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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Uhhh the whole Demetri cockwarming thing is now stuck in my brain.

I could imagine where they basically have sex all over the house and then somehow end up on the couch. Full on naked, Demetri has her on his lap with his cock inside her, helping to keep her stuffed full of the multiple loads he put in her. He’s just rubbing her tummy as they watch tv, dick twitching in her tight creamy pussy.

Fuuuuck. Just marathon sex all over the house, in every room, on every surface imaginable 🤤Demetri is a fiend.

He'll take it as a challenge of some kind or it was said as a stupid joke and it gave him a great idea. It starts off in the bedroom and ends in the living room. Their clothes have been long abandoned somewhere, though for a while there Reader still had her panties on. He just pulled them aside when he was ready to get his dick wet or pulled them down to her knees, putting them back into place so his cum will pool in them. However, they became too soaked with cum after a while and he tossed them, opting to watch whatever was going to spill out leak down her thighs.

He's pulling her through every room, barely getting down the hall before he's pushing her up against it and fucking her there right. They barely say anything about where they're going or what they're doing, sharing breathless kisses and giggles from time to time. He beds her over the dinner table and the bathroom counter; he lays her out on his desk, the bed in te guest room, the floor when he can't wait to get somewhere else. He pins her to the wall or the edge of the kitchen island and pulls her leg over his hip. He puts her in a fullnelson and just fucks her in the middle of the living room. He shoves her front against the window over looking their front yard, anyone could walk by and see her fat, hickey covered tits squished against the glass, watch her get fucked and take another load deep in her cunt.

When they're too tired to go any further, Demetri scoops Reader up and brings her to the couch. He sits and he pulls her onto his lap, guiding his cock to her sensitive, used, puffy, cum covered pussy. She sinks down effortlessly and lays back against his chest, and he wraps his arms around her and snuggles her close. He kisses the harsh bruising hickeys on her neck and shoulders, soothing them with a few lashes of his tongue. He'll put on a movie for them to watch or her favorite show to binge, letting things calm down as they relax.

Except their still horny. His cock is rock hard buried in her tight little cunt. It twitches and her walls squeeze him. She presses her thighs together and whines, then wiggles her hips. He's rubbing his hands all over her, one over her full, slightly bloated belly, knowing she's full of his cum and he's plugging it up I'm her. But even after all they've done, their bodies still want more. She desperately, tiredly tries to grind her ass against him, but it does little to bring them to orgams.

She whines about it and he shushes her, kissing her cheek. "Let me worry about it, babe," he tells her, taking hold of her hips. He starts moved her back and forth on her lap, gently now. She moans and he bites his lip. "Just watch your show, I've got this."

He grinds her on him then bounces her a little. Before long, their sensitive bodies are reacting. She's coming all over him, milking his cock for all he has left to give. He shoots another load into her already full womb, sighing happily.

He lays them down on the couch, still buried in her warm cunt, and makes sure she's comfortable. He grabs the throw blanket off of the back of the couch and lays it over them; kts not big enough for him bjt it's perfect for her. She snuggles into him and watches TV, his hand on her belly, rubbing it as he thinks of her and the potential consequences of their actions 😏

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dsmutp · 3 years

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hehe now that i have gotten your consent- (i have 2 ideas for both sub and dom reader but that's for another story anyways so-) basically, c!eret gets jealous because whenever they're walking around with reader, reader gets distracted by something or dragged away by someone else, basically not giving him all the attention he wants. So he has enough of it and randomly drags the reader away(hold up i'm losing space here-😀)

gotchu fam <3

Another One of Those Days (C! Eret X Reader)

Being a king was no small feat. It wasn't all classy parties and fur lined capes - it also meant actually running a nation. And the SMP was no small nation. There were disputes to be settled and laws to be upheld, and at the end of the day, all of that responsibility fell to the king.

You were a little biased, but you thought Eret was doing a pretty good job of handling an entire kingdom. For the king of the entire SMP - a nation torn apart by wars on a regular basis - he wasn't doing half bad. Even war torn, Eret had the SMP as one of the most stable places to live. He did it all with a smile on his face, too.

Of course, he wasn't doing it entirely alone.

