#spacey author

[gaysontodd]

billy isnt flinchy. neil pushes him against the wall and he doesnt flinch, just goes still and quiet. neil slaps him and insults him and he doesnt flinch.

steve hits him and pushes him and billy doesn’t flinch. like. billy is 1000% in control of his own body. he shows up at the wheelers and he is pissed, hes breaking the doorbell and when karen opens the door hes looking away angry. and then he sees her and starts flirting. and hes very charming and all but. hes angry. he gets in the car and all that charm and seductiveness is gone. because he is fucking angry. he gets to the byers house and he doesnt show on his face that he knows steve is lying to him until he wants to.

billy isnt flinchy. he wouldnt beg or plead. he shuts his mouth and says whatever will get him away from the situation if he doesn’t have control. and when he does have control he doesnt have a reason to flinch

#leo.txt #billy hargrove #idk. my grandpa he. he used to swing at me as a joke and scold me for flinching or for ducking too slow #his dad was shit. and i dont know. i always got the impression it was a test. like not testing me but testing my parents. did they teach me #to be afraid or was i just spacey and jumpy #dunno. my nana. his wife. she hated how we were raised. i dont know #i keep thinking about leon #about how hed go to hit me and stop if i didnt move quick enough #i was scared to death of him. but not because of that #anyway. #this rant is brought to you by: please dear god fic authors. not all abuse victims are flinchy and soft and scared

[mechaknight-98]

Louder Voice (NSFW) FT: Sakura Miyawaki

Author's Note: I am back on my Sakura Miyawaki BS. Also I think this is my longest piece so far so enjoy

Part I

I open my bags to Otrimi’s stuff (food and bowls) I open one of his food pouches and empty the contents of it into his bowl Otrimi munched happily. After that, we go to the Cafeteria area where I get more stares. Kura who's next to me Groans looking at the menu

“Ugh, teriyaki again. You wouldn't have a magical food changer would you?” she jokes. I laugh then say “Not exactly follow me.” I saw as we walked out of the cafeteria. I take out my space carver and cut a rectangle that's big enough for the both of us.

“Saku chan. Saku chan” a high-pitched feminine voice rang out behind us. Kura and I turn around to see a gorgeous brunette with the brightest smile approaching us along with a shorter cute brunette following her.

“Oh hey Sana hi Dahyun,” Kura says. I wave at the duo.

“Who is this ?” the taller brunette asks. I can't figure out which girl is which.

“Oh, this Dai…Juzo. Just Juzo.” Sakura stumbles

“Smooth Kura.” I tease. Kura hits me annoyed

“Oh, Kura? I haven't heard anyone call her that. Can I call you that Sakura?” the shorter one asks.”

“No!” she snaps. Dahyun and Sana look at Sakura surprised. I noticed the hurt in The shorter girl’s eyes.

“Sakura. Chill. It's not that serious. I say. Sakura looks back at me and I gesture with my eyes to them. When she turns she apologizes to both. Which means I still couldn't tell which is which.

“Where are you two headed?” the taller girl asks

“Oh, I don't know Juzo was leading the way,” Kura answers

“We are going to get nachos,” I say confidently

The taller girl looks at me funny, “Sakura why does he sound like he's from Kagoshima.”

“Because he learned Japanese from someone from Kagoshima,” Kura says. I nod in confirmation.

“Y'all wanna get nahos with us? I'll pay.” as soon as I said'll pay Dahyun and Santa were all for it. So they follow Kura and me through carved space and we arrive outside of one of my favorite Mexican food places.

“Okay, who here can speak English?” I ask Kura raises her hand as do the other two girls but then the shorter brunette lowers the hand of the taller brunette. I would have laughed but I didn't feel comfortable because I didn't know either girl’s name. So I just bite the bullet and ask. I'll risk looking like a fool.

“Hey! So which one of you is Dahyun and which one of you is Sana,” I ask

The girl's eyes widen in recognition, “oh I'm Dayhun” the shorter girl says. I nod then turn to Sana who introduces herself as such. After that short introduction, we enter the restaurant.

“Hello, what can I get you? The cashier asks pleasantly

“Uh, your Carne Asada Nachos, your Asada Fries, and a California burrito for the road. y'all want anything else?” I asked turning to the rest of the group. They shook their heads and we sat down at a booth near the front of the small hole in the wall.

“So Juzo, you seem quite comfortable with Sakura?” Dahyun asked.

“She's really easy to get along with,” I replied to the young lady.

“True you guys seem to be close,” Dahyun responded

I shrugged and turned to her. She had this kinda spacey look to her which melted my heart. I smiled watching her. Kura noticed this and turned to me

“What are you looking at?” she questioned

“Your dumb face.” I teased. Kura rolled her eyes shortly after the food came. I set the fries to Dahyun and Sana while Kura and I shared the nachos.

As we ate Sana watched Kura and me intently.

“So Sakura how is Juzo’s dick?”

I choked on the chip I had in my mouth. I grabbed some water, as I recovered. Sakura glared.

“What are you talking about?” Sakura asks

“Well since he arrived he hasn't been left your side. Plus the way you cling to him makes me think you two have to be fucking.”

Sakura’s eyes narrow as she glares at Sana who wears an unreadable smile. I decided to throw her off of her game.

“She can tell right after you tell me how Dahyun tastes,” I say nonchalantly, and I watch as the mirror image of what happened moments back happens again with Dahyun in place of me.

“Touche” Sana says as gives a sly smile. “I underestimated you. I won't make that mistake again.”

“Don't worry you're not the first nor the last to do so,” I assure Sana.

She smiles that unreadable smile then says “I'll be interested to watch how you integrate.” after that the lunch was pretty normal.

After lunch, Kura and I return to my room. Otrimi is fast asleep on his bed. Kura notices my switch and asks, “May I?” I nod. She boots it up and scrolls through the games. She gets to Persona 5 Royal and drops everything.

“We’re playing this tonight!” she exclaims

“What about JJK with Yunjin and Tobi plus snacks? I assume Tobi is coming since Yunjin said “Bring me”,” I ask, and Kura pouts

“But it's been forever since we've played together. so can we stay in together tonight?” she asks. I shrug and tell her to ask Yunjin. Kura scowls at me.

“Since when are you the social one?” she teased

“You shut your mouth. I am still very much an INFJ. You agreed to Yunjin, and I am a man of my word.” I fire back and Kura laughs. She holds my face and I get lost in her brown full moons she calls eyes. We kiss again. She wraps her right leg around me and starts grinding again. I squeeze her ass which elicits another sex moan from her.

“Jeez you have such a killer body ginsKura,” I praise Kura who smiles broadly

“And it's all yours,” Kura says lustfully

“Is that a marriage proposal?” I tease as I begin to pepper her neck and collar with kisses.

“Oh yes. Everything just feels so right with you and I never want to let you go again so yes please marry me.”

“Hmm my answer is yes, but don't you think we should get to know each other better?” I ask in between kisses

Kura broke the kiss and stared into my eyes.

“We unlocked the entire star chart together, day one 2 destiny 2 raids back to back, (for those curious it was Root of Nightmares and Vow of the Disciple), and to top it all off you taught me how to play 3 fighting games. We know everything about each other.” Kura says defiantly

“Oh, really what is..” I started before Kura went into recite mode

“Teal/Turquoise and Crimson, 4 children, Christian: nondenominational but don't tell others due to stigma. Porsche Panamera sedan. I know all your favorite things and you know mine. So what are you scared of?” Kura demands

“No BS. That I'm not good enough for you. Outside of video games, I'm pretty boring.” Sakura’s response is both unexpected and arousing.

She slaps me and says, “How dare you talk bad about my award-winning, author/kaiju-slaying husband.”

She begins to strip again. When she gets down to her panties and bra she asks, “Hey before you breed me can you eat me?” I set the burrito down and looked at Kura with surprise. “What we ate now we fuck.” she said with her bright smile. I shrug and begin to strip as well. Sakura smiles seductively. I moved closer and realized that I couldn't do it right now.

“Wait,” I say

Kura looks at me annoyed “Why?” she asks

“I don't want all of the spices and food we just ate to go in down there.”

Kura looked at me surprised then smiled. “How considerate.” she purred. Having the green light I went to my bathroom and brushed my teeth and gargled mouthwash. When I came out I was greeted by Kura lying on my bed her bra and panties gone, and she was massaging her clit. I grabbed a rolling chair and sat in front of her as she moved her pussy to me.

“Okay, so Kura I don't know what I'm…” Kura’s impatience got the better of her and she wrapped her legs around my head as she brought me to her lips. Her smell was intoxicating. Her flowery perfume filled my nostrils I smiled and did an exploratory lick of her folds. Kura in response pushed my face further into her pussy. I thrust my tongue into her folds deeper hearing a muffled moan as I continue to lick her folds. I continue to lick and thrust as I explore Kura’s pussy. I try to find what works best for her the best. As I continue to eat her I reach out for her boobs and give them a gentle squeeze. Kura went wild for it.

Feeling bold I go to her clit and give a quick suck the response is immediate Kura squirts all over my face and pushes me from her pussy. Her cat-like eyes stare into mine.

“Take your boxers off,” she demands her voice is steely and focused her eyes are narrow. “I need you to cum in my pussy now,” she demands

“That breeding kink never went away did it?” I asked. Kura laughed.

“Are you kidding now that I have you I'm going to drain you as often as I can. When we're not working, gaming, eating, sleeping, or teaching I expect us to be fucking before we do anything else.” Sakura stated her tone was clear and authoritative. I gulped and nodded. As she lowered herself into my rod.

“Make me your breeding bitch.” she said and that was the end of my hesitation. I thrust deep into her. “Harder” she moaned so I thrust again harder and again. She was unfathomably tight but I loved it I loved everything about this woman. Her perky breasts. Her sultry voice. Her tight ass, but most of all I loved that she was mine, no one else. I plunged into her again, and she moaned, “Please paint my womb with your cum. I need it.” due to all the other prep we had and her desperate look my body gave in. I exploded in her which sent Kura into the highest bliss as her pussy tried to milk me for all I was worth. When the pleasure subsides she moves her head down so she's eye level with me, and smiles as she caresses my face. She's satisfied… for now.

We shower and get dressed before heading out to Yunjin’s dorm. On the way we bump into an older gentleman (maybe a year or two older than me) he's got a stern look and his face sours when he sees me with Kura.

“Hi hideki-kun,” Kura says

“Oh Sakura how are you?”

“I'm great just walking with my shadow,” she says before hitting me lightly.

“Ah and who is he?” Hideki asks

“Oh, this is Juzo. He's the new Kaiju research specialist.” Kura explains

“The Vile gourmand?” he asks Kura

Kura nodded and at this point had my hand out for him to shake for several minutes of this conversation (Hideki spoke surprisingly slowly). He sizes me up and then says his goodbyes to Kura before leaving. I don't take many things personally but I took that personally. I didn't let Kura know though she seemed close with Hideki and I didn't want to build a wedge between them.

After that, we arrive at Yunjin’s form and she lets us in

“Glad y'all could take a break from fucking long enough to join us. She teases.”

Sakura groans at Yunjin who just smiles mischievously. In her room is a man with pale black hair and bright blue eyes

“Tobi?” I ask as I point to him. He nods pleasantly. I reach out my hand to shake it and he takes it. I shake his hand carefully. Kura watched me intently as I did this.

“Oh, so Yunijin you said you wanted snacks. Where do we get them?” I ask in English

“Oh, there's a shop on base that sells snacks and stuff,” she responds in English

“Are they American?” I ask in English

“No you'll have to leave the facility for that,” she says with a pout. I chuckle as I pull out my space carver and cut a rectangle big enough for all of us to walk through.

“Funny you should say that,” I say. Yunjin and Tobi looked at me confused before Kura walked through the Space corridor.

"Wait if you could do that the whole time why did you need the plane to get here?" Tobi asked in perfect English.

"Excellent question. My Space Carver only works on places where I have a physical sense. This is my first time coming to Japan so I needed to physically get here first." I explained to Tobi who nodded with understanding. Yunjin shrugged and walked through the portal. Tobi followed and I walked through as we all walked to enter an American Grocery store. I let them all pick up one or two of their preferred snacks and paid for them before heading back to the Facility. we all sit down together and watch the episode. before it starts Yunjin says

"Wait Juzo, are you caught up?"

"I am Manga current," I responded which drew the ire of Yunjin.

"You better not spoil anything," she said in her deep English voice. I zip my mouth shut and enjoy the episode.

After the episode Kura and I head back to my dorm. Kura is following which honestly I appreciate the Facility is a labyrinth and if it were not for her I would have been lost several times over. I do worry about possible rumors, but I also didn't know Sakura's reputation. Which is weird right? I have known her for upwards of 5 years but don't know her in this capacity at all. so every time she talked to someone else or acted shy, or gave a cute smile I found something new to fawn over her about, but don't let her know I said that. Gotta at least look tough ya know.

I feed Otrimi again and we get ready for bed. We lie in my bed close to each other. Kura finds rest easily in my arms, wrapped around her waist. Sadly my body is all screwed up, and I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes and drift into REM sleep the nightmare starts the same. I'm with Caliban, Kullervo, Valkyr, Wisp, and I were all fighting but then Barsoom’s battle Ballad would play and I'd begin death’s dance the colors of the world would fade as I would begin to repaint it with the blood of others and it didn't matter who friend foe. All were equal under my blade, my instrument, my paintbrush. As I delve deeper into the dream my bloodlust only amplifies and yet as I add more bodies to my corpse throne my power only increases when I come out of it I see I am alone and an overwhelming feeling of sadness takes hold.

