. Thee-fold. The first is just the imagery and knowledge that the Wildmother is reaching out to help Fjord, that she is giving him the opportunity to be better than he is and not feel the need to remain with Uk’otoa just for the powers he provides (or at least, the start of Fjord’s journey with this). The second is the rest of the cast reacting as Matt narrates. And the last is the beauty that you can only see with a rewatch after you’ve watched the Talks, where Travis says he though Matt was referring to Fjord’s mother rather than the Wildmother. Travis/Fjord’s face in this scene – the widening of his eyes, the slight hint of a smile – with that knowledge, adds a level of tenderness, longing, wistfulness…..just a soft subtle moment from a misunderstanding that genuinely leads to a much more beautiful moment.

Considering I had much more of a remembrance of a blow up in regards to Tori, I think I completely missed the aspect of this story going over Beau’s self-deprecation and lack of confidence. She really was so put down when she was with her family. She gets bailed out of jail, and because of that she thinks that Tori hates her forever, to the point where she’s reluctant/scared to try to find her again because she expects Tori to punch her in the face? For something that wasn’t in her control? Either Marisha discusses what she thinks would happen later on down the line, or my brain just added more into it – feelings about being a ‘rich kid’ able to be bailed out, the fact that Tori wasn’t bailed out as well, etc. etc. But in the end, in the truth, there’s a lot more assumptions of feelings by Beau than her taking the time to find out the true feelings that Tori may have had, which parallels quite nicely with Beau’s overall arc and character growth by the end of the campaign.

“I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you a lot.” OOOF. I thought this was from WAY later in the campaign, by around the time they were almost dating! This early?? And also, right before Obann takes her away??????? That is a sucker-punch to the GUT. And for Beau to hear that, and then less than a week later have Yasha ‘betray’ the group?? No wonder she got so defensive so quickly. UGH THESE TWO.

(for the record, Beau’s also in her Jester crush stage at the moment, and has been for a bit though I’m not sure where to pinpoint the start of it, but while it’s a fun pairing, it was never one that I really shipped. Mostly because Jester really has been so singularly focused on her interest in Fjord, but also because the Beau and Jester dynamic to me has always felt more of a fast bonding friendship – with the roommates and silly conversations and deep conversations and opening up your heart. If it had become the canon ship I wouldn’t have felt that it came out of nowhere, but I feel like it would have required a solid chunk of roleplay from Laura to smoothly transition from Fjord feels to Beau feels. With Beau and Yasha, yeah it’s awkward and stilted and uncomfortable at times, but it feels like there’s been mutual interest from the start, even if the interest was more shallow or superficial. Ashley did confirm in the wrap up that Yasha did go to brothels, so it’s not like she didn’t let herself have any interest outside Zuala, just that I think she shied away from any romantic interest for the longest time.)

Out of the 69 total recorded rolls for Frumpkin for perception on critrolestats, he averages either a 12.8 or a 13 depending on if I made a mistake in my calculation or not (there’s either 68 or 69 perception rolls and I can’t be assed to go through a second time). There are a lot of high rolls in there, but also a lot of low rolls. Still, it’s above average! I’m team Give Frumpkin Credit. XD

Beau running up this tree is so fucking badass I can’t even. I was shocked the first time I went into dnd forums and saw people shitting on monks and saying monks were bad because my experience of monks was BEAU BEING FUCKING AWESOME.

Honestly? This climbing section would be a great introductory scene for someone for either considering getting into critical role, or wondering what dnd can be like. You’ve got 1) showing off the skills of a class via Beau not needing to roll to run up the tree, 2) showing off the mechanics of the game by having Fjord and Jester roll, 3) showing off how failing the game can work by Jester falling on a nat 1, versus just clinging to the tree and not increasing on a 9, 4) showing off how you can play with a failure by Fjord using thunder step and Nott and Caleb using feather fall to save Jester from the nat 1, 5) showing off how roleplay is involved with Jester coming up with in game reasons for not being able to progress (her hands are sweaty because she fell, she’s nervous!), 6) showing off how the DM is in control but still will play by the rules, but can also change adjustments on the fly, and then 7) showing off how even if you’re not involved in the scene you can still have fun with Caleb making the decision afterwards to polymorph, and Caduceus reacting to each thunder step damaging the tree.

Liam’s eagle cry is reminding me of a flut-flut from jak and daxter. ...*goes to check voice credits* nope not him okay never mind

OMG when Beau jumps from the tree Marisha does the EXACT SAME ARM MOVEMENTS as the Keyleth cliffjump!!

I totally forgot that the actual roc was there because I only remember the bit about the roc baby, but now I’m vaguely remembering. Don’t they polymorph it and it keeps attacking Jester? Like as a baby bird or baby bat or something?

#critical role #the mighty nein #cr c2 rewatch #reminder that these posts may contain spoilers for all of C1 and C2

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Warning: No warnings just a soppy lovable Mav, mentions of death.

@worldofheroes @helloitstsyu @love2write2626 @elenavampire21

All roads lead back home

It was a cold rainy morning slowly getting out of bed and changing into your baggy joggers and massive top gun hoodie.

You’d taken a few days off to help Carol to look after Bradley whilst Nick (aka goose) went off to do a mission with the others.

Not only were you Nick’s sister you happened to be dating the one guy you had a crush on ever since the day Nick forgot his wallet you went to the hanger and got talking with Mav.

