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#the speed that i made gifs was unreal #and then i remembered i have a tumblr account lmao #hassel #brassius #paldean winds #episode 4 #pokemon #pokemon scarlet violet

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

a million dollars

-i was rlly rlly down bad. the end was rlly rushed cuz i started to get tired but here ya go :D

-1479 words

-creampie, throatpie, switch!Karina, switch!You

A million dollars. That’s literally just a tiny fraction of what you feel whenever you’re around Karina. 

She’s practically unreal. Perfect in every aspect. Sure as an idol, her looks are ever changing to match the concept, but it doesn’t change how beautiful and perfect Karina is. 

Maybe it’s the fact that she’s an idol that you know on a personal, that changes everything. Something about having her all to yourself, when in fact, you’d know that there are people that would quite literally kill to be in your position. Or rather, your holy throne. That makes you feel like a million dollars. 

“Missed me loverboy?” 

Her voice. It’s like a sugar glazed donut, filled with lust, seduction. Much like a siren. 

She grabs your cock in one hand like a mere plaything, the other massaging your balls. And suddenly, your mind is taken back to the Stamp On It music video. But apparently so is her mind.

“Want me to put my stamp on it?”

She mirrors her exact motions from the MV. One pump up and down and precum is already leaking from your tip. The next pumps up and down and you throw your head back, cock throbbing uncontrollably within the grasp of Karina’s hands. She moves her head forward, locks eyes intensely with you when your head recoils back to admire the sex show right before you, and with those deadly lips, places a passionate, cherry-flavored kiss on the head of your dick. Then, kiss, after kiss, after kiss, until she reaches the base. 

“Fuck… Karina…” is all that manages to come out of your mouth.

Then, eyes still deadlocked onto yours, she takes your entire length into her mouth, until her moist cherry laced-lips are now in contact with your pelvis and you can feel it leaving a mark. Your hand moves to caress her face. Mentally, you’re still trying to fathom how it is that a loser like you, has his cock nesting within the warmth of the AI Visual’s mouth. 

Karina then starts bobbing her head up and down slowly, tongue swirling around the veiny body part, sending tingles throughout your body. 

She’s giving a fucking blowjob perfectly. It’s like her mouth was made just to satisfy you and not belt out lyrics.

Her gaze never wavers as she’s working her mouth magic. Clearly, she relishes watching you at the mercy of her actions, knowing that you’d go wild if she stopped whatever she was doing. She starts to speed up a bit and all you can do to embrace the incoming wave of pleasure is grip the blanket at the edge of the bed even harder than you already are. With her increased speed, she also starts to make things sloppier, incorporating slurping sounds and moving her head side to side, letting your rock hard cock press against the walls of her mouth. A residue of drool and cum starts gathering around her mouth, some dripping off her sharp chin and onto the wooden floor of which she was kneeling on. A few more bobs of her head, and you’re ready to release a week’s worth of your baby batter inside her mouth, down her throat. 

“Karina…I’m fucking-”

The wave of pleasure comes crashing in before you can finish your sentence. And instead of letting your shaft go, she pushes herself back down to the base of your cock and stays there, letting you dispense all your cum inside her mouth. Once she feels that you’re done, she finally lets you go. Then, as traditions follow, she opens her mouth to show you the mess you made and in one gulp, downs it.

“Delicious, just like usual. But I want more.”

She pounces on you, and her clothing starts to come off. Revealing her no less than perfect body features.  Every strut the pantheress makes, her massive tits jiggle, her tight midriff tightens and contracts according to how she wills and her luscious thighs sing out to you. Not forgetting her cleanly shaven pussy, the golden honeypot, the crème de la crème. 

“You’re always so fucking hard for me, aren't you, baby boy?” 

“Of course Karina, which sane guy would not get a raging boner when they're faced with your nude body.”

She runs her tongue across your abs as she glides along the length of your body, letting her silky smooth skin rub against every cell of yours. As her tits and midriff grind against your cock, you are mentally telling yourself. Don't fucking bust right now. Imagine how much of a loser she’d think you are if you were to come just like that. But your body doesn't follow your mind. Through your closed, grimacing eyes, you can hear her satisfied giggles as you squirm beneath her. 

With one hand, she lines your throbbing cock against her folds, while with her other arm, she wraps it around your neck and whispers into your ear with the sluttiest voice possible, “I’m gonna fucking drain your black mamba dry.” And once she has finished whispering her sweet nothings, she slams her firm butt down onto your cock, the whole length going in all at once. Her walls immediately clamp down on you and despite having fucked her so many times, she’s always as tight as the first time you fucked her.

“Fucking hell Karina, you’re so fucking tight!”

Your hands mystically find their way down to her ass cheeks. Squeeze the right one with all your might, and slap the other one and feel the fat ripple right beneath your palm. 

“Fuck! That’s right, slap my beautiful fucking ass. I- angh! know you fucking love it!”

Your eyes catch sight of her collarbones and you gingerly nibble on them. Her cherry scent overruns your nostrils and fills your lungs. Gosh this woman is so addictive.

“Fuck Karina! I’m so fucking horny you have no idea.”

You flip her and now the roles are reversed. 

You think about all the men you've heard. 

Look at those gigantic tits, I would love to suckle on them. 

Her fucking face is so gorgeous, I’d love to ruin it with all my cum.

Imagine plowing her ass day in and day out, I’d do that till the day I die.

Suddenly, your eyes are full of aggression. Pushing her knees up to her chest, you start buckling your hips in and out of her pussy like a freaking madman. The smacking sound of your skin crashing with her thighs bounces off the walls of the room, which may be too thin. Well, it wouldn't be the first time the neighbors asked about some “hammering at night”. The only hammering you both were doing was to each other’s genitalia.

“Oh fuck! That's right, fuck me like you fucking mean it!”

Magically, your left hand has found its way back to her plump butt cheek. Only you get to touch this beautiful butt. The air gets filled with the loud slap of your hand coming into contact with her butt. 

You look down at Karina. Her calm and controlled demeanor from before is gone, her mouth is wide agape and her eyes have rolled to the back of her head thanks to your relentless pounding of her ass, and yet she still looks absolutely out of this world. Look down a bit more, and you see her tits moving in correspondence to your thrusts. You grab onto them, knead them and pinch and play around with her erect nipples.

“Fuck- Angh- Gonna. Fucking. Cum.”

Karina’s pussy clenches around your cock tightly as her loin muscles contract. A stream of gush squirts out from her honeypot and covers her thighs and some of your body in her juice. Not to worry though, you’d lick them off her honey thighs later, or maybe bury your cock within them later when you were horny again.

“Cum inside. Please. I want to feel you all up in me.”

This time, you lean in and whisper into her ear, “Your wish is my command.”

And with the green light present, the floodgates open. 

You bury your cock all the way, desperate to let it all out.

"That's right. Fill my slutty pussy up with your baby batter. Leave your mark on me."

Spurt after spurt of cum is dumped straight into Karina’s pussy, red from your vigorous pounding. You slowly pull your cock out of her tight caverns, catching a glimpse of your cum trickling out slowly before collapsing beside her. Both of you are breathing furiously, desperately trying to make up for the oxygen lost from your vigorous fucking. Karina turns to face you and caresses your cheek, before warmly saying in the most mallow, sweet voice that thinly veils her lustful intent.

“Get some rest baby boy. I’ll wake you up in the morning to give me my morning protein.”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader #aespa smut #karina smut

[gemini-sensei]

Speechless | Shy!Eli x Popular!Chubby!Reader

Kinktober Day 7: tit job/flashing Contents: cheerleader!reader, semi-public sex, cum eating/play, self-deprecating thoughts.

If anyone asked Eli Moskowitz how he ended up in any situation with the popular cheerleader Reader, he'd have no way to answer. He had no idea. However, given the situation was far more sexually motivated gave him further pause and confusion. He couldn't believe that it was happening even though it was happening before his very eyes. He thought he must be dreaming.

But as she sat pretty on her knees, cheer top and bra abandoned to the side, and her pretty smile on display just for him, it was very real. She had her fat tits wrapped around his cock, which she kept spitting on to keep nice and slick as she pumped it between her soft, pillowy tits. It was heaven in a handbasket but he was too preoccupied gripping the bench under him to do much else with that.

His face was beet red as she giggled and teased him, telling him how cute he looked getting his first tit job. She looked up at him with soft, lustful eyes, finding that she was having the most fun with him. "You're too cute."

He didn't know how to handle her little compliments and teasing, so he just groaned and let her go on. Words were lost on him anyway. He couldn't string together a coherent sentence even if he wanted to. She was too mesmerizing and had him wrapped around her finger with his cock trapped between her tits.

"I had no idea little nerds like you could have such big cocks," she continued. She bowed her head and pressed a hard kiss to his tip as it poked out from the tops of her tits. She did this a few times, making him moan heavily, before lifting her head again to smile at him. His pre cum coated her lips almost like a new shiny lipstick. It made his cock twitch.

Then she licked it up and sighed. "You taste so good, Eli."

His name falling from her lips was so pretty, it made the fog of his mind denser. He wanted to squirm and move, thrust his hips into her movements, but he was frozen. He sat petrified on the locker room bench because he was so consumed by pleasure but rattled with fear of someone walking in on them. He let her do whatever she wanted to him, no complaints as he did everything to keep himself quiet.

Of which, he was doing a terrible job.

"Maybe next time I can suck you off," she said, flashing that dazzling smile of hers.

As he looked down at her, he wanted to see more of her. Her top half was beautiful, don't get him wrong, but he knew below that she had pretty curves and rolls that were hardly contained by her cheer uniform. It was the only reason he came to sports events because she was cheering in them and he got to see her perform. She jumped and shouted, thighs jiggling under her short skirt and her tits bouncing behind her top. It was a show he never wanted to miss.

The bounce of her tits in front of him now was more than he ever anticipated to get out of coming to a football game. They were messy with spit and pre cum, soft and oh-so-pleasurable as they dragged up and down his cock, sending sensations up his body. His stomach was so tight, he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. She made him feel too good.

"I-I-" he tried to warn her, but all his words were jumbled up in his head. His throat was too tight and all he could really do was moan. Only small syllables left his lips and he was at a loss for what to do other than watch her lead him through this.

She grinned, speeding up her movements. "I know. You're gonna come soon. I can tell by how much your cock loves my big, fat tits."

His eyes want to roll back but he stubbornly keeps them trained on her. He has to see this through to the end because it feels so unreal. So what if she said there'd be a next time? She was probably saying that just to tease him. Once this is over, he knows she's going to go running down the football field to find her a jock or hang out with her cheer friends. He'd be the forgotten nerd in the girls' locker room.

"Go ahead, Eli," she said, smirking up at him. "Come for me."

Then she lowered her head and pressed another hard kiss to his tip, and that was enough to push him over the edge. His cock throbbed and he shot a heavy rope of cum at her. She pulled her head back, some of it stuck on her lips and cheek, the rest falling onto her tits. She watched as he let out rope after rope of cum and it all came back down on her tits. She grinned as she watched, licking her lips clean.

Everything was a bit hazy at that moment, but once he began to taper off he started to see a little more clearly. He clinked a few times, waiting to wake up from the dream and find himself having jizzed in his pajama pants. However, she stayed; she still sat in front of him with a pretty smile and cum all over her face and tits. She let his cock go slowly and it fell, softening as she dipped a finger into the cum all over her tits. It ran down her skin and over her nipples, catching there until enough collected to drip off of her pert bud.

"Oh shit," he let out, looking at the mess he'd made of her.

She giggled, scooping some of his cum into her mouth. She let out a short hum before it popped out of her mouth wetly. "That was so much fun. Don't you think?"

He stared at her tits for a moment, then looked up at her when he realized she'd asked him a question. He nodded and looked back down at her tits, unsure of what to do next.

She stood up suddenly and he got to see all of her once again. She was still in her cheer skirt but her waist spilled over the edges as it held her lower belly in. She played with the pleats, watching as his eyes followed her every movement. Then she gripped it and lifted it up, flashing him a quick view of her wet panties before dropping it again.

He looked up at her, speechless. She winked at him before bending over to pick up her other clothes.

"If only we had more time," she said longingly.

He couldn't help but agree. "Yeah..."

#shy!eli #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz smut #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz headcanons #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz smut #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #hawk moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai smut #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #gemini sensei #kinktober #popular!reader #cheerleader!reader

[tahliafox]

omg HELLO i am in love with your one-shots, could you please do mommy!nat touching herself while watching photos of the reader’s nude pics of her? ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT DO IT

Pretty photos.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Based on request (sorry this isn't exactly what you requested, most of my fics rely heavily off of dialogue and natasha being on her own wouldn’t have any of that, so the fic would be kinda boring, so i made it into a phone call, hope that's ok and that you like the fic. Thank you so much for requesting <33) also holy fuck balls, I love your fics too

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Older!Natasha, Smut, Innocent!reader, Mommy!Natasha, Masturbation, phone sex.

Words: 759

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Missing u mommy. Can't stop thinking bout u :(

Natasha had been staring at the message for at least 10 minutes now, laying in her bed alone. It almost seemed unreal to her. Her innocent little angel sending explicit photos to her in the middle of the day with no warning whatsoever was a locked away fantasy of hers, a dream that she never thought would come true, but it had. 

You had solemnly left Natasha earlier today, having to go to your parents house for the weekend. Natasha was hesitant to let you leave, wanting to come with you but you didn’t like the idea of your father meeting your girlfriend who was the same age as him.

She took off her pants and underwear as soon as you sent it, being on the run, alone in Norway, there was no risk to fucking herself anymore. Her slender fingers caressed her arousal and smeared it over her clit. Her breath picked up and got heavy when she started rubbing herself whilst looking at the photos you had sent her. 

The first one could be taken as innocent, your hair down framing your face, Natashas oversized sweater covering your torso and upper thigh. Unbeknownst to Natasha, you weren't wearing anything underneath her sweater and had been rubbing yourself on the sleeves (that smelt of her) for the last half an hour. 

The second one was a little more promiscuous. You had brought the sweater up so she could see that you weren't wearing anything underneath. There was a clear glisten of wetness coating your thighs. God what she would give to lick that off your bare skin. 

The third one was to a whole new extreme. You must have gained some confidence as the sweater had come off, your tits were dressed in pretty white lace (complimenting your complexion) and you had forgone any panties. The phone was held in your left hand, pointing at the mirror and your left was buried in between your slick-covered thighs.

Her breathing got heavier as she fucked herself harder. 

Mommy can’t stop thinking about you either, sweet angel. You look so pretty in those photos for me. Making mommy want to fly over just to fuck you dumb.