My body jolts awake. I look at the clock. 2 am. I groan and get up. To look for the practice room. I found it easily I opened it and found I could run a kaiju fighting simulation. I let the number of “simulated” kaiju go as high as it went which was 9 S-class Kaiju. I noticed that it had a record board and the previous record was Hideki. He had completed a Circuit against two S-class kaiju. To not make myself more of a target, I used my “Tenon name: Ragnarok” as the record for this one and entered.

As I enter I see 3 behemoths 3 leviathans and three Garuda Kaiju that are titan-sized. all placed in a simulated city block. I summon

"here is to your false Ideals," I yell as I race to the first one it's a behemoth that stumbles as it shoulder charges it. I follow this by cleaving it in half.

I jump over its corpse to have another face me "Don't think you can judge and not be judged." I yelled as I threw the sword into the next. I watched as the blade flew throw its eyes and severed its nervous system from its brain. I jump about 80 or so feet into the air and barrel to my weapon. On the way down I rip off the horn of one of the Garuda-type Kaiju and use it to impale it and the two other Flying Kaiju.

I crash to the ground sending a shockwave that causes a shockwave hitting the other the last Behemoth into a pillar cracking its neck. "Don't use his name to move the mountains in your way. Go back from where you came." I yell I go to my blade and turn to the last three Kaiju. I wait for them to move closer then I slash with a powerful swing turning them into Sashimi

"You're a plague to the non-believer. Tell them all you're gonna burn forever. You cast your stones on my father's name. May you burn forever." I yell as the remains fall around me. as the simulation stops. I go back to the entrance and repeat the simulation sequence over and over. The goal here is to try to be faster, hit harder, and Kill more and more until I am satisfied, but the ballad's power over me doesn't wane it only increases as I am driven further to Alacrity. I can start to see through the Kaiju seeing the body Chitin and muscle to the nerve points and sinew below. Vital points became visible and easier to exploit as the song continued. As I finished another rotation and went to start another I was met by Hideki, and lady who was with him. They look at me with abject terror. at that point, the Ballad's effect starts to wane. I reassemble the mask I wear to talk to them.

"Oh sorry about that. I thought I could be alone for a while. Ya know clear my head with something familiar and repetitive," I said politely. Hideki glared at me. the lady with him smiled pleasantly and said

"No worries we just wanted to get some earlier work in. You must be Juzo the Kaiju researcher." I nodded and she smiled, "Hi my name is Seulgi. I look forward to working with you hopefully." I nodded and reached out my hand for a Handshake. She brought me in for a tight hug, which was surprising.

"Oh, you're nice and solid. Built Sturdy I like it." Seulgi said as she let me go. My brain reeled as she let me go and I gave her two thumbs up as I walked back to my Dorm. I open the door to see Kura squinting at me.

"Where did you go?" she asked groggily. She was still half asleep it seemed.

"Just to train," I said. Kura nodded and went back to sleep as I showered then got back in the bed with her. She wrapped my arms around her chest and kissed my cheek. Her presence was calming as I finally drifted off into a decent sleep. No dreams this time though just that weird void of dream and sleep. The next time my eyes were opening Kura was shaking me.

"Come on it's time for you to teach your first class," she said. I nodded and got up. she had already showered and so did I so I changed into appropriate clothes, before feeding Otrimi. Otrimi was more than happy with eating. He was finished before I was done cleaning and was ready to go. so we all went to the classroom. Kura chose a desk that was front and center.

"Someone is eager. I teased."

"Well yeah you are legendary and to learn from you directly I want the best seat." She chuckled.

"Well if you want that the best seat for that is over there," I said pointing slightly to her right. Sakura raised a confused eyebrow

"Statistically it is the most successful seat due to me being left-handed." Sakura tilted her head and said "Okay" She moved to the seat and smiled at me. I began writing basic notes for the various topics I planned on discussing today but I figured we are all adults who fight Kaiju so I hoped it would be more question and answer. I also left name tags on the desk for my "students" to pick up. Sakura grabbed hers and wrote "Sakura" in English. I turned to her and she chuckled mischievously.

"Haha very funny." I teased. Sakura smiled at me with bright eyes full of adoration

"I need to know you can read it." she teased back

The next two to arrive were Seulgi and another dark-haired girl. next to her. They Both grabbed Name tags. they followed Kura's lead and all were written in English which was certainly convenient. The new lady's name was Eunbi. After that Hideki, Tobi, Heejin, Dahyun, Yunjin, and a young lady named Yujin, (she only stuck out because she sat close to Sakura.) Kafka, Haruki ( an older man) Chidori, and lastly Wataru. They all had different gazes about themselves. some seemed engaged some seemed wary and one (it's Hideki) just glared at me with white-hot anger. I did what I had to and ignored it.

"Good morning. my name is Juzo and I am here to help you all understand Kaiju ecology, biology, and physiology." I started. before I could do anything else though Chidori. he raised his hand.

"Ah yes, Mr. Chidori?"

"I would like to know your qualifications. I have seen your info all over the place in terms of books and field guides but that doesn't tell us much about why you know so much. We have had like 5 other "experts" run through this place but when it came to field work they all were only theory." His words are well received.

"Well I am not a real big theory guy I am a more practical hands-on learner, but The HDF has specifically asked me to keep you all in the classroom because they have put a lot of money into training and housing you ao you all getting injured in field research is not ideal. otherwise, we'd have been visiting Paradise Island." there is chatter among my "Students" as I speak.

"Look we are all adults here I am not looking to change how you fight or policy and procedures I am just here to give tools and answer questions about questions you may have," I explain hoping that my words reach their intended effect. Sakura raises her hand

"Yes, Mrs. Miyawaki."

Sakura pouts, "It's Sakura," she says whiny internally I groan but keep my composure, "Mr. Juzo and I have a question. Your shadow (She gestures to a napping Otrimi.) is a Kaiju, right? (I nod) How did you manage to tame him," Sakura asks

"I never trained Otrimi. it's more of a symbiotic relationship at times. We look out and take care of each other. That is not due to him being a Kaiju but due to extraneous circumstances with the invaders, but you are correct he is a Kaiju. A Garuda Behemoth type to be precise. That reminds me. So recently a new handbook came out for you guys on how to deal with Aragami or Earth-born Kaiju, and it mentioned that you should treat them like they're regular Kaiju. Don't do that. Aragami is Kaiju but because they are essentially mutated wild animals they have been slowly integrating and creating vital niches in our ecosystem. Also, most of them aren't hostile unless they are provoked. For example Otrimi." I explain. Otrimi raises his head at being mentioned then curls and goes to sleep in his little wreath pose. The group looked at me then Chidori said, “The only good kaiju is a dead one.” I was about to say something when Heejin raised her hand,

“Ah yes, Mrs. Heejin how can I assist you.”

“So your files mentioned that you have spent some time with the invaders. Can you provide some insight into their motivations?”

I eyed Heejin before making my response.

“Everything alright?” Heejin asks as I narrow my eyes. I look to the rest of the clans. She gives me a shit-eating grin

“Sure thing, but before I get into my explanation I do have to preface this by saying all of what I'm about to translate are not direct translations but conceptual ones. So if you recognize names and concepts those are intentional but they are not meant to be that thing. The invaders refer to themselves as the Carnothians. They are a highly rigged and militarized people. As with most salient species, they separate themselves into a caste-like system. The three castes are Orokin, Tenno, and Tenshin. Orokin is at the top Tenshin is at the bottom of the system. Their invasion force is led by the leader of the Vazarin clan. There are four other clans: Madurai, Naramon, Unariu, and Zenurik. I spent most of my time in Carnos with the Zenurik clan. Their leadership structure and philosophy. Is very different than the other clans. Zenurik is an isolationist faction that had decentralized leadership. This currently works in its favor as the previous Jedak (that's their monarch for lack of a better term) was killed by the current leader of the Vazarin clan due to his opposition to the “great expansion”.”

I watched as Sakura got up and grabbed a tissue before wiping my face.

“You had tears,” she said soberly. After that little moment, she sat back in her seat and I apologized to the rest of the class.

“Oh, it's no big deal. We all cry sometimes.” Seulgi said with a bright smile. I gave a thumbs up which she reciprocated.

“Any more questions?” I asked and since no one had any more I let everyone leave except for Heejin

“What are you doing here Wisp,” I said as soon as the last person left. Heejin smiled brightly

“Just checking in on my favorite Zenurik.”

“Heejin come on.”

“Okay, Ragnarok. The zenurik need their Jedak.”

“So who's been assigned?”I ask confused

Heejin smiles then points at me“You”

I shake my head incredulous “That's impossible. You of all people should know that.”

“For Vazarin yes but I have learned that the Zenurik are a very different people,” Heejin says in between fits of giggles.

“How so?” I ask confused

Heejin smiled reveling in the power of the info she had, “They demanded your return. When we visit they demand your return since my father in all of his wisdom decided to let them know you are Orokin whether you like it or not, but you have been trained you are tested. I know you have had “trouble” with unbound form but you are ready.”

Worry began to fill my mind. I wasn't ready to lead the Zenurik What if I fail? What if I have to defy Inaros? Where all questions that plagued my mind“What if I don't want it? I saw! I was there when he killed Lavos, Garuda, Dante, and Baruuk! Your father is a tyrant and I won't put myself in a position that vulnerable while he's still in power.”

Heejin looked at me with surprise “Wait he killed them?” she asked

I squinted at her, “Yes! do you believe they all died of old age in their chat with him?”

Heejin nodded understanding but still skeptical, (which I don't blame it was her father, to be honest.) “Yeah that does sound far-fetched but despite that, you have a responsibility to the Zenurik.”

I shook my head as I said plainly“No I don't..”

Heejin gasped surprised at my statement “Why not? You were the one who was always talking about the responsibility we had as future leaders to take care of our people. Was that all a lie?” she asked

I shake my head as I explain, “No it wasn't but what good am I as a dead or murderous leader? Because if I defy him he'll just kill me…well attempt to because I will kill him and thats bad… At least based on what Kullervo and Revenant taught me.”

Heejin was still skeptical as she couldn't still see her dad for the murderous scum he was“Why would he do that?”

I shrugged “I don't know Heejin. As your mom, or your grandparents, or better yet ask your birth parents. Whom he exiled. They all thought they could appease him into not being evil anymore but Oberon is a lost cause.”

“How did you find out about my birth parents?” Heejin demanded frightened.

“Dante knew everything and he taught me so now I know everything,” I respond

Heejin looked at me and regained her composure, “Can't you just play the politics game? I mean all the rest of our team understood that we'd have to wait before we could make changes.” she looked at me desperate and pleading. This chat was going nowhere. Barsoom’s battle ballad was starting to play in my head Faintly, and if I didn't de-escalate the situation there would be problems.”

Instead of Speaking, I summon Balmung. Heejin is taken aback by the Old Carnothian weapon and she finally understands. She stiffens and winces seeing the blade.

“How long have the visions been?” Heejin asks.

“Since I got out of the pod and even during.”

“Ragnarok I am so sorry. Why didn't you tell us?”Heejin asked

I shrugged, “Because I thought I was crazy.” Heejin nods her eyes holding the understanding that I was put in a precarious position.

“Okay, that's a pretty fair reason. Wait is this how you took out the 100 cosmic beasts?” Heejin asks as the pieces connect in her mind. I nod and she continues“And the Eternal dragon?”

I shake my head “That's what made the blade.” I answered. Heejin nods as she puts the timeline together

“Your dad can't find out about this,” I say. Heejin nods aggressively.

“He would kill you and everyone you care about if he knew,” she affirmed. After that, the air turned less confrontational as the both of us calmed down. Heejin smirked

“So you and Sakura huh?” she asked with a knowing tone

“Is it that obvious,” I ask worried

Heejin nods. In the years I have been here she has been super guarded. I think before today I have never seen her smile or do anything emotional whatsoever, but with you here she's all giggly and happy. It's kinda creepy.

“Well get used to it I guess?” I shrug confused

“Wait why what happened?” Heejin asked inquisitively.

“Well, we are getting married.”

“Didn't you just meet her yesterday though…wait is she the Kura you were always raving about missing?” I nod and Heekin begins to laugh uncontrollably.

“Let me guess she asked.” I nodded and Heejin laughed even harder. “You so passive and permissible,” she said teasingly.

“Have you seen her?” I ask pointedly

“Look I didn't say you had bad taste I said you were permissible and passive. She is a catch-100%, but you land and declare marriage to the first pretty girl you see is so you.” Heejin teases I smile and she hugs me.

“Look I know it's hard and not ideal but you do need to go to Zenurik. They need you, but I understand that you have your issues. So we'll figure it out without my father’s intervention.” Heejin said firmly I shrug as Heejin leaves.

I sit alone before going to unpack my dorm. On the way, an alarm for a kaiju to breakout happens. I race to the scene to see a very confused Marduk Aragami thrashing about. I do the smart thing and approach it calmly before leading it out of the facility and back to the outside. When I get back in I run into Chidori.

“Why didn't you kill it,” he asked pointedly

“Well it wasn't needed,” I answered

“You know all that Hero shit is going to cost you.”