From that day on you two were inseparable either Mav was hanging out watching movies in your bedroom or you were down helping mav fix his bike or an old plane for his next project.

Then the worst earth shattering news was delivered by Mav thee one person you loved and trusted broke your heart.

you and little Bradley were having thee most amazing fun you were spinning Bradley round pretending to make him fly, slowly putting him down and saying it was snack time.

you’d stepped into the kitchen and heard carol wallowing out as if she was in dyer pain running through to stand by her.

But Mav stopped you and just looked completely lost and numb.

“Carol what’s wrong wait Mav where’s goose why’s my baby brother not bragging about how ace the mission went, please please oh no don’t please don’t no no” that’s when you’re whole world and life exploded into tiny little pieces slowly right then you’re leg’s decided to give way and you fell.

Sweet innocent little Bradley came running and straight into your arms he was only 4 years old and looked at his mom then to you.

“Why du you wook upset did daddy nick your favot sweetie don’t cry” he then gave you a little kiss on the cheek and ran to his mom.

That whole night neither you, Mav or Carol went to sleep little Bradley was fast asleep in his plane shaped bed you, goose and mav made.

They both tried to make you eat or have a nap Mav also tried to give you a cuddle that’s when you automatically looked emotionally broken but anger with rage began hitting and slapping and yelling at Mav until you screamed in pain.

Carol felt numb angry upset she wondered if she’d be a good mom to Bradley she’d eventually one day tell him about why or where daddy is.

she felt lost because not only did she loose a husband Carol had to watch you go through the emotional and heartbreaking pain of losing your one and only brother and felt broken for Mav loosing the best and probably only friend who could put up with his deadly stupid flying but his so called brother too, she couldn’t sense and hoped yours and Mav relationship would still hang on strong.

A few days you’ve been slowly grieving the loss of goose you and Mav both sadly and emotionally decided to split and go separate ways. You told cane you wanted a transfer to another aviation school that was the last time you’d see Bradley, Carol and Mav and your close Aviator friends.

Fast forward to 30 years, you’ve grown up age 28 and you’re now working as an aviation instructor and a part time bartender helping out your bestest friend Penny at the local beach bar you’d become an auntie figure to her daughter Amelia.

One day you were heading to give your lecture on today’s task to your aviation class a familiar voice shouted your name.

“Auntie y/n what you do here thought you’d be off traveling the world, you’re an instructor please tell me you ain’t my teacher that’s weird me taking orders from you”. Bradley was happy to see you after so long and was feeling hurt that he’d lost both his parents.

You spun round and shakes your head and playfully hit him on the chest them pulled him in for a hug and pulled back.

“Oi roosty watch it I may not be your instructor but i can still kick your arse as your auntie maybe see you later at the hard deck, roost please be safe your the only family I’ve got left and I promised your mum I’d look after you and besides I don’t want your dad coming down and haunting my ass.”

Bradley gave you one last big cuddle and headed to his lecture turning happily and began walking to your classroom for today’s lecture when you suddenly froze and looked around but couldn’t see anything but you instantly knew that familiar bike engine snapping out you quickly went to hide behind a hangers doors hoping mav wouldn’t spot you.

Mav had arrived to give his new team of budding aviators the lesson for today and how to be a skilled and professional pilot, he was dreading bumping into Bradley because after that day you packed up transfers and moved Bradley was blaming Mav for breaking his auntie’s heart.

Walking past the Hangar doors Mav could have sworn he smelt your favourite perfume the one you’d always asked for birthdays and Christmas presents. He shook his head and knew you had moved away and that was it nobody knew exactly where you were. Sneakily walking round the corner and hiding Mav waited for a bit hopefully to see whoever was hiding from him.

After checking your watch and deciding the coast was clear you stepped out and took about 10 steps back you heard another distincted voice and froze.

Mav turned round the wall and he had a shocked and surprised expression he wasn’t sure if this was a dream then he remembered smelling your perfume.

“Y/U What are you doing here thought I’d never get the chance to see how things went and how’d your doing from grieving the loss of goose, the day we broke up hurt so so bad then I find out the day of our final mission you transferred and moved away after that no texts, calls or letters it’s almost like you disappeared.”

You’d turned around but fought the urge to look at him just kept staring at your trainers yelling in your head for god sake look at him

Slowly lifting your head up and faced Maverick your heart fluttered and breathe went hitched hard to tear your eyes off him.

Could this still be the same maverick from childhood the one person she loved and trusted the person that told her news that shattered her heart but no he looked different not younger, cockier, a player that people had spread around. He look handsome ,gorgeous ,fit, muscular, and very very mature.

“Wow Mav is that you, i didn’t know you were a instructor so are admiral or still captain, I can’t believe how different and amazing you look certainly changed from the boyfriend I knew before so are you like living here, did you begin dating after me, see you still have that damn scary bike”.

Mav laughed and walked to stand closer and he softly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and stroked his thumb across your cheek.

“Yeah I’m still captain apparently admiral cane wanted someone who knew how to fly planes and to discuss mission training and the daily practice and progress, I could say your still beautiful, stunning girlfriend from before.”

“to answer the dating question it’ll be a no always dreamt we’d try and rekindle our relationship but I had absolutely no idea where you’d go and oi that bike is a magnificent part of my life you never used to complain on our romantic bike ride.”

“Y/n what are you doing tonight if you’re not weirded out or shocked to see me pop up again we can grab a drink at the hard deck some of the class will be there.”

