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secretaccountlol · 2 years

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"Sex pollen? Nah sex gas, er liquid..?"

Hi, I'm back to give you new fanfic, I'm really happy with this one.

this was written with no pronouns (other than 'they' obvi), for the smut I do use female anatomy.'

This is based off of tasm and comicverse spiderman :)

Anyways! this 18+ but, the sex is like waaaayyy down the line, I'll even mark when the smut starts so you can skip the sex if you'd like :)

Okay CW time!: Swearing, drugging? (the sex pollen lol), mention of Gwen's death (gotta add that angst), praise kink, lil teasing, pet names n nicknames wounds/blood mentioned (not graphic!), switch peter, switch reader, mention of loving boobs.

Summary!: After you and spidey try to figure out how to reverse the effect of a new gas goblin has created but things go south.

She's a loooong one!! (forgive me if there are some mistakes, one-man band)

3,856 WORDS OF PURE WHOLESOMENESS (and smut) BABBYYY

As always please comment, reblog, and like! I might write a sequel if you do!

your journey awaits my love <3

You twist the knobs on the microscope, and carefully notes are scattered around the walls of your lab. “Ah? Busy bee hmm?” You shriek, tripping over your chair, and you embrace for a hard fall. “Shit shit shit- I am so sorry, I did NOT mean to scare you like that!” you look up, The masked hero cradled you in his arms, his white lenses widened in horror. “I-it’s okay!” You leap outta his arms dusting yourself off. “Just been a Lil jumpy since the villain kidnapped me and all, haha..” you turn away from the costumed man.

The whole reason you and spidey became friends recently is that you were kidnapped by Doc Ock. Somehow he got hold of some old studies of yours and thought he could use “another brilliant mind” of course you said no you weren’t gonna help with his evil conquests and then, well he kidnapped you, forcing you to help him kill Spider-Man. Then Spider-Man saved you but pretty banged up in the process, you felt pretty guilty so you decided to help him with his gear and occasionally with taking down criminals- with science of course!

“Right right, sorry again..” you shrugged, still not facing him, pretending to be busy scribbling away so he won’t see your flushed face. A light thud hit the table, “I bought us tacos from your favorite place” you smile, you only told him about that place when you were trying to keep him from passing out from blood loss. You had read somewhere that you should keep talking to a patient to keep them from flatling, you were surprised he still remember considering he was fading in and out of consciousness.

You turn to face him, “You only buy those when I’m gonna have to do extra hard work” you bite your lip as you speak, if he didn’t have a mask on you’d swear Spider-Man was checking you out.

“I-uhm! Yeah haha, I do actually have work for you” he pulls out a vial from behind his back (where the fuck did he even hide-?) handing it to you, and you examine it holding it up to the light. “What is it?”

Spidey tsked, pulling himself up on your desk to sit while pulling his mask up to chomp on a taco. “Well, it’s a liquid version of a gas the green goblin used today on a crowd of people when we were fighting.” He stated, swallowing a bit of taco. “Once they were sprayed they became incredibly violent. It took me 2 hours just to web everyone down!!” Your eyes widen and you put down the vial cautiously in a container. “It wore off after a while but, I think we should try to reverse engineer it, perhaps even make a calming spray to combat it..!” He pulls down his mask and dusts off his fingers. “Ready to get to work?” His white lenses half-lidded in question, you nod. “But first lemme eat some tacos I’m starving!”

You stretch, looking at all the progress you and the spider made. He had stepped out to do patrol, but he helped you make a lot of progress with the serum. Who knew he was so smart? You kinda assumed he was a jock, not like dumb, but not genius smart. You chew on your pencil, enough about Spidey, focus on the task at hand, Y/N. You stare blankly into the microscope again, the red liquid turned into a delectable bubblegum pink now. You and Spider-Man figured out a way to make the serum “attack” Serotonin receptors, effectively making it, well, a stronger “happy gas” to combat Goblin's next attack.

You fall back into your chair sighing heavily, and you stare at the ceiling. You wish you could talk to him more, spidey only really came when he needed to pick your brain, “because two geniuses are better than one!”. You chuckle to yourself, It’s almost been a full year of knowing him now, your eyebrows knit in the thought of the times you had to patch him up at the lab and occasionally at your house. It took a while for you to open up to him, considering he’s a superhero they tend to attract trouble so you tried not to be TOO involved, strictly business on your side. Of course that didn’t last long, he was too sweet for you to keep playing coy. Yes, the time you spent with him was little and far in between but every laugh and stupid story he told in that short time made you fall more and more.

you liked him, like like him.

You drag yourself up from the chair, scribbling the results of the serum before pouring the serum itself into a vial, sealing it. Not too long after you hear a THWIP! As you turn your head to face the masked man. “Hey look what the cat- holy shit are you okay?!” You run over to check on the wounded spider, you’ll never really get used to seeing him in pain like this. “D..Don’t worry, still kicking” he kinda groaned out as you helped him into the chair you were once sitting in. “Please don’t joke at times like this. Here sit like this it’ll keep pressure on your wound...” you quickly dismissed his remarks frantically looking for your first aid kit on your paper-filled desk. You could hear him shuffle a bit, you turn quickly to stop him, “Nononono don’t move if you do you’ll stop the pressure-!” Spider-Man pouts “You’ve patched me up before, I know” You lean on your desk about to scold him again when you lose your grip.

Suddenly Spider-Man lunges towards you, you instinctively close your eyes, you hear a crash, and suddenly you feel a cool liquid drip down your back. “Shitshitshit!” You open your eyes to see a terrified spider-man, no, you didn’t- you couldn’t have, shit the happy gas- Well liquid? Fell on you! You get knocked out of your state of shock by Spider-Man’s groans again, gripping his side. You rush over to him, “I’m fin- healing already, it's just a flesh wound.” His hands whip towards you pressing his hands on your arms with a crushing force. “Weneedtoworryaboutyouthehappygasgotyouwhatare-” spider speaks faster than you can keep up. You try to calm him down by gripping his shoulder.

“Spidey, sh. I'm fine! See??” You stood up quickly dusting yourself off, you helped him back on his feet as well.

“God, this is all my fault. I should have been fast enough to catch you, I’m sorry” The masked hero ranted to the ground he was too ashamed to look in your eyes.

“It’s not your fault I’m clumsy, Webhead” you sighed, and looking back at your research, one test tube survived the fall. “Plus, I’m fine!” You gently grabbed his head lifting it to look into the white eyes (soulless) eyes.

“See?” You start doing the robot dance, it was something he did when you were sad and always made you laugh. You get a small chuckle from the sad man, You pause carefully before continuing.

“Spider, please be honest with me..That- catch me comment, that wasn’t really meant for me was it?” You're coaxing the answer out of him slowly, as he looks back at you and then back to the ground.

“I- yeah.” He sighs, you don’t remember grasping his hands but somehow he holds your hand in a vice grip. “My, uhm. First love.. she died- I wasn’t fast enough to catch her, she-“ he stops himself, you from breaking away from his bruising grip to hug him pulling him to your chest.

“It’s okay, we don’t need to talk about it anymore, okay?” He nods as steps away from you. “I’m sorry about- I shouldn’t tel- I don’t know why I-“ You put your hand up “Nope! We express our emotions here! You should never apologize for that. Especially considering all you do for this city.” You could tell he was smiling, even if you couldn’t see it.

— (smut starts here)

You rush to get your feet to touch solid ground as Webhead gently sets you down on the fire escape, you’ll never get used to soaring through the sky. “T-thank you” you grip his chest, and his logo twists as you bunch it up, god you fucking hated heights. “I would open my window but I'm a little scared to move haha.” He exhaled through his nose, snickering. “Hey, hey I got you” he bends down as he pulls it open, you sit on the window seal and slide in, thankful to touch actual solid ground. Spiderman turns to leave but you grab his hand, “I-uhm.” Shit, you really didn’t have a plan to make him stay. “I- should check your wounds to make sure they’re okay.” He laughs.

“I assure you I’m fine, honey.” You felt a zing through your body straight to your clit, you have to stop yourself from moaning. God, keep it together!

“I-uhm still would feel better if I check” you fiddle with your clothes letting go of his hand.

“Mm, I think it’s something else.” He sits on your window seal, and you step back.

“I-well” you rock back and forward on your feet.

“If you want me to stay, you don’t have to make an excuse y’know” you look up, his head is tilted at you, he hops down and closes the window.

“Now what should we do now?” He clasped his hands together, you smiled so big your cheeks hurt.

His hands landed on your shoulders squeezing you, and you felt that zing again. “Fuck” you muttered, you definitely have a waterfall in your pants now. What the hell is going on with you right now? Yeah, spider is hot but you’ve never been this horny over just his touch.

“Hmm? What’s up?” spidey eyes quirked, and his hands slid down to your arms. You moaned, FUCK you moaned. You instantly pull away from him, “ IAMSOSORRYIDIDNT-ITI-“ you rushed out as many words as you could as he stood in bewilderment.

“Hey, are you okay?” You tilt your head, and you rub your arm anxiously. “Y-yea uhm why wouldn’t I be haha..” you stutter out, he walks closer to you. “Your...eyes are very dilated.” He tries to take a step closer but you move back, this continues until you fall on the bed.

“Gotcha! Now for the love of god just- please stay still” you fidget as he comes closer to examine you, you hear him mutter some mental notes to him before he slowly attempts to put his hand on your cheek, you immediately flinch and move away. “D-don’t touch me! ” you did not want another waterfall to happen tonight. You bit your lip, why were you acting like this? This is definitely not normal.. that’s when it hit you. The liquid, you and spiderman thought you only neuralized the angry effect on the liquid which is why nothing happened to you after it fell on you. I guess you could check that theory off, clearly, something was happening.

“Spider-Man, the serum..I think it’s affecting me. When you touch me I get ..hot..” you could barely get words out.

“You- you should leave spidey, this could be dangerous, even contagious.” You hug yourself, the heat was getting unbearable but you couldn’t undress in front of him, that was a line you aren’t willing to cross, yet. You also needed to run a few tests on yourself to make sure this- sickness wasn’t permanent.

“No! I don’t wanna leave you like this, this is my responsibility too. Let me help you” he held your face gingerly, and you bit your lip to keep from whimpering. “You feel so good on my skin..” you mutter to him. Wait- did oh god you said that out loud, that wasn’t supposed-.

The wall-crawler's eyes widened, “Oh?” You nodded “I’ve always wondered what you’d be like in bed, spider.” What the fuck are you saying?? Why can’t you control what’s coming out of your mouth?!

“I-is that so?” He was strangely quiet. You move your head and give a lick to one of his digits, he makes a strangled groan. “I shouldn’t- you're sick..serum must be making you a-act” he moves his hand away but you grab his wrist before he can. “I’ve been liking you for a while now, Spiderman. I’ve just never had the guts to say it, this serum is giving me a boost in confidence, let’s say” you were so clear and concise, you couldn’t stop the words flowing from your fault.

You could see Adam's apple move as he mulled it over, you crawled towards him, reaching for his mask. “Ah- wai-“ he grabs your hands at lighting speed. “Don’t worry spidey, I just wanna kiss you.” You whisper “Can I at least have that, hm?” You were gone, the you knew was locked up, the new you came out to play, apparently, they were very dominant and flirty.

The masked hero nodded slowly, you slipped your hands under his mask pulling it lightly. His hands are still tightly banded around yours. You push a kiss lightly to his lips, and he drops your hands instantaneously in favor of putting them behind your head to deepen the kiss, soon you’re full-blown making out.

He pulls away first, panting. “Shit.” His hands travel to your waist, and you shiver. “You were definitely right about this being contagious..” his hands roamed your body as he took you all in.

“Mm, you are so beautiful like this. You were so cute asking me to stay earlier, I couldn’t resist teasing you about it.”

Spider-Man’s voice was low and raspy as he pushed you down on the bed. “If I knew you wanted me to, I would have fucked your brains out 20 times by now, honey.” You moan as he unbuttoned your top. “I love the nicknames you give me, mm..” His hands glide on your skin. “Oh? Mm, you’re too cute” he chuckles.

Suddenly you were back, well back to normal. “S-Spidey, god I’m so sorry I didn’t-“ you yelped as you felt teeth on your neck. “Hah, cute reaction.” Holy shit.. Spider-Man, New York’s friendly neighbor Spider-Man was literally on top of you, giving you a hickey.

“Sp-spidey I- mm” his tongue traveled lower to your breast. “This is in my way” you hear a snap as your bra is ripped off you, and you gasp covering yourself immediately.

“Hm? What’s wrong you were so into this a minute ago?” He sat back a bit to look at you, you squirm under his eyes, he thinks. “Tsk. Oh, I see the serum made you have a pseudo personality to make you get laid then you revert back to yourself when the process is put in motion..” he stated you cocked your brow. “You thought that up in 30 seconds?”

He nodded. “Well I am still Spider-Man, consider me to be his ego.” He dips back down to kiss your neck, as he pries your hands off your boobs. “Mm- Wait-! what if he doesn’t want this?” Spider-Man pulls back to hover over you, and he smirks.

“Really? Do you truly think he doesn’t want to fuck you? He’s literally had a thing for you since you met. Sweetheart, I can’t make this body do anything that it doesn’t. I’m a reflection of his desire.” You feel like a hot coal, and he’s the fire. “Oh..but- why haven’t you changed back yet?” Spider-Man groans.

“God you ask a lot of questions, I guess that’s partly why he likes you..Mm, basically I have the controls now, and mm I don’t wanna give it back, quite yet .” He pauses to give you another hickey, on your breast. “Give you a spin before I do, darling. Now enough talking.”

Spider-Man hand slips in your underwear, and arch your back. Your senses are still very heightened, “Aw, I have even started rubbing your clit” he kissed the side of your mouth. “P-please.” You whisper to him, “please make me feel..good, spidey.” You could feel his dick harden more in his spandex.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.” He frantically pulled his suit as you do the same to your pants. You looked at each other, his body was insane, he was beautifully sculpted, and you gulped. “Did I-? Wha-oh god.. I thought I was just dreaming again.” Spider-Man quickly covered his very large cock you giggle. “ You dreamed about fucking me?” You tease. “I-I mean- sometimes but like not in a weird way I would never-..well..uh..shit” he rubbed his head sheepishly.

You both stare at each other before you speak up again.

“Well, we-.. should finish what we started d-don’t you think?” You spluttered out.

“Are you sure..we..I-“ His lips were moving but nothing was coming out. God, at this point you just wanna get laid.

