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Completely Harmless Ch. 63

Completely Harmless An SSO SilverGlade Re-imagining Story (Or Fix it Fan Salt fic) By Ginny O.

When Lily and her friends wanted to buy horses and were directed to the Silverglade Manor and its myriad of problems, they didn’t expect to start a revolution. They were just a bunch a stable girls. Completely harmless. Right?

A/N: Things are only canon if I say they’re canon. Pre-Saving the Moorland Stables compliant for the most part. Posted in its entirety on my website. Posted in 2000 to 4000 word bits here. Rated T for Swearing Word Count 177,577

Chapter Sixty-Three Rescue Time (but First Needling Mr. Sands)

Lily took another slice of lasagna. “This is actually decent lasagna.”

Mr. Sands’ brow twitched.

“Did you get the recipe from Catherine?” Lily asked.

Alex and Justin left. Justin giving a tour guide type of spiel. Lily figured he wouldn’t s how Alex anyplace sensitive. Which was fine. They didn’t need to see anything sensitive.

Mr. Sands stared at Lily.

She continued to eat. “When are you going to tell that poor boy that you killed his mother’s friends?”

“He wouldn’t exist if I hadn’t.” Mr. Sands frowned. “His father hid his heritage from him.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure how telling anyone that your grandmother is the Baroness of your district but we can’t associate with her because your grandfather, her ex-husband is an immortal alien who wants to take over the world is going to go over well.” Lily licked the fork suggestively. “I mean, there are May December romances, and then there’s you.”

Sabine and Jessica snickered.

“You know quite a bit more than you should.”

“What can I say? I have a face that people trust.” Lily shrugged and continued to eat. “You smile. You nod. You let them talk. People love to talk about themselves. The Baroness though, she was a tougher nut to crack. She doesn’t do talk. She does actions. Deeds. So, was it something you did or didn’t do that tore you two apart?”

Mr. Sands snorted. “Don’t be foolish enough to think I had any feelings towards her. She was a means to an end, no more. She didn’t have what I needed.”

“Hmm, it’s interesting to me that you were able to contain Anne, but not Lisa.” Lily stuck the fork into the lasagna.

“Oh, they fought,” Jessica said.

Sabine smirked. “But not enough.”

“You don’t need a Dark Rider,” Lily mused. “So, why keep Anne imprisoned?”

“Elise is not my recruit.”

“Oh, contingency plans.” Lily nodded. The name Elise sounded familiar but she couldn’t place it off the top of her head. “Clever enough.” She finished her slice and set down her plate. “I’ll go catch up with Justin and Alex. They might need minding. And I’m the one they think is the flirt.” Lily pushed her hair back over her shoulder strutting from the room.

She found Alex and Justin pretty easily.

“Hanging out here all day sounds like a bore,” Alex said as they wandered around a large room.

“There are plans to be set in motion,” Justin said. “And it’s not that bad.”

“No place to ride. No elbow room. Everyone on top of each other.”

“Sounds kinky,” Lily spoke up.

Alex jumped. “Don’t do that, Lils.”

Lily checked her phone.

Alex strode away from Justin. “Wait, wait, wait. At least you know what you’re waiting for I suppose.” She jerked her head to one side.

Lily waited to make sure Justin had his eyes on Alex before looking where Alex had indicated. A book rested on a book stand.

“The day is important. All the generals agree that to do it early would only bring disaster. The Keepers are too fixated on their prophecy to be paying attention. And without the other Soul Riders, they can’t stop us even if they wanted to.”

Lily walked towards the book slowly.

“They’re down to one now,” Alex said and shifted her weight. She moved towards Justin. “We’re going to be together, no matter what, baby.”

“You and me against the world,” Justin said.

Alex rested her hands on his chest. “That’s right.”

Justin frowned and turned his head to look for Lily.

Alex put a hand on his cheek and turned his head back to look at her. “Justin, look at me. I’d burn the world for you. You used to feel the same. It’s still in her.” She rubbed a circle on his chest.

Lily snagged the book and stuck it in the back of her pants under her trench coat. “Do I need to tell you two to get a room?” She leaned against the stand.

Alex flushed. “Are any of these generals hot so we can get Lily her own May December romance?”

“Only one person can rule the world, Alex,” Lily said. “And it’s going to be me.”

“Yes, yes, all hail the Queen.”

“I keep moving up in the world,” Lily murmured.

“Empress even. We can be the Empress’ advisors.” Alex grinned. “Ruling sounds so tedious anyways. You need a champion. I take champion.”

Lily snorted.

Justin rolled his eyes. “Garnok is going to rule. Not us.”

“I guess I better figure out a way to kill Garnok,” Lily said dryly.

“Come on, you have to be here for one reason or another. Show me.” Alex took Justin’s hand and tugged him away.

“Fine, there’s a control room. I can show you that,” Justin said. “It’s just a bunch of screens and drones though. There probably isn’t anything very interesting going on.”

“But it will kill time,” Alex said.

“Ugh, don’t talk about killing time,” Lily groaned. “You want the entire world to fall out of whack.”

Alex winked at her and urged Justin forward.

Evergray polished the keystone with a rag. “Keystones truly are a thing of wonder. You wouldn’t think a thing of such humble origins would be able to part the veil of space and time.”

Linda double checked the tuning of the harp like Lily had shown her. It was mostly nerves. She turned her head.

Horse hooves clopped against the stone of the path echoing into the Dale.

But not one set of hooves, multiple.

Elizabeth Sunbeam, Rhiannon, Avalon and a host of druids in robes and hoods swept into the Dale on horses of all colors.

“What is going on here?” Elizabeth asked.

Avalon cleared his throat. “I told you to leave, brother.”

“Tsk, as if I listen very well,” Evergray said and coughed.

“Linda,” Elizabeth scolded. “I thought better of you. Evergray isn’t to be trusted. He’s a thief.”

Linda stood up holding the harp in her arms. “He’s been more honest than you have been.” She lifted her chin.

“What is that?” Rhiannon nodded at the stone in Evergray’s arms.

“You don’t know.” Evergray shook his head. “Twenty years and all the new recruits are base ignorant. This never would have happened while I was chief archivist.”

“Evergray, you have violated the terms of your exile,” Elizabeth said. “You were warned what would happen if you ever returned. We have come to take you into custody.”

“I see how you are, Elizabeth.” Evergray turned his head and coughed. He looked back at her. “You’ve come full circle then.”

Elizabeth flushed. “I don’t know what you mean.” She straightened on her horse.

“If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be so mad. Come, now, we haven’t actually answered your questions.”

More horse hooves echoed in the Dale, this time, they were alone.

A grey dapple horse with a white mane appeared at the end of the Dale.

The druids murmured and moved aside.

“Concorde,” they whispered and murmured to each other.

Concorde trotted between them. He lowered his head to Linda. “Soul Rider,” he murmured.

Linda pressed her forehead against his. “You’re safe and alive.”

“What do you need me to do?” Concorde asked.

“Make room, make room,” Evergray said. “I believe this is our cue.”

Linda quietly explained to Concorde the plan.

Alex had managed to wheedle Justin back to the horses.

“It’s time,” Lily said.

“Justin, baby, your lips look super chapped.” Alex grabbed his chin.

Justin tried to move his head. “They’re fine.”

“No. They’re definitely chapped. Can’t kiss you with chapped lips,” she said. She took out the chap stick and popped the lid off with one hand. “Hold still.”

Justin’s eyes widened and he leaned back. “Alex.”

She smeared it onto his lips before he could say anything else or get away.

Justin stilled and stared ahead barely blinking.

Lily reached into her saddlebag. “Catch,” she said and tossed potions at her.

Alex caught them and opened the first one over Saga’s rump. “There, there, boy, you’ll be yourself in no time.” She hurried over to the other horses.

Lily juggled the other three potions. She poured them over the backs.

“Last one,” Alex said.

Lily tossed it to her.

Alex poured it over the back of the horse.

Lily went for the halters. “Ten minutes, and counting,” she said.

Justin blinked and rubbed his eyes. “What happened? Where am I?” He looked around. “What’s wrong with Saga?”

“Saga’s going to be all right, give her a few minutes,” Alex darted over to him.

He stared at her. “Are you wearing lip stick?”

She flung her arms around his neck. “That’s my Justin,” she said tears in her eyes. “You aren’t going to do this to me ever again. No more mind control from evil grandfathers. You hear me Justin Moorland. I can’t go through this again.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “It’s all so fuzzy. Except there was lots of lasagna.”

Alex laughed and hiccupped. “Of course you remember the lasagna.”

“Tasted like mom’s,” Justin mumbled.

“Justin, I need you to help Lily get the horses to the gate.” Alex cupped his face. “Can you do that?”

“Sure,” Justin said. He rubbed his face. “I’m just, there’s this fog.”

Alex handed him the chap stick. “Apply if you think you need more.”

Justin looked at it. “For the record, my lips aren’t chapped.” His hand closed over it.

“Sure they aren’t.” Alex kissed his cheek. She went to Lily’s saddlebags and grabbed her tools and the keystone.

“Five minutes,” Lily said.

“On it.” Alex jogged off.

“Help me get them saddled. They probably won’t fight you.”

Justin nodded.

Together they saddled the horses who tried to move away, but the further time went, the less they fought.

Justin tightened the last girth as the first spell broke over the horses.

They tossed their heads and locked their legs.

“Easy, easy,” Lily said. “We’re going to get all of you out of here. Come on.” She grabbed the reins of Nimbus and two of the others.

Nimbus took charge.

Justin took the other horses including Saga.

Alex had the gate mechanism ripped open and was fitting the keystone inside fitting the wires to it.

Lily took the book out of her pants back and put it in her saddlebag.

Alex flipped switches.

Justin’s brow furrowed.

Alex pushed the lever up. The entire rig hummed. Purple energy swirled around.

“Stop!” Jessica shouted. “They’ve opened the gate!”

Lily got on her horse.

Alex selected a horse at random and mounted.

Justin got on Saga.

“Run!” Lily shouted and Nimbus vaulted forward jumping through the portal and running flat out, the two horses behind him.

Justin urged Saga forward. The other horse followed him.

Alex gave the running Dark Riders the finger and her horse, not willing to be left behind even if the way ahead was pink energy ran after the others.

They ran as fast as they could down the winding floating stone road, jumping the gaps and through the other portal.

Alex jumped through the portal into Pandoria. It fizzled and snapped shut behind her almost taking her horse’s tail.

Justin stared around. “Where are we?”

Lily moved into view, Nimbus’ wings pressed tight over her legs. His horn gleamed in the odd light. “Welcome to Pandoria.”

The Soul Horses moved into their positions at the bases of the statues. They looked upwards. Magic swirled around them and they became more than what they were. Starshine’s grey mane and tail turned electric blue, a crystal horn jutted from his head. The end of it gleamed with pink light.

At the base of his statue, magenta light filled the carvings making them grow brighter.

Meteor was no longer just red. He was the red of the Harvest Moon and scattered with crater markings with moving clouds. His mane and tail white gold and glowing. His beard curled under his chin.

The magenta light swelled in the carvings of the Moon Soul Horse Statue and lit up the Dale.

Tin Can stomped his hooves. They turned cloven, like a deer rather than a horse. Lightning swirled around his bronze body and crackled in his golden mane and tail jumping off in jagged sparks and spears.

The lightning jumped from him to his statue. It turned pink and crept up every leg and around the body lighting up the carvings.

Concorde spread his glowing white wings. His coat had turned silver with lighter white gold spots. A feather fell from his wings, drifted down and fell at the base of the statue. A rainbow flared around it and then it turned pink and disappeared. The carvings glowed pink.

Linda carefully shifted the keystone into place.

Magenta light swelled at the base of the broken statue and raced up the carvings of the stairs to the gate. Pink light swirled around like a galaxy, small at first but growing until it stabilized into a door.

Elizabeth’s voice sharpened. “Is that the Harp of Aideen?”

Linda cradled the harp in her arms. She moved to the base of the stairs and plucked the strings. And with the music, she sent her heart after it.

FOR THE ACCOMPANYING IMAGES PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE MY WATERMARK AND CONTACT INFORMATION. THANK YOU. I get it. Some of you might get excited and want to see this stuff in the game, especially the clothes, tack, and pets. However, the only way I want to see this in the game is if I get paid for it. If I see it in the game and I’m not paid for it, there will be hell to pay. You think I’m salty. I’d be angry. Personally, I’m not going to send this info to SSO. If you do, leave my contact information there! Don’t give them any excuses to steal.

Now, I’ll know you haven’t read this note if you leave me comments about how ‘salty’ I am about the game and if I hate it so much I should do something else. I am doing something else. It’s called Mystic Riders MMORPG Project. Mystic Riders however is a very baby phase game. You can check out our plans on the game dev blog. (Skills, Factions, Professions, Crafting, Mini-Games, 25+ horse breeds!) If you know anyone who would be interested and has money or contacts about game making, direct them to the blog.

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i-need-air · 3 years

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou HCs: NSFW.

Summary: By the title you can already tell what's going on. The long awaited NSFW part of Hybrid!Bakugou. [ 3k words ]

Warnings: NSFW; dom!bakugou, impregnation kink, praise kink, filthy mouthed Baku; also some sub!Bakugou because why not;

Notes: It's important to point put this is a F!Reader. The first 2 parts of the series [sfw] + any ask involving hybrid!bakugou were as gender neutral as possible though. [ Part 1 and Part 2 here, Masterlist here for more ]

× believe it or not, he's a respectful guy

× shy with physical contact at the beginning

× learns incredibly fast though

× feels, listens, smells you, notes what you enjoyed, what you didn't

× you would have to take the first few steps

× lead his hands, put a peace, encourage him and he will surely get the drill

× Bakugou will be eager and curious, and trust me, your moans will drive him insane

× naturally, as you share a bed, one thing will lead to another, soft kisses will turn into a full blown make-out session and his hands will be everywhere on you;

He grunted, grindind his body into you, lips capturing your own in a heated kiss. It just started with a peck after he caressed your features gingerly, catching him in one of those tender moments you oh so loved. He returned it harder, moaning into your mouth. Breath fanned your face when he retreated, his somewhat cloudy eyes made you squirm under his frame and you had to pull him by the shoulders back into you.

From there you lost yourselves into each other. Your touches drove him to the edge and slowly clothes started coming off until you found yourself under an Adonis of a man. He looked mesmerized for a second, drinking you in with a hungry gaze.

Lips clashed, the tension between you, specially in the past few weeks built up and none could take it longer. His calloused hands touched your neck, your shoulders, going further down and making you shiver. He was a little bit rough but you could feel his excitement, both on his face and poking your tights.

Katsuki waited though, slowing down his movements until you whispered "Are you sure about this?" into his ear. A shiver took over him as he lifted his face to yours, lips feathered over your own yet again.

"*Are you?*" his voice just as soft.

"I want you, Katsuki." He had to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath in at your confession.

"You're fucking perfect." He growled back, the intensity of his words formed a bolt of energy that ran through your whole body. "I just— I've never—"

"We'll take it slow."

× again, he is a fast learner, but needs instructions

× can be a bit selfish at first, this new feeling, this heat driving him insane

× but once he smelled your arousal he almost lost all strength in his body, his mouth watering

× and I bet you almost lost all strength in your body when you saw what he's packing

× big, thick and veiny, curved just enough to know he'd reach the best spots for you

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he'd growl out into your ear as you moaned under him, nails clenching his shoulders as he held into the bed-frame. He was going insane, he thought. The feeling of your cunt clenching around his dick erased anything else in his brain and your moans— Delicious. Your smell was intoxicating, addictive.

He'd rail you eagerly, getting drunk in the feeling when he noted you move your hand to rub yourself under him, moans increasing. He'd guide his hand towards yours, breathing heavy, anticipating.

"Show me." He'd order.

× clit, you say, huh?

× the moment he understood you could become undone under him because of that little button, you're a goner

× which takes me to my next point

× he's a giver

× once he does his homework and finds out ways to drive you crazy, he'll demand to go down on you

× will dominate in bed, it's natural in him

× so when he tells you to spread your legs and to be a good girl, mischief in his eyes, heat filled your guts

× to which he almost rolled his eyes into the back of his head because holy shit your scent

× loves having his tongue lapping into your sex; he'd suck, he'd lick and thrive because of your reactions

× just having your tights trembling by his ears as he gripped them to keep you in place made his cock hard

× but what he really loved was knowing he could get you off just with his tongue; he'd even smile into your cunt as you'd moan louder and louder, the only thing left in your vocabulary being his name;

"Katsu—" you'd say, out of breath, back arched as you couldn't focus your vision. You struggled to keep your composture as he licked over your clit brutally, two digits inside of you.

"Look at me when I fuck you with my tongue." He said, stopping and earning a groan from you. With a deep breath you settled back, opening your legs a little bit more, not even realizing you were almost choking him with your tights, not that he really cared. He gave you a grin as you locked eyes and proceeded, slowing his peace and pumping his fingers inside of you.

"Good girl." He growled, not breaking eye contact. He felt it too, the shiver running through your body as you knew you got even wetter, and he got to work, proud of his accomplishment.

And as he sucked slowly and made you see stars, he resumed his brutal rhythm until you were a blabbering mess.

× doesn't mean he does not like to receive

× seeing you between his legs sucking him off is a treat to his eyes

× very much into power-play and dominating; he'd tell you how good you look with his cock in your mouth, very vulgar, loving your reactions;

× he grunts, but isn't very vocal so don't expect loud moans for him unless;;

× spread his legs slightly, suck on the tip, pump his cock, milk it into your mouth and with another hand play with his balls

× his leg will start shaking as he'd throw his head back, and if you suck on them while pumping him he'll let out such sinful growls that will reach your core

× that is when you can amp it up by scratching his tights and he'll cum like a fountain under you

You hollowed your cheeks, tongue running on the tip of his hard dick, watching him try to maintain his self-control. He was stubborn, gritting his teeth and acting tough yet he fisted the sheets, that giving him away.

It was always a pleasure to see him like this but it was never enough for you.

"Look at you, hmm?" He said between his teeth. "Such a good little slut for me." You moaned, taking him deeper in your mouth as you rubbed your legs together. "You love my dick in your mouth, hah?"

Little did he expect for you to start playing with his balls gently, your orbs sparkling while watching him almost choke on his own spit.

"Fuck, baby—" he'd growl, tensing up, almost moving his hips forward to fuck your mouth. You took as much of his hardness as you could and sucked, attentive of his balls and whatever you couldn't take in your mouth you pumped slowly, your cunt getting soaked just by hearing him swear to no end.

"Shit, [Y/N], so fucking good—"

With a last good suck, you kissed his tip them smirked at him, getting a confused and desperate look, begging you to continue, but you just lowered yourself and started licking his balls, his head fell back and the most lewd groan left his mouth.

"God, fuck me—" he said breathless as he started moving his hips upwards, fucking into the hand that still had his cock in a grip. It was a little hard to do so, but you licked in circular motions as he stumbled on his words until you felt them tighten and throb, cue for you to put the tip back in your mouth and await your treat, one last choked moan before he came everywhere.