Suddenly getting a little shiver down your spine when Mav stroked your cheek surprised to realise this was the same Mav you loved and lost, feeling extreme relief when he said he was dating nobody and that he was thinking about rekindling the relationship you smiled and laughed about his freaking bike.

“Mav I’m sorry for just upping and leaving yours and roost life but I had to get a way clear my head deal with the constant nightmares of not being able to save goose or me screaming awake because In the nightmare you’d both die.”

“ Mav I’ve thought nothing but us this whole time I’d come here and secretly hope we’d both do this bump into each other, hard deck of course you’ll see me tonight happen to also work there with Penny but if all goes well i might let you take me on a ride on your so called magnificent piece of your life the bike.”

Mav really didn’t want to let you leave to scared that you being here there was a dream. He smiled and arranged to try and talk during your shift.

Both of you headed off to start your lectures today you and Mav were grinning and thinking about each other during their lessons.

After coming to the end of training you both dismissed class and you changed into your jeans and a crop top and started walking to the hard deck. Walking in and being’s helping Penny out.

“So y/n how was today’s lesson any of them take leadership and follow instructions, have you seen or spoken to Mav since you came back. He really really did miss you y/n.”

You’re busy putting cans of soda into the fridge and stands up and faces Penny smiling.

Penny shakes her head and laughs whilst putting glasses away.

“Okay missy what’s got you all giddy did somebody bump into a certain Captain today what about Bradley does he know your moving back”

You’re nodding along and feels happy to finally be back home sad goose is there for getting big brother’s opinions on love life.

“Yes penny Bradley does know I’m back we had a conversation this morning and I apologised for quickly packing up and leaving and i did bump into Mav we have been chatting and catching up, I’m meeting him for a drink after my shift finishes.”

Penny laughs and begins putting money in the till when Chelsea walked in and stood leaning against the bar.

“Hey y/n, Penny so want me to start now or wait until the younger pilots are slowly coming in.”

You face penny with a confused look then back to Chelsea.

“Penn I thought my shift was tonight and Chelsea was working tomorrow because I asked for the day off hopefully be with mav”.

Penny grabbed your jacket and smiled and handed Chelsea her apron.

“Yeah y/n your shift was tonight but I called Chelsea in so you and Mav could have some alone time and properly have a catch up and please get back with Mav ,you both are so cute together.”

Later that night the hard deck was packed full of regulars and the new aviators.

Rooster and hangman fighting over their pool turns. Phoenix glances over to you waving and gives you a thumbs up for good luck.

You’re sat in a quiet booth and Mav arrives with a beer and a wine then sits right next to you and awkwardly takes a sip of beer then turns and admires you.

“So y/n how was your training class today please tell me you and the others were safe, I’m sorry for being the worst boyfriend and avoiding you when I could see you and Carol were in pain to for goose and what did I do hide away in my room blaming myself and thinking you were also blaming me.”

You feel yourself tearing up and think back to that horrible day when nobody in the room had to say anything you had a sense your funny annoying pain in the ass brother wouldn’t be stepping through that door.

Take a sip of wine and shaking your head.

“Hey Mav I promise me and the team we always watch out for each other we’re a little family. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell you have nothing to be sorry for and you are definitely not the worst boyfriend,

I don’t blame you because deep down me and Carol knew you were grieving for the loss of a friend and a close brother.”

You’re both facing and admiring each other when you cupped his cheeks and softly kissed him and he pulled you in tightly still kissing but quietly whispering.

“Does this mean I finally get my favourite girl back to stay in my life, I love you.”

You smile and whisper back.

“You’ve never lost your favourite girl she just drifted away for a bit then slowly found her way back home and I love you too”.

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I really want to paint something big. I think it would do something. Make me feel something. I want a big canvas project. Like a canvas the same height as me. That would be so expensive but I want it. I don’t even have paper that big I only have regular printer paper and maybe 11 x 17 (printer department flashbacks) ughhhhhhh. What time does five below open. Maybe. No. Ugh fucking stupid baby car (in my head I’m like a sim I’m stomping outside and kicking over the trash can) I hate the baby car. Maybe I could suck it up. If I can go early. It won’t be crazy hot (lying) but I could go to five below and get at least a bigger sketch pad (I know I have so many notebooks and sketchbooks and smaller canvases I’m not using rn that are fine but I want the happy buying things chemicals) I am so tired right now and I took a very large bong rip and now I’m just stream of consciousness typing and it’s ugh yeah my brain is tired and I want to be happy and do something I can pretend is productive but I don’t have any real ideas for art stuff. Well I did have an idea last night for a cardboard thing. Hmmm. And I haven’t done magazine collage in a while I could do that. Hmmmmm. I feel like if i don’t do something productive soon I’m going to explode (taking meds is working. Also three weeks back on meds as of yesterday) maybe I’ll move around my flags and posters today…… hmmm. However my mom did come into my room the other day (hanging out with funk) and randomly look at my wall (she doesn’t normally sit at my desk to look closely at that wall) and she was just like wow there’s a lot of thumbtacks in that wall. So I do feel like maybe moving posters and stuff is not the move. However. I also feel like I desperately need to get out of the patterns I’m stuck in so I want to change my environment instead of myself bc I’m avoiding changing myself always for reasons I’m not even sure of. Lie. Putting in effort scares me. Knowing i could put work into being a person and still crumble again and lose it all is terrifying and it feels like every time something goes well something else comes crashing down and I can never have everything going well at once. That’s why. But that’s also an excuse to not change my shitty behavior bc it’s hard and I’m lazy. But is that the mean voice in my head or is that the truth. Am I lazy or have I been depressed for so long I don’t know how to be happy. I was thinking about natural selection yesterday while I was swimming. (Water motif) (I laughed when I thought it so I had to add it) anyways. Natural selection. I was just thinking like. My brain is fucked. If you put my brain into any other body in any other place in any other situation they would still be depressed. I have a chemical imbalance like it’s just fucked to begin with. So then you have to be like okay so if I don’t go on meds. I can’t do anything. I’m literally like. I just rot away and do nothing when I’m depressed. But when I was like 11/12 the depression hit hard as fuck and I don’t remember when I got put on meds the first time but I think I was 14 or 15. Well. Wait. I did take a liquid dose of an antipsychotic when I was 13 because I couldn’t take pills (still hate taking pills). I forgot about that until just this moment. That was a ROUGH time in my life. And I just. Fully forgot about it. Okay. Ignoring that it’s been like six years since I first started seeing a therapist oh my god seven years since ***** i don’t even want to have a tag for him lol ignoring it !!!! Ignoring it !!!! Ignoring it !!! Not thinking about it !!! 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 ignoring it. Okay. I forgot what my point was. I think my point was I should’ve been dead years ago if meds didn’t exist and yet I still have this cycle of taking them taking them then not taking them and now I’m on a taking them cycle but like what is wrong with me !!! Oh yeah the chemical imbalance and then add some traumatic shit too !! Ughhhh!!!! BRAINS ARE SO LOUD. I want to sleep.