“Look! We both know what we wanna do to each other!! We basically confessed already!! Let’s just.. fuck already!” He looked at you stunned before, slowly getting back on the bed with you, laughing. “Mm, I guess you know what you want huh?” He teased you. “Well..I had some time to figure it out..” you flushed. His hand hovered over your breast, and you nod. He knead your beast softly, as he licked and prodded them. “So beautiful. I love them, I love you” he looks at you through his lenses, you could feel the love. “I love .. you too, though I’ve never seen your face. But I guess that proves I do love you for you.” You whisper, as he sits up, he stares at you for a moment before ripping off his mask like a second skin.

In front of you is this gorgeous man, with slightly long brown hair, delicious chocolate eyes, and the cutest nervous smile.

“A-are you okay? You’re being very quiet.” His voice was small. “Oh! I-I’m perfect, you're perfect.” you caress his cheek, and he closes the distance as he slips his hands down. You moan in his mouth as he toys with your clit, you buck up grinding against it, “Can I eat you out?” His voice was light, and you nod. “Honey I need verbal communication.” He moved down your body as he spoke, opening your legs but not keeping his eyes level with yours. You squeak a bit “Y-yes, please eat me out, spidey” you covered your face with your hands looking through the cracks of your fingers. “Actually, my name is Peter, Peter Parker .” You beam, “Well hello Peter, nice to meet you.” You chuckled, ruffling his hair as he softly lowered himself down, you jumped as he licked one long stride up. “You taste wonderful” before you could reply he sucked your clit. “Oh god, Peter!” You threw your head back, “Shit- you’re so-Mm” you tugged on his hair as he buried his mouth deeper into you, that’s when his fingers felt his fingers fill you with a delicious ache.

“Oh my god- Peter!” You thrashed around, Peter put his hands on your legs to keep you in place. “Wai- I’m gonna cum, S-Stop!” He pulled away, a string of cum and saliva stuck to his mouth, he grins his eyes low. “Well that’s the point, It’ll make it easier for you cum later on my cock.” His fingers started pumping and curling into you again, you threw your head back again, whimpering, and you whining his name. “It’s okay, let it go” his voice soothes your burning soul, and you unconsciously ball up. “Shh, that’s it come on” you couldn't even moan, you just shuddered as you finally came. He lazily kissed your lips as you recovered.

“I-I think I’m ready for you, n-now” you stare at him, and he smiles back as he leans back rubbing your pussy, to get some of your juices to pump his cock with. He lines himself up with yourself. He slowly pushed himself into you, His moans were delectable, and his hands found yours as he leaned over you. “Move, plea- god.. please move.” You groan, and he obliges.

“Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna cum already. You feel amazing. My god, you know that? You're amazing, y’know?” He rambles, you mewl. “You are too, spidey- mm. God you’re- so so good at th-this. I-I'm -fuck.. I’m gonna cum a-again.” You seize up, Peter rubs your clit in circles and you buck against it, whining harshly. “P-Peter! Please- t-too much” you come feel yourself go numb. “Shh baby, just feel it.“ your eyes closed as you came again, and you pant.

“I’m not done with you yet, Hold on just a little more baby.” His voice was husky. You chuckled and nod “You and your inhuman st-stamina” Peter smiled touching his nose with yours. “Hey love, uhm- are you on? “ you snickered “Yes I’m on birth control. No worries, don’t wanna have any mini spideys around here” he chuckles as he starts Impaling you once more, and you gasp. “Holy fuck you’re so big-“ you gasp once more, gripping his arms. “Mm s-sorry” Peter groaned. “N-no it’s a good thing, oh-!” You start seeing stars as he slams into you once more.

“Good, mm- I’m almost there-“ he was breathless, your hands rubbing through his hair. “I-I can take it, p-please. Cum in me please, Peter.” Peter replies with a guttural moan as he pounds into you. You finally feel it, as his seed fills you, you see white, gripping his shoulder as you cum again.

(Smut ends here)

You jolt up, promptly regretting it as your sore body compels you back down on your bed, you grunt. You look down, an arm wrapped around your waist. What? Whose? How-? The mystery figure groans. Oh shit- you fucked Spider-Man last night. Well, Peter, he said his name was Peter.

“Morning love” you cast your eyes down again, He looked like a god with the sun rays on his face. His hands brushed against your face, “Morning Peter”

“So- I.. wanted to take you on a date to this coffee shop around the corner.” He traced circles on your skin and you hummed at the sensation. “Mm yeah that sounds nice, I’d love to go on a date with you.” You laugh. “Plus afterward, we can figure out how to not make a powerful sex potion.” He poked your nose, snorting at your joke. “Mm, I dunno I thought you liked it?” His eyes crinkled as you covered your hands up with your face. “God Peter no more teasing I’m already still cringing from what I said last night!” Both of you burst out laughing.

“Come on, let's go get some breakfast.” He sat up. “Check in the drawer I have some guy clothes in there from an ex a long time ago.” He nods that you're thankful he didn’t ask questions. You do the same, putting on some clothes.

You two hold hands as you both step outside, “Ready to face the world again, Spider-Man?” Peter nods. “I am when you're by my side.”

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morgana-ren · 3 years

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Hello friend, I've been watching you since you took notice of Astarion, officially, at least. I hope this message comes off as coherent since there are two massive obstacles between me and what I'd like to communicate: 1. alcohol. 2. Langue barrier. Anyway I hope no one's been giving you shit for your herrrrrretic interpretation of Astarion's character. You have my undying support in this matter. Speaking of dying, I am doing the very thing in anticipation of your own fanfic about Astarion. I feel like you're the only one around here who actually gets it. I'm sure you're the one who'll absolutely nail it too. But the main reason I'm writing this message is to share a gift, actually. You see, the very thing you express in your tags has been spoken by the narrator herself. In a short clip shared by Amelia Tyler she says a thing that seems to confirm what we both think will be the tone of the (toxic! ;)) relationship between the MC and Astarion. In the same video there are subtle mentions of things that are not yet in the early access, so it's clear she's refering to stuff we'll about see in the future still. It is not a lot. But I feel like it's a major hint if you'd like to argue that his storyline will not in fact be a heartwarming redemption arc everyone here seems to anticipate. Keep up the good work! Here's the link, everything here is absolutely hilarious so I'm not leaving a timestamp https://twitter.com/AmeliaTyler/status/1365997375643398144?s=20

Thankfully no shit! None thus far anyway lmao I await it patiently.

Oh thank you so much! I'm trying to work my way through the game and get him on highest approval so I can get a better idea about his personality and little quirks and such (I could resort to watching youtube but I want it organic dammit!) Hopefully I can nail him. lmao. He's a manipulative little bastard, and I honestly don't think that he's going to be healed through the 'power of love <3'. Like you can love a monster, but he's still a monster, so to speak. He's survived 200 years of terrible, awful torture and control at the hands of a cruel master. You think he's going to meet a girl and suddenly be on the up and up? Oh no. He'll probably turn right around and do the same thing to you, if only to keep you close and from ever leaving him.

"If you fancy Astarion, you might want to consider therapy. 'Oh, he's so damaged, I must have him" I want you to know I CACKLED, cause she's NOT WRONG. I'm drawn to broken, busted fucking men like a moth to a flame and burn baby burn.

Thank you so so much! If you have any ideas for a nasty little fic, be sure to send them my way. I learn through experience, so writing, biffing it, and trying again is how I'm eventually going to get this down lmao I'm more than happy to write anything- long or short.

#Morgana and friends #Astarion

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enigmawrappedinhypocrisy · 4 years

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Quest! For alone time - Barley Lightfoot x reader

*Fandom- Pixar’s Onward

*Pairings- Barley Lightfoot x F reader/you

*Warnings- NSFW - Smut Oral, fingering, safe sex, Fluff, constant cock blocking, Barley’s a good boy. Pre-established relationship. 2nd person pov

*Summary* You and Barley recently made the jump into the world of relationships but have found it infuriatingly hard to get any time alone together.

**A/N** So I haven’t really found many reader insert fanfics with Barley and only 2 that had smut, I think... so I decided If I want it I aught to write it...

**A/N 2**So I’m super positive Barley has to be at least 19 So you’re both ‘adults’ and your family treat you that way… the interruptions aren’t them intentionally trying to prevent your relationship or the more physical aspects of it. They’re more rooted in those people not being used to you being in a relationship… they never had to worry about walking in on something when you and Barley were only friends so it’s a bit of a transition for everyone. They’re also kinda oblivious to how annoying it is.

* ❀✦ Master List✦❀

You and Barley had been dating for a little while now, but had been friends for much longer before that.

So now that you were transitioning from friends to couples it was often hard to find times and places to be alone, as the people in both your lives would often disturb you. Thinking nothing about walking in on you whenever it pleased them.

You were both adults, and generally treated as such so the interruptions weren’t exactly intentional. Your parents weren’t trying to stop you from being affectionate with each other, but it was becoming increasingly more frustrating as time went on.

“Sorry dear I forgot”

“Oops i’m not looking- ignore me… just gotta get the laundry”

“Hey do you know where my- ahh Barley! Hang a sock!”

Going out on dates was fine. Unless friends decided to interrupt and make it a ‘friend thing’… twice!

Kisses good night- they were lovely. But did often result in “ohhs” and “ahhs” from nosy parents (and their cop boyfriends).

There were good morning texts, and phone calls late into the night. You’d often fall asleep talking to each other.

If ever one of you had a bad day the other was always a phone call away, and would often show up with cuddles and favorite snacks.

You let him rant to you about his mom’s boyfriend, and he held you whenever you had an argument with your mother.

All in all the relationship thing was working out nicely. You and Barley clicked really well and were able to help with whatever problems or insecurities arose in your lives.

There was just one problem…

That couldn’t be helped...

It had been about a month now since you two decided to become intimate but, due to circumstances, that was still a thing you’d been unable to achieve. Barely having enough alone time to make out let alone anything more than that, was starting to get frustrating.

He was really good about it though. Patient and understanding. Maybe he assumed you were nervous and didn’t want to push you into anything you weren’t ready for. He definitely didn’t want to mess up what you had, nor did he want to risk hurting you.

You weren’t nervous though, well maybe a little, but it wasn’t about that. You’ve loved him for years, wanted him for years. Ever since the day he found you walking to school, crying about some fight you had with your mother before leaving the house that morning.

He drove up beside you and offered you a ride. Despite knowing it wasn’t a good idea to hop into a stranger’s van something about him told you it was okay.

He listened to you, and made you laugh. Took your mind off your problems and reminded you of the good in the world.

You skipped school, driving to some secluded place with him, and talking for hours. By the time he dropped you at home you simply couldn’t imagine life without him. Even if you didn’t know it at the time, you fell in love with him that day.

Tonight though, tonight it was happening! Come hell or high water you were getting that boy in bed!

<How fair you, my lovely maiden?> your phone dings with a text from Barley

<Feeling kinda lonely> you respond, biting your lip awaiting his response.

<What about your parents?> He asks.

<On my way!!> He responds quickly, causing a smile to stretch across your face.

You quickly make sure everything is ready, your hair, your make-up, you wanted to look extra special for him tonight.

You’re just finishing as you hear Guinevere 2 pull up, and great Barley at the door with a kiss.

“Hey” He smiles down at you, hands planted on your hips.

“We got lucky” you take him by the hand and lead him through your house.

He follows you obediently, cheeks flushed. “When are your parents coming home?”

“Not for hours” You tell him, pulling him onto the couch. You wanted to take this a little slow, ignore how ‘booty call’ it really was. “They’re going to that restaurant they like”

He pulls you to sit in his lap, “That’s good” he strokes your thighs.

You lean in for a kiss, no matter how long you were together this never got old. The kiss was soft and loving, during which you clung to his jacket keeping him close.

“How was your day?” you ask between kisses.

“Better now, yours?” he chases your lips.

“Okay, I missed you a lot though” you nuzzle into his neck, kissing him again and again.

“Missed you too” Barley pulls you closer to him, inhaling your scent, using it to erase the stress of the day.

With the house empty for hours there was no reason to rush, and you wanted to enjoy all the alone time.

That was until the door opened, your parents entering in a hurry.

“Hey honey- you’re dad’s got an upset tummy so we had to come home early” your mom explains as your father rushes past her towards the bathroom. She pauses when she sees you, on the couch, on Barley, frown on your face. “Oh sorry, we’ll stay upstairs and out of your hair, just let me make some soup for your father… do you want anything?” she asks without really offering.

You sigh and fall forward slightly, your head resting on Barley’s shoulder. “No, don’t worry mom we should be heading out anyway”

“Oh… you seeing that new movie?” She asks, “the one with the space thing?” she tried

“Uh… yeah…” you force a smile before getting up, pulling Barley with you.

Every time…

Once outside you and Barley sigh, “so what do you wanna do?” he asks, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“You” you grin.

Barley laughs, “Okay, but… Oh! I think mom’s out with Corie tonight”

Your eyes light up, “Why didn’t you say so” you tug him towards Guinevere 2.

Soon you were on his bed, music blasting, fully wrapped up in a heavy make-out session.

“You locked the door right?” you lean back, pulling off your shirt.

“Lemme check” he pulls away from you, eyes never really leaving your form. This causes him to stumble over something.

“Careful” you chide playfully tossing your shirt at him.

He catches it with a grin before the door suddenly slams open.

Standing there with wide eyes is a very pink Ian.

“Did you need something?” Barley steps between his brother and a half naked you.

“Oh uh… mom wanted to make sure you took out the trash…”

“Okay- thank you,” Barley shuffles Ian out of the room.

He turns to you and ruffles his hair with a sigh.

“Now what?” he groans flopping back on the bed, arm thrown over his eyes.

You recover your shirt, pulling it back on, before you remember an obvious solution.

Crawling on the bed, getting closer to him, you ghost your fingers over his chest.

“Baby” you coo.

“Hmm?” he raises his arm to look at you.

“Guinevere” you smile at him.

“Um… okay? You want me to take you home?”

“No,” you pull him up, “You have a van”

“Yeeah?”

You tilt your head.

“Oh!” he grins, “good idea!”

You preen at the praise.

He suddenly jumps out of bed, grabs a few things, and is pulling you along behind him.

Taking the trash out on the way- cause he’s a good boy.

Barley drives around for a little while before finding a secluded spot, on the side of the road, to park.

Putting on some music he pulls you into a kiss before you scamper away towards the back.

Flopping down, you smile up at him doing grabby hands.

With a laugh Barley lunges towards you, instantly attacking you with kisses. His hand moves up your shirt while you giggle about his cold fingers.

Pushing him back you demand he removes his shirt while you do the same tossing them together in a pile.

He returns to you as soon as possible, taking his time worshiping your body. Kissing down from your jaw to your chest, he runs his hands over your soft flesh before you pull him back up for a fiery kiss.

“I can’t believe we waited so long” you sigh as he pulls down your leggings.

