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butterflies-and-bumble-bees · 6 months

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Feed the Hungry

My Entry for the @inklings-challenge 2023!!!

Im sorry it's a little late I have horrible time management skills

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Sonya looked out the window at the faint glimmer of the single star that somehow managed to pierce the haze that blanketed the sky over the lower sectors of the city. She could just barely see the tiny point of light between the other high-rise barracks of the district. Some might say it was a wonder you could see beyond the miasma of Callisto’s atmosphere, which swirled beyond the shield responsible for the fact that humans could live here at all.

One of the other women from her barracks, Leah, walked over, carrying two steaming cups of coffee. Despite the tight rationing in the lower sectors of the city, there was always an ample amount of caffeine to be had. Tired workers were inefficient, any means of keeping them productive was given precedence.

“Good Morning.” Sonya kept her voice low, so as not to wake those who did not have to be awake at the current hour. Leah handed her a cup of coffee and took a seat opposite of her at the end of the long table.

“Morning.” she replied, tone also subdued. “Did you hear the Prime’s speech Yesterday?”

“He’s determined…” Sonya trailed off.

“As all good leaders should be.” Leah’s sarcasm was palpable.

Sonya rolled her eyes, trying not to laugh. Leah chuckled as well, though perhaps more at her friend’s reaction than at the joke itself.

The laughter subsided and the two were quiet for a moment.

Leah broke the ponderous silence. “We’d better get going, if we want to be done in time to get to work.” she got out of her seat, walking over to get her jacket from her locker.

Sonya nodded, taking one last sip of her coffee before getting up as well.

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Wrapped in warm coats to block out the cold of the night, the two women quietly made their way out of the second story window that led to the fire escape. Leah ducked out first, moving slowly so the rickety metal platform shook as little as possible. Sonya passed her two large duffle bags, before following suit.

Each bag was stuffed as full as was possible, without becoming too heavy and bulky to carry stealthily.

They made it to the ground with no incident. Leah checked that the coast was clear as they reached the end of the alleyway between their barracks and the next, motioning for Sonya to follow when she saw no-one.

The duo kept to the shadows as much as possible, Leah looking ahead, and Sonya behind. At one point Sonya saw a patrol, two armed guards in silvery grey uniform, round a corner. She tapped Leah once on the shoulder, the signal that there was trouble. They both froze, hardly daring to breathe as they pressed themselves into the shadows. Once the patrol had passed they continued on.

After a cautious 6 minute walk they ducked into another alley, and again began the careful ascent of another fire escape. This time they didn’t stop at the second floor, continuing on past 6 more floors. The window on the eighth floor opened when they reached it, breathless from the exertion.

A person, completely hidden by the shadows, reached out to help Leah as she climbed over the windowsill and into the room. The figure again reached out to help Sonya, after Leah was inside.

Once the window was closed, and the curtain again drawn, their host turned on a light and began to speak.

“I’m glad you made it here alright.”

Sonya could now see that it was Erik, one of their contacts in the building. He ran his hand through his sandy brown hair in relief.

“There was one patrol, but they didn’t see us.” Leah put her bag down the floor as she spoke, crouching to unzip it. Inside were various non-perishable foods – cans of soup, beans, fruits, and vegetables, packets of dried fruit and nuts, pasta, etc.

“How much do you think you’ll need for the next few weeks?” Sonya asked, opening her bag as well. She had other useful items – toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, razors, antiseptic, bandages, plastic bags, a few rolls of paper towels, and a few bottles of various medicines.

“You’re not coming next week?” Worry painted Erik’s voice, as he began taking stock of what they had to offer.

“We hope to…” Leah began.

“Just in case..” Sonya also began.

The two women looked at each other and chuckled.

“Let me confer with Simon.” Erik walked to the door of the room. He soon returned with the other man.

Concern painted Simon’s features as he came to where the women had unpacked some of the goods they had brought.

“Our Glorious Leader’s–” the words dripped with poisoned irony, “–promise of increased crack downs on security and curfew enforcement are making it harder and harder to make these deliveries.” Leah sighed, dejected.

Sonya put her hand on Leah’s shoulder in reassurance.

“We just need to do our best, regardless, God asks no more than that of us.”

Leah offered her a weak smile in return.

“But what if our best isn’t isn’t enough…”

Sonya sighed and looked away. She never knew the answer when she asked herself that question either.

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After working out what they would leave with Erik and Simon for the week, as well as developing a code that could be passed along if they found they could return, the two women took their leave of the building. They had 2 more stops to make and the clock was ticking.

Leah set her face into a hard, determined expression, as she set foot back into the cold darkness outside. Sonya shuddered involuntarily at the chill, before instantly freezing in fear at the metallic sound of the fire escape shaking.

The two stood in complete silence for a minute, before determining that the coast was clear and no-one had heard.

They slowly, carefully, made their way back to the street level. They walked down the alley in the opposite direction of where they had come, stopping at the next street to check for patrols. After crossing the street, they again climbed up the fire escape with as much silence and finesse as possible.

This time, when they reached the 12th floor, there was no-one at the window. It opened easily – an inconspicuous piece of wood had been nailed to its frame for just that purpose. Leah held the window open for Sonya, and then climbed in herself.

Sonya took two of the plastic bags from her duffle bag, and began rifling through the supplies. She winced with every crinkle and rustle of the plastic as they attempted to quietly place things inside of them.

They did their best to guess what was needed. Leah would pick up a can of peaches for Sonya’s inspection, and Sonya would offer a bar of soap for Leah’s approval. After a few minutes spent allotting items they had filled four bags, which they put underneath the empty bed closest to the window. It belonged to their contact West, who was out on the night shift, along with all the others from this floor of the building. “Productivity never sleeps”

Making it safely to the ground yet again, the two crept back along the alley towards the street. Leah was just about to give the signal to move on, when the telltale stomp of boots echoed between the buildings. Each reverberation twisted the sound, making it more distorted and strange, as though it was not a human walking in their direction, but some great beast.

Leah turned to look at Sonya, who met her wide eyes with a nervous expression of her own.

With the echo, there was no way of knowing which direction the footsteps were, or what direction they were headed.

Slowly but surely, one of the night patrols began to pass. The two women tried their hardest to flatten themselves against the building and blend into the shadows, but a flashlight beam in the one’s face would reveal even a well trained spy.

“Who are you? What are you doing here” The guard asked in a calm but gruff tone. Neither of the women could force themselves to choke out a name, much less an excuse.

The other guard marched into the alley towards Sonya, while the one who spoke grabbed Leah, pulling her into the light of the street. Sonya dropped her bag, putting her hands up, and followed.

“Hands up. Against the wall. Now.” The one who seemed to be in charge ordered, motioning with his gun to where he wanted them to go.

Leah backed against the wall, still holding the bag. The second guard grabbed it roughly from her hands and threw it on the ground. The first guard kept his weapon trained on the two curfew breakers, while his compatriot ripped open the bag to inspect its contents.

“Sir…” he trailed off, unsure of what to make of his findings. Instead of weapons, or explosives, as was expected of would-be saboteurs, there were cans of carrots, and bags of dried cranberries, and other food.

The one in charge turned to look briefly at the bag.

“Check the other one. In the alley.” He still wasn’t shouting, but his voice was no longer the picture of control it had been.

The other guard soon returned with the other bag, open as well, holding up a bottle of painkillers from within.

“Here” he placed the bag on the ground in the light, before drawing his own gun to see to it that the two prisoners, well, stayed prisoners.

The one in charge bent down to more closely examine the contents of the bags. Once he was satisfied, stood back up and turned to Sonya and Leah.

“What are you doing with these items?” His voice was again unnervingly calm.

“B.. B.. Bringing them to people..” Sonya choked out in a voice so quiet she wondered if the guard had even heard her.

“Is that so.” He began to pace thoughtfully, but then turned back to her. “Who were you bringing them to?”

“P.. People who n-need them.” She was a little louder, this time, but she still could not keep the tremble from her voice.

"Really? You're not selling them on the black market?" He pressed, getting uncomfortably close to her.

"No, sir."

The guard narrowed his eyes at her, studying her expression like a cat analysing the flight pattern of a bird. He backed away from her after several long agonising seconds, and motioned for the other guard to lower his gun.

“It would seem that we have interrupted a mission of mercy.” He paused. His face was like stone, but his eyes told a different story. “I am, therefore, just this once, willing to overlook the breaking of curfew,�� His posture relaxed, but only for a moment. “Don’t let it happen again.” He returned to the cold, commanding stature he had held for the majority of the interaction. “Alton, come.” he began to walk off, continuing his patrol. The other guard followed, returning his gun to its holster.

As their footsteps faded Sonya collapsed against the wall, breathing for what felt like the first time in a century. Leah slumped down onto the ground, cradling her now two-thirds empty duffle bag in her lap.

Sonya slid down the wall into a sitting position next to her friend. Leah looked at her watch, motioning to the time. They had to get moving again. But where to? Sonya put her arms up in a ‘what now?’ sort of gesture, before pointing first in the direction of their own barracks and then towards their final stop for the night.

Leah paused to think, weighing the options for a moment, before pointing towards the latter. They would have to be quick, but they most likely could still make it.

Caution was not thrown to the wind, but it was laid gently to the side, in favour of speed as the two again began to walk. People were depending on them.

They still had work to do.

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This story started out as the first paragraph of one of my WIPs. As I had barely started working on that story, I decided to workshop it and see if I got any ideas of what to do for the Inklings Challenge. Since it's set on Jupiter's Moon, Callisto, it fit the space travel prompt.

Looking at how Sonya, my main character was in the resistance, I realized that it would be super easy to work in the other prompt of Corporeal Works of Mercy.

Some of my inspirations for this story came from Tolkien ("Above all shadows rides the sun."), the story The Uncommunist Cow by Carol Houselander, from her anthology Catholic Tales for Boys and Girls, Hogan's Heroes, @irishironclad 's That Tower of Iron, various episodes of Star Trek and Doctor Who, and a whole lot of pictures from various scifi movies i've never watched on pinterest. (also reading the summaries of various scifi movies/books and going "oh that's a cool plot" and then never watching/reading them)

Image credit - F451 helghan alley by michel voogt on pinterest

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Thanks for reading 💕

Im sorry again that it's so late I only finished it late last night and then i didn't get a chance to post it until today.

#the inklings challenge #inkling's challenge #my stuff #my writing

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lesbian-empress-nero · 2 months

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Adachi woke up to someone beside him.

Sleepy scarlet eyes were looking at him from under dark grey curls, a tired smile playing on her face.

Despite the haze of sleep still lingering, Adachi pulled her closer, listening to the sound of her heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of her chest.

“Hello, keijisan,” Izanami murmured, her hands in his. “I’m sorry I had to leave you.”

Adachi couldn’t find it in himself to respond. His beloved was back. Izanami had returned. He hadn’t been abandoned. She still loved him.

Izanami pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, gently removing her hands to wrap her arms around his waist, to hold him closer to her. “Was it lonely without me...?”

She sounded unsure, like she was asking for reassurance.

Adachi nodded, fulling aware that he was clinging to those familiar white robes. He was lonely, and he was starving. Hunger gnawed at the relief, screamed to be addressed.

Izanami took a deep breath, running one of her hands through his hair. “You have no idea how happy I am to be back... To be able to hold you again and keep you safe from anything that might try to hurt you.”

Another pang of hunger as she pressed a kiss to his forehead. Did she know how hungry he was? How starved he felt? Would she let him take what he needed this time, or would she ask to wait? Was it rude to ask himself? He was hungry. So, so hungry.

Izanami must have noticed. She had to have. She was offering again, after all. Offering all he needed. And that was all he would take. Never more than what she gave to him. But somehow she always knew how much he needed, how much he had to take in order to drive off his ever-lasting hunger, that feeling of emptiness.

Though, now that she was here and back in his arms, he didn’t feel so empty anymore.

izanami needs to feed her dog right now hes STARVING. god i love the mortal x immortal dynamic with them. izanami swearing to protect him and give him everything he needs. ok now im thinking. im cooking. adachi's mortal so he'll eventually die. izanami is SCARED of that. so she gives him absolutely everything. she does everything to make him happy knowing that someday, though it may be a while for him, he will die. idk... love mortal x immortal dynamics a lot

#nero answers #shackle-foes #izadachi #adanami

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iris-ren · 2 years

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abducted

chapter 7

getou x reader

tags: character death // violence // feral reader // heavy smutt // over stimulation // morally grey reader //

word count: 3.8k

chapter six

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getou let you weep in his arms until your eyes ran dry, and continued to hold you through the slumber that followed. the man watched you for hours, finally coming to the conclusion that the feelings he had for you could no longer be avoided.

getou didn’t sleep a wink even after the sun had set. the sorcerer’s mind ran on a rapid loop of anxiety. you hadn’t told getou exactly what happened when mahito attacked you, but seeing the effect it left on you made him want to kill the man immediately, but he refused to leave you alone even if you were sleeping. you needed him more than ever, and he dared not to let you down again.

the house spirits had imprisoned mahito in the facility deep in the forest that getou had originally created for gojo. the structure was small and rather unimpressive looking on the outside, its sole purpose was to hold curse users. the walls of the small prison were infused with ancient jujutsu. any jujutsu sorcerer—other than getou who enters the building will not be able to tap into their cursed energy while inside its walls.

the creation of the small prison was a early part of getou’s plan of capturing gojo, but it was now holding one of his own men. anger ignited in suguru’s chest, the thought of one of his own men disrespecting him in such capacity made him reevaluate just how sound his plan really was.

you tossed and turned in your sleep, finally settling with your head burried into getou’s chest. the angry feelings in getou’s chest was replaced with a warm content feeling. the man felt that he had waited years to finally hold you in his arms. the act felt right, and it filled his heart with peace.

no longer fighting against his own feelings, suguru held you closer, and placed a kiss on your forehead. getou rested his chin on your head, and allowed the peaceful blackness of sleep take hold of him.

morning came too quickly for getou. he yawned deeply, blinking the sleepy haze out of his eyes to see you perched on the end of the bed. you were facing the window, but getou could tell that something was off. “hey, you okay?” he asked in a voice still raspy with sleep.

you didn’t answer him, you only continued to stare out into the trees with a blank expression. you woke up feeling different, all the emotions you felt from the previous day were replaced with an intense anger and a need for revenge. your experience with mahito was the straw that broke the camel's back, and it made you realize that you didn’t want to be weak and incapable any more.

thinking back on the fear you felt while being taunted and chased through the forest ignited your cursed energy. getou could sense the dark energy exuding from your body. the energy was much darker and erratic than usual; he had never seen your cursed energy come out like this.

getou sat up in the bed, reaching for your shoulders to shake you out of whatever day dream you were having. “hey!” he shook you hard, but you were still deeply entwined in your thoughts of revenge. only the sound of your name leaving the man’s lips, brought you out of your stupor.

you finally turned to look at him. the sight of getou’s eyes and lips still puffy from his deep sleep caused your cursed energy to return to its dormant state. you stared at the man with a blank expression not knowing what to say. his brows furrowed, still looking at you quizzically, “what’s going on? i’ve never seen you like this. i need you to tell me what’s going on.” a beat passed. “please.” he pleaded.

you took a deep breath, “im angry.” you thought back on the night with mahito once more, your hands unconsciously formed into fists in your lap. “i’m tired of feeling weak.” you concluded. getou sympathetically wrapped a hand over your balled fists, speaking softly into your ear, “you’re not weak, and you never have to feel that way again. you turned to meet his gaze. “i can help you.” he said in a whisper.

“i want him dead.” your tone came out matter factly. “then it will be done.” you shook your head at getou’s words. “no, i’ll be the one to do it.” suguru’s face reverted back to its original concerned expression. getou opened his mouth to speak, only to be cut off by your words, “i will be the one to kill him.”

there was a massive shift inside of you, getou could sense the change in your demeanor. he knew this was an argument that he would not win, so the man conceded, “fine. i’ll take you to him.”

the walk to the facility was a long and quiet one. getou and you both were both too busy listening to the conflicted inner monologue inside your minds to make casual conversation. the weight of your earlier words began to set in, as the two of your made your way through the trees. you were going to kill a man, this would be the very first time that you would kill a man.

there’s a first for everything. you supposed. getou’s thought process was similar to yours, even though the man wanted to recruit you to his side all along, he didn’t know it would happen like this. getou knew you naturally carried a guilty conscience, he was fearful of what killing mahito would do to you. there’s no take backs when killing a person, getou knew this truth all too well.

after a long period of silence, the trees finally cleared. the makeshift prison getou built was small and inconspicuous looking, but your stomach still dropped at the sight of it. the two of you stopped at the entrance of the small stone building.

getou turned to face you, gripping both of your arms, “are you sure you want to go through with this?” you were nervous, and felt as if you could throw up at any moment, but your mind was made up. you knew what you had to do. you nodded your head silently, and getou led you through the entryway.

you followed the sorcerer through the dark passageways that finally led to a single cell. mahito could be seen chained up on the concrete floor through the small window in the iron door. it was clear that the house spirits had been torturing the man at getou’s command, based on mahito’s appearance. it looked like he was barely clinging to life, and the absence of his cursed energy signature only reaffirmed the thought.

getou left your side for a moment, allowing you to get a good look at the first man you would kill. you were deep in thought watching mahito’s unconscious form, when getou returned with a large weapon in tow. the man swung the long scythe with a flourish.

you couldn’t help but cock a brow at the weapon. the sight of it was terrifying, the weapon consisted of a long black pole that led to a large curved blade. you couldn’t help but notice how the blade shined against the low light of the stoned lined hall.

getou passed the weapon into your hands, allowing you to feel the cold steel pole in your grasp. “it’s a very old war scythe, used by powerful sorcerer’s from the high era of jujutsu.” getou revealed. “it’s embedded with cursed energy of its own, and even has its own technique.”

you gripped the pole with two hands, letting yourself get used to its weight, “yeah? what’s its technique?” you mused, not taking your eyes off the shiny blade. getou smiled then, “it can take the power of those who are killed with its blade.” you snapped your eyes back to him as understanding filled you.