The read receipts showed up, then three bubbles at the bottom of the screen. Natasha's heart jumped 

[incoming call from ‘mommy’s angel <3’]

Natasha immediately clicked the answer and the first thing you heard was her heavy breathing. Sadly there was no video attached so she kept the third photo on her screen instead, imagining that's what you were currently doing. 

“Hi, mommy.” you whispered out meekly, embarrassed about what you had sent.

“Fuck, angel. You’ve got mommy all worked up sending those pretty photos.” Natasha moaned out, her fingers speeding up at the sound of your voice.

“Missed you, tried to cum but can’t do it without you.” you whimpered when you realised what she was doing. “Need my mommy's help, I can only cum with you.”

“Aww, sweetheart. Has mommy broken you? My poor little girl not being able to cum without her mommy's help. S’ok baby.” she slurred. “Mommy's here now, want to carry on pleasing yourself for me?”

“Don’t know how.” you heard a sloppy sound on the other side of the call. 

“Rub your clit with your middle finger, for me. Up and down just how mommy does it when we are together.” Natasha instructed. You did as she said and started fingering at your clit. “Keep talking, baby. Let mommy hear your voice.”

“Can’t, mommy. My parents are downstairs.” you whispered. Natasha moaned at the thought of you sneaking away from your family dinner to talk to her and bucked her hips off the bed.

“Oh, poor baby. Just keep rubbing yourself for me. Mommy is so close, angel. You going to cum with me?” Natasha was desperate to cum but didn’t want to leave you out. Her moans got louder and breaths got heavier and a sticky sound was coming out of the phone. “Can you hear how wet you make me, baby? Mommy’s dripping onto the bed thinking about all the ways I can ruin your pretty little head.”

Without being able to stop it, Natasha came with a moan of your name. This pushed you over the edge and you bit into your bedsheets to stop yourself from screaming. 

“Thank you for sending those photos to me. I'm so proud of you for having the confidence, always such a good girl for mommy.”

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #older!nat #mommy natasha #mommy!nat #natasha romanoff fluff #soft natasha romanoff #gayerthanevertbh #tahliesfics

[ithinkabouttzu]

Hey could you do a first time with the pacific characters x reader??

First time with the pacific boys

genre! smut; romance

warnings! sexual intercourse, swearing, reader has a hole, just plain filth. *minors please do not interact, 18+ only*

description! The pacific boys (listed below) having sex with you for the first time.

read my disclaimer in my pacific masterlist! Also note that reader is gender neutral.

Eugene Sledge: He would be very soft and gentle with you the whole time. He cares for you so much and handles you as though you could break at any moment. He would lay you down and plant a millions of small, but passionate kisses all over your body softly, taking off your clothing one by one. It would leave you breathless, frozen and barely able to breathe. Singing little words of praise to you over and over until you’re practically begging for him. He would trace every part of your body with his hands, followed along by his lips. When he has made his way inside of you it’s like a fire is lit between you two. The passion that comes from him is amazing. “I love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much I do”

Sidney Phillips: He���s fun but very sweet with you. Giving you such a sweet and loving smile while he’s practically torturing you with his fingers, tracing his fingers so closely to that sensitive part of you, but not close enough, while also kissing on every inch of your body that he can get his sweet mouth on. He’s so desperate for your touch also, he can’t help the almost pathetic whimpers he makes when you hold his cock in your hands for the first time. And when he finally feels the inside of you it’s almost too much to bear. He’s become pussy-drunk off of you almost instantly. The only instinct being to rut into as good as he can, trying to make you feel amazing. “How much do you want it, my doll. Say you want it as much as I do, please”

Robert Leckie: He really can’t hold himself back from you, even if he wanted to. When he sees you naked on display for him he becomes different (in a good way) almost animalistic when it comes to you. Hunting you down onto the bed and attacking you with his fierce kisses and friendly hands. He intends to leave hickeys all over your precious body. To show everyone who you belong to and love so much. He’s so charming in bed with you. He knows all of the right things to say and to do. When he feels your warmth for the first time he’s at a loss of words, all he can do is moan out sweet nothings to you as he feels you up with his length. Wrecking you with his cock only. “You are amazing sweetheart, just for me, right?”

Lew ‘Chuckler’ Juergens: He’s practically putty in your hands when you tell him that you’d like for him to make love to you. He can’t even began to tell you how many times he’s dreamed of this moment, it’s almost unreal. He’s in shock, amazed and both overwhelmed by your natural beauty. As you take your clothes off for him he can only start to jump to the future, imagining a whole life with you, forever and ever. When you feel his length for the first time his expressions are award-worthy. His moans almost pornagraphic. He finds his way inside of you sooner or later, he finds it hard to hold himself back from fucking your hole sore, and pistoning in and out of you as hard as he can. He starts slow and picks his speed up more and more every minute. “You’re amazing, doll. Just perfect, all for me”

Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton: How do I even began to explain the way he would fuck you. He would spend hours rubbing, sucking, licking, and pinching that sensitive spot of yours, over and over again til’ you were a moaning mess. Squeezing and hugging on every part of your body while he begs for you to just cum on his hands, just one more time, then he will make love to you. When he finally does fill you up with his cock, he doesn’t waste time, he’s going at an insane pace, not stopping for nothing in the world and the only thing encouraging him is your loud screams of pleasure. He’s a filthy talker too, saying all sorts of dirty nonsense into your ears while he makes you a mess. “You love it when I fuck you, huh? Such a pretty thing, even prettier on my cock”

John Basilone: He’s quick to undress you from your clothes, and press his face in between the place you need him the most. He will use all of his body to make you feel good. His hands working magic of their own upon your top half, and his mouth on your bottom half, working wonders within you. He doesn’t feel the need to stop until you’re pleading for his cock. And when he finally does decide to show you mercy, he wants to hear you beg for it himself. “c’mon, honey, tell me how bad you need it” when you beg enough to his liking he finds it well enough to shove his cock inside of you, getting a noisy reaction from you in return. He looks amazing while making love to you. The way his biceps look as he’s pinning you down, the small sweat beads falling off of his forehead as he gives you his all. “Let me cum into you, darling. Have all of me please.”

R.V Burgin: He’s a gentleman like he always is. Sweet to you as ever as he finds his way around your body with his hands. He’s kissing you the whole time, never leaving your lips barely once. He enjoys soaking into your love almost too much. He can’t help it, he’s obsessed with your body, and the way you look under him. Yearning for his touch. “Is it alright if I put it in, I promise it won’t hurt” He’s very careful with your body. Holding you as if you were a precious jewel. When he finally starts making love to you it’s unreal, he’s amazing. Just getting to feel your warmth and embrace all of you, is the best thing he could ask for.He’s breathless the whole time, still feeling magical the way you tighten around his cock. “I love you so much, baby. You feel so good around me. Just like that, don’t stop sweetie.”

Wilbur ‘Runner’ Conley: He’s got a sweet smile on his face the whole time you guys are together. How could he not show his excitement for you? He loves you so much and had been waiting for the day to make you his, to fill you with his load, so that only you could be his forever. He makes sure to undress you softly, kissing and holding you like a sweet puppy. “You are an angel, you know that, right?” He’s in awe when he sees you naked. You are absolutely breathtaking. He doesn’t know where to put his eyes, or what he should say other then tell you that you are beautiful over and over again. When he’s inside of you, he’s so passionate and patient for your pleasure first. In his mind, his life’s purpose is to make you completely happy no matter what. It’s his mission to make you finish multiple times.

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith: He’s fast with his hands, not restraining himself one bit. He’s tearing off your clothes in an instant. He’s waiting so long for you and he can’t waste any longer for you. His lips are on your chest immediately once your clothes have been stripped from you. Finding his way to your hard nipples and biting them gently. He’s amazing at foreplay, he finds no intent on stopping whatsoever and not even superman could tear him off of you in this moment. When he’s inside of you he turns completely different, primal like, only being able to thrust into you sharply. Holding you up against him as he pushes and pulls himself in and out of you until you’re practically in tears. “I can’t get enough of you, you sweet thing. You feel like heaven”

Again thank you for your request! Sorry for such a delay, i’ve had a hard time writing here recently. If you enjoyed, please like or reblog. Any feedback is appreciated! 🩷

#ithinkabouttzu #the pacific #the pacific reacts #hbo war #the pacific headcannons #the pacific smut #eugene sledge #sidney phillips #chuckler juergens #runner conley #rv burgin #bill hoosier smith #john basilone #snafu shelton #bob leckie

[dejabluebabygirl]

I See You - Chapter 2

Miles Quaritch x Fem! Na'vi OC

Summary: Vira Te Wou Auhew’ite, an albino Na'vi and future Tsahìk of the Tayrangi Clan, The Ikran Riders of the Eastern Sea, keeps needing to save the demon Miles Quaritch at Ewyas command. When she's given a sign to try to teach him The People's way, both she and Miles struggle with their growing feelings for each other.

Authors note: This one just ran away with me, I had it almost written and then felt I need to add some more scenes and went back. I hope it all flows okay, I've read it over quite a few times but feedback is appreciated!

Sorry for the delay on this, I went out with my Grandma for her 82nd birthday and we just had too many Salted Caramel Martini's LOL. I've been feelin’ rough since.

Rating: T

Warnings: Canon typical violence, strong language/swearing, mild mentions of mating/sex, mentions of nudity, hunting/animal death, use of drugs/alien alcohol??? (I'm so bad at tagging, let me know if I need to add something please), and unrealized attraction/pining

Words: 6955-ish

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Chapter 2

Vira declared bright and early the next day that she and Miles needed to move camp, if he wanted to learn to be Na’vi they needed to sleep like Na’vi which meant finding a temporary Hometree for them. She’d briefly considered him back to the Tayrangi clan but her mind flashed back to when he burned the village of Ta'unui and chasing her down in the jungle last night hadn’t helped. She couldn’t bring herself to bring him home until she knew for certain he could be trusted. Ewya willed she teach him so she would, the great mother didn’t say she needed to talk him home. They wasted no time mounting their Ikrans in search of one.

In the back of Viras mind it lingered that she needed to be home in 2 short cycles to mate with Huärì. Would she trust Miles enough by then to take him home? The Tayrangi were known for being a progressive clan but could they ever accept a demon? She could only do so much with her sister, she’d have to rely on her mother to interpret Ewya’s will as she had. 

The pink Na’vi mulled over her thoughts as she and Miles soared over the dense jungle on their Ikrans. Her orange eyes distractedly scanned over the tree tops for a suitable tree to stay in for the foreseeable future. The sooner they found one, the soon they could get themselves settled in and get comfortable.

“What kind of tree are we looking for, Princess?” Miles called from the left. 

“Tall and strong with large branches to live in, long vines to climb, near water and game trails would be best.” 

“Like that one?” His large blue hand pointed to a tree that was poking a few meters higher out of the canopy than those clustered around it. 

She’d been so caught up in her thoughts she hadn’t seen it. 

“We’ll see.” A brazen smile crossed her lips as Vira dove towards tree tops. 

–

Miles had been right about the tree. They found it had a suitable large upper branch that could have fit six na’vi of Miles size side by side comfortably, if the ground looked good this would definitely be the branch they would sleep and dwell on when not out in the jungle.

The two of them climbed the vines down the jungle floor to find several fruit trees and game trails they could follow, Vira was impressed with the strength and speed Miles displayed going down them. Even with his large size, everything he did was graceful and agile, every movement had a powerful purpose behind it. If he was in pain from his injuries, he didn't show it at all. Her stomach flipped as she watched him scale down, Miles had abandoned his awful sky person vest at the last camp giving her full view of his back and arm muscles under his tight shirt. 

He trailed behind her as they walked the forest floor together, she showed him how to step lightly on his feet, and make less noise as he moved through the jungle. His pants still rustled and made noise but when she suggested making him a tweng he looked uncomfortable at the thought.

“Not quite ready to run around the jungle in my skivvies just yet, Tiny.”

Vira laughed, she’d have to ease him into their ways, he was sharp and rough, quick to anger, and he needed gentle hands to guide him. She knew she planned to start with him giving up his sky people weapons for a spear and a bone knife.  As she walked the game trails with him, she’d stop and kneel to identify the tracks in the soil, he’d slowly come down to join her, resting his hands on his knees and as she showed him Yerik, Nantang, 'angtsìk, and Talioang and how to identify each along the natural paths the animals created.

The game trails lead to a beautiful water site, it had a small waterfall cascading into it and flowed into a large pool at its base before continuing to snake through the jungle as a river, a perfect place to fetch fresh water, bathe, swim, and maybe even fish.

Ewya had provided sanctuary and Vira felt a little weight lift off her chest that she was right in interpreting the great mother's will that Miles learned to be Na’vi. She was not Tsahìk yet, she knew better than to presume she knew anything of her will but she couldn't help but feel this was right. This is what she was meant to do.  Vira renewed her promise in silent prayer to do all she could to teach him as they walked back towards their Hometree. 

On the way back she made Miles gather stones so they could make a fire pit on their living branch, with a proper firepit made it would not burn through the branch through the duration on their stay. She felt blessed when she found a bountiful amount of tautral, she knew she could weave into a mat for them to sleep on until she was able to make them each a Nivi. Her people slept in huts in caves but she’d observed the technique and helped the elders of tree-dwelling villages on her travels and felt confident in her ability to make them, it would just take time. That mat would at least keep them comfortable and off the bark of the tree. She walked back with her arms overflowing with bean stalks with right Miles behind her. 

—

Quaritch propped himself up against the tree trunk while Vira busied herself around the large branch that would serve as camp. He could hear their Banshees playfully snapping at each other in the upper branches. Viras first priority had been to check his rib once they started to settle in for the day. He was actually surprised by how good it felt after it had stung like hell last night after chasing Vira through the god-forsaken jungle. She said a little prayer to the tree god as she wrapped him up again in leaves and muck. 

When Miles tried to get up to help her build the fire pit she shooed him away and said he needed to rest. The little pink native impressed upon him how important it was for them to get a kill tomorrow so she needed him well rested. He watched her build up their camp quickly and efficiently and he couldn’t help but be the slightest bit impressed by how fast she was able to get their little operation up and running. It was just past midday and she had the fire pit built and all the fruits they'd gathered were organized. He watched with interest as her little pink hands worked to break apart a large stone that looked akin to obsidian back on earth. It seemed she liked the two big pieces she broke from it since she brought them over. 

“Shape for spears,” handing him one and sitting beside him, unsheathing her bone knife from her thigh holster and using it to shape the black stone. He watched her small pink fingers gently shape the stone to a point, he took out his own company knife and tried his best to mimic her movements.