“I didn’t want to pressure you” he runs his hands up your legs to grip your thighs, encouraging you to spread them.

“Our families didn’t help…” you gasp as he leans forward placing a kiss on your warmth, still covered by panties in his favorite color.

He ‘hmms’ before pulling the fabric aside and smirking up at you. Leaning forward he kisses your pussy once before diving in.

His tongue, his lips, he was amazing and you couldn’t understand how anything could feel so good. Hands tangling in his hair you quickly lose yourself to the pleasure, gasping his name again and again.

You were almost there, nearly at the edge, legs wrapped around his shoulders when a heavy knock sounds on the drivers window.

“Son of a!” You hiss, only now seeing the police lights.

“This isn’t possible!” Barley groans, pulling on his shirt and wiping his face, causing you to blush.

Covering yourself with a convenient blanket, you stay out of sight while Barley goes to the driver's seat to deal with the cop. Who, unsurprisingly, also doubles as his mom’s boyfriend.

“Yes Colt?” he sighs.

“Barley, what are you doing out here?!” the centaur questions, trying to look into the van, his tone accusing.

“Just thought i’d sit here for a bit, listen to some music,” the elf half grins. It wasn’t a full lie…

The centaur officer begins lecturing Barley on safety and rules and such. How it wasn’t smart to park on the side of the road at night, no matter the reason.

You’re not really happy with the way he talks to the man who one day might be his step son but keep your mouth shut wiggling into your pants instead.

“Alright, alright I’m leaving” the elf gives in with an irritated groan, putting Guinevere in ‘O’ he pulls out and drives away.

By this time you’re, once again, redressed and you join him up front with a frown.

“It’s okay Barley baby, we can try this again tomorrow” you offer and are surprised when he grins at you in response. Raising an eyebrow you question him.

“I have one last idea” he winks, driving down the dark road for a short while before taking a barely visible side path that leads up a hill to a cliff overlooking the city.

“I found this place after a particularly bad day” he tells you, before ordering your eyes closed.

“Barley” you whine but have to give in when you see the starry eyed way he looked at you.

Holding his hand for guidance you step out of the van.

You open your eyes at his instruction and are amazed at the sight before you. The bright lights of the city below contrast with the glittering stars in the dark sky above. The moons are large and bright as fireflies dance around you.

Once again you find yourself amazed and totally enamored with this sweet sensitive elf.

Ever since you were younger he was constantly showing you how lovely he was. This was the place he took you that day so many years ago, and several emotions grip your heart all at once.

“Barley...” you coo in a small voice.

Arms wrap around you from behind, and he presses a kiss to your hair. Leaning back into his chest you find yourself content to stay like this forever.

“I love you, you know that right” you purr up at him.

Blinking down at you in surprise Barley looks almost in tears. Surprised and worried you turn in his embrace grasping his face gently.

“Barley?” you question but soon let out a sound of surprise as he scoops you up, hands on your ass holding you tightly to him. He promptly pulls you into a needy kiss to which you happily respond wondering why he was reacting this way.

Then you realize this might have been the first time you had actually said it, even if you felt it for so long.

“I love you too!” He tells you, once he pulls away enough to do so.

“You’re amazing” you nuzzle him, legs wrapping around him for support.

He kisses you again, this time softer and more romantic.

You pull back before he was ready, “Barley baby-”

“Hmm?”

“I remember something mentioned earlier... about you... doing me…” you nip his jaw playfully trying to get him back on track.

With another laugh - music to your ears - Barley walks back over to the van.

Never letting you down, he reaches into the back and pulls out the blanket you used earlier to cover yourself. He lays it on the ground before placing you on top.

Looking down at you with heart eyes he once again removes your pants. He blushes before catching your eye.

“Oh no… looks like I left my panties in your car, must not have put them back on before” you shrug trying to appear innocent.

“I never took them off you” he chuckles, brushing a finger over your folds.

“oh-Ohhhh” you begin with a teasing tone which quickly becomes a needy moan as he gives your clit a little flick.

“Bad girl” he chides.

You only grin and pull him down into another kiss, during which he slowly begins undoing his shorts just enough to pull his elfhood out, hissing as it’s exposed to the cooler air.

Leaning back a bit, Barley teases your pussy with his cock. Wetting it with your juices, and finding himself thoroughly entranced by sight of you spread before him. Open and eager for what was to come. He’d seen your pussy several times before but it was always like the first time.

“Please baby,” you gently encourage him, lifting your hips slightly, needing to be closer.

He smirks down at you, dragging his tip against your clit all the while applying more pressure.

“Oh!” he stops suddenly, and for a moment you swore if you were being interrupted again you’d jump off this cliff. Instead he reaches into his pocket pulling out a little plastic square. Aww, Good boy…

You watch with a smile as he quickly pulls the condom on and returns to teasing your entrance.

“Barley” you huff in half annoyance. Having been teased all night, you were eager to get on with it. You needed him inside you and were getting tired of waiting.

With a smirk he suddenly pushes into your opening, slowly sinking all the way in; shuddering with the pleasure of being fully sheathed in your warmth.

Your eyes widen with surprise at how complete you felt with him inside. He was so thick and filled you completely.

“You feel so good,” he tells you, his ears flushed, eyes glued to your face. “Warm, soft” he sighs softly.

You wrap your legs around him in an attempt to pull him closer to you, and encourage him to begin moving.

Taking the hint, Barley buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he adjusts to being inside you. He kisses your neck and smiles at your soft moans.

Slowly at first but soon picking up speed he begins thrusting into you. Before long a pace is set and you’re letting out needy little sounds, not even sure what you were saying anymore, or if it was comprehensive at all.

“Don’t you dare stop” you whine, once again so close to your release as your arms wrap around him tightly.

“What was that?” he teases pulling back to watch your face.

“Barley I swear” you growl quickly transitioning to a whine when he reaches down and begins rubbing tight circles into your sensitive clit.

“‘You almost there?” He asks, eyes showing both amusement and reverence at the same time. Which shouldn’t be possible. Why is he so flippin’ cute?!

You whine.

“Hmm?” he smirks.

“Yes, yes! Barley I’m almost there pleease” you cling to his arms and try to remember to get revenge later.

“Ugh- me too” he huffs out and begins fucking into you harder.

He’s so deep and manages to hit every sensitive part inside you. It was as if you’d been having sex for years, and he had long since memorized everything about you. Everything you liked and everywhere inside you that made you cry out his name.

“Oh cum with me baby, Barley cum with me” you babble, too lost in your pleasure.

Your nails dig into his arms slightly as your eyes close, you’re almost there...

With a sharp cry your eyes open wide as you cum. They’re fixed on his face and you watch the man above you come undone, brow furrowed, jaw clenched, he’s so, so handsome; and you’re so in love.

Pulling out of you with a sigh, Barley collapses next to you on the blanket.

“Why did we wait so long?” he pants, eyes closed.

You smile and shake your head turning towards him, “You were playing hard to get.”

He lets out a breathy laugh, “Sorry it won't happen again”

“Better not” you move, suddenly, leaning over him.

“What ‘chu doing?” he asks, opening one eye to watch you curiously.

With gentle fingers you reach for his cock, brushing down his length softly.

“Hold on baby i’m not-” he tries to sit up.

You shush him, and encourage him to lean back with a gentle push.

“Just,” you pull the condom off, tying it and leaving it aside, “Trust me”

“Oh” he blushes.

You lean down and lovingly clean his cock with your tongue, before tucking him away and refastening his pants. Not before making a mental note to repay his teasing in the future.

You quickly pull your leggings back on before rejoining him on the blanket, resting your head on his chest.

“Worth the wait?” He asks wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him.

“Oh, definitely” you nuzzle into him, content and happy. “I love you” You remind him.

“Love you too” his smile was bright and that alone was worth the wait.

❀✦ Master List✦❀

#Onward #barley lightfoot #Barley #Barley x reader #Barley Lightfoot x reader #Barley x you #Fluff #Smut #Fanfic #it's kinda cute though

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obsessedaizawa · 2 years

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Hiya everyone! I hope you all are having a lovely day! ^_^

These are some old wallpaper I made for my computer years ago- I came across it as I was cleaning out old folders! SO I decided to post them- Some of which I did when I was in a bad spot mentally! Editing helps me cope with my bipolar and it makes me extremely happy to create stuffz- Anyways work today was stressful and tiring near the end- We were short a person so it was just the duo todayz~ I had Arby’s for lunch and was patiently awaiting till I got home! I’m currently working on an Sundrop/Moondrop X Reader Fanfic! It WILL most DEFINITELY be a lengthy one as I have a lot to write about. It will be chapter base so when it’s ready for release be on the lookout~ That’s all for now! Might post some stuffz laterz tonight or have them in the queue~ - obsessedaizawa

#shadow the hedgehog #yona of the dawn #best friend #graphic design #wallpaper #anime #sonic the hedgehog #editing #resting #anime edit #sonic edit

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sardonyxie · 3 years

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Ok so I’ve had this idea for quite a while now and I really needed to write it down.

What if Petra grew up in the underground ?!

So here’s the thing: we know there’s contraband, people guarding the stairs for money, brothels, gangs, and everything, so I’ve been thinking about Petra’s dad being one of the wealthiest men of the underground. He owns many businesses and has his own bodyguards/hitmen (mafia-ish, without explicitly naming it like that). He could drop everything and get citizenship for Petra and him, but many things are holding him back there.

At a young age, Petra realized the conditions in which most people lived in and the chance she had to be well off. As such, she vowed to study medicine in order to help those who didn’t have the means to get proper medical attention.

After a time skip of many years, she finally becomes a doctor and dedicated herself to help the people in need. One night while she’s treating a patient, they attack her badly to get back at her father. Mr. Ral is furious about the ordeal and refuses that Petra practices anymore until the issue is resolved. Petra being the head strong woman she is argues with her father about his drastic measures, causing a bit of a rift between the two of them.

Cue Levi! Of course being the “king” of the Underground, Mr. Ral knows about Levi being a merciless thug and that he along with Farlan are currently struggling to put food on the table for every member of their gang. To make amends with his daughter, he offers Levi to pay him to guard Petra while she’s working. Easy money, easy job, Levi accepts the deal and starts his job the moment Petra is back on her feet.

After many weeks of working together, Levi learns to enjoy Petra’s joyful company and starts to develop a little crush he believes is one-sided. Little did he know, Petra feels the same way about him and they eventually start to see each other. He shows her how to use the ODM gear and she shows him how to sow and to make stitches. Eventually, another attempt on Petra’s life and Levi goes berserk on them. They finally find the organisation behind the attacks and Mr. Ral is able to dismantle it.

Levi, now in a relationship with Petra, feels guilty about being paid for looking after his girlfriend and comes clean to her father. Not really one to go against his daughter’s wishes, he gives his approval. They eventually get married and live together along with Farlan and the others. Isabel will arrive later on.

They got twin boys quite early (I have to specify, Petra is closer to Levi’s age, maybe a year or two younger) and were living a decent life until Erwin, Miche and the others came for Levi. Their sons are now 5 years old and to keep them safe he sends them along with their expecting mother to grandpa Ral’s place until the issue is resolved. However, he gets taken by the scouts, and the rest is pretty much canon compliant at this point. When Levi comes back from the expedition, he tells Erwin there are still important people left for him back "home". Petra and the twins are then brought to Trost where the future awaits them.

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Edit: I had my reservations about them having kids at first. It seemed unlogical since it is the Underground and both of them would never wish for any child to live in these conditions. However, I believe they are ultimately driven by the goal of helping their people in their own ways and would love to have it carried on. Were the boys planned? Not really but both of them were happy with the thought of having mini Levis and Petras around. Plus grandpa Ral is always there to lend a hand and would never let his family live in misery.

I might make a fanfic out of this lol but it's going to take a while if I do it. Anyway, do we like it? Let me know what you think, I love reading everyone's comments! 🥰

#rivetra #levi x petra #Don't worry I'm not giving up on ModernAU #I just had to write it down since I had too many ideas about this one #onyx writes #onyx writes snk #It's midnight here and I have assignments to finish tomorrow what am I even doing

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sooibian · 3 years

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I'M NOT TOO LATE FOR THE FAVES ASK AM I? Trust me to be fashionably late always 😌 BUT ANYWAYS HERE GOES

-> IRS & Prejudice for purely selfish reasons 😌💕 because OC and Minseok make a great pair, what can I say? 😁😏😏😏

-> Flambe because the pairing was SO SO CUTE i love them together 🤧 the characters were 👌 and who doesn't love chef Soo??? Or food science for that matter??

-> Star-Crossed because EYELINER WEARING KNIFE WIELDING BAEK ANGST just soothes my soul? (Also that floating flower crown scene replays in my head at random ass moments and I crie 😭😭😭 can i has?)

-> the Daisy Oracle CAUSE IT HURTED ME AND IM A SUCKER FOR PAIN APPARENTLY

-> now that i think about it, your Baekhyun angst is all 👌👌👌 because i was now going to add My Loveable Curse to this list and yeah. YEAH THAT ONE. Someone hold me 😭💔

Anyway writernim, i await your future work both patiently and excitedly because it's obvious you've grown so much as a writer and I'm proud of you 😌💖

the way i'm crying why you do dis to me, mrs. kim?

ofc oc and minseok make the best pair in irs and prejudice. it was written after thorough observation, analysis, compatibility tests...maybe some clairvoyance was involved idk 🔮🤷‍♀️ my aries fire babies i love them with all. my. heart! and i will fite anyone who comes in their way (i'm looking at a certain taurus corgi)

speaking of mr. corgi 🥲 even tho i'm ready to fite him i can't see him hurting. knife wielding eyeliner!baek in star-crossed was sexy af (flower crown! flower crown! flower crown! preteen baek was such a cheeky fellow!) but pls hurting my nis agent byun is something i will never do again 😬 from now on, only happy endings for the corgi on this blog! the daisy oracle omg ari 🥺 tbh i didn't quite like it at first so thank you for helping me see what i couldn't... especially proud of the laundry scene.

flambé and my lovable curse are my babies!!!! nothing makes me happier than knowing bestie loves them too 🥺💖 i'm planning to write another chef!soo since i simply cannot get enough!

ariana, thank you for always being there. everytime i've been down in the dumps about writing or life in general, you've helped me out in ways you cannot imagine. love you, unnie! 💓 i'm entirely underserving 😐

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

#saved #his-mochi-cheeks #ask games!#asks

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seaquestions · 3 years

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faith in gold

hey so last night at like 1am i ended up writing a 1.2k fanfic about snare, and what if he didnt die in lsotw. its got some snare/impactor vibes, yknow its got some yearning, some longing. enjoy! (warning for eye trauma and thoughts of dying.)

