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heartofspells · 2 years

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Even if Sirius was probably a bit cruel to Peter and lacked patience at times, he still spent time with him during school and trusted Peter enough to put James, Lily, and Harry’s life in Peter’s hands. James was his best friend, Sirius went to James’s house when he left home, Sirius was godfather to James’s son, James was one of Sirius’s favorite people and vice versa; and Sirius trusted Peter so much that he put the lives of three people Sirius loved enough to die for in Peter’s hands. Sirius knew the Death Eaters would be gunning for him to get to the Potters, Sirius knew he’d become a major target the second that prophecy was made and James and Lily had to go into hiding, and he trusted Peter enough to go “I am willing to be bait, to let myself be tortured and likely brutally murdered, so you can keep them alive. If I go missing or get captured, you’ll know Voldemort is zeroing in, I can buy all of you time with my life.” Sirius was willing to die in order to ensure his friends would live, and he trusted Peter to keep the Potters safe; we know Sirius distrusted Remus by this point, but he trusted Peter to keep James alive, and he trusted Peter enough that Sirius was willing to die so that Peter could keep James alive after his death. Even if it’s mostly because Sirius thought it was a great bluff, Sirius still was willing to die and leave the Potters’ lives in Peter’s hands so there was a great deal of trust in Peter

Every time I think about this, it honestly just wrecks me. Sirius was such a loyal friend. He loved his found family so much, and that was clear in every single one of his actions and words. Even once they were mostly gone, he still loved them so fiercely and did everything possible to uphold his promises, no matter how much he was constantly thwarted at every turn.

Sirius' entire story from start to finish is just heartbreaking, and a large piece of that rests solely on Peter. Of course he trusted Peter. He was one of Sirius' best friends, regardless of how he might have viewed his mind or work ethic at times, or whatever judgements Sirius might have found in the other. As far as we know, Peter was there from the beginning. He slept in the bed next to the others. He traversed the castle with them, aided them in making the map (you can't tell me they didn't make use of Wormtail for that). HE BECAME AN ANIMAGUS WITH THEM. If they didn't like or trust him, why would they have ever included him in something so great and illegal?

Sirius and James and Remus trusted Peter enough to not only tell him of their plans, but had enough faith in his ability to master the transformation at all. That's a nightmarish process from what we've learned, especially for teenagers with no help. Remus trusted Peter to keep his secret, and as far as we know, he did. He never betrayed that, which also leads me to believe that he valued Remus more than the other two in some ways.

And as you said, there's no way such a massive thing like protecting the lives of three people would have been put in his hands if he wasn't inherently important to them. James wouldn't have entrusted the lives of his wife and son to him, and Sirius certainly wouldn't have handed them over so easily, come up with the idea himself, if he'd had even the slightest hint of uncertainty. James, Lily, and Harry were everything to him. They were his life. He loved them with everything he had, and he purposefully gave them to Peter to protect them as much as he possibly could because he was willing to sacrifice himself to keep them breathing.

Peter's betrayal, whatever the reasoning behind it, must have permanently knocked the air from Sirius' lungs. I can't even imagine the thoughts in his head, the shattering blame he must have felt when he understood what had happened. Everything that had ever meant something to him had been ripped away. He lost his real family for whatever reasons you want to believe. He lost his brother. He lost Remus to distrust. And then he lost the only things he had left, James and Lily dead, Hagrid refusing to give him Harry.

At the end of it all, he only had Peter. And as he stood there in front of that destroyed cottage while Hagrid flew away with Harry on his own bike, as it all settled over him, that realization of everything that had turned so wrong as none of them noticed, the knowledge that he'd made that fatal mistake himself, Sirius lost that one last tie holding everything together.

He trusted Peter to keep them safe. James had trusted them both, and now he was dead. The devastation and rage of that weight must have been unbearable for Sirius.

#another topic i could write sweeping towering essays about #sirius black #peter pettigrew #the potters #marauders #first war #secret keeper #betrayal #faulty trust #sirius my poor baby #there are numerous heartbreaking things about hp but i think this will always be the worst for me #anon asks #ask #answer #lovely anons

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katzell · 23 days

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Faulty Towers Reboot

I pitch a reboot of Faulty Towers with Romesh Ranganathan, Lucy Beaumont, Sam Campbell, Julian Clary, and Jo Brand.

Romesh Pillai (Romesh Ranganathan) is a burned out marketing professional who has bought an inn by the seaside because of his mistaken belief that leaving London will solve all his family’s problems. He clearly blew up his life in London by going full Al Pacino (“This whole office is out of order!”) at a big client meeting and is now very insistent that everything is absolutely fine now. Will the crazy the guests, his family, and the hotel staff push him over the edge again?

Joining him is his wife Lucy (Lucy Beaumont) and her brother Sam (Sam Campbell). Lucy means well but her lack in of attention to detail and odd perspective often make mundane situations disasters. Not that she notices. Often seen telling long circular stories which don’t actually answer the guests’ questions. She is also sure the hotel is haunted and has invested heavily in equipment so that she can talk to ghosts like that program on the telly she can’t recall the name of.

Meanwhile Romesh can never decide whether Sam is making trouble on purpose or if he actually is that clueless. Sam helps out a bellhop, waiter, and occasional groundskeeper. But he is no longer allowed on the driving mower after the “English crop circles incident.” He’s also Australian and every once in a while he and Lucy begin to tell the story of how they dramatically found each other on the program Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, but both always get distracted before finishing the story.

Julian (Julian Clary) is the concierge. Romesh and Lucy hired him believing he had elite hotel experience. However, shortly after they realize he never said that and they made some assumptions because of his demeanor and aura of competence. Now they are both too intimidated to fire him even though he’s running multiple side hustles through the hotel such as the secret casino. In one episode he and Lucy launch a “Goop” style wellness brand based on some of her grandmother’s home remedies.

Finally, Jo (Jo Brand) is the chef. Do not go into the kitchen or she will put you to work. Jo often solves all the hotel’s problems, but not before extracting significant bribes. She could fire Julian, but she won’t because he’s gotten her into the high rollers club at his Casino.

Other recurring characters

Jon Branch (Jon Richardson) a frequent diner at the restaurant who is madly in love with Lucy. Lucy has not noticed.

Marge Stinson (Rosin Conaty) and Holden Stinson (Joe Wilkinson) who no one can tell if they are married or siblings. Frequently stay at the hotel when “on their way.”

#faulty towers reboot #romesh ranganathan #lucy beaumont #sam campbell #julian clary #jo brand

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causticbicaudate · 1 year

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Well so much for that

Me, to my rebuilt tower: Hey welcome back home little guy! Look at all of your sparkly new rgb and extremely loud radiator that sounds like a hairdryer wow you are so cool! Windtunnel, my tower: Wanna see me do a magic trick? :))) Windtunnel: -BSOD- -- I have barely had you home for 48 hours and you do this to me, you little shit

#Cau complains #My tower is being a little shit and its new parts are apparently partially faulty #I am so pissed but that's what always happens to me when I do new builds #Back to the computer store with ye beast

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enviousjam · 1 year

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might fuck around and make a Waldorf salad

#env.typ #fruitposting #the only reason waldorf salad is emblazoned in my mind is because of the faulty towers episode

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hanasnx · 14 days

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do you think toji would do the derek luh braid move?

TOJI FUSHIGURO doesn’t let you get away with a thing. He tells you it’s because he’s so generous, you better be grateful he ain’t spoiling you, that you’re in good hands until you meet whoever you end up with. Even while you’re huffing and puffing, he’s boredly picking at his meal. He can’t take you seriously in a little outfit like that, wearing your hair in double braids like that, sweet pink ribbons tied around their ends.

“You’re not the boss of me, Toji!” you cry, desperate for his attention whether it’s good or bad. Your foot stamps, fists thrown behind you as you squeeze your eyes shut. His chopsticks clatter on his dish, and you falter, gasping from the unexpected sound of his chair skidding when he stands. His expression is remarkably cool, mild-mannered in the way he approaches you with his hands in his pockets, an easy thin smile on his scarred lips. You take a faulty step back, wary of his potentially feigned friendliness.