“so i could have mahito’s power of soul manipulation just by killing him with this?” getou clasped his hands together, smiling down on you encouragingly, “precisely.”

the desire for power filled your bloodstream. you would never have to feel weak again. no curse—no matter how high the grade, could hurt you ever again. you smiled back at the man, “and you're giving this to me?” suguru nodded, “it’s all yours doll.”

the next moments passed in a fog. your senses were clouded with revenge and the need for power. getou opened the large door into the cell, causing mahito to stir awake. seeing the fear that filled mahito’s mind only fueled your vengeful desires. you toted the long blade over your shoulder, smiling down at the man, “good morning!” you giggled. “i hope you slept well.”

your next words were drowned out by mahito’s cries, the man begged getou for mercy knowing his life depended on it, but getou didn’t move from behind you. the man was completely unfazed by mahito’s cries, he knew that he would’ve killed the human curse eventually.

“whenever you're ready, doll. i’d like to get this over with.” you swung the blade off your shoulder, thinking that maybe you would like to hear how much the man could beg, but you decided against it.

“don’t worry mahito, i’ll make good use of your cursed technique.” you cooed, swinging the long blade in one quick motion across the man’s neck. mahito’s screams died in his throat while blood gushed from the fatal wound. his body slouched to the ground, but you hardly noticed. a ringing noise filled your ears. you became drunk off the power that the kill gave you.

every hair on your body stood up. you could feel the blade taking mahito’s power—sucking it up like a vacuum. you felt no remorse, only pure nirvana, you knew the world would be a better place without him. pride swelled in your heart, knowing that you were the one to take him out of the world.

getou called your name from behind you, but the sound didn’t register. your ears were still filled with the loud white noise ringing in them. a large hand wrapped around your waist and your name was called once more. a manic giggle erupted from your throat, still looking at the bloody blade.

“i did it.” you breathed. getou could tell you were having a hard time processing what you did, and he knew that he had to get you out of there. the man pulled you out of the cell in an attempt to get some distance from the scene. you were still giggling, you felt overjoyed with your new sense of power.

you pushed the large man against the wall with a thud, “you know suguru, i think you were right. the world needs people like us.” getou wanted to question your meaning but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. you stood on your top toes trying to get yourself at eye level to getou, “i still don’t agree with your whole ‘kill all non-sorcerer’s’ plan, but i think we could come to some sort of understanding.”

getou knew you were drunk on power but he couldn’t bring himself to care. the sorcerer looked down on you, “yeah?” he grinned, loving how you looked in your feral state. “yeah, now take me home please.”

you felt extremely grateful for getou’s teleportation technique when the two of you emerged from the darkness, back in the living room of getou’s home. returning home seemed to do nothing to quell the mix of mania and lust pumping through your veins. you didn’t push away from getou’s touch like you usually did after transporting, in fact you leaned into his hold.

chest to chest—getou looked down into your wild eyes using his thumb and pointer finger to lift your chin, “being the hand of death got you on a power trip huh, doll?” you blushed at his words, still staring into his all encompassing gaze. getou leaned down, allowing his lips to hover just above your own, “murderous little thing.” he whispered.

whatever restraight the two of your had before, completely disappeared at his words. getou’s grip tightened on the small of your back, while the other hand snaked up your spine to grip the back of your neck. your lips collided in a messy dance. it was unclear as to who was leading the kiss, due to your tongues gliding over each other in a hungry fight for dominance.

you wrapped your arms around getou’s neck, intertwining your fingers with his thick hair at the base of his head. the man moaned into your mouth at the sensation, causing your knees to buckle. getou didn’t falter, swiftly scooping you up in his arms allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. you could tell the man was good with his mouth, when he took your bottom lip between his teeth you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper. the feelings that his mouth elicited on yours made your cunt grow wet from the sensation.

any shyness that ever existed in your body evaporated when you began to roll your hips against getou’s stomach. the act made getou break the kiss, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. your heart pounded in your chest and cunt, waiting for him to say something. getou breathed heavily, “i’ve never seen you like this. fuck.” he professed, grabbing a handful of your ass and kneading the flesh.

your hands still massaged the base of his scalp. his skin felt addicting, you wanted to kiss and lick every inch of it, beginning with his neck. suguru hoisted you up higher in his arms, walking the two of you to the master bedroom while you placed open mouth kisses all over his neck. you barely noticed the movement forward, you were too busy kissing and licking his warm skin all the way up to his ear. you didn’t take notice of the new location until getou sat himself on the edge of the bed. the motion caused your lips to leave his skin, noticing that your hips were now straddling his.

getou reached up to cup your face with one hand, and used the other to grip your hip. the man looked at you soberly, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.” you giggled in response, pressing your clothed pussy against the cock growing hard in getou’s pants. you rocked your hips ever so slightly to tease him, “yeah? how long?”

a devilish grin appeared on the man’s face, “don’t taunt me doll, cause it’s you who’s gonna be begging for my cock later.” suguru didn’t give you a chance to respond, before gripping your hips and flipping you on to your back in the middle of the bed. he didn’t grant you a moment to catch your breath before settling his weight between your parted thighs and locking his lips to yours.

sounds of the wet kiss filled your ears. getou moved his tongue slower this time, using it to tease yours with languid flicking motions. not breaking the kiss, he removed your hands from his neck, and pressed your wrists firmly into the mattress above your head. you dared not move them when his deft fingers worked underneath the hem of your shirt.

your back arched off the bed when his hands met your breast’s under the thin shirt. getou moaned into your mouth at the feeling of your soft tits in his hands, causing you to buck your hips against his cock in response. still fondling your breasts, getou’s lips left yours, he thought you looked so pretty with your lips swollen from his mouth, and he wanted nothing more than to see all of you.

“gonna let me see those pretty titties baby?” he said in a pleading tone, gripping the bottom of your shirt. you nodded your head, suddenly feeling shy. getou took his time sliding the shirt up, not wanting to spook you. the cool air of the bedroom nipped your skin causing goosebumps to rise across your body.

you both sucked in a breath when your breasts were freed from the fabric. getou took a moment to take in the sight of you below him before he spoke, “so fucking pretty.” he whispered. his lips met yours once more, you fought the urge to move your hands from above your head when his large palm moved to roll your nipples between his fingers. your clit pounded at the sensation, crying out in a desperate plea for stimulation.

suguru shifted his body so his thigh was resting between your legs. his mouth left yours with a pop, “rub your cunt against my thigh.” he commanded softly. you heeded his command, doing anything to get friction on your clit. your moans came out more rapidly from the feeling of getou’s hands on your tits and his big thigh between your legs.

your body was heating up, and you desperately wanted getou to remove your pants but you had a feeling he was going to drag things out for teasing him earlier. “su-suguru, please.” you whined. “hmm?” he hummed playfully. “i need you to touch me, please.”

suguru looked at you through his lashes, “i'm already touching you, doll.” he said, moving his mouth to suck on your nipple. the feeling made your cunt flutter. you let out another soft moan, writhing under him. getou looked up at your face while flicking your over stimulated nipple with his tongue, “you sound so fucking pretty, baby.”

tears pricked your eyes, your cunt was in desperate need of attention. you were about to start begging just how getou said you would, when he tugged at the waistband of your pants, “let’s get you out of these.” getou quipped, taking your bottoms off swiftly. he smiled at the sight of your soaked panties, you noticed that this smile was a genuine one, not like his usual malice hinted smiles. the look reminded you of the old days. the days when you were completely in love with your best friend.

the sight could have made your heart explode, but the wholesome moment was cut short when getou removed his shirt, revealing his toned chest and arms. he looked like a giant looming over you without his shirt, the sight made your cunt throb even more. “i’m gonna touch you over your panties, okay?” suguru beckoned from between your thighs. getou kept his eyes on you as he hovered his fingers over your soaking panties, he wanted to see your every reaction. the man used only his thumb to work circles on your clit, but the sensation sent your head rolling back nonetheless.

getou’s cock ached at the sight of you coming undone from his fingers, but he made up his mind that he wouldn’t fuck you until you begged for it. “you’re doing so good for me doll, i knew you would.” getou praised. “you don’t know how long i’ve thought about doing this.” he moved his thumb quicker over your swollen clit, “years. i’ve thought about this for years.” his breath’s grew ragged, “-should’ve never let gojo have you. he doesn’t deserve this pretty pussy.”

you moaned loud, as heat filled the pit of your stomach, “getou! i’m gonna-“ his hand left your clit, causing you to sigh in frustration. the man shushed you quietly, “not yet. i can’t let you cum yet. you're gonna cum all over my cock, or not at all.”

tears filled your eyes once more, “suguru, please.” you pleaded, rubbing your wet panties against his clothed cock. getou smiled, “say it again.” he said teasingly. “please.” you begged in a low tone.

getou kissed your lips passionately before heeding your words. he pulled your panties off quickly, and took a moment to stare at your glistening cunt. “fuck.” he said in awe. “pretty, pretty, pussy.” he mumbled to himself. he then unsheathed his cock, it sprang upwards bouncing off his stomach. your mouth salivated at how pretty it was, noticing the slight upwards curve in the shape, and the small amount of pre cum already leaking from the tip.

getou leaned down to suck on your tits once more, sliding his cock up and down just on your slick outer folds. you moaned when the tip of his cock slid against your clit, the sensation alone was about to send you over the edge. you couldn’t keep your hands above your head anymore. you needed to touch him, you had to rake your hands through getou’s hair, you had to feel his warm skin against yours.

getou groaned, his breath was uneven, and he was almost as restless as you were. “you want my cock pretty girl?” he breathed raggedly. “yes! sugu- please!”

you took a deep breath watching getou grip your thigh with one hand, and using the other to line himself up with your entrance, you both groaned when he slid in, your cunt already clamping down on him. his thrusts were slow, allowing for you to get used to the size of him. even going slow, his cock tapped against your g-spot eliciting sweet sounds from your mouth.

your plush walls felt so good around getou’s cock he could help but let his thrusts grow more erratic, he leaned down to feel your chest against his as he pumped deep into your walls. you noticed his hair falling out of its bun allowing his hair to fall in both of your faces as he kissed you.

you moaned into his mouth, getou’s fingers played with your nipple all while his cock pounded your g-spot. suguru broke the kiss to look at you with lust filled eyes, “you feel so fucking good.” he crooned. “want you to be a good girl for me and cum all over my cock okay?”

he kneaded your breasts that were bouncing from his thrusts, while your walls clamped down on him. the consistent motion of his cock hitting your g-spot sent you over the edge, you wailed as your cunt fluttered around his cock.

getou moaned, about to cum from the feeling of your cunt dancing around his length, “ah! good girl! that's it, cum all over my cock baby, that’s it.” his thrust grew ragged in your swollen cunt, you cried in over stimulation as he spurted hot liquid into your tired pussy. getou leaned down to place a sweet kiss onto your lips and then your forehead, “i’m so proud of you, pretty girl.”

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tsukkismoonlight · 2 years

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Your Hand in Mine

|| B.K x Reader

Authors Note: I finally finished my piece for @sourstars 200 follower Celebration!! Im sure you're up and going but congrats again !!! My prompt was touch ! I hope you enjoy !!

Summary: All of the little moments you share seem to take up the most space in your head

The very first time you noticed it, was at a local concert. You and your closest friends had the front row right by the stage. Behind you, the rest of the crowd was amping up their energy, getting more excited. Not that it bothered you too much, it was a concert after all! But the continuous motions were causing you to be shoved into the railing, which was starting to hurt.

The moment he noticed the discomfort on your face, Bokuto Kotaro carefully grabbed your side and pulled you closer to him, until he was taking the force of the crowd and acting like an iron wall to protect you. At the time, you passed it off as something he'd do for just about anyone

Little moments like this tended to come and go between the two of you. Lingering fingers after a fun little game of thumb war. Quick hugs and leaning on each other while you wait in line for your drinks at the local coffee shop. Piggy back rides and secret handshakes. Running in the rain as he carefully pulls you by the hand. Playfully falling on you claiming that 'he's too tired to stand' and so much more.

Before you knew it, you had subconsciously begun to crave these little moments more than ever. Every time you saw Bokuto, you would ruffle his hair playfully until he grabbed your hand. Or you would pass him a note and let your fingers graze his. You would go to your favorite coffee shop on days where he might not even be there. Whenever he was about to leave you would grab the end of his sweater sleeve, making him stay for a moment later.

And while everyone else seemed to notice these fleeting soft touches, your friends never said anything. They merely smiled to themselves and shook their heads. The first time someone even said something was a stranger.

You and Bo were visiting your good friend Hinata, playing a friendly game of volleyball in a nice little park. While taking a break, you three were kind of standing around, talking about some random tv show. In the middle of your conversation, a random passerby came up to you specifically, pulling you away for a moment.

"Hey, are you okay?? These guys bothering you at all" they had offered a polite smile and motioned with their eyes to Bokuto, then to Hinata.

You followed their gaze, turning your head slightly as you tried to figure out how they came to that conclusion.

"Ah well, that orange haired guy just is being kinda loud and the other guy was standing really close to you," they paused and crossed an arm across their chest, " i'm more worried about the grey haired guy...i've been watching for a few minutes and he just is kinda all over you but I couldn't tell if you guys were dating or if he was just bothering you…"

With a light laugh you smiled warmly, turning to look at your friends, your eyes lingering on Kotaro for moments longer than Shoyo, "Oh! Those are my friends! Thank you for checking on me!"

In the stranger's eyes, a flash of relief passed then something questioning, but whatever the thought was, they let it go and excused themselves from the conversation.

You didn't question the interaction, and told the boys that the stranger mistook you for someone else.

Though when you returned home later to your apartment, thoughts seemed to flood in. Did everyone think you guys were dating ? Does Bokuto only do that to you ?

Would it bother you if he acted that way around other people? Or, would it bother you if he suddenly stopped?

Still standing by the door, you let go of the handle slowly, making your way to your room as if walking through a haze. Your heart was beating quickly, and you could tell your face was flushed.

You dropped your bag onto the floor, and sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your reflection in the mirror on your desk, where it was surrounded by pictures of you and your friends.

One, two, three, seven, eight, nine, thirteen, fourteen. Fourteen times he was in a picture. Hell there's more pictures with him in it than pictures with you. And all at once the realization came crashing down on you.

You were in love with Bokuto Kotaro. You always wanted to be near him, talk with him, look at him, touch him in the most innocent ways. He took up your time and your thoughts. Why hadn't you realized this sooner?

Without thinking first, you fished your phone from your pocket, quick dialing his number that you've had memorized for years.

It took a few rings, but he picked up the phone, slightly out of breath and with the sounds of practice in the background, "Hey hey hey (Y/n)!"

Without giving him a greeting or asking if he was busy, the words fell out of your mouth, "I love you, but more than a friend,"

He was silent for a minute, then asked, "Where are you right now?"

"Im at home, but we can have this talk in person after practice if you want,"

"No no it's okay, the gym isn't far from your apartment,"

You paused, "wait Bo, don't leave practice-"

"See ya soon!" And he hung up, leaving you in silence.

For a moment you sat there, confused, unsure of what to do, when again, a second realization hit. You had quite literally just confessed to him.

Before you knew it, you were running out of your room, hurriedly putting your shoes on, throwing the door open and running outside, ignoring the stares from strangers.

The already familiar path to his gym was burned into your brain, making it second nature as you rounded corners, carefully avoiding people until you could see him, coming to a halting stop.

His practice clothes were a little dirty, and his hair was fairly messy. He looked a little sweaty and out of breath. But it was him. It was Bokuto Kotaro and he was there. He had ran there to meet you.

You met his eyes, and around you the world seemed to stop. You watched him raise his arms, and a large smile, your favorite sight.

Your feet seemed to move without consulting your brain, and you were running again, straight into his arms. When you pulled back to look at him he carefully grabbed your chin, pressing his lips firmly onto yours.

Out of all the touches he had ever done, this one was your favorite. His lips were slightly chapped, and his hands a bit calloused. The one on your face moved to the back of your head, carefully cupping it and holding you close. The kiss was gentle, letting out the build up of all that pining and the yearning.

When you both finally let go, your faces were warm and the largest smile displayed, uncaring of those around you.