“Don’t force the shape, let the stone guide you.” She said, stopping work on her own spearhead and placing her hands on his hands over to work hand over hand with her small pink ones over his large blue paws. “Gentle.”

“Never been very good at being gentle.” He was a hard-ass gyrene, made of stronger stuff than most. When was the last time he’d been gentle with anyone or anything? Spider, probably. Not even Paz, his mother, not really. Paz had been something fleeting, burned fast and hot, something that was bound to happen when you put hundreds of marines together on an alien moon with no bar in sight to get your rocks off at. Quaritch would never have described their relationship as gentle, amicable maybe. They had respect for each other but they both knew what they were each after. 

When he’d taken Spider from the jungle, he’d tried to be softer with him, have a gentler touch. He really had and in turn, the kid, his kid,  wormed his way him in and had softened up. Just a touch. Spider had stopped him from killing the natives on more than one occasion, and took the time to teach him basic Na’vi and their customs but in the end Quaritch was a marine, a soldier, it was all he’d known for so long. His mission in life was always to complete the mission he was given at any cost.

Now, his focus on the mission had shifted, sitting in the tree far from the familiar, human comforts of the RDA. Sitting here while a little pink savage held his massive blue mits that still felt alien to him, was all for his mission,  learning the strange Na’vi’s ways, were all, in service to the mission. He’d Kill Jake Sully, and secure a new home for humanity. 

Vira released his hands and he kept working the stone, feeling her orange eyes staring at him.

“What?” his knife shaping the stone as gently as he could.

“See? You’re being gentle now. You have a strong heart, don’t doubt.” She placed her own rock beside him.

“Could you shape mine? Please? Need to work on mat.” 

He grunted out an affirmative sound as she gathered the bean stalks and sat beside him again and began quickly and skillfully weaving them together. They worked in silence mostly, they hadn’t talked much small talk since they’d had their spat yesterday. When she talked to him it was mostly something she was teaching, impersonal. 

Quaritch stole glances at her quick nimble little fingers weaving the bean stalks together. He watched as her orange eyes glanced at his hands as well, all the natives seemed to have some interest in them, normally the attention was negative but she was almost fascinated by them. Their eyes locked after a while of exchanging glances in the evening quiet. 

“Sorry,” Vira blurted, he could see her face was practically purple she was so flushed. “For yesterday, should not have been rude.” 

The Recom Na’vi shifted uncomfortably, he wasn’t really blameless in the interaction, and he’d let his temper get the better of him. 

“Yeah well, guess I should have just let you go. Just didn’t want anything to happen to ya.” Half a truth, he didn’t really care about her per se, she was just a pink monkey but she was an asset to him. It was why he hadn’t turned around when she bathed at the river, the Recom Na’vi got no gratification out of watching the female alien. Quaritch just didn’t want something bigger and meaner snatching her up for lunch before he’d even gotten the chance to ask her to teach him the ways of the Na’vi. That conversation hadn’t gone to his plan in any capacity but she was here agreeing to teach him so he had to be the smallest bit thankful to the weird little seeds that made her stop her hasty retreat through the jungle. 

“Let’s just put all that behind us and forget about it, alright Princess?” 

Vira nodded and shyly looked up at him through her white lashes, “would you finish telling me of the metal spiders?” 

—

Quaritch woke up with the sun and sounds of the jungle no longer at rest. The two of them had fallen asleep talking again the tree trunk, the little pink Na’vi frantically had weaved the mat until sleep overcame her and it was so large draped over the two of them like a blanket. He watched a few moments later as Viras sleepy orange eyes blinked a few times and she stretched her long limbs and yawned. She didn’t offer a morning greeting but got up and went right to work, he was actually pretty sure she was muttering curses in Na'vi, something about her back hurting too. She took the mat off them and gathered vines and large sticks they’d collected yesterday to make their spears. Maybe the aliens didn’t say good morning or maybe she just wasn’t a morning person. 

The Recombinant Na’vi watched as she showed how to tie the spearhead on. He’d tied a complicated knot or two in his time and did it quickly. Earning a 'quick study' as praise from Vira. Not that he needed her praise but I did puff up his ego that maybe this whole learning to be Na’vi thing would be easier for him than it had been for Sully, he’d seemed to have a hard time when he started out from what he remembered of the tapes he’d reviewed. 

They climbed down the tree, and Vira went through some practice thrusts and throws. It felt surprisingly good in his hands. Natural. 

“Spear is extension of you, all tools are extension of you and your energy.”

Miles nodded even though really didn’t understand but figured playing along was easier than asking questions. 

They walked the game trails, Vira explained they were looking for yerik tracks, Hexapede, from Quaritchs understanding they were kind of like deer. She explained how one of them would need to hide in a tree and the other would drive one to that spot. 

“I am not skilled with spear, better with bow” she admitted, “you are big and strong, you will have to make the kill.” 

“That’s a tall order, Tiny.”

“I will show you how, if you miss, we have fruit to eat. Bow will wait, no harm.” She offered a small smile of reassurance. 

Once they found tracks along a path, she lead him to a low hanging tree branch over the natural game trail. Vira explained to him how she would drive one down and he would have to take aim and throw his spear at the beast. 

“Lay flat, be one with tree” she demonstrated by practically melding her small pink body against the branch, her head cocked to one side white hair splayed everywhere. 

“When you hear me coming up the path,” she made a whooping sound, he could have mistaken it for the prolemuris if he didn’t know the pitch of her voice. “Slowly stand, get ready. You will feel the movement in the tree.” 

Yellow eyes watched her slowly roll her pink body up off the tree in a fluid motion, taking her spear in hand. He could see the lean, strong muscle in her arms. 

“Breath slow, slow heart. Hold breath and release with your throw”

Miles watched Viras release her breath with her spear as it spear pierces the ground below. 

The pink native had him run through the motions a few times before she felt comfortable leaving him glued to the branch to go try and heard a Hexapede his way. He felt crazy laying on the branch, what was he even doing out here? He could just shoot the thing when it ran by, he was sure Vira would be pissed but he was a helluva shot, he had no doubt if he used his pistol he’d make the kill. But it did defeat the whole point of him trying to learn the Na’vi way. So he waited, and waiting, his blue ears flicking and straining to hear Viras call. 

He felt like he’d been waiting damn near an hour when his ear perked he heard the far-off “whoop” of Viras soft voice. 

They came in closer and closer succession after that, so close he could also hear the rustling of something else approaching through the woods and feel the gentle thumping of the earth through the tree. The Recom na’vi stood slowly, his bare feet finding their foot on the branch. He readied his weapon and thought of Vira and slowed his heart with a deep breath. This all felt almost instinctual, was it the Na’vi DNA mixed with his own helping him? Was this something primal they all felt? 

He felt the ground shift as the beast ran under the branch, his toes gripping the bark, yellow eyes sharp as he took aim and released the spear from his hands.

—

Vira and Miles celebrated his first kill into the night. His spear had struck true. Vira had called him down from the tree as she slid her knife across the creature's neck to end its suffering and thank Ewya for the energy they would receive. She couldn’t be anything but impressed with Miles, even if he was a demon, such a kill on a first hunt was impressive. His strike has been as true as any true born Na’vi. 

They spent the rest of the day breaking down and preserving pieces of the animal, she taught him how as they went but they worked quickly and she wasn’t sure how much of her teachings he absorbed. She reminded herself that after they consumed this kill she would make him say the prayer next time. That was a thought for the future, for now, they sat by the fire cooking their Yerik and reliving the hunt. 

“You were so strong and fast!” Vira praised as she mimicked the movement of throwing a spear across the fire from him, cooking meat on twigs. Her next project for the fire would be to make a spit and a smoker soon, better cooking and preserving but this would do for now. It would fill their bellies. 

“I heard you and felt it coming down the path just like you said, felt the tree and all. That was just incredible.”

She smiled at him “See? The energy flows through all things.”

He gave her a skeptical look like he still didn’t believe in Ewya's presence. Her orange eyes searched his yellow ones. How could he not? The atokirina' chose him, he felt the rumble through the tree. All things were connected. All energy borrowed from the great mother, energy they would all have to return one day. 

She moved the meat from the open flames and handed him a piece to eat still on the stick. They each devoured their food in silence and Vira pondered how to make him see. Would he ever? It was part of the Na’vi way, surely she needed to show him. 

As she looked down upon the glowing jungle from their Hometree, an idea struck her. 

“Come,” Vira stood grabbing onto his hand, attempting to pull him up. The pink na’vi knew she could not lift him but he relented and got up and scrambled down the tree's massive vines behind her. 

When they reached the floor of the jungle, it was lit up with all its nighttime glory. Most of the vegetation held a faint flow, the grasses beneath their feet shined bright with contact. 

“Come, come,” she beckoned him further into the jungle along the trails, dragging him by the hand. She flushed a little at the touch, thankful for the darkness, still not understanding why he made her feel that way.

Light was created everywhere in the wake of their movements, with every step and touch of plant life. Vira let her fingers trail along a row of shrubs, lighting the way. They came to a grouping of trees where glowing moss flowed from tree tree-like rivers. This is what she has been looking for, what she thought would show him.

“Do you see?” she gently touched the moss, the light brightened and dissipated but clearly spread out from the spot she touched until it disappeared. “All is the Great Mother's energy, we borrow it from her. Some day it must return .” 

“Yeah, yeah, circle of life, Kum ba yah bullshit, I get it.” He mumbled but his eyes didn’t match the disinterested tone. 

Vira watched his yellow eyes dart around the forest with interest and wonder. Had he truly never really looked at the beauty of their home at night? She watched him experimentally touch the moss and other plants with his five fingers as they continued walking. She smiled a little, he didn’t believe her but it would take time. At least he saw the beauty in the jungle.

There were tall orange rounded flowers along the path they had been following, their petals glowed beautifully, so different than most of the pink, purple, and green hues. Vira knew them as txon ’ong. Their nectars were drunk at celebrations if one drank too much they might have trouble walking, or sleep most of the next day, sometimes it was said challenges of Combat were made when the nectars were consumed but that was few and far between. For most it made them jovial, some even said na’vi were said to feel closer to Ewya when they drank it.

They were celebrating his great victory, what could it hurt? She would be sure not to loose her wits.

—

Miles watched the albino Na’vi go to the glowing orange flower, bend its stem and drink from its rounded top. 

“Txon ’ong, night blossom, celebrate.”

Quaritch shrugged and came beside her and did the same, bending the stem of the orange bioluminescent flower and taking a few large gulps. It was sweet at first but the aftertaste reminded him of some strong spirit he couldn’t quite place, maybe gin. 

He let out a low whistle. “Well, now it’s a party,  Tiny.” 

Quaritch felt more relaxed from the blossom, whatever it was exactly made him lower his guard just a bit in the jungle, just like he had the first night he was injured. The first night he’d met Vira.

The forest was truly otherworldly at night, so different from anything on Earth. The pink na’vi teacher kept walking the trail and he followed behind, he felt more acutely aware of the lights they created. How the slightest bump or rustle made small chain reactions. No, Quaritch didn’t believe in some little tree god. This little display meant nothing in the end really to him, just a pretty little light show. Maybe it slightly proved to him what Grace Augustine had been blathering about, the connections between the trees and the plants. Miles had never gone out after dark onto the forest when he’d been human, especially not after dancing with the viperwolf his first day on Pandora. He could maybe, just maybe, be behind the science. Not the tree hugging hippie all mother crap. 

They walked for what felt like a long time, enjoying the natural glow of the forest. Sometimes she’d have to come back and grab his hand to tug him along if she felt he was lagging. 

They wandered to the clearing with the watering hole they’d found earlier. Quaritch rubbed his yellow eyes, unsure if the drink was playing tricks on him. The river, waterfall, and the little lake itself all lit up in a purple glow. 

Vira laid down in the soft grass next to the water’s edges. It glowed around her pink form as she found and comfortable position on her back. Her orange eyes looked glossy from the nectar. 

“Come, see the stars.” She patted the ground beside her, sending small shocks of green glow through the grass from her pink fingers. 

Miles walked forward, only to be started by a group of fan lizards he nearly squished beneath his large blue feet. A dozen of them shot up around him, casting different colored hues onto him. The little guys were actually kinda cute. 

Vira laughed at his startled expression. “Like a baby.” 

He felt his face turn purple, this was all new to him. Normally he gave orders, normally he knew exactly what he was doing, not learning. Being called a baby by her again lit a little fire in his gut, he’d be the best goddamn Na’vi. He’d show her. He’s already made the kill today with the spear, something she didn’t think she would have been able to do herself. Instead of getting angry though, a roll of relaxation flowed through him, must have been the nectar because he laid down beside her and they stared up into the starry sky. 

Vira pointed out the visible constellations and told him stories and names that different clans had for them. Quaritch was surprised by how much he enjoyed the little stories, they reminded him of Greek and Roman epics he’d heard on Earth.  They also had horoscopes, different signs with different meanings that each Na'vi was born under.

In the middle of one story, his stomach let out a loud rumble, Vira turned on her side to face him and laughed, a deep one in her belly. The kind of laugh where sometimes no sound came out. He turned to face her too and laughed just as hard. 

“Sign to go back,” she said between laughs, her large orange eyes crinkled at the sides from how wide she smiled. 

—

A week passed in a flash, and Quaritch felt was managing to get a small handle on how the Pandora natives lived. He’d started keeping track of the days my making tallies on the trunk of the tree, where he often reclined against at their base camp. When Vira saw him marking the tree she’d decided to add to it as well, above his first 5 marks she’d taken her bone knife and crudely drawn him on a branch, victorious, as his spear pierced the Hexapede below. It was truly a primitive etching, it reminded him of cave paintings or even stick figures back on earth but they each knew what it was. He couldn’t deny it made him puff with a touch of pride inside when he looked at it. 

The Hexapede had indeed been a boon for them, food to keep them fed, turned out he actually liked the taste of it too, especially when Vira put some hot spices on it, it reminded him a bit of Cajun cooking back on earth, from his human memories. 

Vira was continually impressive to him, she was a hard worker and wasn’t scared of getting her hands dirty. She used every bit of the beast for something too. Guts and sinew for bow string, thread, and bindings, she uses its hide for laces and made clothing for herself. She didn’t wear her big collar anymore unless they went out hunting, just wearing leaves or flowers tied up intricately over her breasts or even just a string of beads and feathers that precariously covered her nipples but she seemed to have no shame in her lack of covering. She’d also made him a water bottle from the hide which proved useful. The Pink Na’vi didn’t want anything to go to waste. It reminded him of how it had bothered on some level him with the poachers killed the Tulkun, not that it was dead but because they'd wasted such a large animal for a few measly drops of liquid. Seemed wasteful and inefficient. He didn't care for innefeicies.