Petrified in your shoes, he towers over you. Before you know it, he snatches your upper arm without a word, whirling you around so your braids whip your neck. As he’s done a thousand times before, he does whatever he wants with your body, directing it in whatever contortion sits in his mind’s eye. Brutish big fists find your braids, roping them around his palms, stinging your scalp until you whimper from the sensation. The heel of his hand shoves your shoulder, and you pliantly bend right over, settling your ass against his crotch. He yanks you back, pulling your hair, and arching your spine. Like reigns, he’s got you where he wants you, so he rubs salt in the wound.

“If I’m not the boss, why’ you listenin’ to me?”

Abusing your poor scalp, he leads you by the hair like a leash, his fist at the base of your skull. You reach back, but he swats you away, forcing you down onto a surface by your head. You flinch, your cheek and pretty tits kissing the cold surface as he deeply inhales, generously checking out your curvature in this position, tilting his head to follow the line of your pretty body. Soon after, he’s got clothes moved out of the way to get at you. You bob as his hips hit your ass, rippling it when he bottoms out. “Ow! Toji, you’re hurting me.” you claim in a whimper, but a husky snicker sounds from behind you, reigning you in by the ropes around his palms, fucking your hole.

“Then why’re you so fuckin’ wet, huh? Backin’ up on me like that... Wanna tell me what you were so bitchy about earlier? Or were you just acting out so you could get some dick?”

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haunting-venus · 2 months

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line 'em up and measure ↳ lo'ak sully x male!human!reader

content warnings | smut ( mdni ), characters are aged up, brief description of wounds, slight intoxication, mutual masturbation, literal dick measuring contest, xenophilia ( alien biology ), dirty talk, praise

word count: 3995

notes | this was originally supposed to be for the last day of @eywaite and @tallulah477 romancing pandora event, but life got in the way. still, i couldn't get this out of my head so please enjoy this now !

na'vi dictionary | narlor — beautiful ( visually )

It was stupid—absolutely fucking insane, really—the situation you’ve planted yourself in. You knew you were a trespasser, not looked upon with any grace by Eywa on this exomoon but fuck, this must be some kind of sick joke.

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.” Lo’ak’s cheeks are flushed with alcohol, grin toothy and shit-eating as his knee bumps yours.

You’d come across the Omatikaya purely by chance—a lone xenobotanist presumed dead after the tragic and fiery crash of your research team’s buggy in the depths of Pandora’s forests. You’d been warned about the local indigenous population, of course, and had been explicitly told your group was not important enough to risk more lives should you fuck up this exploration.

No one was looking for you, and you were alone on an alien planet with nothing but a scalpel and a faulty research tablet.

You’d wandered for hours, bleeding and disoriented, ears ringing with the impact of your buggy into the tree and heart pounding in fear at the inescapable situation you were now in. You were certain that you were smaller than anything in this forest, and that your sluggishly bleeding wounds and pounding headache would soon make you easy prey for whatever roamed in these woods.

You’d thought the time had finally come as you gasped against a tree for air, vision blurring with pain as your legs shook with the exertion to keep you upright. The air was rife with beastly screeching, the sound so high-pitched you thought briefly that this might be what death sounds like. The deafening flapping of giant wings had you scrambling to the forest floor, using the last of your strength to move pitifully away from the gnashing jaws of the creature who landed in front of you.

You were able to catch a glimpse of worried golden eyes and a lean blue frame that towered over you before the world slipped into inky blackness.

You’d learned afterwards that the Omatikaya did routine patrols in the areas known to the RDA, scheduled bouts of precautionary scouting should the Earth’s military ever stray too far from their boundaries. Well, you’d strayed a lot, apparently.

The man who’d saved you had carried you in a princess hold before the chief, his strong arm holding up your back and looped under your bent knees. It should’ve been embarrassing, you thought, a grown man having to be carried like a ragdoll by a stranger who was bargaining for your life to be saved. Then again, you didn’t exactly have time to worry about how tough you looked when you were on the verge of slipping unconscious again.

It had taken over a week in the medical care of the nearby human outpost before you were on your feet again, body weak from dehydration and healing minor fractures. The man who saved you, Lo’ak, came to check on you regularly, asking questions about your life and your intentions—how you’d wandered into the Omaticaya borders, why you were traveling in the forest, if you had any trackers on you, if anyone was following you.

After several days of him poking and prodding at you with questions, he returned with a much more intimidating man at his back—The chief, Jake Sully, adorned in ornate feathered regalia and a stern expression.

You knew you were best off telling the truth—you were a researcher with many injuries, nowhere else to go, and of no harm to any of the People. You’d even offered to leave once you healed, return to the RDA encampment with tight lips and fake amnesia, though Jake Sully had quickly brushed that off. It was in the People’s best interest that the RDA never knew you came in contact with them, and the only way you could do that was by never returning.

You were met with a mix of fear and anger from the local population. You were an intruder, an unwanted reminder of just how closely war knocked at their doorstep. It would’ve been easy to feel isolated, a bird without a nest.

Except you were surrounded with the most incredible flora and fauna you had ever laid your eyes on, the lands near the village so much more rife with life than the secluded bases of the RDA. The scientists at the outpost just outside the village welcomed you eagerly, sharing their notes and knowledge and living space with open arms. Then, of course, there was Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was a friend, one of the few that you’d acquired in the months since the crash. Turns out, one of his best friends was a human boy who’d grown up in the labs outside the Na’vi encampments, Spider, so he was neither scared nor angry with you. He was mostly curious, poking and prodding you with questions about Earth and showing you hidden wonders of the Forest when he got a rare day off.

He was also damn beautiful—tall and indigo-skinned, with lean muscles and swirling tattoos over the length of his strong arms and the curve of his ribs. You would be able to get over your little infatuation with some ease, you’d met plenty of good-looking people in your life, except he wasn’t just beautiful. He was fucking kind too, and it drove you nuts.

So yes, Lo’ak was beautiful, funny and kind. He made you feel safe and wanted in a world that wanted to kill you at every turn, and he did it with the most endearingly toothy smile you’d ever seen.

He was also the chief’s son, which made him explicitly off-limits even if you did have any chance in any multiverse of getting to be with him. Which was exactly why you shouldn’t be in this situation right now, lazing together on a couch that is far too small for the two of you, passing a leather flask of pxir that was quickly emptying.

You must have been more drunk than you thought, letting the rogue idea slip between your teeth. It was supposed to be a joke, really—a dumb quip about how much you missed getting dicked down back on Earth. Your options were extremely limited, even more than they had been in the RDA outpost. At least over there there had been some sexually repressed military guys to get it on with. Here, everyone was either decades your senior, or definitely not your type.

“You just need to get some Na’vi cock. It’ll make you forget all about whatever puny action you were getting on Earth, bro.” Lo’ak laughed

You were two young men, tipsy and comfortable with one another, it was completely natural to talk about sex. You knew that the Na’vi were extremely comfortable with sex, seeing it as a connection between life forms, something natural and beautiful. Plus, humans were inherently curious, not to mention repressed and hormonal. You figured that sexual experimentation between the two species was something nearly inevitable.

Still, it made you hot beneath the collar, having Lo’ak’s eyes so keen on you with hazy comfort as he suggests you get down and dirty with a Na’vi. With someone like him.

“Hey, watch how you talk about human cock. I’ve still got one, dude.” You scoff, taking another deep swig of the bitter alcohol. It’s always been so easy this way, hiding your discomfort behind sarcasm and dumb jokes. “Besides, it can’t be all that different.”

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.”

It should be insulting. It is insulting, you tell yourself. That’s why your cheeks flush so devastatingly red, definitely. “Oh, fuck you, pretty boy. If that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead.”

“Well, there’s one way to find out.” Lo’ak’s eyes glisten with amusement, obviously reveling in the dumbstruck look on your face.

That was another thing you’d come to love about Lo’ak. He was always competitive, even over the stupidest things, even with stuff that will get him smacked or killed. He jumps at any opportunity to prove to himself and others that he was capable and brave. It usually made your heart flutter with admiration, now it just puts you on edge.

“You’re not seriously suggesting to whip it out, are you?” You chuckle

“What, you’re scared I might be right?” He goads.You’re about to deny him, about to insist you’ve had too much to drink when you’re barely even feeling a buzz so you can

Except that Lo’ak is already pulling his hips up from the couch, moving to sit up on the arm of the seat so he can untie his loincloth. His muscled torso stretches while he extends his body, black swirling lines of tattoos he acquired with the reef tribes etched down his ribs and tapering just at the edge of the v-line leading into his bottoms.