You were a something of a helping hand when it came to making sure the kingdom ran smoothly, being Eret's spouse. While he handled the most important parts of running a kingdom, you did a lot of the smaller things. Things like managing the palace staff, and handling smaller disputes (things like property line disagreements and civil arguments). It wasn't much, on the large scheme of things, but some days it could get pretty hectic.

Like today, for instance.

Since you had woken up this morning, you had been running around the palace all day. It seemed like the whole universe needed your attention - something had happened down in the kitchens during breakfast (meaning you'd had to cut your morning meal with Eret short), and the civil disagreement you were supposed to resolve today ended up stretching on for hours (meaning you weren't able to catch Eret after his morning council meeting) and then just as things had been calming down, someone had broken a stained glass window in the west wing (meaning you'd had to skip dinner entirely, and ended up just sneaking a few slices of sourdough from the kitchens).

Needless to say, you were exhausted, and you missed your husband.

Luckily for you, the sun had sunk behind the trees, the day was over, and he would be waiting for you in bed.

You finished off your sourdough dinner substitute as you approached the door of your shared bedroom, opening it up as quietly as you could and slipping inside. You didn't want to disturb him if he was asleep, as you were sure he'd had a hard day as well...

But no, Eret was very much awake, and waiting for you on the edge of the bed.

He had taken off most of his kingly attire - the long red cape usually found draped over his shoulder was folded over one of the armchairs on the other side of the room, and the crown was in it's proper place on it's shelf. Now, Eret's hair hung loose in his face, and his white silk shirt lay unbuttoned across his chest.

"Hello dear." He greeted in a low rumble, a smile coming over his face. "I missed you today."

You melted, taking his hand as he reached out for you, pulling you into his lap. Your head found it's place tucked underneath his jaw, and you wound your arms around his middle, sighing deep in your chest. "Hello love."

"You seem tired." Eret noted, stroking a hand through your hair. "Long day?"

"Like you wouldn't believe." You grumbled. "I don't think I've had such a busy day since before we got married." You nuzzled into him more, letting your eyes drift shut. "It's better now though."

You could feel Eret's chuckle bubble up in his chest. "I'm sorry we didn't get to take our usual breaks today." He said. "Perhaps I can make up for the lost time now?"

Your eyes opened back up at the suggestive tone in his voice, and you pulled back a bit so you could meet his eyes. "Oh?"

"If you're feeling up to it, of course." He said. "I just thought maybe it would help you relax, blow off some steam, if you will." His hand found it's way down to your thigh, kneading the flesh gently.

Goosebumps rose from your skin at the touch. "That would be very nice." You said.

A grin stretched across Eret's face as he shifted, letting you get out of his lap. "Put on something nice for me, won't you? I missed seeing you today."

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It couldn't have been more than a quarter of an hour later that you found your wrists bound to the headboard of the four poster bed you shared with Eret, your lingerie clad body spread over the sheets like a lewd painting. You tugged at the silk tie binding your wrists - one of Eret's many sashes. He'd worn this one to a few banquets before, a lovely deep purple color.

Now, the fabric only accented your skin as you lay in wait for him.

Eret stood at the foot of the bed, slowly shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, letting the fabric slide down over his back. He always liked to put on something of a show for you - and you were always appreciative.

Eret's eyes found you as he unbuttoned his pants, letting his trousers pool at his feet as he stepped out of them. In only his boxers, he climbed onto the bed, propping himself up beside you to run a hand down your body, toying with the fabric of the lingerie you had picked out.

"You look delectable darling." He said, playing with the fabric of your outfit. The action caused goosebumps to rise over your skin where his fingers just barely brushed across. "I love it when you wear this one."

"Well, you said you'd missed me." You responded, pulling against your ties to crane your neck forward. Eret indulged you, leaning down to press his lips to yours, wasting no time in opening the kiss. Eret stopped playing with your outfit and instead started removing it, exposing your bottom half.

He pulled away to toss the piece of the outfit away, throwing it towards the pile of his own clothes on the floor. A shiver ran up your spine as Eret's eyes drifted down your body - he looked like he wanted to eat you.

And he did.

You jerked against the ties as Eret put his mouth on you, his hands sliding upwards to grip around your hips, holding them down to the bed so you couldn't squirm away from the heat of pleasure. A moan escaped your throat as Eret licked around your hole, sliding a finger in.

