#finally caught up w my weekly metals too

[yellowvixen]

week 18: still... you?

#roboticized metal sonic theory my beloved #haven't touched on it for months but i still love it #finally caught up w my weekly metals too #sth #sonic #undertale #sonic the hedgehog #metal sonic #weekly metal #sonic art #sonic fanart #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #vixenart

[kurogxrix]

ATWOW characters in Highschool + music taste HEADCANONS

(neteyam, ao’nung, tsireya, lo’ak, kiri, tuk, rotxo)

[ Modern!au, Tuk is still in elementary school lmao ]

Neteyam

Mr.popular guy at school.

Goes to bother Kiri and embarrass her in front of her friend-group everytime at lunch.

Does after school activities nearly every single day.

My boy is so academically smart.

He doesn’t need tuition, tuition needs him.

Ao’nung defo copies on his homework everyday before class.

He’s the typa guy that prioritizes school before hoes so Neytiri is so shocked (and happy) when he finally brings a girl back home.

All of the teachers love him because he can calm the class down easily.

Not in an annoying teacher’s pet way, in a way that he’s literally homies with everyone so they stfu when he tells them to atp.

He definitely listens to afrobeats you can’t tell me otherwise.

He lives for and PRAISES rema.

His favorite songs are Woman by rema, Last Last by burna boy and No Sleeping by 1da Banton.

He also often listens to old school rap like MF DOOM.

Ao’nung

He’s a player fosho.

Like not the typa player to cheat on his partner but the single typa mf that fucks with many people at a time😭.

He’s definitely into sports like basketball. I think we can all agree w that.

Typa guy to wear a basket ball uni with gold plated chains.

He teases the ‘nerds’ in every single class that he has.

Is a menace like usual.

He smells so strongly of cologne.

Typa guy that would walk around with his varsity jacket if not for him being in his basketball outfit everytime.

Type of guy that has a ‘top 3 most attractive teachers’ list w his friends.

Ao’nung listens to rap theres no other.

Not like playboi carti kinda rap no, bro listens to Lil mosey, YNW melly, blueface and dababy (unironically)

Tsireya

She has GROUPS of girls talking behind her back.

They’re all jealous cuz our girl’s perfect fr.

Has one real friend group and sticks with them.

Nobody has the heart to tell her that girls shit talks her while she’s so nice to them.

Has a stash of pads in her locker incase anyone asks for them cuz she’s a real one‼️🤞🏽.

Walks back home with Lo’ak every single day.

She smells like plumeria 24/7.

She defo listens to pop like pinkpantheress and olivia rodrigo. SZA and doja cat girly.

Lo’ak

He throws wet toilet paper balls at the bathroom walls.

Gets called weekly at the principal’s office and wonders why.

Jake and Neytiri are fed UP.

Walks around with a pair of headphones in the morning because ain’t nobody talking to him while he’s half asleep.

One of his ex friends tried doing that and they ended up w a sore cheek fr. keyword: Ex friend.

Does his homework during lunch and always gets caught by his teachers.

He gives gym rat energy but not the annoying ones (are there even those?)

He’s some teacher’s favorite just like his brother, just cuz he’s the class clown.

Bet y’all the english teacher always laughs a little too suspiciously at his dumb jokes.

As the troublemaker kid, outcast and DEFINITELY his father’s least favorite, it only makes sense that he listens to rock.

Like heavy metal and NU metal.

His favorite band is Aerosmith I can see it.

And his favorite songs are walk this way by Aerosmith and born to raise hell by motörhead (ironic enough).

Defo listens to domination by pantera

He listens to Kendrick lamar and The Weeknd at times too.

Kiri

She’s a vanilla girly.

Like vanilla ice cream, vanilla deodorant, vanilla perfume, vanilla EVERYTHING.

She defo has crystals that she brings with her everywhere she goes.

Once she beat up Lo’ak for touching her crystals but my man was just trina manifest good grades fr.

She never finishes her lunch and Neytiri considers even still giving her food atp.

Cannot live without music.

Her earphones are always dangling out of her pocket because she’s always removing and putting them back in there.

No denying that she listens to Taylor swift.

Girl is a swiftie for LIFE. Other than that she defo listens to those indie bands like surf curse and TV girl.

Her favorite songs are disco by surf curse and Lavender haze by taylor swift.

Tuk

She has the newest generation iPad because papa jake’s income is paying good.

Well she isn’t allowed to bring it to school but she doesn’t anyways.

One day she got caught cuz she was playing some barbie makeover game in class.

Flexes her new glittery bag because she can.

She shares her food with her friends that have none because Neytiri taught her good.

She’s defo the typa kid that goes to school with freshly braided hair and comes back with them baby hairs sticking out and somehow one braid just completely undone.

She doesn’t get bullied or anything she just can’t stay in place at all.

she listens to those cringe TikTok songs i’m so sorry.

She’s still in that era 💔

Rotxo

I just know he’s on the verge of crying every morning trying to do his hair.

He’s so cute like wtf.

He struggles to get a girlfriend lmao so he’s always third wheeling everything.

He’s adorable though like, how???

No cuz like this mf STILL does those weird troom troom food hacks TO THIS DAY.

Like the thing where you put fondant in an empty glue stick roll just because.

Let his inner child have fun ok.

He’s a mixed music taste listener.But he mostly listens to rap.

Got influenced by Ao’nung.

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I got way too lazy to finish or correct this.

#neteyam x reader #atwow #avatar #neteyam sully #avatar 2 #ao’nung x reader #lo’ak x reader #aonung x reader #kiri x reader #rotxo x reader #tuk x reader #tsireya x reader #atwow headcanons #avatar headcanons

[7soulstars]

Hello :) I hope it's okay to send a request (if not, then I'm sorry about it ) So maybe where Bucky lives on Clint's farm to get away from everything but then there comes this woman, Clints best friend besides Nat and he immediately wants to know her better.. after a while they get really close and develope feelings for each other but dont talk about it. So one night, she stays over and needs to share a room with Buck, things get heated and passionate between them ? :) then it's all cuddly? ❤️

Hey darling! Thank you so much for requesting! I am so sorry it took me so long! I blame it on my lazy ass and also on the many pending requests. Thank you so much for being this patient with me! I really hope you like this one!

Мой целитель

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Broken Bonky Babie, Avengers are teasing little shits, Steve leaves like in the movies and doesn’t come back (I want to kill him for that), Fluff, Shy Bonky and Y/N, Liddle angst, Both idiots doubt themselves, Y/N likes beating the fuck out of bullies a.k.a Violence, steamy stuff but not smut ( cuz I don’t write smut”

Summary: Someone managed to make Bucky accept the fact that everyone can heal. 

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Мой целитель ; (pronounced: Moy tselitel') Russian for My Healer

War never ends. It just rests. One day someone will come to ask your help that is when the rest of war is over again.

That is what Bucky has always been of the belief ever since before and after endgame. Ever since Steve left, most of Bucky did too. Yes, he had Sam and the others but Steve was the only part of his original past left and he couldn’t even stop him.

He decided that the rest period for his war conflicted heart had started when Clint had offered him a place to live at his farmhouse to ‘heal and stay away from the space bullshit’. 

Not to brag but he had fit right into the little family. The kids loved Uncle Bucky and Laura appreciated the extra help she got with the house. Sam and Natasha would come by every two days and the rest every once a week. They would go visit a bar and hang out. That was Bucky’s life now. That was his routine.

Clint had sudddenly announced one fine weekly team hangout day that his long time best friend would be joining them. Bucky couldn’t care less. He had seen people come in and out of the Barton house all the time. Most sending him glares due to his past. He couldn’t blame them. Not when he knew he would do the same in different set of circumstances.

But he was proved wrong. Y/N was an angel. More so to him. Not a single glare was directed at him by her the entire time. She just smiled sweetly. Maybe he did care a little bit.

Y/N turned out to be Lila and Cooper, Clint’s first two children’s godmother. She had finally come home after 15 years of being in and out of the country for her job. Clint had mentioned that every time she came back she would first visit the kids not forgetting to bring them gifts from everywhere and how the snap had worried her. So Bucky was not surprised when he had to get three kids off of her as she entered the house. His heart swelled when she said ‘Thank You’, although everyone said that. 

He was unusually getting attached to her and that scared him.

After Steve attatchment was difficult. Trust was difficult. But Y/N made it seem like child's play. She somehow completely saw through him. Almost as if she knew everything about him and he was confused by that.