While Vira worked she also made sure she was teaching him something, either going over the techniques she used or quizzing him on his Na’vi language skills. He’d been working hard to memorize her little prayer the people said over the animal's bodies for when he next killed a critter, he wanted to be the one to finish his kill from beginning to end next time. Miles didn’t buy into any of the hippie tree-hugging crap she was peddling but he’d do the song and dance to keep Vira teaching him.

He’d remembered from his review of Sullys videos that he’d referred to learning from his woman as ‘learn fast or die’ but it wasn’t like that at all with Vira. She didn’t have contempt for him, she wanted him to succeed and was a patient teacher. He’d learned this past week she was kind and smart as a whip, and her English was improving much quicker than his Na’vi. Quaritch found an internal struggle over his Na’vi teacher, he was struggling to see her as just a helpful savage, that she's only a step above a monkey. 

Having this time with just her and to just breathe, not chasing Turk Makto to the ends of Pandora, forced Quaritch to accept a few things. One of those being that his body was 20 year old Na’vi body now, but his mind was still that 51 year old hard ass marine. He’d known it since the minute we’d woken up with the rest of the Deja Blue but being out in the forest with no one but a local, forced him to take stock of things. Miles thought about his actions over the past 4 months chasing down leads with Spider, he really didn’t feel such intense hatred as he did back when he was human for the Blues or even when he’d first been decanted in space and decked Lyle in the face, thinking he was surrounded by enemies. He tried to work out if it was because of Spiders' influence on him or because he knew he was looking at a Blue when he looked in a mirror. Maybe he’d just gone soft, he was an old man in a young man’s body at the end of the day.

They settled into an easy rhythm together, each taking care of things around camp, she’d give him Na’vi lessons on language, customs, and histories, and he helped her improve her English. Sometimes they’d race their Banshees around the treetops together and go off and explore. She was a hell of a flier, he learned the Banshee was nearly sacred to her people, the Tayrangi of the Eastern Sea. When Vira found out he hadn’t named his Banshee she scolded him, loudly, from the back of her golden one who he’d learned was named Stiwi. Mischief. 

Miles had quickly pretended he misunderstood her question and said the royal blue beast named was Wasp, after his SN-9 WASP pistol. That felt fitting as anything the military dog in him could think of on such short notice. He supposed he could have just called it Banshee.

With there only two of them, they didn’t need to hunt or even gather every day, sometimes they’d just go for long jungle walks and she'd point out the flora and fauna and quiz him on what things were. She told him once he was more sure of his footing in the trees she’d teach him to swing from the vines. Images of Tarzan flashed in his mind. Things were simple but they were good. They’d gone back out another night and drank the nectar of the night blossoms again, she’s said it was really meant for parties and ceremonies but she said having some fun couldn't hurt. He wondered if that meant she was a bit of a troublemaker in her village, sneaking out to drink with the other village deviants when she’d been younger, like a teenage who snuck out through their window. The thought made me chuckle since now she seemed like a rule follower now. 

Quaritch focused now on shaping the small segments of black stone, the same used to make the spearhead. Vira had been put in charge of making arrowheads today. The thought of shooting with a bow made him uneasy, he’d seen enough of Mrs. Sullys arrows to know how deadly they could be but it seemed an odd twist of fate that he’d have to learn to use the same type of weapon that ended his human life and got him into this na’vi body in the first place. 

“Bows are ready,” Vira called as she walked along the branch holding a large bow she’d made for him. He took it from her and saw all the work she’s put into it. She'd carved intricate patterns into, way nicer than her crude little etching on the tree. It was dozens of stars forming the various constellations she’d pointed out to him during their time together drinking the night blossom. Vira had strung small tassels with beads made of teeth that she’d dyed different hues at the top where the strong met bow. The front had some kind of holder made of blue leaves that replaced a quiver. Miles tried to think if he’d ever gotten a gift that had so much work out into it. He’d seen her over the past several nights sitting across the fire from him instead of next to him as she normally did after dinner, working on something. He ran his fingers over the carved grooves. 

“Thank you,”

“No need to thank, fine hunter deserves fine bow.”

He watched her pink skin flush a shade darker.

Quaritch had originally thought she flushed so often at him back at their first camp because she found him an attractive Na’vi, she was a young female after all, didn’t they have little infatuations and mess around like humans did? Just some natural instinct. He was a young male and she was a young female, that was all. Miles was sure there were plenty of forest boys back at her home who’d thought she was a looker with those orange doe eyes, they were warm and inviting like the first rays of sunshine. Miles' mind thought back on Vira being a young troublemaker and sneaking out with derelict jungle boys and getting drunk off the nectar in the woods. The thought of her causing mischief didn’t seem as amusing as much anymore. 

The colonel shifted gears in his mind and filed away that he would have to ask one day about societal customs of recreational customs like courting and sex, it was so embedded in human society he assumed it had to be a part of the Na'vis. They were a humanoid society after all, no matter how primitive they may be. He’d heard mention from the science pukes of a mating season but he’d never really paid attention. Now that he was trying to get into the belly of the beast, truly know his enemy. He knew no information on the enemy was unimportant. It was all part of his mission to learn all he could. 

That’s what he told himself anyways, it was practically a mantra in his mind at this point. Every question, every kindness he showed Vira, every moment spent together, was all in service to his mission. He was not enjoying himself out in the jungle with some native woman. 

“One more,” the pink na’vi quickly made her way from him across the tree. He caught a whiff of her scent as the breeze blew, she smelled like a sweet lavender from the herbs they washed with and an underlying scent of something almost spicy, warm, and cloyingly sweet, that was just her scent. Her musk. It was all over the camp. He was sure he could track her scent at 100 clicks he knew it so well from his sensitive na’vi nose. 

“Jeez Princess you’re spoiling me,”, he drawled to her, making her shade blush so deep it touched her ears. 

Quaritch pondered then that she just flushed often because she got easily embarrassed and flustered. It was just harder for her to hide her flush than a Blue na’vi.  He had just been reading too much into things.

She scrounged around in a pile of yerik bones and came back holding a bone knife, it seemed like she’d tried to make it comparable to his RDA combat knife in size and shape, he saw where she’d tried to even shape a serrated edge opposite the razor-sharp bone edge. 

“Now that’s a fine blade, Tiny. Thank you.” 

She handed him a sheathed to go across his chest, not unlike the ones he’d seen over Navi wear. He didnt know when she’d made the sheath either, had he just thought she was working on clothes or things for herself and had really been making him all these gifts?

He stood and slipped the sheath on over his tank top and put the knife in the holder. 

“How do I look?”

Her orange eyes danced up and down his form, “more Na’vi every day.” 

— 

Vira and Miles scaled down to the base of their hometree, she was eager for him to try out the bow she had made for him. She had concerns that he might not have been ready to use it with his chest injury but he seemed stronger and stronger every day thank Ewya, he healed faster than she had ever anticipated. Maybe it was the great mother's plan to heal him quick so he could learn quickly. She had no other explanation, she hadn’t expected him to heal for a cycle, and they were not even halfway through.

The pink Na'vi brought paint down she’d made and marked three large yellow circles on the trunk for Miles to take aim at. Vira demonstrated how to shoot with her own bow, placing the arrow, nocking it, and letting go with her breath just like she taught him with the spear. She hit her mark first try in the center of the circle she was aiming at.  The pink Na’vi smiled to herself, a bit smug, definitely more skilled with a bow than a spear. 

Miles tried next, he seemed far less comfortable with the bow she noticed that he had with the spear. He handled it almost as though it may bite him. He knocked his arrow and took aim, his arrow falling below the circle he aimed from.

“Try another,” Vira ordered, she did a half circle around him, pink tail swishing in thought and he pulled another arrow back and it fell low again.

“I don’t think I’m meant to use a bow, Princess”

She made a thoughtful sound. “We need to fix your stance, that’s all. Pull back, do not release.” 

He did as he was told and Vira got up close to him, chest to chest, she could feel his breath on her forehead, hear his soft inhales, and feel the rise and fall of his broad chest. She used her feet to push his legs into the proper position. 

Vira took her small hands and lifted his drawing arm so his elbow was higher, she adjusted his bow arm by touching his forearm. To her those few moments she spent fixing his stance felt like an eternity. She turn her face up toward him, face flushed, surprised to see his yellow eyes were looking down at her and not at the target. His lips would have brushed her forehead if the bow did not prevent them from getting closer. 

“Take a strong, deep breath,” she moved her hands to gently touch his abdomen. Vira heard the deep inhale and felt him take a deep breath. Kentens danced in her stomach and heat pooled to her face and between her thighs. 

“Now try again.” She broke away from the close contact.

Vira watched his strong arms release the arrow with his breath. It whirled through the air, hitting its mark.

—

For dinner they ate the smoked spicy yerik she’d cooked, the smoke preserved the meat so it was good for several days but they would need to hunt soon. Vira was excited to hunt with her new bow, she was not the strongest or greatest hunter but she was skilled with a bow. If they had more numbers she’d consider they go hunting talioang on their Ikrans but with only two it would be hard and too much meat to try and eat. When she brought him back, he could try with the clan.

Still hungry after eating the meat she grabbed a Yovo fruit to peel and eat while they sat propped against the trunk of the tree on the sleeping mat. Miles sat beside her with his arms resting on his knees, legs spread apart, and relaxed as his large body took up extra space. He plucked the fruit out of her hands before she could even draw her knife from her thigh. Vira whined indignantly at the theft. 

“Oh come on now, didn’t your mama teach you to share?” He looked down at her wickedly, “I can try out your gift,” he pulled the bone knife from the holster on his chest, its sharpened edge shining low in the firelight. 

Vira rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything to Miles as he began to peel the fruit. Vira had come to enjoy watching his hands work with the extra finger, she no longer found it alien or even him really alien over the past several days, he just needed a teacher. The watched as he expertly used the knife she’d crafted for him, it made her happy to see it put to good use. 

“See somethin’ you like there Princess?” He quipped as he kept peeling, Vira hasn’t even tried to hide that she was watching his hands. 

She smiled and ignored the heat rushing to her face. “Your hands, too many fingers. Should be clumsy.” 

“Here I thought I should be flattered with you staring and you just want to pick on my hands.” He laughed and laid his hand flat on his leg closest to her, palm up and open. He wiggled his fingers. 

Vira tilted her head, orange eyes sparkling up at him with fascination. “Can I touch?” 

He nodded and surprised at her own boldness, Vira took his hand in her own two. She was curious in nature, always wanting to learn and see and touch all she could. Greedy for knowledge. 

She traced the lines of his blue hands, moved the smallest finger up and down and bent it. She bent Miles's whole hand in a fist, it shouldn’t have worked with 5 fingers but it did. She had him hold up his hand and lined it up her own with it, thumb to thumb, finger to finger all minus the small one. Not so different. He surprised her when he wrapped his small finger around the back of her hand and curled the tops of his larger fingers over her small ones.

Viras smile reached her eyes and glanced at him, she couldn’t read what the gesture meant behind his yellow eyes. It was a gesture that Na’vi did, it had no real meaning to them but something they did with babes and younglings. It was something her father had done many full sky cycles ago. 

Miles pulled his large hand away and resumed peeling the Yovo fruit, he halved it and handed it to her not bothering to cut it more. His yellow eyes looked far away while he ate. 

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Small Town (11th Doctor x Reader) - Part 1

Summary: What goes on in a small town has to stay in a small town. You and the Doctor check out a small town and now you can't leave. Count: 2k Warnings: unreality, self gaslighting A/N: Maybe if i post this I can bully myself into finishing it lmao who knows? -L

MASTERLIST | PART ONE (you are here !) | PART TWO

“So we’re investigating today?” You questioned as you walked into the console room, seeing it was set up in a way so the doctor could stare at most of the controls and look at the monitor intensely through his glasses, as he mumbled something about the information he was examining.

“Yes we are, just trying to get the exact coordinates, time gets weird around here, some kind of temporal anomaly” The Doctor grumbled, pointing vaguely at the monitor before adjusting a few more dials and switches, “I think I’ve got it!” he exclaimed, throwing off his glasses and running to the TARDIS doors and flinging them open. You trailed behind, wrapping a jacket around your arms to protect from the potential cold. You were above a small town, somewhere in America if you had to guess, but all the states blurred together and high up, cities always looked vaguely similar. Suspended you both stood, watching the world tick by.

“So, what we do know,” The Doctor began, staring out over the oblivious world, “there was town, gone for close to a month, no contact in or out excluding military communications. Weird energy signatures, freak weather, electromagnetic pulses, nightmares and weird happenings. And one day it stopped. Some say it was a witch, others say some weird government test and a handful even say aliens. So we’re going to find out, and try and help,” He smiled the last part

“That's what we do,” You returned the smile.

After a while of watching and waiting out of the corner of your eye you spotted it, a massive red and black pulse. Electrical? No it couldn’t be. It looked fierce and magical, but nothing like the fairytale magic in the books you read as a child.

“There!” You almost shouted, pointing. It wasn’t slowing down. It was speeding up. 

“Hold on to something! Keep a lookout” You heard the doctor shout, as he ran back to the machine, punching random buttons and flicking random switches in an attempt to hold the ship in place, despite it already shifting under the weight of the barrier edging closer

“It’s not slowing down” You almost screamed from the door, clinging to the handrails in desperation

“I know, I wasn’t trying to slow it, I was trying to keep us from moving but it's too strong. Who knows where we’ll end up or what’ll happen,” He pressed more buttons in a futile attempt, before giving up and racing towards you, “Better we face it together,” He smiled, grabbing your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

You squeezed his hand almost like a sign you were ready “Together,”

And with that you both stepped from the ship, falling into the pulse. 

Your eyes snapped open. Another bad dream, you always woke up before you hit the floor. They’d been happening frequently and showed no sign of stopping, perhaps one day you’d realise what had happened as the floor came closer. Your husband snored gently next to you, his sharp chin pressed into your forehead. The clock next to you read 7:30, 25rd October 1954 , that meant for you it was time to wake up and get some breakfast ready. You appeared downstairs and started cooking, seemingly it was done almost as quick as it had begun, at least you were getting quicker you thought to yourself. Your husband, John, came down the stairs fully dressed for work muttering something about the car having issues, and needing to get some circuit in it fixed. “Thank you for the meal, my love,” John thanked as he adjusted his bowtie and took a sip of his freshly-made drink. You didn’t remember making it. You frowned and he saw it.