It’s completely stupid and irrational. It’s definitely something that could get you smacked or even exiled if people found out. Hell, Lo’ak could never talk to you again if he knew what dirty things were running through your mind. It’s also the start of every stupid, dirty fantasy you’ve been unable to repress for months.

If you were a stronger man, you’d get up and leave. Except, you’re not.

“Alright, pretty boy. Put your money where your mouth is.”

Lo’ak’s grin is a little smaller than before, still confident but edged with something that seems bashful, his tail swinging leisurely behind him. It only takes a few tugs of his practiced fingers for the leather of his loincloth to loosen, then fall to the tiled ground of your room.

You feel ashamed for looking, even though that was the whole point of this stupid competition, if it could even be called that. You try to keep your face neutral as Lo’ak lighty spreads his legs, brows furrowing a bit. The apex of Lo’ak’s legs resembles more of a human female’s anatomy than anything. His skin is smooth, hairless just as the rest of his body, the darker stripes on his skin narrowing to a slit in his crotch

You swallow heavily, tucking one of your legs up to your chest to hopefully obscure the growing bulge in your shorts. You try to keep your voice even, teasing, even as it shakes. “From where I’m standing, looks like there’s nothing to compare, bro.”

“Fuck off, just give me a second.” Lo’ak mutters, cheeks warm as he brings a hand between his own legs. “Only humans are dumb enough to have their shit hanging out all the damn time.”

You’re glad to see a flush on Lo’ak’s cheeks, hear the gruff rasp of his voice. It’s comforting to know you’re not the only one a little affected, and you feel a bit of hope blossom inside your chest.

His fingers move between his legs, parting the slit with soft movements, his fingers shining with slick between his legs as he coaxes the opening open. He keeps his lips tight, chest moving with heavy breaths at each of his own touches.

Your eyes are rapt at his every movement, heart pounding .You briefly wonder if this is how he touches himself when he’s all alone, if he makes the same heavy breaths and twitches of his ears.

It takes only moments for something to begin breaching the folds of Lo’ak’s slit, his breath coming a little heavier. Slowly, a cock emerges from the sheath inside his body, a lighter shade of blue tapering to pinkish at the tip. There’s no balls that follow it, though the base seems a bit swollen as he hangs at half-mast before you.

“Whoa.” You clear your throat quickly, averting your gaze from Lo’ak’s laughing eyes. “Thought you’d be bigger, honestly.”

It’s a big fat lie, and an obvious one too. Even without being fully hard, Lo’ak’s cock almost easily matches the length of your forearm.

“Oh, fuck off. I can smell you, you know. I know just what you think of your first Na’vi cock.” His tone isn’t malicious, just teasing, each word laced with

Your face flushes, fingers twitching anxiously against your thigh that still sits tucked up against you. It’s easy to forget how superior Na’vi senses are when you spend so little time with them, especially outside of the lab. You briefly wonder if Lo’ak has been able to tell every time you’ve felt a flare of arousal in his presence, if he had connected the dots that your brain constantly wandered to your filthiest thoughts in his presence.

He leans forward, pressing one hand on the arm of the couch behind you. He’s close now, his breath near ghosting over your face as his eyes search yours. “Your turn. Not much of a competition if I’m the only one showing off, now is it?”

This is quickly treading into dangerous territory, something that sobers you up quicker than any water of coffee could. Lo’ak’s hand is still cradling his length, just ghosting lightly along the enlarged base as he leans over you with his muscled body. You know you’re hard, can feel the blood rushing from your head to pound between your thighs, can feel your length pressing uncomfortably against the cotton of your shorts. Unlike him, there’s nowhere for you to hide, no way to conceal just how affected you are.

You feel like you’re free-falling, diving head first into all the emotions you’d convinced yourself would be better off tucked away. Part of you wanted to keep it all at arm’s length, to let this be a moment of lust, another memory to be tucked away. The other part wanted to jump in feet first, consequences be damned, fuck the fallout.

You steel your nerves as Lo’ak backs off a little, giving you the space to undo the buttons of your pants. You know you can end this all with a few words, that if it really bothered you Lo’ak would forget this ever happened and never bring it up again, because he was that kind of guy. Except, you’re sure you aren’t imagining the lingering heat in Lo’ak’s gaze, or the excited flick of his tail as his eyes follow the movements of your fingers as you drop your pants.

You don’t need visual confirmation to know you’re already hard and leaking, the tip of your cock red and aching as your fingers ghost along your thighs.

“Looks like I win.” Lo’ak’s voice is breathier than before, his knee brushing against your leg as he lingers closely to you. His hand still sits close to his own cock, which has made no signs of retreating back into his body.

“Okay, you’re obviously gonna be bigger than me. You’re a fucking giant.” Your face flushes, trying to ignore the throb in your cock as Lo’ak’s eyes trail across your body.

“Don’t be so hateful, bro. No one likes a sore loser.”

“Yeah, well, at least I have more stamina than you.” It’s so easy to slip back into teasing sarcasm, like a shield you can put around yourself to keep all the confusing emotions at arm’s length. It helps you feel some control that has been steadily slipping away, grasp onto some sort of reality.

Lo’ak just chuckles lowly. “More stamina? I’m a trained warrior, bro. Stamina is my game.”

You snort, trying desperately to forget the fact that you’re both naked beneath the waist. “You’re the most reckless fucker I’ve ever met. I bet you blow your load in two seconds.”

“Oh, come on, you’re the pent up little scientist. You really think you can last longer than me?” Lo’ak’s voice deepens, one of his hands trailing up across the outside of your thigh as he shadows over you.

“Try me.”

Lo’ak’s mouth is on yours before you have a chance to regret the challenge. He’s so much bigger than you, and the way his entire mouth encompasses yours is strange but not unpleasant. One of his hands eagerly comes up under your shirt and along your ribs, the other holding up his weight on the couch behind you. You run your fingers up along the planes of his body, tracing the ridges of his ribs and the curve of his shoulders, to embed them in your memory.

He gasps as he pulls away from you, his hips dipping to nudge his hardening cock against your hip as he leaves a line of wet kisses from the corner of your mouth to underneath your jaw. You vaguely register his tail thumping excitedly into the plush of the couch, the way his ears twitch forward to catch every hitch of your breathing.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” Lo’ak’s voice mumbles across your skin, canines grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he pushes himself closer to you.

“Touch yourself.” You gasp, tightening your grip on Lo’ak’s bicep as he pushes his hips down into you.

Lo’ak pauses. “What?”

“Come on, you wanted to talk a big game. Let’s see how long you really last.” Your grin is devilish, edged with excitement and desire as you trail your fingers teasingly across the muscle of his arms. You delight in the little shiver that passes through him.

“Wouldn’t you rather be the one to touch me?” His voice is raspy, breathless as he nibbles along the curve of your neck.

“Oh, where’s the fun in that, pretty boy?” You bite your lip in a grin, resting your forehead along his own. “We want this to be a fair trial, and having my skilled hands on you could definitely skew the results.”

Lo’ak laughs, removing his hand reluctantly from your ribs to palm along his own cock. “Fine, no touching. For your results.”

You can feel yourself steadily losing control as you lean back and watch Lo’ak—the way he teasingly trails his fingers down his own chest and across his cock, the little gasp he lets out when he tightens his fingers around the base, the desperate hitching of his hips as he keeps his eyes firmly on you as he works himself over.

Lo’ak’s eyes flick expectantly towards your own hard cock, moaning loud as he finally sees you grip yourself in your palm. You’re so sensitive and it’s been so long, each touch feels magnified with Lo’ak above you, watching your every move with panting breaths. Lo’ak slows his movements on himself a bit, moving to grip himself at the swollen base of his cock. His reaction is immediate, a deep groan vibrating through his chest as his eyes roll a bit.

You tighten your grip on the base, heat shooting through you as you drink in the sounds of Lo’ak’s moans. Fuck, of course he’s loud. Your lips brush against his own as you speak. “Jesus, the sounds you make are fucking incredible.”

A knowing smile reaches across Lo’ak’s flushed face. He parts his lips to run over yours, drinking in the sigh you let out. “Really? Well, you’ve got a pretty incredible mouth too.”