“It already has.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“When you've buried enough bodies they begin to claw at you. So I avoid killing as often as possible.”I respond

“Whatever,” Chidori says as he walks away

I get back to my dorm. Otrimi takes his place as I begin to unpack. About halfway through my door opens and Kura is there. I smile and point to my switch.

“You can play Persona if you want to,” I say to Kura. Kura remains silent. Kura closes the door and I see nothing but Lust in her eyes. I laughed. Her eyes narrowed as she approached me. She brings me in for a passionate and lurid kiss. As she does a naughty errant hand sneaks into my pants and forcibly grips my balls tightly. I groan breaking my kiss with Kura.

She leans into my ear before blowing into it, causing my body to shiver. Kura smiles

“Wow, you are sensitive,” Kura says seductively. She gives me a look before lowering herself down to my crotch she pulls my pants down and blows on my exposed phallus. I shiver at her action. She smiles brightly before taking me into her mouth.

"Aw fuck Kura." I moan. Kura's eyes widen as her pupils double in size.

"Say my name again," she says as she begins stroking me.

"Fuck Kura." I saw her hands do magic to me. Kura's eyes go wide. as she takes me back into her mouth. her head begins deepthroating me. her hole is so warm and comforting much like the rest of her.

"I love how hard you get for me," Kura says after coming for air. "Are you close? I wanna swallow it," she says. I groan as her words send my body into overdrive to fulfill her request. She smiles mischievously and gives a light nibble to my tip before taking me whole. the pain and pleasure cross over and overwhelm me as I paint her throat. Unphased Sakura takes it all in one go with a smile before coming up. She smiles. and goes over to her bag.

"I just wanted a drink," she says innocently despite her less-than-innocent actions earlier. she opens her bag and takes out the knitting equipment. She sits on my bed and begins to crochet.

"You can start Persona. I have to finish this hat for Momo. you'll meet her tomorrow. I nod and sit down in my chair. Otrimi jumps next to Kura in the bed content next to her. Kura smiles as she works. I begin the massive prologue of Persona 5 with Kura occasionally making commentary on the actions I take.

"Really the featherman suits" she asks when I unlock all the customization options.

"What you know I am a huge toku head, and this is the closest I'll get to a functional Super Sentai game," I say over the next few hours Kura and I move around my dorm sitting and switching positions as we get further into our respective tasks.

Kura laughs out loud at my comment before going back to her work.

The next day Kura and I are woken up by an intercom call telling all personnel besides External Help (Heejin and I) to meet at the combat labs. Sakura raced to go, but something about this seemed off. I beg her not to go, but she merely smiles and says. "Don't worry big guy I'll be right back." She smiles at me as a familiar sense of dread washes over me. So I let her go. After she leaves. I got to look for Heejin hoping to ease my fears.

I find her and so much more. I open the door to an office. Where I see a very stressed-out Heejin.

"Hey, Kiddo," Oberon says with a malicious smile

#kpop fanfic #miyawaki sakura #le sserafim sakura #fanfic #miyawaki sakura smut #sakura miyawaki #izone smut #izone sakura

[quitefair]

Anyway. Aro and Ace Resources upon ye.

Since we're almost at 2024, and coming out of all this horrendous aphobic discourse, I thought I'd put together a bunch of aromantic + asexual resources for people who are maybe questioning themselves, or want to know more (heck yes for learning!) Most of these are long form (Youtube videos/articles) because that's how I feel is best for learning, compared to shorter form content like TikTok.

Long post, resources under the cut!

Yasmin Benoit (she/her, aromantic asexual)

The first asexual activist I stumbled across all those years ago. She was infamously the reason for a lot of aphobic comments on twitter, because hey, she's also a lingerie model, and lord forbid somebody who identifies as asexual present... yknow. Sexy.

She's also a researcher, who's putting in the effort to depathologise asexuality and aromanticism, especially within psychiatry and mental health.

Youtube

Instagram

Website

Ace Dad Advice (they/them, asexual/agender/queer)

AceDad is one of my favourite a-spec activists. Their simple, easily digestible posts on Instagram outlining the various aspects of asexuality, aromanticism and agender (the triple As lmao) are a comfort to read. There's also lots of affirming stuff on there that's helped me with my own spiraling thoughts.

They've also written a book about asexuality! Which is one that I've yet to read, but am looking forward to.

Youtube

Instagram

Website

Spacey Aces

A collective of neurodivergent a-spec humans making videos on asexuality, aromanticism, queer platonic relationships, neurodivergence... a whole lotta fun stuff! Their videos are soft and comforting and very affirming.

Youtube

Instagram

Nik Hampshire (he/him, aromantic)

So Nik doesn't make Youtube videos anymore, but he's done a series on what it means to be aromantic but not asexual, which I feel is super important to add to the online conversation! This one's for all the allo/aros out there, he's chill and confident and talks about things in a very enthusiastic way. Love him!

Youtube

Instagram

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Misc videos (I'm sure you've seen these around before)

Jayden Animation's coming out video

Being AroAce Doesn't Ruin Your Life | Alice Oseman's Loveless by shaggyjebus

Rowan Ellis' interview with Alice Oseman (author of Heartstopper, who is herself aroace)

Anthony Padilla

I spent a day with asexual people

I spent a day with aromantic people

(the titles are a little clickbaity, but trust me the conversation is honest and respectful. anthony is honestly such a good interviewer.)

The Sci Guys

Science of Asexuality

Science of Aromantics

bmudangel

My experience being Aromantic Asexual (AROACE)

I’m Happy To Be Aromantic Asexual

How being aromantic asexual affects my daily life

Questions Aromantic Asexuals Get Asked (Part 1)

#aromantic #asexuality #aroace #aspec #asexual #resources #reference #had this sitting in my drafts for a couple days now and needed to set it free lmao #happy new year lets be aggressively queer in 2024 #aroace tag

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

My favorite part of their dynamic, hands down, is how abso-fucking-lutely nuts Wally gets when Bart is impulsive, impatient and spacey. Because that is exactly what Wally was like as a kid. Wally has so much self loathing for his younger self that he lashes out at Bart whenever Bart acts like him.

Like, Wally is generally a pretty calm, reserved and friendly guy. He doesn't really ever freak out like this. But with Bart? Oh my god he's a train wreck.

It's a lot of misdirected self loathing, a dash of 'this is the only living part of Barry and I have to keep him safe' and a pinch of jealousy.

And Bart is just... so Bart lmao. I love him so much

And Max, the trainer of speedsters, the adult authority figure to everyone with speed, making Wally begrudgingly say thank you to Bart like a parent with two misbehaving five year olds.

I fucking love the Flash family. It's unreal.

The wild thing is that Bart and Wally genuinely love each other, even back then when their relationship was like this 24/7. They were just so bad at controlling their Cain instincts.

#dc #dc comics #the flash #kid flash #wally west #impulse #bart allen #speedsters #max mercury #flash fam

[cowgurrrl]

I was wondering for your Look for the Light series if you could do a drabble about them figuring out she is pregnant and everyone's reactions?

Oooooo I love this!!

Evergreen

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader plus platonic Ellie Williams x fem!reader

Author’s note: now feels like a good time to mention that Ellie is a little bit older in this series (15-16 years old!!) also I’ve been trying to finish this all day so I’m throwing this and running

Summary: “Nearly everything I know about love, I’ve learnt in my long-term friendships with women.” - Dolly Alderton, Everything I Know About Love aka you find out you’re pregnant [1.5k]

Warnings: pregnancy talks, grief, references to canonical violence, talks of infertility, Ellie being confused, fluff!!

"Are you pregnant?" Maria asks the second you're close enough. You signed up to patrol with her this morning but didn't know she would have a secret sixth sense for detecting if you're pregnant. It's been three months since you and Joel decided to start trying to have a baby, and so far, you haven't noticed any intense early pregnancy symptoms, which is fine. You figured it would take a while to get pregnant, and you and Joel decided to keep it a secret until you knew for a fact that you were pregnant. 

"What? No." You say, turning from her to adjust the reigns on your horse, Goldie. Maria crosses her arms over her chest and stares at your profile.

"I don't believe you."

"You don't have to believe me. I'm not pregnant."

"Then, look at me when you say it." She challenges, and you press your tongue into your cheek, shaking your head. How the fuck does she know you so well? You step closer to her and look around to ensure nobody's nearby.

"I'm not pregnant," you repeat, but her gaze doesn't falter. You sigh. "Joel and I are trying, but we're keeping it a secret. There's no reason to get anybody's hopes up, so don't tell anyone, okay?"

"How long ago did you decide this?"

"A couple of months ago."

"And you're sure you're not pregnant?" She asks, and you shrug.

"I mean, I don't feel any different, but I'm a few days late," you say, and she practically beams as the words leave your mouth. "But that doesn't mean anything. When I got pregnant with Jane, I had my period the same month I took the test. Besides, it's not like pregnancy tests are just gonna fall from the sky." You try to bring her back down to earth, but she's already reaching into her bag to hand you a box of pregnancy tests. You look between her and the tests, struggling to put the pieces together.

"You've been spacey, and your boobs got huge last week, so I came to my own conclusion," she says. "I also have great mother's intuition."

"Should I be concerned that you took so much interest in the size of my boobs?"

"I mean, it was kinda hard to miss." She says, and you laugh, turning the box of tests over in your hands to check the expiration date. They're relatively new and don't expire for another year. There's also a good amount in there, at least five or six. 

"Where did you even find this?" You ask as you tuck the box into your backpack. 

"FEDRA still makes them. They're the shitty ninety-nine cents ones designed in 2003, but it's better than nothing." She explains. You nod and move to pull yourself onto Goldie's saddle when she looks at you expectantly. There's definitely something to be said about the Miller men's taste in stubborn women. 

"I promise to take one tonight if you promise to stop talking about my boobs while we're on patrol." 

"Done."

"So, she just threw a box of pregnancy tests at you?" Joel asks as he leans against the sink. 

"Pretty much," you say as you stand and flush the toilet. The beauty of marriage is that you guys can still have conversations while actively taking three pregnancy tests. You push him out of the way and set them face-down on the counter as you wash your hands. He doesn't go far, lingering at your left. "You really didn't say anything to Tommy?"

"I swear."

"Maria must be a fucking witch then," you mumble as you dry your hands and look up at him. There's a glint in the deep brown of his irises, and you smirk. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't look at me like that. That look is how we got here in the first place."

"'M excited." He says as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and kisses your jaw. You cover his hands with yours and indulge him as he sways you back and forth to a song neither of you can hear.

"We don't even know anything for sure. I don't even think I'm actually pregnant."

"Then, why did you take three?"

"I took three when I found out I was pregnant with Jane. It seemed like a good number," you say, and he hums into your neck, unconvinced. The worry scratching at the corners of your brain takes center stage, and you feel like you could puke. You take a deep breath and squeeze his wrist. "I don't want to get our hopes up for something that might not happen."

"What d'you mean?" He asks, pulling away from you enough to look at you. 

"What if I can't get pregnant ever again? I've been stabbed, beaten, shot at, starved, left for dead, all of it. And that was fine as long as I survived because I never thought I'd live long enough to want another baby. But now we're here, and I'm scared," you word vomit. Joel doesn't hesitate to hug you tightly, rubbing your back and wrapping you in his warmth. A few tears fall from your eyes and stain his shirt, and you can't stop them. "I don't want to disappoint you."

"Baby, you could never disappoint me, okay? I love you. Hey," he gently holds your face in his big hands and looks at you when he hears you sniffle. "I love you. Nothin' in the world could change that. Nothin' else matters to me except for you and Ellie, and I'm so happy with the both of you. If it's us three forever, that's more than enough. If we do have a baby, that's fine, too. But nothin' about you will ever disappoint me, okay?" He asks, and you nod. He wipes your tears away with his thumbs and kisses your forehead. You still feel uncertain and shaky, but his presence soothes something profound in you.

"I think the tests should be ready." You find your voice, glancing at the three tests staring at you. You turn in his arms and try to find the courage to grab a test off the sink.

"No matter what, we're gonna be okay. We'll always be okay." He says, kissing the spot under your ear, and you nod. You take a deep breath and quickly flip the test over before you can change your mind. 

"Oh, shit," you breathe as soon as you spot the dark, unmistakable lines. Joel reaches around you and grabs another one, and another pair of dark lines greet you. You pick the third and final one up and see the positive markings. Three yeses and six identical lines fill you with hope, starkly different than your gut reaction to your three positive tests at sixteen. You turn to look at Joel and find him staring at the test with tears falling down his cheeks. "Oh, baby," you murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him. "Are these happy tears?" You ask, and he laughs.

"The happiest," he says, and you smile. He buries his head in your neck, and you cry together. At their core, they're happy tears for the new baby you'll be having together, but you know he's remembering when he found out about Sarah the same way you're thinking about Jane. It's bittersweet. You think it always will be. You imagine a huge electric sign pointing to your grief as if it were a nightclub, announcing that love was once here. Then, in the smallest font possible, there is a note stating that love still is. "We're gonna have a baby."

"We're gonna have a baby." You repeat as he kisses you. You would stay there forever, wrapped up in him, but the sound of the front door opening and closing forces you to pull away. 

"Hello? Is anyone home?" Ellie calls from downstairs, and your eyes widen at Joel. 

"In here!" You yell back. You quickly hide the tests behind your back and do your best to look natural as you stand with Joel in the bathroom with tears staining your faces. You don't hide it very well. Ellie can see that much as she steps into the threshold of your bathroom with the Ellie Stink Face on.