Especially at those little moments when he felt hesitant.

Bucky was a handsome man no doubt and that meant some women were confident enough to ask hit on him everytime he was out at a restaurant or a bar with the others. Y/N would join them quite often and on one such day she saved Bucky from his anxiety issues.

"Hey.....you come here quite often.....can I buy you a drink ?", a very confident girl had managed to come up to the table and asked Bucky who looked at her with eyes as blown out as big as saucers and immediately looked down stuttering as he tried to politely reject the lady. A hand carefully wrapped around his metal arm as he realized Y/N had said "I'm sorry he's taken", before sending the girl as kind smile which had lead to Bucky's hair-hidden neck to go red.

Bucky had excused himself to the washroomas the rest relentlessly teased his popularity but he had not noticed Y/N following suit.

"I'm sorry", she had apologised leaving the other puzzled again. "W-why?" "I should have asked before touching you....I know-I know you don't like being touched....I'm sorry". There was pure sincerity in her voice "NO!",his own voice startled him and her as she looked at him in confusion. "I-I mean I'm glad....You helped me out there......Also.....",there was hesitation in Bucky's heart, "Also....I don't mind if you touch me Y/N".

That day onwards something changed. Significantly so, Bucky found himself calling and hanging out with Y/N more. She filled his thoughts would be one way of saying that and the Avengers noticed. So the next time Bucky tried to sneak out of the farm when the others were there Sam noticed, “Hey Hey Hey ! Where are you sneakin to ?”. The other stood frozen like a deer in the headlights staring down at his best friend like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. Nat smirked as she bit on her grilled cheese sandwich sing songing, “He’s going to meet Y/N~~”Bucky grumbled a little ‘Shut up Nat’ before taking the car out towards the bar.

“Buck !”, she had yelled waving as he smiled and pulled her into his arms for a hug and staying like that for a few minutes both eventually hesitantly letting go. Joe the bartender already having set up their regular drinks showed how often they frequented the place, even having seats that were almost always empty for just the two of them. 

After meeting Y/N, Bucky realised new things about himself. He liked sweet stuff more than savoury. He liked playing games at the arcade. He was definately much more open to technology than Steve ever was. He liked being spoiled and babied. And he was extremely serious about board games. He knew all this because Y/N made him realize that.

That day he found out another thing. He likes staring at Y/N looking at the sunset. In other words he likes Y/N. But he had promised himself to not act on it. He didn’t want to loose her. Not now, not ever.

Walking through a dark alley way was not something Bucky liked but with Y/N it was something he was starting to hate. Y/N is beautiful. Obliviously so. He could sense sleazy men staring at her but chose to stay put. But we all know that rouse wasn’t going to stay put for long considering a group of 3 men surrounding the two of them all eyeing Y/N. “Hey sweetheart why don’t you come with us ? We counld have a darn sweet night”, exclaimed the one that looked like the leader as the other two laughed behind him. “Back off”, Bucky had warned. He didn’t want to fight. He felt like he’d embarrass himself before Y/N. “Ohhh look who it is The Winter Soldier”, the other said mockingly. “What are you going to do? Kill me? You don’t have Captain America now to back you up do you ?”. Before Bucky could even reply the third guy let out a scream at which everyone turned to look at him to see him cradling what seemed like a freshly broken wrist and before he could even react the second one went flying into a pile of trash (where he belongs) and the main commentator’s head was being bashed strait onto the road by Y/N’s hand. “No, but he does does have an ex-black ops now turned into a CIA Agent to back him up”, she quipped seethingly through her teeth.

Bucky said nothing. His brain was still processing the information he was bombarded with. He walked Y/N to her car and drove back to Clint’s all while still processing.

So when Sam (who was just about to leave) asks “How was it ?” Bucky looks him in the eye and goes.

“I’m in love with Y/N.”

Tony had decided to prank Clint one fine day and told everyone that Clint was hosting a sleepover. So that meant Clint had to accomodated several idiots into his farmhouse. Within this chaos he also had a very great idea.

So when Y/N was pushed into Bucky’s room both stopped functioning.

Y/N spotted him angrily whispering into is phone as she got out of the shower. Throwing his phone into oblivion ,startled, when she called name out suddenly. “Y-You’re done ? Uhhhh you can take the bed doll, I’ll take the floor”,Bucky hates the floor but if it meant Y/N would be comfortable, he’d be ready to sleep on a block of ice. “Nope definately not ! We can share the damn bed Buck the floor uncomfortable !”, she argued. “ No Y/N you don’t understand I can’t !” “WHY! IS IT BECAUSE I MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AFTER THAT DAY ?”, there was a grave silence between the two. He knew exactly what she was talking about. Bucky’s eyes soften and for the first time he realizes that he had never thaken the effort to know more about Y/N. He was focused on her helping him find himself. “Why would you say that ?” ,he said softly as he moved towards her and she moved backwards. “Because it is what it is isn’t it?”, she retorted. “NO IT IS NOT !”, Bucky sighed as he sat on the bed and watched the woman of importance as she paced around the room. “Why then Bucky ? You’ve been distant from me since that day....” “You won’t understand.....” “Try me” “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU OKAY !” 

12 minutes. It had been 12 minutes since Y/N had froze and stared at Bucky. 

“Shut up. You’re lying” , she finally said.

“What ? No ! Why would I lie about that”,Bucky argued

“Because ! You are James Buchanan Barnes ! One of the most attractive men I have seen in my life period.”

“And here I’m the one firmly believing someone like me doesn’t even stand a change with someone as pretty as you.”

“See, you’re lying again”

“Doll, shut up before I will have to make you”, he warned

“Don’t make empty threats that you won’t fulfill James”, she challenged.

And with that Bucky has Y/N slammed into the bed , his mouth moving roughly along her’s as she puts her arms around his. There was something different about this Bucky. Y/N felt every single pent up frustration that the man kissing her had felt supressing his feelings had felt.

Soon enough they seperated, finally gasping for air. Bucky plopped beside Y/N as she placed her palm on his cheek rubbing a thumb over it while smiling at him blissfully. 

“Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can't help falling in love with you”

“I love you...”, she said and somehow Bucky knew he had tears running down his cheeks. He curled into her arms. Clint’s loud speakers playing Elvis as the two dozed off to sleep. But Bucky waited for her to doze off, kissing her forehead as he ran his metal arm through her hair.

“Мой целитель, I love you too”, he said. 

He wasn’t alone anymore. He was healed. His internal war had ended forever. That’s all he ever wanted. That’s all he was thankful for.

---The End---

Guess who almost cried writing this fic? That’s right! ME. Now I need myself a Bucky to hug. I really hope you liked this fic and I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH ON HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME! Please like, share, comment and reblog if you like my work to support me ! Please do not plagarise my hard work and thank you so much for reading! 

~Love, Hri

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[quirklessthot]

request: smut with creepy stalker!momo? please 😭✋

warnings: 18+, stalking, non-con, yandere

➤ When you get the job offer to work at the Creati’s hero agency, you nearly pass out. It was a rigorous interview process and you managed to beat out hundreds of other applicants to become the personal assistant of Japan’s number eight hero

➤ I don’t see Momo as the “follow you around, break into your home” type of stalker. Why would she do all that dirty work when she has the funds and connections to keep track of your every move from the comfort of her home?

➤ She would have files with every bit of information she can find on you. Your birthday, birthplace, address, parents’ names, pets, favourite food, phobias...

➤ There’s nothing that Momo doesn’t know about you

➤ And that makes it so easy to befriend you. She already knows all of your likes and dislikes. She already knows you. It’s like you two are practically dating already! Especially since she was so generous to give you such a coveted position

➤ What, you thought you got the job because of your resume and references? Ha! You’re there because Momo wants you there

➤ You spend a lot of time together, and not just as boss and employee. You try your best to keep things professional – you don’t want to lose this job after all – but Momo is adamant on making your relationship more intimate than it’s supposed to be

➤ Months pass and Momo becomes more and more agitated. Why are you so unreceptive to her flirtations?