× fucks you hard, will drill into your body, and you'd think fucking hard means fucking fast but he can still fuck you slowly and shake you to the core

× skin slapping skin can be heard all around the apartment and the dude has stamina

× bioengineered as he is, he will make you cum a few times before he comes too

× when you both have enough experience with each other that's when he realizes making you cum beforehand is the best way to fuck you, so yes, you will cum and you will cum hard

× favorite place to cum into? your mouth, so if you don't really dig it, he's okay with you spitting it out or cumming over your body

× his favorite position is doggy [ no duh ], with your ass up and face down, but don't get me wrong, it doesn't matter as long as he fucks you good and long

× he's also more into longer sessions, quickies are fine but not enough for him;

× might also be into praise-kink yet still with his dominant side on

× of course he has to tell you how good you look stuffed up with his cock, from any position

× marking

× oh, yes, he loves marking you

× before you got this intimate he liked to scent you but now that you're lovers expect to have marks all over you and you better not hide them

× definitely bites, sorry, absolutely not sorry, babe;;

× but nothing, nothing compares to his ruts

× just as wolves, it happens between

× hear me out and prepare yourself

× mating season happens between January and March;;;;; 💀

× it has different stages, yet the most fascinating one to you has to be the first weeks because it shifts his behaviour so much

× he goes from cocky, confident, dominant and territorial to whiny, needy, easily made jealous and kinda submissive

Katsuki started acting weird, something that at first you linked to the time you were apart. Maybe he missed you, who knows? The blond started touching you more, asking you to pet him, giving you blushing side glances and seeking your approval even more than normally. You caught on quickly as you once praised him for his amazing cooking, his chest puffed and cheeks burned without shame, contrary to normality, where he'd try to adorably hide it. He started to be really honest through his body.

The biggest difference was, without doubt in mind, when you got intimate. He'd whine for your touch so much, actual whines, gutural, deep from within would even shock you whenever you decided to tease him.

"Please, baby, please..." he'd beg but wait patiently for you to get on top of him and ride his cock until he couldn't take it any longer. You'd test the waters, of course, starting to praise him for being so good for you and he'd melt in your arms.

"You feel so good inside of me, baby." You'd say, slowly raising and falling over him repeatedly, a much calmer rhythm compared to your normal sessions. His hands would be gentler, just feeling you up and enjoying being taken care of, absolutely enamored with the sight of you.

Even if he was on top, he'd go gentler, whispering how incredible he feels, calling you all sorts of praises.

× when the actual rut finally hits, he turns territorial yet again, and the roughness comes with it

× now you're marked with hickeys and bruises from being manhandled by him

× of course he'd still be careful not to hurt you and if ever crosses any line with you and you'd tell him, he'd whine like a wounded animal

× because he would never want to hurt his mate

× but again, doubt it would ever happen

× although be prepared to have sex everywhere inside the house

× he'd pound on you unexpectedly, knowing to perfection how to touch and where to touch to get you in the perfect mood for him

× sometimes he watches, a filthy promise in his eyes to break you so good, just the way only he knows how

× he is hyper-aware of everything about you, the way you breathe, the way your heart pounds in your chest, the way your pupils dilate, how you clench your tights together, every single thing

× one thing that doesn't change from his pre-rut attitude is the honesty, now more verbal

× his first rut is where he learns just how much his words affect you

You were on the edge, just as the past few weeks. He told you a few nights ago that his mating season came to a high this week, so you suggested taking a week off work to help, and he eagerly agreed but not without teasing you about how much you loved being railed by him.

Sure, he teased, but it was so true and both of you knew. Katsuki was watching you silently from the couch. He spent all morning just watching you, walking without making any sound around you, sizing you up while licking his lips. These past weeks you were all over each other every night and now that you finally took a whole week off, he didn't touch you the first day at all? Strange. You definitely felt something was coming though. You were excited, nervous, you felt his eyes all over your body that left a trail of warm in your body. Acting occupied, as if you really had something to do even if the house was impecable, just so you could calm yourself to no avail.

He felt you and he liked seeing you nervous, anticipating his next move. How fucking amazing you looked, how delicious you smelled, his hunger grew and grew for you, excitement to have you for a full week to pleasure each other...

A growl froze you in place making you drop whatever you had in your hands. You turned slowly towards him only to almost collide with his chest.

A rough hand pulled you into him as he burried his nose in your hair.

"Mine." He grinded into you, hand on your ass. "My fucking mate." He breathed you in. "Mine."

He lifted you up without any struggle, just moving a little to press your back against the wall.

"So fucking perfect." He grinned at you then leaned to kiss your neck. "Fuck, you smell ready for me already..." he'd whine, spreading more your legs to adjust himself between them, tights gripped hard. "My sweet little mate..." he'd bite down the same spot he kissed. "I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't remember your own name." He promised and be sure to not wear many clothes because he'd rip them off you.

× impregnation kink; if you don't want pups right away [ ye, he calls em pups ] it's no problem, but you should definitely consider any sort of birth control, condoms...

× beg him to fill you up and he's done, he'll lose himself into you completely

× praise kink would hit again but this time telling you how sexy you'd look with his pups inside of you

× if you did find a method of birth control early on and you're safe, he's gonna fill you up and then finger you while you still had his cum inside, keeping it there while you rode through another orgasm

× mother-fucking filthy about it too

You were exhausted, your bones felt like jelly as you stood in place in bed, legs now opened for him as he admired his hard work. His cock stood proud as he jerked it off to the sight of you, cunt in his face stuffed with his semen, his fingers pushing any drop that dared to come out back inside.

"You took me so good, baby, look at you stuffed like the slut you are." He said after licking his lips. Precum ran over his hand as he pumped himself, head red and needy and both of you knew it wasn't over. "You're gonna take me one last time, understood?" He moved to your face, placing the fingers that were inside of you on your lips for you to lick, and did not need verbal confirmation since you took them in your mouth and sucked hard. He swore silently then grabbed you by the neck, getting close to your face. "So I've fucked you stupid, hah? Can't even say a word back? Can't fucking tell me how much you want me to break that cunt of yours until you see the stars, baby?" He mocked through a grin.

Even as exhausted as you were, you knew he'd take care of you, so when you finally regained the strength to touch his cheek, just the way you learned he liked, tenderly even when he fucked you like a pornstar, you threw him over the edge again... with a few simple words.

"Fill me up, daddy, give me your pups..." you begged in a whisper, curving your body to meet his, rubbing yourself into him.

The maniacal way his face contorted made you regain all your energy back in an instant.

He'd lift your lower part up and trust into you like a mad beast after opening your pussy up and spreading his cum over it to lube you up.

"I'm— gonna— fill— you— up—" he'd say between hard trusts, watching with lust as your tits bounced and you threw your head back.

The bed was a mess, cum leaked from inside of you, you were covered in hickeys and bite-marks, you begged his name like a broken record. He'd lose himself in the moment, falling into your body, hugging you tightly while rutting into you, reaching both of your releases.

× after the rut he's more laid back, both of you would need some time to just rest

× but he'd be very attentive, much like a prolonged aftercare

× he'd take care of you, do everything for you and even feel bad thinking he might've hurt you, even if it wasn't the case

× will hold you close in silence, enjoying your presence, will kiss your temple and just havung you in his arms

× has considered you as his mate from very early, even before you actually got together as a couple officially but after this, you're bonded together, since mating is very important for his species and as I clarified in the sfw version, wolves [ and wolves hybrids ] mate for life;

× will whisper how much he loves you into your neck as he holds you.

Tags: @bakugous-mamas @tspice283 so sorry to a couple of people that reblogged and asked to be tagged too, I've been searchin but I can't find you 😭😭

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha #bakugou x reader #hybrid!au #hybrid!bakugou #noire writes

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roanniom · 3 years

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hey! thanks for opening requests. could you do a charlie X soft dom!reader smut with the line 'let me take care of you'?

Hi anon, yes I can! Let’s see what we can do to help Charlie out. Hope this is to your liking!

Pressure

Charlie Barber x Soft Dom!Reader

Word Count: 1,763

Warnings: N S F W, language, soft dom/sub, oral sex (male receiving)

Charlie’s had a long day. It’s the price of being a leader, of always having to have the answers, no matter who is asking and no matter the question. As far as his company is concerned, the buck stops with him, and lately it seems things have been going wrong almost as often as they’ve been going right. You know it’s just the ebb and flow of the business. Charlie knows that, too. But it doesn’t stop him from returning to your apartment weary and worn, weighed down by choices he still has to make and problems he still has to solve.

When you hear the front door open and close, you walk cautiously into the living room, wondering what mood Charlie will be in today. Sometime it’s a maelstrom – a flurry of curses and listing of concerns and retelling of grievances. On those days Charlie needs someone who can keep up. Who can challenge his irrational assumptions and provide alternative solutions.

Today, however, Charlie is quiet. He is sitting on the couch, not even having bothered to remove his coat. This Charlie is more defeated than frustrated. He’s slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees and head in his hands. You know this Charlie.

And you know what he needs.

Without a word you make your way over to him and kneel before his open knees. When he doesn’t look up, you grasp his forearms to pull his face from his hands. Bleary eyes look back at you from underneath a mop of tousled hair. Running his hands through it is one of his nervous habits, and one look at the state of his waves tells you all you need to know about this particular day.

“Hi,” he says quietly. You don’t respond. Instead, you let go of his arms to grasp his knees, dragging your hands up and down over the muscles of his meaty thighs. He reaches a hand to touch your hair but you swat him away.

You sit up taller and press a kiss to his willing mouth. One of your hands continues to knead his right thigh while the other slides up his chest to work nimbly at the buttons of his rumpled dress shirt. He groans when one hand makes contact with the expanse of skin beneath his collar bone just as the other slides over the space where his leg meets his pelvis. The latter hand follows the curve of his leg inward, to high on his inner thigh and the place where his pants are tenting quite proudly.

Your left hand rubs his right nipple while your right traces the rigid outline of his cock through the fabric. His massive hand closes over your smaller one, adding pressure on his lap that you had previously not afforded him. You withdraw your left hand from his open shirt and grab his wrist. Wordlessly you move it, placing his open palm firmly down on the couch beside him. Charlie pouts from above you.

“But - ” His words die on his lips when you give him a stern look. His chin trembles but he behaves, gripping the couch tightly on both sides of his spread legs now.

You lightly press against his abdomen so that he leans his weary body against the back of the couch instead of slouching over. He complies, head lolling against the cushion as he releases a long, shaking breath.

You stroke his now-throbbing length more firmly through his pants and lean in. Your open mouth hovers over his lap, getting as close as you can without touching. Your hot breath dampens the fabric just a bit and he tenses all over in anticipation. Slowly, oh so slowly, your hot open mouth descends onto his clothed cock, wetting the fabric and making Charlie buck up into your face and grab the back of your neck with one of the hands previously relegated to gripping the couch.

You lean back immediately and Charlie looks sheepish behind black-blown pupils.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“Sit on your hands,” you say simply. Charlie shakes his head.

“But I…I want to touch you.”

“You don’t get to touch me,” you say, cupping your own breast as you say it, as though providing a visual aid for exactly what it is he cannot have. Charlie swallows audibly.

“Please.” He’s breathing harder. You’ve barely touched him, but his tension needs an outlet like the steam in a pressure cooker. And you’re teasingly fingering his release valve.

His face crumples when you shake your head and you’re quick to soothe him.

“You don’t get to touch me because I want you to just lie back and feel me touching you.” Your words are quiet, and not even particularly lewd, but Charlie’s eyes flutter closed and he melts back into the couch, shifting obediently so his hands are beneath him.

“That’s a good Charlie,” you coo. You unbutton and unzip his pants to finally release his aching cock. It’s practically swollen with need, shining at the tip with precum that looks just too tantalizing not to taste. So you do taste it, licking a fat stripe from the underside of his cock, over the head, and across the top of his shaft. Charlie shudders beneath your touch but doesn’t break the rules, hands still firmly beneath him.

You tease his tip for a while, swirling your tongue around it as your hand grips him, stroking slowly up from the root. Charlie’s feet shuffle slightly against the floor on either side of you. He’s clearly working very hard to stop himself from thrusting up into you again. He hisses when you dig the nails of both of your hands into his thighs and drag up till you reach his abdomen, where you splay your hands over his lower belly. Feeling it rise and fall with each shallow breath.

You look up at him from between his legs until he opens his eyes and looks back down at you when he realizes you’ve stopped moving. He swallows his groan at the sight of you. On your knees between his, big eyes staring up at him as his cock bobs not even a centimeter from your wet, plump lips. When you speak, your lips ghost his tip, hot breath washing over his cock, making it twitch.

“Let me take care of you, Charlie.”

He nods and you lower your mouth slowly onto him, never breaking eye contact. The feeling of your hot, wet mouth brings him immediate relief from the agony of waiting for more contact, but it only amps up his desire to be fucking in and out of you. In any way that you will allow him.

He whimpers as you begin to move, taking him in and out, your tongue cushioning the underside of his cock as your jaw widens to take him ever deeper.

“Oh fuck,” he lets out, gasping when he realizes he’s spoken out loud. He watches you warily, not sure if that, too, is against the rules. You nod around his cock in response and he understands. Touching is off limits. But noise? Noise is on the table.

With your permission squared away, Charlie becomes more vocal in tiny increments. His whimpers turn into whines, pulled from his throat in a strangled way that runs straight to your clit. You swallow him down, taking him more fully into your throat with each movement, and Charlie lets out a quiet yelp. You’re letting him make sounds, but he is still keeping it down, afraid to shatter the intimacy of the moment.

“Oh my god. Oh god oh yes.” His words are tense and whispered through gritted teeth. Your grip moves back to his thighs for leverage as you begin moving up and down over his cock more frantically. One hand moves to cup his balls, feeling them tense, knowing he’s close.

“Feel so good. So good to me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck…oh shit…fuck – fuck me!”

“God. Please. Oh god…”

He’s babbling almost incoherently now, squirming in his seat, hands still beneath him like you asked. His face is scrunched up, having lost the ability to maintain eye contact some time ago in the onslaught of all this pleasure.

You drop your head down abruptly, gagging yourself almost forcefully on his pulsing cock. The tip presses deeply against the back of your throat and you make choking and sputtering sounds, but succeed in holding it there. One hand wraps around the base of his cock and squeezes upward, milking the part of him that you can’t fit down your throat.

All of this drives him wild in a way he can’t possibly express. But what does it is the feeling of your other hand, creeping back up to splay on the soft lower belly again, pressing down against him. Your thumb brushes back and forth at the skin there and he cums. Violently down your throat, finally thrusting up into you involuntarily, beyond gone at this point. A guttural moan fills the room and you swallow what he gives you. All the while caressing him his skin softly.

When his hips stop bucking you pull off of him and wipe your mouth, gazing up to find him looking absolutely obliterated. His clothes are still mainly on, just open and askew, pushed haphazardly aside to expose glimpses of his naked skin below. A slight sheen of sweat coats his chest and his face is flushed, mouth open as he takes in deep breaths. He looks like he wants to cry, or like he’s been crying and this is the cathartic aftermath, shudders racking his body.

You climb up onto the couch beside him and tug at his arms to get him to release the hands he’s been sitting on. He pulls his hands out as you wish but places them on his lap, palms up. Still following your no-touching instructions. Your good Charlie, through and through.

You grasp his arms and drape them around you, assisting him in pulling you closer. You pull on the back of his neck encouraging his face to fall down to your chest, which it does. His cheek presses into the swell of your breasts and he presses his lips to the cleft of your cleavage in the softest of kisses.

You continue to hold him like that for a long while. Your thumb caressing a swath of exposed skin. He’ll still have choices to make and problems to solve later. But for now he feels empty of worry with his arms so full of you.

~*~

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*I promise you guys I’m done tagging you in my smutty thoughts for the day lol. It’s been a whirlwind 24 hrs of content.

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kaminobiwan · 4 years

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rest & relaxation

pairing: captain rex x engineer!reader

summary: bathtime n bedtime. (that means y’all get nakey nakey)

a/n: this isn’t smut, but I did make a sex joke here and there. but, I wanted to let it be known that clothes are off for those who want to avoid that. requested by two anons! one of them was from so long ago but here is Rex getting tucked in for you babes, as well as extra fluff for the anon from two days ago. this is basically my nighttime routine with the cap added in. enjoy loves! + my taglist

After a long day of staring at holos of preparatory battle plans and debriefings, Rex is simply exhausted.

Staring at a screen for hours on end tired him out more than any battle ever could — and he’d known that for sure, since he’d just escaped relatively unscathed from not one, but two encounters with a wild and rampant Zillo Beast. The following week had seen endless piles of bureaucratic bantha-shit, and his role as first-in-command to the Jedi that had been pivotal in saving the Chancellor meant that he was rewarded with the privilege of filling out the mountains of damage reports to the city. Returning to actual military work had been a small relief, but not enough to soothe his raging irritation. Once he’d dismissed Echo from their brainstorming at sundown, he’d felt the oncoming ache in his joints from sitting hunched over too long.

So when you’d approached him in the command center with Hardcase and Kix in tow, adorning scheming grins and bouncing with uncontained excitement, he hadn’t had the energy to even look suspicious.

“Don’t you have work to do, all of you?” He glances at your hands, free from the trademark mechanic’s gloves that usually cover them. You’re tapping your fingers against your leg, a habit he’d come to realize was a signal you were keeping something from him. But in this case, it seemed like you were dying to tell him.

“Oh, we’ve got a piece of work alright,” you reassure him, motioning for the boys behind you to grab each of Rex’s arms. “It’s you.”

He erupts in a chorus of protests when they begin to usher him none-too-gently after you, and glowers at Hardcase when the trooper simpers, “Trust us, Cap. Lady’s orders.”

You send a satisfied smirk over your shoulder, and the view from behind the determined strut of your walk was the only thing keeping him from wrenching out of his brothers’ grips.

———

He’s questions aren’t answered until he’s released at the front of your quarters, two hallways down from the rest of the bunks and his own room. You punch in the access code and then he’s pushed in, and after he sends a glare to the three of you, he stands confusedly in the middle of the room, still unobliged in his request for an explanation.

But then, he sees it — the hunk of metal shoved halfway into the refresher, too long to fit completely inside. It’s filled halfway with water, your detachable showerhead bubbling at the bottom as it fills the basin higher.

It’s...a tub.

“Surprise!” Hardcase shouts, face reflecting his full-blown elation. “Do you like it?”

Rex turns, mind still racing to connect the dots. “Like what?”

“We all thought you could do with a day off,” your hands land on his armor, pulling off his arm sleeves first, then his pauldron. “Think of it as a spa day.”

“And if you refuse to cooperate, I’ll officially mark you down for mandatory bed-rest.” Kix chimes in. “You’re due for some, anyway.”

The gesture isn’t lost upon him, your peppy faces beaming at him, but Rex is so fully drained that he can’t even express his gratitude out loud. Thankfully, it doesn’t seem to need to be said.

“Come on, get naked!” Hardcase cheers, but it’s interrupted by a jab in the side from Kix. “I mean, after we leave, of course.”

Kix shoots the both of you a knowing wink, and promptly shoves his vod back out into the hall. You trigger the door’s release to shut it, and then you’re alone.

He stares at you.

“Well, you heard him, Captain.” A roguish smile hangs across your features as your eyes flicker downwards. “Get naked.”

———

You’d gotten into the water first, testing out the temperature, then beckoned him to lay back against you so you could shampoo his hair. He’d raised an eyebrow at the violet liquid collecting in your palm, but you’d insisted. “It’ll keep the bleach job from getting brassy,” you explained. “Unless you want hair like Crys.”