#adhd high sleepless mental health ramble enjoy

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druidofthealders · 1 year

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Chancewise of Fortune

I said I'd continue posting about my journey in creating a pantheon. Today I'm going to talk about Chancewise! Or at least what I know of Chancewise so far.

In June, my little pagan group and I are planning a group working that involves fortune, so I decided I would spend some intervening time working up a deity/entity to work with. It'll be a good experiment for all these thoughts swirling around in my head, and actively get my butt in gear to do some real workings.

So, first thing's first I sat down and thought about what a deity of fortune would be like to me. What does good fortune mean? What energy do I get when I think about my experiences with it? What resonates as True about fortune?

I meditated on these questions, and came to the conclusion that I see two facets of fortune: fortune you create with your hard work, and fortune that comes completely randomly. I considered if these would be two different entities, but that didn't feel entirely right. So, being a FFXIV nerd and thinking of Nald'Thal, it felt more right that these two facets were part of a dual-aspected divinity. Essentially two deities but also only one.

So here I have a dual-aspected deity of fortune. Now what? I know nothing about them. What are their spheres of influence? They're certainly not ready for their funny little hats yet.

First thing, I thought if anything really stuck out at me. Two things: the color gold, and bees (especially for the Hard Work half). But that was it. I was a bit annoyed with my brain at that point, because come on, is that all you can come up with??

But for funsies, and because it helps me come up with ideas to percolate on, I asked chatgpt for some thoughts. Some basic symbols -- like four-leaf clovers, rabbits' feet, rainbows for the Chance half -- were definitely a "oh, duh, I can't believe I forgot about those." Others were interesting ones to note down in a "maybe, but I'll see if the Entity jives with it" column -- like ants and horses. Some spheres made perfect sense, like community (as hard work is hardly ever done in a vacuum), and I noted those down.

Then I took that very basic list, and started extrapolating as hard as I could from it. Okay, so fortune by hard work. What could I reasonably say was under their sphere of influence if I was exploring just that topic? I came up with:

Hard work

Resilience

Laying groundwork

Seizing opportunity

Catching/netting

Attraction

Broadcasting

Accomplishment

Reward

Fairness

Justice

Group work/community

So that's a good start.

I asked chatgpt for some name ideas, just as a placeholder until I can work with the entity enough to discover their name with them. I liked Chancewise, as it seems more like a moniker or title than a name, so that's what I'm calling them for now.

At that point, I decided it was time to actually start working with them. As part of my treatment for chronic pain, I do monthly ketamine treatments with my doctor. I decided for this month's treatment, my set intention would be "removing obstacles" -- something I felt was under Chancewise's purview. K treatments come with some wacky visuals and trips, so I'm always happy to use them as a way to dip into pagan stuff.

As it was kicking in, I got settled into meditation. When I reached for the sort of "energy" I felt was connected to Chancewise, I saw sort of a swirling amorphous gold glow. (Almost like the portal from Excel Saga, but gold, lmao. God I haven't thought about that in years.) I wasn't sure what to do. After all, I'm going to be working with this entity as a god, right? But I'm also creating it, weaving it. Do I treat it with reverence? Or like clay that I'm molding?

Luckily, Brigid showed up then. She laid my head down in her lap, took my hand, and had me take Chancewise's. She hummed to me as I understood my role in this to be co-collaborator, with a current leading role. Chancewise was hesitant and a bit uncertain. I told them I was looking for them to help me clear obstacles for me, obstacles in my body/energy/makeup specifically. They paused, and then started touching dark spots in my body, pointing them out with a kind of questioning curiosity, like "this? is this what you mean?"

When it was confirmed, they started clearing them with more and more eagerness and excitement, until every bit was washed away. Brigid was exuding a feeling of sort of matronly pride that we worked things out together -- and then the trip went elsewhere on to other things.