“S-shut up-” You gasp. You know you should go slow because some stupid part of you still wants to win, to make Lo’ak come undone first because of you. Yet, you can’t help the way your fist tightens at each wet little gasp coming from Lo’ak’s mouth, the way your hand quickens around yourself as you watch his pretty cock move through his fist.

“It’s true. You don’t know how many times I’ve done this thinking of your stupid smart mouth, how it would feel.” Your breath hitches at Lo’ak’s words, each breath emphasized with the roll of his hips into his own fist.

“Oh, oh, shit.” You know your desperation is seeping into your tone, suppressed moans barely being hidden by your gritted teeth. You’ve always been weak to Lo’ak, and now is no exception, especially now with the admission that he’s thought of you before.

“You look so sexy like this, all spread out under me. You know, you’re always calling me pretty boy but you’re putting me to shame here, narlor.” Lo’ak’s eyes are hazy but calculating, watching each expression on your face as the filth he’s saying echoes into the air around you. He has a look in his eye, like he knows he’s winning.

“Oh fuck you.” You groan, your hips moving desperately up into your hand. You can feel the heat of Lo’ak’s body encompassing you, the head of your cock brushing against his leg with each movement of your hips. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Hah, really?” Lo’ak gasps. The sly grin that comes across his face is all the confirmation you need.

“You’re trying to get me off, by…by saying that stuff. I-it’s cheating.” You moan as your fingers snag against the head of your cock, catching the precum leaking from your tip to slicken the slide of your fist.

“Oh, that wasn’t in the rules,” he teases, licking a stripe up your neck. He lowers himself closer to you, the head of his cock bumping against your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. “Not my fault I can’t stop thinking how perfect you’d feel wrapped around me.”

Fuck, you don’t know if he means your mouth or your ass but it really doesn’t matter, either one of the images sending your brain into a frenzy. A moan rips through you, fingers twisting around your cock. It’s so easy to picture how Lo’ak would look inside you, or how he would fall apart on your fingers. It has you hurtling dangerously close to the edge.

Your breath quickens as you look up into Lo’ak’s eyes, dark pools ringed with the slightest amount of gold. His tail coils around himself, wrapping possessively around your shin.

“Fuck, look at you. It’s like you’re out of a wet dream.” Lo’ak grits his teeth, pushing his cock up against you as he strokes himself. You can see the slick from his slit dripping across his cock and down his thighs, a sweet and musky smell coating the air.

“Hah, have a lot of d-dreams about me?” You tease, but your voice is thready, more pleading than asking.

He grins against your lips. “Maybe. Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And fuck the thought has you reeling. It’s so easy to see Lo’ak in your mind, waking up hot and needy to dirty thoughts of you, half-asleep as he stuffs a fist in his mouth and strokes himself to completion with your name on his lips.

“S-shit, shit, Lo’ak, I-” your breaths come in quick gasps, too turned on to care about any embarrassing sounds that are leaking from your throat.Your body is thrumming with energy as heat coils tightly in your stomach.

“I want you to come, narlor. Right now, on me.” Lo’ak groans and you can feel his fist bumping into your hip with his rapid movements. Your eyes are clenched shut, riding the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm

“Come, let me see it. Now.” His voice is urgent, pleading.

“Oh, f—uh-”

The muscles in your thighs clench as you buck up into your fist, your cock bumping Lo’ak as you come across your fist and stomach, smearing your release onto your partner with each movement onto Lo’ak. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder, a moan tumbling from your throat as you come harder than you ever had. Maybe there was something to Lo’ak’s theory about Na’vi cock after all.

Lo’ak isn’t far behind you, panting into your mouth as his hips move unsteadily against you. His throat strains around a loud groan, and you’re able to open your eyes just soon enough to see his face scrunch in pleasure, ears twitching with each rolling wave of pleasure pulsing through him.

You try to commit the look to memory, down to the lopsided and dopey grin that stretches across his face. Lo’ak sighs with satisfaction, his dirty hand coming to rub softly across your hip. “Told you I would win.”

You can’t help the giddy smile that comes across your face, giving a peck to his grinning lips. “Best two out of three?”

#lo’ak x reader #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #lo'ak sully #avatar smut #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #avatar #avatar fanfiction #smut #venus writes #romancingpandora2024 #male reader #lo'ak x male reader #lgbt #mlm

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exactlycleverpirate · 2 months

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Proposed Timeline for MC

A quick outline of my thoughts on MC's timeline. I will likely do a breakdown/explanation of this in a separate post later. Spoilers under the cut.

1st Life - Island of Songs/Fragrant Dream - Before Lemuria's disappearance - MC and Rafayel meet for the first time - MC acquires Rafayel's heart - MC is cursed to be a Sea Witch - Rafayel dies to restore her humanity.

(Possibly some additional lives)

Next Life - Current MC in Linkon City - MC meets Xavier for the first time. MC and Zayne meet for the first time (unless Zayne is out of sequence somehow?) - MC's faulty heart is fused to the Aethor Core

(Possibly some additional lives.)

Next Life - Born on a young Philos - Xavier, son of the royal family, meets MC for the first time - MC's faulty heart can be cured by a special protocore (Creatio/Aethor core/Philos’ core?), but Xavier brings it too late, and she dies

Next Lives - Zayne’s Myth cycles - The royal family send emissaries every 100 years to the Tower of Thorns, who then disappear - MC's faulty heart can be cured by the Creatio, which is draining her life and killing her over and over - Zayne breaks the cycle by fusing her heart to the Creatio - Zayne falls into eternal slumber

Next Life - Rafayel's Myth - MC's non-faulty heart sustains the immortality of the people of Philos - She is treated like a princess, though she is not related to the royal family - Rafayel needs his heart returned or he will die and the seas will not return - He refuses to take back the heart - (Speculation) He eventually falls into eternal slumber - MC is assassinated/sacrificed either by angry Lemurians or the royal family

Last Life - Xavier’s Myth - The royal family intend to use MC's non-faulty heart to power the core of Philos, sustaining the planet and the people’s immortality - Xavier prevents this then travels to the past to find a way to save MC and Philos - MC is left behind to rule as Queen of the dying planet

#love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel #l&ds rafayel #lads rafayel #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #zayne #xavier love and deepspace #l&ds xavier #lads xavier #love and deepspace xavier #xavier #l&ds zayne #lads zayne

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spiritually-a-blorb · 8 months

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in light of me being a little silly, a little sillier, and finally reaching my silliest peak, I would like to introduce my favorite cringefail loser and give you headcannons about him

- Lester still had slightly purple veins after the possession. it was barely noticeable, but his blood, and therefore his veins, were a little darker. he just never points this out

- Lester had a little bit of a scuffle trying to get to California in the burning maze, and he literally never told anyone. just as a little silly. this is why he wanted maple lemon cronuts. he got in a fight at some random bakery (beacuse he wanted to get food for everyone) and he managed to snag food for everyone but himself

- Apollo visits Sweet on America, the place Sally used to work, and he'll get different candies his kids like, or he thinks they'll like. he is surprisingly successful at this, and now he keeps candy on his person at all times, like a grandma does

- Lester's complaints about memory loss were valid, for one. but the second thing? just for a lil spice, I think trying to access those memories hurts him just a little, enough for the brain to try and block those memories out. that's why his memory is super faulty. his brain is literally working against him

- Lester is checked over by Meg after every fight they have after The Big Stab™️, and she feels extra guilty when she finds out how tarquin was turning him into a zombie

- Lester was separated from Meg in a crowd once, while they were getting to the Tower of Nero. he flipped his ever-loving shit and proceeded to yell her name so loud he broke a window. Meg never got separated from him again

- Meg will do this thing where she will mispronounce words on purpose beacuse she knows that it annoys Lester. Lester eventually uses those mispronounciations in multiple haikus, and presents them to Meg in a written and stage performance. Meg has never been so annoyed and so touched in her life once she remembers that those were her mispronounciations. she then demands financial compensation for her words being used in said haikus

- Apollo (post ToA) does actually help herophile start some game shows. he gets her a nice setup and everything, and she soon becomes well known for her successful shows, both on normal channels and Hephestus TV.

- Meg eventually goes out and sees the ToA books on some bookstore shelves, and buys the entire series. she gets a lot of secondhand embarrassment due to Lester sometimes, but she enjoys re-living some good memories with her dummy. plus she likes hearing what the Arrow of Dodona actually had to say.