He’d winced at the prospect, and no more convincing was needed. He’d gladly let you do whatever you wanted to him if it meant preserving his trademark dusty blonde.

Now, as you work at his scalp, Rex feels the tension leave his body for the first time in what feels like months.

His appreciation simmers deep in his middle, pleasured feelings he doesn’t know how to describe washing over him the same way the small waves do with every swish of his legs in the tub. In the back of his mind, a voice calls him undeserving, but it’s quickly silenced by your own reminders he’d memorized, an attempt to undo his depreciative self-image. He’s been working on that, thanks to you.

Regardless, the nag to reciprocate your kindness remains. He should be doing something for you, too. Repay you, get you a gift or something. Return the favor.

Rex is a man of action, after all.

Words and action alike fail him, however, when your fingernails drag across the sensitive spot behind his ears and brush up, collecting the lather at the crown of his head.

You snicker. “Feel good?”

He nods, unable to speak with his mouth hanging open from the sensation.

“You look like you have a mohawk.”

“Don’t care what I look like, so long as you keep doin’ that.”

Without another word, you comply, and he doesn’t realize he’s falling asleep until it’s too late.

———

It’s his own snoring that wakes him up, then the rush of water filling his nostrils as he slips underneath the surface.

“Kriff!” A series of coughs and splashes draws your attention to his flailing form gripping the sides of the tub, in the middle of drying your hair at the sink. Your concern quickly dissolves into amusement, though, when he releases another string of curses in Mando’a.

“Those are new.”

His hacking is muffled into the towel you’ve handed him, and he turns a glare of betrayal towards you as he splutters. “‘S not-ack-funny.”

You swallow a laugh and opt to kiss the top of his head instead, conceding in favor of his pride. “You’re right, sweetheart. It’s not funny,” he blows his nose into the cloth as he stumbles out of the bath. “It’s hilarious.”

He gets you back by throwing his makeshift tissue at your freshly cleaned face.

After he’d dried off and you’d reapplied your nighttime products — though there really wasn’t a need to wash up again, there wasn’t any snot on your face, he’d checked — the limb-loosening heat of his bath had sunk in fully, drowsiness returning like a sheet of Kaminoan rain. You’d made cooing noises at his ‘adorable sleepy face’, and he was too weary to reject the compliment, even less so as you swept behind him and pulled him to sit on the bed between your legs.

Your arms squeeze around his chest tightly in a split second hug before releasing him, but your touch returns soon enough, accompanied by the sweet smell of the lotion you begin to massage firmly into his shoulders. Deft fingers rub the expanse of his scarred chest, and Rex holds in a groan at the sensation.

As you lean down to lay kisses along his clavicle, he smirks, “Should’ve told me to keep my pants off if you wanted to do this.”

At once, your hands freeze, and then you’re craning around him to look him head on. “Do what, Rex?”

The unimpressed expression on your face is enough to clue him in that this hadn’t been leading to where he thought it was, and he gulps as you raise a brow at him expectantly. “Um…”

“I’m not lubing you up to jack you off, di’kut.” A swat at his abs has him jerking upwards. Those Mando’a lessons were really backfiring on him. “That’s not what the lotion is for.”

“Well, according to Jesse…” Another swat, this time followed by a pinch. “Ow! Okay, sorry!”

You’re not mad, despite the way you roll your eyes, he can tell by the subtle tittering exhales as you hide a chuckle. He relaxes further into your body, back curving against your stomach. Your massaging resumes, and he lets his head roll backwards onto your shoulder. You turn your head to peck his cheek. “It’s lavender, for stress relief.”

And Rex thinks that his assumption could just as well be stress relief all the same, but he’s secretly grateful. After the day he’s had, he’s ready to just huddle close and fall asleep in your arms.

You finish a few minutes later, though not before the pull of sleep hangs heavy on Rex’s eyelids. Still, he catches the affectionate smile playing on your lips as you maneuver him to lay down fully. Though he knows that logically, every cot on base is the same standard sorry excuse for a mattress, your bed always seems to be the most comfortable. But just as you reach for the government-issued blanket at his feet, one last craving for your skin on his is enough to fight off his coming slumber.

He surges upwards with the last of his strength, hands gripping your hips softly and lips meeting their mark in a sweet kiss. Your mouth twists into a wider smile against him, and as you clamber over him in a slow motion dance of fumbled crawling, his head finds its place back onto the pillows, faces still connected.

“Rex.”

He hums dazedly, contentment thrumming through his veins. Maker, you’re so warm.

“You’re tired, Rex.” To his disappointment, you separate from him, but it’s placated by the look of fondness shining in your star-filled eyes. You gift him another kiss on the corner of his mouth, and he’s so struck by your reverence that he barely moves his lips to reciprocate. He’s weak at your touch, even weaker at your devotion. You make him feel treasured. You make him feel loved.

You say so, the same time he does. “I love you.”

A hushed giggle escapes you, and his cheeks sing with his adoration. It buzzes in the air, louder when you pull the covers across the both of you, shielding out the rest of the world with the thin blanket. His toes twitch at the cold air when they’re uncovered in favor of your impromptu fort, but the comforting weight of your body atop him is worth more than chilly feet in the night. Underneath the cheap fabric tented by your head, he is safe from any cold or evil.

Your grin, heavy-eyed and childish, is the last thing he sees as he finally slips out of consciousness. “Thank you,” he whispers, still smiling. “For everything.”

You nestle into the crook of his neck, and murmur a command into his ear. “Go to sleep.”

Like a good soldier, he follows your orders.

#rini writes #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #very choppy but i think it's okay #rex deserves all the looove #wanna hug him like a koala bear #also me writing that last line: 👀#anyways love you guys #hope you enjoy

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trash-writings · 4 years

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Hello~ I hope it's possible to request something sexy for the original little giant x fem!reader? Tenma is way too pretty and accomplished to not be fuckin' on the regular. Maybe a one-night stand or a fling with a manga fan?

I love writing for Tenma! I hope this is enjoyable!

Three times a week the same man enters the coffee shop. Three times a week he orders the same drink. And three times a week he smiles at you and thanks you for the coffee, leaving a rather nice tip for a single drink. You knew who he was, of course, most people did but didn’t say anything about his visits. Instead, you and the other workers politely chatted with him when he made conversation and some gossiped after he left.

Tenma Udai, up and coming manga artist with enticing dark features. Each time he looked at you with those grey eyes you wanted to melt into the floor where you stood behind the counter. Today was no different, he ordered his coffee and asked how your day was before politely leaving a tip and walking back out. Your eyes followed him out of the shop and down the street until he was out of your vision.

You lean against the counter, elbows holding your head up as you wish he’d stayed just a little longer. Your shift ends soon, collecting your tips from your apron you notice a white slip of paper between a few of the bills.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx ~Tenma

Your face heats with flattery. Your pining after him now came down to this moment. Should you text him now or wait until you’re home and relaxed? Or will your nerves get to you by then? Fuck it.

“Hi, it’s (y/n) from the coffee shop!”

Your fingers shook as you typed the message out. Before you even close out of your messages you notice him typing back, the ellipses giving him away. You frantically hit the home button not wanting to answer too soon and seem needy before you’ve properly had a conversation with him.

“Hey! I’m glad you got my note!”

His enthusiasm in the text makes you smile. Your entire walk home you find it difficult to look up from your phone. Tenma is a great conversationalist, and you find him easy to talk to. His use of emojis hinted at flirtation, but you were unsure if he was meaning to flirt or just friendly… until he invited you out for drinks.

You checked yourself out in the mirror one last time before grabbing your purse and leaving. The bar was close to your apartment so you opt to walk. When you walk in you spot his dark curls and pretty features from the entrance. You take a deep breath calming your nerves before crossing the room to sit at one of the booths with him.

“(Y/n)!” He greets you standing up. You smile sweetly sliding onto the cold leather of the booth seat. He takes his place back at the one across from you. “I went ahead and ordered a couple drinks, I hope you don’t mind!”

“Oh, thank you!” You tell fiddling your fingers under the table. “Thanks for inviting me out!” The small talk is awkward at first, and you know there’s no way around it.

“No need. I’m happy to see you outside of your job. You look cute in an apron, but hot in that dress.” Your cheeks heat up again. You take a small sip of the drink he ordered you, it burns going down.

“Thank you,” biting your lip and your eyes meet his own after a moment of awkward silence. His relaxed smile and bright eyes are inviting, making you feel at ease. “It’s nice seeing you outside of work as well. I enjoy it when you come by.”

Tenma’s lazy smile turns upwards more. “Your eyes follow me around the shop. I like it. I mostly come by to see you,” he admits leaning forward. His fingertips trace small circles on the back of your hand. Each small movement captivates your attention.

“You’re full of shit,” you laugh after finishing your drink.

“Seriously” he exclaims. “I have a coffee maker at home. Given, I’m shit at brewing good coffee. But a certain pretty face does encourage me to make the walk to that shop instead of drinking my own.” By the end of the sentence, he’s no longer just tracing circles on your hand, he’s completely intertwined his fingers with yours.

A few more drinks in and you find that Tenma truly holds his alcohol well. While you stopped after just two he’s on his third… no fourth, and he’s clearly still level headed. His nature is much wilder than you expected, guiding the conversation smoothly and drawing you in. You find it much easier to open up now after the added liquid confidence. When he asked you to dance, you resisted. Now though as his hands hold your hips close to his own and you move to the music you feel the confidence in yourself just growing more and more around him.

“(Y/n)?” you look up at the sound of your name. Tenma’s eyes are intense, something you’d never experienced from him before. He tilts his head slightly then moves in closer. His breath is hot against your lips before his lips meet yours. His kiss is soft but full of need. Your body fits against his with ease as he closes the small distance that was left from dancing. Any awareness of being in public leaves you, the desire for his touch more important.

Your hands grip his shirt at his chest, holding onto him tightly while his hands pull your hips into his roughly. He breaks the kiss, looking around the crowded room once before leaning forward, his lips millimeters from your ear.

“Is it cliche to say ‘let's get out of here’ or would you prefer something more sophisticated?” His words make you laugh.

“Let’s get out of here is just fine,” you answer with a small giggle. Tenma kisses you once more, full of excitement before taking your hand and leading you out of the bar. The warm air hit you as you trailed behind him, obviously amped to be heading back to his home.

“Slow down, crazy! I can’t keep up.” You whine stumbling in your heels.

He stops, turning towards you and laughing. “Sorry, I forgot not everyone enjoys a brisk walk.”

“Shut up,” you stick your tongue out at him. Tenma moves quickly, taking you by surprise. His mouth is on yours, leaving your tongue in his mouth while he sucks lightly on it. Every inch of you heats up, the sensation is overwhelming and so sudden. You groan pulling him closer, taking your tongue back into your mouth.

“Aw, that’s not nice.” He whines moving your hair from your face. You roll your eyes in response then kiss him once more. “My place is close unless you’ve changed your mind.” His hands trail down your sides, slowly but surely inching closer to your bare thighs where the dress ends.

“Then stop distracting me, let's go!” You move his hand from you, not wanting to go any further on the sidewalk where people could easily see you.

Tenma walks slower this time, accommodating you. He talks about trivial topics for the first few minutes before letting the conversation drop and the noises of the city surround you. His apartment is much larger than you’d expected, and you take in the simple manner it's decorated. However, much of your focus is on the owner rather than it’s contents.

He’s kissing you the second your shoes are off, no longer fearing anyone finding you both in a compromised state. Clothing scatters the floor leading to his bedroom. You lay back against his bed propping yourself up with your elbows, left in only your bra and thong you’d worn under the dress. Tenma stands at the foot of the bed now, giving you time to admit him. He’d mentioned he used to play some sport that you’ve forgotten between drinks and the intense several minutes leading up to now. He must have kept up with his workout routine, and it shows.

“Are you still okay with this?” He smiles at you, looking in your eyes rather than at your body. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.” Something about the way he speaks makes you want to reach out and tell him it’s okay. He must not feel the confidence he exudes so naturally.

“I’m basically naked on your bed, in your home. I want this.” You smile at him before sitting up to meet him as he leans down to kiss you. He crawls on the bed on top of you, hands finding your breasts. He squeezes them once before his lips trail down your jaw to your neck. You arch your back letting his fingers unclasp your bra. His lips continue moving down your neck, to your collarbone, until he wraps his lips around one nipple.

You move your right hand to his head, pushing his hair back to how his face while his tongue teases your nipple. You moan softly, slightly embarrassed by how easily he’s pleasing you by just this little action. He releases your right nipple, moving to the left while his fingers take his place on your right. He doesn’t stay in one place for too long, soon he’s leaving wet kisses down your stomach before reaching the lace covering your pelvis. His fingers slip under the fabric on each side before pulling it off your body and tossing them behind him. You let out a shaky breath as his tongue slowly laps at your wet cunt. He’s slow and teasing at first, before settling into a sweet pace. He sucks lightly at your clit before he slips a single finger in you, stretching you slightly while you moan.

You tug at his hair when a second enters you. Curses mixed with slurred versions of his name escape your lips. His fingers pumping in and out of you mixed with his tongue teasing your clit starts to break the tension forming in your lower stomach. His lips release your clit.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby, come on.” His encouragement sends you over the edge. You cum moaning his name and gripping at his bedspread as if it's holding you together.

“Tenma,” you try pulling him up on your body. He assists you, now completely pressed against you while you kiss him deeply. The taste of yourself on his lips mixed with the faint flavor of his bourbon leaves your head spinning. You trail your hand down his body until you slip it into his underwear. His cock is already hard, making it easy to stroke him. He releases a small hissing sound before moaning your name against your lips.

“Let me help you,” he pushes himself up on his knees above you. He pulls his underwear down over his thoughts before leaning back over you kicking them the rest of the way off. He positions himself with you before holding a hand out to your mouth. “Spit,” he orders.

You give him a puzzled look before he asks again. You obliged, despite feeling embarrassed by it. He smiles at you while you do it. He rubs the spit on his length before sliding into you abruptly. The stretch feels wonderful despite worrying about accommodating his size. You now understand his desire for more lubrication.

“Oh my god,” You groan as he starts to thrust into you slowly. His thumb rubs your cheek gently before he starts thrusting faster, harder, and much deeper. Eventually, he pushes your legs up towards your chest letting you throw them around his shoulders while he fucks you much deeper.

His hands on your hips hold you still while you cry out with each deep thrust. He rubs your clit with his thumb, the rest of his palms pressing down on your stomach intensifying each thrust in you. Again, the tension builds on you, much tighter this time. Before you even warn him you cum crying his name. Your walls clench around him tightly making him moan loudly with you. His thrusts become sloppy, his eyes close with concentration.

He pulls out, cumming on your stomach. The hot liquid pools on you making it impossible to get up without spilling it on his bed. Tenma tosses you a towel after cleaning himself. You wipe the cum from you then sit up.

“If you’re up for it, you can shower with me!” Tenma tells you before pecking you on the lips. His energy clearly still has not drained.

#tenma udai #tenma udai x reader #tenma x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 4 years

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Somebody Sweet to Talk To ❁︎ 𝐓𝐖𝐎

Pairing: Harry Osborn x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

A/N: the ending of the chapter might be abrupt/clunky but I promise it’s intentional and will completely make sense very soon.

Gif credit: @lovingpostit

Summary & Warnings || Series Masterlist

𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

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The morning was too relaxed to be real. It was like Tony and Bruce knew you had a supposed date— which they probably did because Peter must’ve been still annoyed— and they were waiting for you to either say something or show a sign of nervousness.

You weren’t sure if you should be nervous when the date wasn’t real. The prospect of being around people threatened to make you feel uncomfortable, but you were perfectly capable of handling crowds for small amounts of time. Besides, how long could you and Harry take to eat?

At 1:30 you were ready, comfortable with how your makeup looked and happy with the way your outfit didn’t accentuate the parts of your body you liked the less.

At 1:45 Tony paced in front of your bedroom door, thinking you wouldn’t hear him. He was probably worried due to it being your supposed first date and all— you couldn’t blame him, the closest you had been to have a proper relationship had gone so bad the guy had turned into a supervillain and was now dead.

At 1:55 F.R.I.D.A.Y let you know Harry was at the door asking for you. You picked your purse up from the bed and left your bedroom, smiling at Tony without showing your teeth. Tony smiled back, opened his mouth to say something he seemed to regret even thinking, and wished for you to have fun with a kiss on your forehead.

Peter caught up with you as you passed the lab, where he had been talking to Bruce, and walked with you toward the door. Harry was waiting with his hands in his pockets, smiling in the same way you had done to Tony when he saw you.

“Take care of her.”

You squinted, frowning at the same time. Did your crush think you didn’t know how to take care of yourself? It wasn’t the first time Peter insinuated you needed to be watched or taken care of as if you were a child.

Harry nodded sharply before focusing solely on you. “Ready?”

You nodded too, prompting him to open the entrance door for you. The thought of insisting for him to walk out first was tempting, but you needed to look at least mildly comfortable around him so you sucked it up and strut past both men.

Harry didn’t take more than five seconds to get out of the building, letting the door open for Peter to close. You almost laughed at the gesture but were able to keep it to yourself.

Thoughtfully so, he chose a table on the terrace of the restaurant. The table was close to the handrail, giving you a perfect view of the water fountain surrounded by flowers and bushes. The sight was pretty, and under the umbrella covering you from that time around the sun, you saw him fix his attention on it.

The order was placed in mere minutes, the drinks served immediately. He took a sip first, now watching you. You looked deep in thought, eyes vacant and the muscles in your forehead twitching.

Taking yourself out of your self-absorption, you took a sip of your drink too while blinking rapidly. The reminder of your father not having called in two weeks you bestowed upon your own self needed to be cut short— it wasn’t really unusual for him to not keep contact, but you had expected him to try harder since you started living with The Avengers.

“Gwen said Peter was angry last night.” It was a shitty thing to break the silence with, he realized once the words left his mouth.

“Yeah. I thought you wouldn’t tell him anything until today, to be honest.”

“It’s always better to tell him things when he’s with Gwen because that’s what I always do, that way she calms him down. It would be suspicious if I stop doing it, don’t you think?”

“Can’t argue with that.” You hoped you were masking your surprise by how assertively thoughtful he was.

The meal was silent, not dreadfully but silent nonetheless. He tried to come up with something to say and yet nothing was worthy. That had to change quickly, you would see each other daily now and needed to be comfortable around the other— at least enough to pass as a couple.

“Tell me something about yourself.”

You considered the request. “Oranges are my favorite fruit.”

“Why? It’s hard to get them to taste the same.”

“They’re endearingly vexing.”

He chuckled, taking his wallet out to pay the bill. You did the same, but he shook his head and dropped the money onto the table. “I asked you out, that means I pay.” You stared at him, trying to remind him you weren’t really going out. He seemed to get the hint because he sighed heavily and added: “next time you’ll pay, happy?”

Humming, you made a motion with your hand for him to lead the way.

As you followed him, he spoke, knowing you’d hear him just fine. “It’s too early to get you home.”

“I’m not fond of big crowds and it’s a Saturday, they’ll understand.”

Harry repeated the gesture of opening a door for you many times that afternoon. You supposed he was trying to get used to acting chivalrous for the sake of the fake relationship because you had never seen him do that with his conquests.