I got a sense of Chancewise as an entity from that, and a brief glimpse of how the Hard Work half looks. I look forward to learning more about them as we work together.

This has been a very interesting exercise, but it's something that's feeling much more Right to me. This is not for everyone, but it *is* for me, I think.

#creating deities #pantheons #paganblr #chancewise

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prettierthanurbf · 3 years

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So What?

Y/n walked down the halls to find her best friend, getting the overwhelming feeling she’d be stuck walking into class alone, when she finally bumped into someone she knew. “Oh, great.” She mumbled irritably.

He turned around with a grin. “Well, hello, y/n.”

She rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. “Where’s your brother?”

The question just made his grin grow wider, making your patience even thinner. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased.

She let her eyes wander around the halls to avoid eye contact when her eyes landed on him, sighing in relief, she pushed past his brother and hurried off to Tom. “Hey.” She said happily.

He looked up from his book. “Nice of you to wake up early for once.” He teased.

She laughed. “My parents are going to cut me off if I miss school to sleep in.” She explained.

He looked over her head, his eyes stopping on something that made his eyebrows furrow. “Mattheo’s staring at you again.” He whispered.

She quickly spun around to meet Mattheo’s eyes, turning back around so quick she almost fell over.

Tom helped her stand. “You alright?” He asked concerned.

She put a hand to her head. “I swear if he hexed me I’ll burn the little bastard.”

Tom chuckled. “Now I might just help you with that.”

Before y/n could say anything else, the teacher opened the doors for everyone in the class to walk in.

The whole class was a blur, mostly because y/n was asleep through half of it and hurrying to copy off of To ‘a notes during the other half, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever.

Tom had to talk to one of his teachers before the next class started, which left y/n waiting outside on a bench alone with a book until class started.

Mattheo, who had grown bored of his friend group, walked off to bug y/n, sliding onto the bench and taking the spot a little too close to y/n.

She didn’t glance up from her book or move. “What?” She asked calmly.

He raised a brow. “No snarky comment? Hm.” He hummed. “Are you feeling alright?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

“Ah, there’s the tone I was looking for.” He grinned. “What’re you reading?”

She clicked her tongue. “You could check the cover, you know.”

He shrugged. “It would sound so much better coming from your lips than mine.”

She shut her book, her finger holding the page she was on, snapping her head to look at him. “What do you want, Mattheo?” She repeated, this time a little less calm.

He smirked. “Maybe I want to help with your anger issues.”

“Maybe you should work on yours first.” She said back.

He laughed. “We could work on it together.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d rather burn. Over and over. For eternity.”

He shrugged. “I could make it worth your while.”

She raised a brow. “What’s your angle, Riddle?”

He looked away with a small grin. “There’s no angle. I just think we could help each other out.”

“Have fun finding someone for that because I’m not your girl.” She slipped a small piece of paper into her book before getting up.

“But you could be.” Mattheo mumbled, but y/n had already walked off with all her things.

His shoulders slumped. “Great.”

Tom walked over to him laughing. “Did you seriously think whatever you were planning would work?”

Mattheo scowled at his brother. “It’s not like you’ve tried getting with her. Why is she so difficult.”

“She’s not into like that.” Tom said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Mattheo scoffed. “All the girls are into me like that.”

Tom shook his head and laughed a little more. “Not the one you like like that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t like her like that, Tommy.”

“Then stop going after her, because I swear on my life and hers I will make yours a living hell if you break her heart or mess around with her for kicks. Got it?” Tom said sternly.

Mattheo put his hands up, a familiar teasing grin growing on his face. “It’s not that deep, brother.” And with that he walked off, another grinning glance at Tom before going straight ahead to see if he could find y/n.

He didn’t see her until school was over, when the clouds were making weird shapes up and the colors were changing from the sun going down, the black lake always looked prettiest at this time of day, which is why Mattheo chose to walk alongside it, also in hopes he’d find a weird creature in the water and draw it.

He came across y/n when he was walking back to the school, she was laying on her back, her head rested on her book bag, with a different book in her hands than she was reading hours prior. He walked over to her confidently.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She sighed. “What?”

He sat down beside her. “So this is what you do after school?”

She rolled her eyes. “Quidditch practice was canceled today.”

He nodded. “Totally forgot you were on the team.”

She glanced at him. “Is there any reason you’re here or what?”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to know how you were doing.”

She pulled a piece of paper put of her robe, handing it to Mattheo without looking away from her book. “You read that and tell me how you think I’m feeling.”

His eyes scanned over the paper. “An animagus? Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Now I’ve got to wait for my uncle Newt to come down here and talk to me about everything.”

Mattheo handed the paper back. “So you can’t go home?”

She shook her head. “Apparently my brothers tore up the place pretty bad and they’re trying to get it under control.”

“So why don’t you just stay with me and Tom?”

She snorted. “Because it’s you and Tom. I swear both of you don’t know how to not argue, especially when you’re trying to do something ‘important’.”

Matthe scoffed. “We do not!”

She raised a brow. “So we’re just gonna play that game now?”

He shrugged. “I mean…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re an idiot if you think you don’t argue with your brother a lot.”

“Just stay with us.” It came out more as a plead than a suggestion, which was not Mattheo’s intention at all.

Y/n laughed. “Beg me.” She joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha, very funny.” He said sarcastically. “Just stay with us.”