"Why are we all hanging out in here?" She asks, and you can't even answer her. You just hand her the pregnancy test and watch as her mind works. You and Joel are buzzing as you wait for her reaction, hoping for something big and sweet, but she shrugs. "I don't get it." She says, and Joel laughs. Sometimes it's easy to forget that Ellie was born after the world fell apart.

"So, I just took this test to see if I'm pregnant. Two lines mean yes." You explain, and she finally lights up, her eyes bouncing between you and Joel.

"You're gonna have a baby?" She asks, and you nod. "Oh, my fucking God!" She yells as she wraps you in a big hug, jumping up and down with you in her arms.

"Hey, be gentle. There's precious cargo in there." Joel teases, but Ellie barely reacts to his words. Instead, she hugs him, still jumping up and down. There's nothing purer in the world than her squeals of joy and trying to answer her million questions. You like to think that Jane and Sarah are somewhere nearby, maybe in the next room you can't see quite yet, listening and getting just as excited as Ellie. 

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taglist: @evyiione @nyotamalfoy @abbyhaslongshorts​

#look for the light #the last of us #joel and ellie #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #the last of us x reader #joel tlou #ellie williams #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x pregnant reader #I love them your honor

[pedgito]

Modern! Enjolras loves it when you're dressed up to go somewhere to a fancy dinner or if he has to go to a meeting that morning and you both have a shag fest and you leave lipstick all over his dick. He keeps it like that for the rest of the day, not even caring if it stains his underwear just to be reminded of you. He comes home so needy and ready to go again because you've been on his mind all day. (I may need a fic about this if you're up to it...)

author’s note: okay, i’ve seen so much about modern!enjolras all over here and twitter and i’m obsessed. i’ve kinda just integrated him into current society the way that made the most sense but this fic is very much not about that, trust me lol.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), canon divergent, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving, f mentioned) modern!enjolras, married/established relationship, just lots of smut with no plot pls forgive me.

word count: 1.6k

His rhythm of work was inherently stressful.

Long, grueling meetings that sometimes got him nowhere, stunlocked on a single argument that could last for days, if not weeks, a constant state of trying to prove himself—he was younger but that didn’t make him any less wise.

Although, he was in fact, insatiable. It was always more intense during the big company dinners, thousands of pitches to be made, conversation to be had, all kinds of pressure resting on his shoulders.

But there you were, the one thing that kept him above water.

Some days he just needed an ear, someone to listen to him talk and rant for hours at a time, and you were there. Other times he needed a nice meal and quiet time with you, cuddled up on the couch in your spacey loft apartment—he made good money despite the stresses he was under; being such a vivid, passionate politician paid off in those ways.

On occasion, he’d really need that boost of energy, enthusiasm—or confidence, whatever he liked to call it. But really, it was just an excuse to have you bent over the counter in your kitchen, wine glass perched against his lips as his trousers pooled around his ankles, your dress lifted up just far enough that he could gain access, his large hand disappearing under the material as he gripped at your hip, fingers digging into the flesh so tight it makes you grunt in pain, the sharp slap of his hips pressing you against the cold marble.

“Tell me about your day,” He demands, emphasizing his question with a rough thrust that has your palms flattening against the countertop, “did you get much done for the dinner next week?”

Right—the dinner. The dinner Enjolras had so graciously agreed to host, forgetting that all of the planning would fall on you between his busy schedule and complete disorganization. He was a lovely person, a great husband, but he wouldn’t be able to function without you.

You nod weakly, murmuring a soft, “Uh huh.”

“Then tell me.” He urges, swallowing down the last sip of wine before allowing it to clatter amongst the other dirty dishes—the ones you’d been in the middle of washing when he came home, very insistent as he pulled your underwear down, red and dark like the silk ascot that was tied so pristine around his neck.

They were his favorite.

“I was—I was figuring pasta and desserts.” Enjolras nods, moving you upright with his hand over your lower abdomen, head resting over your shoulder as he breathes into your ear, low and gravely as he’s nearing his own end faster than usual.

The pent up frustration and stress was the problem.

“And lots of alcohol,” You stress, a sated smile pulling at your face as his fingers find your clit, rubbing at the small bundle of nerves until you’re gripping the clean white of his dress shirt, rutting your ass even further against him and shoving him as deep as he could go, “get them—get them drunk and make them spill all their secrets, right?”

Enjolras laughs, a confirmation to your question and good sign that he was relaxing a bit, his pace unfaltering as he groaned tightly, gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold off his own orgasm until you reached yours—luckily you weren’t far off.

“Still have that speech tonight?” Another subtle nod, “Good. Make me come and it'll be that much harder for you to forget about me while you’re talking about—laws and taxes and whatever boring stuff you boys go on about.”

Enjolras tsks softly, “We’re trying to get fair and equal opportunity in less fortunate communities, love. It’s a lot more than just taxes and laws—are you sure you’ve been listening to me?”

“I’m teasing.” You pout, his fingers quickening as your warm, tight walls clench around him, body tingling with euphoria as your orgasm hits you, moaning loud and desperate as your toes nearly lift off the floor at how hard he’s fucking you now, free hand turning your face to meet him in a messy kiss, red lipstick smearing over his plush pink lips and pale cheeks.

He comes quietly like this, mouth closed over yours, as any sounds are swallowed up by you, cunt filled to the brim with cum, thick spurts as his hips slowed to a stop, eyebrows furrowed slightly as he glared at you, your face turned up in a devious smirk.

You were up to something, he wasn’t sure he liked it.

“No games, darling.” He practically coos, thumb rubbing over your warm cheeks, “What are you planning?”

He slips out slowly, carefully as you turn to him.

“How long do you need?”

You already knew the answer—only a few minutes.

He was insatiable, as you’d said.

Enjolras tilts his head slightly, a little amused as you crowd him against the island, leaving you nestled in the small space there, bare feet pressed against the hardwood floor.

He’d have to leave again soon, only getting undressed enough to feel comfortable for a brief time.

“A minute or two.” He responds, letting you unbutton his shirt, step by step, delicate fingers working their way down. You kiss his clavicle once, leaving a trail of lipstick stained kisses as you trailed down, careful not to stain his shirt.

“Tell me about your day.” You insist, a deep chuckle in response at your demand.

“So much of the same,” He sighs, sifting gentle fingers through your hair, watching as you sunk to your knees before him, his softening dick slowly rising again, kisses trailing down his thighs, around his groin, leaving all the evidence of you in their wake, “really hoping this dinner proves some effort on my part—they still think I’m naive, some kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“Well, you did come from money, Enjolras.” You remind, “You parents were well-known, you've been spoonfed your whole life with no consequences—but you’ve proven so much.”

There’s a soft head pat of appreciation as you peer up at him.

“No regular man could care about a women’s pleasure that much,” You joke, watching his face split into a grin, “or treat them as sweetly as you do, darling. You’re so unselfish it scares me sometimes.”

You grab him tightly, rubbing your thumb on the vein the runs underneath, pulling back the skin of his uncut cock as your tongue darts out, licking slowly around the thick head.

“Not sure I have anything left.” He says honestly, cradling your head regardless, hand slowly trailing to cup underneath your chin, feeling him stretch out your mouth, nudging his cock a few inches deeper as you part your lips. “But, I’ll try my best.”

And he does, being as obedient as he can as you take your time, having to resist the urge to fuck your face right then, bring you to the edge until you’re drooling around his cock and in tears, still begging for him to give you everything he had.

His moans are soft and low but long, fingers squeezing at your hair when you move too deep too quick, his hips rocking subtly with your mouth as you swallow him.

“Fuckfuck—“ He curses, free hand gripping the island until his knuckles are white, his cock pulsing against your tongue. “You’re fucking mad, you know that?”

You nod slightly, lips pressing to leave a red ring of lipstick around his cock as he feels himself approach his second orgasm—it’s quick and fleeting, high off the heels of his previous one but it’s something, and he really can’t resist the sight of your mouth around his dick.

An hour later he’s back out the door, meeting coworkers for dinner and regretting the choice the moment he kisses you goodbye, your still disheveled figure departing back into the apartment.

And it doesn’t help that he has to think about his body littered in small reminders of you, devouring you the moment he gets home that night, dragging you to the edge of the bed and going down on you until you can’t take it anymore, shoving his face away in blissful agony.

He promises to let it be for a week, a time to focus on the busy things you’d had planned—and it’s torture, specifically for him. He notices your tighter outfits for work, the ones that hug your body just right.

You’re doing it on purpose and he knows it.

So, come the fancy dinner Enjolras had promised to his coworkers and important peers above him, he can’t help but take a moment as everyone is downing the alcohol in troves, the low roar of old, classic music—the kind that he loved so much, and idle conversation—that he shoves you in the small half-bath, forcing the thick material of his ascot into your mouth as he lifts you onto the sink and fucks you like he’s been waiting years for this, leaving light, purple bite marks that will be an absolute pain to explain later.

But it doesn’t matter, because Enjolras could do just about anything and you’d wear it with pride—the confidence he oozed was contagious and ever apparent, a salacious grin on his face as he stared at you, your eyes falling shut from how intense the pleasure was.

“Quiet, darling.” He warns, “I am a man of my word, I’m just giving you what you asked for—as if I didn’t know what you were trying to do all week.”

“You’re all the same,” You patronize playfully, “so weak for women the second they pay you any attention.”

“I’m only weak for you, mon amour.”

He doesn’t leave your side the rest of the night either, always a gentle hand on your thigh under the dinner table during the most dull conversation, reminding you that despite his course of career, everything about him was so much more exhilarating in comparison.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

#joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #bbc!enjolras #enjolras #modern!enjolras #my writing #joseph quinn rpf #bbc les mis #enjolras x reader #enjolras x fem!reader #enjolras smut #enjolras x you #enjolras x y/n #eddie munson smut

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Biting Paul Drabble

Author: SadGhostofGarbage

Paul x G/N reader

Warnings: So very lightly suggestive I guess

The next boy to be hit with the surprise teeth attack. Inspiration from the beautiful and wonderful @britany1997​ thank you baby! This was her idea I just wrote it 😂 I also might do a part two. Here’s part 2

Paul’s love language was physical touch there was no denying that. As his lover your body was a canvas for marks of his love, and you were never blank. Paul was also spacey and fidgety; he often spaces off and while his mind wanders so do his hands. He would absentmindedly grab at you when he was off in his own mind, grabbing at your hips and his hands would always find their way under your shirt to caress your skin. You have never minded this habit of his, until recently. Normally it would be Paul’s hands wandering exploring your body, but as of late his teeth have been mindlessly finding their way into your flesh. It’s gotten to the point of having to wear long sleeves, so people don’t ask questions. Having Paul’s fangs piercing your skin is euphoric and intimate, not something you want the entire boardwalk seeing when your lover inevitably spaces off. It’s become quite the problem recently, after having pissed David off for breaking the no “PDV public display of vampirism” rule. You had to figure out something and fast, because you suspected that half of the time, Paul’s been doing it on purpose and getting away with it. Then you had an idea, maybe you could get the point across.

Paul was mid rant with Marko arguing over what the different colors of paint taste like. Paul thought burnt sienna tasted like maple while Marko swears it tasted like mahogany.

“Mahogany isn’t even a flavor Marko you’re bull-shitting!”

“It is too a flavor! You’re just not sophisticated enough to understand the complexity of the flavor.”

“Complexity of flavor!? It’s wood, it would taste like TREE!” Paul was getting so riled up over paint, you would laugh but you were on a mission. Walking up to the pair of bone-headed blondes Marko asks your opinion,

“What do you think y/n?” 

“I think Paul tastes like sour cherry candy.” 

“What-“ before either boy could ask you grabbed Paul by the arm and bit hard into his bicep. Releasing his flesh from your teeth you pull back and give him a sharp look,

“Not fun huh, keep your fangs in your mouth pretty boy.” Turning and walking away filled with confidence and a bit of smugness, you were sure he got the message.

Paul had definitely got a message; it was not the message you wanted to send. Paul was left dumbfounded, mouth agape, and dick rock hard. Marko was just as confused until he saw the way his brother was watching you walk away. Then the gremlin started cackling and fell to the floor. Paul didn’t care about his brother's teasing, the only thing on his mind was, getting you to do that again. 

#the lost boys paul #the lost boys Paul x reader #paul tlb #paul tlb x reader #The Lost Boys 1987 #the lost boys #sgog writes

[the-garbanzo-annex-jr]

By JENNI FRAZER

Describing the climbing on to war memorials during anti-Israel protests as “very sinister” for Britain as well as the Jewish community, Murray said that “the British police have this view, which is not to escalate things. This is different from the view of the French police… in France, the president is allowed to ban protests.

“Macron banned the [anti-Israel] marches, and in the first week, they happened, the police intervened and they didn’t happen again. The police in the UK believe, don’t make a fuss, record it and maybe go in afterwards. But here’s the problem with that. This is something that the Jewish community can bring to the attention of the Metropolitan Police. The problem is that nobody notices when you do a morning arrest at a house in east London. What they notice is people standing in London calling for a Muslim army… and that footage goes around the world”.

“People need to tell police this is utterly unacceptable and that no community should be put through this,” Murray said. “If it was any other community, that community would raise hell”. He agreed with Louisa Clein that the police were fearful of being denounced as Islamophobic, but maintained that “police are meant to step in if they see people breaking the law”.