“How’s your head?” He asked noticing

“Well, I haven’t had any complaints,” You giggled, And that’s when you heard it. Laughter. It wasn’t even that funny. Canned laughter. Studio audience level laughter. You didn’t even think it was a funny joke. There was a pause for it to die down. 

“Darling I think we should invite that new couple that moved in,” He pondered aloud “I just think it would be nice, new neighbours make some friends,”

“Yeah I mean we have been living here… living here, how long?” You asked rhetorically at first but at one point or another during the sentence you realised you didn’t actually have an answer. More laughter. 

“Well, you know… you know,” John said, wandering through the sentence, fiddling with his bowtie of choice for the day, clearly as unsure as you were “you know what? I’m going to be late for work,” He stood up quickly staring at his watch, finishing the final bite of his breakfast. 

“Have a good day at work, my love,” you shouted to him, as you heard the door swing shut. He was a Doctor, local hospital, taking care of people was always something he prioritised. Long days and long nights were common, time seeming to slip away from you both. Clocks never seemed right, some too fast, others too slow. You were at your own pace and it was a familiar and comforting feeling. 

At some point during the day you found yourself in the park. Something felt off. Not alarmingly, not a gut punching sense of anxiety, just out of place. The Sun seemed too bright for the time of day maybe. 

What time was it again? 2pm. But that couldn’t be right, you’d left the house at half 11, seemingly 20 minutes ago. You chalked it up to being lost in your reading, a mere quirk of habit. As you examined it, the pages were empty, void of information. Looking up assuming it was some trick of your half asleep mind you shook your head, as the words shifted back onto the page with a breakneck speed. You spotted your new neighbours from across the park, you collected your things and sauntered over. They were talking about something you couldn’t quite make out when you gave them a wave and they stopped, smiled and welcomed you into the conversation. The laughter rang again, this time it seemingly felt normal, a quiet comfort in the almost now familiar situation.

 “Hi my name’s Y/N, I noticed you moved in about a week ago, on our street. My Husband and I live at number 11,” You explained with a smile.

“Oh Hi! This is Augustus and I’m Elizbeth, Bee for short,” He smile was warm and welcoming. She was a relatively small woman, long blonde hair curled in whichever way it pleased, her eyes were a soft blue colour almost matching the sky. 

“I hate it when you use my full name, I prefer Gus,” The man rolled his eyes jokingly before extending his hand out to you which you shook. You briefly chatted about your time in the neighbourhood, and your husband.  Gus and Bee were invited to dinner at your house that evening. 

As you wandered the streets of Amberpoint, the world seemed to still. It was a quiet comfort, and when the light hit the glass just right, it lived up to its name. You reflected on your life, your travels and how it felt like you were travelling to distant worlds sometimes, and maybe in a way you were. Amberpoint was small, no more than 5,000. Hundreds of matching brickwork houses, how had you ended up here? Settling for suburbia never sat in your plans, but as you thought through scatters of memories, maybe it didn’t matter, maybe you just were supposed to be there. Maybe sometimes you end up where you need to be by accident.

Your home was uncharacteristically silent.  A cautionary hello was shouted by. A non-committal noise sounded from the garage. There John was sat tinkering with some gadget, screwdrivers and  tiny spanners, thrown in by the handful for good measure. 

“How was work dear?” You asked, not daring to question the smoke now gently leaking from the item. 

“Fine, empty office today, they let me come home early, no appointments other than Mr Reed’s eyes and you know how those go,”

You didn’t, but coughed up a half laugh anyway. “That couple from 17 are coming over tonight, like you suggested so please keep your gadgets and gizmos away from dinner,” You frowned, turning on your heel and exiting the room. Cue laughter. 

Dinner prep was relatively easy, you’d fought monsters on other planets, with nothing but a sonic screwdriver and a blue box. No. No, you hadn’t. You’d fought hard against Mandy Cunningham for those test scores in your exams even with that broken arm, how hard could meal prep for four people go. They arrived and took their seats. Bee smiled and offered you a hand in the kitchen so John and Gus could get to know each other. Bee seemed to smile in a way you hadn’t imagined a person could. It was bright, and seemed almost like it could be turned on and off like a tap. Like a command, or a magic trick. Her hair fell down to her hips, it never seemed out of place, even with the length, not a tangle in sight. Her dress was yellow, at some point through the cooking she’d informed you it was her favourite colour, with a joke about honey bees. That stage smile, taking front and centre. 

The meal was going well, not that it wouldn’t have. But in the light of your dining room you noticed how pale Gus looked, almost sickly, light sweat brushed his forehead. Your husband had noticed “You alright old chap?” Your husband said to him at one point

“Yeah, I’m absolutely fine, never better,” He hummed in between bites of  food. And despite your insistence and wanting to feel normal around your neighbours, John got up and wandered over to the garage and pulled out one of his contraptions from an old box of his. “So this should help stabilise the headache you’re no good at hiding. I am a Doctor after all,” He mumbled to Gus. John flicked a switch and waited, a loud sound poured from the machine and the world seemed to shift slightly. Like the reminder that the world is on an axis. A gut feeling that the world is not wholly the way you perceive it. A rush of memories and feeling flashed for a brief second before retreating, seemingly as if it hadn’t happened at all. Fleeing anytime you decided to cling to them, as the machine collapsed into cartoon-like pieces. You blinked and with that the memories had never happened. What were you thinking about again?

“Hm,” John frowned “That shouldn’t have happened,”

“John fancies himself as somewhat of an inventor, because apparently saving people’s lives isn’t enough to cram into 24 hours,” You explained with a nervous laugh and a few apologies thrown in.

The remainder of dinner passed relatively uneventfully. Simple small talk, how long you’d lived there John pulling a number from thin air. They left with a hug and smile. You and your husband collapsed on the sofa, worn out from the day. 

“So dinner parties, hey, we don’t do too badly,” He smiled wrapping his arm around you

“I think everything considered we did pretty well,” You laughed and lent in to press a gentle kiss to his lips, he hesitated slightly before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours with a gentle smile. 

“So what do we do now dear?” He laughed staring at the mess on the table

“Leave it for tomorrow,” you chuckled, screwing your eyes shut thinking about the amount of work it would be between you “I’m tired.”

And with that you both retreated to bed for the night to collapse into another dream filled sleep. Or maybe you would wake up in reality. Maybe it didn’t matter which way around it was. And as Amberpoint fell asleep, something ticked over. Maybe nothing sinister, but perhaps a quiet solumness filled the sleep-ridden air. 

#11th doctor x reader #11th doctor #11th doctor x you #eleventh doctor x reader #eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x you #doctor who self insert #the doctor x reader #the doctor x you #doctor who fic #doctor who fanfiction #self insert doctor who #self insert fanfiction

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IMAGINE…

BEING A JEDI SURVIVING ORDER 66 AND REUNITING WITH HUNTER PT. 1

Notes: HAPPY BAD BATCH EVE! I’m excited to share this piece with you guys and don’t worry...the next one will be out before you know it! Enjoy!

Surviving a war was one thing. Surviving order 66 was another.

The clone wars was over, and the Jedi were accused of treason. Everything that has happened seemed unreal. Everything was gone in a blink of an eye. The Jedi, the Republic, everything. The clones had turned on you and you had barely come out of it alive, but you did come out of it. But why? How could they after everything they’ve been through. However that didn’t matter. Getting to Cid’s in one piece was what mattered. 

Cid the informant. From what you could remember about the Trandoshan, she was a tipster for the Jedi before the massacre. That and she resided on Ord Mantell, or at least, the most seedy part of the planet anyways. 

With nowhere to go and hide from the ever-growing power of the Empire, Cid was the next best bet.

It was dangerous times, and in times like these, and all your instincts told you to keep your head down and out of trouble. And that’s what you did. Traveling from shuttle to shuttle for the last few weeks, you were on edge. As you watched the glistening light-speed of hyperspace from your seat, you were keeping a low profile until you reached Ord Mantell. The crowded ships filled with noisy passengers were starting to feel overwhelming. It also didn’t help that clones were checking every passenger with chain-codes and soon, they were coming your way. 

Pulling your hood down to cover your face and your other hand placed on your saber underneath your cloak, you were filled with a quick panic that instantly passed as soon as the soldier did. Releasing a sigh of relief, you leaned your head against the window. With closed eyes, you could feel the saber under your hood. The comfort of something familiar easing you into solace. 

It was all you had left. Your only ally and the only person you could count on: Yourself. 

However, it wasn’t always like that. While the war was nothing but an endless battle of clankers, you had Clone Force 99. Occasionally you would spend an amount of time with the clones. Trouble followed them around like a smell and they had a uniqueness unlike anything you’ve ever seen. They were quite the team of individuals, but while you did miss them wholeheartedly, there was one that made you longing to see the most. Hunter.

He was a strong and stoic leader. But while all that was true, that’s not what made him a great leader. It wasn’t even his extraordinarily keen senses that did it either. It was his strong sense of morality. He had no hesitation to do the right thing. Whether with his brothers or to the reg commanders, he stands by his morals every time. It’s what you admired the most about him. 

And with that time with them, you got to know the clone the most. The way you knew that every time he closed his eyes, he was slowly taking in all the senses that bugged him. To even the catching the rarest smiles from him when you talked. A wistful smile came, the memories heartening as you remembered.

Even out of sight, he was still on your mind.

With a heavy heart, you had shake your head of those thoughts. Even if it was the good old times, they were nothing but the past now. Your only thought? To make it to Cid’s and hopefully, start a new life for yourself away from the Empire. As you pulled out of hyperspace to the planet of Ord Mantell, it perked your attention with a hopeful smile. Sighing, you leaned back into your seat with only one thought in mind as you soon landed.

I wonder where Hunter is right now?

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In Cid’s cantina, everyone was occupied.

Omega and Wrecker were smiling ear to ear as they munched on their mantell mix after another successful mission. While Tech was with Echo at the bar, talking about repairs that needed to be done to the ship over drinks. Even Hunter, who sat on the other end of the bar, with a drink in hand as he took casual sips. In spit of that, he had other things on his mind. More specifically, you. 

When he heard about the Jedi being wiped out, his only concern was you. 

Were you hurt? Were you in danger? Are you even alive? And if you were, where are you? His thoughts were engulfed with negative thoughts about you. 

All these thoughts made him down the hatch before wiping off the liquid from his mouth with his backhand. It’s not like he wanted to find you, he did. But with Crosshairs betrayal and being on the run, he couldn’t risk his team for something he wanted. Even if it meant betraying his heart for the sake of the team. Hunter just couldn’t. 

So he buried those feelings deep enough to forget for a time, but not forever. At least, until he heard a familiar voice that shook him to his core. 

“Hunter?”

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does hsr tumblr like ocs

i made a masked fool

close up + rambles about him under the cut

his inspiration came from my special interest in all things liminal and unreal like dereality shit. it falls very in line with the unreal aspect of the masked fools and would bring a lot to a boring mundane world.

the hand in the mask functions as a third hand it has the appearance of Those dereality cloudy skies but if you touch it its just as cold as the other ceramic, its also a bit smoother. like jelly smooth. cold and jelly smooth to a degree where you think it should be squishy but its not. it feels very. weird. not real but real at once.

the hand is capable of holding his dagger and his darts the darts go through a hole in the top of the mask where the bun is

imagine minding ur business and some fucking guy is throwing darts with his face like what the hell is wrong with u bro whats ur damage 😭

the blue liquid secretion from under the hand is the blue typa shit u see when ur pc blue screens all the eyes are functional the ceramic head is removeable thats his literal masked fool Mask. the mask itself is just. very alive and fucked up.

his ult attack is where my genius shines in my personal opinion; walk with me here i know it's similar to black swan's but only in base concept

i like to believe that monaro is capable of inflicting what's almost like enhanced hallucinations on people. like you can touch what he's produced but at the same time it's not real to anyone else, yk?

that's where the hands come in as part of the ult, the only similarity to BSW it has is that the hands grab at the victim, that's honestly where it ends. these ones would have an accompanied feeling of like. drowning. sinking. dread. after effects would probably be a great stack of confusion and slowed speed. and visually, he'd probably cause more than Just hands but they're the main actual attack aspect of it; the other surrounding things like faces and auditory things would be to add to the confusion the person is left with.

unrelated rambles but this guy is the typa guy to go somewhere with his mask on just because he knows it scares strangers. he's the typa guy to throw his darts at any object that isnt a dart board.

#marv art #honkai star rail #hsr ocs #honkai star rail oc #hsr #masked fools #original character

[verygirlygirl]

Spin the bottle part 4! (sorry this took so longg)

Everything just felt so unreal throughout the day after Vance had played with your head once again your movements were slow and hesitant and so were your thoughts. At lunch Finney and Robin decided to pay you a visit “Hey y/n?” you looked over at Finney and gave him a tired smile “hey Fin.. what’s up?”, he looked at you with worry in his eyes and so did robin but he didn’t do much talking.

“Well.. Robin and I have seen how almost.. dead you look today” Finney hesitated with his words. You appreciated that he was trying his best but you were really just so tired, you were tired of school you were tired of Vance and his hurtful antics so you decided to play sick “yea I know I look busted but I wasn’t like this this morning.. maybe I’m sick or something”.

Fin and Robin looked at you with sympathy “here y/n how about me and Finney take you to the nurses office and after we get out of school we can go get something cold to drink”. Robin looked hopeful and so did Finney both of them waiting on you to say yes “yea sure if I feel better that is”, you let out a fake raspy cough that sounded a bit too real maybe you were sick but you didn’t care you just wanted to go home.

“Yes” they both whispered in unison Finney took your hand and walked you to the nurses office while Robin followed behind. “Don’t worry y/n you’ll feel better” Finney whispered to you making a small smile appear on your slightly chapped lips “I hope I do” you groaned out, After a a few minutes of walking with Finney’s hand holding yours you felt a warm pit in your stomach.

“Alright we’re here y/n” Finney said as he let go go your hand and gave you a big smile “we’ll see you later y/n lunch is almost over bye!”. Finney and Robin walked away waving at you and you made your way into the nurses office there weren’t any kids there just you and your thoughts, “hey sweetheart what can I do for you?”.

A kind and gentle voice appeared and you turned around to see a sweet middle aged looking nurse “I don’t feel well miss I’ve been nauseous all day and I feel like I might pass out. The nurse looked at you with a small frown “oh poor thing is that so? Here let me check your temperature”, after she was done checking you the nurse looked at the thermometer and then you and sighed.