He pressed his forehead to yours, whispering, "I have loved you since I saw you, and all I've ever wanted was your hand in mine,"

#haikyuu fic #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #www. Your Hand in Mine #bokuto fic #bokuto + touch #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #kotaro x reader #pandora’s iloveyou collab #collab

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aviinnit · 2 years

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Sorrow

Levi Ackerman x reader

Content warning

Character death, depiction of death, female bodied reader

Characters

Levi Ackerman

Genre

Angst

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Author note

FIRST THING I WROTE AS SOON AS I GOT OVER MY FUCKING WRITER'S BLOCK IM SO SORRY IF THIS SUCKS it probably does tbh

The night we met - Lord Huron

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“Don’t hate me for this. You would’ve done the same.” The words left your mouth with a bitter pain lingering in your throat, icy tears stinging in your eyes and rolling down your face.

“I don’t think I can forgive you.” Levi’s words were cold, yet they burned in your mind, tearing your heart crudely.

How did everything come to this ? What- what could’ve gone differently ? When did everything fall apart ?

And there, all of a sudden, the memory of all those nights talking under the stars, all those nights when the cold air was your only companion and the silence danced in the atmosphere, all those nights you felt hope, hope for a world you would see, a freedom you would enjoy, a life you could actually live, they all seemed so far away, so distant, so blurry.

Tears stained your cheeks, dropping one by one on the blade holding at your throat. “Levi-” your words drowned in sorrow, leaving them floating in the dense, mute air, hauntedly quiet, a silence so loud it hazed your brain.

“Don’t.” His voice was grim, a hint of pain hid in it, still, he couldn’t show it, not there, not then; holding a blade against you, holding a blade against the person he loved the most shattered him, yet, nothing could hurt more than seeing you on the battlefield, fighting alongside the enemy, killing your own comrades, turning your sword on Paradis.

But you didn’t know better. You had nothing, nothing until that doubtful promise of Zeke came across you, and how, along with it, he had set the world to your feet. Nothing could’ve compared to the dazzling raven veil, adorned by tiny flickering dots, all above the precious city you adored, Liberio, who looked so peaceful, so quiet at night yet so joyous, so perfect. Dammit your life was perfect, it was everything you could’ve ever wanted, nothing could surpass that, no one could offer more when you had been given everything… until you met him.

Levi Ackerman, humanity’s strongest soldier, how with cold, reserved mien yet emotional grey eyes he had captivated you. Mesmerized under his gaze, sharing a cup of the finest of Earl Grey teas with him, you had felt regret for the very first time. Who were you to be worthy of him ? A shame, truthfully. You wanted to betray Marley, leave that white-star nation behind, forget Zeke, forget Pieck, forget Porco… but you were playing a game of chess where you were king and queenless, held against the taut strings, nothing but a flagrant puppet for Marley; and back then you had a mission, retrieve the Founding, and you couldn’t desert, it would be a foolish move, as long as you wanted to see Levi one more time, you couldn’t forsake. Yet, who would’ve thought this moment would be your last.

Barely holding onto the Warhammer, blade cold against your skin, nothing but a devastated Liberio surrounding you, and there he was, Levi Ackerman, looking at you with disgust, anger, disappointment… pain, all displaying in the fine canvas of his factions, in the lavish grey of his glazed eyes, lacing his every word.

“I should’ve died. That would’ve made you happy.” Your words slipped past your lips, trembling, breaking and falling as nothing but a string, adorned but your dolent cries.

He shook his head, relieving pressure of the blade that had drawn blood out your neck ever so slightly, leaving a crimson twine behind. “Stop, please. Don’t hurt me anymore.”

“You’re angry with me, I know, but I- I never wanted any of this, I didn’t know better until I met you, until I realized Paradis wasn’t the enemy, I just want Eldia to be free, I- I’m tired of fighting.” Between hitched breaths you managed to mutter, letting your tears free, down your crestfallen expression.

The silence spoke for him, his sharp gaze that fell on you had told you everything, his silent words filling your ears.

“Am I going to die ?”

…

“Are you, are you going to kill me ?”

“I will.” He was quick to answer, words devoid yet so heavy with anguish, and you couldn’t manage but look at him for one last time, a regretful smile tugging at your lips as your eyes locked with his.

“I fell for you. I fell for memories that never happened. I fell for the touch I never felt. I fell for the lips that mine never kissed.”

Your dim words faded away with the draw of his blade, leaving nothing but a painful sorrow, a nasty regret lingering in the bitter air.

“And I fell for you too.”

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #angst #attack on titan #aot #snk #aot oneshots #attack on titan oneshots #snk oneshots #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan angst #levi ackerman angst #attack on Titan x reader #!angst #this sucks im so sorry

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secretsniper3 · 3 years

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Part 5: Pain in Pleasure..

Darkness, imobile, constantly cumming with a stomach full of cum I awake in a haze of orgasms and sweat. Even though I just woke up my body is exhausted, wracked with pain due to the constant bondage, the rope biting my flesh with every passing second as tears stain my latex covered cheeks. The words “You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property” burned clearly through my brain, the voice has stopped speaking but I can still hear its echo in my mind, echoing over and over, repeating as fast as the orgasms I experience every few seconds, how much longer can I last down here.

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My Master enters the room just as my alarm goes off, my latex covered head raises and my eyes meet his. “Get up, your punishment begins now” he says. Keeping my head low as I get out of bed Im put in a restrictive corset while I wobble in my boots, still locked to my legs, Box glove pinning my arms behind my back tightly and a chain is connected to my ankles, limiting me to quick steps to keep up with my Master. A posture collar locks around my neck and a leash clipped on the front and the plate covering my pussy is removed from my chastity belt, taking out a new covering plate with a long, thin and hollow tube on it. Pushing it slowly up my urethra my Master unscrews the tip and inserts a tube and pumps a pink fluid into my bladder directly, then reinserting the cap, keeping me full of the mystery fluid and a uncomfortable sensation with a severe need to pee.

“Itll take a hour for that to absorb into your system so lets eat.” My Master says as he leads me out of my room and to the dining room, simple cerial to eat and half way through Im greeted with a burning sensation between my legs. Letting out a gasp of arousal my Master smiles, knowing the fluid is doing its job getting me ready for the days ahead, as my Master continues spoon feeding me till Im done then eating his own food. Cleaning up he takes me to the play room and lays me down and locks my legs open, removing his cock he takes my mouth to use, pumping down my throat as hard as he sees fit my tongue curling around his shaft as he continues to thrust into me. Seemingly waiting for the fluid to absorb he continues his assault on me as he grabs my breasts and squeezes them together, mounting my chest he thrusts into my ample clevage and his tip pushing through and cumming on my neck and face, pumping more and more onto me and stepping aside and laughing at how I look “like a true cum slut!” and I know he isnt lying. I am a slut, his slut. A toy for him to use as he sees fit.

Removing my chastity belt and pulling the plug out of my urethra Im amazed when nothing comes out, I was so sure I needed to pee earlier but now, nothing. “all soaked in, now the fun can begin” my Master says as he levels his cock and aims for my target, thrusting hard his cock spears into my pussy and he pumps madly in and out of me, feeling my arousal cresting once more I strain on my bindings as the mounting orgasm rushes forth! “Oh god Master!” is all I say as I close my eyes as my orgasm is only thrusts away. Then nothing happens, my Master pumping constantly into my pussy, my arousal still there and burning hotter than lava, I should be cumming but Im not! Im terrified as my eyes shoot down to my Master as he continues to fuck my denied pussy. Slamming my eyes shut I scream into my mind, ordering my body to cum but it doesnt happen, I feel my pleasure overflowing and still no reward to show for it. Laughing as he fucks my pussy he explains “the chemical i pumped into your body blocks the signal from your brain that makes you cum Slave, like poison, without the antidote youll never cum again!" Screaming out loud this time as my body is denied more orgasms as my pussy drowns in pleasure, my Master pounding hard into my flooding cunt.

Growing tired after his 5th orgasm inside me he turns his attention to a device nearby, shaking uncontrollably I open my eyes to see whats to come next, its the sybian from yesterday! if I were shaking before, Im thrashing now, desperate to close my thighs and deny that cruel device a place on my pussy I scream out “NO NOT THAT!!” and I stop. Realizing that I said a forbidden word, my Master is not happy now. Removing the hollow plastic cock on the device he replaces it with a double pronged metal dildo with large bumps all over it and a red and black wire in the base of both protrusions, pushing them into my pussy and ass I squirm as a long metal tube goes up my urethra and a plastic tube suctioned onto my clit, wires line the inside giving my clit a rough surface to lay against. Clamps on my nipples and a plug-gag are added, ensuring I cant utter another word as he attaches wired pads to my chest, thighs and ass. stepping back I look horrified as he raises the remote and turns the sybian on, instant orgasm were it not for the chemical as my Master cruely raises the speed to add further discomfort as my inserts all start humming wildly inside me.

Continuing to raise the speed my Masters eyes locked on mine as he eventually maxes the device out, lowering 1 remote and grabbing another he smiles as he says “you will now learn that you can never say “No” to your Master!” almost yelling the last 2 words as he presses the button and my body lights up with power as every opening is filled with a violent hum while simultaniously coursing with electricity. Thankful my plug-gag is in place to stop me shattering my teeth my Master returns to my face, hard cock in hand as he removes my plug and rams his member into my empty mouth. The dungeon now filled with buzzing, electricity cracking and gagged moans as my body and mind are tortured for saying “no”.

2 hours pass, 2 whole, slow, agonizing hours of denial hell, my Master has long since left my mouth, but not before dumping a fresh load into my mouth and replugging my face, he now sits in a chair watching my body dancing as best it can while bound strictly, he sips from a cool drink as he drinks in my torment with a smile on his face as he then pours a grey, sloppy fluid from a large bottle into a funnel as he mutters something under his breath. Believing I have learned my lesson my Master presses a button and the electricity tormenting my body stops, forgotten seconds later as my body continues quaking as the vibrations lower to a dim hum. Removing the devices both in and on me my Master then opens the device holding me and raises me up, swapping my box glove restraining my arms with a armbinder he cinches it tight and wraps the straps above and bleow my breasts, confirming my helplessness is ongoing. Leading me to the middle of the room and connecting a chain to the d-ring on the armbinder my Master raises my arms and I lean forward to release the strain on them. raising higher im forced into a tight angle as the muscles in my legs burn in my ballet boots as my Master inserts his cock once again into my pussy, I have given up on cumming at this point as if I could cum, the 2 hours on electric vibration would have seen to it and then some, but having failed to cum in that situation its clearly impossible, the pleasure only continuing to mount higher on my senses, a simple stroke across my breast grants the same response as a brush to my clit.

Giving my pussy 3 loads directly he then pushes into my sore ass and puts another 2 loads. Taking a step back my Master smacks my ass hard, leaving a handprint easily on my left cheek, he turns his attention to my right cheek and repeats, leaving another mark. Turning to a wall, my Master has a wide selection of canes, floggers and whips, taking a leather flogger from the wall my ass recieves 15 smacks per cheek and my eyes water in pain as my pussy burns with unobtainable desire. Turning his attention to my exposed thighs my Master proceeds to swap out for a cane and gives my inner thighs a few taps to make the coming hits more anticipated and pushing a vibrating egg inside my pussy to keep me entertained, slamming hard on my inner leg Im quickly left with multiple welts for my juices to run down over. Slamming against the back of my legs and over my ass I scream out in pain and pleasure as Im oddly aroused by the pain my Master delivers with each blow. After 20 strikes per leg my tears dropping on the floor making a small puddle as the last hit strikes, a cold salve is rubbed against my burning welts by my Masters ever calm hand, rubbing deep into my flesh you feel relieved, the pain is fading fast as the salve does its work on my tender skin. Raising my body up straight Im unbound from the chain and led out to the main hall to a table in the middle of the room.

Instructed to stand still I watch with a look of confusion as my Master shuffles a table off a small carpet and then moves the carpet to reveal a hatch in the floor. I never knew there was a hatch but then again I have never seen that table moved since my first day here, opening the hatch my Master calls me over and I peer inside, the posture collar demanding I lean forward at the hip. I see a box, its not small by any means but its still tightly wedged in the floor, removing it would take time, listening close I can hear moans and a strong buzzing coming from the box, looking at my Master he smiles. “you will find out tomorrow my dear” he says as he closes the hatch and puts the carpet and table back on top of the hatch, hiding it from view completly as he fiddles with a tube ensuring its exposed slightly. whoever is inside, Im curious as to who it is and how long they have been in the box. Standing beside me my Master grabs my firm, welted ass as he squeezes and chuckles, causing me to giggle like a schoolgirl, my plug-gag is removed and Im taken to the dining room for lunch, armbinder removed, clearly not interested in hand feeding me a second time today Im free to move around and I make a sandwich your both me and my Master as Im told and sit to eat. Absentmindedly moving a hand to rub my pussy I hear my Master clear his throat, snapping me out of my daze as I catch my hand doing its best to pleasure me.

Taking me back to my room Im stripped of my clothes and boots, gasping as my bare feet find solid ground and almost drop to massage my tortured toes. A black latex bodysuit is pulled from my wardrobe and thrown to my bed and Im ordered to put it on, being told to use my own juices as lubricant to assist as needed. A latex hood with only nose holes is removed followed by a latex armbinder, corset, heels and vacbed, all placed on the bed beside me as he turns to help me get dressed. Putting the latex bodysuit on was easy enough, Master was right, pussy juice made for good lubricant to slide in easier, zipping it up its followed by my corset, pulled tight by my Master. Hood followed and then heels and armbinder, standing me up on my feet I wait as he sets up my bed, and lays me down once its set and Im covered in the top latex sheet with my legs opened by his hand, gap over my nose is all I need as my Master turns the attached pumps on, seconds later all the air is sucked out of my latex prison and my Master takes a few seconds to look at my body.

Grabbing some latex polish my Master then covers my latex and rubs me all over, no doubt to make me a shiny latex effigy I feel something press against my pussy and I take a quick breath in. Having made sure it was secure and would not shift away from my clit, my Master turns my hitachi on medium speed and holds my nose, blocking my air as I thrust my hips against the stimulation, thrusting harder as my brain screams for fresh air my face would be almost blue if I could see it and my Master releases my nose and I suck air in as my body shakes in a denial blitz, my orgasm still unobtainable.

“Today has been fun Slave, you took alot of my cum, tomorrow ill have someone suck it out” my Master says, barely audible as he turns my light off and leaves me to squirm in your latex prison with a Hitachi buzzing on my clit.

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kuroowo · 3 years

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@hvnlydmn ’s a/n — for my most amazing soulmate cos HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!! pls i’ve never written anything remotely close to a real fic in my life BUT I WANTED TO TRY FOR YOU !!!! COS U DESERVE EVERYTHING !!!! thank u for being one of the most amazing people in my life dude u a real one MIYA4 FOREVER, imma deliver u carbonara ramen personally w a candle 😩✨💸🌸😩✨💸✨😩

synopsis :: one of the many moments with miya osamu that make you truly feel loved.

wc : 1k.

he looks pretty like this you think. miya osamu lying next to you, post sex haze as a thin sheen of sweat coats his chest and forehead, the covers are haphazardly pulled over his lower body, ragged breathing and messy hair from your fingers earlier - but despite that, you feel him draw aimless shapes into your lower back with his fingers and hes still looking at you like you were the one to hang the moon that illuminated you both now.

"how ya feelin' princess? anthin' sore?" he smiles at you, its a soft smile that you know was reserved for moments like this, one that was reserved for just you. you shuffle closer to him, groaning slightly as you cross your arms infront of you just so you can prop yourself up a little more. but you feel your chest warm when he guides you onto his instead, knowing that you always preferred the softness of his muscles to your own.

there's a few moments of silence before he speaks again "ya hungry?" "starved, dude." osamu shoots you one of his more lazier smiles, followed by a chuckle that you feel rumble through his chest where its pressed against you. "after all that and an offer of food, made by me by the way - yer really gonna call me dude." "uh, yeah." he laughs again but this time its mixed with yours and it feels nice to love like this.

you let out a content sigh after, shuffling closer to wrap a leg around his waist while pressing your cheek again his well defined chest. feeling his fingers trace up your waist before the warmth of his palm rests against your cheek, tilting your face towards his as he closes the distance, his own cheeks stretching to accommodate the smile that he only seems to have when he looks at you.

"yer lucky a love ya, ya know that." feeling his lips gently press against yours, smiling into the kiss slightly before hes pulling away to press them chastely to your forehead after, but when he sees you smile up at him, leaning into his touch slightly, he knows that you really want to say that you know he does.

"okay but was the food thing a joke or?" "yer kiddin' right? ya look pretty comfy lying against ma chest right now. don't want ya bitin' me again." "that was one time, dude." "there ya go again with the dude."

you laugh lightheartedly as he groans, falling back against the bed with a sigh before he runs a hand through his hair, attempting to fix the tousled dark brown strands with a pout on his lips. you try to stifle a snort when he rolls off the bed anyway, watching the muscles in his back move seamlessly under the skin as he stretches, rolling out the aches in his body, eventually turning to you with another lazy smirk "ya gonna get up for yer food yer highness? since yer the one yellin' about crumbs in the bed." "yeah because they're your crumbs." "maybe a was comin' back for 'em."

you roll your eyes as he shrugs at you, grabbing his previously discarded boxers from the floor, bending over and pulling them up his legs again. you watch as he pads over to his wardrobe to pull out one of his shirts, throwing it over his head with a huff before hes turning to face you again, his eyes are tired but his lips slightly upturn just enough so that you can make out the faint ghost of a dimple on his right cheek.