He added: “There’s not enough noise from the Jewish community about precisely this”, noting that the police were unlikely to fight harder for the community, if the Jewish community itself were not urging action.

Asked by Clein what she should say to her friends on the left, about how to balance their political beliefs with what Murray was saying about Israel and Hamas, the commentator was in no doubt: “Ask them to tell the truth. Look frankly at what is actually happening. I don’t care if I’m thought of as right-wing or not”. He urged those on the left to “listen to the testimony of those on the kibbutzim, who were far to the left of those you are talking about…

“If you go round the sites, you can see Peace Now stickers on what remains of somebody’s fridge. You speak to the people. I spoke to a man who had been on kibbutz all his life, total leftist, peace activist. He was in his safe room on October 7 with his wife and teenage son and daughter”.

The family had shut themselves in their safe room but were unable to lock it. Murray described how the father had held the door closed for a long time, but the terrorists had set fire to the house. The family opened the air vent and were attacked. “They killed his wife, put a Kalashnikov through the shutters and shot his 14-year-old son who bled out in front of him and his daughter”. The dying boy asked to be buried with his surfboard.

“He said to me, I’ve been a leftist all my life. But now I want nothing but potato fields from here to the Mediterranean. We can’t live with these people”. Murray said there were “hundreds” of stories like this. And he asked those on the left: “Have some empathy and understanding for the people who can no longer afford to dream the dreams you dream.”

#douglas murray #hamas #gaza #jews #israel

[chrisevansredbelt]

Run, Rabbit Run

pairing: DARK!mob!steve rogers x wife!reader

warnings: DARK CONTENT. humiliation, kidnapping basically, suggestive themes, guns, roulette, mention of torture, inference to gang violence, police, hair pulling, degradation, slapping, some kissing. no smut.

summary: loosely based off of the song ‘run, rabbit run’.

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You ‘startle’ awake at the feel of his lips on your forehead. ‘Startle’ in quotations because you weren’t actually. You had actually been expecting the gesture ever since his alarm set off at 4:30am, this morning.

It should now be around 5:15am. It never takes Steve too long to get ready. And, going off his farewell kiss to your head, this only proves your estimation. He’ll be on his way to the office at around 5:20… then get there at 5:55 or 6. Just in time for his shorter day, before the weekend.

Friday’s were always Steve’s shorter days. Any other day of the week, he would be up at 4:30 as usual, leaving at 5:15, arriving at 6, finishing at 6. But on Friday’s, on Friday’s, Steve finished at 2.

Steve smiles warmly as you abruptly awaken. Though he loved nothing more than to watch you sleep so peacefully, he also loved when you woke up first thing in the morning- all confused and dumb, “Go back to sleep,” He assures you, petting your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

You mumble incoherently. Steve just huffs a small laugh before tugging the blanket back up your body.

Your hand shoots out then, grabbing his thick wrist before he can retreat it. He’s thoroughly confused, a bit of his fight instincts kicking in, but once he looks back down at you, his scowl softens, “Do you have to leave?” You ask softly, loosening your grip on his wrist a little bit and rubbing your thumb over the skin on the underside of his wrist.

Steve smiles, genuinely this time while he takes your hand on his wrist in his, “I’ll be back soon, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to your hand. You whine at his words, a fake frown gracing your features, “Sam will be here in an hour, okay?” You sigh finally, before nodding, your hand limply slipping out of his grip and back under the warm covers of the blanket.

Steve can’t help himself. He holds your chin softly, taking you by actual surprise, and presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. Chaste was the word used to describe it, sure, but that’s exactly what Steve wanted it to look like. Innocent. Straying away from any hint or indication that he didn’t want to fuck you silly right then and there. But he would. Oh, he would. Why else would he finish work so early?

But, you push these thoughts to the back of your head as you embrace the kiss with a small hum, followed by a, “Love you.”

Steve stood from his leaned position with a proud smile on his face. As he made his way through the house, down to his car, he had a little pep in his step, even. Hell, he would probably say good morning to a few people in the office as he passed by them. Maybe even give way to a car.

Mr. Steven Grant Rogers, CEO of Roger’s and Sons Limited, being polite? Generous? Having manners? One could only dream.

Which is why, when Steve got into his car, the smile on his face disappeared and he pulled out his phone, beginning to make a few calls on his drive to the city.

Meanwhile, as soon as you heard his car start up and back out of the long driveway, you waited two minutes before jumping out of bed and getting ready. Sam wouldn’t be long, he was almost always early so you didn’t have a lot of time.

-

Bucky frowned curiously as he approached his best friend. Two coffees in hand as always, one for himself and on for Steve, Bucky was stunned to see the man so spacey so early in the morning when there was so much work to get done. He sat slumped in his big, leather desk chair- the one his father used to sit at. The chair alone emulated power and authority, and then when Steve was actually sitting on the throne, God help you if you fall out of line.

Usually, he would be nose deep in his computer, eyes almost turning square from looking at the screen so hard. So when Bucky saw how his boss so distant from his work, he clearly worried for his best friend. If he didn’t know any better, Bucky would’ve assumed he was on something. But those days are well over for Steve, and considering what day it is, Bucky has another idea as to what’s wrong.

With a cocky smile now plastered on his face, Bucky sets the cup of coffee down on Steve’s desk before taking a seat in one of the armchairs in front of his desk. Steve eyes the cup and almost begrudgingly reaches for it- perhaps figuring if he stimulates his brain with something else, he’ll take his mind off of what’s bothering him so.

“She has you too pussy whipped for your own good.” Bucky scoffs, man spreading his thick thighs as he takes a sip of his own cup.

Steve allows a small smile to spread across his face, for only Bucky could humour Steve at such a time as now. He takes a cautious sip of his coffee, before leaning back in his chair and shaking his head softly, “It’s not that today,” He smacks his lips, before clocking Bucky’s response.

The cocky smile flees Bucky’s face, and Bucky won’t deny how his heart drops suddenly as he reads Steve’s body language. Something’s wrong… more specifically, something’s wrong with you, “What is it?” He asks, though he has a feeling he already knows.

Steve looks out the window for a moment, the sun still rising. Such hope filled within a new day, curiosity as to what’s to come. Well, it’s too bad that curiosity killed the cat.

“She’s making the biggest mistake of her life.”

-

Ducking your head, you settle into the backseat of the taxi, heart still racing with each second that the driver wastes by stalling a little. You don’t even care about the fact that he’s stalling to scam some more money out of you- you just want to get as far away from this house as possible.

“Where to?” He asks, keeping his attention forward on his GPS as he sets it up, awaiting your response.

“The airport, please.” You say, out of breath. Yeah, packing your whole wardrobe in less than an hour will do that to you.

As soon as the driver makes his way, and you can no longer see the house through the thick trees of the street, you finally allow yourself to relax. Everything is going to plan. You can’t imagine how anything could go wrong from here.

So you settle back into your seat, ducking down a little so that if Sam were to pass by the car (which is totally possible), he wouldn’t see you.

“Where you headed?” The driver asks as he comes to a stop at a red light.

You perk up now, willing to engage in some light conversation to get your mind off things, “Just visiting family in Colorado.” You tell a little white lie.

He nods in fake interest before driving onward. Now that you’re much further from the house, and there’s no possibility that Sam- or really any of Steve’s associates would somehow find you, you sit more relaxed and glance out the window.

You’re gonna miss the city. Not that you didn’t already miss it. Only about once a month were you taken out to a nice restaurant in the city- but even then you were restricted to Steve’s side at all times. Maybe you can come back one day- maybe when you find out that Steve has been assassinated or something. That would be nice.

As you pass by the entrance to the highway, your senses are alerted and you look to the driver, “Hey, you missed the highway.” You politely inform him, hoping it was just a simple mistake. From your view of the back of his head- he seemed young, maybe he was still getting used to the roads. But from the way he ignores you, you don’t know if he hasn’t heard you or is choosing to ignore you. Your hands suddenly feel all clammy and your heart begins to race, “Excuse me?” You try again. Then you hear a collective click all around you and its then the you realise that he’s locked you in. You furrow your brows hard and your heart drops, “Sir-“

So distracted by the fact that this is straight out of some true crime/psychological horror film, you don’t even notice how he reaches into the compartment by his door, and pulls out a gun until he holds it up in front of you.

Your eyes widen, and your breath hitches. Your instinct is to run. But considering that’s impossible right now you maybe opt to break a window. Or even flagging down the attention of another car, for it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that a lone woman in the back of a taxi cab pleading for their attention isn’t exactly a good sign. But as you look out the window, you realise you’re no longer in a busy street. Or moving at all.

He’s come to a stop in a dodgy looking area- where you’re honestly probably safer in the car, with this armed psycho than out there.

The boy turns to you then, and its when you finally get a proper look at his face that you subconsciously tilt your head, recognising him from somewhere… Peter? “M-Mr. Rogers said I can hurt you if I need to.” No. No, no no no no no- “So why don’t you just sit back and let me do the driving.” No, no, no, no.

Your body complies before your mind can comprehend it all. Your back rests agains the seat of the car and he starts driving again. Your mouth is slightly gape- almost dry as an intense anxiety kicks in. How the hell did this happen? How did he know? You feel sick. You want to throw up, maybe that’ll distract the boy and make him pull over. No, he works for Steve- no amount of bodily fluid could make Steve’s employees disobey an order.

You swallow a breath, a bit hard with your desert dry mouth, but you’re too panicked to care. You chew on your bottom lip as you continue to eye the gun in his hand as he simultaneously steers the wheel. Looking back up at the road ahead, you ask lowly, “Where are you taking me?” You watch as he only eyes you through his rear-view mirror before looking back to the road. You should’ve known he wouldn’t tell you. You chew on your lip even harder now, drawing blood as the metallic taste invades your mouth. You bounce your leg uncontrollably and your breathing starts to lose rhythm. You know this boy could very well hurt you- you’re still debating if he would go as far to kill you, but you doubt it. So you try your luck in speaking once more, “Please,” You beg softly, tears falling that you didn’t even know were accumulating, “Please, I know he’s mean to you-“

In the blink of an eye, he shoots the gun. You squeal, squeezing your eyes shut and covering your face. You prepare to feel the warmth of the bullet in some part of your body- but after a few seconds of nothing but your ears ringing- you open your eyes and uncover your face. You look all over your body, then, as if you come up empty, you look to Peter, who continues driving like nothing just happened- though his grip on both the wheel and the gun is unyielding. You let out a breath of relief as your eyes travel upward to where a small glimpse of sunlight peeks through a freshly shot hole in the roof of the car.

It’s not long until Peter is pulling up to some rich neighbourhood. You swallow thickly at the large houses, separated by large trees and even larger land. Not even your family lived in a neighbourhood as nice as this. But you’re not surprised if this is where Steve has some secret home, where he cheats on you with strippers and prostitutes- not that you would care at all. Come to think of it, you do remember overhearing Bucky let slip about some other house… murder house? But surely that isn’t this house, right?

Some men guard a large gate that surrounds the house and you shudder when you see Sam in the small booth, talking with a few other men. They open up the gate for Peter to drive through and you do your best to avoid eye contact- but you can feel all of their stares. You also notice how they’re all armed, guns at the ready should you decide to run, you guess.

As Peter pulls up closer and closer to the house, your breath hitches when you see Steve standing by the doors. Oh, he’s mad. He does well to hide it, but you see right through the facade. Ew, you hate that you know him that well in order to be able to decipher that.

As the car comes to a stop, Bucky opens the door to the backseat before harshly grabbing you and all but yanking you out of the car.

Careless to you being able to find your footing, he holds your arms firmly as he ties them together behind your back with a piece of stretchy white cloth.

You eye the many men that stand around you now, all wielding guns, all watching your every move. Knowing Steve, they were probably each assigned a body part to focus on that would indicate any kind of inclination to run.

You suddenly feel cold. It’s summer, and the temperature is scalding, but you freeze under so many cold stares.

You wince as Bucky tightens the fabric around your wrists, before harshly grabbing your upper arm and dragging you towards Steve.

You barely have any time to think as he hands you off to Steve. Steve grips your face with one hand, thumb and index finger on either cheek as he squishes them together and tilts your head up to look at him.

He stares down at you hard, but his features slowly soften as he tsks. He presses an unwanted kiss to your lips and it takes everything in you not to kick him in the balls. Even though your ankles aren’t tied, you know that if you even take a step backwards, you’ll probably be shot.

As Steve pulls away from your lips, his hand travels to your hair, stroking it in place, carding his fingers through it before grabbing a fistful and pulling, “Ah-“ You gasp.

“Just when I thought you were finally starting to learn,” He starts, suddenly smiling down at you, “That, like your father, you shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds you.” You try not to let his mention of your father sway you, “But just like your stubborn bitch of a mother, you’re not very bright.” A few laughs sound and it really takes everything in you not to spit in his face. He knew mentioning how badly it stung whenever he mentioned your parents- as if killing them wasn’t enough. “I mean, come on,” He starts up again, “Did you really think you could ever get away from me?” You blink a stray tear and Steve smiles wider as it slides down your cheek, “Aw, don’t cry, Bunny. You’ll only encourage me.” He taunts as he wipes it away.

Looking to his men, he nods to the house and they all obey, filing into the house. Bucky stays behind you as Steve loosens his grip on your hair and resorts to your arm, pulling you up the stairs and into the grand house.