Involuntarily, your hips jerked up, only for Eret to press back down, stopping you from moving too much. You ached to touch him, but you were still secured to the headboard. There was something tantalizing about being completely at his mercy though.

Another finger slid in, beginning to stretch you open as Eret kept up his ministrations. Your breathing picked up as the warm tingly feeling spread over the rest of your body. Eret never disappointed - not when he put his mouth to good use.

You weren't even surprised when your orgasm washed over you. Even when he was just prepping you, Eret was a generous lover.

He pulled back as you came back down to earth, shedding his boxers. His cock stood at full attention - red no doubt from where he had had it pressed against the mattress while he'd spoken a royal decree into your skin.

"Good?" He asked, bringing a hand up to wipe his chin off.

"Wonderful." You said, catching your breath. Eret's hands off your hips now, you angled them up. "In please?"

Eret smiled, one hand coming up to card through your hair. "Right."

One of Eret's hands came to rest on your hip, the other coming to rest on the bedsheets beside you, holding himself up so that he could slide into you. You tipped your head back, savoring the stretch as Eret sucked in a breath.

You began to roll your hips, not giving Eret a moment to adjust. He leaned down, choking on a groan as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck. You sighed as he began to press kisses up your jaw, sucking little bruises against the skin.

"I missed you." He said, picking up the pace as he rolled his hips. "Even though it was just a day, I missed you."

"Needy." You tsked, meeting every thrust.

"You like that though." Eret said, voice tipping into something breathier. You could tell he was nearing his peak now, and you were beginning to reach a second - it would be easier for him to tip you over the edge now that he had done it once before.

All it took was a particularly rough thrust for you to be unraveling for a second time around him, Eret following you over the edge.

He collapsed against you, pillowing his head into your chest. You took a moment to catch your breath, just letting the feeling settle into you.

"Feeling better?" Eret asked, voice muffled as he spoke right into your skin.

"Much." You said. "You know what would make it better though?"

"Hm?"

"If you untied me so I could cuddle you to sleep."

#dream smp x reader #dream smp smut #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut #eret smut #eret x reader

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alirhi · 3 years

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...goddess help me...

This fucking episode. *deep breath* This... This episode is where I'm expecting to get some serious hate. Let me just get this out of the way right up front:

I. Hate. Zemo.

I do not find him sympathetic, or funny, or charming. I find him creepy and annoying. I did not like him in CA:CW and I do not like him in TFATWS. If you are pro-Zemo, you are not going to like my version of this show from here on out. Just find something else to read and don't bother me about it. You've got the actual canon, so go enjoy that.

Got it? Good. Now, on to the main event!

Episode 3: The Power Broker

First of all, Sam doesn't let Bucky walk in there alone. No matter Bucky's (flimsy and nonsensical) argument, Sam's like "hell no. I go in with you, or you don't go in." The main reason for this isn't to keep Bucky from breaking Zemo out of prison (with decent writing, he would never do that) - it's so that Sam witnesses Zemo taunting Bucky with/about the trigger words. because Zemo is a piece of shit.

Since he doesn't know the full story, Sam is confused, but he files this interaction away to ask Bucky about later. He's listening to Zemo acknowledging that Bucky was "not conscious for most of [his] imprisonment" (which, yes, clearly refers to the time he spent frozen, but can also mean while he was under their control as TWS/"The Asset" - also, key word: imprisonment) and when he calls Bucky a means to an end, Sam scowls, looking ready to go off on him, but he waits. They've got more important issues.

Neither of them entertains the thought of breaking Zemo out for even a nanosecond. He does that shit himself. And literally the only reason I'm sticking with him getting out at all is because I want to address some truly egregious moments linked directly to him in the show. Zemo makes them think he's setting them on the trail when really he's just sending them to his motor pool. Bucky and Sam are confused until they see Zemo in his stolen guard uniform, then they're both angry and want to ship him right back to prison, but he strikes a deal with them: "My help for my temporary freedom. Creating super soldiers cannot be allowed to continue; let me finish my work, and then do with me as you will." He has no intention of going quietly back to prison, obviously, and they're not stupid enough to believe otherwise, but they believe they can keep him on a short leash, so they agree for now. Anything to bring down the Flag Smashers and whoever created them.