➤ Every compliment she gives, you shoot down with a polite rebuff. She tries to get physically close to you, but you insist on a distance of at least two feet between you. Even the gifts she tries to give you are turned down

➤ Apparently a diamond bracelet and a Chanel handbag for your two-month anniversary are ‘too extravagant’ for a lowly assistant

➤ But to Momo, nothing is too grand or expensive for her darling; she would give you the world on a silver platter if you asked for it

➤ At least you’re amicable to going out on dates with her. You call them ‘errands’ but she knows better, and soon, you will too

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“Miss Yaoyorozu, there’s an urgent--”

“We’ve gone over this already,” Momo sighs from behind her desk. “I told you to call me Momo.”

You hesitate in the doorway of her office, clutching the files for her latest hero analysis close to your chest. “I don’t think that’s very appropriate, ma’am…”

“Oh! Or Yaomomo,” she continues, as if you hadn’t spoken. “My friends back in high school used to call me that.”

You’re powerless against the bright smile she sends your way and you give in, compromising on calling her by her first name when only no one else is around.

Momo would prefer you do it especially in front of others, but the relationship is still fairly new, and you do seem to be the shy type, so she lets it slide for now.

You continue you work, blissfully unaware of the looks of longing (tinged with possessiveness) that your boss sends you throughout the day. The following morning, as you’re heading out with Momo to get the busy day started, she instead has you drop her home to pick up something very important that she needs.

“A quick in and out, I promise!”

Which is why you’re so confused when she walks into her kitchen and turns the stove on under a stainless-steel kettle.

“Momo?”

She is elated that you call her by her first time without her having to prompt or correct you. She smiles and hums in acknowledgment as she goes around her kitchen to collect a platter of snacks and teabags big enough for a tea party.

You check your phone for the time. “I thought you said this wouldn’t take long. You have a meeting at eleven-thirty and a photoshoot with Hero Weekly magazine later this afternoon.” We don’t have time for this, you want to add but hold your tongue. Creati might be friendly to a concerning degree but she’s still your boss.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Momo laughs, pulling out two dainty teacups and setting them down on the counter where you’re seated. “We’ve got plenty of time for that.”

Right.

As Momo gets the tea together, you take the time to look around. “You have a lovely home, by the way.”

Lovely doesn’t begin to describe it. The enormous space is elegant and classy – much like its owner. Top hero rankings really do pay the bills. You imagine coming from money probably doesn’t hurt either.

“Thank you,” Momo says, handing you a delicate cup on a matching saucer. “I’m glad you like it.”

You nod in thanks and take a sip of the piping hot black liquid. It’s delicious and obviously high-quality. But you can’t help but notice the odd aftertaste - an almost bitter undercurrent that has you pausing for just a second. But not wanting to seem rude, you ignore it, silently finishing your cup while Momo slowly sips her own tea, looking on with a hidden smile.

It doesn’t take long for you to start feeling unusually drowsy. The room starts to spin as your vision blurs around the edges. You attempt to speak but your tongue feels like lead in your mouth, heavy and unwilling to from words so that anything that comes out is stilted and slurred.

“Oh dear, I think I made the dose too high,” you hear Momo mumble worriedly to herself.

You want to ask her what she means but it’s taking all of your energy just to stay awake. You allow her to sling a lifeless arm over her shoulders and drag you deeper into the house, into what you assume is her bedroom and onto what you assume is her bed.

“So beautiful…” she murmurs, using the back of her hand to gently stroke your cheek, nothing but adoration in her gaze. She leans down to place a gentle kiss to your lips and the unexpected action has you tensing up – as much as your body would allow, anyway.

Confusion mars her perfect features when you try to turn your head away and begin grumbling incoherently in protest.

“You’re not into…? But you had a girlfriend in your second year of college. You two only just recently broke up.”

Your brows furrow. How the hell does she know that…?

You attempt to voice that concern aloud but whatever was put in your tea has you fighting to stay conscious, until you finally succumb. The last thing you hear is Momo wishing you sweet dreams.

You come to sometime later, groggy and dazed, with a slight pain thumping at your temples. You groan and move to rub the sleep out of your eyes, but your hand is caught fast. Your eyes flick up from the padded cuff circling your wrist, up the gleaming metal chain to where it’s attached to the headboard; your other wrist is secured just as tightly.

Just as you start to panic, the door opens and in steps Momo. She’s out of her hero costume and in an oversized white sweater and black leggings.

“Miss Yaoyorozu!” you shout, nearly hysterical. “W-what’s going on? Why am I tied up?!”

Momo tuts, a small frown tugging at her lips. “Momo, dear,” she corrects gently.

Your boss’ behaviour has you baffled and a little apprehensive. Why is she acting as though having her personal assistant tied up in her bed is completely normal? Momo moves over to you, fluffing up the pillow your head is resting on, and asks if you’re comfortable.

You begin to tremble. “Miss Yao--”

A hand is on your jaw, squeezing tight enough to effectively shut you up.

“If you don’t stop calling me that I’m going to have to punish you.”

Momo leans over you, uncomfortably close as she keeps your face in a vice-like grip, perfectly manicured nails digging into the skin of your cheeks. Her tone is soft but strict, like a parent berating their child.

“Do you understand?”

Timidly, you nod your head.

Satisfied with your compliance, Momo lets go of your jaw to softly rub a thumb along the irritated skin. “I’m sorry, love. I hate being so rough with you. But we’ve got to nip those nasty little habits in the bud.”

“M-Momo?” You hate how shaky and small your voice is, but you continue when she hums in question. “What’s going on? I don’t… I don’t understand.”

She tilts her head to the side. “What’s not to understand?”

She can’t be serious can she? You swallow past the rising ball of panic in your throat. “I want to go home.”

“You’re already home, love,” she says with a chuckle. As if it’s the most well-known thing in the world and you’re being silly.

You immediately switch to another tactic. You’re going to have to play along if you want any chance of escape. “O-of course. Um, could you untie me? It’s a little uncomfortable,” you say, glancing up to where you’re tied to the headboard. You’ve never had any kind of combat training but maybe you can find a way to trick or overpower her once your hands are free. Going up against a Pro Hero is the last thing you want to do but you have to at least try.

Momo’s answer is swift and simple. “No.”

“No?” you repeat dumbly.

“You must really think I’m stupid,” she says with a laugh, high and bell-like.  “Oh, my silly little baby, do you really think you have a chance of fighting me? You’re not going anywhere, and you can’t escape. So you’d might as well get that thought out of your empty little head.”

The patronizing quality of her jab leaves you feeling utterly defeated and you sag in your bonds.

“Don’t pout, beautiful. I’ll make it all better,” she says, hand pressing into your stomach as she moves onto the bed to hover above you. She leans down and plants an unsuspecting kiss onto your lips. You try desperately to pull away, but your efforts go completely ignored as she deepens the kiss, running her tongue along the seam of your tightly closed lips.

The hand on your stomach slips upwards to cover one of your breasts. She gives it a squeeze, trapping your nipple between her fingers. The action has you squirming, and you let out an involuntary moan.

“Good girl,” Momo purrs against your lips.

“Get off,” you respond in protest. “Get off of me!”

“Behave,” she scolds, sliding her hands down your body until she has a strong grip on your hips. She plays with the hem of the large cotton t-shirt you’re wearing – definitely not the suit you put on this morning; she must have changed you while you were knocked out. With dread, you also realize that you’re not wearing any underwear.

Momo lifts up the only piece of clothing you have on and tucks in under your chin, allowing her eyes to freely roam the expanse of your naked body. “You’re perfect,” she breathes out, reverent. “I’ve wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you, you know.”

A finger glides up the curve of your breast to circle your nipple, stroking over the quickly hardening peak. Your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, desperate to not let any noises slip out. But you can’t hold back the squeak when you feel her warm, wet mouth descend on your breast. You squirm at the way her tongue flicks over your nipple and her teeth

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, she slips a hand down to rest against your mound. Those graceful fingers slide down to pet against the lips of your cunt, slipping down even further to play with your hole.

She toys with you for a while, mouth firmly attached to your breast, sucking on your nipple until you can’t hold back your cries any longer. She slips a finger inside of you, the movement made easy by the copious amounts of slick. Another soon joins, slowly fucking you in a way that has your toes curling. The wet squelching sound is piercing in the otherwise quiet room; you ball your fists and shut your eyes tight, embarrassed by the way your traitorous body is responding.

You almost scream when Momo’s thumb begins to rub firms circles into your sensitive clit and within seconds you’re cumming all over her fingers. She doesn’t stop until you’re close to another orgasm.

“My sweet girl, you did so well,” she praises, slipping her fingers out of you.