She glanced at him from her book. “If I do will you go away?”

“Maybe.” He said.

She shrugged. “Fine. Just let your brother know so it’s not a surprise or anything.”

“Okay.” Mattheo got up. “Did you finish the other book?” He asked, stopping himself from running off to find his brother so he could talk to y/n some more.

She looked up at him. “Yes. I had most of my classes to read through it.”

“How long have you had this one?”

“Since lunch. Why?”

He grinned. “No reason, no reason.”

“Why?” She repeated, this time sternly.

Mattheo looked down at her. “You’ll find out.” He winked at her before running off to find Tom.

When Spring break rolled around, y/n, Tom, and Mattheo went to Tom and Mattheo’s mansion they inherited when their dad mysteriously passed away.

Y/n explored a little since it was a bit of an upgrade from where the Riddle brothers were staying when she last stayed with them.

She stepped into a dark ish bedroom with lots of books. She walked over to the blinds and pushed them open so she could get a better look in the room.

“I usually like the curtains closed.” Mattheo said, scaring the shit out of y/n.

She turned to him with a hand over her heart. “Warn a girl next time, Mattheo!”

He laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”

She continued to look around. “You know, your room is the darkest one in this whole house. And the most gloomy.” Her eyes landed on the bookshelves. “Except for the books. They’re gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “You can go ahead and take some if you want. I’ve read all of them so I don’t really care.”

She raised a brow before laughing. “You’ve read all these? Like actually, actually? You’re not screwing with me?”

He shook his head. “Is that a surprise?”

“Yes! In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you open a book.”

“You don’t spend any time in the library.” He stated. “That’s where I am during my free time.”

“When you’re not walking around the lake.” She said.

He laughed. “You stalking me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mattheo. I’ve seen you walking around like a loner because I spend most of my time by the lake. It’s where some of the hot guys at our school swim so it’s a pretty good view.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw before letting out a forced laugh. “I forgot you like staring at strangers who are half naked.”

She shrugged. “If they’re hot, they’re hot. I gotta stare.”

“You’re not like… staring at them like that, are you?” He laughed. “Cause that would be weird.”

“Oh, like how you look at me?” She said, raising a brow as a grin pulled at her lips.

He chuckled. “Now, darling, I think you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh?” She asked, walking over to him. “So if I were to take my sweater off you’d keep looking at my eyes?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, I think a lot of people would look, honestly…”

She raised a brow. “If your brother was changing you’d look at his chest?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Obviously not.”

She nodded. “But you’d have a problem looking in my eyes instead of at my chest?”

“Well you’re not my sister so I can look.”

“Well now you just sound like a creep.” Y/n teased.

Mattheo scowled. “Well now you’re not being fair.”

“Oh no?” She grinned, unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her arms. “My eyes are up here, Mattheo.”

“Screw this.” Mattheo mumbled annoyed. He cupped y/n’s face gently before pulling her in and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled away for air after what felt like a short time period. “You do that to all the girls who try to take their sweater off?” She asked dumbfounded.

He shook his head and laughed, his hands still cupping her face. “You’re so blind sometimes, y/n.”

She raised a brow. “And you’re not?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

“You sound unsure.” She teased. “But you are.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away. “You are more than I am.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you.” She said quietly. “And you never noticed.”

He grinned. “So the flirting was getting to you?” He teased.

“I’ll cut your throat.” She said quickly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.” He pulled her in for another kiss, pulling away when he heard footsteps getting closer to his room.

She quickly pulled back and stood by the bookshelf, getting a book off the shelf quickly. “What’s this one about?” She asked calmly.

Matthe cleared his throat. “Uh, uhm… werewolves.” He said after clearing his throat.

Tom knocked on the door frame. “Hey, there’s hot water on the stove right now. I’ve got to stop by the market to get some more stuff for dinner. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Mattheo grinned at y/n as Tom walked off to get his shoes on and leave for the market.

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yourstruly-caycay · 3 years

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Buddah, Loki, Poseidon with s/o who always covers their chest/collarbone area, and when they finally show it to them it turns out they have a big scar from a knife.

Nice! Hope you like it.

Buddha

It's summer today, and Buddha are wondering how you can wear a sweater in a hot days, "Hey, isn't today too hot for you to wear sweater?"

"Oh, I'm actually okay with wearing this in summer-" Buddha scoop you an ice cream.

"Then have some ice cream, you're totally melting right now." You chuckle and appreciate the ice cream. Deep down, Buddha is curious why you’ve been covering your collarbone area this past few months.

It’s already five month you both start dating, It’s actually doesn’t bother him at first. But time pass by, he feel bother with it — as if there’s something she’s hide from him. But he’ll just respect your privacy and wait for you to tell him.

Until one day...

You’ve finally decide to tell him, you know that he’s been curious on why you’ve been hiding you collarbone area, and it’s not like you plan to hide it forever. “Buddha, there’s something I wanna show you?”

“Let me guess, you hide something on your collarbone?”

“Wha- how do you know? Nevermind, I’ve been planning to tell you this anyway.” By the time you show him what happened, his eyes went wide and freeze. A big scar that suppose to kill you and what a miracle you survive, “About this though, I got it from the fight and I’ve been wanting to tell you before but I feel insecure with it, but I’m okay right now.”

You thought he’ll be worry and feel sad, but now you don’t know if you should regret it or not seeing him really mad and his face become serious, “Who did this to you?”