Buckling yourself in, you placed your purse on your lap while he introduced the key in the clutch and turned the engine on— he didn’t pull from the parking lot, though. He turned to look at you, wordlessly, and then sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“Because we were only getting lunch.”

Humming, he turned his attention past the steering wheel to make sure everything was alright with the car and actually pulled toward the road.

You looked out of the window while he drove. The silence didn’t bother you as much as the fact you had to get used to him or tell him this was a bad idea. Peter’s reaction to a simple date made you harbor some hope, and Harry was his best friend so he could be right by thinking something else was going on...

Gwen’s car was parked in the same parking spot as always. The blonde was probably over to do the homework she and Peter skipped the day before. Harry didn’t simply drop you off, he walked you to the door and brushed your fingers with his to gain your attention.

Blinking rapidly, you turned your head back to look at him, keys in hand. He nodded upward so you’d open the door, fingers now intertwining with yours. Both tensed when he did it so you noisily fiddled with the lock to gain some time. He gave your hand a squeeze as reassurance that it was okay and you hesitated for a few seconds before pushing the door open.

He faked a chuckle once you were inside. “How come you walked so slowly last night and now you’re dragging me around the building?”

“I didn’t walk slowly, your strides are wider than mine.” You tugged on his hand as you passed Gwen’s and Peter’s field of vision.

The blonde winked at them with a smile, happy that the date had gone well. The same couldn’t be said about Peter who was staring at your hands hoping the intensity of his gaze would be enough to make them part.

Overwhelmed, you guided him to the backyard where you could breathe enough air. Both sat on the patio steps, looking at Buttercup, the family dog as Bucky called her, who happily nibbled on a bone on the grass just past the concrete. You were close, he had to throw an arm around your neck so both could be comfortable— it was a good position for what you were doing in public so you didn’t say anything about it but for a moment wondered how weird it looked from behind.

It was a bad day for getting insecure. Bucky was an expert at spotting when you were in a bad mood or feeling less because of your weight, you didn’t want to worry him.

The dog caught a glimpse of you and jumped to a standing position to walk toward you. Harry watched every move with his entire attention; the way the dog nuzzled against your knee, how your hand instinctively flew to the dog’s head to pet it slowly. Harry also felt the tension leaving the shoulder against his as the dog kept being spoiled.

“What do you usually do on Sunday?” he asked when the dog went back to her bone.

“Finishing pending things related to work, find something to read or watch, wait for the day to end.”

“You work on Sunday?”

“I’m not able to finish throughout the week sometimes.”

The ring of his cellphone made him jump, interrupting what he was about to say and prompting you to stand up so he could withdraw it comfortably. He did so, paling a little bit when reading the caller ID. He let it ring, scared of his father being loud enough for you to hear.

“I gotta go.”

“I’ll walk you out.”

Peter and Gwen were still doing homework when Harry told them goodbye followed by you who held the door open for him once in front of the main entrance. Loudly enough for the couple to hear, he told you he had an amazing time and promised to text you later.

You closed the door and wished for a millisecond that he didn’t have had to go. Shaking your head, knowing you were acting and thinking like a fool when you didn’t know the guy, you turned around and to not seem too suspicious entered the kitchen. The couple’s eyes were on you, probably waiting for a comment about the date, your first date.

Filling a glass with water, you hummed the first love song that crossed your mind. People did that in movies while in love and you had to act like you were falling in love— maybe you were going a bit too far by humming Can’t Help Falling in Love, and maybe now that you were halfway through your glass you could’ve stopped but the song was catchy.

A giggle behind you let you know you had done something right. “I’ve never heard you in such a good mood,” Gwen said from the table, no malice in her tone whatsoever.

You looked down in feigned bashfulness, placing the glass on the counter. “I’ve never heard ME in such a good mood.”

That was convincing to them, and it would probably convince most people around you too. What worried you was lying to Tony or Bucky.

Preferring to get into your pajamas to watch something on Netflix instead of worrying over your fake relationship or watching your crush playing with his girlfriend’s hair, you left the main floor in quite a hurry.

Not pleased with anything in the catalog, you put your headphones on, laying on your back as you stared up at the ceiling and playing your most mixed playlist for a change— a change of nothing because you would skip any song that wasn’t by your favorite artist.

A notification cut through the music. You lifted the cellphone from your belly, groaning when you saw the interruption was due to a text message from Harry.

When should we go out again?

Probably on a free day.

Friday night? Or sooner?

I don’t know. I’ve never done this, remember?

I hang out with Pete almost every day at your house, why don’t you join a day or two and then we go out on Friday?

Because I’m usually working when you hang out here, I do homework at school.

At what time do you finish?

When I’m done. Sometimes there’s nothing to do, but it’s not likely this week.

And start?

As soon as I get home from school.

I’ll see you at school and then we’ll see, but on Friday it would be natural to go out.

I could ask Tony if I can finish earlier if you want.

Perfect.

Unsure if that meant the conversation was over, you still locked the phone and tried to focus again on the music still playing through your headphones.

Dating sounded hard before, but fake dating took the cake. You supposed the fact that Harry was someone you were merely acquainted with could be making it harder than it should have— or not, maybe you weren’t suited for romance in general.

Sunday went by in the blink of an eye. There wasn’t much to do that day, and when dinner time arrived you were desperate for the week to end already. It was something that happened often because you dreaded having to attend school when you were more than well prepared already.

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“Hey.”

You lifted your head at the sound of Harry’s hushed voice. The people around you did the same, giving you both all the attention in the entire library by craning their necks, putting their pens down, and ceasing the flipping.

“Hey. You done for the day?”

“I am.” Watching him go around the table, you shifted in your seat to look at him as he sat down beside you. He pointed at your notebook, “how long?”

Technically, not much. You were only losing time by doing homework slowly to wait for Peter to be done. “An hour, maybe one and a half.”

He squinted, then pulled the notebook closer to read what you had been doing. He flipped through a few pages as people still stared at the two of you, huffing. Harry leaned closer to you so only you’d hear him whisper, “do you always finish homework when Peter finishes his classes?”

Fighting the shivers his whispers had sparked down your spine as hard as you could, you swallowed before whispering back. “It’s a coincidence.”

He hummed, moving his arm to open his backpack and take a few supplies out. You went back to your homework when he did that, interpreting it as his way of finishing the conversation.

Harry being there meant not being able to write as slowly as you had been doing before. It also meant people staring at every one of your movements to know what was he doing there.

Sadly, you were done in less than thirty minutes. When you closed the notebook he smirked, huffing it so you would know he had caught you. It unnerved you a little bit, having misjudged him so badly— you had always thought him to be a little dumb and extremely distracted, yet he hadn’t shown to be anything but assertive, observant, and intuitive.

To make things worse, when you got to the compound Tony told you the lab would be renovated so you had the entire week off unless a medical emergency occurred. You weren’t a workaholic by any means— or so you wanted to believe— but you liked your job, and it was the only thing that really distracted you from missing your parents and not feeling enough.

You sat in the living room with Peter, Gwen, and Harry; each ‘’couple’’ taking a couch. The three had homework to do so you kept yourself busy reading the latest updates on medical research. You could’ve been comfortable in your bedroom, but leaving your supposed... boyfriend... in the living room with his friends instead of spending time with him would look bad.

Letting your sight rest by looking around the room, your eyes landed on Harry. His hunched over form as he wrote made him look way smaller than he was. His concentration face entranced you, his left eye would twitch when he found an answer to whatever it was he was solving and his lips puckered out when he was deep in thought.

Catching the lift of his head, you quickly deviated your gaze toward the other people accompanying you. What the couple across the living room was doing didn’t really register in your brain, feeling eyes on you.

A backpack being zippered prompted Gwen to look at Harry. “Are you done already?!”

“Yeah, I started homework at school.”

At that, you turned to look at him again. You had thought he was just losing time back in the library. Shutting your laptop down, you stood up with it in your grasp, unsure if you should invite Harry to your room or something.

“Wanna watch a movie while they finish?” You asked, more smoothly than you thought you were capable of speaking.

He nodded, making a hand movement for you to lead the way.

You did so nervously, hearing him trail behind you as you walked through the hallway toward the stairs. The elevator would free you from the stress of him looking at your body for more time than socially needed, but it would also entail running into someone and you weren’t in the mood for anyone’s teasing.

Both of you trotted up in silence, Harry wondered why he felt torn between running away from there and follow your every step like a lost puppy. Maybe it was that he didn’t know you well, he knew the things that Peter would say but Peter was a little exaggerated sometimes.

He ran his eyes around your bedroom, analyzing it. Light-colored walls, two doors and a pair of the French kind neatly closed, a very comfortable looking couch... it was a normal room that you seemed to treasure as a sanctuary. There were few paintings hung on the walls, a television, and against one of the said walls a bookshelf that covered every centimeter of it filled to the brim with books and movies.

You placed the laptop on the bureau. “Make yourself comfortable.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, still looking around. It didn’t look like his room at all, nor like Peter’s, and it made him feel like he was entering a bedroom for the first time.

“What are you going to do the entire week?”

You shrugged, moving a pillow around the couch to sit down comfortably. “I don’t have a lot of hobbies... and getting into a new one would be pointless.”

“Are you going to tell me now why you waste your time around school until Pete’s classes are over?” Both his eyebrows were lifted as he shifted to rest his elbows on his knees, watching you intently.

“I—“ should you tell him the truth? What if he said something to Peter? A middle ground would be good... “I want to make sure he’s alright. Seeing him disappear in The Snap was hard.”

He hummed, “tell me more about you? Something that doesn’t have to do with Peter?”

You stuttered for a moment. Harry was making it sound like your life revolved around Peter— some things did because he was your closest friend, but not every single one of them.

The afternoon went by telling each other about themselves. You learned, between many more things, that he liked almost every food, had decided to become an environmental attorney because he admired his mom and wanted to continue with what he called her legacy, his favorite color was blue, wasn’t a morning person, preferred winter over summer— you had that in common,— was a fan of the Yankees, didn’t like American football, enjoyed mixing salty and sweet foods, and had always wanted to learn how to play chess.

He learned interesting facts about you too, you were definitely more peculiar than Peter had ever let anyone know. For example, you never went to the bathroom between 2:59 and 3:59 AM, your favorite color was black because it didn’t give you migraines, driving made you nervous, if you could be an animal you would be a tabby cat, you felt bad for being scared of snakes and considered them interesting animals you wished to treasure due to how misunderstood they were, liked sports but had never been good at any of them, and there wasn’t anything that relaxed you more than the sight and sound of the rain.

The door opened, Peter blinking rapidly at the sight of both of his best friends sat on the floor, your knees touching as you explained to Harry the names of each chess piece. Both snapped your heads toward the entrance of the room, waiting for whatever Peter was going to say or do.

“Gwen and I are going for ice cream and she wants you two to come.”

“We’ll be there in a moment,” Harry assured his best friend. Peter nodded and stood there for a couple of seconds before closing the door once again.

You inhaled sharply. Did Harry understand that he had just accepted going on a double date or were you hallucinating and it was a casual thing? The date would be fake for you, but a date nonetheless.

He elbowed you on the side. “Come on, it’s a good chance to see how he acts.”

Nodding, you slowly started storing the chess pieces. He helped so you would hurry up, almost teasingly.

“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” he asked, fixing his hair while hunched over in front of your vanity’s mirror.

You grunted, closing the door of the closet where you stored the chessboard. “Chocolate but I avoid it unless I’m really craving it because it can trigger migraines— I usually order vanilla with some type of nuts or try a new flavor. What’s yours?”

“Something with cherries, or mocha-chocolate. Ready?”

You just nodded as an answer. Harry offered his hand to you as you walked down the stairs, reminding you the show was about to begin. Sliding your palm into his from under his arm, you bit the inside of your bottom lip, briefly trying to focus on anything other than the warmth he radiated while scolding yourself again for misjudging him so damn much.

Sam pushed the front door open before Peter could pull it. The older man smiled at him and Gwen, then lifted an eyebrow upon seeing you hold hands with someone. “Going out?”

“For ice cream,” the blonde said in that nice tone she always spoke that you had never been able to muster.

“Have fun, and don’t let Peter eat too much sugar because he gets annoying.” Sam’s tease came with a look into your eyes.

Asserting Sam was only trying to make sure you were comfortable, you hummed and intertwined your fingers between Harry’s. “We will just make him take a few laps until he gets tired.”

“Or until he throws up like when we were in high school and Flash spun him around in the trip to six flags.”

Harry and you tilted your heads toward the same direction at Gwen’s words. You had never attended school trips so you didn’t even know about that. Sam giggled while seeing the synchronization of the gesture and strut past you. At least the confusion was useful.

You allowed Pete and Gwen to lead the way, mostly so the couple wouldn’t realize you were still getting used to public displays of affection— or each other’s presence and touch for that matter.

The walk wasn’t long, five blocks tops. Peter had once told you that was Gwen’s favorite ice cream place while passing in front of it so you weren’t surprised by them getting into the cornered shop.

Harry leaned to whisper in your ear, “don’t even dare to say you’ll pay.”

You sent him a glare. He glared back, trying to make you understand the situation you were in and how it would look. A defeated hum left your lips and he hummed back in answer for some reason.

He let go of your hand slowly, as if it was painful for him to do it, and told you to go find a table with Gwen. The blonde was already picking one as he said it, but you still did what he said because he knew his best friends better than you in social and public situations.

Peter stayed with Harry as he placed the order, opening his mouth to tell him which flavor to ask for you. He clamped his mouth shut when his best friend asked for vanilla ice cream with hazelnuts. Stuttering, he whisper-shouted, “how did you know?!”

Harry huffed a laugh, handing the money to pay for his and your dessert. “I pay attention.”

Gwen told you so happy that she was glad you were finally spending time together that you almost felt bad. The blonde couldn’t be blamed for having been chosen by Peter, you knew it, and at that moment you again cursed Tony but this time for making you spend so much time watching the couple. Maybe if you didn’t know so little about Gwen or if you hadn’t had to watch her kiss Peter on a daily basis, you would be able to look past the fact she was dating your crush.

You were closely sat around the circled table, waiting for Peter and Harry to sit down somewhat in front of you although with the size of the furniture it would be more beside you. Pete got there first because he had ordered before Harry, smiling at both of you. The musical ambiance wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Taylor Swift was playing, something usual in a commercial place, and Gwen beside you started humming.

Peter made a comment about not knowing that song, probably trying to spark small talk. You hated small talk, and even more when people you were acquainted with tried to force it when there was no need.

Harry slid your dessert toward you lightly and smoothly as he sat down. “I didn’t order chocolate because we have school tomorrow and don’t want you having migraines.”

Gwen stopped humming, blinking cartoonishly while staring at her best friend before sharing a look with Peter. You saw it and ignored it, thanking Harry with a tight-lipped smile.

The blonde also was the one to spark real conversation, telling you all about the possibilities of getting a job just after graduating. You heard her between spoonfuls, she was more talkative than you had asserted but the topic was interesting enough— Gwen wanted to use her journalistic work to bring important issues to the general readers and open their eyes, you couldn’t really be against anyone with those ideas.

Harry took a spoonful of your ice cream, making you swallow a laugh. There was nothing funny about it, but he did it so spontaneously it was new to you. “That’s better than I thought it would be.”

“How did you think it would be?”

“I had never tasted hazelnuts,” he clarified, moving his cup closer so you’d taste his favorite flavor of ice cream.

Taking a spoonful of his cup, you allowed it to melt in your mouth to taste it properly. It wasn’t bitter like you thought it would be, but the sweetness didn’t overpower the natural acid of the cherry.

“The chopped black cherries balance out the sweetness from the red cherry ice cream perfectly,” you conceded. He nodded, a thin smile appearing on his face.

The couple accompanying you couldn’t do what Harry and you had done, both had ordered funfetti ice cream and were only watching the interaction with curious eyes before Gwen had the idea of feeding Peter. Harry and you tried not to cringe at the sight, not out of jealousy but because of how corny it was— or a little bit of both.

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tunesscribbles · 5 years

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Portgas D Ace x Reader Nights

a 4 + 1 style fic | gender neutral reader | subheadings from ‘Shake It Out’ - Florence and the Machine

I I like to keep some things to myself

You heaved the unconscious body on the ship before fully climbing onto it yourself. That marked his- what? 87th failed murder attempt on Whitebeard? It was also at least the fifth time you had to fish him out of the ocean since devil fruit users can't swim. You shivered in the chilly night air. Nothing better than a dive into freezing water in the middle of the night! You really hoped you wouldn't catch a cold as you wrung out your hair and clothes a little.

You were seriously doubting this guy's sense of self-preservation. It was clear as day that he would never be successful. Ironically enough, the only one getting injured due to his murder attempts is himself. So why does he keep doing it?

You accepted the towels another crew member handed you with a thanks. Next to you Ace seemed to become conscious again. You wondered what was going on in his head. Definitely nothing too cheerful, judging by the way he curled into himself, knees brought up, arms folded above and head resting on top. Although he made a pitiful sight with seawater dripping from his body and collecting in a puddle under him, he seemed anything but defeated.

This stubborn idiot was going to try again, wasn't he? You wouldn't put it past him to go for it this very night. Instead of asking him why or trying to convince him not to, like many had tried before you, you threw a towel over his shoulders and moved to sit down.

You lifted your gaze upwards to look at the sky. Not a cloud in sight, no moon either, just billions of twinkling dots. The past few days had been cloudy and childish as it may be, you had missed the stars, just a little. No matter where you are in the world, the stars look the same. They were a source of comfort.

You heard Ace shift as he reluctantly began to dry himself with the towel. Oh, right. For a moment you completely forgot about him. Weren't you supposed to try to talk to him?

"Okay, so..." Strong start, already getting weaker. This was a terrible idea all around. You threw a glance at him to find him looking up at the sky like you were before. There was a certain glint in his eyes, like he was trying to remember where they kept the weapons on this ship.

You sighed. "At least try not to fall into the ocean again tonight." You got up to leave him to his own (certainly self-destructive) devices. "Ain't no man above a common cold!"

II I'm damned if I do, I'm damned if I don't

As soon as Ace finally accepted the invitation and became part of the crew, he defended Whitebeard's name with such vigor that you wondered if he was putting in an extra effort to try to compensate for his earlier actions or if he was simply this much of a ride-or-die person. The more time you spent with him, the more you leaned towards the latter.

It surprised you how lively and open the freckled male turned out to be once he lowered his guard. He seemed so different from the troubled teenager Whitebeard had picked up. Ace was actually easy to talk to and the two of you got along well.

The stars shone dimly through a thin layer of clouds as you were about to land on the next island.

"Lets go grab some food, my treat.", he offered. He stood next to you and spun his bright orange hat on his finger. That hat was frankly ridiculous! As if he was pretending to be some sort of cowboy-pirate.

"You never pay for your food.", you remarked and raised your eyebrows at him.

"That's not-" The hat slipped of his finger and in an attempt to catch it Ace almost threw it into the ocean. He composed himself again and adjusted his trademark clothing item on his head. "I'll pay this time, it'll be nice."

He seemed nervous, why was he nervous? You squinted your eyes at him in a scrutinizing look.

"You're planning something, I don't trust you when you're planning something. You had a prank war with Thatch last week and now you want to pay for someone else's food when you never even pay for your own?"

The look in his eyes was a mixture of panic and suffering like a plan gone wrong. You knew it!