- Conversely, Apollo literally shrivels up in a ball when he finds out that Meg read the entire book series. he just lays there with his hands over his face while his kids swarm Meg to get her to show them the books. Apollo does not want to live through that, but he stays as they read the entire story. they all end up in a massive cuddle pile by the end

- Eventually, Artemis meets Meg. she kinda likes her by the end, but is somewhat jealous of the sibling relationship she has with Apollo. Apollo just likes seeing his two sisters get along. Meg, however, is a little conflicted as well. This is her annoying dummy, and someone else telling Apollo that, even in jest, grates on her a little (unless he deserved it. then she adds on)

- Apollo really likes fries. The big reason is they are cheap, and he would get a meal with the money they had at some gas station or fast food place, and give Meg the meal and just eat (and share) the fries. He did this right up to The Burning Maze, but only beacuse Aloe Vera kinda snitched on him to Grover. Aloe Vera only found out when she saw him climbing back down into the maze to eat the strawberries.

- Meg was super upset when she found out about the fry thing. Apollo insisted he was fine, and that he didn't need as much food as her, since she was still growing. She was a little more mad when she realizes she had been growing food that was meant to help in combat, and Apollo had to double back to get some, or he went hungry.

#toa #lester papadopoulos #pjo apollo #meg mccaffrey #sunflower siblings #just a lil bit

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Post Date: March 9, 2024.

A few of "Eye On Palestine" (telegram channel) collected posts on the genocide.

(Featuring pictures of destruction, malnutrition of Palestinian childs, kidnapped Palestinians, and protests)

The occupation forces destroy the main street whilst raiding Nour Shams refugee camp in Tulkarm city.

جرافات الاحتلال تدمر الشارع الرئيسي لمخيم نور شمس

Al Masri residential tower which was bombed by Israeli warplanes in Rafah city. The tower was a shelter for hundreds of families who have now become homeless.

دمار كبير ببرج المصري في رفح بعد قصفه من طيران الاحتلال في رفح

Another faulty airdrop of aid in Gaza City.

إلقاء مساعدات بشكل فاشل على المواطنين في شمال غزة

disturbing photo of bound, almost naked, Palestinian abductees in the Gaza Strip, there are old people and minors. Posted to Instagram on January 25th by an Israeli soldier.

The child, Fadi Al-Zant, 6 years old, is one of the critical cases in Kamal Adwan Hospital in the northern Gaza Strip due to malnutrition and starvation.

الطفل فادي الزنط العمر 6 سنوات

أحد الحالات الصعبة في مستشفى كمال عدوان شمال قطاع غزة بسبب الجفاف وسوء التغذية والمجاعة الذي يتعرض لها شمال قطاع غزة.

Manchester protest in the UK right now outside of Barclays Bank starting with a demonstration to represent the many Palestinians being held captive by the Israeli occupation forces.

#text post #palestine #long post #genocide #o post

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alton-towers-real · 18 days

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Since the Smiler has been trending on different platforms and some new fans are spreading misinformation about the 2015 crash, so here is the correct information:

Incident Overview:

June 2nd, 2015, the Smiler roller coaster at Alton Towers crashed, resulting in severe injuries to riders, including two teenagers losing their legs.

Operating Conditions:

The park was unusually busy with high wind speeds exceeding safety limits set by the manufacturer.

Technical Difficulties:

At 1 pm, the Smiler experienced technical issues, prompting closure for maintenance.

Safety Oversight:

During maintenance, a fifth train was added without informing the maintenance team, breaching safety protocols.

Faulty Procedure:

Despite high winds, the empty fifth train was sent without water dummies for weight, causing it to roll back and stall.

Miscommunication:

Maintenance incorrectly assumed a "ghost train" triggered a safety mechanism, leading to an override.

Collision and Injuries:

The overridden safety mechanism led to a collision between the stalled empty train and a fully loaded one, resulting in injuries to all riders.

Responsibility and Fines:

Investigations attributed fault to both ride operations and maintenance teams, with Alton Towers receiving the majority of blame. The park was fined five million pounds.

Safety Improvements:

Post-incident, enhanced safety measures were implemented, including more CCTV, revised staff training, and the prevention of override unless by senior engineers.

Preventative Measures:

Gerslauer, the manufacturer, introduced features to prevent operation during high winds, ensuring a similar incident would be impossible, enhancing safety across the industry.

#alton towers #the smiler #crash #no misinformation

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harossoup · 5 months

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Make up your time

@harossoup

Genre: Smut, office job

Warnings: Unestablished relationship, cursing, eating out, sex, reward sex, lmk if I missed anything

Pair: Boss!Seungmin x Worker!Reader

The Uber you were in was playing soft Lofi from the recorder, refreshing your mind, making you almost forget the fact that you slept in late, due to your faulty alarm clock.

"This is your stop," the driver told you, the car stopped in front of a tall office building, the one where you worked.

"Thank you!" You thanked the driver before handing them cash and taking your bag off the seat, then proceeding to step out of the car and walk towards the building.

As you opened the doors, you signed in with your badge tied over your neck, which was just minutes ago dangling over your plain white buttoned-up work shirt that was neatly tucked into your black skirt, ending a bit before your thighs and your black heels tapping over the ground as you walked.

Once you made it to the elevator, you quickly stepped inside, the shiny reflective metal clanking as you stepped. The assortment of buttons stood displayed neatly beside the door, which you clicked "floor, 3" in response to since it was the floor your office was on.

Silence was one of the only sounds in the elevator, apart from buzzing as you went up.

Once you stepped out of the elevator, with a long stride you felt the air tense up as eyes turned to you. The people beside the printer staring at you, and so was almost every person out of their reserved office.

You saw one of you co-workers coming towards you, making you freeze.

"Ms.|Reader's name|, Mr.Kim said after the last-minute meeting that if anyone saw you, to tell you that you needed to come to his office." She said, before sighing and walking off.

"Oh fuck my life, a last-minute meeting the day I'm late?" You asked yourself under your breath before heading to Seungmin's office.

The door swung open, cold air blowing into your face as it did.

"Hi, Sir," you said while walking in and sitting on a chair in front of his desk. He only stopped typing after he heard your voice.

"Why are you late?" He hissed under his breath, his attention directly on you.

"Sir there's something wrong with my alarm clock," you notified him with a shaking voice.

"You're gonna have to make up that time tonight." He said, unapologetically before saying "Go do your work" angrily.

After you left his office, your head was down, making you feel humiliated whilst walking back to your stall.

Once you sat down in your chair, your fingers quickly worked at getting work done.

Before you knew it, it was late noon. The time you'd usually clock out along with everybody else, and you had all your work finished. So now, you were on your phone resting while still trying to make up time for your absence this morning.

Soon, you heard the footsteps of flat shoes and saw a large black shadow towering over you.

"What're you doing on your phone?" Seungmin asked, sighing after which made you turn around after placing down your phone.

"I've finished my work" you answered, making heavy eye contact with him.

"Oh yeah?" He cooed, leaning closer to your face.

You nodded in agreement, but the way he was staring at you started to make you horny and you felt your panties getting wet.

"Should I reward you for finishing your work so quickly?" He questioned you, smirking a bit.

You broke eye contact and accidentally looked at his length, a bulge between his legs showing an outline in his pants.

When he saw where you were looking, he collided his lips with yours, making you moan.

"So needy for me already." He cooed, getting on his knees after breaking the kiss.

He pulled down your panties to your knees, which was easy due to your skirt.

"Baby you're so wet." He whimpered as he put one of his fingers near your hole, teasing your pussy.

Soon, after getting in a comfortable position he began eating you out, making you throw your head back and moan.

"Y-Yeah' there" you moaned as he rubbed his tongue around your g-spot.

You could see the amusement on his face as you grabbed a fistful of his silky brown hair.

Once his pace sped up, your eyes rolled back and you cummed on his tongue.

"You're so pretty all fucked out" He hummed as he rolled back up your pants and wiped his face with his sleeve before hugging your waist, still on his knees.

