#oooo blue blood

[sentientstump]

you read homestuck, didn’t you?

... ahhh... what gave it away, the colour coding? (⁠´▽⁠ ` ;)

someone figured out by my username, which was insane to me like whuuuh, no way! I wonder how many things about me will inevitably lead to the fact that i read homestuck, i hope its not my entire being 😭😭

#answeringstump #textstump #its like that domino meme where the first tiny piece is 'wondering whos that orange character on the megalovania remix art' to #'sentientstumps whole identity' xD #i mean my favourite colour is blue because when i learned my zodiac sign has blue blood i was like oooo thats a good colour #it was way before i noticed neon greenish teal as well which ngl spooked me rn #i thought chronologically i liked that green way before homestuck but alas #•through gritted teeth• thank you hоmеstuck

[tatania-blibby1]

Here is that lore I was talking bout in the last post, its vague but if you can figure it out ILL BE SO HAPPY 👏😋

Blibby! has some too, just trying figure out the best way to present it ig

#oooo lore #so Coolio #ask blog #regretevator oc #rp blog #blibby! #blibby! regretevator #regretevator ocs #tatania #tatania regretevator #oc rp blog #it was a school doodle so that’s why the blood is blue #maybe I should just make her species bleed blue #that’s an idea!!

[katiapostsss]

✧˚ · . "I THOUGHT YOU KNEW!" — . .

˗ˏˋ 📄 ´ˎ˗

teaser:

"just because you

kiss someone, doesn't mean you're

dating!"

ᶜ ʰ ᵃ ʳ ᵃ ᶜ ᵗ ᵉ ʳ ˢ : sam monroe x gn!reader

warnings! :

blood ,, a fight ,, yelling ,, swearing.

SUMMARY: sam monroe has never been good at communication. as his best friend, you know that. but, in the aftermath of a fight, erupted in your name, you realize just how bad it truly is.

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this fic was inspired by @agirlsguidetolove !!

the bell was not what dismissed your english class now, but voices erupting, shoes scuffing, and one word. fight. over and over, screamed, again and again.

the whole of the room went silent, perking and straining their ears. "a fight?"

glances were exchanged, a whisper, and then, before ms. madden could protest, the sound of chairs being pushed back and running steps, though, she protested as everyone left, arms outstretched, trying to stop the madness. "now— class, sit down! this is a problem to be dealt with by the teachers!" of course, no one listened.

"oooo, there's a fight!" someone whooped as they wooshed out the door and into the corridor.

you yourself straightened, locking eyes with a hallway acquaintance and abandoning the idea of staying inside all together. you got up, slipping out after your classmates and half-jogging down to the scene. "he's getting his ass beat!" came a cry, then, "damn, clifford! that's all you got?"

a clump of people, surrounding whatever gruesome brawl inside, which was what you just assumed was said fight, appeared around the bend. you craned your neck as you came closer in proximity, trying to see over heads and out-stretched phones, but failing quite miserably. when you stood at the perimeter of the hubbub, you gave up looking over the crowd and instead looked in, for light glinting off piercings and jet-black hair, fiery, blue eyes dimmed by the messy makeup bordering them. and found nothing. sam monroe, your best friend since 1st year, had third lunch after you, so this would be his break period. he had to be somewhere...

it was when you heard his voice that you realized exactly where he was. "wanna fuckin' talk now, pussy?!" and it was unmistakable, that voice. suddenly, the fight became all too interesting, and you began pushing against the sea of students and struggling teachers to get to the middle of it. your heart was in your stomach. he had done it, hadn't he?

"fuck," you uttered, getting shoved and trampled all the way there. and surely, when you seized the opportunity and made it to the center, there sam was, a burst lip, blood dribbling from his nose. he was straddling charlie clifford, some kid in your spanish class, punching the poor guy straight into the ground over and over again. in horror, your eyes widened, a hand covering your mouth, before you had the good sense to enter in and grab his shoulder, pulling him off. "get the fuck off him! sam! what the fuck is wrong with you! oh my fucking—"

sam had never done anything like this before. it was so strange, interfering a fight that he was in. he was known for being quiet—at least on the outside—void of emotion. this was completely unorthodox. it took three pulls until he gave in and let you drag him up, wiping the blood from his nose with his forearm and staring menacingly at the boy on the ground, who was writhing and crying in pain, his face mangled to the point of being unrecognizable. a few disprovals from the crowd.

"someone's girlfriend is here to save monroe!" someone yelled. "save?!" in return.

"bitch," sam snarled, spitting blood onto the ground by charlie's shoes. you watched the kid in shock, who sobbed and sobbed, barely registering the teacher that came in and bent down next to him, prodding at his face, or how he straightened and looked to the crowd.

"everyone! back to your classes!" he yelled, but the students were already departing, understanding the fun was over. the few that stayed grumbled with their friends.

"and you!" the teacher turned to sam. "principal's, now!" the words were twisted together. feeling horrible, you didn't bother looking over at your best friend, who was staring at you, hesitating to leave, instead, bending beside charlie and helping him sit up.

"are you okay?" you uttered, trying to wipe off some of the blood on his face. he moaned in pain in response. looking up at the teacher, who was speaking into a walky talky, you offered to help. "i can bring him to the nurse's?"

"yes, please do." he nodded, the device beeping in his hand.

you spent the rest of the day by clifford's side, apologizing hastily on your best friend's behalf.

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"what the fuck was that, sam?" there was no word to describe how you felt in that moment. angry? no. not angry, it seemed too harsh a feeling, while, in contrast, confused seemed too light. both, maybe, for what he had done to clifford.

sam laid atop his blankets, one foot dangling off his bed and the other propped up into a bent position. he, to your knowledge, and to the knowledge and gossip of others, had been given a two-day suspension, effective immediately, and went home, busted lip, bruised cheek and all. you threw the frozen pack of peas you spent a good three minutes looking for—the best you could do—at his chest and stared incredulously at him, who, after a moment, took the bag and put it to his cheek.

"what, never seen a fight before?" he grumbled in annoyance, hauling himself up and dangling both feet off the bed. you pursed your lips, entering his room and stopping before him.

"not with you in it." which was completely true. you sharply lifted his chin up to face you, making him drop the peas into his lap. a scowl painted your lips in response to his injuries. "and here i was, thinking you were more mature in that field." the first aid kit plopped onto his bed and from it, you took some bandages, and rubbing alcohol.

"and here i was, thinking you always let me explain before you accused me of shit."

"accused?" you spit, "i'm pretty sure everyone saw that fight, sam. how is stating facts accusing?" you straightened and opened the bottle of rubbing alcohol, emptying some of the liquid onto a cotton pad.

"you don't even know why we fought," he said, closing his eyes and leaning back until his head hit the wall. you rolled your eyes.

"stop that." he didn't move. tutting, you climbed over him until you straddled his hips, giving you access to his face. you didn't bother warning him of any pain before you hastily cleansed the dried blood from his cracked lip and nose, and the only sign that he actually was in pain, was the slight furrow of his brow. he opened his eyes and watched your face as you worked. "you're right. i don't know why you did it, but i frankly, don't care. clifford did not deserve what you gave him. you should've just kept quiet."

his face twisted in anger, and he turned his head to the side to keep you from reach, slightly pushing you off of him. "right. kept quiet. as if you fucking know what he even said." you scowled. "i mean— why are you even taking his side?! i thought we both, mutually hated him!" sam, all of a sudden, looked like he could punch clifford into the ground all over again. "like— we used to talk shit about him together. switching up now is crazy."

you set the pad and liquid aside, and came to stand, keeping by the bed. "sure, i hate him, but not enough to wish that shit you put him through upon him! and for the record, this is completely normal of me, after what you did. the only one who's switching up here is you!"

"well i'm sorry i have real, human emotions." he glared daggers at your face.

"real, human emotions you should've kept to yourself!"

sam laughed as if unbelieving of your words, looking off to the side like some sort of audience would agree with him on this. "well what the hell was i supposed to do, y/n?! just sit there and listen to him talk shit about you without batting an eye?!"

"oh so that's why," you laughed bitterly. "how mature, sam. since when have you ever cared who talks shit about me, anyways! you certainly never cared before."

he sat up, shaking his head and pushing off the mattress, suddenly pacing. you turned toward him, watching him go.

"since when have i cared," he repeated to himself with a scoff, brows furrowed. "i've always cared, y/n!"

"never enough to beat the poor guy so—"

"stop it with that name. that poor guy deserved what he fucking got."

"no! he didn't, sam! how insensitive can you be?!" your arms extended at your sides, your face falling deeper into that of disbelief. "i mean— it's just shit-talking! why does that even fucking matter, especially coming from clifford—"

"oh, i don't know," he said sarcastically, pausing and whirling on you. "maybe because it was you he was shit-talking! i mean, what do you expect me to do in that situation? agree with him?! tell him i totally think my girlfriend is a bitchy slut too?!"

your heart stopped. the whole world stopped.

you immediately went quiet, eyes going wider than they were before, face freezing in confusion, surprise, a mix. sam seemed to sense the shift, his body relaxing from its tensed state slightly, though his cold eyes did not thaw one bit. "what."

you tried searching for words, but came up with none, questioning if you had just imagined the word that came out of his mouth, if it was just a trick of the following and previous syllables. "gir— girlfriend? i— what? since— since when did we start.. dating?" you stuttered out, breath labored and heart thudding. you felt every cell in your body thrum to life with feeling. sam looked dumbfounded.

"since we kissed," he deadpanned, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "you... didn't know?"

quiet. sam had kissed you drunkenly, on the way home from a party you had dragged him to just last week. as you both were heavily intoxicated, you thought it meant nothing. that it was a mistake. i mean, you barely even remembered what happened! now, though... "of course i didn't know..! just because you.." a swallow, "kiss... someone, doesn't mean you're dating, sam."

he closed his mouth, and you saw his adam's apple bob. "i— i thought you knew.." he near-whispered, his face doused in embarrassment and redness. you were aware of sam's lack of communication, but you never thought it was this bad.

"yea, that's.. obvious." you looked down awkwardly. "but— i didn't... i..." more quiet. you awkwardly met his eyes. "and that's why you..."

"i'm sorry," he said instead of answering your question. "i know i shouldn't have gotten angry— or.. i should've told you.. or asked you if you... wanted to.. date me. i just thought.."

a nervous and slightly relieved smile pulled at your lips, easing some of the tension in the room. "it's alright," you spoke, shifting awkwardly on your feet. "and i'm sorry too. for not letting you explain yourself. for jumping to conclusions. just— try not to get yourself suspended next time." the joke also eased that tension, eliciting a slight laugh from him.