He threw his hands up in defeat. "You know what? Forget it! I bet it wouldn't have worked anyway!" and then his words became unintelligible as he grumbled to himself. Something about being damned if Marco was right and how it was not even that big of a deal, whatever 'it' was. You would feel bad for him, if you had not just dodged a prank.

"Aw, don't be like that! I can help you trick someone else, if you want.", you tried to cheer him up. "Take a look at the stars! It's the perfect night to cause some mischief. Just because I didn't fall for it, doesn't mean no one else will." The more you talked, the more you got the feeling of being on the wrong ship and sailing away into the distant land of "I-really-fucked-this-up-but-I-don't-know-what-I-missed".

That feeling was further enhanced by Ace glancing at you sideways and saying: "You are terrible at this." in a way that made you question what exactly 'this' was and at what point during the conversation the two of started to talk about completely different topics.

There was a hint of amusement in his voice though and you decided to latch onto it to stop this talk from hurtling towards becoming a ship wreck.

"Well, we all have to be something, don't we?" There you go, he laughed. Another interaction salvaged. "We can still go and grab some food, if you'd rather do that."

He pulled a face. "Nah, I don't feel like paying for it anymore."

Now it was your turn to throw up your arms.

III I've been a fool and I've been blind

You hissed as the doctor cleaned out your wound before bandaging it. Next to you Ace winced in sympathy.

You were slightly unsure what to do with him these days. Over time you became good friends, however at some point there has been a shift in your dynamic. Whereas conversations used to flow naturally and hanging out with each other was comfortable, nowadays everything seemed to be accompanied by an underlying tension. An odd sense of nervousness would spread between you and like a wrench thrown into the conversational clockwork, it would bring everything to an awkward standstill. Suddenly you were overly aware of every aspect of yourself that could pass as a flaw and the various ways in which you could ruin this friendship you have come to treasure.

Ace was still uncharactaristicaly silent when you left the infirmary. You gently bumped your shoulder with his to gain his attention.

"I can almost hear you inventing new ways to blame yourself, stop that. It wasn't your fault."

"I was supposed to watch your back!", he said through gritted teeth.

"You did! Otherwise I wouldn't be here to tell you not to beat yourself up. Even if you didn't, it was my fault for not paying attention." His mouth was already open to come back with another argument but you cut him off. "No! No arguing. End of discussion."

And apparently also end of conversation because another tense silence followed your words. You heaved a sigh so heavy it could have sunk a whole ship.

Your fingers brushed past his hand and he flinched away like you burned him. Which was ironic, considering he was the one with the fire powers. This right here is what you were talking about. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why was everything amped up to a hundred and then some? The smallest touch could set everything ablaze and words were weighed down with double meanings and it hurt and still. All you could think was how much you wanted to hold his hand and maybe, maybe-

Something clicked into place. Something you had known in the back of you mind for a while but just now realized. Oh, you thought.

The fact that Ace smelled distractingly like bonfire did not help with the overall situation.

IV Here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road

"Do you have to be so disgustingly in love?", asked Thatch with an exasperated sigh.

"I don't know what you're talking about.", you replied at the same time as Ace said: "Absolutely!", from where he sat wrapped around you with his chin propped up on your head.

The crew members nearby laughed and toasted to "young love" and that it may annoy the cook to the end of times.

Later that night Ace and you retreated to a quieter place on deck away from the party. You watched the stars overneath and after a while you said: "They're all long burned out and dead."

Ace spluttered and choked on his drink. You had to pat his back to help him.

"What?"

"The stars. A lot of them are long dead before we can see their light.", you elaborated.

"Oh" Now he looked up as well as if considering them from a new perspective.

"Doesn't stop them from looking beautiful though." You smiled and leaned into him.

"No, it doesn't."

It was quiet for a moment, apart from the party on other parts of the ship, but it was not like the uncomfortable silences in the past. Just a pause, nothing to worry about. There is no longer a rush to get the right words out in time in fear of them dissolving on your tongue otherwise.

You took a sip of your drink while Ace laced your fingers together.

"Disgustingly in love", he repeated the words from before and smiled. You couldn't help but grin yourself.

"Maybe so", you said and playfully swung your joined hands back and forth.

"I love you.", he said and you never really get used to such declarations. Ace turned around so you are facing each other and cupped your cheek in his unoccupied hand. "Disgustingly much!"

If a smile could stop a war, this one had just achieved world peace.

"I love you, too." You dropped a kiss on the tip of his nose and then some more on the freckles on his cheeks, for good measure. "An obnoxious amount!"

Ace leaned in for a proper kiss and for the next few moments the world began and ended right here: You two, with your hands entwined, kissing under the light of dead stars.

A week later Thatch found a devil fruit.

+ I I' m ready to suffer, I'm ready to hope

A year passed. Vengeance proved unsuccessful.

For a long time now you had felt unhinged, off balance without any clear goal in sight. What was there left to do when you have lost so much?

It felt wrong, looking at the night sky and finding it no different to all the times you used to look at it together. The world was cruel like that, it didn't care about your loss.

The world doesn't care, people do. That is one of the most valuable lessons becoming part of Whitebeard's crew had taught you.

Now the uncaring stars slowly faded to make way for the dawning sun.

You laid down a bouquet of flowers on your father's grave. "I have to go my own way again.", you told him. You had already said your goodbyes to the remainders of the crew. This was your last stop before the rest of the world. After spending so much time mourning and fighting, it was time for you to move on, to live for yourself again. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

"Thank you for everything, pops!", you almost choked on your words and had to take a moment to gather yourself. It may get easier with time but it will never just be easy.

You turned to the second grave and had to smile at the sight of a certain hat. "Don't worry, I'll be safe.", you reassured him. Your eyes wandered up into the sky. No more stars to admire. "I wonder if they look the same wherever you are now."

Taking a step backwards you looked at both graves for a last time. "I miss you and I won't ever forget you.", with that you bowed shortly and then turned around to go.

A gust of wind ruffled your hair and for a second the air carried a faint smell like- "Bonfire." You took a deep breath and continued walking down the hill. Your steps becoming faster and faster until you were running and you haven't felt this weightless in such a long time, you thought you might just lift off the ground completely and fly.

(You passed a young man in a tophat on your way down.)

#portgas d. ace #one piece #op ace #portgas d ace x reader #one piece reader insert #marco the phoenix #op thatch #one piece whitebeard #whitebeard pirates #fluff #soft #a bit sappy #slight angst #sappy is my brand now apparently #maybe someday i will get over putting stars in my fic #today is not the day #if the ghosts of your loved ones don't come to tell you goodbye what are you even doing #bonfire #the scribbles

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Proof Of Innocence ch. 4

The final chapter is finally here. I’ve honestly had so much fun writing this small series and I hope you guys have enjoyed it! Thank you guys so much for the support for this, it makes me want to continue writing more small series in the future!

You can read the previous chapters down below:

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

“What is it you want to talk about?"

My voice was low and threatening and it ended up sounding like a growl.

"My, my, no need to show such hostility, I'm here to only talk, besides, if I wanted to fight you, you'd already be lying in a pool of your own blood by now."

I watched as he got up from his seat on the rubble and began heading in my direction. I, in turn, made sure to keep a good distance between us in case he were to try anything.

"Alright, so what is it you want to talk about."

"You, to be more precise, do you remember a man named Maximillian?"

"Of course, he's my father, but how do you know him?"

"Ah, he was a friend of mine, I've known him for a couple of years."

"Impossible. My father would never associate with the likes of you."

"Oh? Pray tell, what makes you come to that conclusion?"

"Oh please, as if I have to explain. I mean look at you, there's not a single good bone in your body, I could sense it since the day I first saw you."

"So you think your father was some kind of saint?"

"I never said that. I know my father had gotten himself into bad situations because of his past, but he would never stoop down to your level."

"See." The man inched closer. "That's where you're mistaken, young lady. Your father's past is filled with nothing but darkness. He was part of an organization I worked in and was one of the higher-ups. He only got to that position by carrying out the tasks given to him, do you even know how many people he's murdered?"

"W-What?"

"He's killed countless people and torn apart villages with the snap of his fingers. But you see, he made a mistake when he took on a mission at Graceus. He fell in love and soon he had a family, he let that get the better of him, thus, he became vulnerable. But you know something? I bet in his final seconds of life, he was happy he had a daughter to follow in his footsteps and trail down the path of darkness."

"What the hell are you blathering about?"

As I spoke, I summoned my staff and got into a defensive stance; ready to deliver a blow, should it come down to it.

"You are the only child out of his other six that even have dark magic in your veins, you reek of forbidden magic, face it, you're evil, a child born from a monster. Isn't that why the rest of your family abandoned you? Or perhaps it's the reason for your exile from Graceus?"

"Shut the hell up!"

"Oh? Can't handle the truth? Can't handle that one day that darkness will one day take over you and plunge you into nothingness? Fear not though, once it happens, we here at Hawkeye will welcome you into our organization with open arms."

"No, I just can't handle that annoying mouth of yours!"

I was furious as I lunged at him, landing a heavy attack on him which sent him flying into the air, then, in what seemed like slow motion, I conjured up chains which wrapped around his body before yanking; sending him flying into the ground below. Debris from the stone ground went flying, including dust which clouded my vision.

I was on high alert now and I tightly gripped my staff and waited for the dust to settle before making my next move.

"I gotta say, you really are something."

Just as the dust had settled, more came flying up as a large object soared into the air. When I looked up, I noticed that the man, who should have sustained injuries, was now hovering in the air with a pair of jet black wings.

"My attacks..."

"Your attacks were weak, child. Now, gaze before me, Draven and see how a real attack should be!"

I let out a scream as I dove to the ground to avoid getting hit. Draven had sent fatal wind-slice attacks my way. After having nearly dodged them, I watched as they went soaring into the cave wall on the other side, it had split many of the old pillars and stone in half like it was nothing.

"My advice? Take up my offer, or die here."

"I refuse!"

I could feel my arm burning and in the next moment, a flurry of light arrows began raining down on Draven, who of course, brushed them away like they were nothing.

"I won't take up your damn offer, no matter what happens and I refuse to die here!"

Besides...I made a promise to someone special to me...

Hey, come back in one piece, okay?

No promises..

This was for not only Viggo's sake, but for the sake of Gedonelune as well. If I didn't put up a fight here, then I knew the tensions between Gedonelune and Graceus would amp up and an impending war could come true!

My heart burned with desire as I sent flurries of attacks one after another. Each one had barely made a scratch on him, or they never even reached him, I was beginning to run out of options and mana,,,

"Now come on, is that all you got!"

Charging down at me, Draven managed to grab me by the neck and send me flying into a nearby pillar. The moment my back came into contact, I let out a cry before sinking to the floor in pain. In the process, my staff had gone flying elsewhere, leaving me pretty vulnerable to whatever attack was going to come next.

"Persephone Onyx."

Draven's voice echoed from above. Even though I couldn't get up, I knew he was towering over me his hand already holding a charged attack which he was probably going to use to finish me off.

"I'm going to give you one last chance. Join us or meet your fate right here in these ruins."

"Stick it up your ass Draven..."

"I see, so that's how this is going to be. Fine then. Farewell."

Just as he was about to unleash his attack, a familiar voice echoed in the ruins

"Hey, assclown. If you want a fight, then come and fight me!"

"Viggo..?"

B-But how?!

"Oh? You must be the misfit that I hear so much about. Shame I haven't really gotten to meet you until now. At least I'll have fun using you as some target practice before obliterating your friend."

Draven's attack, that was once meant for me, was now hurdling towards Viggo who stood there like nothing was going on. He smirked and grabbed out his pipe before covering the area in smoke. It was unknown if he had been hit or not, surely if he had then there would have been a verbal warning of it.

There was one, but it wasn't from Viggo, it was from Draven who was currently getting pummeled by smoke fists in all different directions. Without being able to see, he was at the mercy of the smoke, which was playing in Viggo's favor. Even when the smoke had died down, Viggo still sent flurries of his own attacks at Draven, but not all were with magic. In fact, Viggo was pulling his weight with his own personal punches, landing one hit after another to the point where he had even sent Draven flying,

When Draven began throwing his own, they were perfectly matched in strength until...

"I've had enough of this!"

With a flap of his wings, Draven managed to send a wind-slice, much like the one he had sent at me, but at Viggo. Unlike me, however, Viggo....couldn't avoid it in time and was hit. Things moved in slow motion, one minute, Viggo was standing there and the next, he too was sent into one of the crumbling marble pillars. The only difference was that I heard a snapping sound, followed by a heart-shattering cry.

I pushed myself up with what little strength I had and looked over at where Viggo was sent flying. All I saw was Viggo's body surrounded by rubble, while Draven looked on with a satisfied smile.

For the first time in forever, I found myself on the verge of breaking down, my eyes were burning with tears, my chest hurt and my whole body was shaking, *No...he can't be dead...*.I kept telling myself this over and over while gripping my head and tightly shutting my eyes. Within a few moments of staying like this, I felt my hair being tugged upwards, along with my body where I came face to face with Draven.

"Have you finally given up?"

"No..."

"You've got to be kidding me."

He began to laugh loudly before dropping me back down to the ground, where I landed with a *thud*

"You see Draven..."

I slowly began to pick myself back up once more; this time I used the remaining pillar as support to help me stand up on my own.

"I'm done with your bullshit..."

For some reason, the tattoo on my arm was beginning to burn brightly, causing my shoulder to throb with a dulled pain. Meanwhile, dark smoke began to dance around my feet until they were shrouded in the darkness itself. I could see only red at this point and as I held my hands, I began to speak an ancient incantation which made Draven's eyes go wide.

My veins were now clearly visible and were covered with thorned tattoo's that ran up my arms completely.

"Draven, my word of advice for you? Run..."

The moment I smiled, black-smoked covered spiked chains came hurtling towards him at high speeds, each one was thorn-like tipped and dug into his skin the moment they wrapped around him. He was in mid-flight when he was caught and was now desperately trying to free himself from the restraints.

When I saw this, I quickly jumped into action and rushed over to a pile of rubble, jumping off of it and then kicking myself off of the wall right next to it, which sent me into the air backward. With perfect timing, I managed to swing my foot downwards while mid-flip, fiercely kicking him down to the ground below where he let out a groan of pain.

I hovered in the air, right above his body for a few seconds before slowly floating down to the ground, right in front of him. He was coughing and spitting out dust from his mouth. He tried lifting his head and with a swing of my hand, I sent his face back down to the ground below.

"I'm done messing around Draven."

"So...you going to kill me now, or what?"

I had to stop and think about that question for a moment...I...I had never killed anyone before, how could I even think about killing someone now? Sure, he had tried to kill me, Viggo and quite possibly others and yet...I don't think I could bring myself to kill him.

"I knew it, you're weak!"

As he lunged at me, the chains that bounded him had begun to tear and shred his entrapped wings. I ended up grabbing his arm and twisting it before kneeing him hard in the jaw; which ended up knocking him out cold. I was breathing heavily now as I staggered backward, almost tripping on my own two feet.

I looked down at him and then, with a wave of my hand, more chains appeared and now wrapped around his wrists. I closed my eyes and felt a cool breeze wash over me as I mana drained him just a little bit. Yes, mana bending and draining were forbidden uses of magic, but...I had to do it, I had no other choice...

Once I felt a little bit more energy wash over me, I quickly ran over to the pile of rubble where Viggo had been, picking up my staff that had been previously thrown elsewhere during the fight. When I got to the rubble. I was prepared for the worst, but I was relieved to know that he was alive. He was beaten up pretty badly and was pretty much out cold. But at least he was alive.

"I wish I could do something for you.."

Right as I spoke, I noticed my shoulder was glowing, on it, two new pieces appeared; another rose petal and a thorned vine that wrapped around the incomplete markings. A shimmering light began to rain down from it and land on Viggo and I watched on with tears as he opened his eyes.

"Seph? Is that you?"

"Viggo! You're awake-- and your arm!"

Shock was plastered on my face as I looked down at his arm, it had once been broken horribly, but now...

"Huh? Did something happen to my arm?"

"Yes, wait, do you not remember anything that just happened?"

"I remember breaking out from the detention chambers because I could sense you were in danger. I asked people in town if they had seen you and some elderly man told me where you were after I told him that you were in trouble. When I came down here, I saw you in pretty bad shape and that guy...he was the one I got a glance at before, but I can't remember what happened after that."

"Well...you saved me, Viggo..." I smiled and gently touched his cheek

"Did I? Does that mean I get a kiss?"

"Not a chance, idiot."

"Worth a shot."

Viggo let out a pained chuckle, it must have been from all the bruises. The magic may have saved his arm, but it didn't heal up the cuts and bruises.

"Oh yeah, I pulled something off that lunatic."

"Huh- wait...is that!?"

Viggo pulled out a small sphere that gave off a great deal of magical energy, probably enough magic to equal that of hundred elite magical knights at the Ministry.

"This must be the thing that was stolen from the MInistry! We have to hurry and take this to them!"

"That won't be necessary. We can go ahead and take that from you right now."

"Huh?"

When I looked back at the new voice, I saw a rather tall man with golden hair coming my way. He was being accompanied by two other ministry members.

Standing up, I faced the three new people and I held out the sphere in my hand.

"After you take us, you have to drop all charges that were put against Viggo and I. Your culprit has already been caught."

"Who said you had charges against you?"

"What...but.."

"I should have mentioned that earlier." Viggo spoke up "When I broke out of the detention chamber, the so-called ministry members that threw us in, were nothing more than fakes. They turned to smoke the minute I attacked them."

"So then that means you...and you" I pointed at Klaus and Vincent "Weren't actually around?"

"No, we and some of the prefects were busy investigating the recent spike in unstable magic, I'm sure you've seen the effects of it, through the terrible weather we've had."

"Yeah," Vincent spoke up this time. "Someone had purposefully tampered with it and we had to go out and find out who. We've all been gone for at least a few days."

"Hang on a second" I put my hands to my head and rubbed gently. "So, then that means, the Zeus, Lucious, and Hiro that I talked to?"

"Must have been fakes created to talk and act like them."

"Why go through so much trouble for all of this?"

"Must be scared of us, Sephie." Viggo laughed

"Well, I'm not sure of everything just yet, but given that the sphere in your hand is not only one of the many peace offering between Graceus and Gedonelune, but also a magic stabilizer for the land's magic. It helps maintain and protect the ancient magic in the land from spilling out."

"So if someone bad were to have used this for evil..."

"Yes, it very well may have destroyed Gedonelune and many other lands."

"Now.." Klaus cleared his throat and opened the palm of his hand. "May I please have it, so I may return it to its rightful place."

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

I quickly handed the sphere over to Klaus who quickly but it into some magical container.

"Now, about this culprit that you said you caught?"

"Oh yeah, he's over...there?"

When I looked over, there was no sign of Draven except blood and a few of his feathers from his wings that were torn out from the struggle.

"I swear he was right here!"

"I see. Well, then, you four over there, don't just stand there, start gathering evidence!"

Klaus began barking orders at a few others that had come down with him, then he sighed and placed a hand to his forehead.

"I swear, I don't get paid enough for this. Anyways, I should probably go ahead and thank you for helping us retrieve what was stolen. You've done a great service for us, so thank you, Persephone."

"I can't take all the credit, Viggo played a part to. If he hadn't shown up, then I...I might have been killed down here."