After the title, we cut to Raynor on the phone in her office. She's agitated, fiddling with things on her desk. "No, sir," she's practically growling, "it was disrupted. - Walker did! - It's not my fault your new attack dog got off-leash!" She pauses, huffs, and says more calmly, "No. Of course not. I'm sorry. - Well, I don't see how, with the new Cap strutting around barking orders! - What am I supposed to do? Tell Captain America in front of a dozen witnesses that he can't have his predecessor's favorite pet because we're not done reprogramming him? I didn't see that going over too well. I made a call. - No. No, no, no, we can still use him. The work's not finished, but he still trusts me. He'll be back." A pause as she listens. Angry again, she snaps, "What do you want me to do, shove a tracker up his ass? He'll be back, and we'll pick right back up where we left off! - Don't worry, sir, the Asset will be fully compliant and ready to use soon. I'll make sure of it. - Yes, sir. You, too." She hangs up and tosses her phone on the couch, grumbling, "Dick."

Cut back to Sam, Bucky, and Zemo getting going on their trip to Madripoor. On the plane, Sam wants to talk to Bucky about what he's learned so far, but doesn't want to bring it up in front of Zemo... until the notebook incident reminds him that Zemo already knows more about Bucky than he does.

After Zemo's line about the list, Sam angrily corrects him: "You mean people HYDRA used The Winter Soldier to hurt." When Zemo shrugs and his response is basically along the lines of "what's the difference" Sam is like "oh hell no."

"Those words you were reciting at him," he reminds Zemo, "what were they, Russian? They clearly meant something. They were supposed to do something. What are they?" "Sam, let it go," Bucky pleads, unable to look at either of them. "It's nothing." "You wanna drown in your guilt, that's fine," Sam snaps, "but make sure it's for the right reasons." He turns back to Zemo, who's smiling at this exchange because he's a monster and thinks Bucky's suffering is fucking funny. "I asked you a question, Zemo. What did those words do?" "They activate the Winter Soldier programming," Bucky grudgingly admits. He doesn't want to talk about it, but he's sure as hell not going to let Zemo speak for him. "Or, they did, before the Wakandans got all that shit out of my head." "It's a shame," Zemo says with a smirk. "Imagine the possibilities that come with perfect obedience." "I think you mean 'slavery'," Sam growls, "and I think you're in the wrong crowd to be looking so pleased about it. Remember that we can send your ass back to prison any time." "Of course," Zemo agrees, but with an arrogant smile that shows he doesn't believe for a second that these two have any real power over him. Still, he bides his time and sits back quietly, watching Bucky fidget with the notebook. Sam turns back to Bucky, seeing his discomfort; he won't let the topic go, though, not yet. He just softens his tone. "So, they 'activated the Winter Soldier'? What exactly does that mean?" Bucky shrugs, still not looking up. "Pretty much what he said - perfect obedience. What little consciousness they left me between cryo and the chair was squashed down, locked away. And I did whatever I was told, exactly the way they told me to." It finally clicks. He'd had his suspicions before, of course, but now Sam gets it. Visibly horrified, he stares at this quiet, broken man, and finally sees the truth of what he'd been through for 70 years: "They stripped away your autonomy. Shit, Bucky, they didn't even let you be a person. That's..." He swallows, looking like he'll be sick any minute. "That's awful, man. I'm so sorry." When Bucky tries to shrug it off and downplay it again, Sam gets angry. "Look at me!" He waits; it takes a few seconds, but Bucky reluctantly looks up and is surprised to see just how upset Sam is on his behalf. "It wasn't your fault. None of it. When Steve said you didn't have a choice, I had no idea... You really, truly had no choice; not even the ability to choose. That's horrifying." "I doubt it would make much difference to the people he's killed," Zemo points out snidely. "Or their families. Let's ask Tony Stark, shall we?" "You shut the hell up," Sam growls. He watches Bucky flinch and make that face - the face he's starting to really fucking hate - that says he agrees with Zemo. Bucky still can't see things the way Sam does; he still feels the guilt and shame, and even when he himself pointed out his lack of agency under HYDRA, it didn't click for him that Sam is right, not Zemo.