“Well its not bad but if you feel like that then I guess you can get a sick slip and go home but only cause you’re so cute” she said in a baby voice as she squished your cheek with her thumb and index finger. She handed the slip and set you on your way “thank you so much miss” you thanked her and speed walked out of the office and began your way home.

@nyleen

heres part 4 tagged as I promised part 5 will be out shortly :>

#vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper imagine #the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano

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Hopper's husband

I've started this before Christmas then forgot about it, so here I am uploading this. Story takes place during your wedding night and is very sweet. Pairings: Jim Hopper x male reader Content: Both top and bottom Hopper, praising, pet names, ass eating and obviously anal sex.

Just now, after such a long time, you could finally call Jim Hopper your husband. You loved him so much, the wedding was incredible, the pending invitation for his parents was never responded to, guess they just couldn’t see their son marrying another man. You were that man, and it didn’t matter, he loved you more than anything in this world, and now, you were finally his. You decided to do something that would hopefully make up for everything he’s done for you, every little word he said to you, you decided to take his surname. Seeing your name there, right next to his surname made him spill tears of joy and for him to sob into your chest while telling you how much he loved you, now you, him and El were officially the Hoppers and you couldn’t like it more.

Flash forward to your wedding, all of your friends came, your parents… everyone was there to see you two getting married… except Jim’s parents… he obviously was a bit affected by it and you approached him when the celebration had toned down and you two were alone with the music still audible in the background, “Hey… I know it hurts that your parents didn’t come…” you said, trying to lift his spirits “It’s no surprise… they are the most conservative fuckers you’re ever gonna see… but still, it’s your son’s wedding for fuck’s sake, they didn’t even come here to tell me I’ve gone in the wrong path or something… nothing…” he said, voice trembling “Hey, but look, everyone who actually loves you for who you are is here darling, Joyce is here, Murray is here, and I’m here too, for anything you need, which is why I gave my life to you tonight baby, I’ll always be here with you” you said, getting teary eyed as well, you loved him so much. He grabbed you and pulled you in to him, “Fuck, I love you, so much, so fucking much, I don’t deserve someone as good as you” “You deserve me, i deserve you, if anything, tonight we’re here because we’re made for each other”

“Baby…” he said, standing both of you up and leading you to your room… 

He quickly closed the door behind him, you already starting to undress him, kissing him deeply, you could feel the tears he was shedding from the happiness you gave him, god, you loved this softy of a man, he was so big and so protective sometimes but other times he was the sweetest, softest man ever, you loved him. “Baby..” he moaned against your cheek, his stubble brushing across your face, making you feel heavenly, “I want to love you so good…” he said, “then do it, Jim, I need you too” that was enough for him, he pushed you down on the bed, pulled down your pants and started eating your ass out, no stop in between, he craved you, lapping away at your hole like it gave him life, he did this thing where his whole tongue was buried inside you, making your back arch for him. “Mmm baby, so fucking good” he said, murmuring into your ass, you moaned as he swirled his tongue around it. “Fuck baby, I love you so much it’s almost unreal…” he said, god, his compliments were driving you over the edge.

He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and spread it on his dick a on your hole, you moaned as he spread it slowly and gently over your ass, he positioned his cock pointed to your hole and pushed it in. You moaned at the fullness of his cock inside you, he leaned on one arm as you looked into each other’s eyes, you loved how blue his eyes were, how his mustache looked, his cock slowly sinking into your ass causing precum to spill all over your stomach.

When he started thrusting your moans became sharper and louder, you were begging him over and over “fuck me darling” over and over again, his thrust started speeding up as you moaned, he loved how fucking horny he was making you just with a few thrusts, your ass clenching and unclenching on his cock repeatedly, spasming with pleasure. “How could I ever get sick of this ass… I could cum in it for hours…” he said huskily into your ear, a jolt of pleasure rushed past your body as he said this.

Your eyes stayed locked together as he gently thrust into you for the next hour. “My baby… my beautiful husband” he said, thrusting over and over into your slightly worn out ass. He kept this up until his thrusts started speeding up, his breathing starting to get sharper, “Oh fuck… fuck… you’re making me cum baby…” he looked at your face, an expression of pleasure he knew was because of him which turned him on so much, “Fuck, you look so beautiful there sweetheart, you’re my world baby, my world…” those words made your orgasm finally erupt, you came a lot, you could see that you came so hard there was some of your cum on his chest. The way you clenched your ass drew him over the edge too as he unloaded his load into you, claiming you as his. 

He collapsed on top of, kissing you deeply, when you pulled apart to breathe he brought his face to your stomach and started lapping up your cum, grunts of approval rumbling through him as he licked at your release, that sweet nectar only you could give him. When he was finally finished eating your cum and swallowing it, he smiled, the cum on his mustache and chin were making you horny again, “I love you, my beautiful husband” he said in a slightly more submissive, gentle way, the way that word “husband” echoed through your mind, you’d had enough, “Get over here” you said, somehow gathering the strength to pull him below you, your hands trying to get the lube and putting it on your fingers, “Ah- baby-” he said as you started licking his hole, tasting his sweet musk, his sweaty, masculine scent, the way his hole clenched around your tongue… fuck… so hot. “Ah- baby” he said as you slid your finger into him, him taking it easily as he was so horny and needed you so badly it just slid right in. His gaping ass had you feral, the way it stretched and was so warm, just right for your dick, you grabbed a chunk of lube and put it on his ass and your dick. “Wh- what are you doing’” he asked, scared, “Gonna fuck you good baby, about time I compensate you for all the times you’ve done it for me,” you said, his face forming into a smile, “Then fuck me baby, I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve needed your cock for so long now…” “And you’re gonna fucking have it baby…” With that, your cock slowly started to go deeper inside him…

“Is that ok baby? Does it hurt?” you asked, “It’s not sweetheart- more- please-” he moaned, this was too much for you and started thrusting into him, “fuck- baby- yes! he moaned as you thrusted into him, his hole tightening around your cock and kissing you as you thrusted into him, you knew Hopper didn’t last very long when he was the one getting fucked, he started rutting back against your thrusts, the lube in his ass creating squelching sounds which turned you both on to no end, then, Hopper screamed, burring his face to your chest as his orgasm made him shoot ropes of cum at your stomach, “Baby!!” he screamed, his ass clenched so tightly around your cock and you released your load in him… 

“Fuck baby, that was amazing” he said as you collapsed on his chest, “Yeah it was…” you said, cuddling against his chest, smelling the musk from his sweat that you had made appear on him, “I’m so happy to be your husband” you said to him, “I’m happy too, I’m gonna love you so much baby, I’m gonna go home and make you scream in pleasure every day” he said, kissing your forehead, “Well, you better make me scream in pleasure every day at our honeymoon,” you chuckled,

“I will” he smiled, “I love you” you said, matter of factly even, “I love you too” Hopper said as you both fell asleep, satisfied and exhausted.

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[cafeseoulmate]

Kang Taehyun’s Hot Boy Summer Destiny (Teaser Preview)

featuring: child of athena!taehyun x child of apollo!gn!reader

genre: fluff, minor angst, pjo / demigod au, childhood best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers au, soulmate au, slowburn, mutual pining

release date: November 17, 2022

You had a dream—or a vision, what have you—that you gave your childhood best friend, Kang Taehyun the son of Athena, an elaborate hot boy summer makeover in a span of two months and had him meet his soulmate at the Summer’s End bonfire. It came to you just last week, the same night you dreamt about the quest you sent your half-sibling Hueningkai in the other day and how exactly you will slay the minotaur terrorizing the camp borders right now—which is why you can confirm, as a child of Apollo, that it was a very much prophetic and bound to happen soon.

“Apparently, I gave you a wardrobe update, a haircut, and introduced you to some Aphrodite and Hermes kids under the half moon—watch out!” You continue to explain as you lure the bull-headed monster further away from the camp gate, dragging Taehyun by the arm and picking up speed when the beast swings its ax exactly as you remember in your dreams. “So what do you think?”

You then aim your crossbow at the minotaur’s ankles as Taehyun instructed you earlier, shooting it with a specialized poisoned arrow. As expected, it takes a moment before the poison takes effect for a beast as large as the minotaur, effectively paralyzing it anyway right as you reach the clearing in the woods and giving you and Taehyun time to charge towards it this time.

“I think you’re properly crazy!” Taehyun belatedly yells back at you, heading straight for the minotaur’s horns while you set your crossbow aside on your shoulder in exchange for your sword. When the two of you near the minotaur’s laying on its side, your best friend swiftly releases one of the specialized net traps Yeonjun made, one that magically adjusts to the minotaur’s size and strength as it traps the beast in place. “I’m not letting you give me a makeover!”

“Not even if you’ll meet your soulmate at the end of it?” You ask as you hold the minotaur down by your sword when it starts to flail around the net trap, moving only with half its strength with the poison quickly spreading in its veins. You feel a slight sting on one of your arms but decide to quickly ignore it as you busy yourself with the monster's frantic movements. “I literally just mentioned that I saw them from behind at the end of the dream—red string and all—and you’re not even just a little bit curious?”

Taehyun briefly pauses, the blood on the minotaur’s horn in his hands dripping down his elbows as he looks at you incredulously, before definitively shaking his head. “The future’s still subject to change, even in your dreams, remember?” He counters matter-of-factly, stabbing the horn straight into its heart and effectively killing it once and for all. “You could still dream about something different later on.”

You roll your eyes, removing your sword from the minotaur’s torso right before it fades into dust right in front of you. “The vision should happen in two months, I’m not going to dream of anything new about it at this point.” You counter, jogging over to Taehyun’s side as he gathers the net trap back in its pouch. Once he’s done, the two of you get your bearings and walk back to the direction of camp. “And before you argue and use my dream journals against me again, I re-checked them all as soon as I wrote this vision down so I can confirm that I have no other unrealized visions that says anything else about what’s destined for you this summer."

“Whatever. I can meet my soulmate fine even without a hot boy makeover, thanks.” He chuckles in amusement in front of your oddly determined expression, wiping the blood off of his sword with a cloth from his bag.

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[artzzyb00-27]

{💙She's in the Foot Clan!!💙}

Yup 2012 reference

Of all things. Why'd she have to be in the foot clan? Not a nurse, aspiring author, dreaming artist. No. Foot clan soldier. Leo couldn't believe it himself. The fact he even held a conversation with her is unreal. Especially with her speed powers. Zipping around fights and delivering punches in the process was pretty cool.

He had to admit, she was pretty cool as well. One time she saved him from a Foot ambush because she thought it was an unfair fight. Yeah he's big and can kick ass, but 50 people is still a lot. So she helped out in another disguise.

"Thanks Speeds." He would say and she would nod in return and run off. Then after two months, they actually shifted from enemies-to-'I tolerate you,' type of people. Not that Leo was complaining. It was nice to have someone aside from his family and friends who were made through convention. This friendship was formed because it was planted and expanded.

"Leo!" Flinching at the loud voice, the leader in blue looked up to his younger brother and sighed. He stood up and sheathed his swords heading up with the others for patrol. "What's with ya'? You've been somewhere else these days and it ain't helping us track the Foot Clan shipments."

"Don't worry about it Raph. I've got it handled." Recently, hating to admit it, Raph had grown into Leo's leader role pretty well. Not that he'd ever officially give up the title, but it did make him happy he had someone concrete to rely on. When the brothers arrived at the docks, they saw a good dozen Foot soldiers walking around keeping guard in pairs while, Karai, and a tiger mutant were in the center talking looking at a tablet.

"It'll be easier if we split up, hit them hard and fast before they can react and call for back up." Donnie said after analyzing the situation. They all nodded their heads but Leos' drifted everywhere. Where was she? She'd usually be running around of trying to make one of the other soldiers to laugh. No where in sight. No quick trail of someone with speed enhancements whisked by.

"Anyone else find it weird that Speedy Gonzalez isn't here tonight?" Donnie and Mikey nodded while Raph just gave him a look. "What? That's a good thing."

"Yeah, 'cept you've got this look on your face," pausing and glancing over at his nerd brother to get back up but realized he was at odds with his brothers at the moment. "Agh, whatever. Let's just get this over with. I'm freezing my shell off."

Like Donnie said, hitting them hard and fast was the trick. Till one of the Foot soldiers screamed and Tigerclaw ran over to where Mikey had taken out two soldiers. Leo had seen the big cat mutant hurling over towards his brother but was busy with Raph dealing Dog pound. The amount of mutant dummies Karai had gained while Shredder was gone was sort of intimidating.

Glancing over to the fight behind him, Donnie was handling Karai easily. Looking over to his right however, not good. Mikey yelped in pain at Tigerclaws' claws cutting him on the face slightly and having trouble regain his footing. Leo began to run over but was stopped with Bebop and Rocksteady charging at him from both sides.

"Mikey!" He yelled out but just as his youngest brother was about to get impaled by his opponent, Speeds rams into Tigerclaw and helps Mikey get up. She looks to Leo and nods, she looks tired.

"Run!" Leo nods hesitantly but still yells at his brothers to retreat.

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"What the hell was that!"

"Nothing Raph."

"Nothing!? Leo a Foot lackey just saved Mikey and told us to run. You don't think that's a tiny bit suspicious!" Groaning in annoyance Leo went over to the edge of the roof they were at a couple blocks away from the shit show they had just ran away from.

"Look Raph I'm really not in the mood right now. All I know is that she helped Mikey, and knowing Karai, it's not gonna end well for her." He paused and let what he was alluding to drift in the air for a bit to know how the team felt about it.

Aside from Mikey, not well. Well actually, Mikey was hesitant, but was willing because he got saved a trip to Donnie's lab. Donnie was just being logical. Saying stuff about how their bodies were too exhausted to be dealing with it right now, but even then his kind heart over powered and said he'd help Leo quickly.

Raph, being Raph, pulled Leo away and began a whisper yelling match that all of them could hear. Guess he only did it to make it feel private between the two elders of the group.

"She's in the Foot Clan."

"We've got to help her."

"She's in the Foot Clan."

"She saved Mikey, I know it doesn't trust worthy,"

"Wanna know why? CAUSE SHE'S IN THE FOOT CLAN!!"

Wincing at his ears ringing, Leo just sighed and pat Raph on his shoulder.

"Look if you think it's a trap take Mikey and Donnie. I can take care of it myself. You're in charge while I'm gone." He finished before running off and head to the only place he thought they were holding Speeds. Turning to look back he saw the other following him and just continued running.

Arriving at the abandoned cannery gave them an advantage. Seeing as Shredder was too distracted. That surprised them. Shredder being back, gonna have to ask Renet when that happened exactly.