"I see. Viggo, thank you for your contribution to this case."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't tell anyone else about this, I'll start looking like a good guy."

I burst out laughing at his comment and afterward, Viggo and I were both escorted back onto Academy grounds and taken into the infirmary for our sustained injuries.

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After about a day, we were discharged and allowed to go about our days like usual, the only difference was that we had been exempted for classes for a few days after everything that had happened.

Now, after what seemed like forever, Viggo and I were out sitting by our usual spot.

"Thought you should know that the Ministry found some kind of pin lying on the ground in the ruins."

"Really?"

"Yeah, they know some more info on the guy, they just don't know his whereabouts right now. Though, considering the condition we left him in, he probably couldn't have gone far."

"I hope not. If he has, then that means more trouble."

"You seem worried."

"Yeah, worried that I'll have to do more work."

"Viggo gave a small snort. "You sound like this Day Class student I know who comes into the detention chamber sometimes."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Oh, hey Seph. There's something I wanted to ask you back there in the ruins."

"What?"

"Why are you such an idiot?"

"Seriously..."

"Yes, seriously. I get that you were doing this to clear my name and all, but you went to some serious lengths to achieve that."

"Is there something wrong with that? So what? I wanted to prove you were innocent."

"Look...you're really not making this easy for me to say."

"Well, then improve on your wording."

"Alright, you want me to be straightforward and ask then?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Fine, do you like me?"

"Well, yeah of course I do, you're probably one the coolest people here."

"Not like that, you idiot."

"Hey!"

"You're the dense one here, okay. See, I'm asking if you love me."

Oh dear gods, he actually said it. My face became hot and suddenly I was acting like those love-struck fools in the Day Class during the Love Holiday.

"Where is this coming from, exactly?"

"Well, to be honest, I had been wanting to bring this up to you for a little while. Probably around the time, I started liking you."

"Wait, hold on, you like me?"

"Yeah? Got a problem with it."

"Not at all, I like you too-"

Did....did I really just say that out loud? I felt like hiding away in a dark cave at this point and I was becoming embarrassed, so much so that I was beginning to find it hard looking into his eyes. This wasn't like me at all, normally I was cool and collected, why...why was I feeling this way? Were my true feelings for Viggo beginning to show themselves? I had a million thoughts running through my head which all came to a standstill when I felt Viggo's hand wrap around mine.

I gently squeezed his hand back as we sat in silence. I had spent so many years, wanting to feel love again and I...I felt it with Viggo. He made me feel safer than I had ever felt before. But, I'd never tell him that...probably.

"Hey! Persepho- Oho? We got a couple of lovebirds here."

"Shut up, Zeus."

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"Listen, we need you in the Headmaster's office, Schuyler wants to see you."

"The headmaster?"

Viggo and I looked at one another before getting up and following Zeus to the Headmaster's office. We didn't know what to expect and quite frankly, I was a little scared considering that I had broken quite a few rules during the recent events. I could feel my heart practically leap into my throat when Zeus knocked on the door and alerted Schuyler of our arrival. I felt even more uneasy when Viggo let go of my hand.

"Come in."

Schuyler's voice came from inside and Zeus opened the door and walked in, with us following close behind him.

"I brought her, just like you asked. But Viggo here refused to stay behind."

"Listen, if she's in trouble then don't make her have all the blame."

"No one is in trouble here. In fact, I wanted you to come and see me so I could give you a few things. I noticed that you have not worn an official Night Class uniform since you've been here. So, I'm here to provide you with one."

"That won't be necessary."

"What?"

"I have one, already/ It needs to be sewn up a little bit but it's still usable. Besides, it means a lot to me because it was given to me by someone special."

I looked over and noticed that Viggo was now looking away, avoiding any and all eye contact with me.

"I see, well then. With that uniform, I expect you to be wearing this at all times."

Schuyler pulled out a box and sat it on the desk; inside was a special Night Class pin.

"Is that..."

"Yes, this means you are an official deputy prefect for the Night Class, due to the recent incident, there was a unanimous vote to have you be a part of the prefect team. I hope to see good things from you Miss Onyx. Do try and stay out of trouble though."

"Way to go Seph, look at you climbing the ranks."

"Now that we've gotten all of this taken care of, you may be all dismissed back to your regular duties."

Schuyler shooed us out of the office and we all left. Zeus had split off from us and went on his own while Viggo and I walked down the hallway together.

"I'm proud of you, I mean hey, who knows, you might be a real prefect soon."

"Don't get your hopes up too much."

I laughed and then smiled when Viggo grabbed my hand again.

After all the things that had just happened, I was beyond relieved to return to life here at the Academy. Things have changed since then though, I've had to take on more responsibilities, like balancing my academics and my deputy prefect duties. It was going to be a challenge, but hey, challenges are what makes life more exciting, right?

#wizardess heart #wizardess heart oc #persephone onyx #viggo wh

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saladejin · 5 years

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Changing States | Jimin

Jimin x Reader | non idolverse au, husband!Jimin | Fluff, crack-ish, slight angst

Summary: You receive a much needed comfort after one of the worst days in history. Well... your history anyway.

Warnings: Mention of a pregnancy loss.

Word Count: 3k

* Request from my Ao3 series ‘Movie Night’.

Sometimes people liked to call it waking up on the wrong side of the bed. You preferred to label it as just a bad day, nothing to worry about usually, yet now you were rethinking everything.

Today, your entire bed seemed to be on the wrong side of the room.

You awoke to the sound of loud machinery and boisterous yelling filtering in from the window. Blinking the sleep away, you inwardly cursed for forgetting to get the uneven windowsill fixed up yet again. Now you would have to deal with the noise from the construction site next door without being able to complain about it because it was your scatterbrain that had left you to suffer in silence.

You let your eyes flutter shut and extended one arm towards the other half of the bed, desperate for the warm body that would usually be there but only meeting the cold, dreary bedsheets with your fingertips.

That’s right, he has to work extra early hours today.

You sat up slowly, letting your eyes trail over the hauntings of a crease he had left in the smooth fabric. You couldn’t help but roll over to rest your face into his plush pillow, trying to catch the last tendrils of his scent that was made up of a million different things. The things that made you feel secure and bolted to the ground, whether it be his aromatic shampoo or the light cologne he’d worn the previous day.

It hadn’t been the best morning so far, but you knew he would have made it perfect if he’d only been by your side. Being your source of motivation to get going, or something.

You got to your feet and padded into the bathroom to make yourself somewhat presentable. Your brows were still twitching from the obnoxious noise outside, and the fact that they’d brought in a big reversing truck had amped the annoyance level. Repetitive beeping was a big no for your sanity at the moment.

“Two more weeks,” you sighed and tried to angle your lips upwards into a smile, just for the sake of feeling brighter in mind and spirit.

Then, the smile vanished as a high pitched shriek tore from your throat. The big fat hairy spider sitting on your mirror didn’t move, but you did.

“What the fuck!” You growled, eyeing the creature and clenching at your heart over your shirt to stop it from racing. It was so big you were almost too afraid to try getting rid of it. Usually you could whip out the fly spray or get a cup and a sheet of paper to let it outside, but this one was giving you eyes.

“Nope.”

You let the bathroom door click shut and let your head rest against the wood with an audible thump. It was still morning, but already you’d been through about twelve of your most detested emotions of all time.

I’ll let Jimin deal with it when he gets home.

You left the spider to its own devices and made your way into the kitchen for some food. Luckily for you, the milk had expired and your coffee machine had decided to overflow and ooze its weird concoction of water, caffeine and sugar straight onto your tiles. Tiles which had been freshly mopped not two days ago, mind you.

You reminded yourself to feel thrilled that it hadn’t been on the carpet instead.

You could only sigh again and began moving your feet to get the cleaning stuff from the cupboard. The sound of the machine dripping occasionally followed you the entire way, and that, coupled with everything else that had gone down so far, landed you the biggest headache you could possibly imagine.

You weren’t hungover, but if things continued the way they were then it wouldn’t be long before you’d be setting yourself up for something similar. Your phone buzzed a while later and you perked up at the message from your best friend. She’d suddenly invited you out for lunch, but you didn’t know how to feel.

I’ve been kicked out of the bathroom and I haven’t had much to eat. I’ll look like trash and be grumpy as hell, but hey at least it’ll take my mind off everything for a while.

Newsflash, it hadn’t helped.

You watched in shock as your friend beamed at you from her seat in the café. Your coffee had been served unnaturally cold, and then when you’d sent it back they had returned with a completely wrong order altogether. You could barely keep your fragile sense of civility together for the nervous looking waiter, but whenever you felt yourself about to snap you just imagined Jimin’s heart-warming smile and the words he would always speak in moments of amounting stress.

“It’ll be alright baby, you’ll get through it.”

Now, the aforementioned shock was stemming from your friend and colleague. The friend and colleague who had just dropped a bombshell.

“We’ve decided to move interstate! There’s a lovely house on a river we saw and fell in love with,” She smiled excitedly.

“That’s amazing,” You breathed, genuinely feeling happy for her but trying your best to ignore the feelings of sorrow gripping at your heart.

“I’ll be sad to leave you guys and the company, but I’ll come down to visit as often as I can. You okay (Y/n) sweetie?”

You jerked as her hand found yours across the table.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve had a bit of a chaotic day. I’m so happy for you,” You smiled, grasping her hand and feeling relieved when she seemed to let the moment pass. You hated yourself for letting the negativity outweigh everything else, but you knew you would easily be feeling elated if had just been a better day.

“I’ll have to show you photos, maybe you two will be inspired to look for another place somewhere too,” She smiled tenderly, knowing you and Jimin had always wanted to venture out into the world to find the perfect spot. Work had overtaken many things so far in your married lives, but seeing your friend finally break free did make you feel hopeful for a change.

Feeling encouraged by your thoughtful and optimistic expression, your friend continued.

“Just a nice little place with a perfect temperature for like, everything! Wouldn’t it be great to even live close together? Our families and kids could share so many memories.”

Your smile dropped and your best friend suddenly let her voice die in her throat, realising she’d brought something up she shouldn’t have just yet. It was a little soon.

“Oh shit, (Y/n) I didn’t mean to.”

“No, it’s fine silly,” You laughed it off, still squeezing her hand to reassure her. Her worried gaze pierced into your own and you felt a tad uncomfortable from all the emotions in your brain running rampant all of a sudden.

“You look under the weather, let me pay your bill,” She offered softly, getting to her feet and prompting you to follow. You were so grateful she was so tuned to your mannerisms, she knew just when you needed a break from it all.

You said your goodbyes after apologising for your miserable appearance once again, finally getting into the car and heaving a massive sigh to rid yourself from the tension. You contemplated calling Jimin, but you knew that he was at work and would likely be busy with getting everything done. He was efficient like that.

“What a shitty person I am, couldn’t even be fucking happy for my friend,” You muttered in shaky annoyance as you started up the car, feeling like you wanted to scream all your anger away into the dashboard. Onlookers be damned, you didn’t care about being judged.

No, just buy some ice cream or something on the way home. You’ll have a better day tomorrow.

More of his words drifted through your memory.

“Keep it together, treat yourself. You deserve happiness.”

A sad smile tugged at your lips and you made it onto the road after promising yourself to feel better. If you hit a low point in your day you could only climb up from it. You told yourself to clear your mind and look forward to what time you had left.

To your chagrin, the positive outlook only lasted so long when you found yourself neck-deep in traffic; the sound of rumbling engines and an occasional beep of a horn being the only sounds greeting your ears for a solid ten minutes.

What the…

Your resolve cracked at the edges and began crumbling.

“Music will help,” Your teeth found your bottom lip as you reached for the radio station buttons, but unfortunately you were only met with white noise and the momentary sound of ads breaking through. You could almost feel the speed of the ice cream melting.

The world became blurry and your grip tightened on the wheel.

“I’m home, my love.”

Jimin’s slightly wearied voice echoed through the front hallway as he shuffled through the door, keys thrown onto the bench and coat draped over a nearby bar stool. He rolled his shoulders experimentally to feel how tensed they were, letting out a sigh at the muscles loosening from their strained position.

“(Y/n)? Jagi?” He used a few more names to try and get your attention, full lips pulling into a frown when he only heard muffled sobbing coming from the living room.

Oh no…

“(Y/n)?”

He walked into the room with purposeful strides, rolling up the sleeves of his button up as he went to help cool down. When he saw the flickering screen of the television, he noticed instantly that an attempted movie stream had failed due to a poor internet connection. He searched the couch hurriedly with concern flashing in his chocolate brown eyes, finally coming to rest on your form wrapped in a blanket huddled to one side. His heart broke when he watched your shoulders tremble with another barely contained wail.

“Shit, (Y/n) are you okay?” He inhaled sharply and jogged over to kneel in front of you, hands flying upwards to peel the blanket away from your face.

“God, I’ve wanted to hear your voice all day,” You sniffled, face red and puffy from tears. He didn’t know why you were crying, but the man embodied all the sensitive qualities of an empath. The sorry sight of you made his own emotions well up at an alarming rate.

“Hold on,” He cradled your face and stood up to gently smear the tears away from your cheeks, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead before rushing to the bedroom to get changed into something comfier.

“You definitely should have called me!” He groaned with a frown, hating that you were feeling so saddened but hadn’t been in contact to let him know.

You could only sigh. “You were working, I’d be too much of a bother.” You swayed on your feet as you waited for him out in the hallway leading to your room. You just wanted to be close to him now; wanting absolutely nothing more than his soothing words and body heat. He finally nudged open the door with his elbow, now dressed in tracksuit pants and a plain white t-shirt that was looser than anything else he owned.

“Come here baby,” He cooed and looked at you with softened eyes, reaching down to sweep you into his arms almost effortlessly. You wrapped your own arms around your husband tightly as he brought you back to the comfort of the couch, pressing his lips to your hair to remind you that he was home safe and sound.

“Tell me all about it.”

You sighed a rickety sigh, feeling even more tears swell from nowhere at the feeling of immense joy you now felt.

“Shit day, just all round shitness,” You murmured as you settled comfortably into his lap. His fingers swept some of your hair away and then moved to run through the tresses, making you smile and lean into the inviting pressure.

“Hmm, what was the first thing,” Jimin prompted, wanting you to let it all out to him while also being curious as to what had caused such emotional trauma. You revelled in the softness of his voice and moved your own hands to touch his face. He thought it was cute, but you believed the resulting smile he flashed your way was the most adorable thing to exist on this planet.

“The windowsill, for one,” You finally muttered, breaking off into a chuckle.

“Oh, whoops. I keep forgetting.” He clicked his tongue, a rumble of a growl sounding deep within his chest. You chuckled again and couldn’t help but nuzzle your face affectionately into his neck.

“It’s not your fault, I was gonna call up about it ages ago.”

His fingers continued to comb through your hair as he hummed for you to continue. Your tears had stopped altogether as you synced your breathing with his, feeling secured by the feeling of his rhythmic heartbeat underneath your moving hand.

“Met up with (F/n), but I looked like shit and felt like shit too. Oh yeah, coffee machine broke before that as well.”

“Wow, double whammy.”

You snorted and tried to push down your feelings of endearment to continue solemnly. “She’s moving away with her husband, interstate.”

Jimin let out a low noise of understanding. Finally, he could wrap his head around why the combination of all these small and big events would cause you to fall apart at the seams. Now that he thought about it, it had been so long since he’d even seen you cry. Maybe you’d been bottling it up for months now, and he just hadn’t noticed.

Work causing me to be ignorant, again! I really need to start focusing on what’s important...

Jimin pushed the thoughts away as you continued with the adoption of a heavier tone, the warmth of your tears falling onto his shoulder suddenly. He ran a hand over the top of your head to comfort you, his own eyes watering at your outward display of frustration.

“I couldn’t bring myself to feel happy, I mean I was but she’s one of my only friends at work and I know I’ll feel a little lost without her there. The house sounds really nice from what she said too.”

Jimin felt your form stiffen as you sobbed lightly.

“Then what?” He prompted with a soft whisper, holding you closer and rubbing your arm to help calm you down.

“She t-talked about kids and stuff, I’m so fucking stupid but I couldn’t help thinking of the miscarriage. She knew too, she…she had to stop herself from speaking just so I wouldn’t break down. Jimin, I’m such a horrible friend, I really am…”

Jimin felt his own sorrow creeping up on him as you brought up something that had deeply affected you both. You comforted one another as you stopped to brood for a few minutes, the silence being as consoling as anything while you focused on the sound of his breathing. He cleared his throat, urging away the crackle in it to lighten the atmosphere.

“It’s alright, the world is full of people you’ll meet and keep close to you. Think of all the opportunity out there instead of seeing the loss. We can visit, no?”

You cracked a smile at his much needed optimism.

“Of course. Of course we can, love.”

He kissed your head again and you reached up to smooth your now softened hair out of your face and peripherals. You looked up at him with an absolute storm of adoration clouding your gaze.

“How about we stay in tonight and just cuddle here on the couch. I’ll get the TV working too,” He murmured, bringing his hands to cup your cheeks lovingly and letting his eyes curve slightly from the accompanying smile. You ruffled his thick ashy locks briefly before shifting in his lap and capturing his lips with your own gently.

“I love you so much, it hurts sometimes,” You sighed after pulling away, but he jerked to follow your lips a second after. You hummed in amusement as you moved to straddle him, trying to pour all of your gratefulness and appreciation into the kiss.

You disconnected but rested your foreheads together to lock eyes, your face scrunching slightly when he tickled your nose with his own.

“I love you too, but you already knew that,” He rasped, planting another tiny peck to your lips and letting it linger.

You couldn’t stop running your thumbs across the expanse of his wide cheeks, your noses still inches apart and warm breaths tickling each other’s lips in small puffs. It was as if neither of you ever wanted to move.

“Yeah, kinda,” You giggled while giving his cheeks the lightest of pinches.

“Kinda? I’ll give you kinda…” Jimin growled playfully and rolled you over to the other side of the couch, standing up straight and flexing out his shoulders while you shrieked with laughter.

“I’m sorry, I know!”

He chuckled cutely and leaned over to tickle you some more before showering you with more kisses. You let your face relax as you took in his warm gaze. You felt a little calmer and more serious after the small bout of liveliness you’d had.

“Sorry, I didn’t really ask about your day. Now that I’m done I can give you a massage while you tell me.”

Jimin let out a big breath and fixed his roughened hair, looking down at you with vaguely tired eyes that were still filled with appreciation.

“Massage sounds amazing love, but I need the toilet.”

“Okay, maybe the ice cream is back to normal. Get it on your way back?” You called out after him.

“Sure thing.”

You smiled softly to yourself as you thought about how much he had managed to cheer you up with one conversation. You did feel kind of selfish for unloading all your troubles onto him without seeming to give a shit about his day in return, but you promised you would make up for it as soon as he came back. You would help him turn his day around, just like he’d done for you.

In fact, the ice cream reminded you of this very moment. When it came down to it, something like this could never be irreversible. Even if you were a sad, melted puddle of emotions from the moment you woke up, you’d since been restored to your former glory by your saviour husband, your personal freezer. He kept you together when you needed it the most.

“AH!”

A muffled shout from the bathroom caused you to slap a hand to your mouth to stop the cackles from escaping.

“That’s a big motherfucker.”