You just lay there, panting and trying to come to terms with the fact that your boss just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.

She holds up her fingers, the slim digits are covered in your slick. The embarrassment from witnessing how much you enjoyed that makes you want to crawl into a hole. But Momo shows no such reservations and pops them into her mouth, eyes closing and moaning as though she’s tasting the sweetest honey.

“If I had known you tasted this good I would have done this a long time ago,” Momo chuckles. “Good enough to eat.”

The hungry glint in her eyes has you quickly clamping your thighs together but it’s embarrassingly easy for her to pry them apart, holding you open and spread out in the most intimate of ways.

Despite the horror you’re feeling, you can’t tear your eyes away from the sight of Momo getting comfortable on her stomach and leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your mound. She starts with kitten licks against your folds that that have unwanted excitement pooling in your belly, before licking a broad stripe from your wet, twitching hole to your clit. Her lips close over the little nub, taking it into her to suckle and lave with attention. You moan and buck your hips up into her mouth, desperate to feel more of her tongue.

She lets go of your clit to close her mouth of you entirely, tongue wriggling inside, your walls immediately clench down on the slippery intrusion. You keen, back arching as your pussy releases a wave of slick, which Momo is more than happy to lap up, moaning hungrily. With the amount of noise she’s making, you’d think she’s the one being pleasured. She hums and sighs as she works you over, obvious in her enjoyment of eating you out.

Your body tenses and you throw your head back with a scream. You can’t stop yourself from cumming a second time – this one just as intense as the last.

Before you know it, Momo is undressed and shuffling until she’s kneeling directly over you. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she wants to do.

“It’s only fair, right?” she asks, thighs straddling your head. She doesn’t give you time to respond before she’s lowering herself down onto your face. “Don’t disappoint me, ok?”

Her tone is sweet enough, but the threat is clear.

Without much of a choice, you stick your tongue out and begin lapping at her pussy. She’s already soaking wet, worked up from giving you pleasure. You use every trick you knew to get her off as quickly as possible. Luckily, it doesn’t take long.

“Oh, god! Yes!” she’s soon crying out, writhing on your tongue. “Please, baby. Please make me cum! Make me -ah!”

Momo grinds down harder and her pace picks up until she suddenly stops, hips giving short jerks as she whines and lets out a satisfied little sigh. She pulls away, shuffling down your body until she can lie down beside you to hug you close.

“You did wonderful, darling,” she praises, still slightly out of breath.

You say nothing but Momo is having none of that. She taps a finger against your slick-covered lips. “What do we say when someone compliments you, sweetie?”

You try to blink back tears. You’re really not getting out of here are you?

“Thank you,” you reply obediently.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #momo x reader #yandere #yandere mha #noncon tw #tw: noncon

[arianakristine]

A to Z

Part 2 of my drabble collection, N-Z

N

Navel

               He buries his head into her navel, and hot tears soak her skin. Words are muffled into her, indiscernible, words she doesn’t need but he gives anyway.

               She stands stoic, arms firmly by her side, pretending she isn’t fighting her own. She stares hard into the mist, waiting for her vision to correct itself, waiting for her walls to brick up.

               Instead something inside her, at the pit of her stomach, dislodges. She lets a sob escape, and she ducks her head down.

               Her hands shake, and she lets out a shuddered breath when she tangles them in his hair.

 O

Outside

               The pattering of rain sounds outside, and a slow piano tunes in the other room from a forgotten radio.

               In their room, it is warm, cozy. They are buried under blankets and relishing in the grey of the mid-morning storm.

               Her breath is warm and sweet from the cocoa she had earlier, and her eyes echo that sentiment as she looks up at him in half-asleep wonderment.

               He has never felt this type of peace anywhere but under the stars and amidst his wild family, a lifetime ago.

He is careful to curl her closer, to keep the feeling longer.

P

Package

               She greets the small, brown package with an absent ‘thanks’ to the delivery person disappearing down the hall.

               She takes it in, shifting its weight and leaving it next to a filled plate. She ignores it while she readies herself and son for their day, unbothered.

               When Henry is safe at his Manhattan school, she grabs a scissors and snips the sealed edges with a soft scraping sound.

               The contents shakes loose into her open palm, and the cool metal sits facing up – a badge. One she stares at until she sees cobalt eyes instead.

               Storybrooke. It’s from Storybrooke. Graham.

Q

Quality

               The first kiss is searing, unasked for, all teeth and passion, aching plea. She rips away, not after closing her eyes, she swears. She tastes him for hours later, refuses to wash him out, claims it anger that makes the choice.

               The second kiss is softer, sweeter. Slow, then burning. Intense. A mutual decision, a drop of pretense. The thirst grows, until she cannot give him up for air. It stops abruptly, and Emma can’t help but crave more, even as concern bleeds first.

               The third kiss never arrives, but it is not the quantity of them that haunts her.

 R

Reception

                The reception is icy, strangely, eerily so when she arrives with his hand in hers.

               A dark glare sets from the back of the diner, tracing his form with rage barely contained.

               She calls to the others first, puzzled by the strain on their faces. Can’t they see? A shock, a wonder, a goddamn miracle that he’s here.

               But tones remain cool, detached, and the chanced looks to the glowering mayor shows the reason.

               She sets her spine. If the solution is one or the other, she has made her decision.

               She will be sure all will know exactly that.

S

Seam

               His thumb rolls across the seam of her reddened lips, and she parts them willingly, taking his mouth just as simply as she gives her own.

               His hands plunge through her hair, and her own tangle in his shirtfront, ripping down. He sucks a breath in through his nose, unwilling to part where his skin meets hers but he finally follows down to find more of it.

               Teeth run along her collarbone, and threads pop open from their confines at the waist of her skirt.

               Her head lolls back, and she twists into his hold: closer, closer, and closer still.

 T

Tire

               He doesn’t tire of this.

               He loves sleeping next to only Emma, of course. He has long since memorized the patterns of her breathing, cannot sleep without it.

               But there are midnights where he must scoop up a shivering body to lie between them, where messy dark curls mix with her blonde ones, arm slung over her neck to pull her close and small, slack fingers reaching back for him.

               He lays an arm to rest on Emma’s hip, one that shelters her underneath as she kicks out. He grins tiredly, happy to play the protector for this princess’ dreams.

U

Undress

               He feels undressed by their gaze, peeled back layer by layer from the very act of their stare.

               Unnerved, guarded, he pulls at his collar and ventures closer to her side.

               Her gown glitters in the candlelight, and she is a vision that dances from one conversation to the next. He feels unmatched and out of place, an imposter in their midst.

               She asks for help with the corset ties later, and sighs her tiredness. She worries aloud that she doesn’t belong; he kisses the disquiet off her face.

               For everything, they are at least matched, the two of them.

 V

Veil

               Under the veil of night, the trees were foreboding. They stretched their arms upwards in their bare, dormant state, cloaking the light of the pale half-moon.

               Her hands were like ice, and she pulled the hood around her closer, scanning the woods for signs of life.

               A grip of fear caught the breath in her chest, panic dying as she caught the red eye of the beast.

               “There you are,” she breathed even before she turned to find her lover.

He held her close, and the cold melted from her as she embraced him in the shadow of the wolf.

W

Weakness

               He always considered it a weakness, the fact that he cared.

               It had lost him his security, his family, his heart. It had cost him his freedom, his life.

               So he pulls away when he finds firm ground beneath him once again, pretends that he could be the misanthrope he had once been once more.

               Ignores the pain plain in her eyes when he rejects her open hand.

               But when she collapses, pale and cold against the ground as her magic extinguishes, every last bit of the resolve crashes down.

               He is weak, perhaps. But it will make him strong.

 X

X-Ray

               She frowns deeply at the X-ray, shoots a glare at her children. The doctor points out the jagged lines across the ulna.

               The tiny boy peeks from behind a mop of sandy hair, sad eyes just like his father’s.

               “It was my fault,” both her sons say in unison.

               “We’ll discuss it later,” she says in her sternest voice, leftover panic in her tone.

               They drive home with the smell of fresh plaster filling her yellow bug. “You can’t scare me like that,” she demands.

               “It was an Operation,” her teen explains stubbornly. “We were trying to find his wolf.”

 Y

Yearn

               She knew what it was to yearn for something.

               She spent her entire childhood seeking a family with a passion that made her heart collapse under the weight. Even behind bricks, her heart had yearned for this.