Excerpt: Perhaps Impactor felt like he owed Snare something. Perhaps he felt kinship, having both lived through Overlord’s rule. Snare couldn’t tell, halfway dead as he was.

Snare couldn’t dodge Stalker’s shot, not that fast. It hurt bad, shattering his optic and dislodging the right clasp of his face mask. He screamed as it happened, but he could barely speak now, his back on the rough floor. Sparks flew from exposed wires. His remaining eye could barely focus upward, his intakes were stuttery. Maybe he was lucky that Stalker’s shot missed his brain module, maybe not, depending on how you look at it. The pain was overwhelming, but not as much as the feeling of dread and despair that quickly ran up his spine. Right before death by impalement, Stalker sent out a comm to Overlord. And if Overlord was coming, he was going to be dead later even if he held onto life now.

How much faith did he place on the Wreckers to get the job done? He didn’t know. He couldn’t compute the odds, not now that all his power was routed towards not dying. But even if they weren’t, what would the point be?

A yellow and purple blur crouched next to him. Impactor. Snare gave as much information as he could. After what felt like an eternity of being helpless under Overlord’s command, he could at least spend his dying breaths doing something useful. It was a less than ideal death—he would’ve preferred to have escaped Garrus-9 at least—but it was realistic. And Snare considered himself a realist, mostly, with brief moments of idealism that he’d usually consider lapses in judgment.

Although freeing Impactor didn’t turn out to be one, at least not yet. If the Wreckers succeeded… Well, it was a roll of the dice. But there was a chance he did something good.

Then Impactor offered to keep him alive. Move him somewhere safe. Snare didn’t have the slightest clue on where could be safe in this hellhole of a prison. Even if he survived, what life would await him? Snare was tired. Very tired.

Impactor’s scarred face looked tired too. He wasn’t scowling, not like he usually did, but the lines on his face felt deeper than ever. He repeated the offer, gentler this time. He was already gentle before, but it was almost a whisper now. It felt like an oath. How uncharacteristic of him. Perhaps Impactor felt like he owed Snare something. Perhaps he felt kinship, having both lived through Overlord’s rule. Snare couldn’t tell, halfway dead as he was. He could feel his plating start to cool, just a bit, and couldn’t stop himself from weakly inching ever so slightly towards the other mech. He felt the rumble of Impactor’s engine, the gold of the wrecker’s optics on him, and closed his remaining eye.

Snare was tired of thinking. Let someone else decide for him.

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He woke up to brightness.

If it weren’t for the sounds of medical machinery, he would’ve asked aloud if he was in the Afterspark. Snare was never a religious mech, but it felt like the thing to do. Regardless, that was definitely not the case.

“Snare, correct?” someone asked.

The jet looked to his left, and sitting on a stool next to him was the Wreckers’ sniper-slash-scientist, Perceptor.

“Y-yeah,” he replied. His voice was weak still.

Perceptor wrote down something on a datapad, then leant over him to grab a box he couldn’t see. It was at that point that Snare realised he was still missing his right eye.

“You aren’t quite healed yet,” the sniper said, as if reading his mind, “but the procedure is almost done. Anyway. What colour optic would you like?” he asked, presenting Snare with the box.

Spare optics, in various colours. But not green.

“Green is rare. You understand, yes?” said Perceptor.

Snare nodded. Green wasn’t his original eye colour anyway. He’d gotten quite attached to it though. The Skomiloch Territories were a distant memory now, but he kept the optical filter that came with the mission and so did the rest of his team. It made them feel like they belonged together.

(And then they all died one after the other. Stalker had been the last to go, right after blasting Snare’s eye off and leaving him as the last mech standing. Funny, that.)

There were a lot of blues in the box and that was a big no immediately. He could go with red, which was his original colour, but…

His hand moved before he could finish the thought.

Perceptor took it from him and nodded. “Gold it is. Would you like to be offline for this?”

Snare thought for a second. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

“No.”

“Then I’d like to stay awake.”

While Perceptor went about his task, Snare’s mind was racing. The Autobots won, clearly. He wouldn’t be here if Overlord did. What did that mean for him? Were they going to keep him prisoner? They couldn’t just let him go, could they? He was still a Decepticon, after all. Well, Snare didn’t feel any particular love for his faction at the moment and didn’t really want to go back actually, but his wants were never especially relevant, so. Best to ignore them if he were to think rationally here. Would he join the Autobots? He’d rather not. Disillusioned with the cons he may be, but Snare still disliked the bots. Maybe he could go neutral and run away. But that would make it easy for the DJD to pick him off, wouldn't it? He wouldn’t even be a challenge for them; he’d probably be someone they off while on their way to a real target. And Snare wasn’t in the mood to die at the moment. Not when someone had clearly gone through the trouble of keeping him alive…

“It's done,” Perceptor said, leaning back. Snare felt a mirror being handed to him, “Satisfactory?”

Holding the mirror up to his face, Snare could see that his mask was the cleanest it had been in forever. But more importantly, his eyes were… Well, it would take some getting used to. Gold was an optic colour that stood out, and so was green. He didn’t really know how he felt. He hoped he wouldn’t lose his other eye anytime soon, at least.

“I believe that’s one of Impactor’s spares, actually,” Perceptor idly commented as he cleaned up the medical supplies.

Impactor. “Where is he?” Snare asked.

Perceptor shrugged.

The jet put the mirror down. “What’s that mean?”

“It means I don’t know where he is. He left as soon as he was pardoned. No trace of him here,” Perceptor explained.

Figures. He’d have his life saved and he couldn’t even talk to the guy who did it. Not that Impactor would appreciate a thank you. And it wasn’t as if Snare had asked him to do it either. But he still would’ve liked to know why the mech saved him. Impactor wasn’t exactly known for his kindness and compassion towards Decepticons—or anyone really.

Snare poked at the metal surrounding his new eye. A bit sensitive but mostly healed. He looked at his reflection in the mirror he set down. He couldn’t stop looking at the gold.

“This was his,” Snare said quietly.

Perceptor paused and glanced at his patient. “It was once meant for him, yes,” he said, and then went back to cleaning up.

Snare closed his eyes and felt an ache deep in his spark. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him now. But he knew, he was going to make sure that he’d meet Impactor again. Sooner or later. He whispered it, just to himself.

It felt like an oath.

#transformers #maccadam #impactor #tf snare #lsotw #fanfiction #im posting here cuz.. yanno #but anyway! as always pls read my fan fiction......

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whimsywit · 3 years

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Hey, it's me again! ^.^ I was wondering if I could order a red velvet truffle this time. As a reminder, here's the info from the previous request (with new info that I forgot to mention on the other one 😅):

I'm a 5'4" tall, straight Virgo girl with brown eyes, glasses (I only need them for distance since my eyes can't focus all too well). My hair color is currently blonde, but I'm dying it platinum blonde (dying it from dark auburn so the color rn is kinda a caramel color). I'm pretty chubby, but I guess not that chubby since I'm not obese but not exactly healthy either....

Let's see... I'm pretty shy at first when meeting knew people, and tend to talk so fast I trip over my words from time to time and get tongue tied (This gets worse around a guy I like and it frustrates me). The more someone gets to know me, the more talkative I become (which doesn't mean I wanna talk all the time, I'd be happy listening to him talk more than me, but I do tend to go into an excited rant like Midoriya if someone brings up something I really like [aka MHA 🤣]). I'm sweet, caring, loyal to a fault but I can be stubborn when I wanna be and insecure (boy with me must have extreme patience)...

I love listening to music, singing (I haven't sang in front of a huge crowd before), reading, writing (though my brain jumps back and forth between ideas, so I haven't exactly finished writing a fanfic yet 😅). I get flustered easily when complimented, so....

Dislikes include bullies (I was bullied myself, so I hate it when other people do it) cheaters (been cheated on in a relationship, no way do I wanna go through it again), alcoholics and drug addicts (I would explain why but I don't wanna get into something that might trigger someone, so I won't get into the details, just know that my biological Dad was one and I've seen what alchohol and drugs can do to someone... It's not pretty)

Talents: I know for sure that singing is one of them (which is one of my hobbies XD) and I'm told I'm a talented writer (writing is also one of my hobbies :3), but given the fact that I have a brain that keeps switching focus on ideas for different fandoms I haven't finished anything yet 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅

Fears: The list could go on forever.... I have a slight stage fright (I shake a bit until I start singing, but I don't freeze up, never ask me to public speak thou...). I'm insecure as well, so my biggest fear is not being good enough (I can't remember if I already told you if I'm insecure and the boy paired with me is gonne have to be super duper patient 😅)

Aspirations: I really wanna be a singer one day (I'm actually doing voice lessons so I'm on my way there! ^.^) I'm good at writing lyrics but composing music? Not so much XD Oh, I do eventually wanna have a family, just later down the road with the right guy ^.^

I admire someone who is brave, compassionate, loyal to a fault (as loyal as I am ^.^ and I don't mind if he gets a bit protective of me XD)...

But, since I got dragged into too much drama during high school, I hate people who spread rumors for attention, players (people who date multiple people), and I usually stay away from people who are arrogant beyond belief (believing in urself is important, but it becomes a problem if you're over confident, know what I mean?) and people who are conceited (not to say that loving yourself isn't important, it is! I just don't like it when people are obsessed with themselves.... If that made any sense XD)

Anyways, thank you for even reading this and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!

OKAY GIRL FIRST OF ALLLLL tysm for all the likes on my stuff, it means so much that you like and support my blog even tho this took forever for me to get to (i really appreciate you for waiting so long btw) 🥺💖💗 Now, for your patiently awaited matchup, I thought you’d be best with...

Izuku Midoriya!

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OOH back to back protag boyfriends, lucky you ;0 It actually took me a while to land on him but I have no idea why, you guys are so similar it hurts in the best way possible oml—

First off, he’s ecstatic to find someone that doesn’t mind his muttering and rambling, even more so when he discovers you do it too! You’re both naturally shy and easily flustered (which makes for some very entertaining scenes when you’re both pining for each other and get all stuttery and flushed, people have full on brought out snacks and watched 👀👀) but it also means you understand one another well, able to comfort and assure the other with ease.

In more ways than one, if you really think about it. Both of you have a history of bullying, a tendency for low self-esteem, daddy issues, gosh your relationship is so mutualistic both of you always know what to say to lift the other up 🥺 On top of all that you also greatly admire each other—Izuku’s the bravest and sweetest guy you know by far, while he thinks you’re incredibly talented in turn. You constantly support each other with your goals, heroism and stardom respectively, fighting back whenever insecurities and doubts start to bleed through because you just care for the other so so deeply, and I’m def starting to sound like a broken record so lemme move onto the zodiac portion asjfakshswajdb

Izuku is a Cancer, a bit more of an emotional sign than Virgos tend to be, but that doesn’t make you guys any less close! The relationship is a very sincere, secure, and down-to-earth one, as along with everything else you have near-identical beliefs and domestic desires (which will make his mom very happy, she’s always wanted grandkids ûwû) so no matter what hiccups you may face, you guys always power through it ^w^

There’s not much else to say lmao, you guys are practically inseparable. All your nights are spent reading together and discussing your writings, yours being stories while his were hero notes, listening to music all the while, until it gets turned down in favor of your voice that sings him to sleep. He much prefers it anyway, and will for the rest of his life〜

#order up: red velvet truffle!#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha matchup #mha matchup #anime matchup #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #midoriya bnha #midoriya mha #izuku bnha #izuku mha #deku bnha #deku mha

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theladyofdeath · 4 years

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A S H E S {4}

ACOTAR fanfiction, Cassian x Nesta. Modern AU, in Velaris.

Summary: Cassian gets injured in battle and the scars are permanent, leaving him forced to go home to Velaris. Although he’s happy to be home with his family and friends, being back proves to be far more difficult than he expected.

A/N: And so it continues.

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It had been a long week.

Cassian had gone to Velaris High every day right when the school day started and spent all day in his office, learning plays and about his team. Practices went well. The kids were all well behaved and respected him greatly.

He was actually enjoying himself.

It was Friday afternoon, the hot sun still high in the sky as practiced wrapped up.

“Alright,” Cassian said, loudly, in the huddle. “Next Friday is our first game. We’ve come a long way this week. Everyone’s doing great. Have a good weekend, don’t make too many bad decisions.” A few of the grins on his team's faces told him that direction would be ignored. “I’ll see you all Monday.”

They put their helmets up in the air, clustered together, and shouted Vikings before they dispersed off the field and into the locker room.

Cassian turned around to clean up the equipment on the sidelines to find a visitor sitting on the bench.

“Come to admire the coach?” He asked.

Nesta rolled her eyes. “I came to tell the coach that he’s full of himself.”

Cassian chuckled. “Fair enough. Going out with your sisters tonight?”

She sighed. “Yeah. Feyre got a sitter, so it’s just the three of us, which hasn’t happened in forever. What are the boys doing?”

“Sitting at the apartment, drinking.”

Nesta laughed. “So, some things haven’t changed.”

Cassian grinned. “No, except now it’s legal and we don’t have to sneak the beer past our parents.”

Nesta laughed, a twinkle in her eyes. “That was fun.”

“Yeah,” Cassian said, voice becoming gentler. “It was.”

“I’m picking you up at eight tomorrow, by the way.”

Cassian froze from where he was putting a football into a giant drawstring bag. “What?”

“Our date.”

“No, I know, but...I mean, I was planning on picking you up.”

Nesta stood, brushing off her violet skirt. “Too manly to break tradition?”

“I-no-“

“Then I’ll see you at eight,” she said, a grin on her pink lips. “Bye, Nazari.”

Cassian didn’t move, didn’t say goodbye as he watched her walk off the field and disappear behind the bleachers.

———

“You and Nesta? A date? It’s about damn time.”

Rhysand was lying on the carpet of Azriel’s living room, already feeling the whiskey.

Cassian shrugged from his seat on the couch. “She seems excited about it. Well, as excited as Nesta can get.”

Azriel huffed a laugh before downing the rest of his bottle. “She even told Elain about it. That’s saying something.”

“Thinking about you and Elain,” Cassian began, “when are you gonna pop the question?”

Azriel looked away as the tips of his ears turned pink. “I don’t know. Soon. Maybe.”

“Being married is the best,” Rhys slurred. “Especially when your wife is a freak, like mine.”

Cassian rolled his eyes. “I’m sure Feyre will be pleased to hear such a compliment.”

Rhysand just laughed before popping open another bottle. “I’m just saying. There’s nothing better than promising yourself to your soulmate. One person who knows you better than anyone. And, you can have sex whenever you want.”

“Az already does that,” Cassian winked, sending Azriel’s ears into chaos again.