"a can basically feel ya starin' at me." "so?" "how's that fair? a want ta stare at ya too!" you laugh as he scrunches his brows up, mouth downturned into a pout, hearing him mumble a few curses under his breathe before he's turning his attention back to the clothes in the wardrobe, sorting through them with a huff.

"ya wantin' the sweater or the t-shirt? ya can pick." your lips purse together as you think, his eyebrows raising slightly only to hear him groan when you smirk at him, deliberately drawing out your answer with a hum "if ya hurry up and pick al make ya mapo tofu." "bet. sweater." you dodge the sweater as he throws it at you, scoffing after "your aim sucks." "al let ya go hungry." "no you won't." and he smiles at you because he knows thats true.

"can ya walk alright?" his tone is soft despite the teasing back and forth moments ago, his hand outstretching to grab yours as you wobble off the bed, only to feel his arm wrap around your waist moments later to keep you steady, and its moments like these that remind you that he always would. that no matter how hectic life can be, you'd always find comfort in a messy head of dark brown hair and pools of stormy grey, a colour that you'd always deem yours.

this is it, you think. seeing his lips upturn slightly as he guides you through the hallways lined with candid photos of you both, ones that include you both smiling outside the restaurant of onigiri miya on opening day, or a shakey selfie with his twin on their 24th birthday, osamu reaching to keep the camera steady probably yelling "yer shakin' it ya scrub." you're laughing in the background and atsumu's face is half turned to yell something back at him no doubt.

but it fits, love fits into your life more naturally than you could’ve ever expected, almost as natural as loving him felt. you turn to osamu with a smile only to realise thats hes already smiling at you, his gaze locks on yours when he lets out a content sigh, his fingers tighten on your waist and his lips graze your hairline, and you feel loved. so you feel your heart warm when he groans out an "i love you." after, almost like he could read your thoughts, and again you smile because you can hear the true kind of love in his words and it feels like everything clicks into place, just like it’s supposed to.

Cass: PLSJCJKWMSKCJX Y’ALL SEE HER TALENT? BC OMFG THE FUCKING TALENTRY🗣🗣🗣🗣 AND HER HEART? THATS MY SOULMATE Y’ALL AND IM IN LOVE WITH (1) TAURUS SUN FROM SCOTLAND😩😩😩😩💓💓💓💓 MIYA4 SOULMATES LEMME BEAM U SOME SEROTONIN FROM OUR SHARED BRAINCELL BC THIS ONE MAKING ME CRY IM ACTUALLY GONNA PERISH FROM HOW SWEET THIS ISKXLSMMDCLSL😩😩😩😩😩

#I LOVE YOU SOULMATE !!!!!#MIYA4 DORITO BOD RESTAURANT MAN IS IN LOVE W YOU #AND SO AM I 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣#✨💸🌸💖✨🌸💸💖✨🌸💸#submission #MIYA4 SOULMATES I FUCKIN LOVE U HOT GIRL😩😩😩💓💓💓#binary.star #hq #miya osamu

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secretsniper2 · 3 years

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Part 5: Pain in Pleasure..

Darkness, immobile, constantly cumming with a stomach full of cum I awake in a haze of orgasms and sweat. Even though I just woke up my body is exhausted, wracked with pain due to the constant bondage, the rope biting my flesh with every passing second as tears stain my latex covered cheeks. The words “You are now a Slave, you will Submit as you are now Property” burned clearly through my brain, the voice has stopped speaking but I can still hear its echo in my mind, echoing over and over, repeating as fast as the orgasms I experience every few seconds, how much longer can I last down here.

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“Itll take a hour for that to absorb into your system so lets eat.” My Master says as he leads me out of my room and to the dining room, simple cereal to eat and half way through Im greeted with a burning sensation between my legs. Letting out a gasp of arousal my Master smiles, knowing the fluid is doing its job getting me ready for the days ahead, as my Master continues spoon feeding me till Im done then eating his own food. Cleaning up he takes me to the play room and lays me down and locks my legs open, removing his cock he takes my mouth to use, pumping down my throat as hard as he sees fit my tongue curling around his shaft as he continues to thrust into me. Seemingly waiting for the fluid to absorb he continues his assault on me as he grabs my breasts and squeezes them together, mounting my chest he thrusts into my ample cleavage and his tip pushing through and cumming on my neck and face, pumping more and more onto me and stepping aside and laughing at how I look “like a true cum slut!” and I know he isnt lying. I am a slut, his slut. A toy for him to use as he sees fit.

Removing my chastity belt and pulling the plug out of my urethra Im amazed when nothing comes out, I was so sure I needed to pee earlier but now, nothing. “all soaked in, now the fun can begin” my Master says as he levels his cock and aims for my target, thrusting hard his cock spears into my pussy and he pumps madly in and out of me, feeling my arousal cresting once more I strain on my bindings as the mounting orgasm rushes forth! “Oh god Master!” is all I say as I close my eyes as my orgasm is only thrusts away. Then nothing happens, my Master pumping constantly into my pussy, my arousal still there and burning hotter than lava, I should be cumming but Im not! Im terrified as my eyes shoot down to my Master as he continues to fuck my denied pussy. Slamming my eyes shut I scream into my mind, ordering my body to cum but it doesn't happen, I feel my pleasure overflowing and still no reward to show for it. Laughing as he fucks my pussy he explains “the chemical i pumped into your body blocks the signal from your brain that makes you cum Slave, like poison, without the antidote youll never cum again!" Screaming out loud this time as my body is denied more orgasms as my pussy drowns in pleasure, my Master pounding hard into my flooding cunt.

Growing tired after his 5th orgasm inside me he turns his attention to a device nearby, shaking uncontrollably I open my eyes to see whats to come next, its the sybian from yesterday! if I were shaking before, Im thrashing now, desperate to close my thighs and deny that cruel device a place on my pussy I scream out “NO NOT THAT!!” and I stop. Realizing that I said a forbidden word, my Master is not happy now. Removing the hollow plastic cock on the device he replaces it with a double pronged metal dildo with large bumps all over it and a red and black wire in the base of both protrusions, pushing them into my pussy and ass I squirm as a long metal tube goes up my urethra and a plastic tube suctioned onto my clit, wires line the inside giving my clit a rough surface to lay against. Clamps on my nipples and a plug-gag are added, ensuring I cant utter another word as he attaches wired pads to my chest, thighs and ass. stepping back I look horrified as he raises the remote and turns the sybian on, instant orgasm were it not for the chemical as my Master cruelly raises the speed to add further discomfort as my inserts all start humming wildly inside me.

Continuing to raise the speed my Masters eyes locked on mine as he eventually maxes the device out, lowering 1 remote and grabbing another he smiles as he says “you will now learn that you can never say “No” to your Master!” almost yelling the last 2 words as he presses the button and my body lights up with power as every opening is filled with a violent hum while simultaneously coursing with electricity. Thankful my plug-gag is in place to stop me shattering my teeth my Master returns to my face, hard cock in hand as he removes my plug and rams his member into my empty mouth. The dungeon now filled with buzzing, electricity cracking and gagged moans as my body and mind are tortured for saying “no”.

2 hours pass, 2 whole, slow, agonizing hours of denial hell, my Master has long since left my mouth, but not before dumping a fresh load into my mouth and replugging my face, he now sits in a chair watching my body dancing as best it can while bound strictly, he sips from a cool drink as he drinks in my torment with a smile on his face as he then pours a grey, sloppy fluid from a large bottle into a funnel as he mutters something under his breath. Believing I have learned my lesson my Master presses a button and the electricity tormenting my body stops, forgotten seconds later as my body continues quaking as the vibrations lower to a dim hum. Removing the devices both in and on me my Master then opens the device holding me and raises me up, swapping my box glove restraining my arms with a armbinder he cinches it tight and wraps the straps above and below my breasts, confirming my helplessness is ongoing. Leading me to the middle of the room and connecting a chain to the d-ring on the armbinder my Master raises my arms and I lean forward to release the strain on them. raising higher im forced into a tight angle as the muscles in my legs burn in my ballet boots as my Master inserts his cock once again into my pussy, I have given up on cumming at this point as if I could cum, the 2 hours on electric vibration would have seen to it and then some, but having failed to cum in that situation its clearly impossible, the pleasure only continuing to mount higher on my senses, a simple stroke across my breast grants the same response as a brush to my clit.

Giving my pussy 3 loads directly he then pushes into my sore ass and puts another 2 loads. Taking a step back my Master smacks my ass hard, leaving a handprint easily on my left cheek, he turns his attention to my right cheek and repeats, leaving another mark. Turning to a wall, my Master has a wide selection of canes, floggers and whips, taking a leather flogger from the wall my ass receives 15 smacks per cheek and my eyes water in pain as my pussy burns with unobtainable desire. Turning his attention to my exposed thighs my Master proceeds to swap out for a cane and gives my inner thighs a few taps to make the coming hits more anticipated and pushing a vibrating egg inside my pussy to keep me entertained, slamming hard on my inner leg Im quickly left with multiple welts for my juices to run down over. Slamming against the back of my legs and over my ass I scream out in pain and pleasure as Im oddly aroused by the pain my Master delivers with each blow. After 20 strikes per leg my tears dropping on the floor making a small puddle as the last hit strikes, a cold salve is rubbed against my burning welts by my Masters ever calm hand, rubbing deep into my flesh you feel relieved, the pain is fading fast as the salve does its work on my tender skin. Raising my body up straight Im unbound from the chain and led out to the main hall to a table in the middle of the room.

Instructed to stand still I watch with a look of confusion as my Master shuffles a table off a small carpet and then moves the carpet to reveal a hatch in the floor. I never knew there was a hatch but then again I have never seen that table moved since my first day here, opening the hatch my Master calls me over and I peer inside, the posture collar demanding I lean forward at the hip. I see a box, its not small by any means but its still tightly wedged in the floor, removing it would take time, listening close I can hear moans and a strong buzzing coming from the box, looking at my Master he smiles. “you will find out tomorrow my dear” he says as he closes the hatch and puts the carpet and table back on top of the hatch, hiding it from view completely as he fiddles with a tube ensuring its exposed slightly. whoever is inside, Im curious as to who it is and how long they have been in the box. Standing beside me my Master grabs my firm, welted ass as he squeezes and chuckles, causing me to giggle like a schoolgirl, my plug-gag is removed and Im taken to the dining room for lunch, armbinder removed, clearly not interested in hand feeding me a second time today Im free to move around and I make a sandwich your both me and my Master as Im told and sit to eat. Absentmindedly moving a hand to rub my pussy I hear my Master clear his throat, snapping me out of my daze as I catch my hand doing its best to pleasure me.

Grabbing some latex polish my Master then covers my latex and rubs me all over, no doubt to make me a shiny latex effigy I feel something press against my pussy and I take a quick breath in. Having made sure it was secure and would not shift away from my clit, my Master turns my Hitachi on medium speed and holds my nose, blocking my air as I thrust my hips against the stimulation, thrusting harder as my brain screams for fresh air my face would be almost blue if I could see it and my Master releases my nose and I suck air in as my body shakes in a denial blitz, my orgasm still unobtainable.

#Stories #Custom

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juhihuji · 4 years

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my big cringy text post full of useless info about Juhi Zo (oc)

Uhhh this is in response to the anon from curious cat who asked ‘bout my oc...it was too much text.......

Hey. HEY? r u tryna make me cry cuz that's how you do it I'm so happy ppl like her when I was so ashamed and embarrassed to show her lmao Ah...there's so so so much about her and I've tried typing it out over n over but it's hard to tell her story without going off on long tangents trying to explain other details. Like, it wouldn't make sense without them...and I didn't wanna make this post super long and I'm still embarrassed about talking about it ...I hope u r cool with just hearing random facts and snippets of story about her ah I'm sorry ;_;

I created her with the intention of using her for self inserting/shipping lmao but that's probably obvious...and idk if she breaks any rules of the universe and I feel weird talkin' about her cuz I'm only in the middle of Shippuden so I don't know what the whole world is like lol but uuh

She's left handed

One of her hobbies is jewelry making. She mainly uses wire and ceramic beads and gives them as gifts to her friends. They might wear it to be polite but nobody really likes it lmao

Her team consists of herself, her lil brother Zitien, her big sister Agneya, and is lead by her mom or dad. They switch out cuz they care about spending time with their kids lol

Some of my art depicts her skin tone as richly saturated for aesthetic reasons, but she's meant to be quite grey because of a mineral in her body! It's part of her kekkei genkai™

She has a seal on her back and it's got two parts! One seals her entire weight, the other seals her entire temperature???? Kinda like how Tsunade's holdin' in her old, like suckin' in a gut. It's like that with Juhi's body temperature and weight and she can partially open each seal individually. Full grown at 5'4", she weighs 3.4 tonnes unsealed and her body is a hot hot 2100°C when unsealed. She's just super dense and hot and heavy! Like she's made of metal or something. When fully unsealed the weight and heat can warp her body structure as if she's melting, and when she seals that shit back up and her body cools back down she could remain permanently deformed! There are doctors on her home island who specialize in fixing some of that through corrective surgery, like parts of her skeleton fusing into one big mass, but not everything can be fixed! So she's gotta watch it!

She has nightmares about her face melting and people being scared of her or not being able to recognize her cuz you can't bring the face back to normal after it melts. Everyday she wakes up and checks her face obsessively to make sure all her features are the same distance apart and the same shape and whatnot

Even when fully sealed, full grown she weighs 300 pounds with an internal body temp of 40°C and for that reason she sinks like a rock and is terrified of large bodies of water! Learning to walk on water was the first thing ppl of her clan with the same kekkei genkai learn.

When her temperature is higher, she can (for the most part, aside from the melting at the highest temps) withstand and survive temperatures the same as hers or slightly higher, but for example at an internal temp of 400°C she will burn at 450°C

I love drawin' sweat and I even draw Juhi with sweat on her body cuz I can't help it but she doesn't sweat! She's always dehydrated and most of her body's moisture evaporates through exhalation as a complication caused by her kekkei genkai.

People from her island are trained to use a different type of chakra and her kekkei genkai also makes her body extremely efficient in using that chakra, so a little goes a long way. One of the things that comes from that is she doesn't typically get uncomfortably hot or cold. She can sense changes in temperatures, but her body is really efficient at maintaining homeostasis and she just don't get too bothered by it! To a point, anyway.

wow i talked lots about her KG but just the boring useless facts about it and not what it actually is but i did say random hahee :•)

For her Naruto AU she exists on a branching timeline, one branch where she falls in love with Shino and one where she falls in love with Kankuro! ew!

In the Shino timeline she takes on a more taijutsu focused fighting style thus we have taiJuhi!

Because of her weight/density she moves pretty slow for a ninja, but her mental reaction speed is typical of any decent shinobi. So don't let her catch you cuz her punches swing like a cannon and she will grapple her opponents and cook them alive. Her weight also makes it hard to knock her off balance.

Not great at long distance fighting. Sometimes uses a metal two-handed weapon.

Bein' a ninja's really tough for her since she's slow, but she wants it badly and works hard to keep up

Later in life she moves to and works in Konoha at a nuclear power plant owned and run by her clan wtf

Shino has been to Juhi's home island a couple times and he has to wear a lead suit to survive the harsh and nearly uninhabitable environment. The people from the island evolved to withstand it.

The first time he went, they took a ship to the island then went by train for a few hundred miles into the centre where the village is. The first time was for a mission, another Aburame came too. Some time during their friendship, Juhi gifted Shino beetles from her island that can survive the environment. Shino selectively bred them to be usable as an extra layer of protection beneath his and his clansman's skin to protect their internal organs while on the mission! How goofy

In the Kankuro timeline she takes on a more ninjutsu focused fighting style thus we have ninJuhi!

Later in life she works a job 6 months out of the year on her home island as a sentinel for the family who governs the island??

In this timeline she dies some time during the events in Boruto ig (still haven't gotten to Boruto yet tho). Her seal malfunctions and everything she touches burns or melts and everywhere she stands she sinks into the ground. She's far from home and all she can think to do to save everyone from herself is to run into the ocean. Her footfalls sound like thunder and the ground shakes deeply as she pounds the ground running towards the shore. The sand turns into a hard crust beneath every foot step that hits the beach. Suddenly, her sprinting figure turns into noise and white haze as she reaches the tides and nobody can see her anymore. It's the water, hissing deafeningly loud as it evaporates into thick clouds instantly upon contact with her body. Her body's efficient energy usage takes her far into the ocean before she begins to run out of chakra. Her body starts to cool down from the ocean water and she's getting too tired to hold up the weight of her 3.4 tonne body. Eventually she crumples on the ocean floor and dies, melting and embedding into the earth's crust.