“Buddha, you don’t need to worry.” You hug him to calm him down, he’s silent for a moment until he sigh and hug you back.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” Buddha mumble, his forehead touching yours — it sure give you a warm feeling and he continue, “But seriously, who did this? I want to kick their ass.”

“Don’t, I have already kick their ass.”

Loki

Unlike Buddha who respect your privacy and rather wait for you to tell him, Loki will put an endless prank on you just to find out what you’ve been hiding.

just because you are his lover, doesn’t mean that you can escape his prank, don’t worry it’s not a harmful one.

He really want to find out why you’ve been hiding something from him, but he doesn’t want to push you and make you uncomfortable so he’ll just discover it by himself without you knowing.

“Here.” You been given a flower from here as he avoid your eye contact, which is unexpected from him. But, you didn’t let your guard down and you know that Loki isn’t someone who give a gift.

“This isn’t another prank that you try to make me fall into, right?”

“Just accept it, I rarely give any gift to anyone.” You thank him and appreciate it, you smell the flower and... there’s a water coming out from the flower as it spray your face. Loki just laugh, he can finally find out now.

Now, not only your face are wet, but your clothes are also wet too. Although, you only have a poker face, not surprise by his bullshit. “You’re still troublesome as always, I’m going to change clothes.”

“Prank has always been my habit, dear y/n.” He giggle, making sure she doesn’t know that he follow you, he change himself into a fly and trail you into your room. He hides in the corner of your bed and see you change your clothes, but... it’s not what he expect.

A big scar from your collarbone into your stomach, and he doesn’t know how you have survive that injured. He does’t know how he should feel right now, but for sure his face turn dark and feel the need to kill the person who hurt her.

Somehow, your room feels tightening, it’s like giving a grim aura. “Wait, since when my room feels this uncomfortable?” You want to get out of here quickly.

Ever since the reveal, you hasn’t been seeing Loki for a few days. Neither Thor or Odin have see him too.

Then by next week, you have finally found him walking toward you. He begin to hug which you startle by his action.

“Loki? Where have you been?” You’re totally worried for him, and yet didn’t expect him to hug you out of the blue.

“Somewhere.”

“Yeah, but where?”

Loki pat your head as he lead you while holding hand, “You don’t need to know, dear. Let’s go get some sweet.” Loki humming happily, you don’t why or how after few days of his missing, he come back with a smile on his face as if he feels satisfied for what he’s doing.

“Maybe he has done another prank on someone.” You sigh.

Poseidon

You would never tell him about this, it’ll be dangerous and you aren’t gonna see him make massacre on the person who put a scar on you, even though you know that the person never intend to harm you and the scar is actually an incident, which he already apologize.

Although, Poseidon wouldn’t notice that you’ve been covering your collarbone for this past few months.

It went pretty smooth and fine at first, until you almost reveal the scar which Poseidon only slightly see it.

“What is that on your collarbone?”

“There’s nothing in here.”

“Show me.” He command, you curse yourself, you already knew how aware he is at you, but you show him rather seeing his anger. Poseidon finally see the big scar you have on your collarbone, although it’s not really big.

And yet you have predict this, he approach you closer as he touch the scar, “Where did you get this scar?”

You don’t like the tension in here, this is nothing but like a calm before the storm — you really feel bad for the person who did this. “Is an incident, I fall and got a scratch on here.” You lied.

“Don’t lie.”

“I don’t.”

The god of sea feels shame and annoyed on himself, he feel like he can’t protect you at all with that big scar on your collarbone. “Next time, be careful.” That’s all he say.

After the discoveries, Poseidon have been watching you closely and stay by your side so you won’t get hurt again.

You feel bad for lying, but if you want that poor person to be safe from getting killed, you would have to lie. And make sure no one know about the true incident.

You actually plan to find something to heal the scar and so you plan to go to human world, it’s actually been a long time ever since you go to human world. Because you forgot to tell Poseidon, he begin to panic when you’re gone.

When he knows you’re in human world, he keep going back and forth thinking if he should catch-up to you or leave you alone in the mortal world that he dislike to step into. You can take care of yourself, right? You won’t get any injured just like your scar, right?

You have finally come back from the human world to get a medicine, but when you step into the castle. You feel like you’re dead — you forgot to tell Poseidon about your small trip to human world.

You went inside the castle and immediately go to Poseidon’s bedroom where he is, you enter his room and see him sitting on the bed looking down.

"Where have you been?" You don't like this type of voice from him.

"I've been searching some medicine in the human world, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before."

Poseidon approach to you, gaze with his cold ocean eyes. You can see his usual stoic face in the night as the moon shine on the room, but his anger and disappointment easily can be see. “Idiot, I’ve been worried for these few hours.”

“I- I know, and I’m really sorry.”

He suddenly grab your hand and take you to bed, he’s beside you and cuddle you — you didn’t expect this from someone like him. “Tch, you seriously annoy me.”

Yep, here comes his mean words. You have your hand play with his hair to ease his grumpiness, he have no reaction beside closing his eyes and chin lay on your head — as if he enjoy it and make him feel comfort by your side.

The end~

I think I accidentally make Poseidon out of character (I hope not), but anyway I hope you like it!!