“Anyways, we were talking about you and Nesta,” Azriel said, clearing his throat.

Cassian shook his head. “Nothing more to say.”

Azriel And Rhys exchanged a glance.

“Since when did you become so….private?” Rhys asked, wiggling his eyebrows as he dragged out the last word.

Cassian wasn’t sure how to answer that, although he doubted Rhysand would even remember asking the question when the morning arrived.

He had become private, in his time away. Not at first, exactly, but over time. As time had gone on, Cassian had hardened, slowly, more and more. Although he was good at putting on a light, carefree show, he didn’t open up as he once did.

Cassian shrugged. “Not being private, there’s just nothing more to say.”

Azriel tossed his empty bottle onto the rug. “You two were the couple everyone thought would get together after high school, get married, have kids…”

Cassian pulled out his phone, scrolling through his newsfeed when he said, “So?”

“I’m just saying,” Azriel began, opening a new bottle and bringing it to his lips. “It’s not like this is some random girl you’re taking on a date. It’s Nesta. There’s history there.”

Rhysand nodded and mumbled his agreement.

They were right, of course. It wasn’t a normal first date. There was history. They had been best friends all through high school, and he had fallen in love with her during their senior year. They’d talked about starting something, but then Cassian had joined the army, and that was that.

“It’s like picking up on the tenth date,” Rhysand followed, blinking rapidly. “You gonna take her back to her place? Invite yourself inside? Get some?”

Cassian sat down his phone and took a drink. “Get some?”

“Sex,” he whispered, making Azriel chuckle and Cassian roll his eyes.

“Thank you, dumbass,” Cassian said. “I don’t plan on getting any.”

Rhysand frowned, looking into his bottle to find it empty, completely forgetting he was a part of the conversation.

“Do you think Nesta thinks that?” Cassian asked, looking to Azriel. “That it’s like starting on the tenth date? Has Elain said anything?”

“No.” Azriel shook his head. “Just that she’s excited.”

Cassian nodded, hoping the subject would be dropped.

Rhysand soon found humor in his hands, which he randomly thought to be massive, sending Azriel into a laughing fit of his own.

He’d have to cut them both off soon. Either cut them off, or watch them make fools of themselves.

The latter sounded more fun.

But Cassian couldn’t drink anymore.

He couldn’t do much of anything.

Because now he was nervous as hell for his date with Nesta.

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It was almost eight o clock and Cassian was staring at the handful of outfits he had in his bag. Shopping for something new would’ve been a good idea...if he’d thought of it two hours earlier. He would’ve borrowed something from Azriel, but all of his clothes were too tight.

So, that left Cassian to stare at his shit while wearing nothing but his raggedy old boxers.

Sighing, he grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on, just as she knocked on the door.

“Coming!” He called, then cursed under his breath. His choices included an old Velaris High tee shirt and a long-sleeved, plain black tee.

He chose the black one, barely getting it over his head before the door pushed open.

Nesta stood in the threshold, a red dress tightly fitted against her body, long-sleeved, reaching her mid-thigh. With her heels, she was nearly as tall as he was. Her hair was down in long, loose curls.

He raised a brow at her, pulling his shirt down to the hem of his jeans. “Still impatient, I see.”

She shrugged. “Patient people never get shit done.”

Cassian huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “I guess not.”

After grabbing his wallet and slipping on his boots, they were out the door of Azriel’s apartment and hitting the streets of Velaris.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked.

Cassian chuckled. “You picked me up, remember? Haven’t you planned our lovely evening?”

She gave him a sidelong glance. “Expected me to do all the work, did you?”

His grin widened as he offered her his arm. “Don’t worry. I’ve got big plans.”

She slipped her arm through his with an eye roll. “Mother help us.”

He led her down the Sidra, the sinking sun causing the clear blue water to sparkle. There was a small dancefloor set up just outside of the artists’ corner, surrounded by old wooden tables and local vendors. String lights were hung above the dance floor as they all awaited the appearance of the captivating starlight.

“Care to give dancing another chance?” He asked, leading her onto the floor.

The music was soft, coming for a string quartet sitting off to the side. The last time they had danced, the evening had taken a turn for the worse.

But Cassian felt perfectly comfortable as he took Nesta in his arms and swayed back and forth to the sweet sound of the violin.

They danced for hours. Cassian had completely forgotten about his hunger as they talked and laughed. He hadn’t laughed so much in a long time.

This was his childhood best friend. The only person to understand him. Yes, it was different, but it didn’t all have to be different. They had almost begun something before he left a decade ago, they should have begun something. Then again, it had been ten years. Ten years was a long time. How much did he really know about Nesta archeron? The woman, not the girl he’d known so long ago.

“You look like your deep in thought,” Nesta said, voice quiet, as they swayed back and forth.

“I’m not the same person I was, Nesta,” he said. He tried not to sound bitter, tried not to sound hurt, but failed.

The rare smile she had began to fade. “I know that. Neither am I.”

“Exactly,” he said, his hand tightening around hers. “What do we really know about each other? After all this time?”

She shook her head. “Isn’t that what we’re doing here? Finding out?”

Cassian let out a breath.

“I’m not stupid, Cassian,” she began, coming to a halt and stepping back. “I know full well that we’re not the same kids we were at eighteen.”

Cassian didn’t know what to say. He had a million thoughts running through his mind that he couldn’t quite sort. “I didn’t mean to imply that you were stupid.”

She shook her head. “Maybe this is a mistake. Yeah? Maybe you’re not ready for this. Maybe you need time-“

“Don’t fucking tell me what I need,” Cassian spat.

Nesta’s lips snapped shut into a straight line. Without another word, she turned on her heels and walked away.

Every other couple on the dance floor was left looking awkwardly at Cassian.

After a long string of quiet curses, Cassian followed.

Nesta had grabbed her clutch and sweater and began to walk back toward Azriel’s apartment, where her car was parked.

“Nesta!” Cassian called after her.

She didn’t stop.

Cassian shoved his hands in his pockets as he followed her down the boardwalk of the Sidra.

“NES, stop!” He called.

She didn’t.

As onlookers followed his movements, Cassian ran. Once he caught up with her, he grabbed her hand.

She halted, although she wasn’t too pleased about it. “What.”

“I’m sorry.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah? About what?”

Cassian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I…”

Nothing else came out and Nesta let out a long, slow breath. “I know, you’ve been through a lot. I get it.”

“But you don’t get it,” Cassian said. “And I don’t expect you to. You will never get it, none of you will. Only I understand. Me, alone. And that fucking sucks. I hate it, Nesta. I hate the memories I have, hate the feelings that overcome me out of nowhere. I hate that I wake up in a pool of my own sweat every night and can’t hear loud noises without panicking. I hate that the sight of fire, or blood, has me feeling sick to my stomach. I hate that I can’t take you on a proper date without ruining it. Okay? I hate it, and you deserve better. At least...at least let me walk you back to Az’s.”

She shook her head. “Cass-“

“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” he said, unable to control the words flowing out of his mouth. “But I don’t need time, Nes. Time...I’m terrified of time. Terrified of my thoughts, terrified of tomorrow, okay? I’m scared shitless. I-“

“Okay,” Nesta breathed, her palm resting against his stubbled cheek as the words flowed out of him without a pause.

“I’m scared,” he whispered, and there was no shame in it. Terror lit his hazel eyes and it was then that Nesta realized just how little she did understand of this new Cassian, this 28-year-old man that she had seen so little of in the past decade. He was right. They were strangers, strangers resting on the foundation of the kids they used to be.

“It’s okay,” she said, promised. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I promise.”

He nodded, although he didn’t truly believe her.

He wouldn’t blame her if she left, if he scared her away. He was fighting an army of demons within himself, and that was enough to terrify anyone.

Himself included.

But she simply took his hand and led him slowly down the boardwalk, back to Azriel's apartment.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised.

Cassian wasn’t sure what he and Nesta were, or what they were going to be. But, he had a feeling at that moment that whatever they were, it was good.

In that moment, he felt a rare sense of peace sweep over him.

He held her hand a little tighter.

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heckinhacker · 4 years

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Talon x Reader - Valentine’s special day.

word count: 1,701 requested: yes but no! It was exchange fanfic for Jinx skin! Thank you baby @semi-creative, you saved us all with this great idea of fic- warnings: there’s one. I think I have everything written in gender neutral reader, but if I slipped some pronouns then I’m sorryyy-- another warning is I AM SORRY IF I FUCKED UP SOBS SOBS

A/N: I wanted to tag artist of this precious gem but I dunno! I searched and never found TAT

Due to writer’s block I didn’t managed to write it for valentines! Sorry ;-;

You were slightly afraid of asking Talon WHY exactly were you sailing to Ionia together. Not like Talon was a big fan of the island, so what was the matter with him? You looked at the back of his head, as sea wind played with Talon’s bronze locks. You gulped loudly, cleared your throat and stood beside him. gazing away into neverending sea and sky. Amazing how both blues perfectly blended with each other but they didn’t at the same time.

- Talon…

- Hm? - he answered with a hum, like he almost always does.

- Are you dying or something? I mean- I know you hate doing something you hate for someone, and I KNOW you love me but still, no sacrifices needed. I wanted to see Ionia, but I don’t understand the dedication…

- What? No. I’m not dying, [Y/N].

- Then what’s the matter?

- Stop being inquisitive.

- Ah- Okay, okay. Sorry, babe.

- Hmh.

Smooth as sandpaper, Talon. Good job. You were a bit awkward by now, you just felt like you somehow angered your mysterious boyfriend, but in reality...he was the one who poked his nerve. Here he is, going to island he can’t give two shits for with dedication for you and this stupid “love-dove holiday” he really despised it, but for you...he can bare it. Or so he thought, now he was a glitter dick.

- I’m just tired, traveling is exhausting.

- I know, Talon.

- Don’t be awkward because of me, you know me.

- I do, Talon. Don’t overthink that, I’ll be good in a second.

- I’m sorry.

Now [Y/N].exe has stopped working. Did he really apologise? Maybe he’s really dying. You didn’t asked further, just laughed and squeezed his hand, looking at clouds and birds flying in between them. You were thankful he was here with you, no matter how grumpy he is or not.

When you noticed land with big Noxian flag dancing on the wind, you sighed with relief. Good thing sailing part is almost over. You grinned, looking beside you to steal a glance at your boyfriend. This time Talon was sleeping soundly on some chair. You were surprised he managed to really drift off, since his trust to other people is almost nonexistent, and it’s like staying unarmed on opened field. You were glad that Talon trusted you enough with his life that he could take a nap outside his or your house.

- Talon, I think we’re almost there. - you lightly tugged his shoulder to wake him up, and he did right away, giving time to his poor eyes to adjust to natural light greeting him right away.

- Okay, I’m awake, I’m awake…

- Was your nap good?

- Nap as nap, nothing special.

- Good you didn’t had nightmares~

- Hmh.

He stood up, leaning down on boat’s edge, looking down into water instead of land awaiting both of you. It didn’t take much time to sail to Noxian’s colony, placed in Ionian territory. It was great to feel steady ground with your feet again, you grinned making a few first steps as you held Talon’s hand, looking around. Even though there’s a lot of “Noxus aura”, it still looked much different than your homeland. It’s much more colorful. You were curious inside how does it look like even deeper into the island. You were sure that option is out of plan, but boy you were soooo wrong. At first you were one leading the way, but Talon quickly made his way to some kind of woods close to Noxian camp. He had everything planned, after all. He pulled out of this big bag he was carrying around a pile of clothes, handing them to you.

- We need to dress up.

- I didn’t said anything earlier, but...what are we doing?

- Can’t a man try to surprise his partner with something?

- I must admit this whole trip is a big surprise and mystery to mee…

- Good. Now dress up.

- Right here? Now???

- Yeah, when do you want to dress up?

- I don’t understanddd…

- Do it, or we’re heading back.

- Okay, okay! Don’t get impatient!

You did as he asked. You kinda hoped that Talon would steal a glance while you changed your clothes to Ionian styled ones.Talon was sitting with his back facing you, disguising himself as normal Ionian civilian. Now your gears started to tick together - you actually WERE going deeper into Ionia! You couldn’t help but to grin way too widely.

- So, what’s the plan?

- Now we’re walking to the closest town.

- And then?

- You’ll see, [Y/N]. I can tell you that you’ll like what is going to happen.

- Oh. Okay, I’ll take your word for that.~

Most of your walk was quiet, but that’s not a big surprise due to Talon being serious and not so talkative type. When you said something, he mostly hummed in understanding or commented something on topic.

Streets of Ionia was way something else than Noxus. Here people laugh happily, talk, are nice to each other...It almost looked like magic for you. Talon looked like he didn’t gave two shits, but as long as you’re happy...well, whatever.

- Stay close, [Y/N]... - he held your hand, making sure you’re still here. Just to make sure you don’t get lost.

- I’m not a child, Talon! But fine. - not like you mind holding hands with him.

- We’re almost there.

- Where?

- Almost, [Y/N]. You’ll understand in a moment.

- Meanie.

When he suddenly stopped walking and looked at big logo of the most popular bakery of Ionia. He knew that you’ve heard about this place before, but it didn’t stopped him of taking you there anyway. Maybe you heard, but you never tried anything sweet from here. So, that’s your chance. At first, you couldn’t believe your own eyes. You blinked a few times, rubbed your eyes and looked at the logo, then at Talon with disbelief.

- Talon, I…

- No, don’t embarrass me even more. Let’s just go in…

- ...Thank you...

You walked in, as he wanted to. Insides of this bakery were so well decorated! And the smell of sweets in the air! It was pure and sweet for you. Talon, on the other hand, had a face like he was up to puke. Too much sweetness for his lungs. You can do it Talon!! He leads you to the table which is a bit moved away from other tables, since other couples were sitting here too, since, you know! Valentines Day!

When you sat down, looking at each other, you could spot a slight blush on Talon’s manly features. You smiled genuinely at him, placing your hand on his. He shifted up, wanting to take his hand away, but then sighed deeply and let you hold his hand like that. You were patient enough with Talon, his uneasiness was pretty much normal, he loved you and you knew it, but his character is making everything worse. You understand and you want to be with him through that.

- You can...pick whatever you want, how much you want. I’ll pay for that.

- We can share, Talon, that’s no-

- I said I’ll pay. Let me.

- Talon…

- I’m bad enough lover, let me at least do that.

- No, you’re not! Don’t be harsh on yourself, you just are like that and-! And…

- And that sucks. You know you deserve much better.

- I don’t. Even if I do, I don’t want any better. I love you, you know that. I know that you love me too, emotions are just hard for you. You thought about me today! I don’t know what the occasion is, today’s not my birthday, so-

- Valentines.