"i'll try. i just.. couldn't..." you nodded so he didn't have to finish the sentence, eyes straying to the ground. there was still some distance between you. your legs itched to close it. maybe too soon. "if.. if i..." sam started. you looked up at him. "if i asked now, would you.. date me? still? is it.. too.."

"are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" you quipped delicately, finally drawing nearer. his body tensed the closer you got.

"only counts if you say yes." he shrugged, and you smiled, finally standing before him.

"then, yes. thanks for asking. this time." you had charlie clifford to thank for the rest of the night spent with sam, no matter how much you cursed him throughout it.

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kinda hate this but i needed to write something for sam so 😞😞

this fic was inspired by @agirlsguidetolove !!!

#katiapostsss #katiawrites #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe #anakin x you #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x reader #hayden #hayden christensen #hayden.txt #star wars anakin #star wars #life as a house #anakin x reader #anakin imagine #anakin skywalker masterlist #anakin smut #sw anakin #anakin fanfiction #anakin and padme #anakin skywalker

[missdaytonawrites]

want you back • a. anderson

summary - you agree to a lowkey, fuck-buddy type of arrangement with your ex after you split. until abby just can't seem to keep it exactly "lowkey" anymore.

WC - 2.4k

cw/tw - 18+ MDNI (as always.) explicit content/smut below the cut, cheating, talk of breakups, abby's a dick for just a little bit, talk of drinking, possible ellie slander?!?! light violence, mentions of injury/blood, some hurt/comfort kinda, heavy petting, teasing, ?? strap worship ?? vaginal fingering (r! receiving) use of "little girl" as nickname, talk of strap-ons/strap on usage, serious teasing, spit play, grotesque descriptions of abby's strap, little bit of rough/meanie abby, squirting, overstim, orgasm control, mating press oooo ✨, possesive abs, im sure there is way more wowie.

AN - hooooly cow. hi there, hello wow. first and foremost; this filth was 120% inspired by @shelbita111's request and is 130% for my babe!!! she sent such an amazing idea and i defintely ran with it lol, i hope you love this! sorry i got a lil' carried away!

"i'll take the fall and the fault in us. i'll give you all the love i never gave before i left you."

four months, roughly one-hundred and twenty-one fucking days. you had just finally started to feel clean, your system had been undoubtedly flushed of abigail fucking anderson. you had been sooo, so strong. your friends had implored you for stickin’ to your guns and letting her go.

..or so they thought.

all 121 days of those four months you had been unapologetically fucking abby behind everyones back, and it was good. good for you, abby could fuck and you happily accepted everything she gave you.

for abby? this was torture, pure torment being enflicted upon her at your disposal. in a way, she only had herself to blame. four months prior to whatever you could call your current arrangement, you had caught a very drunk abby with her hands (and mouth) all over some name-less broad at her birthday party. instead of causing a scene that night, you quietly left and sent abby a text making her aware of your new relationship status.

she let you be for a couple days or so, letting you be the one to decide if it was really over or not. when she hadn’t heard from you by then, guilt crept right up on her, took a couple swings… and won. so she took it upon herself to show up unannounced at your place with some vodka and blue gatorade. she was gonna end this problem the way she started it.

but when the door opened and you saw her.. you thought she was insane and gave her a 6 minute speech before you even let her over the threshold.

once she was in.. after a slightly pointless conversation and lots of apologies from her, you proposed to keep it on the down-low. you would agree to keep seeing her but no feelings attached, and on your own terms.

much to her dismay, abby agreed.

which meant when rare situations like this happened, she had to keep her lips fuckin’ sealed. it was not something she could describe as “easy.” in her eyes, you two never broke-up. you’re still hers, but she knows it isn't the truth.

so here she had to sit, fourth months of hooking-up and suppressed feeling later, while you danced all over some thin, auburn-haired girl. you both looked sweaty, and when the girls hands found your hips to shift you so you were facing her? abby almost lunged at the pair of you.

someone could bump into you two and your lips would meet, abby could feel the liquor she had been drinking start to swirl in her stomach. taking a large swallow and stepping forward, she didn't even notice her hands coming between you and the girl until she was the one facing you.

she eyed you and panted angrily, and if you didn't know your abby you maybe would have been scared. the girl you had been dancing with grabbed and tried to push abby away and you couldn't stop her before abby had pushed the girl to the ground.

abby raised her fist to throw a punch and she almost did.. but your hand reached to wrap around her bicep and she turned to face you, when your eyes met hers all she could do was scoop you up and out of the commotion. even if she had been at fault once again.

she hurried the two of you back to her place, and she swore she could feel the anger radiating off of you. when the two of you arrived, abby started pacing and trying to think of what she could say.. she didn't have long to think however before your lips were on hers.

abby kissed you back with fervor, she was scared it would be the last one. she couldn’t understand why you were kissing her. you pulled away from the kiss in attempts at talking with her but you noticed two long, bloody streaks on her arm. the brunette must have scratched her amidst the chaos.

you gasped and abby looked down, noticing the injury herself. “shit.” she said and turned away from you, almost walking away to handle it herself before you stop her. “abby. don’t play tough now and just let me help you..?” she turned back to you and followed you into the kitchen.

you made her sit at the dining room table while you fetched the first aid kit, returning with sympathy in your eyes.

as you clean her up, you offer her an explanation. “i shouldn’t have been so touchy with her ab, m’sorry you got hurt.” you finish dressing her wounds and she looks at you. it’s almost as if she's begging, “can we not do this anymore? please?”

you try to question her but you just simply can’t before she’s the one kissing you this time. tangling her hands in your hair and leaning into you. you can’t recall a time she’s ever kissed you like this, her hands fall from your hair to slide down into the back pockets of your denim skirt and she rolls her hips into yours. she’s impossibly close and she doesn’t make any effort to distance herself.

your hands go from loosely hanging around her neck to tapping, then banging on her chest as you try to get her off. she pulls away only to grumble out “i want you-” then you interject and stumble back slightly, hands never leaving her chest. “you have me, abs…” and then she’s moving closer, she finishes her thought and closes the distance between you two. “-back. i want you back.” then she's just as close as before and her lips are all over you again.

but it's so much more than a kiss this time, its teeth-clashing, lip biting, hands everywhere as she stumbles you both towards her bedroom. you feel as though this is getting far too good for you to interject anymore, so you just lazily follow abby until the back of your knees hit her mattress and you fall back onto it. abby immediately follows suit and climbs on top of you, rolling her hips into yours once again and this time you can feel that she's wearing her harness and strap. something she rarely does in public, it now becomes obvious that abby had some previous plans in mind for you before things took an unexpected turn. you gasp against her lips and your hands travel down to squeeze her through her sweats. she chuckles and removes your hands, then stands up and backs away from you.

abby snaps at you and her eyes gaze down at the floor and then back up into yours, she lets out a low growl. salivating as you drop to your knees in front of her, and then bury your face into her crotch. kissing her clothed strap. you look up at her and push some drool past your lips to fall to your tits, sticking your tongue out as it dribbles down.

abby sucks a sharp breath in and pulls her sweats and boxers down in one swift motion, letting her strap come out to bob up into your face. it’s crystal clear and painfully large, the same one she’s always used on you. roughly eight inches with a thick vein running the underside, the tip is prominent and bulbous. abby loved watching you pull off of her with a pop when she let you gag all over her.

your tongue instinctively swipes out to lick a long stripe up her cock but she doesn't let you get too far, because she’s pulling you up by your hair in no time. getting you to your feet, abby tugs at your tank top to snag and lift it off your body and she almost cums all over her harness right then and there at the sight of your tits. she pushes you back to the bed once again where you lay as she shimmies out of her bottoms and saunters over to you, eyeing you like prey.

she gets to you and tries, she really does give an honest try and nicely pulling your skirt down.. but to no avail, you’re far too squirmy and abby thinks out loud when she says “fuck it, i’m not being soft tonight.” before ripping your little skirt in two. you gasp at the sudden feeling of exposure and it's here when she can now see that you must’ve opted out of panties tonight. abby quite literally froths at the mouth when she sees your bare core, spread and ready for her.

“s’better than a goddamned playboy..” she sighs and her fingers find your little swollen clit with a quickness. your mouth falls open in a lost moan and abby does the same thing, at the same time. she’s got this false aura of sympathy about her, shes fucking mocking you. you’re far too gone by now to even care, you honestly expect it out of her.

her middle and ring finger move down from your clit and into a “V” shape, separating your lips and then she pushes the same two fingers inside your weepy little hole. going knuckle deep and then pulling them out halfway, twisting them ever so slightly to the right, and then doing it all over again. she continues on like this for a moment before she gives you two steady pumps in and out, then pushes knuckle deep in you once again. she holds her fingers there and her lips come to yours again, barely ghosting your mouth, abby says in a hushed whisper “tell me you’re mine.”

you look at her the best you can, and bite your lip. “i, i’m yours..” you whisper. that makes her give you a little peck, with her fingers still buried inside you, not having moved a single centimeter, she raises her voice a little, “say it again, louder.”

you squeak and try to ration with her. “abby, please, mo-” she kisses you again as if to shut you up and repeats herself. “i said louder, little girl.”

you gulp and at least think that you raise your pitch when you say “yours! im you-” but apparently you must not have because there she is again, almost yelling, cutting you off to say “louder.” once again. so you practically scream this time when you give her a whiny “yooours, im so yours abby.” panting once you finish, abby slowly curls her fingers and you can feel the tears about to roll over.

“louder.” you hear from somewhere in the room, and so you do, you fucking need this. 100% screaming this time, “fuck! yours! i am yours abs!! you and only you get to have me like this, hnnng, abby puh-lease!” abby pulls her fingers out and shoves them in your mouth to quiet your whines. laughing when you choke around her thick digits, you cough as she pulls them out and wipes them off on your cheek. like you’re her little towel.

abby then lets her fingers drop back down to circle your clit, kissing you hard again and trying her best to not have it turn into a makeout. so she pulls away just for a half of a second and looks down while she catches her breath, she almost forgot her harness had been patiently hanging from her hips. so while abby's fingers are still toying with your clit, she presses her nose into your neck, takes a deep inhale and says “need to fuck you, right now little girl.”

there it was again, the nickname abby had affectionately titled you with when you two had first met. “little girrrl..” you hear and you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel her begin to press into you, she quite literally impales you on her strap. giving you slow, deep strokes as she works herself all the way in. “snug little thing, huh?” she mutters as she bottoms out, but you can’t be bothered to react or respond. you are all-encompassed by the pleasure that was swallowing you whole.

you gulp because, holy shit, she’s just started to fuck you and you’re already teetering on that edge. this has never happened to you before, so you muster all the courage you have, and in hopes that she’ll maybe be nice.. you let a little “m’gonna cum already.” and of course she hears. however, whatever god you may have been praying to in that moment must’ve heard whatever prayer you said in your head because all abby does is bring your legs up and together, then pushes you into a mating press. groaning a low “oh, no you’re not…” out with her movements.

she keeps fucking you, harder actually, your ankles are up by your ears and she keeps you there. grinding her strap into you, chasing after her own release. you raise your hands to claw and squeeze at her hips, trying to stop her.