She loves spicy food

uhhh that was a lot of boring information sorry about that! wanted this post to be short but got carried away :•( her life's supposed to be kind of a crooked painful mess but she's pretty cheery cuz to her it's all normal and she's got the love and support of her friends and family baby! ain't that how it always goes in Naruto also sorry for sloppy writing im dum

#text post #Juhi #Juhi Zo #naruto oc

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valkyriewarriors · 5 years

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caving ft. nessian (rated m)

“sorry sweetheart but we have no choice,” cassian said throwing a smirk her way. nesta’s cheeks were flushed from the cold, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest to keep from shivering. her pale figure was engulfed in dark illryian leathers, a stark contrast to the snowy pure white Illyrian hillsides. the wind filled the silence as it whistled and whipped around them.

“just take me through the storm” nesta gritted out. her back was stiff and straight, head held up high glaring at him with those beautiful sharp blue eyes.

cassian snarled back, “no.” the winds were too chaotic for him to ensure full control in flight. the wintery mix of sleet, snow, and hail were hindering to his sights. it was too dangerous for him to fly alone and he certainly wouldn’t risk that with nesta clinging tightly to him.

“i don't want to risk harming you” he spoke a bit softly. her glare faltered a bit and she turned away at his words and walked towards the dark cavern meant to protect them from the storm.

it was almost dawn but the storm covered the sky in grey, the sunset’s purple haze was barely seen through the thick clouds. the cavern they sought protection in shielded them from the storm’s harsh winds but did little to ease the blistering cold.

nesta sat on the floor, her jaw locked tight to keep her from shivering, but the illyrian leathers did little to help her. the dark outside slowly began to infiltrate inside, the only light within the cavern was emmited from cassian’s siphons.

he knew there wasn’t time to find wood to light a fire, but even if there were he wouldn’t dare try. he knew what fire reminded nesta of —the pain she endured during her last months in velaris, her struggle to stop the self loathing.

“we’re going to be late to the meeting up north” she struggled to keep her voice firm but the cold sent frequent shivers through her body.

cassias snorted, “they can wait. im the general, i’ll decide when meetings start.” he thought he heard her scoff and his siphons flared, light reaching further parts of the cavern and giving cassian a better note of how far away nesta was from him.

he gently sat beside nesta, her back stiffened as he scooted closer. she tried to scoot away but cassian gripped her leg to stop her from moving.

he sighed, “you’re shaking nesta.” he wouldn’t let her freeze to death because of her own stubbornness.

“we cant all be made out of flame.” she bit back snapping her gaze at him but still shivering.

he turned towards her, startled they were a breath apart. nesta’s golden brown locks ravaged by the storm hung loose past her shoulders, brushing cassian’s cheeks lightly. her lips in a firm line, plump but slightly chapped from the cold. her sharp cheekbones were illuminated by cassian’s siphons. a radiant red haze covered her face but her eyes remained cool icy blues. cassian couldn’t believe how devastatingly beautiful nesta was.

he reached out to touch her pale cheek, his thumb grazing over her cheekbone. she relaxed slightly under his touch, eyes fluttering and her lips parting. her cheeks once vulnerable to the harsh cold now submitted to the scorching heat of his touch. his wings outstretched behind him and slowly enclosing them both.

“let me keep you warm nesta,” cassian breathed. the words sent chills down her spine as he cupped her chin gently. he tilted her face up towards his, hazel eyes full of warmth as soothing as his touch. she couldnt look away, his eyes pinned her to the spot. nesta felt his arms encircling her waist to pull her closer than before almost onto his lap, she didnt even remember what the blistering cold felt like.

he rested his forehead on top of hers and then tilted his head down towards her neck, his nose skimming that sensitive spot. his tongue remembered how to swipe over it to make her a delicate mess. she inhaled sharply as his mouth pressed against the side of her neck, quickly heating her up just as he promised. she knew he could smell her arousal when his grip tightened around her waist. his wings now fully encapsulating them from the cold. this time she didn’t back away. she was tired of running away from his warmth.

“cassian,” she moaned in an airy tone. his arousal began to show, constrained within his pants. nesta reached to tug the leather strap from his hair, letting his dark waves fall over his face. he sighed at the small pull of his hair by nesta’s hands.

“cassian, kiss me.” nesta breathed, pulling his hair to look at her.

he lifted his eyes to hers, slightly glazed over, her cheeks dusted with a pink tint. smirking cassian said, “as you wish sweetheart,” nesta struggled to not roll her eyes.

cassian leaned forward to capture her soft lips and was intoxicated. the air around them felt like it was shortening when they deepened the kiss further, hagged breaths began between the two. her tongue swiped over his bottom lip and he let her in. she crawled onto his lap, hands gripped within his hair as she struggled to assert her tongue as dominant in his mouth. she rolled her hips into his and he cursed under his breath at the movement. but before he could grip her waist, she rolled off him to sit beside him. he groaned from the lost of contact.

“i think im warm enough,” she smirked slightly towards him.

he grinned and wrapped his arms around her, she didnt struggle out of his grip. “fine but im not” as he enclosed his wings around them once more.

#nessian #nessian ff #nessian fanfiction #nessian drabble #?#nessian fanfic #this all was rlly a brainfart #enjoy it ig #nessian fic

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thorsstorms · 5 years

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Abroad pt 14

(Chris Hemsworth x Reader)

Summary: Being the Hemsworth Kids’ Nanny, you were vowed to keep it strictly professional for their sake, but do the stolen glances go unnoticed between you both?

Word count: 3k

Warnings: There is nothing much in this chapter, but i will start adding this as a warning: This chapter talks about pregnancy, as well as the next. If you have problems regarding pregnancies, or anything that MAY or MAY NOT come along with one, please continue with caution.

A/N: if you want to be tagged, PLEASE SEND AS AN ASK. And I do have a question if you would. This chapter is shorter than most of the others, almost cut in half in comparison. Do you mind my long 6K chapters? or you would you prefer they be shorter with more frequent updates? When I finish a chapter and it turns out to be that long, its because i add so much that it is well rounded by itself, scene wise. just let me know please! :)

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It was barely two hours later before you woke from measly slumber. Not even sure if you could actually call it sleep, more like a haze in and out of consciousness. The alarm was telling that it was time to get India up and ready for school. This was a moment that had been filled with dread in your mind. You figured she would be in a sort of mood all day because it was you dropping her off and picking her up, not her father.

You found her cuddled into the large bed, buried beneath the fluffy white blanket with tear stained cheeks. The image was one to break anyone’s heart. You tiptoed further into the room wanting to wake her up slowly so you could gauge her mood. The bed dipped down as you crawled in front of her and laid down, brushing hair out of her face. She woke slowly, cuddling into you while you whispered good mornings and that it was time to get ready for school.

She didn’t speak much during the morning. Yes and no answers were all that you could get out of her, but you were grateful enough that she wasn’t crying or acting out. She sat silently on the bathroom counter while you braided her hair back, and tucked her lip gloss into her pocket.

Bri was awake and staying with the boys while you were taking her to school. You spoke with her teacher real quick while India walked quietly to her spot at the table and sat down, watching the other kids start on their morning activity.

“Her father left this morning, she usually has trouble behaving for a day or two. But this is her first time being in school, and if you feel like she would be better spending a day at home to recuperate please don’t hesitate to call me. She was very calm this morning but if you sense other wise…” Regina, she told you to call her by her first name, was quick to stop you, saying she understands and will let you know how the day goes. The lip gloss was brought up just so she wouldn’t get in trouble for having it. “It’s her favorite thing right now, keeps her in a better mood.”

You sighed once you got to the car. She was your little best friend and seeing her be so numb this morning was something that you couldn’t get off your mind. You had never had to experience missing your parents for such great lengths of time as a child. Besides an uncle in the military, you always had your family with you. Trying to make her feel as if she isn’t lonely was on the top of your priorities. Hoping she would make some new friends in her class, or be there for her with school activities was next. Being the one to fill the role is one of the hard parts of a job like this. Either they see that you are trying your best to play the part, or they think it’s annoying and want you to back off.

By the time you were back both boys were sitting on top of the kitchen counters with bowls of cereal, Bri standing in front of them with her own. The sight of her was a flush of reminder of last night, and then this morning, somehow allowing Chris to walk out the door without telling him.

You hid the contradiction on your face and greeted them all. Sasha was the first to offer you some of his bowl because he got the last of the fruit loops, but you politely declined.

“Does your tummy still not like breakfast?” His innocent voice was full of curiosity, completely serious. You nodded and told him you would have some juice instead and wait a little.

You went upstairs to pick out the boys some clothes for the day. It was your favorite thing to do. You were greeted with a lovely dirty pull-up on the floor beside Triatan’s bed. The child never learns. You just shook your head at it and proceeded to the closet and setting the clothes on the couch outside their rooms. The boy of the hour was already bounding up the stairs to find where you went.

His eyes landed on yours, which were not the happiest. He knew what the look was for. You expected him to go in there and pick up the pull-up and take it to the trash can in the bathroom, where it belongs. But instead he walked past the door and went for his clothes. He got dressed. The went into the bathroom and brushed his hair. He walked out of the bathroom, aiming for the stairs before you said anything to him.

“Tris, room. Now. You know better,” he ignored you, turning and sitting on the couch looking at the bucket of legos that was appealing to him. “It goes in the trash, not on the floor.” He ignored you again, picking up his tablet from the grey couch cushion.

Bri and Sasha were walking up the stairs, minding their own as Sasha grabbed his clothes and walked to his room. You looked at Bri with a look of help, before saying it again, “Tristan, go pick up your pull-up and put it in the trash.”

“No,” he said quietly, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away.

“What?”

“I said no!” He yelled back at you, “You’re not my mama!”

He hopped from the couch and took the tablet with him, shutting the bedroom door behind him. You couldn’t bring yourself to follow him anyway. You stared in his direction feeling shock come over you. At first it was a ‘how dare he’ and then it turned into a ‘he’s right’.

You couldn’t replace their mother, nor would you ever try. Its you that feeds them, bathes them, read them bedtime stories, brushes their hair for them in the mornings, puts band-aids on owies, and comforts them when their are sad. But you are not their ‘mama’.

“Hey,” Bri’s voice finally came through for you to hear. Her hands were keeping you facing her, waiting for you to register that she was trying to get your attention. “He’s a child acting out, okay. Just ignore him.”

Her finger tips scraped across your cheek. You pushed away from her after realizing that a stupid stray tear or two were escaping at your own peril. You wiped your face and turned away from her, ready to go down stairs until another little voice broke your attention. Right, there is another little boy up here.

“(Y/n) are you sad?” His curiosity was one of the purest things in the world, though it can sometimes be more than annoying, it was everything you expected from the four year old and everything you loved about him.

“Just a little buddy, but I’ll be okay.” Your answer was one age appropriate, and enough for him not to worry. He walked back into the room and retrieved his blankey from the bed and drug it out of the door way with him.

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing your hand and leading you down the stairs. You looked back at Bri and she just shrugged her shoulders and followed as well. He led you to the movie room, instructing you to sit on the couch with his blankey. He reached for the remote from a basket on the table and gave it to you, telling you to put on your favorite movie.

“When I get sad, you put on Cars or Ninja Turtles.” His purposeful motions were making sense to you now. When he is in a mood this is what he gets to do and he wants to do it for you. He climbs up the couch next you and throws the blanket over your legs and sits into your side. The actions were something to warm your heart and all that is good in the world. It took you a second to gather yourself to not cry at how sweet he was being.

“Are you gonna watch a movie?” He asks after you sat there staring at him, not taking action to put something on.

“Yea, yea.” You flipped through a bit before settling on Moana, it was your favorite, and you couldn’t not sing along.

It was only maybe 20 minutes into the movie when Tristan came walking solemnly through the doorway with Bri looming behind him. Blonde hair hung around his face lowly as feet padded across the carpet to the couch, standing in front of you. You held out your arms for him and he leaned into you giving you hug while you pulled him up and onto your lap. He muttered an ‘Im sorry’ into your shoulder.

“Listen,” you told him, pressing the small shoulders back from you so he could see your face, though he avoided your eyes, “I know you got upset earlier, and that’s okay, it’s just feelings.” He tried to hide his face again but you held his shoulders back until he lifted his head again. “I know you miss your mama, Tris. And Papa too, I miss him too. And I know I’m not your mama, I will never try to be your mama, but I do love you so, so much. Do you know that?”

His small head nod was quaint, small fingers brushed over the top of your hair on your shoulder to keep his hands busy while you talked to him.

“But even though I love you so, so much,” you repeat yourself, “I don’t like it when you raise your voice at me. Do I raise my voice at you?”

He shook his head no, but he let you know that Papa does.

“So what are we gonna do tomorrow morning before we come down stairs for breakfast?”

“Put my pull up in the trash bin.”

“That’s right.”

It was surprising to see both boys stay calm enough to watch the whole movie because it was still morning time and they were not tired. They watched the whole movie again, not that you were complaining. Bri entertained herself down stairs while you took a while to do some school stuff with the boys. It was never a lot, just some small words for reading, simple books, and puzzles.

When you came down with them to make some lunch, Bri already had bags of take-out setting on top of the counter. She just shrugged and said, “Postmates.”

“I made you a doctors appointment.” She told once the boys had their food and were sitting on the back patio. It was unexpected for her to do, but to say you were grateful was an understatement. “Its tomorrow morning, I’ll stay with the boys, but you need to go after you drop off India. And then I need to go so I can make it to classes the next day.”

The girl had stopped everything to come be with you, and you knew if she could she would stay longer but you weren’t that selfish.

The food on your plate suddenly became bitter to look at, losing your appetite was now nothing knew. Whether it was from being weary or your body just not wanting it was hard to tell, but what you did know was that your favorite tacos from Miss Margarita’s did not look so yummy at the moment.

Your day flew by as did so many others previous to it. You were kept busy all the time and though you were happy for it, by the time Chris called you, you were ready to slink into unconsciousness on the cloudy bed.

His voice made your eyes widen again after realizing they were slowly closing. “Princess, you can sleep, don’t let me keep you up.”

“No, no, I want to talk to you. I miss you. And I like hearing what you’ve been doing. Its entertaining.” The energy you put into your voice was less than convincing, but regardless it was the truth.

“I know, its crazy stuff. India hasn’t said anything about school when I talked to her.” His voice trailed waiting for you to pick it up.

“Her teacher said she was good today, quiet, but good. But she expects all the kids to start rallying up the more they get to know each other. She said she keeps the lipgloss on at all times, and takes it with her to lunch and out on the playground.” The sound of his laugh was refreshing. You missed the sound, how it set a warming tone in your chest to see him giggly. It just reminds you that you made him upset his last night home. That was time you could have spent hearing his voice in person, right next to you but you ruined it.

I’m ready for you to come home again, I know it has only been like what, less than 36 hours, but I want you back already. It was what you wanted to say. You wanted to tell him but you knew it would just make him feel bad for a decision you pushed him to make. That was what you were not going to do. It was a good choice for him to sign the contract, a good choice for him in the media, a good choice financially. There are so many people that were affected positively, millions who were awaiting the next film. But you were just one person, one who could - would have to - stick it out for everyone else.

“Guess what I did today?” You ought to say something before he tries to hang up again so you could sleep. “The boys and I went into the movie room and watched Moana, but all I could think about was you. When we were sat down there after I first moved in, falling asleep on the couch.”

“You know what?” He asked looking towards the camera. “That was when I knew I was going to fall in love with you.” The sentiment was true, you knew that night that you were also in trouble. “Your hair was crazy like you had been at the water all day, and your skin was much tanner than before I left. But you fit in like a missing puzzle piece.”

“You can stop now, you might make me cry.” You could already feel a lump in your throat, tears welling up closely behind. He had know idea of the stress you were about to unload on him. He smiled at your tone of voice thinking it was one of love and happiness. It was the tone of sorrow. You were tired, emotional all day and him being more than you deserved was another crack in your wall.

“I'm counting down the days already, Princess. 26 days and I’ll be home for 7. Your brother will be there. We are gonna get so rowdy. Fun, it’s gonna be fun. Do you think you could bare it?”

“Of course I can.” It wasn’t much longer when you fell asleep.

The doctors appointment was faster than you expected, but then again it wasn’t like you had done it before. You left with an ultrasound picture of almost nothing, an eight week old almost nothing. A tiny little bean surrounded by empty black and white. The black sported a small smudge when you realized a lone tear found its way. You sat in the driver's seat staring down at the little picture in your lap.

What is it with being so goddamn full of tears all the time. Like the slightest thing could make you tear up. It was frustrating and you didn’t understand it. You were hungry, wanting tacos all the time but you can’t bring yourself to eat when they are in front of you. Wanting to call Chris selfishly just to talk to him but you knew he had to be sleeping, so you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. A stupid small headache that never goes away because of the tears that are always hiding in the midst. It was enough to drive a person crazy.

Your eyes scanned the parking lot around you, full on paranoid that someone was watching you, but with the early hour there were only a few empty cars to keep yours company.

A small peptalk was what you needed in the moment. The self deprecating thoughts were not going to get you anywhere and you knew it. There was no more need to think about what ifs, but where you were now needed to be on your mind. No more thinking about how terrified you were that he was going to be upset, or how your family was going to feel about it. What your dad was going to think.

Bri sat with you in the living room after the boys were down for their nap, you could still hear banging around up there, but you didn’t have the energy to go up there and tell them to settle. She held the tear stained picture of a little bean in her hands with a smile on her face.