- Wha-

- Today is Valentine’s Day.

- ...Oh! Really? I was one hundred percent sure you’ll forget about this, so I did!

- But I remembered.

- That’s cute...And you remembered my wishes of visiting Ionia and this bakery! You’re the best, baby…

- Humph. I’m trying…- he admitted quietly.

- I know, babe.

Talon looked down awkwardly, wondering what to say to you right now. He thought about what exactly to say when you both get there, but now his words are stuck in his throat. He wanted to tell you he’ll change, he’ll be more open to you, he’ll show you how much he adores you, but now he can’t get out any words. He got angry at himself. He only sighed and stood up.

- I’ll buy you some cake for a start, later you’ll pick something.

- Alright!

He went away to lady behind counter, asked for your favourite piece of cake. He got black coffee for himself, no sugar, no milk. Bitter, just the way he likes it. He placed a cake in front of you and sat down, taking a sip of his coffee.

Then - silence.

Since it was hard to bare with this kind of quietness, you decided to start a conversation, again.

- So, about our being here now...do we stay somewhere to sleep, or we’ll travel back to...home?

- We’ll stay, we travelled long enough. I have some place we can stay overnight.

- Okay, that’s great.

- Yeah… - and it would seem like conversation is over, but you won’t let it be like that.

- Talon, it seems like you’re holding something back. You want to say something? You know you can be blunt with me, no matter what. Right?

- I know, it’s just…

- It’s just that honesty about emotions is hard. I know. Just try.

- I...eh. - he sighed, rubbing his nose bridge. - I’m trying. I promised myself I’ll be more open but I’m still...myself.

- And that’s enough. - you assured him, gently caressing his hand with yours, looking him straight in the eyes with this smile of encouragement.

Even though Talon is cold son of a bitch, he felt his heart sting a little. You cared so much even though he’s a failure of a boyfriend. Not that he’s self-doubtful, but he sometimes thinks you deserve someone more affectionate. You always assure him that he’s enough, he has no idea how you got feelings for him, but he wishes they would never disappear. Maybe he didn’t said those thoughts out loud, but his little smile on grumpy features showed everything.

‘Thank you, [Y/N]. I love you.’

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maydaygirl-save-our-ships · 4 years

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Lake’s New Normal (A Fanfic)

Summary:

After Lake escapes the train, she’s invited to live with the Cosay family. But after escaping the mirror world, traveling through a supernatural train, and fighting for her life, is she really able to live like a normal teenager?

She’s not sure, but she’s willing to fight every day to make this life her new normal.

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Chapter 3: Dinner with the Cosays

Family dinner was a foreign experience for Lake.

Once the food was delivered, the Cosay family gathered around the kitchen table. The food was passed around and everyone put a little of each dish on their plate.

When Lake has been attached to Tulip, she had experienced pieces of these family meals while reflected in a fork or a spoon. She remembered hearing a lot of arguing from Tulip’s parents when she was younger, and after the separation, dinner had gotten a lot quieter in Tulip’s household.

This family dinner was very different.

The Cosay family chatted happily together. Mr. and Mrs. Cosay asked Jesse more questions about the train and Jesse excitedly told them about his and Lake’s adventures together. Lake interjected with her own details as Jesse narrated the story. His parents seemed horrified by the more dangerous aspects of the train, but his younger brother was fascinated. She and Jesse both talked affectionately about their friend, Alan Dracula.

“So, how did you get into our world, Lake?” Jesse’s father asked after Jesse had just finished telling a story of how they were able to evade the Flecs. “Jesse just told us that Tulip was a passenger on the train.”

Jesse looked over at her curiously, and Lake realized that she had never actually told him how she got free.

“Yeah,” she said. “On the train, Tulip ran into the Chrome Car, which is sort of like a gateway to the mirror world. To get through the car, you and your reflection have to cross the barrier into each other’s words, with Tulip in the mirror world and me in the prime world. Then I had to open the door in the prime world with Tulip doing the same as my reflection.” Lake noticed Jesse’s parents staring at her in confusion. “Yeah, some of the train cars had weird rules. I told Tulip that I wanted to be free and I was sick of living in the mirror world. She’s smart, and she was able to figure out a way that we could both escape. However, once I tried to escape the Flecs came after me.” Lake shrugged. “And they’ve chased me ever since.”

Mr. Cosay frowned. “That was nice of her to help you like that,” he said, but his tone was dubious, like he didn’t quite believe her. “It couldn’t have been easy to escape the car, or I’m sure more reflections would have been able to do the same thing.”

Lake shrugged again and looked down to avoid his scrutinizing gaze. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy,” she said softly. She had left out the part about trying to trick Tulip into taking her place in the mirror world. Could Jesse’s dad tell she was lying? It wasn’t lying exactly, she was just leaving out an important detail, but she felt guilty about it all the same. It’s not like she could tell them the full truth. What would they think of her if they knew she tried to trick Tulip into being trapped in the mirror world forever? What would Jesse think?

Jesse’s parents eventually moved on to asking her questions about the mirror world and Lake patiently answered them to the best of her ability. Thankfully, Jesse quickly seemed to catch on that she was feeling uncomfortable and changed the subject for her.

Near the end of dinner, Jesse asked her what happened after he left the train. She talked about her daring escape with Alan Dracula, what the wasteland was like, and how the passengers were processed.

She left out her fight with Mace and how she had to kill him to survive. She was already trying her best to block that part out, and Jesse was such a sweet, goodhearted person, she was afraid of what he would think of her if he found out what she had done. Sieve had mentioned that she killed Mace in front of Jesse, but Jesse never confronted her about it. Lake figured Jesse either hadn’t heard him, assumed it was an accident or assumed Sieve was lying. If Jesse knew the truth, how she had killed him on purpose (even though it was in self-defense) there was no way he would still want her around, let alone invite her to stay at his house.

“So, what did you think of the Thai food?” Jesse asked as the meal ended. “What did you like and what didn’t you like? Be honest, we have to figure out your tastes.”

Lake was feeling more comfortable at this point as she looked over the cartons of mostly eaten food dishes the family had picked apart. Jesse’s family curiously awaited her answer, but she didn’t feel put on the spot. The family had a sweet, wholesome vibe to it, with the occasional teasing between family members. She felt surprisingly comfortable in the homey atmosphere.

“I think I liked everything,” Lake said honestly. “Except for one thing.” Lake used her fork to pick up a long, slightly translucent piece of food still left on her plate. “Whatever this is, I didn’t like it.”

Jesse squinted at it. “I think that’s an onion,” he said. “I guess you don’t like onions?”

Lake’s eyes widened. She must have not recognized it when paired with all the other foreign Tai foods. “Oh, that makes sense,” she said mostly to herself.

Jesse cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Lake shook her head. “It’s not important.” And it wasn’t. Whatever Tulip liked or didn’t like wasn’t important anymore. This was about what she liked.

“Okay kids,” Jesse’s mom said, standing up. “It’s been a long day for all of us, and I think it’s time for us to get ready for an early bedtime. Lake, I’m going to make up the guest room for you.”

Lake opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off.

“No, no excuses, young lady,” Jesse’s mother said firmly. “You are staying here with us until further notice and that’s final. We will just have to get you some pajamas to wear… I don’t think you’ll fit into anything of mine.”

“I have some sweats she can wear,” Jesse volunteered. He turned to Lake with a smile. “I have plenty of extra clothes you can have.”

Jesse’s mother nodded. “I guess that will do for now until we can buy you your own wardrobe.”

“You don’t have to do that, Mrs. Cosay,” Lake said.

“Dear, please call me Whittney, and yes I do. You can’t just use Jesse’s old clothes. You need your own.”

Lake decided it wasn’t worth arguing with her. Jesse’s mother was nice, but once she made up her mind, Lake had a feeling she was very stubborn

“Have you contacted your friends yet, son?” Jesse’s father asked. “They’ve been really worried about you since you disappeared, especially your friend Troy. I’m sure they’ll be excited to hear that you’re back.”

“Oh yeah, I should-'' Jesse reached into his pocket and then stopped suddenly. “Shoot, right.” He sheepishly looked up at his parents. “I don’t exactly have my phone anymore.”

Lake’s stomach lurched. “Sorry, that’s my fault,” she admitted. “I sort of destroyed and spray painted Jesse’s phone. I was paranoid of the Flecs coming after me through the phone’s reflection and I didn’t trust him back then… sorry.”

Jesse’s parents exchanged looks, but then his dad shook his head and started chuckling. “Honestly, after everything Jesse told us about the train, I would have been surprised if his phone made it through that unscathed. It’s okay, both you and Jesse made it out safe and that’s what matters. Besides, he was due for a new phone anyway.”

“Really?” Jesse asked. “Can I get the new one that just came out?”

“We’ll talk about it later,” Jesse’s father said diplomatically.

“Right, Jesse, why don’t you get Lake a change of clothes so you can all get ready for bed,” his mother suggested.

Jesse grabbed her hand and led her to his room.

Overall, his room was pretty normal. He had a bed with a blue comforter, a laptop sitting on the foot of his bed, and a messy desk piled with textbooks and loose pieces of paper. He also had a bookshelf that was full of more comics than books, and a shelf above his bed with trophies and swimming metals from local competitions. On his wall hung a sappy motivational poster and another poster from a band Lake didn’t recognize.

“Here we are!” Jesse said. “What do you think?”

“It’s not about being the best, it’s about being better than you were yesterday,” Lake read off the poster. The picture that accompanied the words were of swimmers in the middle of a race. Lake raised an eyebrow at him.

Jesse shrugged. “Well it’s true,” he said. “I like inspiring posters. Most people think they’re lame, but I like having them.”

Lake rolled her eyes teasingly. “You would.”

Despite her teasing, she liked his room. She liked how it was uncompromisingly Jesse.

“Okay, let me find some clothes for you.” Jesse walked over to his dresser and began rummaging through the bottom drawer. Lake leaned against the edge of his bed and waited.

After a few seconds, Jesse turned around and handed her a pile of clothes that included grey sweats and a slightly over-sized black t-shirt.

“Here you go! Tomorrow we can go through my closet and you can pick out clothes that you want. I have a lot of clothes that I don't wear, so I don’t mind sharing.”

“Thanks,” Lake said as she accepted the clothes. She felt sort of bad about using Jesse’s clothes, but Lake knew him well enough by now to know that he really didn’t mind. Suddenly, a thought came to her head. “Could I borrow a pair of socks too?”

“Oh yeah, sure!” Jesse said as he pulled out a pair of white socks for her. “The bathroom is down the hall if you want to take a shower. There are towels in the cabinet and you can use the soap in the shower.”

Lake nodded. Taking a shower was a good idea. Although she didn’t sweat like humans did, after spending months going from train car to train car her skin was getting dingy and there were a few dark smudges on her legs.

She found the towels easily and turned on the shower. As a reflection, she had been reflected many times in bath water, but never in a shower. She wasn’t sure what temperature to turn the water to. She could feel temperature; she knew the difference between hot and cold, but things never felt too hot or too cold. Humans felt pain when their skin was burned or shivered in the cold, but she didn’t.

She decided to turn the temperature to cold and stepped into the shower. The water felt refreshing on her skin, and Lake realized that this was the first time she was actually able to relax in water and not have to worry about the Flecs jumping out after her.

Lake scrubbed the grime off of her skin with the help of the body soap in the shower. She probably took longer than she needed to, but it was nice to relax by herself for a few minutes. Being around Jesse's family was a little overwhelming, even though they were a lot more accepting than she expected.

Finally, Lake exited the shower and dried herself off with the towel. She put on the sweats Jesse gave her. They were a little a little long on her, but comfy. The black shirt was a band shirt but she didn’t recognize the name. The last thing she did was pull on the socks. She made sure the mirror that she was reflecting out of, the mirror from Tulip’s multi-tool, was tucked safely against her ankle and under the sock.

Jesse’s sweats covered her ankles, so she wasn’t sure why she had wanted the socks, but it just made her feel better knowing that the mirror from the multi-tool was tucked away.

She grabbed her old clothes and headed back to Jesse’s room. His door was open and he was lying on his bed looking at his computer screen.

“Dumpty Humpty?” Lake asked him, motioning to the shirt he had given her.

He looked up, and once he saw her, he grinned. “Yeah! They’re a really cool band! Have you heard of them?”

Lake shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh man, you have to listen to them! I bet you would like them.”

Jesse typed a few words on his computer and the room filled with the sound of an alternate rock band.

Lake had to admit, they sounded pretty good. Lake carefully sat on Jesse’s bed (it protested her weight, but seemed to hold) as he played song after song for her.

They had moved on from alternative rock to older rock songs. Lake was very fond of Bon Jovi’s ‘It’s My Life’.

“I can’t believe you haven’t heard these songs before,” Jesse said. “They’re classics.”

“It’s not that I’ve never listened to music,” Lake defended. “But when you don’t get to control when or what you listen to, it makes it hard to pay much attention. And I guess Tulip’s music tastes are really different from mine.”

Lake frowned. She was starting to get annoyed at how often she brought up Tulip in conversation. It made sense why, since Tulip was her only experience with the Prime world, but it was still annoying how hard it was to leave Tulip’s life behind even now that she was trying to live her own.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Jesse said, obviously noticing her shift in mood. “Now you have all the time in the world to build up your music library with all the stuff you like. See? I already started making a playlist of everything you liked so far.” He turned his computer around to show her.

“Thanks Jesse. Have I told you that you’re the best?”

“Not once,” he said with a grin. “So I think you better start.”

Lake laughed. “Well, you’re the best.”

“Alright kids,” Mrs. Cosay said as she appeared in the doorway. “Nate’s already asleep so I think it’s best we all get some rest. Jesse, don’t keep Lake up, I’m sure she’s exhausted.”

“I won't, mom,” Jesse promised.

His mom entered the room and pulled Jesse into a hug. He leaned over from his position on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her back tightly.

“I’m so glad you’re back home, Jesse,” she said. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, mom,” Jesse said, but his voice was muffled into her nightgown. Mrs. Cosay kissed the top of his head.

Lake looked down at her hands awkwardly, feeling like she was an intruder in this private moment.

“Lake, sweetie,” Mrs. Cosay said, causing Lake to look up at her. She was standing in front of her with a warm smile on her face. “Earlier I hugged you and I didn’t ask if that was okay. Is it okay if I give you a hug now?”

Lake felt herself blush as she scratched the side of her head. “S-sure, if you want to. I don’t mind, but I’m not the most comfortable person to hug...”

Mrs. Cosay tisked and pulled her into another soft hug. “Nonsense, you’re perfectly fine to hug.”

This time, because she was expecting it, Lake was able to relax into the hug. She even put her arm around Mrs. Cosay and gave her a small, timid hug back.