You can’t help but ogle at its size when you enter, the foyer itself probably larger than your bedroom back at his other house.

Steve leads you into what you assume is the living room, and sets you down onto the coffee table in front of the couch. Yes, the coffee table, not the couch. Because right now, you’re not a person to him- to be fair, you’re not sure if you ever were. You’re his property, an item in his assets.

Steve sits across from you on the couch, while the rest of his men surround you once more. Bucky appears beside you, another white strip of fabric in hand as he kneels to the ground in front of you and grabs hold of your ankles.

“You can cum if you need to, honey, it’s no secret you’re a rope bunny.” Steve quirks as he leans back against the couch, watching his best friend tie your ankles together.

Laughs elicit from all around you, but you try to block them out. Your head is too full off ideas on what he could do to you now- what they can do to you- what he could make them do to you.

As Bucky finishes tying your ankles together, Steve sighs heavily, looking over you. You can’t help but squirm under his gaze, no longer feeling as ballsy as you were outside now that you’re inside.

There truly is no way out now. Not with the locks on the doors and not with a gun assigned to each of your body parts.

“Leave us,” Steve finally speaks after a beat of silence.

Each man makes their way out of the living room and presumably, into the kitchen. Bucky leaves as well, leaving you completely alone with Steve. You hate to admit it, but it does feel a little less unnerving with just Steve. At least Steve hasn’t got 10 guns pointed at you.

Steve stands from the couch, beginning to circle you, clearly deep in thought.

“You act like I’m the bad guy here,” He starts and you furrow your brows- only because he stands behind you and can’t see, “Like I treat you so horribly on my own accord…” He adds. His hand comes to pet your hair again and you hope he didn’t notice your flinch. He rounds you, prodding your chin up with his cold fingers, “Like you’re not the one booking flights across the world to start a new life in a shitty, little townhouse.” You’re silent as you’re forced to stare up at him.

He goes to speak again, but as he opens his mouth, a loud, singular siren blares from outside. A police siren. Both of your heads whip towards the window and Steve abandons you completely when he sees the cop car pulling up to his driveway.

He furrows his brows tightly, watching as Sam approaches the cop car with defensive hands in attempt to turn them away.

As Steve turns back around at the sound of his men back at the doorway of the living room. He looks over their confused faces, half agreeing before realising what exactly they’re so confused about. Where the hell you are.

Steve parts his lips, glancing all around the living room, “Where did she go?”

“I don’t know-“ Bucky stutters, the rest of them agreeing.

“Did anyone see?” Steve asks, voice loudening a little. His men shake their scared heads and Steve runs a stressed hand through his hair before discarding his gun under the window seat, keeping it open for the rest of them to put their guns in as well, “Search the entire fucking house while I deal with them.” Steve orders, before frustratedly making his way to the front door.

“What if she’s outside?” Clint asks.

Steve spins in his tracks, “Then send a search party.” He says sarcastically before opening the door and greeting the police.

You listen intently at the sound of Steve’s men searching the house. Few go upstairs, few go out the back door and few linger around the bottom.

You also try and listen to what it is the police want, but once Steve had slammed the front door shut, you couldn’t hear a thing.

Your heart pounded in your chest, it was any wonder it wasn’t audible from the outside of the closet you were hiding in. You also tried silencing your laboured breaths- the adrenaline of escaping Steve in the moment and slipping out of the confines around your ankles exhausting you.

Steve can’t bring himself to care that much about the police on his driveway. They were called from one of the nosy neighbours, complaining about suspicious activity and guns. Big whoop. Steve would simply explain how he knew Tony Stark and they would be on their way.

For, what Steve cared about the most right now- more than anything, was you. And where the fuck you were.

It’s not long before you start to realise how much of a bad idea hiding was. As you hear someone on the ground floor opening and closing every door they come across in order to find you, you know it’s over for you.

Sure, you’re hiding behind a coat and a suitcase, but you’ll definitely be seen once the door opens.

As approaching footsteps sound closer and closer to the door, your heart rises to your throat. You stop breathing so as to not make anymore noise but it’s useless as the door is pulled open.

The both of you are taken aback. You, because of who’s found you and Peter, because he actually found you.

You plead with your eyes, shaking your head and begging him to spare you. To shut the door and act like he saw nothing.

It’s a long shot, you know it, but it’s worth a try. As he purses his lips, he sighs- most likely feeling guilty for what pain and suffering he’s about to put you through as he probably calls out to Bucky that’s he’s found you.

As you look down, preparing for your fate, the closet gets darker and darker. You look back up, seeing only a slither of Peters sympathetic face before the closet door is being shut.

So the cops were sent on their way after a not-so subtle threat that Steve knew Tony Stark and Nick Fury. He waited until they were out of sight, exiting the large gates of the home before heading back inside.

“We can’t find her anywhere in the house.” Bucky informs Steve as soon as he re-enters.

Steve sighs, nostrils flaring and blood boiling, “Start looking outside then.” He orders simply before opening up his phone.

After a few minutes on his phone, sending out a few orders to his men on their groupchat, he then makes his way to the lonesome living room.

He sighs heavily as he slowly paces around the place. He opens up the window seat to retrieve his gun now that the police are gone and is glad to see that the others have as well.

Spinning it around his index finger, he whistled a tune. ‘Run, Rabbit Run’. He feels it’s very fitting.

He takes slow, deliberate steps towards the closet, smile growing ever so softly as he glided the gun over the door before walking past it and back towards the couch.

He takes a comfortable seat, allowing you a moment to think you’re off the hook. Heck, maybe he’ll keep you in there all day. You’ll have to crack eventually- need food, water, to go to the toilet. But what real fun is that?

So, Steve sighs once more, rolling his jaw before speaking, “I know you’re in there.” He speaks softly. From the inside of the closet, you blink dumbly into the darkness, wondering if you heard him correctly, “What you made Peter do is gonna cost the kid his life, you know that?” He threatens and you softly gasp, “Unless you come out… say you’re sorry. We can forget this ever happened.” He tries to reason, “And I won’t punish you.”

You find yourself chewing on your bottom lip again. It’s not a hard decision you have to make. You know Steve would never kill you, to some extent, you know what power you hold over him.

But you know damn well he won’t hesitate to kill Peter for protecting you like that. You don’t know how Steve found out- but it would be safe to assume he had some kind of camera system hooked up to his phone.

And you’re not letting that poor kid die because of a stupid mistake you made.

So, you step over the suitcase you hid behind and softly push open the closet door with your knee, seeing that your hands were still tied. You squint at the light that greets you, before fixing your gaze on your husband.

You swallow your heart that had previously crept up in your throat, before softly pleading, “Don’t hurt him.”

He finally turns to look at you, inspecting you almost and this time, you can’t read his face, “If I didn’t know any better,” He starts off, moving off the couch to stand in front of you. That way, he establishes his power- the way he towers over you, “I would think you were in love with the boy.” You internally roll your eyes at his jealousy peaking through, and when you don’t respond, denying the allegations, Steve tilts his head, “Oh?”

“No, Steve-“ You quickly say, your voice hoarse since it’s the first time you’re speaking since Peter first brought you here, “He’s just so young.” You reason, “I-I love you-“

Steve’s hand wraps around your neck so fast you don’t even see his hand move, “You have a very funny way of showing it, honey.” You stare at him with wide eyes, fear written all over your face as he presses harshly against your neck- constricting your breathing, “I know I said I wouldn’t punish you- that we could forget this all happened,” He looks over your body, your tits in particular, licking his lips, “But I’m not exactly in a forgiving mood right now.”

You audibly whimper, “No, please-“ Your voice strains against his hand.

“And you didn’t even apologise.”

“I’m sorry!” You plead, grip loosening slightly as he trails his gun over your heart and tits- circling your nipple through your clothes as well, “Please, Steve, I was stupid to try to leave you-“ He shoved the gun inside your mouth and you feel immediate tears well up in your eyes, the absolute fear of it all kicking in tenfold.

Steve cocks the gun and you gasp with it still inside your mouth. You can only watch as his finger presses down on the trigger and you squeeze your eyes shut.

The gun only clicks in your mouth however, the bullet never eliciting and your head still intact.

You open your eyes, staring wildly at a maniacal Steve. He has never taken it that far before and now you’re left questioning everything you once thought you knew about this man- that he would never actually kill you…

“Just a precaution,” He says, moving the gun around inside your mouth before pulling it out and returning it to the waistband of his pants, “It’s going to take a lot for me to trust you again.”

His words go in one ear and out the other, your body and mind practically in shock from his recent action that he seemingly just sweeper under the rug as if it didn’t happen.

He pulls out his phone from his back pocket with his free hand, resting it between his ear and his shoulder as he kneels to the floor and picks up your previously discarded fabric that was tied to your ankles.

He ties it back around where Bucky had previously failed to do so, so much tighter this time so as to not take any chances with you. Not that you have the gall to run or hide or even look at Steve wrong ever again.

No, Steve has finally done it. Steve has officially conditioned you to do exactly as he says.

“Call off the searches. Come back to the house. Stay on the ground floor.” He says into his phone, before hanging up. On his way back up, standing upright, he practically throws you over his shoulder, smacking your ass in the process as he stalks towards the grand staircase, “Come on, Bunny,” He sighs, “You’ve got lots to re-learn.”

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BYEEEEEE

#steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #mob!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers smut #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x y/n #captain america

[mewguca]

Me when I self-insert so hard i accidentally take a one-off drawing and make it a whole au

haha i am back on my nonsense...

btw dress design is from pansear-doodles helm comic!!!! thank you so much pan for the moon in an egg dress it still makes me happy :)

i guess the idea is basically. twin moons haha. diana is more like. the game version of moon but probably slightly different in some way idk i gotta work on them both...Luna is kinda just. slef insert beam go brrr but also kinda different i guess uh. different kinda strengths and weaknesses?

Diana is more "proper" and better versed in her iterator duties and the knowledge of the world around her. She's more outgoing and assertive and can even sometimes be a little bit sarcastic. She takes on a big sisterly role for the other iterators, checking in on them a lot. She is well-informed on politics and history and other topics that concern her duties, and she monitors the condition of the Regions around her. She tends to be more logical and rational, but that is not to say she is cold by any means. She is sort of the model of a "perfect" iterator, and she is praised as such. This gives her expectations to live up to, though, and she sometimes struggles under the pressure to live up to them.

Luna is less focused on her duties and more...spacey I guess? She's much more shy and reserved and is a bit more pessimistic and unconfident...but she enjoys creating things like drawing and singing and talking to the residents of their can(s) about their creations. She is less concerned about things like politics and history and more interested in looking at cute little creatures in the surrounding ecosystem, haha. She also has a bit of a mischievous side she lets show sometimes. She likes to make people laugh and maybe tease them a bit.

They're both very caring though, of course. They both share that aspect of Moon! They especially care about each other and enjoy spending time together...they also like to dote on their little brother FP. They are both highly regarded, if in somewhat different ways and for different reasons. Diana is revered for her academic and practical contributions, such as keeping the systems running smoothly. Luna is revered for her contributions to the culture and the arts in the cities atop her can. They serve important roles and are seen as inseparable.

Of course yknow theyre not perfect so they can be kinda envious of each other sometimes etc etc hehe...

I suppose my idea for their structures is connecting structures? They have a connecting chamber in the middle, and the combination of structures in general can be either connected or separated. Diana is technically the senior twin so she has the overall authority at the end of the day. They also still share some water with FP because they are still neighbors.

I am unsure what their chat acronyms should be...maybe copy the theme of moon's ingame one and do Big Sis Diana and Little Sis Luna? Though...then thatd be confusing talking to their little brother maybe haha. But having them use LTTMI and LTTMII does not seem...the most practical.

When it comes to ...yknow...I am unsure which direction I want to go in. Should I have them collapse together since it's less scary if they have each other?

or should I be evil and make one of them force their water onto the other so they can get help for the other twin...But then....they'd definitely be separated...and if one side collapses more than the other, I'm not sure how you'd get them back together. Much to think about!

I think it'd be cute to see them interact with monk and surv, though! the little scug siblings! just like them! and separated just like them if we go that route smiles diabolically

I do want them to be happy in the end of course! but yknow we can have a little suffering as a treat

I have much to flesh out...waahhhh the brainrot never ends I suppose

#rain world #egg art #egg doodles #rain world oc #rain world au #looks to the moon #twin moons #i do apologize if something doesnt really make sense i still do not know the full lore haha #but also the brainrot cannot be stopped even if my silly little ideas are not the most realistic #eggmoon oc #rambled eggs

[simsinlowspace]

Too Fond of Books - Book Cover & Novel Icon Defaults

Hey everyone! I have something a little different to share today...a set of book cover and novel icon defaults! 📚

Full disclosure first: learning how to default stuff is really high on my priority list right now, but I have not done it yet. These defaults are simply texture swaps of Slig's Default Book Covers and Novel Icons because I am very much a don't-reinvent-the-damn-wheel kind of woman. Obviously, you cannot have Slig's defaults and mine at the same time.