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sugar-petals · 6 years

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Sub!RM Analysis: The Case of Jessi

On request by anon. As always... With body language! ❤️

Previous analyses: Sub!BTS ◆ Sub!JK ◆ Sub!Yoongi (pt.2, pt.3) ◆ Sub!Tae/Hobi/Joon

One thing’s for sure: Namjoon gets active being courteous with assertive ladies. He becomes super focused, gets excited easily (read: horny), makes tremendous efforts, is flirtatious, shy, cute. I reckon no other member in Bangtan can be as suave as RM. Not even Jimin. Who’s the Prince of Charm as we know. But it’s all a bit chaotic, extroverted, and depends on the mood. Namjoon is so deliberate being consistently smooth, the understated way. And herein lies his strong point: He knows the method of how to always put her first.

Now our interest here is how that goes together with his submissive side. A perfect exhibit of how Namjoon gravitates toward dominant women, gets along well, and is being suave, where do we find something like that. I think we can actually get quite a lot out of the first mins of Hello Counselor, May 2015. In which Namjoon was conveniently seated next to the domme in charge: Jessi. We all know what she prefers:

Jessi’s dominant through and through: public image, behind the scenes — even if she can be gentle, on stage. It’s true that she amps it up there, don’t get me wrong. But she is known for a very direct approach in person wherever she goes, and has always hinted at being similar sexually speaking in her songs, from Noona Kinks to leashes:

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She’s a good, close to foolproof example if we want to look at dommes. RM, believe it or not, met her, they interacted a lot, and something surprising happened.

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1:42 It’s already the first scene and he’s at it. Jessi, being her dominant self, is confronting the MC quite confidently. And what does RM do? He shifts his body closer to her. He didn’t look like he noticed. I did. Caught you, Joon.

2:07 Now that Jessi is at full throttle taking over the show as always, Joon gets coy. He looks down and fiddles with his cuff. Boy’s nervous. Look at that smol bean.

2:14 Unlike Taehyung, Joon looks at her performance smiling and stares. He nods his head along to the rap but then tries to avoid looking at her? No, His eyes go up to the left, upwards. That means accessing memory, emotion, and thinking. He’s analyzing what she says, too. Note his entire body’s moving to the rhythm while most of the other cast members sit still. That guy is feeling it and tries to figure her out at the same time.

2:38 More nervousness. This time: touching the calves. He often caresses himself to be calmer. His rap intonation is strangely sharp there, obviously, he’s trying to impress but not overshadow her because he keeps it brief. Jessi, of course, is super happy and claps, flips her hair to the side. Acknowledgement!

3:34 More peacocking. Namjoon clumsily dances backwards right into her zone but his face says smug. That was no coincidence. He looks back at her twice. She imitates the moves. He’s satisfied with the results and looks at Tae like good job! Now Jessi is a bit nervous and fiddles at her tank top. She always pushes her hair back to flirt, exposing the neck (pheromones, showing an erogenous area to kiss, you know how it goes), and guess on which side? Namjoon’s.

4:08 They’re back to the start: Namjoon messing with his own shirt. A minute later, it’s his plushie pillow. Do you see how they went back and forth? That’s mirroring — aka they like each other. You’ll see it all over, especially when both clasp their hands the same way. It’s good chemistry, a good dynamic.

6:04 A classic tough-minded joke by Jessi. Nobody looks at her laughing except Namjoon who is genuinely giggling with her turning his head. But downwards, looking at her from below. Subservience! As he does that, her front foot shifts towards him! Then, they lean their bodies to the exact same side.

9:01 Again, their bodies sync to align. Joon is busy stroking his calf again. Then laughs his ass off to ease the awkward tension when Jessi gets a negative spotlight and super pissed since she fits the rapper stereotype that the mom criticizes. He also sends sceptical, uneasy gazes and a crooked smile to the mom. You can tell by the expression, “oh dear, what does she say to Jessi next...”

9:45 They almost touch! By him pointing at Jessi’s knees during the torn jeans joke. And he uses both hands for that, not just one, wtf! Even a flat palm just hovering there lmao. Physical Freudian slip, that guy is dying to touch her but won’t since he catches himself (good boy). Jessi, however, is leaning back either way, it’s unclear whether he dodges or not since she faces the other way in the first place. She is rather uncomfortable at more negative focus on her created by the hosts, so Namjoon again tried to ease the situation.

Meanwhile, they have completely synchronized their positions — Jessi crossed her legs, Namjoon clasped his hands, both got themselves a pillow to hold on their lap:

Notice again how she keeps her hair to the other side so he can see her face/expression.

12:38 Perfect simultaneous head turn!

13:16 While Jessi has a mad as fuck glare toward the rude daughter, Namjoon is busy pulling his lip down with his pinky and thumb? What! Like hello madam, don’t mind the drama, how about kisses instead (remember her neck display earlier. it fits). Again, he tries to distract from Jessi getting into trouble. It’s really a consistent topic how he accommodates.

When she is very straightforward, RM says appeasing things. It’s striking that he doesn’t get aggressive, offended, contemptuous, or tries to resist like most men Jessi rightfully calls out but works his way around being diplomatic. Even if he is not part of the conflict, he still backs her up, and that says something about how selfless his affection is apart from wanting to seize her attention.

I think their dominant vs submissive inclinations sort of polarize but right when it gets interesting, they sort of disperse because other people get the screen time. For the rest of the broadcast I just noticed they return to sync pretty often, Jessi looks at him quite intently, and keeps her hair from falling to his side at all times :’)

So this is what we got. Take a look yourself. I think his behaviour is quite notable: wanting her close, always endorse, impressing her, being pretty nervous because something’s at stake. He’s definitely the kind of sub who will show his fondness quite readily (à la Taehyung or Jimin) instead of going into his shell waiting for initiative. I observed Jungkook and Yoongi doing this many times which is simply their unique manner of doing it. It takes another type of domme for that. Namjoon will be demonstrative and supportive right away on the other hand. And that’s a good closing note describing his way of submission, he has a lot of what I think the modern devoted gentleman can offer a domme.

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 5 years

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Daria headcanons

Warning: A bit of a departure from my lighter headcanons. These have reference to PTSD and battle wounds and Sirena death.

Daria had been orphaned at a young age. A sirena named Coventina found her near the sight of a shipwreck and deduced whoever her parents were, they must have gotten hit by the boat that they were sinking. But the bodies were already gone so Coventina’s second conclusion was that they could have been captured by survivors. Whatever the situation was Coventina decided to take the orphaned baby to her home.

Coventina was 16 when this happened and living with a family of 7. Her parents, her 4 siblings and herself. Her parents had urged her to give the baby to an orphanage or someone who actually could care for the child but Coventina was adamant about raising the girl herself. She had fallen in love with the baby that had such fiery red hair. It seemed like a sign that the baby would be like an untamable fire, it just needed the right fuel like love and proper values. Coventina named her Daria, meaning sea” and “maintains possessions well” as we’ve seen her protecting Coronando’s borders.

After the initial worry that Coventina was unprepared to take a baby and the upheaval it would bring to their lives, Coventina’s whole family began to get baby fever. They took turns waking up to feed, playing. Watching over etc. In time, it was like Daria was just another younger sibling and daughter to Coventina. Coventina still had first say when it came to how to raise her adopted child. Daria grew up to be an rambunctious, impulsive tomboy in a boisterously loud family that fought and loved in equal turns. Growing up with Coventina’s siblings, she viewed them as her uncles and aunts and would often join in on the roughhousing and other competitions that families with numerous siblings often have.

But Daria also showed traits that seemed to be inherited from her unknown parents. She was what one would call “goody two shoes” for her tendency to take rules and schedules and orders very seriously and rarely deviated from them. And even if one did call her that, one would be met by her cold stare as she calculated the best possible way to destroy you. Daria was pragmatic in that she would observe situations and see the weaknesses and strengths of the scenarios that would happen. Daria was more of a solitary loner who could get moody if she did not have her “me time” which was often the case during her teen years with so many people in the home. When compared to her expressive, chatty family, Daria was straight to the point and very blunt about her opinions which made her come off as unnecessarily mean. Coventina would try to guide Daria in becoming less judgemental of others, but she would sometimes come across the hard wall that was Daria’s stubbornness when she made up her mind about someone or something. That was her fatal flaw, her judgemental emotions clouding her pragmatism.

But Daria was very loyal to her family and tried her best to do right by them. She was most responsive to someone’s disappointment in her than someone’s anger and Daria would go to the ends of the earth to help her adoptive mother and anyone else who earned in her respect or loyalty. Another part of her eagerness to please her adoptive family was specifically the adjective. Adopted. She had been aware all along of this. It was difficult not to surmise with her red hair and darker skin tone. It wasn’t that it was a big deal in sirena society since there were a few orphans from human attacks, but Daria just felt a deep gratitude for these people who took her in when they didn’t need to and never treating her any different. She knew she could have ended a lot worse and so she wanted to make them proud of how they raised her.

Growing up, the fighting between sirenas and humans had reached its all time peak. Tensions were high as every day would come news of the latest sirenas who had been captured to be put in human showrooms or impaled by their ships. Not to mention, the malandros were also amping up their ambushes with increasing frequency as sirena attention was devoted to repelling humans. With so much danger around, the king made a decree for mandatory military training for all sirenas over 17 and more calls for people to join the army.

Daria signed right up on her 17th birthday, smudging her age just a bit. Daria’s anger boiled because of these humans. Sirenas had every right to live peacefully in the oceans that were their home. It was the humans that kept intruding upon them. It was the humans that acted like they were monsters and forgot that they had families of their own. This was not an attack of revenge, they were merely a defense.

The army life proved to be a natural fit for her. Even though the barracks were often in places with freezing currents and any friendly joking was met with a cold stare- Daria liked the order, and sense in living within the hierarchy, following the rules and the deep sense of pride it imbued that she was tasked with protecting her fellow sirenas lives. She was doing something useful and that gave her whole outlook of herself some more meaning than just being the adopted daughter-.

The army was split into sections, those who were better off using their singing abilities and those who excelled in combat. Daria was placed in the combat battalions. It was not that Daria had a bad voice, it was just her notes could get a bit pitchy to say the least. However, her ferocity and efficiency made her a beast in one on one battles and a lethal threat when she had an actual weapon. Her specialty was the trident.

Daria’s first assignment was to protect the borders of Coronando from malandros. Daria had spent weeks preparing for this, honing her eyesight and hearing to notice any discrepancies in her surroundings. Plus she had asked her mother for acting lessons so she was able to maintain a perfect poker face when staring straight at her enemy, pretending not to notice a thing, before going up and pinning them to the nearest rock. No malandro was able to past the pink coral of the kingdom entrance when she was on watch.

Daria’s battles against humans were a lot more brutal and horrifying than maldonado patrol. The humans used their ships to crush sirenas under their hulls, nets and spears cut and multitated sirenas’ bodies and those were only the ones who managed to escape. Their tails permanently disfigured and scales broken. Or worse, those who died instantly from a crossbow arrow shot in the head because their armor prevented any arrows piercing their torsos. Daria was not one who liked to talk about or even think on those battles. She would suffer in silence to the nightmares that were vivid and graphic but so distorted that all she couldn’t remember the faces or what happened. Just that there was a lot of blood in the water.

In those battles, Daria managed to escape unscathed physically and she was able to take the experiences of what went wrong to figure out plans for the next battle. She was the one who always took charge if the leading officer was hurt or killed and soon that led to her own promotion to commander.

By Daria’s early 20s, the unofficial war between humans and sirenas had subsided to random attacks every few months. It ended completely, a year after King Pescoro married Camilla. Pescaro ordered all sirenas to avoid humans and only attack in defense if they needed to. All in all, separation was the key. Initially, Daria was angered by this decree. It seemed like they were submitting to the humans and allowing them to do whatever they want. But she came around to understanding his decision when she realized that the separation did not affect her life. Sirenas had rarely needed to go to the coast or even above the waters for anything. They had only went above waters to fight the humans. Now there was no more danger since humans could not actively ambush them underwater. Daria went back to her patrols against the malandros and all seemed at peace.

Until one day, Daria and the rest of her squadron had been chasing after Saloso to his lair when he brought them to crowded fishing waters. The tactic worked with Saloso escaping among the tunas and the shallow waters forced the sirenas to go upward for more room. Above water, they were met with the sight of a dozen fishermen. The fisherman stared at them, frozen with surprise. For a brief moment Daria thought the fishermen weren’t going to do anything. The sirenas were in battle gear but they didn’t have any weapons and there hadn’t been a sirena attack for 2 years. But the fishermen were blinded by panic and fear, the fishermen used their nets to capture them, the knots and holes pressed painfully against their skin. Some rather savagely threw their nets over the sirenas mouths or necks in an effort to keep them from using their magic song. Other fisherman used their fishing spears to stab at them. The sirenas were outnumbered and unarmed and sporadically fought against the fishermen. Pulling them overboard and injuring them to the best of their ability. Daria couldn’t organize or control her squadron while she was in the midst of battling a fisherman aiming a harpoon at her.

Daria tried to use her voice to sway the fishermen to put down the harpoon but the moment she opened her mouth, he fired. Daria hit the seafloor and went unconscious when the harpoon pinned her tail to the ground. When she woke up again, she was in the sirena’s infirmary with doctors trying to get the harpoon hook out of her tail. The process was painful but Daria managed to pull through without a sound until the very end when she saw the result of the scar.

Daria felt completely helpless. She wasn’t able to count on her voice and the pain from her injury made swimming motions agonizing and caused a lack of balance. For someone who relied on her self-sufficiency, the thought of being dependent upon others was unbearable. Daria retreated to her room, locked in the silence of her own mind as she thought about the stat of her life now and replaying the memory of the attack until she felt sure she could feel the pain of the harpoon striking her tail fin again. No one was able to talk to her and she only resented the pitying stares. Coventina tried to comfort her but Daria only lashed out when others tried to tell her that there wasn’t anything she could have done to change things. Daria thought there was, she was the army commander, she was strong, smart and fierce, she should have been able to ward off the humans.

Despite Daria’s depressed mindset, she still submitted to the physical therapy that the doctors suggested. If there was a ways she could improve her swimming, she was going to take it. The physical therapy was where she met Ocho. Ocho was a grouchy young octopus then whose family was used to encourage and help sirenas with swimming disabilities. Ocho was the one outlier in his family. He was scrappy, always looking for a fight and was not exactly the patient, caring encouragement patients needed. Except Daria.

Daria despised her caregiver’s breathy “You can do it” speeches whenever Daria struggled with swimming in a straight line. What she did respond to was Ocho’s taunts that as a former soldier he expected someone who was much more motivated to swim and someone who wasn’t to pitied. That sparked some of Daria’s pride. She was still those things, she was still herself despite her fin. So, Daria would swim and work harder to prove him wrong. And their once vitriolic competition became playful banter as Daria’s therapy continued. The two would race around the reef and Daria started to appreciate how Ocho didn’t hold back his speed or coddled her because of her injuries. Even though he was an insufferable winner.

Over the months, Daria’s fin began to heal to that faint scar that we saw in Tides of Change and the pain that slowed her down had lessened and she learned to force more of her body weight to the side when she wanted to turn because her balance was still off. Unfortunately, Daria had to work her way back up to her former commander rank. She had thought learning to swim again was all there was to it. But as she practiced sparred with partners, they would exploit her obvious weakness. What was worse was that she’d natural start flincing or back off when someone aimed to attack her tail, and if the attacks persisted too much, she’d break into a severe panic attack. All the nightmares she had been repressing was starting to show themselves in more obvious signs of PTSD.

Daria was advised to go to a counselor, but it did not work out because she did not feel comfortable sharing her terrors to a complete stranger, furthermore, she was trying to act as if nothing was wrong. This continued to hamper her attempts to train and continually being given a menial job like cleaning the weapons.

In the meantime Coventina had gotten married and moved to a reef with warmer currents to the north of Coronando, but the two often visited one another and maintained their close relationship. One night Coventina decided to visit the army barracks to give Daria an invitation to join her and her husband for the holidays when she witnessed one of Daria’s panic attacks. Daria had been sleeping so when Coventina attempted to wake her, she almost got choked as a result by Daria’s fight reflexes. But when Daria realized she wasn’t in the middle of another human attack, she broke down in Coventina’s arms.

Daria began to Coventina about her nightmares and panic attacks, Coventina would talk to a trained therapist and Coventina would repeat the advice she had been given like deep breathing exercises and recognizing she is having a panic attack, not experiencing an ambush. Eventually, Daria talked to the therapist face to face and she continued to do so until she was able to gain some control of her fear.

Daria worked her way back up to her former position with some high praise from King Pescaro who had been tracking her progress since her injury. He noted her drive and resiliance, and offered to also serve as his personal guard as well as guard for his two children. Daria modestly accepted her king’s offer as just an extension of doing her duty but she was thrilled that he thought so highly of her to give her such a prestigious job. The one request she had was that she had Ocho join her as her personal helper. Ocho was ecstatic to join the fight to protect Coronando and remained Daria’s staunchest supporters in all matters.

Daria’s life in the palace was fufilling for her and she had come to garner a close connection with the king and queen who respected her opinions in army matters and seeing first hadn how devoted they were to the safety and happiness of her beauty drove Daria to do her best to keep them safe. The kingdom of Coronando would be lost if King Pescoro and Queen Camilla were gone from the throne.

Daria’s relationship with Marisa and Marzel was much more cool. Daria kept herself at a professional distance from her charges, but even so, she couldn’t deny that she wouldn’t give her life for theirs. She witnessed them grow from 7 year old sirenas to mature teens and knew their moods, tricks and quirks as easily as she knew Ocho’s. She did allow herself a few times to break her stoic facade whenever there was a fight between the two that she needed to act as a peacemaker or when Marisa and Marzel were really little, entertaining them so they wouldn’t inturrupt their parents’ royal meetings.

She’d admittedly prefers Marzel’s company as he isn’t the twin that she has to constantly chase after. Marzel was much more cautious and wary of the human world and kept current with enough of politics that Daria could converse with him about matters of the kingdom and military strategies. She was also his professional trainer for combat which was why Daria secretly harbors some maternal pride whenever she sees Marzel executing a particularly badass move that she taught him.

Marisa kept Daria on her toes...uh tail fin as she developed lots of tricks to ditch the adults so she could explore the surface world. With Marisa, Daria was like a mother hen, hovering to make sure she wouldn’t leave her sight. Daria would listen to Marisa’s hopes that humans and sirenas could someday get along and sternly explain the dangers that humans posed. She never told them about how she got her scar, but Marisa could infer and would always keep quiet about it whenever in Daria’s prescence. However, one time Marisa did argue back, saying that Queen Camilla had been human, did that make her a danger to their people? Daria didn’t know how to respond to that and Marisa did bring up a good point. But she shoved that thought aside and refused to think more of it. She didn’t feel like challenging the ideas that she held to be true. Despite their disagreements in what Daria saw as delusional thinking, she believed at the core, Marisa was a selfless, intelligent young woman and that she was going to make a change in the world, she had enough willl power to do it.

Daria had been expecting and accepting of the possible termination of herself from her post for her actions in Tides of Change. But, the King and Queen surprised her by putting her on suspension for two months. Upon hearing Elena’s comment that some people needed time to come around to the new peace, the two reasoned they should extend a similar act of leniency. Plus King Pescaro softened the sentence because of the loyal dedication of service Daria had shown his family for years before.