“I’m glad you’re here, Lake,” Mrs. Cosay said softly, and those few, simple words caused Lake’s eyes to prick with moisture. Besides Jesse and Alan Dracula, no one had ever wanted her around before. “Now, try and get a good night's rest.”

Mrs. Cosay wished them a final goodnight and headed to her room. Jesse showed her to her own temporary bedroom. It had a queen sized bed, a set of drawers, a night stand, white curtains, and tan walls that were mostly empty aside for a landscape painting of a forest hanging above the bed. Compared to the rest of the house, which was clean but full of personality, this room was fairly boring.

“Don't worry, you can change the room however you want. We can get you some decorations to make it look less like a hotel room and more like your own bedroom.”

Lake turned around to face Jesse. “You make it sound like I’ve decided to stay here,” she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jesse shrugged. “You want to be the one to tell my mom you’re going to live in the woods instead? Even though you’re not her kid, she’ll probably attempt to ground you just to get you to stay.”

Lake rolled her eyes. “I’ll stay for a while,” Lake reasoned. “Until I get my bearings and figure out what I’m going to do next.”

“Okay,” Jesse said. “But that doesn’t mean you still can’t decorate your room in the meantime, right? I mean, whether you stay for a few days or a few months, that doesn’t mean you can’t be comfortable.”

“I guess,” Lake relented. “But nothing too big! I don’t want to inconvenience your parents too much. They’ve already been really nice.”

“Sure, sure, just a poster or something. Maybe you’ll find a poster from a band or a movie that you like. I also think I have a few more motivational posters in my closet- ow!” He rubbed his forehead where Lake had flicked him.

“No sappy motivational posters. I’m not a third grade elementary school teacher.”

Jesse laughed. “Fine, fine, no awesome motivational posters. We’ll find something else later, but for now we should probably go to bed. I’m exhausted.”

“Me too,” Lake admitted.

“Well then, I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” Jesse took a step back toward the door, but then hesitated. Lake understood the feeling. They had slept in the same train car watching each other’s backs for weeks. It felt strange to now go and sleep in separate rooms.

However, they didn’t have much of a choice. Jesse’s parents may have been more understanding than Lake ever hoped, but they would definitely jump to conclusions if she and Jesse slept in the same room together.

“Lake,” Jesse said at last. “I don’t think I said it, but I’m really glad you're staying with us, even if you only decide to stay for a little while. And I’m really, really glad you’re off the train.”

Lake smiled. “Me too. This all sort of feels like a dream... I can hardly believe it.”

“Don’t worry, it’s real,” Jesse assured her. “I’ll see you in the morning, okay? And we can start your first real day off the train.”

Lake grinned. “That sounds really good. Goodnight, Jesse.”

“Goodnight, Lake.”

Lake closed her bedroom door and jumped. She took a step backwards, sudden panic gripping her heart, as saw herself staring back. A large mirror hung on the back of the door, like a big, gaping hole.

It’s okay... it’s okay… She told herself over and over again. She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. It’s just a mirror, the Flecs can’t come out of it anymore, you’re safe.

But she didn’t feel safe. The mirror hung ominously on the door and her mind was screaming at her, telling her that this was a portal back into her old life, and any second the Flecs would reach out of it and pull her in. But that was impossible. The only time the Flecs could get out of the mirror world was on the train, and she was no longer on the train.

Lake forced herself to turn away from the mirror (leaving her back exposed to the mirror was almost physically impossible, but she managed it) and climbed onto the soft queen sized bed. The bed frame was made out of metal so it creaked less under her weight than Jesse’s bed did.

Lake didn’t realize how tired she was until she pulled the covers around her. She barely remembered turning off the light before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

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aqvarius · 4 years

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HLITF: This is not the story of your first night: Soma - otona love - chapter 6 summary/translation

i can’t believe we are at chapter 6 (i.e. the last chapter) of this story already... i don’t want it to be over! man, i thought that the last chapter was super hot but this one blows it out of the water. you can find the previous chapter here, or check my new translations page to read from the beginning.

to recap, in the previous chapter you and soma had started having hot but gentle sex, and you realise that it’s nice but there’s something missing. he’s holding back and you want him to let go and drown in those powerful waves that only he can create, and you want to see his satisfied gaze on you as you drown. so even though you’re feeling really good, you decide to take the plunge and tell him “you’re not the usual mean soma...”

soma: “...you’re good at turning me on”

note that he stopped using keigo/polite language here?! i’m sure you all know this bc i won’t stop going on about it but i LOVE when his tone changes.

soma’s eyes, looking down at you, shine brightly.

soma: “...is it okay? to do it as usual”

“...yes”

with a mean smile that slightly lifted only one cheek [i.e. a smirk lol], he jerks his head in a nod. you second guess yourself, wondering if it’s really gonna be okay...[that he’s going to be his usual self]? and then he says

soma: “it’s too late to regret it”

“he’s read my mind again...” you think.

soma: “because you’re the one who wished for this”

ALSKDJF;LASJFDLFKDJL!!!!!! the return of mean soma has my heart RACING!!!! this is what i’ve been waiting so long to see omg.

anyway, our mc clearly thinks the same thing. your heartbeat suddenly rises due to the mean words and smile that are emitted one after the other.

soma: “such a happy face”

“he grins, and starts moving slowly inside me again.”

you gasp softly, and this incredibly outrageous man says:

soma: “what’s wrong? you don’t have to hold back/be patient”

“[about having] patience...” you say, and he says:

soma: “there’s no reason not to, since it’s what you wished for”

saying it again just in case, he gradually thrusts into your depths.

this man is having so much fun with this haha i missed this so much!! also i just have to say i’m swooning that he still calls you kijo in bed.

soma: “to this extent?”*

*he’s basically asking you to tell him how deep inside you want him lmao.

“nn,” you whine and he says:

soma: “you usually/always tighten more strongly”

you’re assailed by a vibration on top of a noticeably stronger pleasant sensation, and [his?] body is suddenly filled with energy. “that’s right... that feeling... can you handle it?” he asks. you moan, and he says

soma: “don’t hold your voice [moans] back”

his lips, which were by your ears, move to the tip of your chest. you think he’s going to eat you softly, but he nibbles you lightly with his incisors and then licks it with the tip of his tongue.

soma: “it became pert in no time, how cute”

“ahh, ahh ... so... ma... san...”

i normally cut out all the moans in my recaps cause there are a lot of “nn”s and “aah”s but she said his name like this so i had to put in a screenshot.

soma: “cry out more with that sweet voice”

you: “aaahh...”

soma: “more”

you: “nn!”

i’m getting some phantom of the opera/christine vibes here.

while he penetrates you to the core of your body, he plays with your tip of your chest and then he reaches your most sensitive secret part.

soma: “do you want to be touched here while being rocked**?”

**he’s basically asking you if you want him to touch you ~there~ while he’s fucking you

soma: “you have to tell me if you want me to touch you”

you think that even if you don’t say it, he [already] knows [that you want it]. feeling the presence of his fingertips that are almost but not quite touching your ~ripe~ nipples***, you want, you crave, that stimulation so badly that you can’t bear it.

***塾れた小粒 : i think that’s what this is supposed to mean lol, i had to go on an AV site to verify, hope you appreciate my efforts

soma: “what will it be...?”

“[your] touch, i want it...”

he calls your name with that smile of his and you say:

“...touch me... please...”

the moment you open your mouth slightly,

“aaah, ah, aaahhhh...!” (this is the stuff i usually cut out but i just have to show you how much she’s enjoying this)

the long-awaited stimulation runs through you like an electric current, and your trembling body becomes [tightly strung] like a bow. with his fingertips, he gently strokes your nipples that are becoming too sensitive. you’re devoured by the heat of soma, who has boundless stamina, inside you.

soma: “is it that good?”

“it’s good, it’s so good ... it’s amazing, it feels so good...”

“but i can’t... i feel like i’m going crazy...!”

soma: “you’re really an honest person, both your heart and your body”

he tells you you’re drooling so indecently (lmao!!!). soma shows you his moist fingers that continue to stimulate you carefully. you feel strangely relieved at seeing his satisfied smile.

“even though i think he’s so mean... even though i’m so embarrased... i’m kind of happy”

you feel more certain/secure, in both your heart and your body.

soma: “i can’t bear it/i can’t help it”

you’re surprised by his suddenly gently narrowed eyes.

soma: “from now on, my words, the feelings in my body...” (not really sure what he’s saying here)

you moan some more.

soma: “that face... show me more...”

soma: “that ... cute face ... [that you have] when you feel me with your whole body...”

(his words are kind of broken up/choppier here because of you know why ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

“soma-san is also feeling...”

[the fact that he’s also feeling really good] is transmitted to you by the fact that his voice is laboured with his breathing.

you moan his name, he moans yours.

i just had to include this bc you know my policy about blushing soma. also sorry my name here is still "you” lol, he says your name if you input it.

“ahh, aaahh, so...ma... san....!”

“the two of us finish at the same time, calling each other’s names.”

there’s a quick fade, and then soma says:

soma: “did your wish come true?”

when both of your panting finally slows down, soma lends you his arm as a pillow and smiles.

“i’m super satisfied... is what i’d like to say, but it’s embarrassing after all”

you start to say something, but then soma says:

soma: “i can tell even if you don’t say anything just by looking at those cheeks”

red as they may be, soma gently pokes your cheeks with his fingers ... they’re definitely a little warm, but it’s more that he can see through anything (as in, that he can read you so well).

soma: “i’m also extremely satisfied... both my body and my heart”

“then i’m glad,” you say.

soma: “above all, satisfying you is what makes me happiest”

“it seems like... it’s thanks to/because of your words”

soma: “the kotobazeme**** ban is lifted, isn’t it”

****kotobazeme = verbal attack/abuse/humiliation. i guess you could call it dirty talk in the context of bedroom activities but it’s more actively malicious like you actively want to embarrass your partner. hope you know what this means by now since that’s what this entire story has been about lol and if not, please give it a google

“if you say it so happily...”

“but you weren’t so mean at the beginning [when we first started sleeping together], right?”

“...is that so?” soma says.

soma: “then maybe you did this to me”

“is it my fault!?” you ask.

soma watches you with enjoyment as you were unexpectedly falsely accused*****.

***** 濡れ衣を着せる is like an idiom which literally means wearing wet clothes but idiomatically means being framed or falsely accused.

a few days later... after finishing the investigation and returning to headquarters, you see soma and kurosawa talking quietly. kurosawa is saying he saw the whole story with his own eyes. you wonder what they’re talking about.

kurosawa: “just bind their hands and put on a blindfold and they’ll become obedient”

you wonder if they’re talking about criminal restraint techniques?

kurosawa says that then all you need to do is hurl words at them.

“words, huh?” comments soma (sounds like his interest is piqued because words are his weapon of choice lmao i’m screaming)

kurosawa says that’s right, as obscene as possible, to stir them up, using a voice that makes them sweat slowly...

“i see,” says soma.

kurosawa says they can use just words without even lifting a finger, isn’t that sugoi!? soma replies that if it comes to matters that happen between bar counters, it’s certainly amazing.

“they’re talking about kotobazeme at SM bars!?”

then kurosawa notices you and exclaims “you’re back!” soma, turning around, says okaerinasai and approaches you with a smiling face.

soma: “i was listening to a useful story... for future reference”

(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

the last part is whispered in your ear and your heart leaps. “even if you don’t learn it, it’s still enough!!!” you think (basically meaning that the current level of your sexual activities is plenty good enough without adding in extra techniques learnt at SM bars). the pressure in his smiling face is too much.

soma: “shall we tie you up next time? or have you blindfolded -”

SLKFJSLKJSDLKD SORRY I KEEP DOING THIS BUT i just want to say that an anon once asked me back in august 2019 which instructor i thought would be into shibari and i said soma and i’m glad to be proven right yet again lmao.

“IT’S OKAY!!”

soma chuckles and says “i understand”.

even though you refused with all your might, you still got excited after all.

“with his enigmatic and mean words, and that ridiculously sexy smile-”

and it just ends like that?! WHAT?!!! how can they end it like this! could there be more chapters to come? even goto and kaga only have 6 chapters for this story so maybe that really is the end of it?

anyway, i can’t believe how incredibly hot this chapter was, to finally see soma unleashed in bed in canon (and not just my own fanfic lol, seeing as i’m the only person who ever writes soma fanfic). i just adore how mean he is and how much he loves teasing you and i feel very satisfied feeling like i got his character in bed spot on when i wrote that delayed gratification fic haha. dirty talk/kotobazeme soma is my absolute favourite. but i also find it incredibly sweet that he tried to turn it down and be super sweet and gentle just for his mc, and the fact that both of them feel the happiest when the other is fully satisfied. i’d love to read a his pov version of this story as well...

thanks for joining me on this ride! i hope you enjoyed this (final?) chapter and the whole story as much as i did.

i’ve also set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to recap in english!

#shusuke soma #voltage smut #her love in the force #hlitf #otona love #otkoi #summary #translation #voltage #voltage inc #voltage otome #otome game #otome blog #otome romance #love 365 #love 365 find your story #どうもこれは初夜どころの話じゃない #恋人は公安刑事 #颯馬周介

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director’s commentary: KNIFE FIGHT KNIFE FIGHT KNIFE FIGHT

[Pick a short passage from any fanfic I’ve written specifically Scattered On My Shore today I’m being picky, and send it to me, and I’ll give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet]

OwO Yeah! YEAH!!! i’ll pick a portion of it cuz that’s like a third of the chapter somehow and someone else asked for a bit at the end sdklfjalsdjkfl;s..... i always get so Nervous about writin’ fightin’...

["As you say, Lord Arum," Damien says, closing his eyes with an utterly strange smile. "I am Tranquil, and I am ready. Face me as you will."] did u kno that in the scripts, Kevin capitalizes a lot of Damien’s prayer-words? i find that very incheresting, personally. anyway this particular Damien is vibing hard with his Saint right now, and he’s completely sure that this is what he needs to do to help this situation. He is certain that a) he will win, b) they won’t hurt each other, c) this is how he can draw Arum back to them. He’s confident he can fight back Arum’s apathy this way, and then they can hopefully communicate.

[Arum coils, tense, for a long moment, feeling out Damien's steady, waiting stance, but the knight is more patient than he. Arum strikes first, a wild lunge meant to unsettle Damien's footing, but Damien is unmoved as their blades clash, and then he deftly steps sideways as Arum lunges again.] Damien is waiting for the right moment. He’s hearin’ the waves so to speak, probably through most of this. Arum is also not fighting at his best, obviously. He’s better than he has been for the entire fic! but he’s still in recovery mode, and he’s also not thinking particularly clearly right now. If his attacks feel reckless, they are.