               So when she looks over her family, strange and broken but stitched together through sheer willpower, she feels anxiety creep into her chest.

               What if she lost this? What if it is dragged away, just as before?

               He only listens when she whispers her fear later, brushes her hair in long strokes, nods. He kisses her forehead and says, “It’s my fear, too.”

 Z

Zoom

               The sound of the Zoom call was so mind-numbingly familiar that she pushed her head into her palm and glared into the camera as she clicked to let the person in from the virtual waiting room.

               The screen loaded, and the smiling face of her parents appeared. Emma waved, and adjusted the baby in her lap, listening as Snow cooed and David tried to press in to see.

               The quick weekly catch-up was over quick.

               “I miss them,” she admitted tiredly as she passed along the infant.

               “We’re keeping them safe,” he said, brow creased with worry.

               “Yeah. Still.”

               “Still.”

#gremma #emma swan #graham humbert #ouat ff #gremma ff

[mtwalker]

Weekly Writing

This is quite a long one, but it’s a couple days after the last post.

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        “Ugh!” Adeline pushed some papers across one of the many tables in her lab, searching hectically for something. “Where’s the-” Varian’s newly-gloved hand dangled the small screwdriver in front of her face. She sighed in relief, looking at him over her shoulder. His smirk spread across his face, which was covered in haphazard ink smudges after the day and a half they had been working. Her chest seemed to constrict at the sight of him and she had the urge to reach out and brush his long black fringe out of his face.

        Pushing the thoughts out of her mind, she took the screwdriver from him and turned back to the small figures on the table in front of her. No time to unpack all of those strange reactions right now. They were already crunched for time, and the princess expected results. Considering how little the pair had slept over the last day or so, Adeline was impressed with the amount of progress they had made. Her housing units were almost complete, and Varian had insisted that his compound was almost perfect.

        Screwing in the final legs of her creatures, she was finally able to turn to her partner. He held two beakers a couple inches from his face, his tongue poking between his teeth in concentration. She held her breath in anticipation, watching the two liquids slosh in their beakers. As they connected, a warm bright glow started to emit from the glass, lighting the room and both of their grins. Adeline had to fight the urge to react, knowing that any loud or sudden movement could startle him and cause them to lose the compound. After she was sure Varian had settled the beaker back into its stand, she ran at him. He caught her in his arms, laughing.

        “We did it! It actually worked!” He gasped, bouncing on his toes with his arms crossed tight behind her back. She laughed with him, kicking her feet in the air. He gently sat her back on the ground and pulled away, the excitement still bright in his eyes. She nudged him with her hip, grinning up at him.

        “I told you we could do it.”

        “I never doubted us,” He grinned back, lightly pushing her shoulder. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

        “Come on. I’ll open the units and you pour the compound. Then they’ll be ready to hand over.” His smile seemed to falter for a second, which made Adeline pause. “What is it?”

        “We should hurry. Don’t wanna keep anyone waiting,” He turned around and grabbed the beaker, his voice having a forced edge to it that worried her. But he was right, now wasn’t the time to push this.

        After a few minutes of Adeline unscrewing each of the housing units center containment regions and Varian carefully filling them with the component he had created, their creations were finally complete and lined up on the table. Moments after sealing the last one, the princess and her group stepped through the door.

        “One of the guards said he heard cheering. Did you…” The princess bit her lip, her bare toes taping on the ground. Adeline moved to the side to reveal the six mechanical bugs lined up along the table. Rapunzel ran forward, leaning in close to take in the small creatures sitting on the workbench. “Wonderful! How do they work? How long will they last?” Adeline lifted one gently in her hand, attaching a metal band to her wrist.

        “This button here on the top activates them. When pressed, a chemical fills the bulb on the end, creating a light. The bug will then fly in a circle with about a ten-foot radius around you and return to your hand. Keep the band on you so it knows where to come back to. If you click the button again the chemical will go back into the middle and the light will go out.” Adeline passed out the pieces as she spoke, pointing out the various parts as she described them. “There are two extras in case anything happens. Be careful with them. We weren’t able to do extensive testing.”

        “Oh, they look wonderful!” Rapunzel grinned up at her with wide eyes. “Thank you!” She turned to look at Varian and her grin softened to one with a hint of nervousness behind it. “And thank you too, Varian.” Adeline noticed him tense behind her, his gaze focused hard on the table beside him.

        “Your Majesty, there’s not a lot of time. You all should go.”

        “W-Well, I wanted to say-”

        “Sundrop,” Eugene placed a hand on Rapunzel’s shoulder, casting an understanding glance at the inventor, “we’ve gotta go. We’ll have all the time in the world to talk later.”

        “Yes,” The princess nodded, “You’re right, Eugene.” She tucked the spare bugs into her satchel and smiled one final time at the two scientists. Eugene lead her quickly out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind him.

        Adeline turned to face Varian, who was still staring intently at the table. Ruddiger seemed to have noticed his odd behavior as well and crawled up to Varian’s shoulder. The raccoon chittered and batted at his hair, pressing his cold nose to the crook in the alchemist’s neck. This seemed to knock Varian out of his trance, causing him to shake his head and playfully push the furry creature away.

        “Let’s get this cleaned up,” Adeline smiled softly at the two of them and moved over to her tables. She started straightening her equipment, making sure it would be easy to find the next day. Her father had always instilled in her the importance of an organized workspace, saying that it helped to save time and to keep the mind focused.

        Once she had straightened the final piece, she turned to find Varian still cleaning out his beakers. She knew that for an alchemist making sure his equipment was clean could be the line between life and death, but even to that extent he was taking much longer than necessary. She quietly moved behind him and placed a hand on his arm. He stiffened at her touch but didn’t stop his cleaning.

        “Is everything okay?”

        “Of course. We were successful. Everything’s all fixed. Nothing else to be worried about.” He was still looking intently down at his beakers, as if he were more focused on not looking at her than what he was actually looking at.

        “Varian come on. Talk to me.” She gently tugged his arm, turning him to face her. His bright eyes finally glanced up at her, his face still ducked downward.

        “I guess…” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, “I just was starting to get used to being up here. Going back feels… hard.” He scrunched up his nose at the thought, his other hand fiddling with the beaker.

        “Well, I was thinking, what with our success and all…” Adeline offered him a small smile, “I might be needing an assistant. And think of all the things I could accomplish with an actual alchemist working with me.” Varian chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

        “I don’t know how well the king will react to the idea of me no longer being imprisoned.”

“I think as long as our setup remains similar to how it currently is, it should be fine. There’s a side room off of the lab with a couple beds. The guards would stay outside. Someone would always be with you.”

“Ugh. I hate being watched all the time.” He finally sat the beaker down, leaning against the table and frowning.

“It’s more for you than for them. It’s harder to be falsely accused if there’s always a witness.” Adeline took Varian’s hand in her own and squeezed it. “I know it’s kind of a slim chance, but it is a chance.” He sighed and smiled at her, squeezing her hand in return.

“Yeah. You’re right. Besides, I’m an alchemist. Slim chances are what I work with best.” At that, they both started laughing.

“Come on. We can get some rest in the spare room. We’ve been up for hours.” Not yet letting go of his hand, the smaller girl pulled him through a side door and into a sleeping chamber. Two beds had been pressed against either wall, with a small table between them and a desk by the door. Ruddiger ran in after them, quickly climbing onto one of the beds and curling up on the pillow. Adeline gave him a warm smile. “Seems like someone’s claimed that bed for you.”

“He’s claimed it for someone.” Varian sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his long black gloves and sitting them to the side. “I meant to ask, what’s with the old goggles? They look like the magnification was added by hand years ago. Does the king not give his royal inventor equipment or something?” She reached up to run a hand fondly over the goggles.

“They were my dad’s, actually. He gave them to me years ago, when I was old enough to help him with watch repairs and stuff.” Varian’s eyes went wide at the mention of her father, and he quickly turned away.

“Oh. Sorry, then.” He curled up next to Ruddiger on the bed, his knees tucked up and his back to her. Adeline frowned and sat on the end of his bed. He normally got quiet when her parents were mentioned, and she could assume why, but something about their earlier conversation made her want to push a little further.

“Varian, I don’t mind you bringing them up. You know that, right?” He didn’t respond, his back still to her. She waited patiently, knowing from experience that sometimes moments of silence could prompt him to speak.