It's too much, too soon. Sam sees that and decides to change the subject, to give Bucky some time to process. He nods at the notebook, and they have their little Marvin Gaye debate, where Sam is over the top about it on purpose, because Bucky needs the distraction.

Of course, Zemo ruins it by opening his big mouth again and reminding Bucky of more trauma: his time fighting in WWII. That's why Sam latches onto the bit about Madripoor; to keep the focus not only on the task at hand, but off of Bucky's past that he clearly still can't cope with.

"James... You will have to become someone you claim is gone." Sam is officially ready to throw Zemo out a window. 😂 The only reason he doesn't jump to Bucky's defense again and basically tell Zemo to fuck himself (in a PG-13 way 🙄) is because Bucky's, as Sam pointed out in ep2, a grown-ass man, and because he's just learned how few decisions this poor man has been able to make in his life. Sam doesn't want to come across as another "handler," deciding everything for him, even if he does think this plan is stupid and needlessly cruel.

At the bar, when asked if he wants "the usual", Sam just casually waves the bartender off like "nah". Zemo already said they had business to attend to, so it's not like anyone would be suspicious that now's probably not a good time to be doing weird shots lol. (wtf even was that? I'm not sure I want to know, but...what part of the snake did he drop into that drink?)

Sam's not an idiot (I'm really so sick of this trend of turning intelligent characters into morons because the writers can't think of any other way to move their plot along) so his cell phone has been off this whole time. No sudden call from Sarah to put them all in danger. There was really no point to that, anyway; Sharon likely would have killed Selby for talking about Nagle with or without the excuse of "saving" Sam and Bucky. I mean, it's not like they know who fired that shot, ever.

"They cleared the Bionic Staring Machine," Sam still jokes, but he follows it with, "and they think he's a mass-murderer." "They think?" Sharon stares at him incredulously. "Didn't he kill pretty much everyone he's ever met?" "Wow." Sam glances back at Bucky. "She really is awful now." To Sharon, he adds, "You met Steve; do you really think he'd have defied 117 countries to protect someone evil?" "He did it for Bucky," she points out. "Let's face it - Bucky could blow up half the planet, and Steve's loyal-to-a-fault ass would still take a bullet for him." "You know I'm sitting right here, right? I can hear you." "Look, I don't think you're evil, Bucky," Sharon assures him. "But I know you killed a lot of people for HYDRA." "I'm not denying it." "He didn't have a choice," Sam snaps, glaring at them both. "But we're not getting into that right now. My point is, the government's afraid of Bucky, and they still pardoned him. All you did was steal something. I'm sure they can be persuaded to see reason." "The day the US government sees reason," Sharon quips, rolling her eyes, "is the day I sprout real wings and fly off into the sunset." "Careful, Icarus," Bucky mocks with a smirk, "the sun and brand new wings don't exactly go together." Then he shrugs and glances at Sam. "But she's not wrong."

At the party that night, it takes a few minutes (grumpy old man Bucky's not sure how to feel about the music lol) but a peek of pre-war Bucky comes out to play: they were told to "blend in", so he dances. At first he's just bobbing around alone looking stoic and out of place, but soon he's smiling and dancing between two attractive people - one male, one female. Sam is surprised, but before he can tease him for it, Sharon comes to get them all. Even she's a little "wait what?" at Bucky having a little fun lol. (recovery is not linear, guys. trauma doesn't mean "perpetually miserable, no fun, doesn't even know how to smile." in my TFATWS, Bucky gets his lighter moments; real ones, not humor at his expense)

When they find Nagle, Bucky's the one who notices and opens the secret door, while Sam keeps an eye on Zemo. Bucky catches Zemo trying to grab that gun; closes the drawer on his hand before opening it and taking the gun away. "Nice try." Nagle tries to get away while there's only one person watching him, but Sam catches him and forces him back into his seat. With a bruising grip on the back of Zemo's neck, Bucky drags him back over to where he and Sam can both keep an eye on him. Nagle is killed in the shootout as they're trying to escape; Zemo still runs off, blows shit up, and comes back with the stolen car so he's not totally useless.

I had no problem with Zemo being the one to kill Nagle; Nagle was the worst and def had to die, and Zemo has never had an issue killing anyone. Where I took issue with this scene was Bucky and Sam being dumb enough to let Zemo wander and get his hands on a gun. Nope. Not happening.