["A fine opening," the knight says mildly, as if they were discussing something so simple as the day's meal.] trying so hard to draw him back out, trying to banter. ALSO, Arum’s automatic association of Damien’s tone to (something that has become a running theme) their meals together. the domesticity he’s accidentally gotten himself used to. It’s hard to think of something that warm and comfortable in the middle of this. It throws him, pretty quickly. ["I was correct to think that your reverence for the blade would translate to a certain deftness with this sort of comba-"] Damien thought a lot about what it would be like to actually fight Arum, early on. He has very, very drastically recontextualized those thoughts. Also, “reverence for the blade”, ha. The way Arum got all agitated and passionate about Damien’s knife really left an impression. it’s sexy when someone is openly enthusiastic and knowledgeable about something, isn’t it?

[Arum lashes out, interrupting with a snarl, but Damien's smile flashes brighter as he parries.] Arum doesn’t want to talk. Arum wants either to lose or to be able to leave. Damien talking is too normal, at this point, and it reminds him of what he feels like he’s already lost. Damien, otoh, is almost enjoying this, because a) again, he’s confident that this is going to work, b) Arum being aggressive kinda shows that he’s invested, if nothing else, and c) he’s good at this! he’s good at fighting! and he’s been conflicted about it since all this started, especially after Ballast, and this time he doesn’t HAVE to feel conflicted. he can do this thing, he can fight, and know he’s doing the right thing. Damien is Tranquil.

["Even in this you lilt, little songbird?" Arum complains.] “complains” is.... mmmmm well, I think the fact that he’s reverted to songbird for the first time since this conversation started to break bad says something about the accuracy of complains. Again, Damien’s conversation being familiar is making him feel worse, in a way. [He is already beginning to feel warm, breathless- he has not exerted himself in this way in ages. Even with his body healing properly under the Keep's influence, Arum is stretching muscles he has not had cause to use in quite some time.] Not fighting at his best, poor lizard.

[Arum struggles not to find the feeling exhilarating.] heehee danger kink idiots. also like real talk? Arum has been basically bedridden for unspecified months now??? he hasn’t had the chance to stretch his legs, hasn’t had the chance to really have any fun, and this is high-stakes but still! STILL!!! Arum has his own knives in his hands! he’s standing under his own power! he’s lunging and parrying and breathing hard and god, fuck, he’s alive. he’s alive.

["I have a talent for prattling, Lord Arum, as I have been told again and again." Damien grins wide, flicking his wrist out to clash against Arum's next strike. "If you compel me to silence it will be a feat indeed."] Damien can see that Arum is starting to open up a little. He’s trying to tease more of that out.

["We shall see, little knight."] A growl, a challenge, and-

["So we shall," Damien murmurs,] maybe Damien gets half-second distracted by how mmmm interested he is in that tone in Arum’s voice while they spar duel. [and they are- close,] haven’t had much chance to parallel the duels in this but you are... very close to me owo [but Arum shoves and Damien spins away, stance defensive to await the next attack.]

hhgjf thank you this chapter was A Lot and i’m glad the Knife Fight was enjoyable to y’all also!!!

#elle babbles #elle's fanfic meta #scattered meta #windmillcrusader #asks

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lady-oceana9518 · 4 years

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Here For You (A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic)

A/N: Hey y’all, here’s another little story featuring my Hazbin OC, Morgana, the direwolf shifter. This fic features lots of fluffy times between Wolf!Morga and Vaggie. I haven’t been feeling the greatest emotionally speaking today, so I wrote this in an effort to comfort myself a little. I hope you guys enjoy it too. Let me know what you think of the story and/or my wolfy girl Morga😊

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Today...hadn’t been Morgana’s best day. She woke up that morning with a bone-deep tiredness that she couldn’t shake, even though she had a good night’s sleep the night before. She didn’t feel happy, or angry, or overwhelmingly sad...just, numb.

Charlie and Vaggie were out running errands around town with Razzle and Dazzle, which Morga knew because of a note that Vaggie had left on her bedside table earlier that morning. They should be back later that afternoon, she wrote. Angel was out entertaining one of his regular clients; Niffty was flitting around the hotel cleaning, as usual, like a manic hummingbird; Alastor was working in his office, awaiting his mate Charlie’s return; and Husk was tending the bar in the lobby (while successfully becoming more and more intoxicated himself as the day wore on). Morga had a rare day off from her teaching duties. She was too exhausted to want to do, well, just about anything, but she at least wanted to get out of her room at some point for a little change in scenery. She also didn’t particularly want to socialize with anyone.

The solution to her little dilemma seemed obvious. She would simply remain in her direwolf form for the rest of the day. After locking the door to her room behind her, Morga shifted effortlessly into her wolf form. She shook out her black-brown fur and stretched her wings, which were reminiscent of a snowy owl’s, then trotted down to the lobby.

She passed right by Husk’s bar, and of course didn’t go unnoticed by the surprisingly-observant bartender. “Hey wolfy, bout time you showed up!” Husk snickered, slurring his words a bit. Morga would normally have some kind of retort ready to go but was absolutely not in the mood for his, or anyone’s, teasing today. She growled at him, the sound a deep, menacing rumble emanating from her chest.

Husk jumped, more than a little surprised at the normally mild-mannered and mischievous wolf. “ ‘Ey, what the fuck was that for??” In response, Morga glared at him over her shoulder and bared her teeth, not even breaking stride as she continued on toward the fireplace.

As luck would have it, there was a roaring fire blazing merrily in the newly-refurbished grand fireplace. It was oh-so inviting and looked like the perfect place for a nap. Morga wasted no time in trotting over to the rug in front of the fireplace, circling a few times, and flopping onto her side. She yawned and allowed her heavy eyelids to flutter closed over her leaf-green eyes.

Some time later, which in reality turned out to be several hours later, Morga became aware of a few different voices conversing quietly nearby.

“I’m tellin’ ya, she’s got a stick up her ass about somethin’ today. Been all wolfed out the whole time too. Maybe wolfy’s finally going feral,” Husk grumbled, taking a swig from his ever-present bottle of booze.

Charlie hummed uncertainly, her worried gaze flickering over to Morga’s dozing form. “Morga doesn’t usually act that way...and I don’t think I’ve heard her growl at anyone other than Al before.” Vaggie couldn’t help but snicker at that. It was no secret that she still wasn’t the Radio Demon’s biggest fan. “Vags, maybe you should check on her? Since she definitely trusts you more than anyone else. I don’t want to startle her if she’s feeling a little more sensitive and skittish than usual.”

Vaggie smiled a little at her best friend’s words. She still wasn’t sure how she had become lucky enough to catch the eye of such an enchanting, wild woman like Morgana, but she was grateful for that each day. “Of course I will. You two go back to whatever you were doing; I’ve got this. I’ll take care of her.”

Husk grumbled something along the lines of “Careful she doesn’t rip your hand off,” before heading back to the bar, while Charlie nearly skipped away toward Alastor’s office, eager to spend time with her mate.

Vaggie slowly made her way over to Morga’s dozing form, beginning to speak softly to her lover as she did so. “Morga, hun? Are you feeling alright?”

Morga’s eyes slowly blinked open and she felt a growl instinctively begin to build in the back of her throat. When she saw her moth demon slowly approaching, though, she stopped immediately. She let out an apologetic whine and glanced off to the side, folding her ears back against her head.

Vaggie crouched down and knelt alongside her direwolf, gently running her fingers through the thick fur along Morga’s back. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it,” Vaggie murmured. Morga rumbled her thanks and hesitantly laid her head in Vaggie’s lap, gazing up at her tiredly. Vaggie felt her heart twist at the sight. Her usually-serene, confident Morga looked so tired and hopeless. For a moment she didn’t know what to do. She just wanted to be there for her lover and comfort her in the same way that Morga so often comforted Vaggie.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel great today, mi cariño,” Vaggie cooed, beginning to idly stroke Morga’s silky, feathered wings. She was actively racking her brain, trying to think of what would help her wolf feel more like her usual self. “Have you had anything to eat today?”

In response, Morga’s ears flattened once more and she looked anywhere but at Vaggie. The moth demon gave the direwolf a small, patient smile. “That’s alright; it’s easy to forget those things when you’re depressed and having an off day. How about we find something good to eat in the kitchen and then go back to our room to cuddle?”

In response, Morga butted her head against Vaggie’s stomach, then rose to her paws for a nice, long stretch. She stared expectantly at Vaggie, waiting for the moth demon to stand up too. Vaggie chuckled, taking that as her cue to stand. “Alright, princess, let’s go.” Morga growled softly at Vaggie’s teasing tone and gently nipped her hand for good measure. “Hey now, you better watch it, missy!” Vaggie replied, to which Morga swatted her gently with one of her wings before plodding ahead to the kitchen.

The two of them rifled through the cupboards, determined to find something Morga would like. Suddenly, the direwolf’s ears perked up and she eagerly sniffed a sealed plastic bag that was filled to the brim with something that smelled delicious. Vaggie raised a brow and reached into the cupboard, only to pull out the bag of venison jerky that Morga had been snuffling at. “Babe, Alastor made this from the deer he killed during his last hunt. Maybe we should find some food that doesn’t already belong to someone, yeah?” In response, Morga’s ears drooped, she lowered her head, and simultaneously gave Vaggie the most pathetic puppy dog eyes she could muster. Vaggie groaned, covering her face with the hand not holding the bag of jerky so she wouldn’t have to see the pathetically adorable display.

“Ugh...okay, fine! I guess that shitlord can always make more another time. I’d rather you have the jerky than him anyway,” Vaggie relented, holding the bag of jerky out to Morga. The direwolf gently took the bag into her mouth, trotting toward the staircase as Vaggie grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and followed quickly behind.

Back in their shared bedroom, Vaggie and Morga, still in wolf form, lounged on their bed and snacked on stolen jerky while soft music played from a speaker on their bedside table. Vaggie leaned back against the headboard, scratching behind Morga’s ears as the direwolf sprawled across the moth demon’s lap and contentedly tore into her seventh piece of jerky. While Morga still felt like a shadow of her usual self, she couldn’t deny that she felt much better than she had that morning; and it was all thanks to the love, support, and patience that Vaggie so freely gave.

Suddenly, from downstairs they heard a baffled-sounding Radio Demon call out: “Oh Charlie, dearest, do you know where my venison jerky ran off to? I put an entire bag in the cupboard just this morning!”

Meanwhile, back in hers and Vaggie’s bedroom, Morga wolfed down the last piece of jerky that was currently between her forepaws, and pushed the empty bag beneath the duvet with her nose. Content with her work, she laid her head on top of Vaggie’s stomach, snuggled close to her side, and spread one of her wings over her moth demon as a sort of blanket. She gazed up at Vaggie in thanks for all she had done that day, then began to fall asleep. This slumber would be far more peaceful than the last.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie magne #alastor hazbin hotel #morgana the direwolf

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soharadarrean · 5 years

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Patiently awaiting to be disowned

So... This is the first fanfic I post. It’s Wolfstar (obviously) and I’m overly confident (haha !). Cross posted on Ao3.

Father, Mother,

I’m so glad you finally decided to get rid of me. I can’t believe you sent me there, this school is actually pretty cool (for a school anyway) and, even if most of the students are really boring and pompous prudes, I did find myself some good mates.

Anyway, classes are still classes and this is still a school…

I chose to take art because I thought people there would be chill. A fool I was ! They are all a bunch of snobs who think they are the next Van Gogh or Picasso. At least I get to play around with paints… You should have seen Severus’ face when I dumped/threw a bunch of them on his face ! That was priceless ! “Severus” What kind of name is that anyway ? I hate him ! He is the greatest prat ever, spouting nonsense about racial supremacy and saying that homosexuals will burn in hell... I’m sure you would love him !

Unfortunately, I also have to bear Snivellius and his greasy hair in Chemistry, the most annoying part being that he is really good at it. I took this class because I thought it’d be fun messing around with dangerous substances and James took it too.

He is my roommate and is a great deal of fun. We’ve already managed to pull a bunch of pranks around the school. He is brilliant so you would absolutely hate him, which I must admit makes him even more likeable.

I took craftsmanship because I thought it could be useful in the making of our marauder’s greatest pranks and I was right !

We studied the mechanism of a lock first class ! It’s like they want us to break in the kitchens at night to replace all of the sugar with salt.

The faces at breakfast, when they took a sip of their tea was hilarious ! A delight I tell you !

The headmaster spat it all on Mss McGonagall who just stared at him with that stern face and disapproving look of her. She is really intimidating and it was fun seeing her glare aiming for someone else for once !

I also chose to take french as it would be a easy class thanks to all that private tuitions you forced me to attend to. Obviously I was right and the teacher, Mss Burbage is always fawning over me, the best student she’s ever had, which was really satisfying at first but is becoming annoying…

She always picks me as an example and wants me to tutor other students !

I’m also part of the drama class of course ! My natural talent needed to shine, and, indeed, it does.

I share this class with Lily who is James future wife (well, when she will agree, if she does someday, because for now she hates his guts !)

I also took music so I can learn how to make you insane with an electric guitar, playing at full volume my favourite Sex Pistols’ songs.

The last class I chose is Philosophy because the teacher, Mss Trelawney always looks high. James wanted me to take football instead but I couldn’t be bothered to wake up early every saturday and I don’t see the point in running after a ball, although he managed to convince Peter, my other roommate.

Which brings me to the reason Philosophy is my favourite subject : My third roommate, and last but not least, Remus, since I get to sit next to him in that class.

You’d totally despise him because he is not from the “upper class” but yet he is totally perfect. Just like Lily, he got in this school thanks to a scholarship and is prodigious/brilliant in each of the classes he takes. He always come with these witty remarks which actually make me want to pay attention and work in class. He also has this little welch accent that I find really endearing and these scars that make him look punk-rock even if he always wear jumpers. He managed to convince all of the teachers that he is one of the best behaved student when he actually helps James and me to pull some of our pranks and has the best ideas. We never get caught when he causes mischief with us !

Now i regret not taking classes like History or Math because I thought it would be boring… He did take them and I’m sure we would have had fun.

I think I might like “like” him, just like James likes Lily but he doesn’t hate my guts and we are pretty close, unlike James with his unrequited crush. I don’t tell you that just to piss you off (even if that’s a bonus) but because it is true and I really hope I have a chance.

Anyway, tell Regulus it’s always time to flee with me and please don’t change him into a big prat like Snivellius while I’m away.

I hope I will never come back home (James has already offered to take me in and his parents are really loving and accepting compared to other people I know).

Patiently awaiting to be disowned.

Your disgusting son,

Sirius.

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #epistolary #one shot

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