So there are covers for all the book genres, including the skill-book-on-steroids that comes from the education career reward shelf:

They're mostly inspired by Sims elements, although not entirely:

Romance: Pleasantview, featuring Daniel and Mary Sue Pleasant

Drama: A Veronaville Dream

Mystery: The Hound I'm a fan of Sherlock Holmes stories so this is just a straight-up Hound of the Baskervilles reference, but I made the (illegible lol) author Mole, as in Desiderata Valley's John Mole

Reference: The Maastrichtian Age, which is the age when Tyrannosaurus rex lived...I don't care if they're studying cleaning, I always want my Sims reading about dinosaurs XD

Cooking: Sue's Secret Recipes as a nod to Sue's Secret Kitchen, the cooking hobby secret lot

Sci-Fi: Dragon Valley Sooo...I like sci-fi, but I'm much more into fantasy, so that's the direction I went for this one (it still says sci-fi on the bookshelf selection). The (also illegible) author is Hugh Grey, a writer from TS3's Dragon Valley hood

Children's: Bilious Bob by Thomas Quill, historian/librarian from TS3's Barnacle Bay. This is a reference to the pirate captain ghost who haunts the Twikkii Island pirate ship

Education Skill Book: Knowledge For All Seasons by Lazlo Curious. Does what it says on the box :P

And then there are the icon replacements. The covers match the ones above (minus the education book, of course). I went through a lot of icons and found matches for most of the plot elements...but I also changed quite a few to better suit my own tastes. Most of the sci-fi stuff got nixed in favor of new fantasy elements, and some of the ones I never used went out the window as well.

So you still get aliens and weather, but also dragons and tea, because who doesn't love dragons and tea? 🐉 🍵

There are two separate packages in the download, so if you only want book defaults and not the icons, or vice versa, just chuck the one you don't want. Swatches are also included as a reference.

Most of the book cover icons are by max.icons, but there are also a few by Chanut-is-Industries, ultimatearm, Icon Pond and Freepik. All of the plot element icons are by Freepik.

DOWNLOAD (SFS) Replacements are ~1 MB

Lots of love, Spacey

#ts2cc #ts2 default #sims 2 default #s2cc #ts2 download #sims 2 download #ts2 custom content #sims 2 custom content #s2 cc #ts2

[the-phantom-author]

https://www.tumblr.com/the-phantom-author/733902575970271232/reader-has-a-dream-were-she-has-a-child-and-when I’m thinking about this and can’t get over it.

Hasan is so used to your random comments and things you think about. And he knows how in your head you get, so he knows when you’re kinda spacey, biting your nails, distracted on stream with him, etc. and as we’ve discussed he’s #1 communicator, if something’s up he’s not letting it go till you talk and he’s sure it’s okay.

You’re getting ready for bed, you’re in the bathroom washing your face and he’s taking all the throw pillows off the bed, taking his shirt off, blah blah.

He’s coming to lean on the door frame and asks “u ok? You haven’t said much today?” And you nod. You’ve had a feeling in your stomach all day, really not knowing how to approach the subject.

“You sure?” He comes behind you in the mirror and boxes you in at the counter, arms on either side of you while you do your skincare. “Talk to me, I want to help.”

You put whatever you’re holding down and look at him. “I want a baby.”

He nods, glad you’re communicating. “Okay.”

“Okay?” You ask. Surprised at how well he’s taking that, because really? A human baby??? A baby? Like we have to take care of for the rest of our lives?

“Yeah. Let’s have a baby.”

You just smile at him. “Okay.”

You just turn and kiss him.

“There’s more stuff to talk about, but we can talk in the morning. Let’s go to bed.”

And you snuggle up under the covers, talking about your futures, baby names, things you can’t wait to do with the baby. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

X

He notices that something wrong because of you being more spacy than normal, but he so knows that nothing is wrong wrong. Because you're still normal, you're still prepping meals with him, and being on stream, you're just a bit out of it. Which is why he's okay letting you sit with it until you come to him, or the end of the day.

When he does get it out of you, that you want to start trying for a baby, and you hear he's game for it, you're clarifying what you mean because "A baby. Like a baby baby. A baby that will grow into a human adult, baby. You're okay with that.?" And he's just "Yeah, of course I am, especially with you."

The rest of the night is just the two of talking about your future kids, plans for the nursery, what you think they'll look like.

#he's so in love with you #and he's just been waiting for you to be ready to start trying of kids #beucase its your life that'll be affected the most #from maturity leave to the physical changes and mental changes #hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader #Bohogothic #dad!hasan

[bnuuybee-writes]

hi!! we have a fictive of muichiro in our system, and we were just wondering if you'd be able or willing to write an agere drabble with cg mitsuri and little mui? if not that's totally fine!! you can add in any of the hashira too, if you'd like <3 - 🌸💫

Little Daydreamer (regressor muichiro tokito hcs)

author's note: omg hi !!! i would love to! unfortunately, I don't exactly have the spoons for a whole drabble, but I can do some cg hashira & agere muichiro, with a focus on cg mitsuri! i love doing agere content, esp since i'm a regressor myself! some of the habits, i'm going to be drawing from my own experience, but i do feel like they'd fit muichiro too!!!

nicknames: gogo - gyomei; mitsi - mitsuri; nemi - sanemi; yuyu - giyuu; banban - obanai; shibu - shinobu; tenten - tengen; goku - rengoku

cws: vent regression; trauma; flashbacks; tooth-rotting fluff; some of em are trauma cgs if you squint; mentions of their pasts

Little Muichiro is normally an easy child. One might say he's an angel or even a little spacey boy.

But, the times where Muichiro play regresses are rare and far between.

Normally, it's something that upsets the Mist Hashira to the point where he needs that sense of protection.

Whether it be a particularly rough mission, a reminder of his past, or even someone slamming their hand down on a table (coughsanemicough) Muichiro will shrink back.

The signs are subtle, and sometimes he'd go a whole day without being noticed that he slipped... Unless he's around Mitsuri.

Mitsuri Kanroji

He's always trusted the Love Hashira with his regressed self. She just had this maternal factor to her that made him feel safe.

So when Mitsuri notices Muichiro's brow slightly furrowed or him biting softly on his lip, she springs into action.

"Hi there little one. Do you wanna come with Mama Mitsu? Wanna talk about it?" She would ask, kneeling down to Muichiro's height and holding out her hand.

Muichiro, being a nonverbal little, would obviously not want to talk about it, just give vague details. When he does speak, it's in a hushed voice in Mitsuri's ear.

"Scawy... Dun' like... Wan' baba..."

Mitsuri immediately understands and takes Muichiro by the hand, taking him to a secluded, calming area and giving him a child's cup and a small wood pacifier with the nib made out of natural rubber.

When the other Hashira took notice, they didn't know what to do, though Mitsuri advised them to just treat him like a child.

So, they did... With varying degrees of success.

(other hashira cgs under the cut !!!)

Gyomei Himejima

Poor guy didn't know what to do when Muichiro started crying after he fell over and scraped his knee

He's blind, not like he could see the wound. So, obviously, he calls Shinobu over.

While she tends to the wound, Gyomei then thinks of something to help Muichiro stop wailing.

He then remembers a song his mother sang to him whenever the Rock Hashira was crying as a child. So, he gently takes Muichiro into his arms and sings.

The soft rumble of his chest and soothing breath lulls Muichiro into a nap, the little one curling into the burly man's chest.

When I tell you this man started sobbing.

And when Muichiro gives Gyomei the nickname gogo, he melts and happily accepts the title.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi immediately grows protective of Muichiro

He's the oldest of five kids, he doesn't want to see someone he considers another little brother to get hurt

So when the Wind Hashira sees the child upset, he immediately springs into action, wiping the little one's tears away with a gentle hand.

"Ey, ey, none'a that, li'l one. C'mon, what's wrong? Wha'cha need, kiddo?"

He hates seeing Muichiro cry. Not because he doesn't like when kids cry or display emotion...

It reminds him of the times where his father got to his siblings before he can.

"Nemi... Wan up... Wan nemi..." The two year old would mumble, making grabby hands for the white-haired male.

So, of course, Sanemi would oblige. And he will carry Muichiro until he wants to be let down or Sanemi has to do something.

Also, whenever Sanemi is about to cuss, he stops and replaces it with a censored word. Or tell Muichiro to "use earmuffs", aka cover his ears.

"I've only had little Muichiro for about two minutes. But if anything were to happen to him, I will take out everyone in this room and then myself."

Protective big brother

Giyuu Tomioka

Is this how Tsutako felt...?

As he shushes the crying child, patting his back and rocking him while sitting on the floor, Giyuu's mind trails back to his late sister.

She's always been something of a mother to him, since theirs was absent and Giyuu never knew her due to her dying during his birth.

He remembers how Tsutako calmed him when he was near-inconsolable like how Muichiro is now.

Whenever Giyuu woke up from nightmares, his sister will hold his head to her chest, against her heart, and sing...

So Giyuu does that. His voice is soft as he presses Muichiro's head against his heart, the soft beating and swaying rhythm calming the wailing toddler.

"As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you... Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to... If I can change the way that you see yourself... You wouldn't wonder why, dear, they don't deserve you..."

The crying would subside into small sniffles and coughs from ragged breathing. Giyuu would sigh with relief, thankful that trick still works.

He then gets Muichiro some dango to cheer up, eating it with the small Hashira in his lap.

Obanai Iguro

He's afraid he's going to hurt the kid.

Muichiro is volatile as it is, and he doesn't want to upset the child further.

Mitsuri said that if he's just patient, he'll be okay.

But he feels it wearing a bit thin when Muichiro starts fussing and he doesn't know what to do. and Mitsuri's out on a mission.

So, Obanai just sits there, paralyzed and not knowing what to do as Muichiro fusses.

And then... He just scoops the kiddo up and holds him.

"Hey, uh... I dunno what's goin' on with you... But I'ma try 'nd be here, 'kay? Y'at least deserve that much..."

He remembers those nights in that damn clan... Well, it was more of a cult than a clan. In that wood cage, isolated and prone to the elements.

He remembers wishing for someone to hold him. To give him that warmth in the frigid loneliness.

So, he wants to be that for the volatile Muichiro. He wants to be that warmth.

He wants to be the person he never got as a kid... So, he stays by Muichiro when the other Hashira are busy and can't take up babysitting at the moment.

After all... Being called "banban!!" isn't too bad...

Shinobu Kocho

Besides Mitsuri, Muichiro also trusts Shinobu with his regression.

Mitsuri was the first one to inform Shinobu of Muichiro's littlespace when he was sick once and vent regressed.

Shinobu, being good with kids, immediately knew what to do.

While in the Butterfly Mansion recovering, Muichiro would be practically doted on by Shinobu, Kanao and Aoi.

The attention was a bit much when the three crowded him, causing him to fuss. So, for a couple days, it was just Shinobu tending to him.

When she tried giving him medicine and he refused, she then approached it differently.

"Sweetie, I know the medicine is icky, but you have to take it if you want to play with Mitsi again... Tell you what - You can take it in a cup and drink water after... Or I can mix it with some tea so it's not as icky."

Muichiro contemplates the question before uttering "tea...", sniffling from a runny nose.

Afterwards, Shinobu tells him how brave he is for taking a big step through bigger emotions. He hugs her, clinging to her robes and calls her "Shibu..."

The name makes her melt almost instantly.

After he feels better, he plays with Kanao and Aoi in the courtyard, laughing and jovial again while Mitsuri comes to pick him up.

Tengen Uzui

Tengen is considered the fun uncle.

That being said, he isn't as laid back as Rengoku is.

He gives the kid structure, something he never had growing up in a shinobi clan.

And if Muichiro accidentally messes with something, it's gently explained to him.

"Hey there, li'l guy. If you do that, then you'll get super hurt, 'nd we don't want that, huh?"

Muichiro would nod and feel guilty before Tengen hugs him and explains no, kid, 'm not mad, just worried about you.

The wives adore Muichiro.

Hinatsuru helps him calm down and practices deep breathing with him when his emotions get really high.

Makio play-chases him around the house, making Muichiro laugh.

And whenever Muichiro cries, he cries with Suma. The two let out their emotions together, hugging each other and being the support for the other.

Life at Tenten's house is fun for Muichiro, and he knows no matter what that he's safe and loved there.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Ohhhhhh my goodness.

If this man isn't the embodiment of chaos now, then put him on babysitting duty for Muichiro.

There's a reason there has to be two adults present when Rengoku has Muichiro under his care.

Rengoku is the type of caregiver who will do things the actual caregiver tells them not to with a sly "don't tell cg" and a laugh.

When he starts trying to get onto Muichiro about something he shouldn't be doing, he immediately stops and wants in on it, too.

"Up, bupbupbup, what'd we say 'bout candy before dinner?... Actually... 'Ey lemme have some'a that, looks good-"

When he carries Muichiro, he carries him over his shoulder like a sack of rice, so when someone calls for him he just-

"Hey, Rengoku-san!"

*spins around rlly fast, making Muichiro give those baby belly giggles* "Yeah?"

This doesn't mean he isn't serious during the tougher times. He will become fiercely protective over an injured/crying Muichiro.

"Whoever decided to put their hands on my sunshine, please come outside so I can peacefully break your legs :)"

'Goku is a very playful and protective bubba, 'nd no one can tell me otherwise.