"Why were you so brave to betray me. After everything we've done for you. Gave you food, clothes, a-"

"Roof over my head, yeah, yeah, whatever. I don't care anymore. Getting away from you is better than having free luxury while people are getting poisoned under the turtle and polices' noses." Sneaking around whilst taking out guards silently, Leo smiled at himself. At least she was on their side.

"Don't get any ideas, even if she's betraying them that don't mean she'll help us all the time." Raph said snapping him out of his day dream of training with her. Sadly, it was true. No time to think about what could be now, while she's on the verge of being murdered by her ex-master.

"You disappoint me daughter. I leave you in charge for my absence and you can't even tell if someone is betraying you." Saki stated turning to the girl with pink highlights. Using the small distraction, Mikey dropped a kunai knife in Speeds hands from above to help het cut the ropes loose. Glancing up she smiled at the orange clad turtle and put back on her mask of indifference when Shredder turned back.

"You, will pay for this. And forget about seeing your little allies again. They say death is a mercy sometimes. So I will not give it." As he said this one of the doctors came behind her and injected something in her. Screaming in pain, she used the knife quickly and flipped over Shredder racing away to the door. Her powers were gone so she couldn't zap away.

When Karai began running after, Donnie used his grappling hook bracelet and wrapped it around Speeds torso and pulled her to him and caught her. Before the Foot could react the turtles broke through the nearest window and ran home.

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When Speeds woke up, a bright light flashed in her eyes. Groaning in pain from both the injection and the luminescent bulb she sat up and threw her legs to dangle of the surgery table. She felt everything sway and when it stopped she moved to walk through the open doorway. Poking her head out she found a rat sitting down watching a movie with a lizard.

When his ear flicked, she froze to not make any noise but apparently her breathing gave it away as he turned to her with a smile. At least what she thought was a smile.

"I see you're awake. Tea?"

They talked and didn't realize they were being watched by the brothers who had finished their Katas a few minutes ago. Leo was just happy he could have a full conversation without worrying about her betraying him.

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[katiesharms]

if you let me down, let me down slow - ch. 1

fandom: top gun maverick, pairing: phoenix/hangman

summary: She still doesn’t know what to make of Hangman, after all this time, all these years. They’re not friends, really, not even in the loose way she and Rooster are friends and certainly not in the way she and her friends back home are. But they’re far more than acquaintances, than colleagues. In some ways, they’re closer than she is with some of her family. In others, they might as well be strangers.

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a/n: hi everyone who follows me for bridgerton, i promise it's coming! tgm has just...gripped me. i'm cross-posting this with my ao3, where chap 2 is already also posted. feel free to send me asks/prompts/questions/comments! title from 'what's it gonna be' by shura, a great song for this dynamic

Phoenix has a recurring dream that the brakes on her car don’t work. 

She’s not sure, exactly, when they started. She assumes it was sometime between getting her license at 16 and leaving for the Academy, but she can’t remember, can’t pin it down to a specific date. But the dream is always the same. She’s driving through a familiar section of her hometown, on the highway from the pizza place to her house. And she’s speeding, because she always speeds, but the light is red all of a sudden. So she slams on the brakes, as hard as she can, and it works, at first. The car slows down, drastically. But it doesn’t stop. She’s pressing on the brakes with all her strength and she can feel it, can feel the way they clench underneath her, can hear the screech of them against her tires. But it’s not enough. The car slows down, but it never stops, inching forward past the red light and into the intersection. 

She always wakes up before anything happens. Before she’s hit or hits something. 

This recurring dream is why she currently can’t sleep. It woke her up, shocking her with adrenaline. She awoke panting, clammy from sweat, momentarily confused. That’s dangerous, she knows. To be a loud waker, in her line of work. So she took a few calming breaths and surveyed her surroundings. Determined that she was in her temp housing the Navy put them in during this recall, that Halo was still snoring quietly below her. 

Natasha knew she should just try to go back to sleep, an early start the next day, but she couldn’t. Her body is full of momentum, of unrealized motion from her dream. So she roused herself as quietly as possible and made her way out of her room. 

It’s well past midnight, and leaving the base at this time draws more scrutiny than it’s worth, which is how she’s found herself in the common room, dismantling the old radio there. She’d always loved machines, and the technical aspect of flying has always come easier to her than to most others. When Mav threw the manual in the trash on their first day, she has to stop herself from physically wincing. It’s why she joined the Academy, at first. A cheap way to get an engineering degree. She just hadn’t expected to fall in love with flying. 

It’s nearing two in the morning, and with everyone expected at the 0800 lecture the next morning, Natasha’s expecting to spend the next hour or so in peace. The universe seems to have other plans. 

“Is there a reason you’re playing Inspector Gadget at 2 am?” 

She looks up and finds the last person she expected to see: Jake Seresin. She’d figured that he either spends his nights with a different girl every time or deep in his beauty sleep. She certainly didn’t think he’d be here, watching her fiddle with the ancient tech, an unreadable look on his face. 

“I think I can boost the signal.” It’s not an answer but he wasn’t really asking a question. Phoenix doesn’t think she has the bandwidth to deal with Hangman at the moment, and she’s quietly hoping that, if she doesn’t engage him like she usually does, he’ll just leave. 

Instead, he walks further into the room, dropping onto the couch across the table from her. He picks up one of the wires that she hasn’t reconnected yet and starts playing with it. She resists the urge to slap it out of his hand like he’s a kid. 

She still doesn’t know what to make of Hangman, after all this time, all these years. They’re not friends, really, not even in the loose way she and Rooster are friends and certainly not in the way she and her friends back home are. But they’re far more than acquaintances, than colleagues. In some ways, they’re closer than she is with some of her family. In others, they might as well be strangers. 

She’s known him for over ten years now. He’s maybe the person she’s known the longest, that she’s not related to. He was a year ahead of her on the Academy, and then was in flight training at the same time as her. And when she got to TOPGUN, he’d been the top pilot from the previous class and was there to help instruct. Then, they flew together, intermittently over the years. She’s actually seen him more often than she’s seen Rooster. 

She’d hated him, mostly. He was arrogant and dangerous, the worst combination. But over the years, their relationship has thawed more, became more understanding. When you’re in the top 1% of all aviators, there’s very few people who understand your life. And when you’re called back for a top-secret suicide mission, that number shrinks to something impossibly small. 

It’s also hard to hate him, surprisingly. As much of a dickhead as he is, he also cares, deep down. Once, in flight training, she did one too many barrel rolls trying to show off (sometimes she can admit that she’s just a little arrogant, too) and almost lost control of her plane. She stabilized quickly, but afterward, she had to rush to the bathroom to puke. He found her there and didn’t say anything, didn’t brag or lord it over her. Instead, he offered her a Gatorade (almost impossible to find on base) and some gum and told her that he was impressed. When they were stationed together in Japan, he was the only other person willing to go with her to the hole-in-the-wall food places, to try some stuff that might’ve still been living. When his date for his brother's wedding canceled last minute, Phoenix went with him, met the whole Seresin clan. 

He’d been different there, more reserved. She thinks she left that weekend understanding him better. No one in his family even called him Hangman, and sometimes, it’s like they forgot he was there. His family is so big, Hangman himself the youngest of 5, and she could see it. How he grew up fighting for space, finding a way to stand out. 

She doesn’t like to think about what he could’ve learned about her the one time he met the Traces, when they visited her for her 30th birthday at Lemoore. Like Jake, like everyone, she’s a bit different around the people who’ve known her for her whole life. 

So yeah, they’re close. But Hangman still sets her teeth on edge sometimes, especially after days like today, when he had to go and tell the whole class about Bradley’s dad. Like that’s any of their business. He seems to live to push other people's buttons, like he’s constantly chasing the high of flying while on the ground. 

“What, you don’t need tools?” His voice draws her attention back to him and she resists the urge to glare. 

“Nah, nimble fingers.” She doesn’t mention the small flathead screwdriver she found in one of the drawers, which, without it, would make the whole task impossible. On a base where everyone’s a least partly a mechanic, you can’t walk three feet without hitting a tool. 

“I’m sure.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and Phoenix rolls her eyes. There’s no heat in it, though. 

“Really, though, Trace,” he continues, “what are you doing awake?”

She shrugs, remaining focused on the task in front of her. When she holds out a hand, palm facing up, he understands implicitly what she’s asking and places the wire he was playing with into her outstretched hand. 

“Couldn’t sleep, weird dream. What are you doing up, missing important beauty sleep?”

Hangman’s silent for a bit too long and she can feel his eyes on her. 

“Also couldn't sleep,” he answers eventually, but she can tell he’s holding something back. Maybe that’s what he heard in her voice, too. 

“Anything, in particular, keeping you up?” he asks, and she really wishes he’d just leave her alone. 

“You mean besides the near-impossible mission that we’re all here training for and the fact that it’s basically a suicide mission?” The radio is almost done, so she decides to twist the knife, just for something to do. “I mean, for anyone lucky enough to be paired with you, it’s a certain suicide mission.”

“Ah, Phe, cmon. You know I'd never leave you behind. You’re the only one of those fuckers who can actually keep up with me.”

“Right, which is why you left me for dead against Maverick.” The radio’s done now, and she fiddles with the knobs experimentally. It lands on a classic country station and she lets the quiet sounds of Johnny Cash wash over the room. It sounds much better than before, all the static pretty much gone. 

“You still mad about that? Or is this cold shoulder treatment because I riled up your little boyfriend?”

She doesn’t even bother to correct him about Rooster, knowing it’s more a harmless joke than anything. Instead, she takes him in, truly. 

He looks tired, more tired than she would’ve expected based on his energy. The dark circles under his eyes are noticeable, and his skin looks a little ragged. There’s stubble along his jaw that she knows he'll shave tomorrow before class and he’s wearing pajamas, a white t-shirt, and some striped pants. She’s beginning to wonder, for the first time since he came in, why he’s really awake. 

“What you did was supremely shitty and you know it. Bringing up someone’s father when you don’t know the whole story is an asshole move, even by Bagman standards.”

His jaw clenched and she thinks she’s got him. She knows why he can’t sleep: guilt. 

“You know what I think?” He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “I think you’re just upset Chicken Little didn’t tell you himself. That you had to find out with the rest of us.”

She sucks a breath in through her nose and tries to not react too strongly to that. Truthfully, Natasha is hurt that Rooster didn’t tell her about his dad earlier. That she didn’t know about Maverick and all this shit until a day into training. But she knows that Hangman is only bringing this up to deflect, to get under her skin. 

“He didn’t tell me because he didn’t want me to know. He didn’t want any of us to know. I know that empathy’s a foreign concept in your world, but maybe spend a couple minutes thinking about how your actions affect other people.”

She’s ready to leave it at that, getting up and walking toward the door. But Hangman reaches out as she passes him, his hand closing around her forearm. It’s gentle enough that she could pull out of it if she really wanted to, but something about the look in his eyes gives her pause. She turns her body towards him, allowing him to keep his hand wrapped loosely right above her wrist. 

“I didn’t know that he and Maverick actually hate each other.” It’s not an admission of wrong, but it’s the closest she knows she’ll get out of Hangman. She can tell that he feels bad, even if he’ll never say so out loud. It’s a bit too late for her to act as his emotional interpreter, though. Or maybe it’s too early. 

“Jake,” she starts and she doesn’t miss the way his face softens at that, “this whole mission is about flying out of our minds, but it’s also about being a team. As hard as it is to believe, I know you’re not being a dick on purpose. Maybe work on trying not to be one on accident.”

She leaves at that, pulling away from him gently. As she walks back to her room, she realizes she never told him about her dream. 

Their 0800 meeting ends up being Maverick telling them to take the morning off and meet him at the beach for “special training” at 1300. She’s more than a little pissed that she could be in bed instead, and catches Hangman’s eyes across the aisle and sees he’s equally annoyed. 

When they’re dismissed, most of the group heads back to their rooms for some nap time, and a few others decide to get some gym time in. Phoenix is, despite everything, too awake to head back to sleep so she turns to Bob to see if he wants to hit the gym or something. 

“I was actually thinking of heading into town for breakfast, if you want.”

She’s never been a huge breakfast fan but she can spot Hangman walking towards them out of the corner of her eye, so she agrees easily and starts ushering them out. 

They end up at a breakfast burrito place that Bob found his first time at TOPGUN. When she bites into hers, she thanks her lucky stars for Southern California. 

“So, Bob,” she says around a bit of chorizo, “how did you get your callsign?” She’s been wondering since he told them, and she knows it’s not some shit like Baby on Board that Hangman was trying. 

“Oh, uh,” and her WSO flushes a deep red. Phoenix is immediately intrigued, widening her eyes in interest. “In flight school, I would take showers super early in the morning, so I was always alone. I would, uh, blast music and sing along, since there was no one around. 

“One morning, I thought I was alone but a few guys came in that I didn’t notice. And they heard me rap the entire of Bombs Over Baghdad by Outkast.”

“No fucking way.” Phoenix's jaw is practically on the ground, burrito abounded in front of her. 

“Yeah, and ya know, it fits with the whole bombs part and me being a WSO. And, well, my name being Robert. So it stuck. I don’t like telling people, though, because they always ask me to do it.”

Phoenix clamps her mouth shut; she was DEFINITELY going to ask him. As if he can read the expression on her face, Bob speaks again. 

“If you get us home in one piece, I’ll do it.”

“Oh, Bob, that’s a guarantee.” She’s positively gleeful now. 

“What about you?” He asks and then takes a sip of his Sprite. 

“Can I rap a seminal 90s anthem? No.” Well, she has a few bars of Gin and Juice under her belt, but she’s not admitting that now. 

“No, how’d you get your callsign?”

“Ah,” she tilts her head like she’s about to let him in on a big secret. “One night, we were all out getting drunk off our asses at some tiki bar.” Bob's eyes widen like he can tell where this is going. 

“Anyway, I was completely out of it, many, many, tequila shots in, and I may have…knocked over one of the lamps. Why they would use real fire at this bar, I don’t know, but it toppled over onto our table and lit the tablecloth on fire. Everyone was fine, and a staffer extinguished it pretty quickly. But the next morning, I was the first one to class, not a sign of a hangover. So, she who rises from the ashes was born.”

“That’s…impressive.” He looks like he means it, too, a real expression of awe on his face. 

Phoenix shrugs. She’s proud of it but likes to keep an air of humility around her about it. She’s also leaving out the key detail that it all almost went to shit. When the torch first hit the table and the fire caught, she’d been frozen in fear, watching the flames engulf the table. It was as if it was happening to someone else, a scene she was watching from outside her body. She didn’t back away, even as the heat of the flames began to lick up her face, down her arms. 