Daria is still commander of the reef, only she works soley against malandros instead of humans and is asked to head missions for Avalor/Coronando’s allies, but her job has mainly consisted of watching/advising the royal twins who have a surprising new load of responsibility since they helped to make and inspire the Avalor-Coronando alliance. She has also a mellowed a bit and actually joked with them. Marisa nearly choked on her kelp taco. From that reaction, Daria decided to keep the jokes to the minimum.

#daria #princess marisa #prince marzel #king pescoro #queen camilla #ocho #saloso #my hcs #my headcanons #headcanons #elena of avalor

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My hand slipped, fix it 3x18

Alex threw her keys on the couch after she closed the door to her apartment. She made her way to the fridge, pulled out a beer and a bottle of water.

“Hey Google, play CrushCrushCrush by Paramore.”

Alex’s home device responded as she took her drinks to her bedroom. She pulled the guitar off the stand near her bed, plugged in the amp, and flicked it on in time to hit the opening notes along with the song flooding the speakers in her apartment.

She played along loudly, stomping on the floor to the beat, allowing the music to consume her like it did when she learned to play the song ten years ago. The song ended and Decode followed it. Alex shook her head fiercely as she played the hook; she screamed along to the words that seemed to have new meaning for her all over again.

She stayed like this for hours, playing every song that came up next. She moved from Paramore’s albums to My Chemical Romance’s Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge.

She didn’t hear the knock on the door, and didn’t hear when her visitor came into her apartment since the door was left unlocked. Lena made her way through Alex’s incredibly loud living space. She smirked when she saw the older Danvers sister playing the solo to her favorite song from middle school.

Alex spun on the spot, still playing her guitar oblivious to Lena’s presence.

“Jesus Christ!” Alex yelled when she caught sight of the CEO standing in her living room with a bemused expression on her face. She immediately shut off the amp and song system, embarrassment spreading through her like poison.

“Sorry, Alex,” Lena said, a half smile still on her lips. “You said I could come over when I needed, and the door was unlocked…”

“Yeah, no, no, it’s fine,” Alex shook her head. “I just can’t believe you caught me playing along to MCR, no less. It’s kind of--”

“Hot,” Lena supplied, her cheeks tinged slightly pink at her own admission.

“I was going to say embarrassing,” Alex replied, curling the right side of her mouth upwards with confidence. “Didn’t think you were into pop punk.”

“I was a rebelliously angsty teenager at some point, Agent Danvers.” Lena quirked her right eyebrow up, enjoying the reaction she was getting from the older woman. “And who can resist a woman who can play guitar?”

It was Alex’s turn for her cheeks to redden. She coughed to loosen the tension she felt in her chest. “What brings you to my place, Lena? Can’t just be my above average musical skill.”

Lena smiled at this. “As much as I wish that were true, I did come to talk to you about what’s been going on, if that’s okay?” Lena fidgeted suddenly unsure of herself. “I know you said I could come by whenever I needed, and now I’ve invaded your space, so I hope this is acceptable.”

“Lena,” Alex breathed. The Luthor’s eyes shot up to meet her own. “You want a beer?”

“Uh, yeah, a beer would be great.”

The pair moved to the couch, talking about nothing in particular while they drank what Alex claimed to be the best I.P.A. that exists. Alex realized, that while she was friends with Lena, she didn’t know her that well. Kara usually monopolized Lena’s time when they would all hang out. But that was pre-break up. That was pre-Reign, too.

“I had no idea you’ve been out this long. I feel like an idiot for assuming you came out as recently as me.”

Lena smiled, liking that she was able to see a softer side of Alex. “Oh yeah, I’ve been out as queer since I was fourteen. I fell in love with my best friend and roommate at boarding school. Such a cliche, right?” Lena was talking animatedly as Alex listened amused. “We were together on and off for about two years.”

“What broke you up?” Alex asked as she sipped her beer.

“I graduated early and started my first doctorate at MIT.”

“Wow.”

“I didn’t want to do a long distance thing, especially when our relationship was kind of a secret on campus. And well, I was very interested in getting to know college girls at the time.” Lena winked at Alex, which made her chuckle.

“How’d that work out?” Alex asked with a grin.

“Oh, it was absolutely awful!” Lena laughed with Alex at her past. “I don’t know why I thought any adult women would be interested in me a sixteen. Once I turned eighteen, finished a BS/MS degree in Nuclear Science and Engineering at MIT, moving to be full time in my Biological Engineering doctorate, it all changed.”

“Really?” Alex questioned, her eyebrows raised.

“No, of course not.” Lena laughed at Alex’s reaction. “I was still younger than my contemporaries by at least ten years, and seen as a spoiled rich kid to boot.”

“I would think the ladies would be lined up around the block for you,” Alex said smoothly.

Lena smiled, watching Alex take a swig of her beer. “I’m sure that’s the case for you.”

Alex made a noise like a cough mixed with a laugh. “Me? No way. I’m far too nervous for any of that. No ladies want me.”

It was Lena’s turn to laugh. “No ladies want you? A strong woman who works for a secret government agency kicking ass and protecting the world, rides a motorcycle, plays guitar, and is incredibly gorgeous?” Lena raised her eyebrow as if to say Really? “Eighteen year old me would have been first in line.”

“Would have been?” Alex repeated before she could stop herself.

“Maybe I still would be in that line, even if you just saw me as your sister’s best friend,” Lena shared daringly, playing with the label on her beer bottle. Crime As Forgiven by Against Me! poured from the speakers, surrounding Alex and Lena in their own world.

Alex blushed, and looked past Lena through the sliding glass doors that led to her small porch. “We should go outside, it’s beautiful out.”

Without waiting for a response from Lena, she took the beer from Lena’s hand, put it on the coffee table, then spun to take both her hands in her own. Lena revelled in the feeling Alex’s fingers wrapped around her own.

Alex kept her one hand held loosely in Lena’s once they were outside. They looked up at the stars that were splattered across the night’s sky like someone flicked the end of a paint brush against a black canvas.

“I sort of had a crush on you, before I even knew it was a crush,” Alex conceded, not looking at Lena, but at the sky.

“Oh, really?” Lena replied, squeezing Alex’s hand that still hung in her own. “Had?”

“Maybe I still do, but am nervous you’re into your best friend again?” Alex’s heart thudded in her chest in time with the kick drum.

“I’ve been more amorous of her sapphic sister,” Lena admitted, leaning her shoulder into Alex’s.

They turned to meet each other’s gaze, Alex with hazy eyes while Lena’s sparkled. Alex nodded, as if to say that she understood what Lena meant, even if the information was still making its way to her brain.

While Alex still was formulating what to say back, Lena closed her eyes and brought her lips to meet the slightly older woman’s. They kissed slowly on the porch, each careful not to move too quickly. Just as Alex moved to slide her hands from Lena’s waist up her back, deepening the kiss in a way that made Lena moan, they heard someone clear their throat.

They pulled apart, Alex adopting a defensive stance slightly in front of Lena in anticipation of a fight from this intruder. She was met with Supergirl’s furrowed brow.

“Sorry, to, uh, interrupt,” Supergirl cleared her throat again, putting on a stoic grimace. “But we are needed at the DEO. It’s Reign.”

“Okay, we’ll meet you there,” Alex said, already turning to retrieve her jacket and keys in her apartment.

“Uh, ‘we’?”

“Yes,” Alex met Supergirl’s uncomfortable gaze. “Lena is helping us with Reign. She’s the only one who’s learned anything about how to subdue her.” Alex ended with a glare to her younger sister We’ve been through this, Kara.

“Right,” Supergirl cleared her throat, processing everything she’d just experienced in the two miutes she’d been near her sister and best friend. “I can carry you both, if--”

“Thanks, but we’ll meet you at the DEO,” Alex interjected. “Lena can come with me on my motorcycle.” Alex looked to Lena, who raised her eyebrow suggestively.

Supergirl nodded and took off into the sky.

After putting on her jacket, Alex grabbed the spare helmet she had and handed it to Lena.

“Sorry about that,” Alex offered.

“It’s not like you did it.” Lena inspected the helmet in her hands. “Maybe you can make it up to me? Take me riding?” She quirked her eyebrow in a way that made Alex melt. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Alex laughed wholeheartedly, taking a step closer to Lena so their bodies were nearly pressed together. “I can’t wait.” She leaned in to place a small kiss on Lena’s lips. Before either realized, they were pressed together again, Lena’s hands wrapped in Alex’s hair. She adored the feeling of the Alex’s buzzed undercut as she deepened the kiss.

Lena pulled back, breathing heavily. “Let’s go save the world.” She placed a quick kiss on Alex’s lips before taking a step back and following Alex out the door.

#agentcorp #supergirl #k reacts #k writes #3x18 #fix it fic

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Dust, Volume 4, Number 8

Sad Baxter

For the latest installment in our often-monthly roundup of shorter reviews, we've got an elusively rare CDR, a brief discussion of "Mallcore," the merging of Arabic tones with a free jazz style of performance, and some lovely, understated Aussie songwriting. Contributors include Bill Meyer, Jonathan Shaw, Jennifer Kelly, and Justin Cober-Lake

Anne-James Chaton/Andy Moor —Tout Ce Que Je Sais (Unsounds)

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Tout Ce Que Je Sais (All That I Know) is the fourth cohesive recording project by vocalist Anne-James Chaton and guitarist Andy Moor, and the second under their Heretics project. Sonically, it comes full circle to the strengths of their marvelous debut, Le Journaliste. Stripped back to what the two men can do live, certain strengths come to the fore. Moor’s guitar playing, an amalgam of chugging riffs, melodic permutations and those emotion-overloading near-explosions that have been his gift to the Ex for decades, is simply fantastic. You could just listen him do his stuff and the only thing you’d be missing is the way he shadows, underlines and propels the stark unfuckwithable authority of Chaton’s delivery. The Frenchman sounds undeniable reading the contents of his wallet, but the contents here — Francophone texts borrowed from or written about heretical figures that have endorsed the idea of undoing something — can’t help but add gravity to the music. Simultaneously freewheeling and unmovable, no matter what you’ve been listening to lately, this is one record that you really ought to know.

Bill Meyer

Neon Tiger—Accessorize (Bogus Collective)

Accessorize by Neon Tiger

Mallcore is a thing, it seems, so much so that multiple, competing subgenres lay claim to the label. One doesn’t know whether to laugh or weep. Neon Tiger’s recent EP sure doesn’t clarify anything. A few of the tracks scan as celebratory invocations of the climate-controlled corporate space of the late-twentieth century shopping mall, and the various consumer pleasures to be had therein. A few tunes feature weirdly distorted baritone vocals (including “Waiting in Line,” which turns out to be a couple sections of Tina Turner’s “What’s Love Got to Do with It?” chopped up and slowed down a cycle or three; perversely, it’s compelling listening). The distortion misshapes the vocals discomfitingly enough to suggest a measure of critical distance from all the logos and fluorescent lighting and foodcourt linoleum. But it’s hard to say for sure what attitude Neon Tiger takes toward its subject matter. In that way, the EP is a perfect postmodern object—mystifying surfaces, ambivalent values, with only the commodity form as a legible presence.

Jonathan Shaw

Luke Stewart—Works for Upright Bass and Amplifier (Astral Spirits)

Works for Upright Bass and Amplifier by Luke Stewart

There was a time when you had an excuse to not know who Luke Stewart was if you were not hip to Washington, DC’s jazz scene. Given his membership in the fiery improvising-for-justice quintet Irreversible Entanglements, that time is coming to an end. But that’s only one rock on a veritable heap of live-performance and community-building work that dwarfs his still-slender discography (debut efforts by Heart of the Ghost, Heroes are Gang Leaders, Mean Crow, Trio OOO). To that you can add the 31-year-old bassist’s solo cassette. Rather typically, his voice on his instrument is strong, but it does not speak alone. First comes a burrowing feedback tone, which morphs and recurs throughout the nearly half-hour long first piece as if to say that even when you’re alone, you’re not alone. Sometimes Stewart uses that continuous presence as a springboard for knotted, bursting figures; others he lets the amplification add a red, ragged glow to sprinting pizzicato forays. Turns out that the upright bass and amplifier make good company when Stewart’s giving out the working orders.

Bill Meyer

Leo Mullins—Being Here Is Everything (Self-Released)

Being Here is Everything by Leo Mullins

Leo Mullins, an Australian songwriter also affiliated with the Small Knives, makes a low-key but excellent folk-tinged full-length here, with shimmering spiderwebs of acoustic picking and soft shadowy melodies. “Weight of the World,” with its quietly gorgeous harmonies, is maybe the pick of the litter; it is melancholic and uplifting at once, and the guitar cuts through shifting vocal textures with a clean, sure resonance. Mullins brings in Amy Galloway and Kirti Mills to add subtle, pretty embellishments to a couple of songs, the slyly percussive “This Paper Boat” cushioned and softened with dual vocals at the chorus (that’s Mills), the drone-y mysteries of “Linger On” enhanced with Galloway’s wavery unisons (she also sings on the very lovely “Weight of the World"). This latter cut is one of two to feature Mick Turner of the Dirty Three on guitar. He bows his instrument on “Linger On,” adding to the VU-ish mesh of tones and undertones that flicker through that cut. “Let the Light In” also bears his imprint, though unassumingly, in the glittering lattices of picked acoustic that are hemmed in with bells. The songs take shape slowly out of mists and aura and tone, shiver like rainbows for a little while and then subside into the air, all the prettier for their evanescence.

Jennifer Kelly

Finn Loxbo—Eter (Gikt)

Apparently Finn Loxbo is a restless sort. The Swedish musician has played punky electric bass in the jazz trio Doglife, navigated his electric guitar through the busy traffic of the Mats Gustafsson’s Fire Orchestra and recorded an album of pensive folk-rock for Kning. Now comes a solo CD, the first release by the Stockholm-based Gikt label, comprising solo improvisations on the steel-stringed acoustic guitar. Is this the real Finn? Probably not, anymore than any one good thing you do sums up the real you. But he’s pretty good at it, and it concentrates talents he’s likely developed in his other endeavors. Loxbo seems to have prepared his instruments strings and mic-ed them closely, yielding gamelan-like sonorities on one piece, Derek Bailey meets razor wire fence sound-spikes on another and soft abrasions on a third. Each of the album’s seven tracks proceeds with a lucidity that suggests his songwriter’s mind does not shut off when he puts away the vocal microphone. File this with the work of Bailey, David Stackenäs, and Norberto Lobo, but don’t just file it away.

Bill Meyer

Mutilation Rites—Chasm (Gilead Media)

Chasm by Mutilation Rites

This record completes Mutilation Rites’ transformation from a black metal band flirting with death metal, to a death metal band that sometimes plays black metal riffs. When Mutilation Rites began dallying with deathy rhythms and chunky chords on Harbinger (2014), it was worrying stuff: it suggested a band flailing for a sense of identity, and the resulting record was uneven, at best. Mutilation Rites’ more significant commitment to death metal on Chasm turns out to be an enlivening move (pun intended, hardy-fucking-har). This sort of music isn’t supposed to be fun, but on Chasm the band sounds loose and confident, like they’re enjoying themselves. Maybe that’s partially due to their decision to cut the tracks for the record at Brooklyn’s Saint Vitus, a venue the band plays regularly. In any case, Chasm is a good record, and folks who really loved Mutilation Rites’ first few EPs needn’t fret: “Putrid Decomposition,” the longest track on the album and ironically the one with the most death metal title, has the fleet, jagged riffing that captures the band at their blackest.

Jonathan Shaw

Shelton/Mofjell—Uncovered short run CDR (Singlespeed)

Uncovered by Shelton Mofjell

Ole Mofjell kicks off Uncovered with a blast of force. Unrelenting but texturally varied, it makes this clear; you’re not in for an easy ride. In short order Aram Shelton joins him, blowing so hard and low that you might ask, “who’s the tenor player?” Ride the wave into the next track and the pitch territory moves upward, and then the question changes to, “how does he make an alto sound like that?” Time and experience have darkened and deepened Shelton’s instrumental voice, which has shed the diamond brightness that he wielded in various Chicago-based ensembles in the earliest years of the century. But his fluency has increased, and there’s no better place to hear it than in the company of a drummer like Mofjell. Each player shifts tone and tack in a second, using silence as well as motion to give the other room to take deep dives into the complexity of interactions with their instruments and each other. Caveat — the physical edition of this album is a pressing of 100 professionally duplicated discs that you might only be able to get by attending one of Shelton’s concerts or contacting him directly via his webpage or the Singlespeed site. But if you’re not into keeping the international postage racket afloat, there’s always Bandcamp!

Bill Meyer

Sad Baxter—So Happy (Cold Lunch)

So Happy by Sad Baxter

Sad Baxter’s “Sick-Outt” does the mid-1990s ramp up from relatively quiet, melodic verse to screaming, crashing, unhinged chorus in a way that few bands even attempt these days, and if you’re thinking Hole, that’s because Deezy Violet’s a girl. The real reference is Nirvana, here and in the slow building guitar-and-cymbals firestorm that is “Wash,” a transformation from clamped down palm-muted tension to full on feedback fused noise. Violet’s partner in all this, Alex Mojaverian, builds a bristling, shivering dissonant wall of percussion and amp buzz around a voice that snakes around curvy melodies like the Muffs’ Kim Shattuck or, more recently, Speedy Ortiz’s Sadie Dupuis. Sweetness and melody lurk in the intervals between bursts of splintering noise, hooking a finger to lure you in for the kill.

Jennifer Kelly

Manas—Live At (Null Zone)

Live At by MANAS

This cassette, which was recorded last summer at Fresh Produce Records in Macon GA, drives home a point that’s never exactly been a secret. These guys are punks. Guitarist Tashi Dorji may have been raised in Bhutan and he and drummer Thom Nguyen may operate within the realm of freely improvised music, but they're writing their own rule book. This half-hour performance rolls, slashes and rumbles in some pretty rocking ways; they play with an improvisers’ faith that their music will create its own form, but also with an abandon that suggests they really don’t care if someone doesn’t get it; they sound really loud; and out of all the places where they could have made a record, they picked a shop that (per photographic evidence sourced from a Yelp review) puts all four Kiss solo LPs on the wall. That’s plenty punk enough! Sobering up for a second, the music on this tape evinces more nuance and space than other Manas recordings, and sports their clearest recording quality to date. Rock on.

Bill Meyer

Gordon Grdina's The Marrow—Ejdeha (Songlines)

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Gordon Grdina's been merging his jazz-based guitar work and his oud studies for a decade and a half now, finding his way into Middle Eastern traditions while integrating his own voice. With his Marrow quartet, he's expanded the strangeness of what he does by opening space for bassist Mark Helias and cellist Hank Roberts, each of whom toy with the function and sound of their own instruments on new album Ejdeha. “Idiolect” lets each of the three musicians shine (percussionist Hamin Honari mostly stays steady here) while revealing Grdina's gift for composition. The track ebbs and flows, trading melodies and shifting intensity across its eight minutes before its surprising end. The piece relies on Arabic tones, but feels like a free jazz approach to performance, the sort of blend that Grdina can deliver in a way that's both comfortable and alien. “Ejdeha” pulses in a different way, its heavy beat thumping through as the quartet finds an unlikely groove. Grdina and his bandmates have figured out how to keep a grounding in various traditions while still sounding surprising.

Justin Cober-Lake

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