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #poseidon record of ragnarok #poseidon x reader #snv poseidon #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror poseidon

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outerbankies · 3 years

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i see topper being drunk and passed out in wilburs dog bed

+ for the other anon who said: “WILLIE AND TOP SCENES PLZ”

here you go! let’s say this takes place at some point in the new light universe over the summer when everyone’s still home from college

new light blurb: soft spot

new light series masterlist

pairing: rafe x reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol/drunkenness

“Bottomless mimosas at the Island Club still packs a punch, huh, Top?”

You’d smile over at your boyfriend at his quip, but you’re too busy currently supporting half of Topper’s weight (well, more like 30 percent—all Rafe would allow you to carry) as you and Rafe help him up your front porch steps. And after spending the entire 20-minute Uber ride back to your house wrestling Topper’s phone out of his hand so he couldn’t call his almost-but-not-really-girlfriend, you were already exhausted.

“Shut up, Cameron,” Topper slurs, stumbling a bit as you try to unlock your front door. You weren’t nearly as gone as Topper but you fiddle with your keys long enough that Rafe speaks up.

“You got it, baby?”

“Yep, yes,” you confirm finally pushing the door open, the cool AC on your skin a welcome change from the summer humidity.

“Ah,” Rafe sighs, cheeks flushed. “Feels good in here.”

“Remind me why we couldn’t just take him to his own house?” you ask.

“His grandpa’s got that garden party later, remember,” Rafe says, finally nudging you away enough times that you just lead them up the stairs while Rafe helps Topper. “It’s at his mom’s so they’ll be setting up all day. We have to go too, sweetheart. Do you still have that polo I left here after your mom’s brunch thing?”

Rafe had shown up ten minutes early to the event your mom was hosting last weekend in a white undershirt and pressed slacks, modeling for you two different shirt options he couldn’t decide on. When you picked the best one, he left the other behind in your closet. Your lips quirk up at the memory of him, palms sweaty and nerves evident as he stuck to your side all morning, cheeks permanently tinged red by how many of your mom’s friends called him handsome. “Yes, that navy blue one?”

“Yeah, that should do, right?”

“I think so. Business stuff?”

“Yeah. It’s his re-election announcement. My dad wants me to talk to this potential investor. You could wear that white dress.”

“Which—”

“Oh fuck,” Topper slurs, swaying once the two of you get to the top of the landing. “That’s today?”

“Yeah bud,” Rafe huffs a breath. “Which you conveniently forgot to tell us about until round five. You have about three hours to sleep this off.”

“Rafe, he’s not gonna—”

“Have a little faith, Y/n/n. Ivy League over here can clearly hold his liquor.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Topper murmurs, pushing Rafe off and promptly falling flat on his face in your hallway. “Ow.”

“Jesus Christ,” Rafe says, hands on his hips. “I’m gonna murder Kelce for dipping on us. Can we just leave him there?”

“In the middle of my hallway? Rafe, no.”

“Well he’s not going in your bed, is he?”

“Why not?”

“Because where are we—”

Topper’s grumble from the floor interrupts your bickering, and Rafe just sighs, picking his friend back up again.

“Rafe, I just don’t want my parents to see him. We can go sleep in the—”

“No, the guest rooms don’t have locks,” Rafe says.

“So?” you question, kicking off your heels and flicking on the light in your room. “It’s not like we’re gonna do anything.”

“Is your dad home?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you in an unlocked room,” he huffs, dragging Topper through your doorway.

“Then where is—”

“I have an idea.”

Rafe beelines to the dog bed in the corner of your bedroom, making sure Wilbur is safe to one side before gently laying Topper down on the other side.

“Rafe, no,” you whisper-shout. “You know he’s afraid of Wilbur.”

Your boyfriend just shushes you, pointing at the two of them.

Topper is out instantly, curling up around your dog who just sniffs him over a few times before nuzzling into him too.

“Problem solved.”

“Babe, he can’t sleep on the dog bed,” you chide, jewelry coming off.

“Oh, c’mon, sweetheart,” Rafe says, sitting at the edge of your bed to take off his shoes. “He’s fine. Look at him. Most relaxed he’s ever been around Willie. Isn’t he, buddy?”

Wilbur’s tail swishes against your feet when you walk to the closet, stopping to take a picture of the two of them before changing.

“Rafe, do you wanna—”

“Nap,” Rafe says, already shirtless underneath your covers, patting the space next to him. You just smile, hitting your light again before crawling up next to him.

“Hi,” you whisper, giving him a peck. Rafe’s hand behind your head stops you once you try to pull back so he can kiss you some more.

“Hi.”

You feel the sleepiness come for you the moment you rest your head on his chest, his hand coming to rest on your back, shirt rucked up so he can touch you skin to skin.

“We’re not making it to that garden party, are we?”

“Don’t underestimate us, Y/l/n. We did shit like this all the time in high school.”

“But we’re not in high school now.”

“Well of course not,” Rafe says. “Cause then I wouldn’t be in your bed right now—”

A voice from the floor interrupts you both.

“Listen, I am, like. Just so, so happy you guys finally got your shit together,” Topper slurs. “Like, Rafe, man? That—I was impressed. Really didn’t think it’d happen for a bit there.”

“Uh… thanks Top,” Rafe grumbles as you try to stifle your laughter.

“And you too, Y/n,” Topper continues in slurs. “Like seriously, no idea why it took this long but—”

“Is there a point to this story?”

“Yes. Shut the fuck up, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Okay, Ivy League,” Rafe digs, causing you to giggle again.

“Fuck you both. Also, who’s dog is this?”

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