#smut seungmin #seungmin smut #stray kids #seungmin #seungmin fanfic #skz #skz x reader #skz smut #seungmin x reader

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slutforalastor · 2 months

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Say It With A Smile, Part 1

You'd always considered yourself an unremarkable sinner. You hadn't done much of anything to really deserve damnation, save for your lack of penitence. In terms of Pascal's wager, you'd gotten the worst outcome. Or at least, what you knew of Hell had made you figure it would be the worst. In reality, there were things about your eternal afterlife that could be worse, although there were many things that could be better, as well.

Trying to get away from the things that could be better, the murder, cannibalism, trafficking, and general malaise of the street, was part of what had attracted you to the Hotel. Sinners might've turned their noses up at the idea of needing to be reformed, but you'd never been much for vice. You had your fun, did your experimenting, but settled into the things that helped you forget, which were fortunate enough to not be things that shortened your life expectancy.

Not that you'd lived a full life. There was little romance to your demise; you'd simply been more focused on your phone than on the bus with the faulty brakes squealing its way down the avenue. It happened so quickly that you were still holding your hand a few inches from your face, but now it was painted a soft, sandy grey, your nails sharpened to points.

But that's the past, and at present, you're stooped outside the door of the towering hotel, the marquee blinking its welcome in bright flashbulbs. The knocker, shaped like a key with one ever-watchful eye, beckons to you. Time to get on with your afterlife. A few raps against the door, and you hear a commotion, several voices clamoring ever closer to the entryway.

The door swings open, the Princess of Hell beaming at you, and some of her entourage piled behind her, trying to see who's come to call. "Oh my Gosh, please tell me you're here to be redeemed!" she squeals, immediately grabbing your hand and yanking you into the foyer. For how impressive it was on the outside, it's even more impressive within. The ceiling goes up higher than you thought possible, a grand staircase standing in symmetry on either side of the welcome area. A demon, winged and catlike, rests his elbow against the bar, talking to a spider-like sinner in a stool, with one of their four hands wrapped around a drinking glass. They're the only ones that haven't made a crowd around you. In your immediate vicinity, so close as to make you wonder if they're going to attempt to assimilate into you, is the Princess, who breathlessly introduces herself as Charlie, and lets you know how exciting it is to have another member, how much you're going to love it here, and the rattled-off names of the other guests and staff, spoken too quickly for you to have any chance of remembering. Another demon, muted gray and deep blue, a red x mark over where one of her eyes should be, pulls you to the side, Charlie continuing to ramble before bursting into a song and dance everyone seems to be ignoring.

"Sorry about Charlie, she's… very happy to have another guest. I'm Vaggie. Let me actually introduce you to the rest of the crew."

Vaggie guides you from demon to colorful demon, letting them introduce themselves, some shaking hands, others offering a raised hand in greeting, and one in particular obsessively dusting the dirt and caked-on blood off your shoes, muttering to herself.

"There's one more somewhere around here, although honestly I wouldn't mind if he didn't-"

"Didn't want to wait a second longer to greet our newest guest?" a crackling voice finished for her, the demon it belonged to forming up from a shadow in the middle of the floor. The cloud of black slowly giving shape to a deer-like man, appointed overwhelmingly in red and smiling overwhelmingly wide.

"Ah, Alastor, I was wondering when you'd join us."

"Come now, my dear, never underestimate the value of making a dramatic entrance," he countered, whirling his staff around his hand before settling it back into place with a decisive tap. He turns his focus to you, his eyes narrowing and his smile developing a few additional angles. "Alastor, just Alastor, so lovely to make your acquaintance." You offer your hand to him to shake, and he gives it a firm squeeze, perhaps a little harder than manners would dictate, releasing it after a single motion. "I'm something of the host around here; although you can't fault Charlie for enthusiasm, it'd take her a whole day just to tell you about the room we're in right now, and a hotel lives and dies by its schedule, you know."

"We'd love to give you a tour," Vaggie offers, Charlie's musical number having just entered the poignant, reflecting chorus.

"'We'? Ahaha, Vaggie, someone needs to make sure Charlie remembers to breathe. I'd be more than happy to get our new guest familiar with the hotel. Follow me, little one." Alastor speaks with such animated confidence that you can't help but do as he asks, letting him lead you up to the stairs and into the deeper recesses of your new home. ----- Also on AO3!

#alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #lord forgive me but I demand satisfaction

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yatonekoami · 2 months

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Keep me safe inside, your arms like towers.

Featuring. Kanata Yatonokami x GN! Reader.

The longing in his kiss and the sight of him are all the warmth you need on a chilly night.

Tags: romantic fluff, a little suggestive. Inspired by a fanart I found on twitter (by eren_cozmez).

🌙 - Dedicated to Lyn @koumeowkami 💜 I hope I managed to do this concept justice and that you enjoy it! (You will find this uploaded to my ao3 as well).

The world is dyeing in hues of blues and shadows. The decrepit buildings lining the slums seem to curve in on themselves beneath the poor illumination of faulty streetlights.

A cat meowing is heard in the distance, a stray plastic bag fleets around, with no destination, outcasted under lapis skies.

If you were to ask the average person, this is not a scene they’d want to find themselves into, especially not when a yell and the sound of a siren can be heard in the distance. Especially not when the cables near an electricity tower thrum with excessive voltage.

If anyone were to ask you, however, there is no other place you’d rather be at.

There was a sweet familiarity to these ruined houses with cracked windows; to these crooked sidewalks; to the sky littered with stars that could be gazed at from here.

You had walked these streets, countless times.

With him.

Like the indigo expanse above, you had found him once.

Even if he didn’t believe it himself, to you, he was not unlike a star.

Perhaps the glow surrounding him was eerie, menacing, violet poison trying to keep those who braved his night away.

And yet, you seemed immune to it.

You feel content now, falling in step in silence by his side, the dim light of a crescent moon making him look all the more ethereal.

You steal a glance in his direction, unconsciously walking nearer to him.

Your bare arm grazes his side, the familiar fabric of his jacket warming you up, despite the chilly night breeze.

You can feel him stiffen at first, the instinctive reaction of years spent between adults who only knew how to show him misery.

Then he relaxes, easing into your touch, an arm wrapping around you protectively.

“Are you cold?” Kanata asks, squeezing your form a little closer to his.

You let yourself indulge in his warm affection for a couple heartbeats before replying.

“I’m fine if it’s with you…” Comes your happy hum, as you briefly rest your head on his shoulder. “And I could ask you the same question.” You chuckle, poking his uncovered bicep; he always wore his jackets like this: off his shoulders, doing next to nothing to shield him from the cold (but definitely helping to make him even more eye candy than what he already was to you).

A cracked street light momentarily bathes him in cold light, a halo frozen in place and time, quite fitting for the fallen angel likeness he bore.

“I’m good.” He pouts, cheeks flaring up in warm hues. “You have goosebumps.” Your boyfriend points out, stopping his pace in front of you, just as you reach an iron wire fence.

“Kanata, please, don’t worry.” You insist, just as you instinctively wrap your arms around yourself, the gesture betraying your words just like that.

“Tsk,” He frowns, taking off his jacket. “Don’t give me that.” Your lover grumbles, as he drapes the garment around your shoulders.

Your arms slip through the sleeves, the fabric akin to a caress signed in Kanata’s scent; the gentle touches you shared before falling asleep by starlight through the foggy windows of his small apartment.

Then, as if the moon had wanted you to notice, its argent rays briefly catch the light of his lilac gaze.

Akin to hyacinths at dawn, first light’s dew clinging to amethyst petals that shyly avert from you, helplessly, for every heartbeat that passes, the crowned angel’s heart guides his eyes to your pretty face.

It’s unfair you look so good in his clothes, despite having seen you in his oversized t-shirts before, in summer, when even in searing sun rays, you cuddled up against him.

And perhaps now, he was not the only one feeling under his lover’s spell.

Your pupils dilate at the image of his lean form outlined before an indigo infinity.

His muscles are defined, despite his petite figure, the night penumbra shadowing them just in the right places.

A gust of periwinkle breeze sifts through his hair, a few strands loosening from his half up ponytail, silky strands just a prolongation of the stars above when they meet with the black color of his sleeveless top.

He’s breathtaking; undeniably. Utterly beautiful.

An utterance of his name escapes your lips.

“Kanata…” You trail off, at the same moment his hands nestle on your waist.

Starry lashes flutter closed, his forehead resting against yours, the previously cold air, now ardent with both your accelerating breaths.