Anyway, shootout! Explosions! Funny banter! The seat thing, which is my favorite nod to CW ever lol... And then the conversation on the plane...

"You okay?" "Yeah." Sam sighs. "Just thinking." "About how to get Sharon that pardon you dangled in front of her?" He shakes his head. "About how Nagle referred to 'The Winter Soldier Program" like it was some kind of after school club; like you weren't standing right there. And 'the American test subject' like... Like Isaiah wasn't even a real person." He turns to face Bucky, looking angry and weary. "Makes me wonder how many times... How many times are we gonna run around in the same circles before people learn? And how many people need to get crushed underfoot in the meantime?" "Did you really just equate me with Isaiah?" Bucky frowns, not sure how to react to that. "That man is a hero." Sam opens his mouth to say something, but his phone goes off and Zemo approaches at the same time, effectively cutting off their conversation.

When they get to Riga and Zemo tries to guilt trip them over Sokovia, Bucky deadpan reminds him, "Neither of us were involved in that fight." "I doubt you'd have been much help if you were." He shrugs. "Probably not. But I like to save my guilt for events I was actually present for. It's a thing." Zemo laughs. "Fair enough."

Bucky goes on his walk, and meets up with Ayo.

#how it should have gone #tfatws #tfatws critical #if i'd written it #episode 3

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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Can you do a Asahi scenario where he's got a crush a fellow 3rd year who happens to be Noya's super chill sarcastic honor roll older sister (basically opposite of Noya aside from the fact that they're both troublemakers, but she just gets away with it)?

Of course you can sweetie~! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it~! As always, we both thank you so much for your request and really appreciate your support for our blog~!

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A glance. That’s all he could really muster up at the moment as he caught sight of her from the opposite side of the classroom. Though no matter how hard he tried to build up his confidence to have a proper conversation with her, it always died in his throat the moment her eyes met his own star struck ones.

He’s been made fun of countless of times by his friends, though what shocked not only him, but both Sugawara and Sawamura, was the fact that the person he had the absolute biggest crush on, was none other than Nishinoya Yuu’s older sister.

Initially, the three hadn’t believed the thought, yet as their observations of her began to parade their minds it was practically unanimous that she was somehow related to their energetic and chaotic Libero. (Shimizu had ended up confirming their suspicions during a mini meeting between the 3rd years after volleyball practice.)

Though he had to admit he was absolutely stunned into silence at how different she was in comparison to energetic, loud, and chaotic Libero. The only similarities they had were really the troublemaker tendencies--- though he was rather curious as to how she managed to slip by without being reprimanded in comparison to her younger brother who just so happened to get suspended earlier that school year.

His answer really came to him when he had stumbled upon her on his way to the gym. A clear look of hesitance in his eyes on entering his secret haven. Despite the dread that pooled in his stomach at the thought of being blocked over and over again.

“Huh, so you’re the Ace that Yuu’s been so hung up on about. I gotta say, for a big man such as yourself...you act more like a frightened bunny.”

The tone in her voice had him straighten up as a pink blush dusted his cheeks. Her (e/c) boring deep into his brown ones as he began to stumble over his words. An attempt at a conversation falling all over as he fidgeted in place.

“H-Huh? Oh I... I’m not... I mean I am! But uh...”

He was interrupted by her laugh, mocking, yet kind in it’s own special way as his cheeks darkened in color.

“Whoa there big guy! Calm down. I’m not gonna eat you like some wolf-- unless you want me too~.”

The flirtatious tone that followed had him utterly stumped as she took a step closer to him, her eyes gleaming with mischief before she leaned in close.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me Asahi.... your crush is as plain as day, but I gotta give you kudos on your little attempts at conversation with me those various times. Sorta made me curious about you too. So much so that I had to ask Yuu about ‘cha~.”

Another gulp came from him as he tried to back up, a desire for some space despite how much his heart wanted him to lean down to claim her lips for a kiss. Her comment previously having been blown straight over his head, though as he slowly repeated the words in his mind he felt himself short circuit.

“W-What?”

“Cute.”

Unable to really hold herself back at the bait tossed before her, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the corner of his mouth. A mischevious smirk gracing her features as she finally pulled back.