“I don’t get it,” He whispered, his body incredibly still, “How can you stand to talk to me?” She knew this conversation was coming. Of course, it was. After three years, it was bound to come up sooner rather than later.

“Because after spending three years talking to you, I don’t see the boy who attacked Old Corona. Not really. I see someone who’s smart and clever. Someone who’s been hurt and scared. Someone who’s incredibly compassionate and observant. I see my friend. And logically, I shouldn’t. I know that. But sometimes emotion is stronger than logic.” She placed a hand on his leg, feeling him shift beside her on the bed. “Varian, I won’t condemn you for what you did. And neither would my parents.” She gently shoved his shoulder. “Now scoot over.” He turned his head to give her a confused stare but complied. She slid into bed next to him with her back against the headboard and pulled his head onto her lap.

“You don’t have to-”

“Hush. You look like you haven’t slept in days. I don’t wanna hear it.” Adeline ran her fingers through his black hair, watching as his eyes started to close.

#weekly writing #oc #original character #adeline #varian #varian x oc #tangled #tangled the series #what even is science #I'm just making it up at this point #the closest thing to a science class I took in college was physics #and you know I didn't understand any of that

[alo-piss-trancy]

What Lurks in the Shadows (P/5 Omo Snippet #7)

((BIG BIG PLOT SPOILERS FOR P5 BELOW!!!!))

((This was going to be a 3 part omo whumpfest about Akira's time after captured by the police/Akechi. 1st chap would be his time in confinement w/Sae and then the car ride with her after escaping aka normal playthrough, 2nd was the Bad End w/Akechi which was going to be absolutely brutal, and THIS was Chapter 1.5 (took place directly after Sae's chapter which had 1 wetting. Makoto stays the night in leblanc to keep an eye on him since Sojiro and Sae can't. Akira is super fucked up from all the injected drugs, Tae's meds, and the trauma. Out of all my snippets this is the one I was most invested in and would love to finish if I ever had time/motivation.))

((Forgive the not-so-accurate injuries, I had planned to research and edit those to be more realistic/close to canon after the basic draft. Same with his paranoia it was gonna be more fleshed out.))

The haze of sleep had faded as he gradually became aware of the various signals coming from his body. His head was pounding... he wasn't sure how much was from the man's foot kicking into it when he'd first woken up in that cell, and how much was a side effect from the drugs still coursing through his veins. It was enough to make him feel nauseous, but the churning in his stomach was nothing compared to the sharp stinging every time he tried to breathe. His sides and back were killing him. 

Everything hurt… he just wanted to drift back off...

But there was one other thing he was aware of that would make that impossible. His bladder, heavy and aching badly enough that he had to squeeze his thighs together, huffing under his breath. Right. Normally he was fine during the night, but after what had happened earlier and all of the fluids he'd had to drink to combat the dehydration, he guessed it made sense that those muscles would be weaker than usual.

Licking his lips, he reached towards the nightstand, fumbling around for his glasses. His sides were screaming in response to the simple movement, but he finally managed to get his shaking fingers to grasp them. As soon as he put them on though, he swiftly wished he hadn't.

His vision was still bleary anyways from the sleepiness, but the slight bit of extra focus he gained made the darkness of his room seem much more threatening than it had been a few moments ago. It had been hazy before, but now he could make out sharp shadows and bulky figures, some of which he swore would move the moment he turned his head. He couldn't gain a clear image, but they were there, lurking in the edges of his vision, the briefest flashes of legs or arms, shined shoes, smug faces. Sharp teeth, inhuman masses, bloody necks without heads.

Shadows can't manifest here, can they?

Arsene. Arsene, can you hear me?

He couldn't sense the rush of unrestrained power, that rush of confidence and flair that let him know his Persona had come to the forefront of his mind. He couldn't feel anything but his heart beating faster, the tremble of his shoulders as he pulled his arms closer to his chest. 

Another flashing face out of the corner of his eyes and he was forced to clench them shut. How many of these things were there? Where were they coming from? Ow, sitting up like this really hurt... every inch of him hurt...

There's too much I'm trying to focus on... I can't think clearly enough to contact him…

Nibbling his lip as he squeezed his thighs together against his body's insistent nagging, he risked a glance towards the left side of the bed. Makoto was still lying there, sleeping peacefully. The sight was somehow both comforting and painfully lonely. Yes, it was nice to know someone else was here with him, but if they weren't actually awake to see the danger in the room...

But... she's always aware of things.  She's the one who triple-checked the door, and made sure both our phones were charging. If there was really an intruder here, she'd wake up immediately, right?

There's nothing here. There can't be. We're the only two things alive in here.

Those things that he was seeing... they must just be hallucinations. Terrifying, but not real. He fought monsters weekly anyways. He could handle a few spooky apparitions.

Taking a breath, he forced himself to look back at the rest of the room, his eyes straining to see what the strange forms and shadowed areas could be. Well, he knew some of the lumps by memory... the crafting table, and all of the junk on that one shelf...

I can feel my way through the rest.

But just as he started to work up the nerve to shift his legs, he caught sight of the door. The doorway, cloaked entirely in darkness, and leading the way down into a pitch-black café. The café everyone had been gathered in so shortly ago...

Someone could have seen Sae's car... And if Futaba had bugged the place once, surely the much more advanced resources the police had access to could do the same... They could have followed him here, and they could be waiting, right down there, and he'd come down and they'd pin him again, and he couldn't fight back, not like this, and they'd-

His breath quickening, he'd finally let himself lie back down, pulling the blanket over his head. He couldn't risk it, he couldn't go down there, not when there could be an ambush...

Just listen to yourself! You got away! You had that whole plan, and it worked, you know it worked! Makoto's here, Sae's on our side... you're safe here…

He knew he should trust logic. But... if there was the slightest chance that they could be here, that he could go through that hell again...

He could wake her, ask her to walk down with him...

But if he was right, then they might beat her, or drug her, or do something even worse, and he couldn't allow her to be put through that...

And if he was wrong, which was just as likely, then she'd just think he was wasting her time and being paranoid, and he was their leader, he was supposed to be confident and strong and totally not scared about the way their plan had gone, because if they knew he had doubts, they wouldn't focus, and then they might not be able to stop Shi-

I can't ask her. I can figure something out.

Well, he couldn't hold it until morning, and he definitely wasn't going to piss himself, so he'd just have to suck it up. Whatever was waiting down there, he'd just have to brave it. 

Just run down there, it'll take two minutes tops. You'll be back up here in no-time, and then you can go back to bed and sleep it all off.

He couldn't bring his legs or arms to move. They were just frozen in place, paralyzing fear running though his body. 

The pulses were getting stronger and stronger with every minute he stayed lying there, each steady throb forcing him to bite down on his lip harder, forcing his hand to squeeze his crotch tighter. He wanted to squirm around so badly, but he couldn't risk waking her. Squeezing his watery eyes shut, he rocked his hips a little, nearly rutting into his hand in a desperate effort to take the edge off. It wasn't helping, damn it, nothing was helping, it was just getting worse and worse...

It's just a room away, damn it! Just get up! All you have to do is get up!

He couldn't help moaning as another urgent spasm sent pain ramming through his abdomen, a slow trickle of warmth dripping out for a few seconds before it stopped, not enough to give him any relief at all. He was already in enough pain, and yet this hurt so badly...

Just slide off the fucking bed. The plant's right there, you don't even have to go downstairs. Just stand up and walk a few feet.

The dim noise of a dog barking outside assaulted his ears, and he clutched himself tighter, his crossed legs shaking as his bladder continued to spasm, waves of pain rolling through him as he fought to breathe quietly. He needed to go worse than he ever had in his life, and yet he was stuck laying on his side, panting into the pillow. He couldn't even work up the nerve to throw the covers back and sit up, knowing they were his only shield from everything else outside his protective bubble.

If I go out there, they're going to kill me... Akechi's going to be there with a gun, or they'll wrestle me to the ground and cuff me again first…

Another burst of warmth started streaming into his boxers, leaking through to wet his sweatpants. His face was blazing hot, sweat starting to drip along his skin, and he groaned, pressing his face harder into the pillow. He felt sick. It felt like the room was starting to spin, and he could barely find the strength to clench himself off before he leaked any more.