“You can’t tell Ty, you can’t.” Her eyes flicked to your own strained red ones from keeping the tears away. “I will when he comes, when Chris comes. I want to do it.”

She nodded in agreement, “Of course.”

After packing her things she left after lunch, ready for a lonely slow drive back to the city. The city you did not miss. It was fun while it lasted but you couldn’t imagine going back, especially with a child.

With a child.

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sakuurae · 6 years

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wonder years; preview

» summary: Two years passed since Taeyong made it to a celebrity status. As time flew by, so did the distance between you two, marking the relationship with each other as good as strangers. Before he left, a promise was made when you were both young, and after those two long years he came back with intentions to fulfill it.

❀ pairing: celebrity!taeyong & reader insert || childhood friends!au

❀ includes: fluff, light angst

❀ wc: 2.2k for this preview !

❀ note: This fic will be complete fluff except for some ... minor angsty parts, hahaha. I havent written something like this (a hearty fic) on this current blog, so itll be a little different and i hope the finished product will be as enjoyable for you all as it was for me : ) The final product is estimating to be 20k~ words, give or take ... hahaha.

But heres a small preview for now ! It might seem abruptly cut off but i had to do it there since the rest would reveal how the rest of the story will probably go ! Haha. I also havent written anything in a while ... so forgive me if this isnt my prime adfgfkhgl

Im also still not used to putting ‘sakuurae’ on covers hah this is a sign to go back to ‘honeytaeyong’ huh ... lmaooo

Lee Taeyong was the cynosure of attention these days—well, months to be exact. He had risen to stardom expeditiously, and even the media was barely able to keep up alongside his worldwide activities. From country to country he had partnerships and photoshoots; filmings for commercials and parties by other celebrities on the top of the unspoken hierarchy. Deeming him as a busy man was an understatement, and honestly he strongly despised it. Taeyong missed his old, placid life more often than he should, almost as if he never had a peaceful life when he was young and the thought of a calm way of living was a dream he longed for. In fact, his past was seemingly clouded by a grey haze, for he could no longer remember what the sweet taste of fast food was like or even the feeling of spare time in his hands. Rather, the world was entering his grasp as power and fame creeped into his hands, but, of course, great power and fame came little choices—and it was far too late for Taeyong to escape.

Believe it or not, you had known the rising star Taeyong longer than anyone in the showbiz world had ever. Since you were six, and you had film photos as concrete evidence. Every time you saw his face on the screen and not on your hung picture frames you felt proud, happy for your friend; however, there was another sentiment that loomed desolation upon you. Due to Taeyong’s newfound hustle and bustle lifestyle, the messages and calls he would give you became rare—almost as if you were a fan whose luck was tested for a surprise call from his or her favourite celebrity. Needless to say, that disrupted the friendship and you were unsure if Taeyong and you were still as close as before. And the term “close” to describe your old friendship was too subtle.

Recalling the way you met Taeyong was easy, especially since the encounter was unforgettable. During recess when you were six years old you were on the field picking at dandelions to take home, in the distance you heard a boy yell incomprehensible words towards you. Once you looked up, a soccer ball went straight at your face, knocking you over to the grass. As ugly sobs spilled, a teacher accompanied you to the nurse’s office who only gave you a frozen bag of ice and the two empty words of “It’s okay.” The bump that formed on your head was sticking out protrudently so that the slightest touch made you wince in pain. Thinking about the rude boy at the time, you were furious, telling yourself you will never forgive him. But those silent swears were kept to yourself once the same young child that accidentally kicked the soccer ball to your face sneaked into the nurse’s office to release a string of apologies. Tears were prickling at his eyes as if he was the one who got physically hurt and not you, sniffles were not enough to prevent the upcoming sobs, and he was a nervous wreck. You glared at him in annoyance, aching to push him out of the office—maybe even punch—but before you committed to any actions he mumbled, “I’m really sorry.”

Those three words caught your attention; they were more genuine than the nurse who told you your injury was not as bad as you believed, as a result you stared at the flustered kid who kept on saying sorry. Each time you remained silent, tension thickened in the room. Silence ensued as you remained angry, and caused the boy to spit out, “Can I make this up to you somehow?”

Puffing your cheeks out, you declined and left the nurse’s office to sit in the front. That day you thought it was the last you would ever see Taeyong, but the next day he came into your class before lunch break with a can of soda in hand and another apology. Taeyong trailed you for a couple of minutes once lunch started; he took a seat next to you and offered you some carrots as if the item was a token of forgiveness, and you smiled at his gesture. That day you forgave him, and a friendship had formed. Instead of lingering around his friends, Taeyong spent time lingering by you around the slides of the play structure daily. That continued for a long while until junior high, where you would sit at the same table and chat the respite away childish drama.

You used to patronize his home when you were still young, accepting the love and affection from his family as if you were one of their own from day one, and he committed to the same—given the rare times your parents were both home. Since elementary to junior high, all throughout high school, you and Taeyong attended the same school and spent practically everyday pestering one another for fun. After racing to the nearby park where the loser would have to purchase an icy treat, the two of you always sat down on neighboring slides in the play structure and informed each other about the boring day. The closeness was perceptible to everyone: students, teachers, and strangers. Many assumed the guy named Taeyong was your boyfriend, and subsequently raw shock was their reaction when you both denied the claims.

The thought of you dating Taeyong never crossed your mind until he started to drift away from you after high school graduation. There had to be something more than those races and hang outs that were able to be passed off as dates. Half a day was spent next to him typically, which made the week incomplete if failed to do so. You spent an incredible amount of time by his side, and you wondered why Taeyong and you never became an official item. Of course there was something more than a friendship—even if it was never spoken of, an attraction was active. But nothing changed. Often, you wondered if there was such thing as being too close to the point dating was out of the spectrum?

With his burst of fame, gone were the days of you and Taeyong constantly visiting each other’s houses and eating meals together as a complete family, sneaking into his bedroom through his window to finish one new series on Netflix, and subsequently crawling out through the artful entrance to spend the night out in the town. Once Taeyong was able to drive the nights became longer, and rather than freezing in the cold, situated on the park swings struggling to stutter words through the gelid air, you and Taeyong rested in the back seat of his vehicle and talked about all the stupid things in life. Annoying teachers, petulant drama, and words that reflected a broken heart poured from the lips and strengthened the bond. And sometimes when life became too much, a silence by him was all you needed.

Whenever you gawked at Taeyong at three in the morning, tired eyes fighting to remain open, you recalled how he used to be: physically and mentally. The boy who used to have black hair longer than most, a frown etched on his face to convince the universe he was tough, and an array of flannels had transformed into a man that flaunted an extended quiff and a sparkling smile by senior year. Of course you were not the only being who noticed the distinct change; that was how he was scouted to become the successful man he was today.

The night Taeyong told you he had a couple of auditions for minor roles in movies surprised you; in fact, you never suspected such a day would come so soon. You see, Taeyong was always partaking in theatre activities on-campus and off-campus. He earned thespian awards since he began acting extremely merituous, and soon his name was featured on articles and local news. He was the best of the best, and everyone knew. So once he booked a flight out of the country to fulfill his dream, not many were surprised.

However, before Taeyong had left to fulfill his dreams, he made a promise to you: to be able to make you the happiest in the future. It wasn’t like he pledged to marry you in the future or take your hand accompanied by all the love he could spill; he wanted you to be happy alongside him as friends because life at the time was rough. Stress arrived like no other due to testing and college applications. The struggle to maintain nonpareil grades became a competition—the factor that determined the winner of a four year battle to gain valedictorian. Not only, but you and Taeyong were active participants in on-campus and off-campus theatre. Needless to say, you were both incredibly busy—and as all the stress from family and school accumulated, and so much more, the light that was joy had dissipated throughout the years. With parents kept entirely busy committing to their own service, you never had time to see them, which resulted in the element of trust falling short to speak to them about your issues. Taeyong was the only friend you trusted entirely—your heart and mind craved to vent to him whenever something went wrong—and he felt your pain the more you cried out to him in the middle of the night.

To the insane degree that Taeyong cared for you, everything was given to why he promised to make you happy.

His journey to fame was a long process sprawled throughout two years; nonetheless, Taeyong’s name was finally circulating the world like wildfire. Media wanted to feed off his fresh talents and looks, and other celebrities obtained an interest in the dashing man. Event after event, Taeyong was the name that hopped off everyone’s tongue. Acting modernly in prominence, he became closer to fans and created bonds with strangers, and despite Taeyong becoming closer to the whole entire world, the distance was growing rapidly between you two.

⭒ ⭒

The morning was busier than normal at the corner coffee shop you worked at—especially for a Tuesday morning. Most customers tended to be among the range of adults to elderly, but on this specific day there seemed to be clusters of young teenagers, each ordering the most aesthetic drinks from the menu. There was definitely going to be a boost in sales thanks to the younger group, so there had to be a reason for their spontaneous visit. The shop was extremely packed to the point you had no room to think of extra thoughts like those; all you were able to do was focus on drinks. Since the shop is on the compact side and cozier than most, gossip was simple to overhear.

“Did you see him yet?” said an excited girl who was balancing herself on her tiptoes.

Her friend seemed to shake her head, replying, “No, are you sure the tweet was true?”

“It had to be,” said another girl who was a stranger to the two. “It’s from an official news source.”

“Then where is he?” mumbled someone else.

Holding the tea shaker in hand, you stared at the cluster of curious girls, wondering who and what exactly they were referring to. A bump came to your hips from a fellow co-worker who wanted to snap you back to work, your trail of thought ended. “Focus, (y/n),” he ordered.

“Sorry, Ten,” you muttered, continuing to align the cup for the proper order. “Focusing is hard when there’s a bunch of loud customers.”

Ten laughed in agreement. “Apparently it’s because some celebrity is in town.”

“Did you read that from the tweet as well?” you jested, pouring the iced tea into the clear cup.

“Maybe.” He grinned while topping off his order with whipped cream. “I don’t even know what celebrity would have any business here. This town’s tiny, dingy, and quiet. The person’s changing everything.”

Chuckling, you capped the tea and went to the opposite end of the counter. “Kick the person out your town, Ten.” Reading the side of the cup, you read the black marker aloud, “Two large passion fruit iced teas for Johnny!”

The customer approached the counter and grabbed the drinks and grinned at you before reaching onto two straws. Before you were able to offer him a cup holder, he answered a call on his bluetooth and continued onto his day. “Hello, Tae?” said Johnny, who was clad in a casual outfit consisting of a white shirt tucked into black jeans. “Where are you?”

You stared at the man for a short while, the name that left his mouth lingering in your mind. “Tae,” you whispered. “God, the name reminds me of Taeyong.”

“Everything reminds you of Taeyong,” Ten poked fun, raising an eyebrow in a suggestive manner. “You sure the two of you weren’t some item or anything?”

Annoyed, you scoffed and brushed him aside to continue your busy morning at work. “Very funny.”

“Thanks.” Ten smiled. “My second job should probably be a stand-up comedian.”

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sainadazai · 3 years

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Chapter 3

Returning home that day, you had a new sense of determination. You weren't sure if it was different than that of this morning, considering you really did think you could make friends, but you hoped it was. Todoroki may have been one of the least approachable people in class that day, but for some reason you knew he'd be the easiest to talk to. Well, once you got him to acknowledge your existence.

As you swung open the door to the single story home, you were greeted by the sight of your mother, shuffling through bills at the kitchen table. She didn't seem upset with it, though, rather content in her chore. You admired your mother for that, always being content no matter what. Sending her a quick wave, you march down the hall to your room. You might not have looked it, but all those tests got you tired, let alone all the people trying to speak to you. They seemed nice enough, now that you could think back on it, why did you feel so scared at the time?

Tomorrow would be different, though, because now, you had a plan. The stone faced boy, shoto todoroki, was going to be your first friend. Or at least acquaintance.

You really just needed a nap, maybe some laying down peacefully on your bed to forget the disaster you acted like earlier. However, your cat had other plans. Mochi was perched happily in the center of your bed, curled up as cats do and looking way too adorable to be mad at. YOu cooed at her being so infuriatingly cute. Why couldn't you just go to bed peacefully as she does?

"Ahh, mom come here!" you whisper-yelled marching your way back to the kitchen.

"What, darling? Is it your quirk again?" she shouted excitedly, not moving from her spot.

"NO!Better!"

Her face contorted into a grin as you re-entered the room. "Oh? What could possibly be better than the great metallic's quirk?" she teased your nickname.

Ever since you were little you had been planning to be a pro, that came with lots of different possible hero names. Two years ago, Metallic came into the mix, as your dad suggested you use a more simple name.

"Mochi can, mom."

She giggled a bit, gesturing her hands to the handles of her wheelchair. " You'll have to take me then, I'm not sure Mochi is enough to sheel all the way away from my bills.." she continued to chuckle as you grumbled, but happily went behind her to push her forward.

"Hold on tight, then!"

"Wait, Y/N."

It was too late, you went zooming through the halls, giggling joyously as your mother laughed in fear. She knew you wouldn't let her fall, but she hated the feeling of needing to be picked up by her daughter and hauled into her chair. It made her feel unbelievably helpless.

"Woohoo!"

"Y/n, you passed your room."

"Oh, right, thanks mom!"

Backtracking a couple feet, you swung your room door open, revealing your little cat all fluffed up on your bed, eyes staring at you in alarm at your volume.

"I think you scarred her, hon."

"Shh, isn't she so cute, though? When I came home she was all cuddled up in my blankets."

"Yes, that cat is my favorite child, she is always quiet..." your mom mumbled, smirking although you couldn't see from behind her.

"Hey!"

"Ah, your right, maybe your brother too.." she faux pondered.

You pouted, not knowing if she was joking or not.

"Just kidding I love you all! But seriously hon I need to do the bills."

"Okay, want me to wheel you back?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm sure you're tired after school, go move that cat over and get a nap in before your dad gets home."

You were skeptical about letting her go back on her own, it wasn't more than twenty feet away, but you were protective of your mother. Seeing her even at the chance of pain was unbearable. Maybe it was the attachment that comes with her and dad being your only friends since day one, or your heroic nature, but her suffering was almost more painful to you.

She had always relentlessly assured you that she felt no pain in her legs, but it still always felt like it would. Especially when you were younger and first noticed how she could barely stand. See, when mom and dad met, dad had been an aspiring hero, while mom wanted to be a chef. Neither of them went to U.A, but he was in a hero course, while she was in general studies. It worked out for the most part, too. Dad had gotten his hero license at 18 and mom her first job at a small restaurant.

Didn't last, though. One day while mom was out shopping in the city, a large villain attack occurred. All might have come to fight with an unknown villain who seemed to fare quite scarily against him.

During the fight, however, moms legs were crushed under a fallen building, damaging many nerves and breaking bones. All might saved her that day, kept her from bleeding out and got her to a hospital safely, but the damage was very painful.

Mom never blamed that villain for her pain, or anyone for that matter. Once she began healing and started physical therapy, she had almost completely forgotten the pain of it all. Then, when she had you, she promised her husband that she would try her best to stand and walk and move for you. So her daughter always had someone to play with. Dad didn't like that, though. He wanted her to be safe, and not in pain.

So he hung up his cape and got a job in construction, given the family quirk it suited him well. With that, he could spend more time with you and your mother, looking after both of you.

That didn't stop the pain from getting to her, though, and the nerves going numb. Leaving her completely unable to walk now, but she wouldn't trade those years when you were little for anything. She just loved you too much to mind her own pain.

Smiling at the memory of the story your parents used to tell you, you fell asleep with one arm around mochi.

Todoroki never minded other kids. He spent most of his life training with his father, though he couldn't say he liked his father all that much either. Kids his age had a habit of making him jealous though, even if their lives weren't perfect, they didn't have endeavour for a father.

Still, mow he stood in his home bathroom, looking at his face in the mirror, practicing how to speak to you. Wondering what might male you smile.

It was stupid, really. He had been speaking all his life, words weren't all that hard, but he guessed je might have to try a little harder on these ones.

"Hello, im shoto."

No, you already knew that, you would probably think he is dumb.

"How does your quirk work?"

Metal, obviously. How could anyone have missed that after yesterday. Maybe if he tried to relate to you? But how could someone like him relate to you? You looked so pure, maybe not the happiest, but you didn't seem like you'd been to hell and back.

He thought you were likely just the nervous type, an overthinker.

"Hi, y/n."

"I'm sure that would work.."

Shoto's head jolted to the open bathroom door and he saw fuyumi standing there. He didn't know her well, but they lived together so he should have shut the door.

"What do you mean?" he questioned, not sure that was the right one at all.

"Brother, I don't know who you want to talk to, but, it's best if you speak in the moment, all you have to say is hi."

"Maybe to normal people." he spoke, still stone faced, not believing he would work.

"So this person isn't normal?"

"No, she apologizes too much."

Fuyumi laughed a bit, "What does that mean?"

"Well, after observing her today, I think if I said hi, she would just say sorry.." he pondered, imagining your cute face flustering and stuttering and putting an apology.

"Oh my, well I guess I'll leave you t0 it then."

"Um, thanks?"

School the next day was exciting for both of you. You, being ready to train and learn and make friends, and he to use his well rehearsed conversational skills. Little did the two of you know the dramatic training that would take place all but the second day of school. It wasn't like anything to be expected, the day started out with a simple english class led by present mic.