“no, really ab- huuuhhh..” you garble out while her pace never once falters, “abby fuck…” you hiss and this knot ties and unties in the lowest pits of your belly unlike ever before. its feels like your going to pee and your legs spasm like you’re seizing. “really, what?” she snarls, and then snickers at you, “what is it, little girl?” you wince and she spits down onto your face, letting the glob of saliva roll off your nose a little before bringing one of her hands to your face to rub her spit all around it. you’re sure it's quite the sight to behold.

there you lay, sweaty and now covered in abby’s spit. limbs weak and legs falling asleep under abby’s grip, you try only once more to warn her of what's to come before it’s just happening. “abby please, please abs.. i’m cum- gonna, i’m going to- hhaaaa…” then your orgasm is jumping out of you like a little fountain. completely soaking the lower half of abby’s top, a bit of your stomach and the sheets beneath you two. abby gasps as she watches it all happen, her gasp turns into a full blown laugh and as she fucks you even harder she says, “this pussy’s too fuckin’ good to me.”

shaking her head at you, you ride out your high as best as you can before you begin to fade out of consciousness, you look up at abby with hearts in your vision and manage to get a “so pretty abby..” said before you're completely out.

when you come to, abby’s lying next to you while she catches her breath. harness still wrapped around her hips, she looks over at you and winks. “remember what you said about being mine, little girl. you don’t just let me fuck you like that and expect me to keep it casual anymore, do ya’?”

hope everyone likes this!! still working on that surprise i've been droppin' hints about, maybe i'll start talking about it more, idk. all i know is i'm going to a paramore concert this sat. and i've been working on this for DAYSSS and i couldn't sleep tonight if i didn't get this the fuck done!!!! so! yaaay! snaps for novaaa!

#missdaytonasbrain #sapphic #abby anderson #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fic #abby anderson smut #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby x reader #ellie williams smut #abby x you #abby anderson fluff #abby the last of us #tlou2 #tlou fandom #tlou fanfiction #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson fic #tlou smut #the last of us smut #abby anderson filth #abby smut #abby tlou smut #ellie and abby #lit-rally??? #getting heavy eye-lids as i type this #feelin' supes sleepy. #im like: 😴 #goodnight

[loupy-mongoose]

This part is long, so I'm banishing it to the Read More zone. XD

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Crap...

Akoya roused at the sound of the word. Slowly the events of the previous day replayed in her mind.

It was real...

The blue Mew stretched beside Randy with a sigh. Telepathically she chided him. Careful, Love. Lav was in here when I went to sleep.

She saw his hands lower from his face as he turned his head, looking around. He groaned and sat up. She rolled onto her stomach, noticing the pile of blankets and pillows in the corner. It seemed too flat to be containing the little Mewtwo. Her psychic senses confirmed it.

They were alone.

Randy sat on the edge of the bed for a while. Akoya could sense waves shimmering from him as his mind woke up.

Finally he leaned on an arm, rubbing his face with a drawn out sigh.

His voice was exhausted.

I don't know what I'm going to do, Akoya.

Akoya floated up and leaned her arms on his shoulder.

He knew Mo. I owe it to him to tell him that M... That Mo is... ...gone... Right?

Do you want me to tell him?

He sighed again. ...No... No, I... I think I should... I'll... I'll get there...

Akoya nuzzled his cheek. She wished she could take this from him. So, so badly.

I never expected we'd meet someone who knew Mo... Let alone a human...

I know...

They sat quietly, neither feeling like talking really. Finally, Randy sighed once more and found his cane at the foot of the bed. He grabbed it and stood up.

Well... Guess I better find him and... see if I can start... something...

Akoya, now gripping his shoulder as to not fall, gave him a comforting lick. I'm with you, Love.

He paused for a moment, before lifting his hand and stroking her face gently. She responded with a purr, which brought a smile to her friend's face.

Together they left the room.

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It wasn't long before Randy could hear chatter between Lav and this stranger they'd met yesterday. He sighed again, sure it was far from the last time.

He felt as if his sleep had done him no good. As if he'd fallen out of a nightmare, only to wake back into it.

He followed the voices into the kitchen. There he found Fuji and Lavender preparing something to bake. Cookies, by the look of it. They were obviously having fun together, and he couldn't help smiling a bit at his daughter's joy.

Soon the little Mewtwo turned to him. Randy noticed he could feel her energy waver a bit, but she still had a gleam in her eyes.

Fuji, too, looked at him. Ah, good morning, Akoya, Randall!

Randy partially lifted a hand in a tired greeting. Morning...

The blue Mew hovered off of his shoulder. Good morning!

Fuji's eyes met Randy's, and he felt his blood chill again, remembering what he had to explain. Blinking, he looked away. R-Randy's fine, by the way...

The older man must have noticed his discomfort. He cleared his throat. Well then, Randy, Akoya. Can I make you something to eat? Lav here tells me you don't like cookies, but those aren't the only option! I could whip us up some omelets. I have some Chansey eggs that I can use!

Lav gasped. Chansey egg omelets?? Oooo, I wanna try that!

Randy looked at her, glad to see her that happy finally. You sure? You don't normally like omelets.

I like Chansey eggs~

Randy felt an unexpected wave of emotion sweep through him. The happy squeak in her voice, along with her little smile and the sparks of pure joy in her eyes... He had to fight back tears.

Was it fair to long for those days...?

Alright! You all get comfy. I'll get those ready in a jiffy!

Are you sure you don't mind us being in our Mew fo-- She glanced at Lav. Uh... and Mewtwo... forms, Mr. Fuji?

Fuji smiled at her. Not at all, my dear! Take whatever form you're most comfortable in! I'll clean the table later, if you need to walk on it for whatever reason.

The Lindens and Fuji sat at his table. Randy poked at the omelet in front of him, eyeing the nearby saltshaker.

MmmmmmMMMMM!! This is so GOOD!!

The little Mewtwo shoveled her food into her mouth. Randy chuckled a little at her. Despite the good memories associated, he wasn't much a fan of the flavor of Chansey eggs. Still, nothing a little salt couldn't fix.

Akoya gave him a look as he sprinkled copious amounts of the seasoning on his food. Have a little egg with your salt, Love...

He handed the shaker to her, ignoring her snide remark. You might want some. They're a little sweet.

Akoya thought for a moment, before taking it.

After a short while of them eating, Fuji cleared his throat again. He interlaced his fingers together and placed his hands on the table, a serious expression on his face.

I'm sure you're aware I have questions... And I'm guessing you do too.

Randy locked eyes with the man, suddenly feeling lost for words. Once more, he sighed. A nod of the head was the only response he could muster.

Akoya stepped toward their host on the tabletop. You'll have to forgive our hesitancy, Mr. Fuji. Our answers aren't fun ones. Especially for him. She nodded toward her husband.

Randy smiled to the blue Mew, his heart warmed by her support. He took a deep breath, let it out, and met Fuji's eyes steadily.

Mo...

Mo is gone...

Fuji was still for a moment, before nodding with a sigh of his own. ...Okay... I'm sorry to hear it... If I may ask... If you know... How... How did it happen?

Randy felt a chill go down his back. This was it.

Well... He... He gave up his memories...

Fuji's eyebrows rose before lowering questioningly. His memories?

Randy stood from his chair, feeling the strange heat of Transform envelope his body. In a flash, he was a Mew, floating over the table.

This... This is Mo's body... He took Randy's memories... my memories... To let me live. At least... I think that's what happened... I don't very well remember that moment...

They both went quiet, Mr. Fuji's eyes swimming with this new information.

What was it he saved you from?

...He and I went to destroy some computers... And they exploded... He shuddered, and Akoya floated over to touch his shoulder reassuringly. I... I remember being pinned down... and fire... ... And talking with Mo... I don't remember what was said... But the next thing I remember was waking up in a whole other region.

I spent the next four years believing that, somehow, I had... that Randy had escaped the fire... But he hadn't...

...Not his body, at least...

Fuji sat staring at his clasped hands, his eyes unreadable, before speaking. He voice was soft and full of sympathy. Four years... And obviously you figured out what happened... That must have been a shock.

The three feline Pokemon exchanged glances, reliving the torturous discovery in their minds.

Yeah... Randy nodded, feeling his energy reaching its limit. Yeah... A shock that refuses to dissipate...

The group went silent. Randy let himself come to a rest on the table, the comforting touch of his wife beside him never leaving his side. He struggled to keep his mind blank, afraid that any train of thought could lead him down the wrong path.

Finally, Mr. Fuji let out a sigh and straightened in his seat. His eyes met Randy's exhausted ones. It's clearly taken a toll on you, and I can't say I blame you for that. To be the mind of one being in the body of another... I can't imagine how that must feel... He smiled sadly. If I may... you seem to have done well with his gift.

Randy paused a moment before turning to Akoya, meeting her warm sapphire eyes, and catching Lav's amethyst ones as well.

Done well with his gift...?

He couldn't deny that was at least partially true.

The twins flashed briefly through his mind, warming his heart. He could tell by the smile in her eyes that Akoya was thinking the same.

Yeah...

There was a lot to love in his life...

If only he could feel like he deserved it...

So, it's... Fuji leaned his head on his interlaced fingers. It's safe to say then, that by all means... Mo has passed away.

Randy's mind flooded with a torrent of thoughts from the last five years. Thoughts of the wars waged against his doubt. Times he beat himself up for his stupid actions back then that led to this mess he was in. The battles lost where he ended his day feeling as if he didn't deserve to be alive.

Even now, he wondered... How much was he truly Randall...?

Frozen by the force of the thoughts, he didn't answer.

And as she had so many times, Akoya answered for him.

Yes...

The word was an unexpected stab to his heart.

Mo has passed.

Randy's tried to find his memories, but... He never could.

And he feels like Randy, energy speaking.

Mo isn't there anymore.