“Hope that’s enough of a statement for how I feel about you Asahi, and this is a reminder. You’re an ace, but you’re not alone dumbass. I’ll see you after volleyball practice. Alright?”

Standing dumbfounded in his spot, he couldn’t help but watch her fading back before he was jolted out of his trance by Shimizu. A knowing smile on her face as the giant couldn’t help but know that by the time he swung by for practice he’d be teased by not only Sawamura and Sugawara, but by Nishinoya and Tanaka.

Sighing softly, he couldn’t help but gently cup the area where she had kissed, another blush on his features as he began to think of a date spot they could go to after practice.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #asahi x reader #asah #asahi azumane x reader

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dirtydragonthoughts · 3 years

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Orion Pax: Free Fall (IDW2 Issue 6 Review)

Summary: Optimus takes the spotlight! Even a bot as wise as a leader of the Autobots needs guidance now and again, so Optimus turns to Codexa—a Cybertronian who has grown into the very planet itself. Will she help Optimus settle his problems with Megatron or will she lead them both to ruin?

Review

After the introductory miniseries, we take a step back and get some back story on Orion Pax and Megatron, and their early friendship. If you are reading this through in a collection now, this would be a good place to stop and consider what happened in the last issue, and gives you a breather before the story moves on. But when it was released, it was a strange segue into the next phase of the story: we ended on a cliff-hanger in issue 5, and step away from those events.

Orion has gone to speak to Codexa about what's troubling him (specifically on how to proceed, especially in light of the troubles with the Rise and the Ascenticons). But most of the issue is flashbacks of his friendship with Megatron: the two of them working to clean up Cybertron after the war, and Megatron doing some (probably illegal) extreme sports shit on a whim.

Overall, this issue seems to be setting the groundwork for the history that Megatron and Orion had, to set up what happens next.

Favourite Panel

I wrote a fic inspired by the text in this panel.

Culture

Megatron mentions the arena that is being built as part of the reconstruction, and Megatron plans to participate in the bouts, "getting everything back to how it was before the war."

Also I was amused by the apparently automated assistant on the space elevator. It sounded very polite, exactly the sort of thing you'd hear on something like the SkyTrain in Vancouver.

Megatron also tosses in an offhand comment that they won't be allowed to do things like "jump out of the space elevator" when they're a senator and head archivist. Propriety is apparently a thing.

Planet

As Orion and Megatron fall towards the surface, we get a good aerial view of the planet. Megatron tells Orion to aim for the Lechate Lagoons, which end up being pools of greenish liquid or muck. (The pools must be pretty deep, because he fell into them from a pretty big height!)

Physiology

This issue starts getting into the idea of immersants. We get a few more dribs and drabs about this later on, but... Apparently some Cybertronians, when they've decided they are done with everything, let themselves get reabsorbed by the planet. It's a conscious choice, based on a comment Orion made. Gradually the immersant's consciousness becomes one with the planet, and they drift off that way peacefully. We see Codexa in a cave, surrounded by others who have also gone immersant, so there might be specific areas where they can do this.

Immersant Cybertronians apparently become less and less "present" as they get absorbed, as Orion implies when he asks whether Codexa is still there.

Politics and History

We get some ideas of how much time has passed: the scene with Megatron and Orion helping clean up after the war was two megacycles ago, while their jump from the tether was three hundred kilocycles ago.

Megatron says he'll stand for the Ascenticons as a Senator, and Termagax was their founder. Orion does not agree with their policies.

We also get another hint about the War for the Threefold Spark, in that someone named Exarchon was their leader. Orion called Exarchon the Threefold Spark, and mentions that there was something unique about him. Interesting...

But most importantly we get the (abbreviated) text of the Nomimus Edict. Basically, it seemed to be passed in reaction to what happened during the war: No expansions, no energon harvesting anywhere there are already inhabitants, rationing and energy conservation, and a ban on weapons that aren't part of your body. This is what the Ascenticons are rallying again.

Final Thoughts

I'll probably say this again later, but Ruckley is a deft writer. He seems to be trying to tell a VERY big story, but the best issues (including this one) are the ones that focus on a smaller cast of characters and their relationships. I'm sure there's a way that could be balanced (possibly in editing), but the stumbles out of the gate really coloured some people's perceptions of the comic, which is a shame.

Overall, this was a good issue!

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