Having arrived barely on time due to the crazy long bike ride, you had no time to become friends with todoroki. However, upon first entering the school, you met the smart and pretty girl from the day before. It seemed she was still curious about your quirk, but this morning she was mindful of your anxiety.

Her movements were soft and her voice was calm and quiet as she questioned you on the way to class. The way she treated you was very settling, it made the brisk walk towards class 1-A just a bit easier today. No one had ever really spoken to you like that. Kids at your old school opted to ignore you because you were always busy anyways, or tease you for being sheltered and as they would say "innocent." You were not.

All of the things middle schoolers seemed to fancy were just irrelevant to your career as a hero, it made no sense to indulge them. So, given that history, this sweet girl, who had a habit of pulling and twisting the ends of her skirt, had made you feel ecstatic. Yaoyorozu had actually changed her demeanor to accommodate you, she really was too caring.

"Now, which of these four sentences contains a mistake?"

You weren't paying attention, to say the least. English and learning could wait for a time when the boy next to you wasn't looking so endearing. Today you learned he has different colored eyes as well, beautiful cerulean blue on one side and dark grey on the other. It was odd of you to be staring, even more odd at this boy you barely know, but something about that blue in his eye was so familiar, you just couldn't place it. Not to mention the burn scar residing around it.

It would be rude to ask, but you really were curious. Suppose that's a topic to remember when you know him better-if you know him better.

The class went by in a haze as you tried to find another pair of those blue eyes in your memory, but to no avail.

Then, you quietly shuffled down the halls to the lunch room. The line for lunch was very long, so you it was nerve racking to enter, but you wandered up and made your way there. Once you had your lunch, you took a long inhale, treasuring the steam of the rice that warmed your face.

The table's seemed mostly occupied, but you had to remind yourself there were probably no assigned groups. Everyone was new. Everyone was confused about where to sit. Or maybe they weren't? Maybe they made friends on the first day while you were busy apologizing...

"Hey, y/n, I still have some questions if you wanna sit with me?"

Startled by the voice, you jumped, the food on your tray doing a quick bounce to mimic you. The voice was recognized quickly, though, as the girl you'd spoken to earlier. It wouldn't hurt for todoroki to be your second friend, would it?

Turning over your shoulder you shot a half-assed smile at her to mask the sudden discomfort. She really was right behind you, had she been there the whole time?

You walked to a table in a corner, following her, and noticed a couple other girls there. It wasn't a new idea that in school settings, people often linked to stick with their own gender. It was just a bit of a shock that they could all bond so quickly over something so miniscule as being female.

In life your mom and dad had always equally been your best friends, it's an odd example but the dynamic is similar to if they were kids, too. That led you to believe there wasn't much difference between hanging around girls or guys. You wouldn't complain, anyone talking to you here was a blessing. Well, maybe not the yelling one.

"So, um, you had more questions?" you look up at momo warily.

Her face brightens in excitement as she pulls out a piece of paper. It seemed to be a list, had she been preparing questions? Geez, no need to make you feel special.

"So, you used your blood yesterday and somehow applied ample force to it to hurl a ball to an exact distance, care to um elaborate?"

The rice was just about to reach your mouth, but you paused, for her sake. Best to answer, then eat, although it smells delicious.

"Oh, well, you acknowledged earlier that my quirk has to do with metal, the medical term would be ferrokinesis. So, I was just manipulating small particles of iron, without unbonding them from my blood."

"Woahh, I totally didn't even know blood was like that..." Mina, the pink haired girl spoke, shaking her head and bouncing her beautiful curls as she did so.

Seeing her distraction, you shoved an ungodly amount of rice into your mouth, feeling a bit more comfortable already. Your cheeks squished out like a chipmunks and you chewed the best you could to both savor the flavor, and not choke.

"So you could do that with other people's blood?"

Mouth still full of food, you continued to answer casually.

"Well, I suppose I could.." you continued to chomp, voice slightly muffled by the rice in your cheeks,"but I'm not sure that'd be vewy hewoic of me."

E/c eyes glanced up at them casually to scope their opinions on your words, but the girls were too busy cooing at how adorable you were. Their sudden change of emotion caused an embarrassment trigger to go off in your mind. Cheeks heating up, but not showing any red. Eyes widening, you quickly swallowed the last of your rice, and sputtered out an apology for your disrespect.

"Oh gosh, it's rude to talk your mouth full, I'm sorry. My mother usually finds it funny because of the way my voice changes, but you're not my mom, haha. Wait!Um no she doest say that, um, I-"

"It's okay, you're adorable, and please don't say sorry, okay?" The girl with the sound quirk, and stylish hair spoke.

"Oh, um, yeah.."

Hero basic training. The moment of the day you'd been anticipating. Come to U.A. for the hero course, and this is the time of day you will always look forward to.

"I AM HERE!" You heard a voice boom from the doorway.

Sure enough, there he was. The number one pro hero, All Might himself. He was cool, but you preferred endeavour or best jeanist. It was just, he was so flashy, and people always depended on him for relief or safety, it didn't make sense. What happens when eventually, he is out of commission? Heroes that didn't worry about being some beacon of hope might be less comforting, but at least they'd get the job done now, and be easier to let go of later.

These thoughts, however, did not change the fact that you did still revere him. Who wouldn't? It All Might.

He went on a spiel about today's training, being ridiculously loud. Today wouldn't fight training, and it seemed the boy next to you was indifferent about that, but you, you were excited. This was what your quirk did best. Not to brag, but you'd say you have about a 7/10 chance of beating almost anyone in this class in hand to hand or quirk on quirk combat.

After all, you sacrificed your childhood to pursue it.

"But one of the most important things about being a hero is looking good-" The walls suddenly protrude outwards, causing your body to stiffen. Oh. It was the costumes. How exciting.

"Get yourselves suited up, and then meet me at training ground beta."

You happily obliged, rushing to grab your case and to change, this would most definitely be a fun training day!

#todoroki x reader #todoroki fluff #shoto torodoki #todoroki shoto x reader #mha todoroki #mha bakugou #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #mha deku #momo yaoyozoru

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Bought my first CBD flowers via /r/CBD

Bought my first CBD flowers

Im trying to reduce my consumption of cannabis just because of the prices. I have the last oz of Girl Scout Cookies I will ever be buying in the US. Prices of weed in this country are absurd. CBD flower on the other hand is at a reasonable price per oz, pretty close to what I would be paying for real thc weed in my home country. So i’ve been trying to make the switch but im sad about it because my only reason really is money. Now, Its been more than a week since I’ve been smoking CBD flower and it makes me really depressed. Ive been smoking GSC only once a day and the rest of the day I do the CBD flower, but I just can’t get anything done, immediately after I smoke I feel depressed and tired and just want to sleep, this doesn’t happen to me when I smoke regular weed, to the contrary I feel super motivated and want to get things done during the day and usually have a productive day. I have PTSD from childhood trauma thats why I use weed and also I have a lot of other health issues derived from that that weed really helps with, and I thought CBD would be the same but its not. I think it relaxes me in a way, and that’s helpful but it also puts like a grey cloud above me, and I just feel sad and lethargic. I cannot switch because I just be depressed and with no energy during my day. But I cannot afford smoking weed everyday in the US. I don’t know what to do anymore. Maybe there’s a more potent strain that I don’t know about, or a combination I could make. Does anyone else have this issue? The strains Ive tried are: OG kush, Wild and Wonderful, Special Sauce and Suver Haze. and they all did exactly the same, it was like smoking bad weed, the taste was the same to a low quality weed from my home country. And the effects were the same, I don’t see any difference from one to the other. And no, being sober it’s not an option. I have severe anxiety and other issues I won’t be discussing. Cannabis has been the only medication I can take that doesn’t have real side effects. And I have been doing just fine; my only issue is now im living in the USA where everything s priced 10+ times its actual value

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easilyaddictedin123 · 7 years

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Clashing of Wilds and Blood

Alright people this thing is long. LONG. And will you look at that? Looks like its gonna have multiple chapters oh boy.

PT2 : https://easilyaddictedin123.tumblr.com/post/162902440496/clashing-of-wilds-and-blood

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You had come to visit your half-sister, a rare and delightful privilege to escape under the thumb of the King Aelle, they day had been simple and calm. Judith was settled into the corner as you reached over to put Alfred in check upon the board. The ‘clack’ echoed in the room of stone as you settled back in the chair with a smirk, Judith chuckled slightly at the sight. You were younger than your half-sister, a passing baroness that had taken the king to her bed was your lineage and Aelle had been forced to keep you on condition of her death, a new pawn to use in his political gain, marriage wasn’t suitable for your bastard birth at least for the moment. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he would find some use for you and your wild nature. Refusing this and that, sneaking away to do as you pleased.

Here though? Here was free, as free as you could muster at least. Ecbert cared little if you roamed the stone halls with feet bare, nor worried of hands that slipped knives and coin from various hips of the guards, the sharp tongue trading insults and wit. You could toss h/c locks over your shoulder loose without care, walk in the streets with the sun beating off your skin. It was amusing and in ways perhaps he encouraged it still thinking of you as Judith’s wide e/c eyed curious baby sister. Alfred’s groan brought you from musings as he slumped into the seat even further.

“You cheated, i don’t know how but you cheated.” Judith laughed as you began to reset the board.

“Pay more attention and you might win this time.” You chuckle was stopped short by yells and the distinct clang of metal, the soldiers, “Judith, Alfred, stay here.”

“Why do you get to g-” Judith silenced her son as you slipped from the room to look into the courtyard, Aethelwulf seemed to be parading around a man in worn clothes almost as if he’d been the one to pry the nails from Jesus’ hands and free him.

The man’s beard was wiry and long, no hair graced his head showing tattoos, scars and age settled into the deep lines of his face. He looked unarmed, and tired. Behind them thrown over a horse was someone. Short black hair, broad shoulders, narrow hips and tossed unceremoniously over a horse. He was crippled. You couldn’t hear what was being shouted at the guards but he was roughly dragged down and off through the mud with the man.

Aethelwulf looked up to see you bluntly observing the scene. His scowl deepened at your condescending smile, he’d never like you. Mostly because of your complete disregard for anything he said to you and refusal to obey any rules he attempted to press. You raised a hand in a menial wave just to incite his anger further in attempt to sour any triumph he might have felt. He stormed off after them while you slipped back into the room where an eager Alfred and questioning Judith.

“Aethelwulf is pompous as always but he’s parading around two men like they’re jewels.” Alfred chuckled at the tone of your voice but Judith frowned, “Oh, mind your face sister dearest, I’ll find out who they are for you.”

“You mean you’ll find out who they are for you.” The woman teased gently although you could tell she was just as curious and wary of who her husband had brought into the dungeons of the castle.

“I’ll go too!” Alfred offered excitedly watching in growing suspense as you crossed your arms and jutted your hip to the side, “ I can be quiet, even you said I’m getting better! Besides I’m the one that King Ecbert likes more. I can get away with it!”

“Alfred, that’s why y/n is going first.” -he looked distraught at his mother- “You may be your grandfather’s favorite but that means he’s all the more protective of you.”

“She’s a point.” You smiled gently, ruffling his brown hair, “Besides I’ll bring you to see who they are next, I promise. I wouldn’t want soot and dirt to soil those cheeks of yours by pressing against a dingy wall now would I?”

He pushed your hands off his face with a grin, “Fine. But you promised.”

You pulled your hair back and straightened out the dress, tugging on the belt to make it flair more dramatically to your curves and stood straight. In the case that you couldn’t ‘persuade’ the guards with sultry looks and soft words you held a small coin purse with silver in it as you made your way down the halls. Servants moved by, some nodding in a greeting, others with curious looks as to why you were heading to the kitchens but to be seen going there would be a better story as to why you were absent from Judith.

“And where do you think you’re off to, m’lady?” The voice caused you to freeze, it was on old one from childhood that had scolded and schooled you.

“Damn you old hag.” -you muttered under your breath before turning- “Off to the kitchens, Maude.”

“It’s a sin to lie, Y/N, besides we both know better.” The woman was old, you could swear that she was around when God was a little boy, with long grey hair ,that had remnants of black from her youth, pulled up tightly into a bun and judgmental green eyes that could stare into the soul of Satan and terrify him.

Maude had been one of the ‘possessions’ your mother had left you as an infant on King Aelle’s door, the woman was irritable, deceptively strong, sarcastic, and was never going to die. Not that you prayed for that, God’s sake no, but there were days when you wished she’d just look the other way. The crone seemed to always be at least three steps ahead of whatever you were thinking or what you were going to do, if you actually accomplished something successfully and smoothly it was because she hadn’t caught you. Or pretended to not have caught you. . .

“I’m not lying, I am going to the kitchen.” She quirked up an eyebrow while once full lips tugged ever so slightly downwards.

“That so is it?” You mentally shuddered, she knew and she would open her mouth and you’d be sent back to Judith with your proverbial tail tucked between your legs, “I suggest you get some of the fresh bread. It’s still warm and other mouths might enjoy it, eh?”

A smile spread across your lips as she tilted a head, perhaps she was curious about the men too or maybe she was in a good mood? Whatever the reason you weren’t going to question it as you slipped away into the kitchens, the best place to learn what was going on. Everyone gossiped in the kitchens and no one minded you as King Aelle’s bastard child was still a bastard after all it was the perfect place to grab up something for Aethelwulf’s dubbed prisoners and see if anyone knew who they were.

The smell of sweets, pies, roast, vegetables and bread wafted through the air making the sense of a home flood your being. It was alive with chatter, firewood crackling, dished banging, and tools cutting or preparing for tonight’s dinner. The gossip was far and wide from someone being pregnant, another losing their cow, a dragon spotted flying east and witchcraft being practiced with chicken blood. Useless.

“Lily!” The woman turned at your voice and smiled, already cutting off a hunk of warm bread for you to snatch up, “I’ve a question to ask.”, of course asking with a full mouth was rude but the bread was heated and had a hint of cinnamon to it.

“Oh I’m sure, tryin to rat out who’s who today m’lady?” Of course Lily knew, she knew everything, “They say the Lordships caught a King of the North.”

“You mean The King of the North, Ragnar Lothbrok?” You swallowed the bread harshly as she watch your e/c eyes widen in excitement, “Where is he at, who is the cripple, do you think I can get there?”

“Aye, they’re holding ‘im in the bottom dungeon. Don know ‘bout the cripple though, don’t think Lor’ Aethelwulf is all too worried wit him. Somethin not right bout ‘im, I think, he looked ready to kill when they brough ‘im in he did. Some bread for your huntin today?” She had already taken another large piece -too large for just you- in a cloth along with a closed cup of water.

You leaned over the table kissing one red cheek and dashed out with your prize. It would be easy to get into the dungeon this way so you weren’t seen by too many people, slip out of the back door of the kitchen, pick up your dress so the mud didn’t dirty it too much from walking behind the stabled, throw a rock to frighten the horses. One of the guards walked away from the door and you slipped out, making your hips sway more than they did you caught the remaining man’s attention. A lecherous thing with eyes locked on the way you moved.

“I’ve come to see what the fuss is all about.” Being blunt with him didn’t worry you.

“Dungeons no’ place for a lady.” He breathed out watching you bite your lower lip, eyes looking up from beneath long lashes.

“Who claimed I was a lady?” You kept one hand out of his sight that held your ‘treats’ the other tugged on the belt of his armor pulling him to you, “Even women of the night wear dresses good sir, would you like to find out which one I am?”

The guard swallowed uncertainly as you drew him closer, a smirk rising on your lips. One thing you’d learned from women of all kinds, men bow to them even if they didn’t want to admit it. The guard was a pawn in your chess game, he was yours to use. And you were going to. You had to roll up onto the tips of your toes to keep his seemingly hazed eyes on you instead of the reality of his situation for the moment.

He leaned down enough for your lips to almost brushed his, “Of course you’d have to let me in, and be brave enough to go against King Ecbert.” He wasn’t listening instead a gloved hand squeezed your hip the metal gauntlet gripping harsh enough to make you wince, “After all, you did just leave marks on his beloved and defenseless daughter in law.”

That brought the guard back with a jerk and hiss, “I did no such thing.”

“That so? Shall I lift up my dress in a few hours to show how hard those gauntlets can be? To add salt to injury shall I run crying to my father-in-law at how you were talking nonsense? A noble woman like myself being trusted over a simple guard. Who would win his word, do you think?” You smiled, pleased with your work and how simple it had been, “Of course this could be looked over if you let me in.”

“Witch.” He spat out but opened the door nonetheless while you had to stop yourself from practically skipping in.

Murky water pooled on some of the stone steps making your feet echo occasionally in sloshes, you dare not touch the walls to steady yourself knowing that the green you could see in the low light dancing off the walls was not moss.

The deeper and deeper you’d trekked the colder it became, unwelcomed not that most dungeons were but the air was dank with death as some of the prisoners died in their cells of that you had no doubt. The maids told stories about the desperate calls of the tortured rising in the air with their haunting wails. You had to take a breath to steel yourself, you had wanted this and you were going to get it. Coming off the last step of the spiraling stone you saw him.