Randy looked down, suddenly unable to meet the gentle man's eyes. His head was hurting, and the sweet smell of the baking cookies didn't help.

He hovered off of the table and returned to his human form, startled to feel his legs jolt in protest when he steadied on the floor. He leaned on his cane, his head whirling and pounding.

M-May I go for a walk? I need some fresh air... I need to try to... to sort my thoughts...

Fuji nodded. Of course! I understand... It sound's like a very rough situation to figure out. I don't blame you at all for needing time. If you can wait a moment, I can get you some tea for your walk.

For a second, Randy considered skipping it. But some tea sounded lovely right now... Okay... I'm going to step out to wait, though... These cookies are getting to me.

Akoya floated toward him, coming close to his face. Do you want me to come with you?

Randy shook his head. No... I want to be alone... He gave her a small but genuine smile. I'll be alright. You keep Lav company, okay? He took her tiny hand in his fingers and gave it a gentle kiss.

In return she butted her head against his, purring. Okay. She licked his forehead. I love you, Randy.

I love you too, Akoya.

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ARC START | CHRONO

#Linden Roots #writing #BLH #By Lavender's Hand #full

[akwolfgrl]

LFT PART 43

They all sat on the drying deck after escaping Loguetown, except Sanji who got up to make snacks/lunch for everyone. Sanji's cat crawled into his lap making itself comfy kneading at his leg. He felt eyes on him. He looked up to see Usopp's confusion, Luffy was just staring at the cat maybe with hunger? And Nami was cooing at the cat.

“Ummm when did we get a cat?” Usopp asked.

“Zoro got it for Sanji as a courting gift, while an odd gift. I suppose though it would be useful, they are considered to be good luck,” Nami explained. “Luffy he's not to be eaten, Sanji would be very hurt if you ate his pet,” she wanted their captain.

She had a point unfortunately, he was looking at the little black cat as if he would make a nice snack. Zoro stroked the cat's back, it arched under his hand purring.

“Fine, can I touch him?” Luffy asked, reaching out a long arm.

“Sure, if he lets you,” The cat would just do whatever it felt like doing, sometimes they were friendly and other times they were selective about who they would allow to touch them.

The cat reached out with one paw to bat at Luffy's hand. Luffy wiggled his fingers causing him to go after the rubber digits with both paws standing on his back legs as he attacked their captain.

“Awwwwww he's so cute!” Nami cooed.

“Look at him go! So ferocious you get those fingers kitty cat!” Usopp cheered the cat on.

Luffy laughed and continued to wiggle his fingers as the cat made little growls as it batted away until he took a worng step and tumbled out of Zoro's lap. He got up with his back arched, fur standing straight up. He lets out a soft chuckle as the cat begins to hop sideways towards Luffy.

“Jungle cat vs rubber, who will win!?” Usopp began to narrate as the scene began to unfold.

The cat countired to attack luffys hand as luffys hand incited the cat into action. The cat warped its paws around Luffys wirst and kicked its back paws agaist his arm and bit at luffys fingers not drawing blood. Both luffy and sanjis cat were having a great time.

“Lunch time! I made sushi and cocktails! Also Luffy like I promised for not eating Mt fish you made you seared tuna steaks eatch one a different seasoning,” Love cook came over Laden with trays. He eve had one a top his head. “Luffy the top is yours,”

“Yosh!” Luffy stopped playing with the cat a reached for the plate on Sanji's head. He imditly shoved a steak in his mouth. “Oooo it's kinda sour and lemony! I like it!”

“Hey shit-cook, I think you burned one,” Zoro pointed to the next one Luffy was swolling whole.

“I most certainly did not, it's call blackened it's a type of seasoning,” He responded handing Nami an orange looking cocktail with a sparkly looking peel. “For you my dear it's a screwdrive granshised with a candy minka peel,”

“Ooo,” Nami took a sip. “Mmm delish thank you sanji,”

“You welcome Nani swan,” Zoro watched as he passed out the other cocktails. “Usopp this is a Pina colda, luffy a blue lagoon. And for the moss a sake bomb,” Sanji handed him a glass of beer with chopsticks and a sho glass of sake on top. Zoro pulled the chopsticks away and the sake shot feel into the beer. “Eat up!” Sanji placed the large platter of sushi on the ground int he middle of everyone takeikg a small plate of just raw fish. “Mr. Noodles here kitty,” Zoro snorted into his drink luckily not spilling a thing. The cat now dubed Mr. Noddles imidlty ran to sanji and the fish.

“Mr. Noddles?” Nami questioned while Luffy laughed his ass off. “What kinda name is that?”

“What's wrong with the name? I think it's cute, and its to late to change it I've made up my mind,”

“But why food?”

“I'm more worried about if the cat, Mr. Noddles is even gonna be safe!” Usopp worried.

“why wouldn't it be?” Zoro asked. “the lady said it was a good gift for a ships cook,”

“Zeff had one, her name was Clementine. She even went to the grand line with them; she only recently died of old age. She was almost thirteen years old, she lasted longer than Zeffs crew who all drowned in a strom,”

“Yah Usopp the cat will be fine,” Zoro used his chopsticks to take some sushi before Luffy ate it all.

“Mr. Noodles is our new member!! We need to have a party!” Luffy declared before shoveling sushi in his mouth.

#one piece #fanfic #roronoa zoro #sanji #zoro #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #lust filled thoughts #cat burglar nami #nami #god usopp #usopp #monkey d luffy #luffy #mr. noodles #sushi #zosan #sanzo

[maochira]

wc!kunigami carrying reader bridal style after they accidentally get a ball smacked to the face and gets a nosebleed 🤭🤭🤭🤭

OOOO making this part of the NEL assistant series!!

Requests open! - NEL assistant masterlist

Tags: gn!reader x Kunigami, established relationship, reader and Kunigami started dating before Blue Lock, injury (ball hits reader's face + nosebleed), somewhat of a follow-up to this drabble???

-Kunigami is still cold towards everyone, and even a bit towards you. But you know who he truly is and he's shown he still loves you, so you don't mind it too much if he's cold towards you

-BUT he's still as overprotective over you as he's always been and it's very noticeable. He defends you if anyone even dares to say a negative thing about you and he rarely leaves your side if he gets the chance to get close to you

-and now, you're just on the side of the field, watching the team at practice and waiting to be called for help. It's a complete accident, but the ball hits your face

-you're very startled by it, so at first you think you're fine and it takes a bit until you notice the blood dripping out of your nose

-in the meantime, Kunigami started yelling at whoever last kicked the ball and is about to beat him up. The rest of the team is trying to prevent him from doing it

-as soon as Kunigami sees the blood on your face, he stops trying to beat his teammate up and runs to you. He picks you up bridal style like he always used to before he went to Blue Lock. This is the first time he's done it since back then

-he takes you to the next bathroom and helps to get the nosebleed to stop. Kunigami treating you like this actually makes you very emotional and you start crying because you miss your boyfriend like he used to be before the wild card so much

-Kunigami doesn't really know how to react, he changed so much and as much as he loves you, it's hard for him to say those words again. But the way he treats you lets you know the feelings he still has for you

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #rensuke kunigami #kunigami rensuke #kunigami x reader #kunigami x you #rensuke kunigami x reader #rensuke kunigami x you

[broke-art]

SPOILERS WARNING THIS HAS SOME PRETTY HEAVY SEASON FOUR SPOILERS.

M.k practically dragged you towards flower fruit mountain causing you to stumble a bit.

"So you're saying you unlocked a cursed scroll and were attacked by DBK, Iron fan, Spider Queen, Nezha, and some other demons you've never seen before?" Tang asked.

"No," M.k released your wrist allowing you to rub away the slight sore spot he'd left from tugging you along so unexpectedly. "I'm saying we were attacked by INK VERSIONS of DBK, Iron fan, Spider Queen, and all those other ones you just said." He clarified simply as though that was obvious somehow.

You glanced around seeing nothing amiss other than the massive troves of items Monkey king had 'borrowed' in his very extensive lifetime whilst your friends spoke among themselves.

"Well it looks like what ever it was is gone now." You pointed out as kindly as you could without sounding accusing.

M.k dashed about throwing gusts of wind in your face likely without thinking.

"Hey you're right! Whew. No ink demons!" He cheered.

"Hey, I think I found the scroll!" Sandy announced lifting a band of blackened wood pieces rolled together.

"Sandy wait!" M.k yelled as the scroll unfurled.

Instantly black ink spilled from the scroll and thunder clapped.

Sandy released the scroll and the black in absorbed it into it's depths as it grew. Figures began to emerge from the pitch inky depths their eyes shimmering an otherworldly blue that sent a chill through your blood.

"Aight, Tangy!" Mei cheered grabbing Tang and tossing him forward. "You're up!"

Tang stood up and yelled to the mass with what you could only call an empty ultimatum before versions of the gang's ancestors began to appear from the black muck. And just then they attacked.

You released a small scream as the black goo charged at you. The only reaction you had time for was to shoot your arms up Infront of your face when a Jade barrier appeared between you and the goo.

With a small gasp you stumbled backwards flinching as the black liquid slammed against the barrier which never so much as cracked under the barrage.

Suddenly you felt M.k grab your shoulders and yank you backwards just as glowing blue and yellow streaks shot past you creating a barrier of their own.

Just then a large lionesque man stepped past you, M.k, and Mei. He twirled his sword making Mei's eyes go wide.

"Oooo I want that!" She fangirled to herself.

Just then two more figures emerged from the ink a birdlike figure and and elephant one. They shouted simultaneously words you couldn't decipher. But your gaze flicked back to the Lion.

He released a small sigh.

"Forgive me, brothers." He uttered quietly before brandishing his sword. Each swing shot light strands that beat the ink backwards before banishing it altogether. Then he shot out an arm his hand glowing blue.

The scroll took on an aura of the same hue, floated into the air, and a rune appeared above it which seemed to suck the remaining ink back in, then sealed the scroll.

You blinked as the scroll fell into the lion's grasp. His gaze remained on it musingly before both M.k and Mei launched at him slamming into his back.

He slammed into the ground but picked himself up taking his sword in hand.

"Hand over the scroll children."

"No You hand over the scroll!" M.k demanded before Mei corrected him with a whisper in his ear.

"We have the scroll! Now free our friends and we don't have to get physical." He declared correctively.

"You expect me to believe you are not responsible for stealing the scroll despite it being in your possession?"

You listened to your friends go back and forth and basically just watched the lion introduce himself and explain the situation.

Still didn't explain fully but you guessed it was the best you were going to get.

The Azure lion and M.k spoke back and forth eventually coming to the agreement that he and Mei would enter the scroll and retrieve your friends.