“You…” Your boyfriend starts. His voice is hoarse, the scrape of blackened rose petals against ivory statues. “You’re so beautiful…” He finally manages.

You can feel your face heating up, a stark contrast with the iron fence your back is leaning against.

Suddenly you no longer need his jacket.

But there is no way you’re taking it off.

Especially not when Kanata’s hands rest on either side of your head against the flimsy palisade.

Especially not when his lips are millimeters away, every tiny crack on them visible.

“You haven’t been using the chapstick I got you.” You blurt out, just like that.

The blush creeping from Kanata’s neck intensifies at your statement, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

You smile, blissful.

Then, a pleasant shiver runs down your spine.

A trail of heated kisses follows up from your collarbone to the edge of your jawline, the pleasing sting of your lover’s sharp canines over your previously pristine skin.

He meets your eyes.

A myriad of lavender and jade and love.

He whispers your name.

And that’s all you can remember before his kiss robs you of all reason.

His tongue prods against your parted mouth, hungry and caring all at once, him, him, him resounding in every second that passes with your lips locked.

Sharp teeth clamp on your lower lip, tugging towards him.

A promise of the undying love you two share.

And you just verify it.

It’s in the way your arms pull him towards you by the back of his neck, fingers tangled in the unreal softness of his tresses.

Your knees go weak, and yet, you couldn’t care less.

Kanata keeps you upright, arms, that perhaps you hadn’t realized how strong they were before, safely around you; a shield off of which any thunderstorm bounced.

As the night goes on, you can only think that if this were to be a fever dream, you’d rather never wake again.

However, your partner’s heartbeat on yours is all too real, as are his soft, slender fingers gripping your waist protectively.

In the inauspiciousness of blinking darkness, love is all you can feel.

And judging by the way Kanata’s eyes are dazed and shiny when he pulls away, you know he felt it too.

You chase after his lips once more.

The moon will still stand watch over the skies for a few hours, before sunrise approaches.

In the secrecy of her light, your lips dance as one for a while longer.

#paradox live #paradox live x reader #kanata yatonokami #kanata yatonokami x reader #paralive x reader #paralive imagines #paralive #paradox live imagines #pararai #paradox live the animation #paradox live fanfiction #kanata x reader #paradox live headcanons #hailey writes

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captainsboonie · 4 months

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Tall grass and faulty straps

words: 3131 (might get a part two depending on motivation and notes lol)

Warnings: Blood, slight gore, very suggestive themes, unresolved sexual tension

Additional tags: Reader is implied to be introverted, helicopters, fem!reader, enemies to lovers (kinda), ghillie suits, mutual pining (kinda again), very abrupt ending sorry, short reader, reader is price's subordinate

Summary: “You’re joining the 141. The contract is already signed.” She blurts, right after you close the wooden door to her office behind yourself. After processing her words you immediately turn to look her straight in those blue eyes, almost giving yourself whiplash, and you snarl. “Excuse me?”

The reader joins TF 141 against her will, and makes enemies with the Captain. During their first mission together, things don't go as planned, and ends in unresolved sexual tension.

Sniping is your preferred method when it comes to keeping things on the low. Actually, sniping is your preferred method when it comes to anything, really.

At your height, infiltrating bases and confronting head-on isn’t ideal. There were men out there who downright towered over you, and unless you could use your size to your advantage, there was no way you’d be able to beat them hands-on. You would be targeted immediately out on the field since you looked so weak compared to your taller comrades- and if you were captured, only God knows what absolute hell you would be put through.

Due to all of the above, you started shooting from a distance instead, sending swift and powerful bullets through people’s heads with the help of your unfailing rifle. And you loved it. You could hide very well considering your size, fitting beneath sheltering bushes and camouflaging in secluded spots that would be inaccessible for any other 6’ man. You also had utmost patience, laying completely still for multiple hours on end just to drop the target.

But it was the feeling that you actually enjoyed. The feeling of hiding in plain sight, like a predator patiently waiting for its prey. Then finally sending that killing bullet; seeing the target suddenly go limp, crimson slowly pooling around their cranium- it made you feel so strong. So powerful- like you were the one quietly collecting their souls, just like Death himself.

Due to your newfound interest, you kept accepting missions. Going, waiting, shooting- over, and over again- until you had an almost flawless record. The word spread fast, and the requests for you slowly piled up on Kate Laswell’s desk. She knows that you aren’t a team player, and you’re sure that she wouldn’t accept any offers regarding task forces, you’ve made it very clear multiple times that-

-“You’re joining the 141. The contract is already signed.” She blurts, right after you close the wooden door to her office behind yourself. After processing her words you immediately turn to look her straight in those blue eyes, almost giving yourself whiplash, and you snarl. “Excuse me?”

Kate’s office was as immaculate as ever, not a single speck of dust in sight. The large office table in the middle of the room matched the other interior; a shiny, red-brown-ish mahogany, making the room look exceptionally expensive. As Kate began to walk towards you slowly, the heels of her shoes clicked slightly against the hardwood flooring, shadow being cast by her little desk lamp that she always leaves on when she does paperwork.

“I know that you like working alone-” You interrupt her, your top lip slightly raised in disgust, “You said that I could do this alone. That was my only request, Kate.”

“I know, I know. Just let me finish.” Your brows were furrowed as you glared her way, and you made your way to one of her raven-black leather office chairs before pulling it out and sitting down. She handed you four files- the files of your future teammates- and continued. “They need someone new that could focus on just sniping, and they need it fast for an upcoming mission.”

“Is four men not enough for them?” You ask, giving Kate a disapproving glance as you flip through the four files. Two Sergeants, a Lieutenant and a Captain. You sigh as you close the files and slide them away from you on the office table. You weren't particularly interested.

“Four men is usually more than enough, but everyone except the Captain has other matters to attend to. He requested you personally, and you know that I can’t turn him down.” She explains, sitting down on the desk in front of you. Her blonde hair was almost shining from this angle, looking ethereal, due to the illumination from the desk lamp behind her. You sigh and rub your face with your hands as she keeps talking. “You’re one of the best we have. Your skill paired with the 141 will make it indestructible.”

Eventually, you caved (because you had no other choice) and said yes. Kate, oh so pleased, told you that she would inform the Captain shortly, and wished you good luck.

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Barely twelve hours later, a helo came to pick you up. Its giant rotor blades rapidly sliced through the air, as if it were impatient, whisking away any spare leaves on the concrete heli-pad. The whirring noise became excessive as you approached, the gusts of air whipping against your face and propelling the few streaks of hair that had managed to escape your bun. Your rifle, which is carrying a silencer sitting snug against its barrel, bobbed against your back as you took large and firm steps towards the vehicle. Everything that you felt like you needed to take with you was currently getting thrown around in a large duffel bag that’s hanging from your side.

As you stepped into the helicopter, you looked over to the pilot and raised your hand slightly as a greeting. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and a diminutive nod in return, and after you buckled up and he muttered some words into his headset, the helicopter grew louder and started to ascend.

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The trip wasn’t as long as you expected it to be. Time went by relatively fast as you looked out the window to watch the practically untouched nature down below; admiring the chlorophyll-filled, bright green leaves. You flew past the foliage below you at (what felt like- you actually had no idea) full throttle, sometimes flying so close to the trees and their crowns that leaves and small branches lost their grip. Even with your limited knowledge about helicopters, you figured that flying at such a low altitude as this must mean that you're close enough to land soon.

You turned out to be right. A square-shaped, large building suddenly appeared in your point of view, surrounded by the massive forest. It looked boring to the naked eye, as it was just painted with different shades of grays, whites and blacks, but you were sure that the more interesting part would be inside. The pilot immediately knew where to land, setting his sights on a helipad close to what seemed to be the main entrance of the building. The helo started descending steadily- a little less wobbly than you were used to, thankfully- and touched down within a few seconds. You unbuckled yourself and grabbed your duffel, nodding once to the pilot as a silent thanks as you stepped down onto the slate gray concrete. After you took a few steps away, the helicopter blades’ speed increased, and it lifted off once more.

As you turned around, you noticed that the man with the weird hat and wide shoulders was standing on the concrete as well. That would be the Captain, then. He wasn’t in tactical gear as you were expecting, but he was still big. He had a black, long-sleeved, shirt on, his biceps and pectoral muscles straining against the fabric as he crossed his arms over his chest. The camo cargo pants were low waisted, hugging his hips and thighs just enough to show off the muscle underneath. His shirt was tucked in his pants, showing off a well-trained and slim waist.