#°bun squeaks° #demon slayer #kny #knyagere #demon slayer agere #fandom agere #mitsuri kanroji #gyomei himejima #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #obanai iguro #shinobu kocho #tengen uzui #kyojuro rengoku #muichiro tokito #this was adorable to write omg-

[leafcabbage]

hi! for the last almost two years, i've been writing a benchtrio-centric dream SMP college student government au! at this point, that feels a little weak for all that it is, since it covers a LOT more than student government.

the setup: ranboo is an assistant to the Somnium Peninsula University's student government (Board and Senate) and in their first year at the university. tommy and tubbo are both on the senate, as are a variety of the other dsmp characters. tommy and tubbo meet ranboo, and almost immediately begin a friendship with them, but ranboo is full of trauma and dealing with a lot of shit on the side, making things a little rocky for them.

but wait, there's more! you've got queer characters, characters with disabilities, acknowledgement of the shitty side of american universities, heavily researched medical issues, and a story of found family and learning that there can be more to life than what's been thrown at you.

if any of this interests you, check out dead relatives and daddy issues for 642,214 words (and counting!) of hurt/comfort and mild projection from the author (did you know i work in student government? because i work in student gover-)

testimonies:

"i enjoy the updates on how fucked up ranboo is" - @pigeonhome

"thrown my phone and dislocated my thumb for drdi . 10/10 will definitely read again" - @crowsnesthoot

"Made me cry like every two chapters /pos - in all seriousness so well written with so much research, the dialogue feels in character and the characters feel so real, 10/10" - @approximately12lbs-of-ducks

"genuinely changed my life for the better!" - @hannahkthesciencegay

"read the first fic in the series over the course of two days and it only took that long because i has school i was that hooked it’s an amazing and well written story that has made me feel so many emotions i cannot recommend it enough 1000000/10" - @spacey-rambles

"Characters feel like real people and situations feel like real situations, its obvious the amount of thought and care Kale Leafcabbage puts into this fic <3" - @inessen-kryo

"fard" - @mrhotdog95

"Drdi actually stands for 'Damnboy Read Dis Immediately'! i promise you won't lose sleep over this fic! (<- lying but it's worth it)" - @potatocupcakeval

"cool fic by a cool guy" - @synech-doche

#dream smp fanfiction #dsmp fic #dsmp fanfiction #benchtrio #dsmp au #i finished the most recent fic and thought this would be a good time to promo :] #drdi #cabbage posts

[social-mockingbird]

keldabe kisses are the windows to the soul (pt.2)

(tech x reader)

pt. 1 here!  pt. 3 here!

hello, lovely humans! i hope you’re doing well! here is part two! i thought this would only be two parts, but it will probably end up being three. it is a slower burn than i originally intended, but i am having a blast writing the Pining™️.

author’s rec: red giant by stellardrone is a gorgeous spacey vibe of a song and fits this part really well :D

________

You really weren’t that surprised Cid let you go with the boys. She’d taken one look at your suddenly watery eyes when Echo told you they were leaving, huffed, and started digging credits out of her pockets. 

“Advance pay,” she’d croaked at you. “Don’t be gone too long.” 

It had been two months of jobs, sleeping on the Marauder and eating rations, and you’d never been happier. Wrecker and Omega had taken to including you during their game nights, and Hunter had shown you a few basic moves with his hunting knife. You’d had at least two holofilm nights with Echo and he always cried at the sad parts and always pretended he didn’t. It was, despite some hairy missions and sleepless nights, a quiet sort of existence. So you’d had a lot of time to think.

They’d told you Tech’s thing was his smarts–the Kaminoans had blessed him with increased mental capacity and a photographic memory that made him wicked brilliant and a total nerd to boot. He still hadn’t stopped ranting about the beetles you’d found on Kashyyyk three weeks ago to anyone who would listen (you). 

But you swore his real talent was in perceptiveness–he noticed everything. 

Which was not helpful when you were prone to staring at him. 

He was captivating, and it was horrible. You told yourself it was because of how intent he got on his work, his rare smiles, his gentle hands. 

But you knew it was his eyes. 

Omega and Kix–God, you missed Kix–were the only clones you knew who ever came close to the particular shade of gold in Tech’s eyes, but Omega’s were too auburn, Kix’s too brown. It was a sharp contrast to the almost greyish-brown of Hunter’s eyes and the bluish tint of Wrecker’s one good eye. 

But he noticed every time you started to stare, and you could almost swear he’d started staring back–and that was not something you were prepared to handle. Kix used to do the same, meeting your eyes over trays of meds and bacta, noticing when you got too exhausted or overwhelmed. 

But your feelings for Kix were a pretty scar on your healing heart. You mourned him, and loved him, but you knew moving on was what he would have wanted for you, selfless as he was. 

And now there was Tech.

You told yourself it was a silly crush. You were lonely, and he was a weird sort of lovely. Gentle with you and Omega, patient, and quietly kind. He’d been the one to let you sit up with him when you needed a night to think, and the one to regale you with the oddest facts about his favorite monsters and animals from adventures to make you laugh and wonder. So you resigned yourself to quiet loving, the kind that didn’t scare people away, the kind that didn’t hurt too much when you had to move on. 

And then you hurt yourself during a stargazing trip. 

It was the perfect definition of trip, really; nothing more cartoonish could have happened to you than the way you caught your toe on a twisty root and flailed all the way to the ground, making a noise that sounded like a sick Wookie. A nasty flare of pain went up your wrist when it caught the brunt of your fall. 

Wrecker laughed first, because it was funny, but he was the first to pick you up and set you gently upright on the ground when he heard you groan. You did your best not to sniffle. They’d all had worse than some stupid scrapes and a tweaked wrist, and you weren’t about to complain. 

Hunter assured you your wrist wasn’t broken and took the bandages from Echo’s pack to wrap it while Omega cleaned the scrapes on your chin and palms and knees with something that stung. It was sweet, the way they all gathered around you, a pack of worried siblings. 

“I can carry her to the outcropping.” 

Tech’s voice was a surprise. He’d silently watched as his sister and brothers tended to you, eyes on your face the whole time. 

“That’s sweet, Tech, but I can walk.” You waggled your feet. “Still in tip-top shape.” Your left ankle twinged in protest, and you winced. 

____

It made sense that Tech would be able to carry you effortlessly. He was just as fast and strong as his brothers, and one of the tallest in the crew. It was just—he held you like it was nothing. You couldn’t feel him straining, and any shifting he did only brought you closer into his embrace. He’d encouraged you to wrap your arms around his neck to make transporting you a bit easier, and he didn’t seem to mind that you’d rested your head on his chest, eyes closed. There wasn’t much to see until the outcropping anyway. 

He had his own scent underneath the regulation soap you all used and it was driving you crazy. 

And thinking about it was driving you crazier. You were glad Echo couldn’t see your face because you wouldn’t be able to stand the knowing look he’d give you. Echo’s antics would reveal your feelings faster than you’d ever want. 

Faint pink light made you open your eyes just as Tech shifted your weight, setting you down on a flat rock and making sure your legs weren’t folded uncomfortably. He settled next to you and placed a hand over your eyes. 

“Tech. What?” You almost pried his hand away but then that would mean touching his hand and suddenly you were overthinking it and twisting your fingers in your lap. 

“Wait until everyone gets settled. In approximately seven ticks it will be the optimal viewing time.” 

So you sat, trying not to think about how warm his gloved hand was, and breathed out a sigh, focusing on the gentle warmth of the light seeping through Tech’s fingers. 

When he drew his hand away everything was new. 

Most planets you visited had sunrises in similar colors, buttery yellows and oranges and the sort of pink you loved as a little girl, but this sky was purple, and so clear. 

There was faint pink light on the horizon where the sun was starting to come up, lining the few flat clouds with scarlet, but the main attraction was the sky above it, a rich, smooth violet expanse, filled with stars and galaxies like gems on a gown. Even Wrecker went silent after his first delighted shout, and you watched the planets dance in a glassy sky, reflected in the smooth water below the outcropping. You forgot about your aching body during the minutes before the sun broke the bonds of the sea and cast pale, pretty light into your eyes. 

There was a glint to your right. You turned just in time to catch Tech shift towards the sun, turning his face into the light. 

Where had he been looking before? 

It gave you something to think about, for sure, as he carried you back to the Marauder, and you leaned your head against him and prayed that maybe everything was changing.

#the bad batch #the bad batch tech #tbb #tech tbb #tech is adorable #tech x reader #tech x you #star wars #vera writes things

[lostalioth]

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

→ premise: steve thinks you have a foul mouth and he believes he knows the right cure for such a filthy mouth

→ pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader — dads bestfriend!steve

→ warnings: eighteen+, reader is rude, bustier!reader, smut, nicknames [little one, baby], oral [male receiving], small sir kink, face fucking, titty fucking, age gap [steve is in his late 30’s, reader is 23], authority kink?

→ a/n: my steve content varied with how well it did so let’s see how this does. O2 kinktober

“That’s such a stupid fucking idea”

“Why are you so dumb?”

“Cant you just shut the fuck up?”

Ever since Steve became best friends with your father and spent more and more time around you, he noticed you seemed to have quite a filthy mouth. Spouting profanities every other sentence, making crude comments to and about everyone. He slowly got more and more irritated at your coarse demeanor, he was about ready to snap.

“I think it’s time we fix that awful foul mouth of yours little one what do you say” a smirk was beginning to grow on steve's face. “I don't know if you're capable of that old man, think you can do it without blowing your back out?” Even on your knees you were a brat fighting to submit. Steve’s expanding smirk was replaced with a scowl and he grabs you hard by the back of your neck. Leaning down and pulling your face up a bit to his he growls lowly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine and to your core. “You're gonna listen like a good girl baby” his voice was so raspy and commanding it was becoming increasingly harder to fight sinking into that spacey place.

“And you will refer to me as sir got that?” He made a point by tugging your head back with his grip on the back of your neck when he said ‘will’. When you refuse to answer him he lets go of your neck and grabs your cheeks. “I asked, do you got that little one?”

“Yes sir” you whine softly and avert your eyes from steve. Dominance and authority was oozing off him and it was hard to hide your lust filled blown out pupils. “Look at me when you speak to me, and speak up” he commanded and you snap your eyes to his face. Studying all the hard edges but soft look in his eyes even as he was commanding you and manhandling you. “Yes sir” you raised your voice but it still comes out as a whine while looking him in his gorgeous eyes.

“Good, now I know just the thing to fix that mouth of yours”

“And what’s that sir?”

“Fucking that pretty little face of yours, may even just fuck these wonderful tits of yours while im at it to indulge myself” he groaned as he palmed your right tit, his large hand cupping nearly half of it.

It suddenly felt very hot in the room as your entire body felt like it was on fire, it was meant to be a form of punishment for talking back and yet you were excited. “Strip off this flimsy little shirt and lay on your bed” he gave you a shiny but dark smile before letting your face go and pushing it to the side as he waited for you to comply.

You jump up off the floor like it was lava and began peeling off your shirt not wanting to anger him further. “Bra too baby” Steve grunts out an extra command as he is pulling off his jacket and t-shirt. You’re quick to unlatch your lacy bra, freeing your tits. The room that was once on fire is oddly chilly now as a breeze passes your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and your nipples to harden. Before making your way to your bed you steal a glance at Steve as he is unbuckling his belt and taking it off. In the back of your mind secretly hoping he'd use it on you.

You squirm a bit trying to get as comfortable as possible on your back while Steve makes his way over clad in just his excruciatingly tight boxers. His cock throbbing and twitching under the fabric at the sight of you making him need to shake his head quickly to clear it.

By now your eyes were heavy and glazed over ready to do whatever Steve told you to. “Hey little one help me out of these why don't ya’ ” Steve tells you in a slightly softer voice now as he was now sat on the edge of your plush bed. Slowly tugging the waistband of his boxers down, off his thighs and down his legs with the help of the older man his leaking cock is freed. Steve wasted very little time in straddling your body, one leg either side of you and rubbing on your breasts. His own eyes begin to match your glazed over ones. Pinching your hardened nipple between his thumb and pointer he starts rolling the sensitive bud in his fingers.

“God, you have such beautiful tits and such a pretty face baby, too bad it's ruined by this awful mouth” he groans as he pulls your bottom lip down with the thumb of his free hand. You whimper and buck your hips softly as the throbbing in your cunt was becoming persistent and unbearable. He chuckles softly at your quickly growing desperation. He lets your nipple go but not without a swift slap to your tit making you let out a small yelp of pleasure. He smiles wider at this and pushes your breasts together a bit more to make a tighter space for his cock.

Your foot was nearly shaking in anticipation, you needed and wanted this the same if not more than he did.

With a grunt Steve began working his swollen and leaking tip through the space he made with your breasts. Slowly drawing his hips back and slamming them forward he begins to create a steady pace fucking your plump tits. Through a small growl Steve orders “open your mouth for me baby” his eyes never look up at you to see if you comply, he knew you would, they’re simply glued to your chest. You let your jaw drop, leaving your mouth agape with your tongue out as his cock pushes up to the top of your tits and his reddened tip brushes your tongue. “Just like that yeah” he groans as his head leans back and he shuts his eyes.

You lean your head down so you can take his tip in your mouth and suck. Steve’s balls sat heavy and full at the base of your chest. He felt like he was already gonna explode. He didn’t wanna bust quick but your tongue running through this slit and on the underside of his tip was making that feel like mission impossible.

You and your dirty mouth will be death of steve sooner than he expected.

→ this was delayed cause i lost power yesterday and then got busy trying to fix links so my day 1 would show up in tags, anyway you’re getting this on a day i wouldn’t normally post! Day 3 will be coming tomorrow the 4th cause of my posting schedule and the fact i’m doing 18 days not 30. I rushed this ending so i could get this out lol.

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