"Woah wait?! Are you insane?!" You demanded stepping between them. "We don't even know this guy! He could be using you!"

Azure lion blinked as if taken aback by your comment.

"If we are going to do this, we need to trust each other." He spoke with a gentle reassurance that some how only irked you more.

"Y/n," M.k addressed you stealing your attention. "What other choice do we have?"

You stared at him for a moment. This was insane. You couldn't just trust this lion...man...thing! But then... M.k was right. You had no other choice. And who knew what the scroll would do to your friends the longer they were in there. You breathed out a sigh.

"Fine! But I'm staying here and watching him. Just to make sure he doesn't try anything."

M.k grinned and hugged you.

"Thanks Y/n."

"Alright." The lion smiled at you kindly. "If you wish to stay then I'll need you to stand behind me." He gestured to a spot behind him.

You eyed him warily but walked over. You knelt behind him and if you weren't mistaken saw him smirk before wishing M.k and Mei good luck then releasing the ink which promptly sucked them both into the scroll.

A sick feeling mounted in your chest as he resealed the scroll.

"Now, then all there's left to do is wait." He announced with a tone that seemed resigned. Then he looked over his shoulder at you.

"Y/n, was it?"

Your gaze flicked back to the scroll.

"Is..there a way to check on them?"

The lion smiled then chuckled.

"As a matter of fact, yes. Give me a moment." His eyes flashed with golden light and then he fell very still.

In the moments you guessed he was astral projecting. As his form was similar to his so called 'brother' monkey king.

This chance you took standing and stepping around him so you could observe him more easily.

He had definitive muscle. No one could deny that. He wore a cape and something you could possibly identify as a 'half shirt'.

You frowned.

Something about him seemed.... Insincere. Perhaps not his kindness but something. Something was hidden here. And you were going to find out what.

Just then his golden eyes flicked open causing you to flinch slightly.

He smiled almost amusedly.

"Admiring from a distance are we?"

You felt your cheeks heat but pressed away the reaction, deciding to fold your arms and frown instead.

"No."

His smile remained firmly intact.

"I don't blame you for not trust me. Infact, I count you as wise for such. But still, I have a role to play in aiding you."

"Forgive me if I find it suspicious that you just happened to show up right on time." You shot back suspiciously.

Now his smile fell into a sad frown.

"But I didn't. Your friends were pulled into the scroll regardless of my efforts. Surely, if my arrival was 'right on time' as you say, wouldn't they have been saved?" The information he offered almost humbly.

You sighed. He had a point, a good one at that.

"Perhaps if you gave me a chance to prove myself trustworthy," He smiled hopefully. "Then you could lay your suspicions aside."

You studied him carefully. Nothing about him confirmed your suspicions and something about this was indeed sincere. But what was true and what was false. Nothing in his appearance gave you any clue if anything looking at his muscles was beginning to distract you so you tore your gaze away.

"Alright."

From the corner of your eye you could see him perk up some.

"When my friends are safe, then I'll trust you."

Just then Azure wilted some. It was slight, near inpercieveable, but there. The next instant he was grinning widely.

"Very well then. But...until then-"

You glanced back at him fully.

"Why don't we get to know each other a bit better?" He offered kindly.

Your gaze flicked to the scroll. You didn't really want to sit here in silence until they returned.

"Ok." You agreed sitting across from him.

"Well I'm sure you've heard of me." He grinned proudly.

You allowed your silence to rectify that assumption coupling it with a blank look.

"Ah...I suppose not, but in any case I have introduced myself to some degree. I do believe it's your turn."

You gave a small start.

"Oh...well alright. My name is Y/n L/n technically I'm the grand daughter of the Jade emperor."

Now it was his turn to give a small start his eyes widening quite a bit.

"Oh don't look at me like that." You sighed. "I'm nothing special my mother married a mortal so she was basically cast out of heaven."

Azure hummed.

"I was wondering what power you might possess that would allow you to block the scroll as you did." He held his chin contemplatively. "Are you and your grandfather close?" He rose a brow.

"Not intimately. But I know of him and obviously vice versa." You responded with a shrug.

"How very interesting." Azure mumbled more to himself than you.

"And you?" You urged him to start explaining which seemed to break him from his reverie.

"Ah yes! Well I have many a story to tell, I'm afraid."

You shrugged.

"Not like we've got something else to do."

He grinned then began his story.

As the hours passed you began to be more intrigued by his many stories and admittedly, you were beginning to enjoy his presence.

"Wow, so you defied orders just so that family wouldn't be hurt?" You asked perking up a bit.

"Well of course." Azure replied. "I couldn't very simply let them drown." The sincerity of the statement struck you.

He wasn't lying. Not even a little.

Some part of your heart skipped a beat.

"That's...very kind of you." You smiled.

Azure gave a small start then grew a slightly mischievous smile.

"You think so?"

The low notes of his voice caused your heart to stammer and a flood of heat to rush to your cheeks.

"I-I- you- but- ugh! Of course I think so because it is!" You protested with a huffed.

Azure laughed openly then.

You flinched slightly at the abrupt outburst but relaxed soon after. His laughter was pleasant to listen to.

"Forgive me, y/n." He excused once his laughter died out. "Teasing you is simply an amusement that never becomes tiresome."

Wait never? Seemed a bit early to assume teasing you didn't ever get boring. But you shrugged never the less.

"I can take it. Don't worry."

He grinned.

"Of that I am certain."

Nightfall came and you began to worry. Shouldn't M.k and Mei have finished by now? You weren't sure how friend swiping scrolls worked but you hadn't thought it would take this long.

"Have faith, y/n." Azure spoke suddenly breaking you from your thoughts. "Your friends can do this. They can do it together." He gave you a smile that eased your anxiety some.

"You're right." You nodded. "I can trust them."

Then you continued to wait. Hours slipped by. You and Azure spoke fairly often but as the hour grew later you started to get too drowsy to stay awake.

At some point you must have drifted off to sleep because you awoke a bit later to a soft fabric being drapped over your form.

You opened your eyes slightly only to see Azure stepping away no longer wearing his cloak. A thick warmth enveloped you just then and you slipped off into unconsciousness.

#lego monkie kid #lego red son #lmk #jttw #jttw sun wukong #jttw wukong #lego monkie king #lego #lego nezha #redson #lmk au #lmk ao lie #lmk azure lion #lmk monkie kid #lmk monkey king #lmk mei #lmk macaque #lmk mk #lmk xiaotian x reader #lmk x y/n #lmk xiaotian #lmk x reader

[oakwave]

My hero -

Smut-Van palmer x reader

Warnings: football injury, mentions of blood, smut

Description: Van being all sweet n shit when reader is injured

Words: 1350

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"EVERYONE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE PITCH" Jackie's voice bellows through the locker rooms after giving her 'we will win this' 'work as a team' speech. Everyone begins heading out of the dingy room, me and van lagging behind a bit as she pecks me on the cheek and I tell her to be safe. I always get worried when we have a game, mostly for vans safety, I mean getting balls pelted at you is no fun (in any context) and she could get seriously injured if she's not careful, not that I question her ability I know how good she is but if someone else isn't playing by the rules her skill doesn't effect her being injured. By this point van taps me on the arm, pulling me out of my thoughts "I'll be ok, I'm an amazing goalie remember" she reassures me, a smirk plastered on her lips. "Yeah I know, good luck van" I speak and she wishes me the same as we head into position.

I wait for the whistle, eyeing up our opponents. Some of these girls look fierce, still I'm sure we can win. At that moment the whistle blows, throwing me into action. Me and tai run forward blocking girls from the other team as Shauna takes the ball into possession. I run forward as Shauna passes to Jackie who passes to me, sprinting towards the goal and getting ready to pass to tai who's on my left, away from the other team, suddenly I feel myself flying forward, the ground getting closer and closer until a pain shoots through my nose and I momentarily lose the ability to breath. I roll over, my eyes meeting the soft blue of the sky, hearing a commotion around me as Lottie comes to kneel beside me "hey, hey are you okay?" She says gently, "obviously fucking not, look at her nose" Nat speaks. It's at this moment I notice the metallic taste inhibiting my senses, my hand brushes my nose creating a shock of pain and painting my hand red.  "Oh hey no no don't do that!" Van speaks frantically, taking my hand,  when did she get here ? It doesn't matter I'm happy she's here. I hear tai and Jackie arguing with who I assume tripped me over and coach telling Van to take my to the nurses office and our other goalie to take over for her. Van and Shauna help me up, everyone else seems to be hovering around me, do they expect me to fall AGAIN?

Van takes my arm around her shoulders and I feel her hand on my waist. "Hey baby" I say with a smile, "hi babe, you feeling ok?" She asks worriedly. "Yeah I'm fucking greeaaaaatt" I answer feeling a little dizzy and a throbbing in my head. "you're probably concussed so I'll let you have that one" she smirks at me and I grin back, the blood still dripping from my nose.

We make it to the nurses office and van stays with my while I get cleaned up and sent home, with an ice pack to hold against my face, at which point Van insists on walking me as she can't drive and she doesn't think it's safe I do, with no one else to pick me up with my parents being on a business trip I agree to her demands.