Then, suddenly, she was a few feet away, the cold night air washing over her body. When she looked up, it was Hangman, still just Jake then, who’d pulled her away, his arm still wrapped around her middle. He wasn’t looking at her, though, instead talking to the employee who’d come out with the fire extinguisher. When he walked into class the next morning, neither of them brought it up, just acknowledging each other with a look of mutual respect. That’s really when their relationship started to shift.

She and Bob finish their breakfast quickly after that, chatting idly about their families and the mission. After, she makes her way back to base and collapses for a few hours, the burrito making her sleepy enough for a nap. When she wakes up, Halo is back, spraying sunscreen on her arms and dressed in workout clothes. 

Base is a few miles from the beach, so they all have to split rides between the couple of them who have cars. Rooster takes his Bronco, but Payback claims the passenger seat, citing his height. So Phoenix crams into the back with Fanboy, Bob, and Halo. The rest of them are split between Jake’s pickup and Yale’s sedan. 

Dogfight football turns out to be the most fun Phoenix has had in months. It feels good to use her body for something silly, to use her strength to hurl a football down the beach or tackle Coyote to the ground rather than to just withstand G-force. The rest of the pilots feel it too, the elation of physical activity that’s just fun and not work, and soon, no one’s keeping score. Or, at least that’s what they say, but she can tell from the calculating look in his eyes that Hangman is still keeping track. She is too, but she’ll never admit it.

After they wind down, Maverick long gone, somewhere with the pretty barkeep from the Hard Deck, people start branching off. A bunch of them cram into Rooster’s Bronco to head off to some bar now that the Hard Deck is closed, so there goes Phoneix’s ride. A few more take Yale’s sedan back to base, and even if there was room, Phoenix isn’t in the mood to head back yet.

As cliche as it is, she loves the sea. It’s part of what keeps her coming back, re-upping her service, the lure of the ocean. Being locked on a carrier for months on end is most people’s least favorite part of the Navy but she doesn’t mind it. She finds it calming, looking out and seeing nothing but the water. So she lays down, closing her eyes and resting her head on the sand and listening to the waves lap the shore.

She feels the body settle next to her rather than hear it. Like all of them, training has made Hangman stealthy, quiet when he wants to be. She doesn’t say anything but she leans her body towards him slightly, an unspoken welcome.

“So who won?” she asks, even though she knows the answer.

“Thought we weren’t supposed to be keeping score. It was about team building.”

She snorts. “You and I both know that friendly competitions are still competitions.”

“Then I think you know the answer,” he says begrudgingly, and Phonenix almost beams at the quiet admission that it was, in fact, her team that won. Pretty handidly, too. 

She and Hangman have been competing for a while, everything from darts to career milestones. He was a year ahead of her in the Academy, but they got to flight training at the same time. Then he made TOPGUN before her, if only by a couple of months. She led her first mission a year before Hangman, but he got his first kill while she’s still waiting on hers.

It’s a quiet, private competition, different from the dick-measuring contest he has with Rooster. But it’s a competition all the same, born from years of forced proximity and often being the two most competent people in the room. When you want to be the best, you need to find the next best to push you. She and Hangman have been switching off as one and two for the better part of a decade.

“How are you getting home?” he asks from beside her and she can feel his breath on the side of her face, evidence of both his proximity and how he’s turned his head towards her. “Chickadee already left.”

“I was gonna take a cab or something. Maybe walk; it’s only a few miles.” She honestly hadn’t thought about it yet.

“That’s stupid; I’ll drive you.” His southern accent is starting to shine through, and the whole thing reminds her of chivalry.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll probably hang out here for a while more and I don’t want to hold you up.”

“I’ll wait.” 

There’s something in his tone that makes her turn towards him, and when she does, he’s looking away, shifting in the sand like he just admitted something he wishes he hadn’t. She narrows his eyes. Maybe he did.

“How long have you been waiting?” she asks carefully, and the tips of his ears turn pink. It’s silly enough that she wants to giggle.

“I was ready to go home the minute they all piled into that stupid Bronco to go get drinks. But I figured if he was your ride back, you might be stranded.”

“Trying to outrun your callsign, Hangman?” she teases, too thrown to do anything else.

“Hey, we’re on solid ground right now. Let’s check back in when we’re in the air.” She decides to leave it that, and shifts to sit up to watch the sun start to lower over the Pacific, hugging her arms around her legs. Hangman follows suit, leaning his shoulder against hers as he leans back.

As the silence stretches between the two of them, Phoenix thinks about her friendship with the two men. Her’s with Rooster is more obvious, more public. He’s kind to her outright, empathetic to her problems. But she doesn't hear from him for months at a time, he ditches her on the beach, he only told her about Maverick, the most important man in his life that’s still alive, because he was forced to.

And Jake annoys her on a good day and makes her feel murderous on a bad one. But he’s sitting here, watching the sunset, because he wants to make sure she gets home okay. He texted her on her birthday and on the anniversary of her father’s death. Is this what friendship is? Can they both be friendship, even if they look wildly different, and none of them look like her relationship with Halo or Payback or even Bob?

It’s all confusing, more so than it's ever been. The last time the three of them were in the same place for an extended period of time was at the tail-end of Bradley’s stint at Lemoore, when Jake was just starting. Natasha had stuck closely to Rooster during those couple of months, the animosity he felt towards Hangman sometimes a physical presence. She figured that if she had to pick a side, Rooster’s would always be the one she chose. He, as a baseline, was at least nice to her. Now, though, it’s all mixed up. And it's really not the time to be thinking about it.

“C’mon,” she says as she stands up and brushes the sand off the backs of her legs. The sun is halfway down, the sky a brilliant mix of pink and orange. “Let’s head back. If you stop at In-N-Out, your burger’s on me.”

“Don’t you want to wait for the sun to fully set?” Hangman asks, but he’s standing too, searching his pockets for his keys.

“Nah,” she turns towards where he parked. “Always leave on a high note, right?”

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[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Could we get some more of werewolf Jason pls? Maybe a one shot of his s/o having a ride on the back of the Beast of Crystal Lake for the first time! >:D

I missed read it as like s e x, but no, for a ride on Jason's back throughout the woods of Crystal Lake. 🤣🤣 I'm sorry

Jason wouldn't be interested in the spicy Tango just yet with his S/O.

His S/O would be like Princess Mononoke (I never seen it 😭)

♡♡On my back♡♡

It had been 3 months since living in the woods of Crystal Lake. The area you were living in was far from the old campsite and living under the same roof in his home. Jason found you really beautiful when he lied his eye on you, so different from your friends he wanted to be yours. Living in his cabin, he made for those 3 months has been calm in between him Slaughtering Trespassing teens.

You were sitting outside getting some sun and fresh air. Jason came out into the clearing of where the cabin was located. You gave him a little wave as he walked onto the porch under the masks he wears he smiled with glee. He was surprised when you came back to the campground just to see him again, you done it for a few months after you first met him when he nearly scared you to death when you were walking back to your cabin. He always wondered if you'll stay with him, at Crystal Lake, He was actually shocked when one day you brought your things from your previous place to the lake to get away from the city to live in the woods with The Beast of Crystal Lake.

He came over to you, and you gave his mask a small kiss. "Doing your usual routine, Jay?" You asked him, which he replied with a nod. He never could speak a word, he may have become mute or doesn't want to just to keep people from hearing him. Jason sat next to you on the couch he made himself, taking a little break from scouting the grounds for any unwanted visitors. He placed his hand on yours, giving it a small squeeze. He signed to you a question he wondered when he sat down. "Would you like to see the rest of the forest in a bit?" He asked. You picked up on his sign language for the past 3 months and understand what he means. "Yes." You replied in signing.

Jason smiled under his masked once again to your response. He got up from the couch with you following not too far behind, "Now where do we go from here?" You asked as you turned around to face him only to see his wolf face staring back at you. You jumped a bit from the surprise from him. He motioned to his back with his clawed hand, he wants to take you on a ride through the woods.

"Ok, just be careful when you start running. I don't want to ve wacked by a tree branch." You said as you climbed up onto Jason's back, holding tight on his jacket. He started to move into the woods.

Jason went a jogging speed as he went through the woods. You held on tight as he went, making sure to duck when you see branches in view. It felt unreal. You were on the back of The Beast of Crystal Lake as he went through the forest around the lake, He would leap over dead trees, grabbed on to trees to climb up before jumping to the next tree and finally stopping at a cleaner to look out on the lake. You climbed off Jason's back as he lies down out of exhaustion. He panted as you watched at the light dancing on the lake, looking over to Jay as his panting slowed down. "You alright Hun?" You asked him as he started to change back. He signed that he was OK and he's tried from all that. Sitting down to soak up the veiw and for Jason to recharge.

Leaning onto his side as a flock of birds flew by from the veiw. It was so calming and nice, specially no trespassers at the lake.

Jason wrapped his arm around you to bring you in closer to his large frame. Sighing, he looked to you to sign to head back home. You signed a little longer, Jay? He replied Ok.

Jason got up and signed If you want to be carried back to the cabin, you replied to him with a yes. He picked you up and placed on his shoulders as he started to make way back home.

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Sorry if the ending was lackluster. This has been in my drafts, I think, for months now, and I now want to finish it so I don't have to see it in my drafts anymore.

Hope you like it

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[albinotapeworms]

Card revoked

Chapter 11 of for our world!

Disclaimer: Soft Smut in coming:)

"Then let's have some fun!"

He couldn't help but giggle a little at your teasing and playful tone. "Oh? And by, 'Have some fun' you mean... what?" he asked, giving you a sly and mischievous grin, clearly teasing you just a tiny bit... he had no idea what you had in store for him, yet whatever it was really intrigued him.

I pull him up and lay down on the bed.

He was flushed just at the thought of what this "fun" was, but he couldn't help but let out a laugh at your mischievous tone. "I... I have a gut feeling I'll really have fun..." he said with a small wink as he got up to be right by you.

"Of course you will" I smile at him putting his fingers in between the straps of my pants.

He takes one hand and places it around my waist, and pulling my pants down while looking into my eyes with genuine love and affection. He just thought you were so cute.

so beautiful...... his whole entire mind and body was filled with so much love and just plain affection, that when he did this, at first it almost felt unreal.

I guide his hand down to my womenhood and slowly insert his finger, stiffening a moan.

"W-Wait... is it okay if we..?" he asked, looking up at you, blushing even harder as you did this, his eyes even started to tear up a little... he looked like he was genuinely in love...

You couldn't help but see this, and just... just the fact that you were the only one he showed that love to made your whole entire heart melt for him... just like... how could you not feel the exact same way for someone like him...? He was so... so loving and just, the complete best.

"Yes izuku..I want you to"

That made his eyes go just a little bit wider... and he got up on his toes a little, his heart beating so fast it like it was ready to leap out of his chest right at this moment.

"Okay... if that's what you really want... then this is fine by me," he said, smiling softly at you, his heart just so full of love, like no one else could ever mean more than you and only you.

I feel him push his fingers inside me slowly feeling around I let out a moan.

He had never done this to anyone before, but he just felt so warm... this was like nothing else he ever experienced before, and it just... It was just great. He just didn't have the words to describe how he felt at the moment, but he was just so happy. He loved you... nothing else mattered but you...

You were his whole entire world... he'd give anything... anything for you and only you, no matter what that was...

You were his one and true love.

I let out soft moans before I speak.

"you can pick up the pace izu" I say to him

He was smiling... and just the fact that you referred to him by his nickname... it just made his heart beat even faster and his heart fill with love once more...

He just smiled a little more and sped up doing so... feeling you let out soft moan made his heart beat even faster... your presence alone made him feel so warm and his whole entire heart was so full of just pure, genuine love and nothing else.

As he speeds up I feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm, but it felt like I was missing something.

izu.. can you use your mouth please?” I whine a little.

"Oh my gosh... I... y-yea, of course..." he said, smiling.

It was just the way you spoke, even for a couple seconds... it just made his heart go crazy... and it felt so... so amazing. He was just so happy even thinking about the fact that you wanted this...

Once he said yes I guided his head down to my women hood until I felt warmth touch my clit.

I could feel him swirling his tongue around it seeing what made me go the craziest..

as he uses his tongue he also uses his fingers thrusting them in and out.

His breath just hitched with your reaction to him, and he really really enjoyed that feeling. It made him feel so much warmer on the inside and so much more loving...

he just really wanted to give you this feeling... and the fact you really seemed to be enjoying this made all the warmer and more loving feelings he had for you grow just so much more.

"Zu... I think I'm ready for you to take it... "

His face just went completely scarlet red, but he just gave a soft laugh in return, and looked up at you... "I... I think I am too..."

As he says that I guide his length down to my women hood and carefully insert

His breath hitches quite hard, but he looks down with a calm yet excited look... he was so... so excited for this moment, it was just so... so great... his whole entire being filled with such pure, genuine love.

"I need your help izu.. can you help me get it inside?"

He was blushing so hard, and just nodded. "O-Of course..." He said, looking up at you with the purest smile and such bright and loving eyes that the room they were in just lit up with such warmth...

"Anything for you..." He said, being so honest with this.

He pushes inside a little using a bit of force but still being a careful.

I watch him do this and gasp for air once it was fully inside.

My gasp for air made him blush even more, if that was even possible at all. He just was so happy, and this just filled him with an overwhelming joy and just plain love... nothing else mattered but me and me alone.

He just looked up at me, with that little smile that just had "This is what it meant to be in love." Written all over it.

"I think I'm ready for you to move now" I cover my face

He just smiled and nodded... you just filled him with so much pleasure, so much joy, so much love, just with your mere presence. Nothing else mattered more than you to him.

"Of course..." He replied with that soft smile, and proceeded to do what you wanted.

The green haired hero started thrusting, trying to get the rhythm right.

This whole entire moment was just so fulfilling. He could feel his heart beat so fast.

he was so happy.

The feeling of just you in his life was all he needed to make him the luckiest guy on the whole entire planet.

The feeling of just knowing you was his whole purpose. it just filled him with so much love.

The room was filled with small slaps of skin, heavy breathing and moans.

He was just trying to catch his breath now, his heart was just racing so fast it was like he had never felt this way before in his life.

He just... he just wanted to tell you how he felt, even in this moment, even when his whole entire body was just in this moment of pure pleasure.

This feeling of just you was so great it made everything else pale in comparison so much..

Authors note: y'all are going to hate me for the next chapter 😭

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