The cage was rusted and dangled a few feet above ground, the man was beaten, bloody, and nothing like you imagined the legend yet exactly what you imagined all at once. Ragnar Lothbrok was a man, you knew that, he would bleed if he was cut. Yet; there always was something about him that was ethereal, he was the pride of the Northmen, their banner, their calling horn, their legend. Now he was caged like an animal and you felt a surge of pity gnawing at your chest.

“I know you’re there.” His voice was rugged, cracked as if he hadn’t had anything to drink yet.

“I know, I wanted to see the great King Ragnar Lothbrok.” You stepped closer for him to see all of you.

He snorted and gestured to himself, “Everything you expected?”

“Yes and no.” He tilted his head at the answer while you tore off a piece of bread and took out some water, “I imagined a grand army storming over the hills but it’s just you. Even then you must be a great warrior for Aethelwulf to cage you like this.”

“You’ve a different way of looking at things.” He took the food and water you offered, calloused hands not taking advantage of you though he had a small inkling.

“It’s found me in trouble more than once.” He chuckled at that, “Who was the cripple they brought with you?”

Ragnar looked at you, instead of insulting you’d been oddly kind and looked transfixed almost by his existence, “My son.”

“I thought Northmen didn’t suffer crippled babes.” You offered more drink to the man, he could tell you weren’t a servant, you were too well dressed, too clean, you hands hadn’t known a day of hard work.

“Sometimes an exception is made, lady…”

“Y/N, just Y/N no need for the lady bit.” You smiled at the warm chuckle and light in his previously dimmed eyes.

They were blue like a clear sky, the one that wasn’t swollen at least, and he seemed kind in a way. He knew you were a lady of standing and hadn’t made move to hurt you, there was something in that simple action. You spoke plainly to each other with questions pouring from your mouth in abundance. Ragnar answered them, you reminded him of a young child thirsty for any part of the world you could get. Perhaps you were, trapped behind walls of stone and rules never knowing the freedom that he could see bursting at your every word.

He asked questions too, about the castle, about Ecbert and Aethelwulf, even about yourself and small adventures that you were shy to admit. He laughed a bit at the antics you had created, the wild chaos that you seemed to revel in. The small freedoms. You might have made a good Viking if given the chance, instead of being wasted away by Aelle. The restrictions like harsh waves beating against a defiant rock, soon you’d be chipped away enough to know nothing but what the King demanded of you.

“I’d ask a favor, Y/N.” You nodded, not noticing between the two you’d finished the sweet bread and water, “I would like to know of my son.”

“I’ll try, I’m not sure where they’re keeping him but it can’t be that hard. Besides it’s the least I can do for you letting me talk and question you.” Ragnar debated on telling you that he enjoyed the curiosity that he’d seen in Athelstan that was reflected in yourself.

“It would be more than enough thanks.” You nodded and jumped at the sound of armor making it’s way down the stairs, you picked up the cup and cloth to hide behind a device used to hold the prisoners still and refused to make a sound at the scent of blood wafting over you.

The voice was sharp, Aethelwulf no doubt coming to torture the King more than he needed to. With him and the soldiers backs turned you crept back up the stairs and out, the guard you’d entrapped scowled at your passing. You took the way back into the castle and nearly running in excitement to Judith’s room. Stepping in interrupted your half-sister’s stitching and Alfred’s chess game with himself, your face was beaming and you practically glowed with excitement to answer all their questions and regale them with what you’d learn and seen. Alfred seemed just as transfixed as you had been learning about their gods. You’d learn of how women were equal, all fought, all worked, all loved, their goddesses were strong and free. The simple way he’d said it had called to something pure and wanting, they were free. Their women were allowed to be wild and reckless. They were allowed to fight or farm and even rule.

“But what about the cripple?” You bit your lip looking at Judith.

“I’m not sure, I don’t even know where they would have taken him. No one in the kitchen’s knows and the guards won’t tell me if I asked.” You began to tap your nails against your hip in thought.

“I could.” Alfred spoke up with a mischievous grin, “I could say I saw them and wanted to know of the cripple. They’d tell me because they have to.”

A smirk broke your face while you turned to him, “You little hellion, alright, if we can find out then we both go to see him.”

The look Judith gave you blandly stated that he would but you would leave it up to her to tell him. Alfred excitedly ran out to question despite your ‘slight’ protest about him being so blunt.

“You are a horrible influence, you know that Y/N?” Judith sighed as you grinned at her.

“Oh come on, he needs to live just a little. Being under Aethelwulf’s thumb and being a bastard atop of that. He needs my bad influence to blame his faults on. I’d rather take the hit than him.” Your voice was quiet as she placed a hand on your shoulder, being brazen and true to the storm in your blood had given you bruises before.

Never scars. No. They’d leave too much of a mark but bruises you could bare, bruises to keep the ones you love from never having to be harmed. It was a fair price in your eyes. The door pushed open with a smiling Alfred who bounded over, much like you imagined a puppy would, looking pleased with himself.

“They’re not keeping him in one of the lower dungeons. He’s in a cell in the east wing instead.” You pinched his cheek at the answer. “I’m make a bad apple out of you yet, Alfred just you wait and see.” You smiled and went to walk out as Alfred was stopped by Judith.

You didn’t stay for the argument to come instead walked boldly to the east wing cells. They weren’t heavily guarded in the first place atop him being incapable of walking would leave him without many. The east wing cells were connected with the oubliettes below but by a winding maze of columns and halls that you had no desire nor time to navigate.

“Princess Y/N.” The tone was questioning as you walked to the door Ragnar’s son was obviously being kept in.

“I’m just passing by, making friends with the guards as always.” You pulled out two silver for each of them, “I hear the inn is having a special on spiced mead.”

“Talked to you as you were passing by to the kitchens, we did, m’lady.” They opened the door and you smirked.

The cell was still a cell. The rank smell didn’t drift up through the stone floors, but little light shone from the window. The room was empty of any comfort, a board for a bed and on the bed a man. His eyes was a startling blue, unlike his father’s these shone brightly, filled with wariness and vibrant fury at you visage.

“Do you speak my language?” He sat up, shifting his legs that were bound together tilting his head, perhaps debating something but not having spoken, “Is that a no? Shame I was going to tell you about your father.”

“What about him.” His voice was thick with accent talking before scowling with the realization of the trap you’d sat upon your grin and how he’d walked into it.

“Ah, so you do.” He snarled and even without his legs on use you couldn’t help the shiver running down your spine, not sure if it was a good or bad sensation, “He’s alright, as much as he can be. Aethelwulf is a sick man but your father’s strong.”

“What would you know of it?” The question was spat out like poison from a wound.

“I know quite a bit, King Ragnar was telling me about your gods. They’re...fascinating.” He raised an eyebrow at that, “It’s just...they give so many rights, so much freedom to do as you please. It’s strange.”

“Your God is strange.” You sighed at that not to sure that you could talk to him like his father, “Tell me of your God and I’ll show tell you our better ones.”

You grinned, it seemed a fair trade.

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Ivar had been dragged away from his father, mud caked up on his legs, roughly tossed inside the room. He wanted to scream, to kill, to fight, but then the Christians would be threatened and he’d have no idea what would happen next. He trusted his father, he needed to wait. The room was bare of anything, save for a plank to be used as a bed and a small table with a chair that looked ready and able to cave in on itself.

He was antsy as he growled crawling over to the slab that would be his bed. He could do nothing. There was sunlight so he knew it was still day, but there was no way to ease the chaos bounding through his mind. The rampant berating over how he should be better, how he cursed his legs, how he hated this. He wasn’t sure how long he imprisoned himself in his own mind until the door creaked open.

Ivar was prepared for guards, torture, but not for what walked in. She was his age, in a red form fitting dress, her hair was tangled loose around her, lips upturned in a grin at the sight of him. An alluring woman, he didn’t like her already.

“Do you speak my language?” He wanted to scoff, despite the curiosity of the voice and who it was coming from, despite it he played the idiot, “Is that a no? Shame I was going to tell you about your father.

He’d spoken before actually thinking about it, questioning and watching a satisfied look cross her face, she had laid a plain trap and like a child he stumbled into it. He disliked her with an extreme tidal wave of emotion. She told him of his father’s fairing and looked even hopeful at the mention of his Gods. She was infuriating and untrustworthy and he swore a she had a bewitchment in those e/c eyes. Like hooks to the soul to drag people to their deaths in the depths.

They spoke of small things, simple. She was in amazement of how his people worked. How they all carried themselves, how they all were tied to each other. It was a harsh knock at the door that sent her jumping from the floor she’d settled herself on in front of him.

“That’s my cue.” She sighed brushing off her dress, “A warning, i’m going to come back tomorrow.”

Ivar waved her off with the same disinterest he did a slave, she still smiled, “My name’s Y/N, we’re bound to talk a lot so you should know.”

He mused over the idea of not telling her, letting her guess and come back with a new idea for who he was. She was imaginative and quick witted, anything she’d make would most likely insult him but there was amusement in that thought.

“I might tell you my name, but not today.” Y/N looked furious for a moment then puzzled and at last determined.

“I’ll give you one then. Be warned.” and she slipped out of the room that seemed somehow more cold than it had been.

Ivar scowled at the door, he did not enjoy her company, he did not want to see the way she would light up at a new discovery, he did not want to be puzzled at how a woman like her hadn’t given his useless legs any regard. He did not want to see her again. A small voice from somewhere in his mind silenced the storming and thunderous rage for a moment with a simple word.

‘Liar.’

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peccolias · 7 years

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Nonny here again! My prompt if you got the same is Namie meeting the next gen team 7

You meant Boruto, Sarada and Mitsuki by next-gen, right? Here it is…witha SUPER aged-up Namie because I couldn’t resist writing her as a crotchety middle-agedninja dealing with children (especially bratty Boruto).

Genfic

No rating warning, brief alcohol mention

~1,300 words

Standard disclaimer: these extras are AU/closer to canon and unrelated to the Laterality continuum because it would never go this far into the series lol

“Konohamaru, you dragme away from my morning nap, you seriously betterhave something important to say.” Namie leans against the door frame, rubbing attired, lined eyes half-glaring at the young man standing on the other side—the manwho just wouldn’t quit knocking at the door until someone answered. Mostly,he’s grown into a well-mannered adult thanks to his parents, but the annoyingsides of Naruto’s persistence and stubbornnessdefinitely rubbed off on him over the years. No amount of decent child rearing could change that.

“A morning nap? That’s just—” She reaches for the door and he stops that complaint immediately. “Wait, I do! I do, I promise. You know I have a team of genin now, right?” Konohamaru holds up his hands,hoping to ease the tension, because while her glare is mean, her words hold noanimosity. Still, bothering his aunt without good reason is like poking at asleeping bijuu—he knows this from past mistakes.

“Yeah?” She crosses herarms, still giving the stink eye.

“Well—I know this issudden, but everyone else got called away. I thought it’d be a goodidea to bring in a specialist for a lesson, and, y’know…” his voice trails offas she raises an irate brow and he hurriedly gets to the point, pleading. “Look, I wouldn’task if I wasn’t desperate, okay? I’ll even buy you that liquor you like if youhelp!”

He almost flinches whenher eyes turn to the blue scarf tied around his neck and he subconsciously reachesup to tug at its edge, hoping she isn’t thinking of strangling him with it. When her handsreach out he really thinks this is it, this is his last day on earth as aliving shinobi, and being an honorary nephew won’t even save him from herwrath.

But all she does ispurse her lips and straighten the scarf until it sits just right on hisshoulders.

“…You can spar with ‘em,if you want?” he ventures, glad to be spared, cheeks coloring just slightly fromall the embarrassing mother-hen-like fussing. Better than getting kicked into thestreet. But really, the offer is a crapshoot, because getting her to interact with anyonethese days is like pulling teeth.

“Forget the liquor,”she grumbles, setting her hands on her hips. “I’ll do it as a favor, I guess.”

The mention of sparringseems to catch her interest well enough.

“Konohamaru-sensei’sweirdly late today,” Sarada comments, turning to the two teammates sitting onthe grass and leaning against a wooden training log, respectively.

“Not really a problem,”Boruto shrugs, too engrossed in his handheld gaming device to see the exasperatedlook she sends his way. He curses under his breath when the level boss gets thebetter of him and a series of beeps signal gameover. He sticks his tongue out and glances across the field where Sarada’slooking. “Hey, no, there he is!” He freezes. “Wait—who’s that with ‘im? That’snot…is it?” He jumps to his feet andsquints as they come into view.

“He did say he’d bebringing a specialist in today. Do you know them, Boruto?” Mitsuki asks, pushingaway from the log and approaching his teammates, shielding his eyes from thesun as he watches the two approaching figures. No—three. There’s a dog loping alongat their side, too.

Boruto doesn’t answer,and groans under his breath instead.

Namikaze Namie—better knownas his unsociable hermit of a great aunt who’s only ever been to maybe two family celebrations and doesn’t do much to prove that his dad’s side of the familyis anything but distant—follows behindKonohamaru, and she doesn’t look any more pleased to be here than he is to seeher here.

When they stop, she crosses her arms, and it’s clear to see she hasno ninja equipment on her person whatsoever. An easy thing to tell because allshe’s wearing is a pair of old grey sweatpants and a tank top. Why even bother, then.

“Oh, it’s you. I thought you didn’t do this kindof thing anymore?” Boruto cuts in with a frown, before Konohamaru even has the chance tointroduce the guest. She turns to him, and narrows her eyes ever-so-slightlybefore grinning. She doesn’t speak just yet, even as Sarada elbows him in theside and gripes at him for his rude greeting and tone.

“Soyou do know her,” Mitsuki comments, afaint smile on his face.

“Yeah,she’s my great aunt,” he huffs out, crossing his arms in a similar way, not breaking the gaze.

“‘Great Aunt?’ Way to make me feel old,Boruto.” Despite the faux-wounded tone of voice, her lips are still set in a wrygrin.

Boruto narrows his eyes.“Whatever. You do look like an oldbum. Why aren’t you in uniform? Put some effort into this, at least, ‘ttebasa.”

“What,you expect me to show up in my Sunday best for a spar? Gimme a break.”

“You—”

Konohamaru clears histhroat and quickly intervenes, but not without some amusement. It isn’t oftensomeone can match Boruto’s attitude. At this rate, though, it might just fan theflames. “Now, now. Sarada, Mitsuki, this is Namie. She’s here to showcase aspecially-developed jutsu since we’ve been studying the creation of newtechniques.”

“What kind of jutsu?”Sarada asks, blinking slowly behind her glasses, eyes shrewd. A realizationhits her. “Actually, you’re not justrelated to the Seventh, you—”

“Who cares? Just show it already,” Boruto interruptswith a scoff. He uncrosses his arms and sizes her up, wondering just what kindof special jutsu his aunt created. None he’s heard of, for sure. Can’t be tooimpressive—no matter who she is.

Mitsuki looks betweenthem, slightly apologetic as Sarada fumes. “Wait, I’d like to hear this, too.”

“No—I agree. Let’s justget into this.” Namie turns to Konohamaru. “Mind if I take over from here?” Itisn’t really a request.

“Ah…no. Go ahead.” Reluctantly,he takes a few steps back, careful to step over the big brown dog snoozing inthe grass, giving the lesson over to her. Watching from the sidelines won’t beso bad. Hopefully.

“Alright.” The grindrops from her face as she turns back to the three genin who return the starewith varying degrees of wariness. “You three come at me with your best shot. Don’thold back.”

“Just like that?”Sarada’s eyes widen, and she and Mitsuki remain still, caught off guard by therequest, but they’re the only ones.

Boruto breaks into an immediate lunge, hands forming the seals for the Shadow Clone jutsu, duplicatinghimself threefold.

He and the group ofclones close in with echoing yells—some throwing kicks, some striking with kunai.

But none make contact.

Soles of sandalscollide with a shimmery yellow-gold surface radiating from Namie’s palm. Kunairicochet off. Nothing breaks through, and the collision shocks the clones intoevaporating, leaving nothing but smoke behind. And Boruto, lingering in the haze. His foot remains planted against the chakra shield—her hand shoots out to snag him bythe ankle.

Before she can get a firm grip,he substitutes away and she’s left with a wooden stump at her feet. She kicks it aside as her eyes follow his retreat.

“Well, you’re fast,” she praises,and if he hears, he doesn’t show it—only crouches a safe distance away, eyeswide. He doesn’t move to attack again.

“…You’re the creator ofthe Shining Golden Chakra Shield, also known as Aura. And you gained quite abit of fame during the Third and Fourth Shinobi Wars!” Sarada completes herearlier sentence, hands clutched in front of her chest as she takes a stepforward, eyes filled with admiration.

“Ah, yeah…been a while since I’ve heard that,” Namie nods, lowering her hand, dispersing her chakra shield. She rubsat her shoulder for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Anyway, what about you two? Mitsuki, Sarada, right? How ‘bout you threemake a joint effort this time? Land a hit on me and I’ll tell you the specificsof this technique.” The grin returns. “Ifyou think you can.”

Both look back toBoruto, who breaks out of his daze and walks up to join them. The three exchangea nod and charge in with determined smiles.

#Anonymous #peccolia writes stuff #laterality(fanfic)#namikaze namie (oc)#using what knowledge i have from the sarada manga and the boruto movie #thanks for the prompt!

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