Eventually we make it back to my house, no one's home as expected and Van helps me take of my shoes and checks my nose again. "The swellings not to bad but there's a bit more dried blood, c'mon I'll clean it off for you" van says, staring at my face, before taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. "Oooo dried blood, bet I look the sexiest right now" I say sarcastically, feeling a little self conscious of how I look , I mean we've seen each other sweaty and gross from practice before but I think I probably look at least a little fucked up . We reach the sink and she starts to speak while wetting a paper towel and cleaning my face, one hand cupping my jaw and the other delicately wiping away any blood, " your the most beautiful girl I've ever seen y/n" she whispers while looking at me, I stare back at her blushing " I love you van" I whisper back, she finishes with the paper towel binning it under the sink, hand staying cupping my jaw as I reach for her face, the gap between us narrowing,  her other hand finding it's way to my waist as our lips connect, pulling me in close. I push her towards the kitchen counter until her back meets it but she quickly reacts, flipping us so I'm pinned against it instead. She swipes her tongue against my lips but I refuse her entry, causing her to squeeze my hip evoking a moan from me, granting her access. I separate from her momentarily, my breath shallow "upstairs?" I say more of an order then a question and she grins nodding, pecking my lips before I take her hand and lead her to my room. Once we get there I push her on the bed and she pulls me into her lap, my hands still tangled in her hair as our lips reconnect. I feel myself getting more turned on by the second as she guides my waist back and forth over her thigh, causing me to grind myself down on her. I pull her shirt off, revealing her sports bra, before removing my own, exposing my lace bra, which she (not so subtly) stares at. "Like what you see palmer?"  I question cheekily. "I'd prefer it off to be honest" she states before reigniting our kiss, hands reaching behind my back to remove the fabric. She kneads the soft skin on my chest, sending flutters straight to my core, resulting in a moan. Her hands then go lower to the waistband of my shorts, pulling them and my panties off at the same time. She flips me over so I'm laying down on the bed, taking her remaining clothes off too, making us fair. She kisses my lips, then my jaw and neck and chest all the way down to my thighs, sucking dark purple bruises on the skin there, making me squirm. I watch as she makes her way to my heat, kissing and sucking my clit, evoking a guttural moan from me. "Fuck van" "your doing so good baby" she replies coaching me through the pleasure, my hands snake their way down to her fiery hair once more. She continues her actions until my back starts to lift from the mattress, static flowing through my veins as the coil inside me snaps, Van continuing her motions until I'm finished. "Jesus Christ your amazing" I say as I pull her back up to eye level with me, planting my lips on hers, only this time I hit my nose on her cheek causing pain to radiate through my face. "Oooo hey you ok?" she asks, a familiar look of worry inhabiting her features. "Yeah no I'm ok, what a way to ruin the moment tho. I wanted to return the favour" I say sadly, wanting to bring her as much pleasure as she brought me. "Hey no it's fine honestly your injured it's my turn to take care of you, ok?" "Yeah sure, you're doing a really good job at that by the way, thank you" "yeah I know duh did you hear yourself back there all that 'fuck van!'" She says imitating my moans from earlier. "Heyyyy stop no fair" I say smiling at her, she smiles back pecking me on the lips and starting to get up. I frown at her asking where she's going and she reaches out a hand pulling me up, "c'mon we need a shower" she states pulling me up and towards the bathroom where we shower, before eating dinner and cuddling for the rest of the night.

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Hey babes, how did everyone find that? I've been reluctant to write smut as it's been a while and I don't know how good I am at it anymore. Also I didn't really want to add much attentions to vans boobs on account of liv hewson (the actor who plays Van) being non binary it felt kinda icky to draw a whole bunch of attention to that part of the character.

Planning a part two to the tensions rising oneshot 🫶🏻

Let me know how you all found it :)

#teen van #van palmer smut #van palmer x reader #van palmer #lesbian #1996 #yellowjackets #shauna shipman #lottie matthews #nat scatorccio #liv hewson #livhewsonxreader #wlw ns/fw

[amethystfairy1]

hello!

i finally got my friend into ttsbc! we've been having so much fun, me reading along with her on my phone to laugh at the silly moments and cry at the angst together (and also curse the stupidity of pre-relationship scar xD, WHY DID HE HAVE TO TELL GRIAN HIS FEATHERS ARE SHOWING?!)

anyway,

i have two questions!

1. what would actually happen if a hybrid got caught living in the overcity? would they just get sent back down and have to start life all over again? would they get arrested? or... dealt with by other means?

2. as far as i'm aware, we have only learnt of grian's, jimmy's, pearl's and joel's glamor colors. what are the others'?

Aw I'm so glad you've been reading my fics together and enjoying them that makes me so happy! 💖

Ah yes, stupid little pre-relationship Scar, what a time! 😆

Questions! 🏃‍♀️

Depends on how they got caught, where they got caught, and what type of hybrid/mutant they are. No one has ever been caught within the public eye, because the vast majority of over-city folk are under the impression that travel between bedrock is impossible.

Oooo Glamor colors! So Etho is silver, Doc is dark green, False is pale red, Impulse is darker red, more like scarlet, Mumbo is also scarlet/blood red, Bdubs changes between silver and dark green depending on the time of day because he's a glare mutant, Tango is orange (he hasn't got a lot, but he does have some!) Lizzie is pink and Pix is electric blue! If there's anyone else in specific you wanted to know that I missed let me know!

#fanfic #hermitcraft #worldbuilding #through the sky blue cracks

[railroad-migraine]

Oooo could you also do a M9 version of the post-intense battle kiss?

Yes. Yes I can. Prepare yourselves for many, many kisses.

I've now written this scenario three times - it's been so much fun, thank you guys for the support <3 Ughh it gives me such a gooey feeling, this 💕 This is also my longest set of headcanons (8 characters involved) and was a labour of love. I hope you enjoy and please do reblog, it's much appreciated xx

~ Poet

Bell's Hells version ✨ Crown Keepers version

After-Battle Surprise Smooch ft. Kingsley and Essek

Beau 💜

She's panting as if the ambush the party just experienced was nothing more than a heavy workout, and she's attempting to brush away the stray flyaways of hair that cling to her forehead. There's a slight flush to Beau's cheeks, her heartbeat is racing - and yours is too. You swallow heavily and step into her space, and tug on her robes to gain her attention. She offers a scratchy "Yeah?" before you take a leap of faith and make a move.

The moment your mouth connects with hers, she turns as stiff as a board for a hot second. All lean muscle and calloused edges, the softness of your gesture has her tensing up while her brain buffers in a post-fight haze. You sigh through your nose, hand cupping her cheek as you lean back and grin and she blinks at you owlishly before returning it easily.

She ducks forward, her hands skirting the edges of your coat back to tuck her fingertips under the hem of your shirt, attempting to steal some of your warmth for herself. It's grounding. She kisses your temple, breathes against your cheek as her eyes slide shut. She allows herself a laugh when you suggest she pay more attention to your lips.

-

Caleb 💜

The wizard is propped up against a pillar of the temple the Nein had come across, and in the distance he can still hear (and smell) the sizzling remains of the evil cult members he had to take down with a fire spell minutes prior. He sniffs and wipes the dribble of blood from his nose with the back of his palm as you settle down on the ground at his side. It's gotten easier, facing the aftermath of fights ever since you came into his life. Your joints ache and your heart still is thumping in your chest, body still on high alert even though it's all over. He looks at you, concern in his blue eyes, and Caleb must also share the anticipation, meeting you in the middle for a kiss.

You pinch his chin between your fingers and tilt his head to the side, and then they slide into his hair just as his body completely melts into you. It's not a frantic kiss, not rushed nor explosive. But it is practiced and passionate, languid and drawn out as he follows your lead.

The man has the audacity to whimper into your mouth when your fingers tease and tangle themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. You would have happily sat there kissing your wizard instead of taking a well earned long rest, but eventually he winces and draws back. You're both still in recovery mode, still injured and weak - you both know this. He gives you a small smile and kisses your cheek, mumbles something soft against your skin.

-

Fjord 💜

The party barely manages to escape the crumbling ruin after defeating the necromancer, and the sunlight is blinding when you reach the surface. Shaken, you quickly wrap your arms around Fjord's middle, seeking some sort of familiarity after all you had faced together. He freezes. You can't help but feel a little rejected and embarrassed when the kiss is cut short as he places a gentle but firm hand on your chest and leans back.

He's panting, remnants of the fear he experienced nearly dying at your side in the battle lingering still. He settles for holding your hand in his, pressing your knuckles to his lips with his eyes tightly shut. It's not your fault that the situation was a bit overwhelming. Being swept up in theatrics after encountering malevolent spirits had Fjord in a slight panic when you moved to kiss him. But it's okay now. You're both safe.

When his heart has a moment to slow and his eyes start to focus, you quickly become the most important thing in his vision. As quick as he's pushed you away, his hand moves to cradle the back of your head and he's pouring every ounce of himself into a proper kiss. He's so warm, his frame completely shielding you from the rest of the world. He mutters an apology into the miniscule gap between your faces, immediately closing the distance after for another.

-

Jester 💜

You're shaken out of your battle rage by an incredibly exaggerated and disgusted retch from behind you. You turn only to find Jester standing behind you with a scowl, lifting one leg to closely examine her boot. To her dismay, it's completely covered in giant spider remains. She wrinkles her nose at the sight, more annoyed than angry, grumbling about how she wouldn't have worn her new shoes if she'd known the party would be fighting giant spiders while out exploring.

With the way your blood is still fiery in your veins, and your dear tiefling's face is sulking endearingly, how can you not sweep her off her feet? You soften her mood immediately with a kiss. She goes up on her tippy toes, leaning into you enough that she's barely even making contact with the ground. Laughs into your mouth, and you can feel the upturn of her lips against your own.

She pulls away, tenderly reaches out to wipe at the shine of your mouth that she left behind. With a waggle of her eyebrows, she beams at you, says something clumsy and crude that makes you laugh. Squeals if you happen to lift her, spin just a little to ease the after-battle tensions, and she holds onto your shoulders with a vice grip - as if you'd ever drop her. She knows you love her too, especially considering she's covered in spider bits.

-

Molly 💜

The tiefling has the biggest toothy grin when you find him after the fight, his smile slightly faltering at the edges when he sees your stormy expression and stomp in your step as you get closer. Mollymauk is nursing a cut made on his arm from earlier, one of his own to ignite his bloodhunter powers, but it's also one that also nearly cost him his life. He's so incredibly careless sometimes, but you know it's because he cares so much - about his second chance at life, about the party, about you. He prepares himself to be scolded by you but is pleasantly surprised when you cup his face so delicately and give him the softest look, brushing your lips against his.

The best way to describe the kiss is that he takes his time, as if he desires to taste and savour you while he still has you. He is so gentle, almost lazy with the motion of it, even though it's after such an intense fight. His nose bumps yours briefly, and he's practically purring by the time one of your hands weaves itself into his hair.

But he's selfish, greedy too, and though your lungs cry out for oxygen you can't bring yourself to leave him wanting. A cheeky hand trails down your waist, past your hip until he can get a handful of your outer thigh. He gives a playful but comforting squeeze, a little and innocent thing compared to the way he's ravishing your mouth.

-

Yasha 💜

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Her worried voice over the dissolving battle carries a tenderness that greatly contrasts the heavy sword she carries. You quickly clamber over debris when you spot her, a deeply emotional urge to just be close to your barbarian that began as kindling is now a roaring need. Your foot catches on the edge of an abandoned cart and gravity suddenly pulls you down.

Yasha reaches you and, having dropped her weapon, swoops just in time to keep you upright and unharmed. She's your constant balance, what keeps you grounded. By pure instincts alone, you thank her by crashing your mouth into hers. Your arms wind around her neck and your body is buzzing all over, electricity flitting along your skin and through your veins. Her eyelashes kiss in the corners of her eyes when she closes them, strong hands lovingly caress along your shoulder blades. Your mind, love-addled, barely registers the way her thumbs stroke back and forth there.