“Welcome to the base, I’m Captain Price. I suppose your trip went well?” His voice was rough as he introduced himself, and you hoped that it didn’t imply a sour mood. Your own voice sounded squeaky after hearing his, and you felt a little humiliated as you only reached his chest. “Yes, sir. It went smoothly.”

“Good. Let me show you to your room before anything else.” He was muttering now, almost under his breath, and you were quite sure that he was as keen on having you here as you were. He needed someone new for the team, that’s for sure, but maybe he didn’t want one. You knew that he only requested you personally because of your talent- not that he wanted to get to know you. Frankly, you understood him, and you would try to stay as distant from him as possible, for both of your sakes.

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The situation between you and the Captain didn’t get any better. You exchanged a few words when you met in the gym sometimes, but usually, you had gone into hiding in your room. Not sure what to make of the situation, you had tried to start a conversation in an attempt to save what could be the start of a friendship. It ended in an uncomfortable silence that grew so loud that you exited the room in shame, head bowed.

From that point on, you decided to stop trying to make things better when he wasn’t even reciprocating the effort. You started to think of him as pathetic- someone who doesn’t accept new things in life and doesn’t try to solve issues that, eventually, will have a major role when it comes to trust out on the field. You started ignoring him, changing your schedule to not overlap with his as much as possible. It was like you had the base all for yourself now that you didn’t meet him as much, and it was like you were back to being alone again. It was comforting to not have someone you don’t trust spitting commands at you and muttering under his breath constantly. At the same time, however, it was anxiety-inducing. You had no idea what to do now, having made enemies instead of comrades on the task force that you were supposed to stay with.

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“My office at four, don’t be late. Knock before entering.” He’d said that as he passed you in the kitchen, and didn’t even turn around to see if you’d heard him. It was expected, since you knew that he had an urgent mission to go on, and he couldn’t do it alone. You were on your way to his office not too long after, wanting to get this meeting over and done with as soon as possible. You knocked at his door before you entered, just like he’d told you.

The first thing that attracted your attention in his office was him, of course. You decided not to look at him, and subtly looked around the room instead. Two fine dark oak bookshelves were standing against one of the olive-painted walls, with a beige classic painting hanging on the wall in between them. Underneath the painting stood a filing cabinet in the same color and material as the bookshelves, most likely for easy access of mission and personnel files. The table in front of the shelves and cabinet was L-shaped; the sturdy, thick wood acting as the foundation for a monitor, a desktop lamp, and a pile of papers and files. The room was oddly cozy, and reminded you of an office in a family home- not one in a military base.

“We’re leaving for a mission at 1800. I expect you to be ready and out on the platform at an appropriate time, understood?” He was watching you like a hawk, eyes peering at you from under his hat; studying your reactions, even the most minimal ones, to try and figure out your thoughts on this. You muttered a ‘yes, sir’ under your breath, used to last-minute heads up about an oncoming mission. You nodded once, and turned around to leave. Suddenly, he spoke up. “Before you leave, soldier…”

You turned around, looking him in the eyes, but not challenging him. He had leaned over his desk slightly, arms supporting his body’s weight as he kept his hard gaze on you. “I know you're not fond of me, but you will listen to my orders. If you don't, there will be consequences. Copy?”

…Who does he think he is? He was the one who was short with you when you first arrived, he was the one who didn’t put any effort into communicating, and he was the one who started ignoring you in the first place. So why is he blaming your disagreement on you? You’d been handling the situation like a child, you’d admit, but all of this happened because of his immaturity in the first place. It’s not your fault that he’s too childish to communicate, and funnily enough, you couldn’t figure out how he became a Captain in the first place.

“I don’t know where I implied that I wouldn’t follow your orders, Captain. If you’ve ever felt like that was implied, then I do apologize.” You try to sound as professional as possible, trying to hide the searing hot anger you were feeling. Does he think you have the mental capacity of a one year old? You left his office as soon as you’d worded your thoughts, not quite slamming the door, but getting close.

You knew that something was up. The Captain’s records did not say anything about having an attitude like most, and he was known to take care of anyone who he took under his wing. So why are you the exception? You ended up with a killer headache while trying to figure it out, deciding to get properly dressed and think of something else for the moment instead.

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Turns out that you didn’t need to pack much considering it was a stealth mission. You and Price were getting dropped off close to the warehouses you had to inspect from the outside- something about cartels and the black market. You’d be wearing ghillie suits to blend in with the tall grass, and if it wasn't for Price, it could get fun. You brought your own rifle with you, obviously, which was currently laying on the ground next to you as you adjusted the last, seemingly faulty, straps of the suit.

“Ready.” You told the Captain, laying down next to him and gently picking your gun up. You looked through the scope to analyze the guards and their moving patterns, seeing Price’s laser through the thermal vision. His voice was softer as he spoke quietly, not having that signature rasp in it anymore. “Good, let’s get this over with.”

You both started taking out lone guards, and together, you managed to take out some pairs. The guards slumped over quietly, one by one, as your silencers lived up to their namesake. That familiar feeling started to come back- the feeling of quietly taking lives, unnoticed. You started feeling powerful once more; and you began to wonder if Price felt it, too.

Naturally, you both managed to take out most of the guards wandering the warehouses. You both were exceptionally trained at sniping and staying hidden, so expecting anything less than an accomplished mission was practically impossible. Until what couldn’t happen, happened. The leftover guards had somehow managed to see where the shots came from, and had sent out a patrol to look through the area. As a car approached your position, you desperately tried to tighten the straps of the suit, which had gone loose as you were shooting. The loose straps made the suit open from the side, which made the clothes under the ghillie visible. If you didn’t get them to work correctly in time, the patrol would spot you.

You kept pulling on the defective straps, doing everything in your ability to try to get it to work. In the end, it just loosened more than before, making you even more noticeable. You snarled towards the man next to you as you kept pulling. “You gave me a broken fucking suit. Did you give me this because you want me to get shot? Want to get rid of me the easy way?”

“You better shut your mouth before I do it for you.” The Captain growled, already having noticed your complications before you got defensive. He looked stressed, brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what to do. You sure as hell couldn’t run for it- you’d get shot down within seconds. There was only one option left, then. You started whispering insults under your breath as the straps just loosened more. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

All of a sudden, you heard Price move, and next thing you knew you felt an immense pressure over your entire body. Something started to cover your mouth to keep you quiet, and as a reflex, you put your hand over it. That’s when you noticed that you could feel his beard scratching and his warm breath against the back of your neck. He was laying on you to cover you. You felt his warm, slightly chapped lips against your earlobe as he whispered into your ear. “Told you to shut the fuck up, soldier.”

You felt shivers down your spine as he whispered. You hoped he didn’t notice, but at this proximity, you were sure that he did. The hand covering your mouth was large, way bigger than yours that was resting on it. Instead of just covering your mouth, it was covering the entire lower half of your face. He could feel your warm breath against his fingers- and he fought his own filthy thoughts as he covered you from the guards, which were now passing by. His hips were laying flush against your rear, and both of your legs had been accidentally intertwined.

The guards had passed, but the two of you were too caught up in the position you were in to move. As the guards got further and further, he slowly retracted his hand which had been on your mouth, but you didn’t have anything to say. You felt his beard scratching at your soft skin as he pulled his face away, and he started getting up from your back. As he did, he accidentally pushed his hips hard into your rear once, and his eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched up as he felt something that he prayed you didn’t feel. He looked down, and fortunately, ghillie was good at hiding and covering.

You sat up, looking at him over your shoulder. Under his ghillie hood, he looked as stern as ever, with furrowed brows and squinting eyes. But he was blushing. Your eyes widened slightly and looked away from him as you noticed that this is probably why he didn’t want to be with you. A superior crushing on a subordinate wasn’t right in the military, but neither was a subordinate crushing on their superior. Both of them were happening right now- and you were blushing enough that he probably had it figured out, too.

“Let’s just finish the mission and get the fuck out of here.” His gaze didn’t meet yours as he spoke. You swore that he wasn’t as commanding when he was flustered, and you couldn’t wait to test your hypothesis.

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