I can't piss myself again... I... I can't…

But I can't get up, not when they're right there…

It was too easy to hear the voices floating up from downstairs, those deep tones and firm orders, heartless, merciless. It was too easy to feel the sharp toe of a boot against his ribs, or the cold metal pressed against his head, the sting of more needles jabbing into his skin. He could taste the copper in his mouth, the warm heat bathing his tongue as he tried not to swallow mouthfuls of his own blood...

His entire abdomen was throbbing and pulsing, shudders running up and down his spine as he whimpered under his breath, squeezing as hard as he could against the burning in his crotch. The wet fabric rubbing against his skin kept teasing him, and little spurts kept slipping out to soak them further. 

Please... if I can just hold it until the sun comes up…

If he could just wait until Sojiro came in the morning... it would prove he was safe then...

A new jet shot out to flood his thighs with warmth, coming out so harshly that he had to bite down on his knuckles to muffle the gasp. When he breathed it caused the fabric to shift slightly, little dribbles of the liquid sliding around on his skin. He could feel every inch of his lower body throbbing, the stinging urge to release aching at the very edge of his member. Grinding against it wasn't doing anything to ease it anymore. If anything, it just made his need worse, forcing tiny leaks to drip out with the added pressure.

If I could at least slide off onto the floor, that'd be easier to-

Bang!

The click of a gun, aimed at his head as Akechi walked through the door, striding over to find him on the floor and helpless. 

The creatures were still flashing at the edges of his vision too, dancing around in the dark patches. One could easily be lurking under the bed, waiting to drag him under and rip him apart.

Another harsh burst started pouring into his pants, and he tightened the grip on his mouth, hoping to imprison the sob trying to escape. Sojiro was going to kill him for this.

I can't... I just can't...

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't hold it anymore. It was gushing out now, heat drenching between his legs, his thighs, and pooling around his waist. The muffled hiss against fabric sounded way too loud in this room, and he squeezed shut teary eyes, praying nothing was attracted by the noise. It felt so good to go, but the relief only made him feel sicker, his stomach twisting into knots as he felt the blankets around him and the sheets below begin to soak into a pool. 

He was trying his best not to sniffle too loudly, nose running from the light smell that was trapped under the covers, but he felt the bed shift as what he dreaded most began to happen. Makoto was moving, starting to stir with a soft groan, and he was nowhere near finished.

Stop, please stop... please stop...

But no amount of shame was going to force his body to put itself in more pain just to spare his feelings, and he could only lay there in dull fear as urine kept gushing out of him.

"What... What time is it?" It was the softest of slurred voices, but he still flinched as Makoto sat up. She was probably rubbing at her eyes, but he wasn't about to risk making eye contact to check. No, he was keeping his eyes firmly closed, doing his best to try and shut out whatever visual horrors lurked around him.

"Why is... The bed feels..." His breath hitched despite his best efforts, fresh pain shooting through his chest, and that was enough to awaken her more fully. "Akira? Akira, are you crying?"

He didn't answer, trying his best to keep quiet even though it was impossible. His breathing was becoming more ragged as his nerves and the pain caused by them set in, and a few of those shameful tears were sliding down his face. He couldn't wipe them with both hands busy.

"Akira?"

((He's ashamed, but is still too panicked by everything else to be too upset about the actual wetting. She's very gentle when she comforts him, listens to why he couldn't leave. ))

((when she finally helps him move to sit in the floor, he's in agony from his injuries and still dizzy from the drugs.))

"You're wet..." She yanked her hand back from where she'd been touching him, squinting in vain as she tried to inspect her skin in the dim glow of moonlight. "You shouldn't be wet there."

"Sorry... it was kind of a lot, so..."

She shook her head quickly. "No, it can't have been that, it's too high up. Let me see your shirt." 

Before he could protest, she reached out to grasp the edges, tugging the cloth up until it was just below his armpits. He shuddered, both from the pain of having to keep his arms stretched up out of the way, and because of the chilly air hitting his skin.

"Akira, you're bleeding!" The moment her fingers stroked the bandaged area (light as her touch was) he flinched, gasping and gritting his teeth to try and trap a mewl of pain. 

"Oh, sorry, I'm so sorry! That's near where your ribs were broken... I'm going to have to change your bandages though, and get another look at that wound. I think all of your moving earlier pulled open the scab."

((takes him downstairs to clean up in the bathroom, washes him very carefully and avoids his privates. He hates that she has to see his injuries in full, but has no choice.))

((after he gets re-bandaged, she quietly suggests he wait in the booth while she fixes him a snack because he didn't eat earlier (he chooses to hide out in the bathroom instead, still paranoid about the door. She agrees to stay in there with him) ))