She lifts you a little bit, just enough that she supports your weight and your tippy toes are grazing the earth. She makes a noise in the back of her throat and breaks the kiss, her hair a little bit frazzled. "Well... that answers that. Heh."

-

BONUS: Kingsley 💜

It's pouring rain, storm clouds have engulfed the sky. You stand, soaked to the bone with your overcoat torn to shreds, over one of the many (now deceased) sea monsters that managed to scramble onboard the ship and attack you all. A victorious cry comes from the helm, and Kingsley victoriously lifts his sword high above his head as the crew cheer. He sees you amongst the fray and charges straight to you, about to assess you for wounds but it's hard for words to form when your mouth captures his.

So fucking eager. He wants to wrap himself around you, surround you, instinctively curling an arm around your back to keep you anchored to him. He's still so new to the world, new in general, but this - you - are so easy for him to adapt to. The kiss itself does not last as long as you would want, but he makes up for it with hasty and almost desperate smaller kisses to your cheek and jawline. It feels as though he's trying to imprint these fleeting touches into your skin, moulding into you, little memories of a moment of calm after the storm.

Kingsley holds you close to his body after that, cradling you into him while his eyes dart around the scene of battle with his chin perched on your shoulder protectively. His hair is matted and sopping wet and tickles your face, the buttons of his coat scrape harshly against your thin shirt, and you catch a glimpse of some of the crew averting their eyes - but you couldn't care less. Kingsley is living and breathing and here and yours.

-

BONUS: Essek 💜

This poor man. He's still getting used to the intensity of physical fights rather than diplomatic ones. His feet hit the ground and he stumbles to balance himself before you hold him by the elbow to steady him. His smile is wobbly, cocky but wobbles slightly as he thanks you. His white hair stands in all sorts of angles and there's a small cut above his brow, and you know it seems impossible but it post-battle Essek just does something to you and he has no time to react when you grip his collar and tug him towards you.

You quickly find he's just as desperate as yourself. His hands find your waist and smooth towards your back, fingertips pressed into the skin there and accidentally treading upon and brushing against bruises in the process of forming. You wince and he breaks the kiss, immediately concerned and hesitant, his touch turning gentle when he settles his hold on your hips instead.

You assure him you're okay, but he's not having it. He decides to go slow now, peppering small, lingering kisses to your face before he steps back and adjusts how his robes sit upon his shoulders. He looks cool and composed, and you want to hate him for it when you yourself feel so disheveled. Don't worry though - you'll get even with him later.

#critical role #critical role x reader #critical role fanfic #critical role fanfiction #critical role imagines #critical role imagine #critical role headcanon #critical role headcanons #beauregard lionett x reader #beauregard lionett #caleb widogast x reader #caleb widogast #fjord stone x reader #fjord stone #jester lavorre x reader #jester lavorre #mollymauk tealeaf x reader #mollymauk tealeaf #yasha nydoorin x reader #yasha nydoorin #essek thelyss x reader #essek thelyss #long may he reign #mighty nein #the mighty nein #mighty nein x reader #the mighty nein x reader #campaign 2 #kingsley tealeaf x reader #kingsley tealeaf

[melit0n]

Per your request for lyrics, how about my favorite line from Ascensionism (my favorite song)?

"Lipstick, chemtrails, red flags, pink nails/ with one eye on the door other eye on a rail/ other other eye following a scarlet trail/ and the last few drops of the Holy Grail."

Oooo this is a good one!!

First off, there's a obvious juxtaposition within the first line "Lipstick, chemtrails, red flags, pink nails". Lipstick and pink nails typically connotate to feminity and beauty, pink being symbolistic of love and compassion as well as being the 'girly' colour.

However, "chemtrails" and "red flags" suggest a threat. Chemtrails are those fun little trails that are left in the sky due to airplanes/general aircraft, but, on the conspiracy side of things, the reason why chemtrails are called chemtrails is because some people believe the gov is releasing toxic chemicals into the atmosphere via aircraft. It's being used as a descriptor of someone who is utterly toxic but hidden under a layer of beauty.

It's a very smart descriptior, if that's what it's aimed to be instead of the remains of biochemical waste, which is equally as toxic.

I don't think I need to explain how red flags equals bad.

Then, we have "with one eye on the door, other eye on the rail". Straight up, it gives prey vibes. Something coming out of its burrow and keeping a careful eye for what might just be the end of it. He's on the watch for both an exit (the door) and a path leading to it (the rail). It's fight or flight, basically; flight has already been chosen, because he knows this isn't a fight he can win, so he's mapping out his ways to escape. Also gives off a trapped vibe.

And then we get third eye imagery in "Other other eye following a scarlet trail". Also I'm glad I'm not the only person who hears 'other other' instead of 'with' or 'while' lmao. The third eye is typically, by Wikapedia definition, 'associated with religious visions, the ability to observe chakras and auras, and out-of-body experiences.' Third eye sees what cannot be seen by the other two, basically, which links into to the whole Vessel being a supernatural vessel of Sleep thing.

With "scarlet trail", what are the first things you think of with scarlet? Probably blood, right? Scarlet is actually a very 'religous' colour, believe it or not! It's typically worn by Cardinals of the Catholic Church and represents the blood of Christ; salvation, devotion and sacrifice. And, y'know, death. It invokes an image of a dead body, a corpse of prey, being dragged back to the Hunter's den to be consumed, which adds to the overall sense of danger.

Finally, we've got "the last few drops from the Holy Grail". It put emphasis on the mildly hidden religious imagery of the past line with The Holy Grail, which is (in Christian theology) the cup that Christ drank from at the last supper and that was used to collect his blood at his crucifixion. In some theologies, and The Indiana Jones movies, whatever is drunk from the cup will turn the drinker immortal. Whatever you believe "the last few drops" represent, it's been nearly depleted.

Thank you for indulging in my want for lyric analysis! I had a bit of fun with this one, so I hope this wasn't too much.

@moonchild-in-blue think you might like this one!

#I adore Acensionism with all my heart #so this was absolutely perfect #hope I didn't overload too much #I gained an issue after I did by Euclid analysis that when given a specific line and not just an overarching theme to look at (like with -> #my other stuff) I absolutely have to do it word by word lmao 😭 #again hoping I didn't overanalyse (I'm 90% sure I did) #mel's rambles #mel's asks #sleep token #st #sleep token analysis #tmbte #take me back to eden #ascensionism #ascensionism (song) #lyric analysis

[blackopals-world]

💎!Yuu X Riddle Rosehearts X 🧹!Yuu

Oooo~ Spicy and completely right!

You're Staring

Poly fic

(I notice that a lot of poly fics don't go into the initial get together)

Riddle was not someone who considered himself luscious or with a wandering eye. Such trait belongs to other people. The thought of multiple partners was appalling.

He was happy with his current partner. Their air of nobility, grace and of course the wry smile they gave then they were up to no good. They would gladly command "Off with their heads" when they had enough nonsense.

Then there was their servant. A shy little thing that followed his love's beck and call happily. When his love was at their worse Riddle would see the sweet servant appear at their side and soothe them with tea and kind words.

Riddle felt like trash. How could he betray his partner by leering at their servant? In fact, he felt a bit of jealousy when he watched them interact. His love would beckon the servent to their side and whisper in their ear. They looked at their master like they hung the moon as they smiled. They would exchange fleeting touches and the royal would gift trinkets and treats to their helper. Riddle didn't want to get between them. They were happy in their unique friendship but he still felt a burn in his chest.

"Love you're staring." His lover said tapping the rim of Riddle's teacup with their tea spoon.

The small clacking caught his attention.

Riddle jumped and tried to pretend he wasn't watching their servant as they served tea.

This lover smiled wryly as they always do when they had wicked idea.

"It's fine you know. To look. They are quite lovely. I do the same." They teased as they took the maid's hand in theirs. They brought it to their lips, kissed their knuckles, and smiled.

"Master?! Please Master Riddle is right here. Try to be reserved." The servant scolded with their fave burning red.

"Ooh, you're so cute!" The blue blood gushed.

"You said I could look but you clearly get to do what you wish." Riddle didn't want to sound like he was pouting but he certainly was.

"Oh, my poor dear. Touching what's mine is not allowed...unless. I've been wanting to ask you something. I have never been interested in committing infidelity towards you but we have been talking." They gestured between the two of them.

The servant's cheeks turned pink at those words.

"It's okay, he should know. We care very deeply about one another but we also really like you." They continued

"Let me say it." The servant said placing a hand on their master's shoulder. "Riddle, I like you. I don't want you two to break up. The opposite actually. You both mean so much to me and I wanted to ask if you would consider letting me date you both."

The firm but shy confession made Riddle's heart flutter. A stark contrast to when his partner stood up at the dorm tea party dressed as lavishly and elegantly as the Queen of Hearts herself and commanded Riddle to go on a date with them. Riddle had fallen for them at that moment but he never imagined it could happen again.

"I-if its okay, I would gladly accept your feelings. I have similar feelings towards you. I promise to treat you fairly and be a good boyfriend to you." Riddle said beet red.

"Ahh~♡ I can't tell who is cuter you or Riddle! Of course, I'd date you! You're my darling who is always at my side. Now I can spoil you more!" The royal beamed with excitement and adoration.

Their servent's no partner's face broke into a tearful smile as they hugged them both. They never imagined that Riddle would accept this union but now they were all together.

Riddle could hardly believe it either. He had two wonderful partners who loved him and each other.

From then on Riddle found himself surrounded by a chaotic royal and their loving servant who never stopped reminding him how much they loved him. He also never stopped adoring them in turn.

#noble!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst riddle #twisted wonderland riddle #riddle rosehearts #maid!yuu

[biblicallyaccurateloaf]

hello, mechanisms enjoyer. who is your favourite mechanism. what is your favourite album. what is your favourite song. what is your favourite photo. do you have a favourite live recording.

OOOO OK

- My favourite mechanism is hard, Jonny is so gender but not my fav, ashes is just hhhhh again gender (or lack thereof) but I think it’ll have to be Marius ngl.

- My favourite album is HNOC (extremely biased as someone thats poly and gnc) this is in very close tie with UDAD

- My favourite song would honestly have to be underworld blues or blood and whiskey(this song made me realise i was poly lmao)

however I will say for I love Torn Suits because of the discorded violin sounds when each suit gets injured/killed by the eye of the Cyclops diamond.

- My favourite photo is this

Siblings fr

- And I honestly cannot pick a favourite live show I love them all dearly

#the mechanisms #the mechs #ashes o’reilly #jonny d’ville #marius von raum #hnoc #udad

[preciousbarnes]

sex pollen au?? like maybe on a mission with the avengers he gets drugged by someone trying to incapacitate him? and since he has heightened senses its even worse for him? pls with sugar on top?

oooo ur speakin my language anon

content warning: smutty smut smut, dubious consent due to the nature of sex pollen au's but efforts were made to make this as consensual as possible, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), aged-up!Peter (think 21 or 22),

this is filthy i am sorry i am going to hell

You were waiting in the avengers compound for everyone to return from the mission. You had reluctantly sat this one out, due to a concussion you were still recovering from that was the result of the last mission you took part in. Peter had kissed you gently on the cheek before boarding the jet, promising to return soon and in one piece.

When they all returned, your blood ran cold as all the other avengers walked into the common area except Peter. Immediately you jumped to questioning.

Where is he? How bad is it? Please tell me he made it? Please dont tell me he's gone.

"He's in containment, it's not safe to be around him, especially for you" Captain informed you sternly.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? What happened?" You ask, pleading for someone to just tell you what had happened.

At this, Tony stepped forward, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder to get him to stand down and relax with the sternness.

"It's only right we tell her. They are in an established relationship. I'd want to know if it was Pep." Tony told the soldier before addressing you.

An intense aerosol aphrodisiac they called it. Steve and Tony had been there when Peter had been sprayed. Tony's suit protected him from the spray and Steve's heightened metabolism burned through it quickly so he had very minimal side effects from being in contact with the substance.

Peter's heightened senses didn't make him so lucky. It just intensified matters. He could barely stand, could barely catch his breath, his stomach tense like a stretched rubber band with no release in sight, his cock hard and swollen, with no way to satisfy himself. They told you it was so bad that he begged them to knock him out, drug him, do something to make it stop. They couldnt though, not until FRIDAY finished running diagnostics on the sample of the aphrodisiac. As much as Tony wanted to help his young mentee, he refused to do anything that could possibly harm him, like administering other drugs without knowing how they may interact with the unknown substance.

Take me to him now. You ordered without second thought. The idea of him suffering broke your heart, but you were not prepared for the site of him in the airtight, reinforced quarantine cabin he was isolated in. Tony had turned off the one way glass effect on the window, so Peter could see you and you could see him. Tony quickly instructed you on how to enter the compound if you both decided you would, and turned to leave, having FRIDAY lock down the floor once again as he left.

"Peter?" You called through the intercom. He hadn't even known you were there, until you callled. His eyes shot up to where there was once a large mirror, now just glass he could look through and see you standing out in the hall, reinforced hulk-proof glass standing between you both.

"Baby," he groaned, body slick with sweat. He had gotten out of his suit which lay in a heap of red and blue in the corner of the room, kicked aside. He was just in a pair of black boxers, straining at the front from his hard on that was very prominently standing at attention, twitching from time to time. His abs were clenched, his chest heaving with each breath. His muscles in his arms were bulging, veins in his arm more prominent that usual and his hands clenched the bed sheets beneath him as he withered in both pain and pleasure.

He took a couple deep breaths, turning from you and clenching his eyes shut. "Baby, get out of here, I can't control myself," he groans out.

"Peter, please, let me come in. I want to help, you're in so much pain, let me fix it, let me help get it out of your system," You plead with him.

"Sweetheart, you deserve- ah fuck- you deserve better," He says headily.

This confuses you, making you cock your head as you ask him what he means.

"I- I, fuck babygirl," he's cut off with a moan, hand moving down to grasp himself through his boxers.

"I cant give you slow and sensual like usual, not like this, and I refuse to hurt you," He sighs out, once again clenching his eyes shut. a whimper coming up and out of his throat.

You swallow, taking him in. He's still your Peter. And yes, he is always so gentle with you but you'd be lying if you didn't acknowledge how wet you felt at the prospect of him just having his wicked way with you.

"Peter, babe, look at me," You call, placing your hand near the unlock button, not pressing it yet.

Reluctantly, he looks up and meets your eyes. Looking at you sends heat and want through his veins and it takes everything in him to not launch himself at the damn glass and reinforced door keeping you from him.

"Maybe, I want something other than slow and sensual? What I'm trying to say, I love you, you are in pain, and I want to help. I am consenting, and you won't hurt me. Even with any drug on the planet or in the universe, I know you'd never hurt me. All you have to do is say yes if you want me to help. It's your choice, honey. If you don't want that, that's okay. Just say what you want." You tell him, looking him directly in the eyes so he knows that you mean what you say.

After a second he nods, "yeah, fuck, if you want this I want it too, please get in here," He begs.

Your hand finds the unlock button, and Peter is up and pulling your body into his the second the door slides open, pulling you to the bed as the door latches and locks back into place.

His hands are everywhere, roaming and gripping and caressing as you both work to strip off the clothes you were in. As gently as he can in his frenzied state, he leans you back onto the bed and climbs on top of you, pulling your legs up to wrap around his waist.

One of his fingers drifts down between your folds, feeling the wetness and throbbing of your folds and clit.

"Are you ready sweetheart? God, look how wet you are for me. Gonna eat you out later, have you squirming all over the bed like I have been for you for the last hour," He says, voice sounding more intoxicating than anything you've ever heard.

"Please," is all you have to say before he's pushing into you, his throbbing cock finally getting some relief from your tight and velvety walls.

His head drops down to rest on your neck as he groans, his arms and legs shaking in the pleasure of feeling you. He pants between kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving little love bites.

"Can I- fuck, baby I gotta move, please," he pleads, overwhelmed by the lust coursing through his veins. You're as close as possible, but not close enough at the same time.

You nod your head breathlessly and he begins to thrust in earnest, each one jolting your body. You let out a moan as his tip brushes that oh-so-perfect spot in you, your stomach already in knots from the pleasure. Your fingernails rake down his back as he aims for that same spot as he continues, making you see stars. You begin to sporadically clench around him as your high gets closer and closer, earning a heady groan from him.

His thrusts speed up slightly, going deeper and harder as he pants into your neck, groaning again as you moan and clench down on him. He reaches down and rubs your clit in tight circles, quickly bringing you over the end with a cry as you clench again tightly around him and grip his broad shoulders in pleasure.

Feeling you let go around him is what brings him finally over the edge, his hips stuttering as he fills you up as you feel him pulse inside you. After a few moments and deep breaths from you both, he pulls out and rolls you both to your side, holding you against him; the fire in his veins temporarily sated.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asks, searching your face as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You smile and grab his hand, kissing his knuckles.

“I’m perfect. How long until the next round?” You ask, earning a cheeky grin from him as he climbs on top of you once again.

WOOO BUDDY THAT WAS SPICY

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prompt: nightmare

The taste of blood woke up Bad to white flouring and closed off windows. Squinting his eyes, he notices it isn't just drawn up curtains, rock obscured the windows in the oval office, questions popped in his head as he stood up in the presidential office, red(or blue?) dripping slowly over his left eye.

Bad almost questioned the air, maybe the ghosts, but he felt none nearby, on what was happening before hearing the familiar sound of an elevator filled the room.

"There you are Bad! we are gonna get late, and you wouldn't want to ruin this more than perfect day!"

Bad blinked at the figure, horror dawning at the stretched smile in the familiar face.

"What"

"C'mon! Let's go." 4ever strided over, and with one movement put Bad upstraight position, he wobbled, but the blond arms maintained his position.

Bad's breath caught as 4ever took his hand, sensation cold and powdery not the familiar warmth that he extended all around him like a star.

He was tugged to the elevator and down, suddenly free falling into the darkness instead of finding ground the close seconds of teleportation would leave him without ground.

4ever still held to him, cold fingers almost a parody of its own that made Bad want to tear away from him.

And then, ground found its way to his feet, hitting knees hard enough to make him wobble *again*, but again, cold and powdery arms held him.

Enough that Bad could smell the explosives and spider eye left-over in the president.

"Opa, clumsy on our big day? Don't worry, I got you."

"What day?"

Bad tried to take a step back, but his legs were almost tied, looking down, puffy gown big as it could flowing down instead of his normal hood, even if his head was still hidden, the gradient of black to pure white made him want to tear it all with dull claws in his hands.

"Our wedding day silly!"

Bad's breath caught looking up at the manic expression on his president, hair caught in a halo instead of the braided style he preferred so much.

Before he could say anything, 4ever made them move, twirl in a dance, valsa? Bad has to focus on his movements to not just fall or be dragged around by the blond hands, which had an iron force hold on him.

"But, you called it off, remember?"

"As if I could silly! As if I could let you go, meu bem."

Bad beared his fangs, growl not silenced between the loud cheerful music.

"You KNOW I'm not gonna say yes, stop with this... craziness."

The smile twisting from just manic reaction to almost genuine as 4ever snuggled against his neck.

"It's okay... I'm also scared, but it is the most perfect day on the island! We will be fine, perfect even, together."

His head was spinning with the strong smell of explosions and cologne from the suit and hair clinging to him like meatheads. But bad had enough strength to push the man off him, looking at 4ever fall brought temporary relief like water to a dying desert man.

Bad couldn’t even smile as 4ever looked him, and suddenly there was no gown or suit or brightly venue around them.

"What's the matter docinho? It's getting late, let's go to bed."

"Stay away from me! I'll never say yes!"

4ever blinked at him as bad took more steps back, breath too quick, he needed to calm down-

"Oooo. But it doesn't matter if you don't say anything!"

Bad wanted to scream as slowly the president rose up, calm smile, not manic, not forced, graced his tired face.

"We'll be together either way! So save up your breath, só vou roubar ele depois, ok?"

Bad was ready to turn and run even if he felt like swimming in fucking honey, but he could only stumble and fall into soft covers behind him, and soon 4ever joined as the most unwated blanket ever.

The smothering made him want to scream, but hands reaching to his face made him gasp and fight back against not listening limbs, more now that their heads were perfectly aligned and 4ever was dipping down-.

With abruptness of falling down, Bad sat up, scream to stop it caught in his throat, and most horrific of it all

The tightness of his heart, against stopping such swarming feeling against all of him.

Tumblr if you eat this you're homophobic

GOOD NEWS TUMBLR DIDN'T EAT IT THIS TIME

Even better news, this is so fucking good!!! 4halo horror movie wedding my beloved, there is so much cool stuff to be done with it and it being a nightmare is so cool

I love the approach you toom of it being so clearly a nightmare but also feeling real in a way. So good

#asks #4halo