((At one point while they're downstairs, Morgana and him make brief eye contact through the shop window. Mona desperately wants to come in and comfort him, but Akira signals for him to stay outside like they originally planned. Mona knows the best way to help Akira is to stand guard seriously, even if his heart is being torn to pieces seeing what a wreck his best friend is...))

~~~

"I told you, I'm really not hungry..."

"Just some light broth, and a few noodles. I'll go fix it, stay in here and rest until I come get you."

((when she comes with his food and some light pain meds, he sees her eyes are bloodshot and puffy. She's been bawling in the kitchen, but forces herself to be calm for his sake.))

((they can't do laundry for the bed at 4am, so she fetches some clean blankets from the closet and they lay bundled up on the floor ))

((makoto tries to comfort him with sympathetic story of Kaneshiro's harassment and calls, when she was terrified he was going to break into her house and how she dealt with the paranoia to keep from breaking down since she couldn't tell anyone.))

((More angst fluff and both trying to hide their emotional anguish from each other as they fall asleep huddled on cold tile bc I am nothing if not a cruel bitch))

#omocute #omorashi #fandomo #fictomo #persomo #bearfic #again i'll edit with formatting in a sec! #but anyway this is the last snippet and it's my fav out of the batch tbh

[newwheel]

Stromer ST1X Customer Ride Report by Paul Yonemura

About Paul

Age: 66 Occupation: Retired Music Teacher/Independent Jazz Recording Artist Home Town: Berkeley, CA Bike Usage: Errands/Pleasure Rides Average Weekly Mileage: 20 miles/Errands Pleasure Riding Mileage: 10-30 miles per trip

Bike: Stromer ST1X 17″ in Orange w/ Stromer Front Suspension & BodyFloat Seatpost

How I Wound Up On An Electric Bike Like a lot of people, I rode a great deal when I was a child.  I’d ride all over Berkeley on everything from a balloon-tired cruiser to a ten-speed.  Then the driver’s license came at age sixteen and that ended my biking for a long time.  I got back on a bike at age 38, riding an early mountain bike, which was great for Berkeley’s not-so-perfect streets, but I wasn’t consistent with it.  Being a band director meant having to haul instruments in for repair in a car, so the bike got very sporadic use.

I was very out of shape, going into retirement, so I signed up at a local gym and also signed up for a personal trainer.  My trainer is about my age, super-fit, and sets a good example.  She rode to the gym every day on everything from an urban “beater” bike to her fancy carbon-fiber road bike.  

One day, I arrived at the gym and saw an electric bike parked where she normally parked.  Like a lot of people, I thought electric bikes were for people who didn’t want to exercise.  I felt sure that someone had taken her parking spot.  I had to admit, looking at her bike (which was a Specialized Turbo) made me realize that electric bikes had come a long way.  Yes, it was her bike.  She said it was a present from her partner and when I asked how she liked it, she said, “I love it!  You should try one!”

I did try one, liked it, but was unable to get a duplicate of her bike (Specialized had discontinued production).  A recommendation to try The New Wheel Electric Bike Shop came my way.  I had also done some research on bikes and the one that came up in comparisons with the Specialized was the Stromer line.  I went to The New Wheel in Larkspur, took a ride on a Stromer ST1 Platinum and a week later I had one of my own.  Over the next six months, even with the heavy winter rains, I put over 1200 miles on the bike, all very enjoyable.

Why The Switch To The ST1 X? One day, while my bike was being serviced at The New Wheel, I saw a Stromer on display that was a very eye-catching orange metallic.  Brett Thurber told me this was the new ST1 X, which would be coming out the next year (this was in 2016 when I saw the display model).  

While I was happy with my ST1 Platinum, I had to admit there were some range anxiety issues on longer rides.  I never ran out of battery, but it was something to think about when I was riding in unfamiliar territory.  The ST1 X with the biggest battery pack (910 KWH) effectively solved that, at least on paper.  I wasn’t sure about the Omni system, whether I really needed all the tech features, but I had to admit it cleaned up the handle bar area by putting the bike’s brain in the top tube.  The look of the bike is what really caught my eye though.  The frame looks the same as the ST1 Elite or Platinum, until you take a closer look.  It’s a more refined, precision piece of work and the wiring is, for the most part, tucked away out of sight, which makes the bike look cleaner.  I finally put in an order in early April 2017 and took delivery in mid-April.  Mine is in orange metallic, which is very eye-catching.

The ST1 X Riding Experience I had a floating seat post and a Stromer shock fork on my old bike to help deal with the much-less-than-perfect streets around my Berkeley neighborhood.  I learned early on that the Stromer goes fast enough to magnify even small bumps.  I upgraded the ST1 X with both of these features, along with an aftermarket seat that was more to my liking.  I’m also running the biggest battery option available, with is the 910 KWH battery.  With conservative settings on the torque sensors, I could potentially get over 100 miles on a charge, depending on riding conditions.  My Platinum did about 35 miles with 20% battery left, so that was quite a bump in range!

Berkeley, like most Bay Area cities, is not totally flat.  There are grades and hills of varying steepness.  This is what greeted the ST1 X when I got it home.  A test ride is one thing, but riding the way I was accustomed to riding my ST1 Platinum brought initial disappointment.  The Platinum has four different power settings and even the City mode on that bike felt more powerful than the #2 mode on the ST1 X.  It seemed like the new bike was more of a chore to ride, very sluggish.  The settings on the phone app torque sensors were right in the middle of the screen “sliders” and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep the bike.

Brett Thurber assured me that there were things I could do to cure the lack of go on the bike.  The ST1 X rides very much like an ST2, so it meant that I had to play around with the torque sensors.  There’s one on the on-board computer, and three sensors on the app, one for agility, one for torque, and one for speed, all used to tune the #2 mode on the controls on the handlebar.  (The controls, for modes 1, 2, and 3, plus lights are right at the fingertip, very easy to use, an improvement over the old bolt-on control panel on my old bike.)

I definitely am not tuning this bike for maximum battery range.  The bike torque sensor, plus the app agility and torque sensors are all set for maximum power.  I left the speed adjustment a little higher than the factory middle setting.  It’s taken a few weeks to “dial it in,” but my somewhat troublesome knees are now telling me that I’m getting it right.  My knees haven’t felt this good in a year.  More important, I’m now getting that power boost that I’m accustomed to.  Here is the breakdown on how the ST1 X does in my riding around Berkeley.

Power This bike isn’t any faster than my Platinum was, since both bikes are rated with 28 m.p.h. top speeds, but I have to say that the ST1 X surprises me by being easier to exploit that top speed.  I think the torque curve of the motor is different and puts out a good amount at higher speeds.  On San Pablo Avenue, I actually pushed the bike past 28 mph, hit 29 mph. the other day.  If I had a little more street between signals, I may very well have touched 30 mph.

Great, you say, but how does it do on hills?  On my gym commutes, I hit grades and moderate hills that would slow my speed down to between 5-7 mph on a conventional bike.  I did a little test on the ST1 X with no assist on and this was the result.  On the same hill, putting it on the #3 mode, I pulled as high as 17 mph, dropping to 15 mph at the crest of the hill, all still seated.  If I came out of the seat, 17 mph would have been the speed at the crest.  

There are four bad hills in this area, which are the top part of Marin Avenue in Berkeley, Moeser Lane in El Cerrito, Potrero Avenue in El Cerrito, and Cutting Blvd. in Richmond.  Using upper Marin Avenue as an extreme hill test, I lasted for one block in maximum assist and the lowest gear on the rear cluster.  It was work, but I made it to the next intersection.  If your commute or riding includes hills like these, I’d recommend something else, maybe a mid-drive with double the torque.

Since I don’t use these hills for anything, the ST1 X is perfect.  It flattens everything else even resembling a hill that I normally encounter.  The power delivery is smooth and quiet too.  I’ve already mentioned the speed, but it’s worth bringing up that it’s easy to exploit what power this bike has in every situation.  It’s also easy to just putter along at a moderate pace.  

Shifting The ST1 X has plenty of gears for how I ride.  The shifts are very clean and crisp.  I think this is due to an upgraded shifter over my old bike, plus no multiple chain-rings up front, which makes tuning the rear deraillier easier.  

Range Even with my power-mad tuning of the motor, I’ve charged the bike twice in six weeks.  The first charge still had 28% battery life showing at 77 miles.  The second charge had 20% battery life left at about 85 miles.  If I wasn’t conservative about holding something in reserve, I could probably break 100 miles.  I find that once I hit my ideal spin speed in a given situation, the assist drops off to almost nothing, so I think that has more to do with saving the battery.  It seems to be a “have your cake and eat it too” sort of situation.  At any rate, having the monster battery on board was a good investment.  

Braking On my test ride, I noticed that the ST1 X has a much more pronounced regenerative braking action.  It’s also adjustable.  I boosted mine up to double what it was in the factory settings.  I’ve talked about climbing hills and what goes up has to come down.  This feature makes maintaining control on a long downhill stretch easy and it helps with keeping me off the brake pads until I need to come to a complete stop.  On flat ground, if I time my application of the regen feature properly, I can almost come to a complete stop without getting into the brake pads, saving them until the last several feet.  

So far, there is none of the ST1 brake squeal that I had on my old bike.  This bike only has 205 miles on it so far, but the brakes are impressively quiet and smooth in action.  The only thing I’d like to see on this bike is the addition of a regen mode in the Omni controller for those long downhill runs.  That being said, it’s easy to partially pull on the brake handles to kick the regen mode on.  Nice job, Stromer!

Other Features Remember how I thought I wouldn’t use the other tech features?  Well, I’ve started using the remote locking hub feature on the Stromer phone app when I park the bike (I also have a good lock).  I mentioned the control buttons, but I have to say that’s the first thing I really liked over my old bike.  The GPS tracking feature is a nice thing to have too.  The only nit here is that it sometimes takes a few minutes for the bike and the app to sync up.  I’m sure there will be improvements from Stromer as more of these bikes hit the road.

The standard headlight puts out plenty of light at night and I like the big tail-light as well.  

Stromer supplies a rack with this bike, along with fenders (same as my old bike, the “City Kit”).  I’ve seen some reviewers bash the rack as useless, but I just hang my saddle-bags on the rack and do grocery runs with it.  I don’t think Stromer recommends putting a child seat on the rack, but for running errands and hauling moderate loads, I think the rack makes this bike very useful.  I don’t have the need for a cargo bike yet, so the ST1 X makes for a fun around-town errand runner.  

Final Thoughts My initial disappointment with the performance of the ST1 X went away when I was able to find the settings that I liked.  That’s one of the beauties of this new bike.  If you have a flat commute and want to extend your battery range, you can either run it in mode #1, or set the sensors in the middle for mode #2 (which is where the factory puts them).  It’s very adjustable for the individual rider’s tastes.  This bike is a blast to ride and makes dealing with Berkeley’s traffic congestion and most of the hills I encounter a breeze!  It’s also very useful as an errand runner and has already taken me to Point Richmond and back, along with a Bay Bridge ride.  The miles are adding up quickly.  Most important, the ST1 X is now part of my fitness routine, while taking care of my around-town commuting needs.  My car now stays in the garage, unless I have to hit the freeway, or haul out my drums to a gig.  The savings in fuel and parking costs, as well as wear and tear on the nerves, is worth it.  For those of you who think that I can’t ride a normal bike anymore, I still can.  I’ve also found out my pedal cadence is much steadier than before, so I am getting a workout on an E-bike, which I didn’t think was possible.  It really is an around-town replacement for my car and I feel a lot better after a ride, no matter how short or long.

Would I recommend this bike for anyone else?  Yes.  While it’s not a cheap ride, it has a lot of the features of the ST2 for two thousand dollars less.  That’s a pretty nice deal.  It’s a bike for a person who likes a sportier, faster ride.  I’m enthused enough to recommend the ST1 X to my son, who does a round-trip 12 mile daily commute to Oakland.  It would cut his commute time in half, and time is a precious commodity these days.  

If you like high performance in what you ride, give the Stromer ST1 X a test ride. As for me, I’ve got some new roads to conquer.  If you see an orange ST1 X out on the road in the East Bay, it’s probably me…

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