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10 Time Thanks You: Chapter 3 (Generator Rex)He started to gasp as he neared his end. His pace was fast and jerky. Rex whimpered out a cry when he came and groaned as his bed sheets became wet with his release.
With his heart hammering and the blood rushing in his ears Rex held his breath and listened for any sound from his best friend and temporary housemate. As construction continued at Providence HQ he had been shacked up with Noah until the work was done. He knew doing this kind of thing under the same roof as his crush was just inviting trouble, but being around Noah more than he ever had before only made his infatuation with him grow and after holding back for a week was he needed some way to find release.
When he didn't hear anything Rex sighed and lay on his back and closed his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy the last few pulses of his orgasm.
His mind floated away in thought as his body relaxed. Rex shuddered as he imagined Noah rising from his bed and quietly climbing down the stairs and walking over to Rex's bed in the
10 Time Thanks You: Chapter 2 (Generator Rex)During the first month Noah spent with Rex he was pretending to be his friend in order to control his impulsive side and report back to his boss, White Knight. Things were pretty uneventful. They normally went to the park by his house and took turns shooting his basketball.
They didn't talk about much as they ran around the court chasing the ball.
It was mostly Rex who did the talking. And Noah let him blow off steam about the "joys of working for Providence," as Rex often put it; making sure Noah was fully aware of much he really didn't enjoy being under surveillance twenty-four hours a day.
But one afternoon just as classes had just gotten out for the day and Noah was walking home when he heard a loud boom resonate followed by a caravan of white Providence drop ships flying overhead. Noah watched, open mouthed, as they disappeared behind the school building.
"They're landing in the diamond!" one of the students shouted.
There was a rush as a surge of students and faculty pressed forw
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If being your boyfriend keeps me safe I think we ought to get hitched," Noah joked.
Rex replied with a single sarcastic laugh.
Mr. Nixon laughed along with them but his was deeper than the lame joked required. It made Noah wonder if his father's enjoyment might have been for a different reason.
Noah gave his father a "shut up, you're embarrassing me in public' look. To which Mr. Nixon replied with a "I'm your parent, it's my job to embarrass you in public" shrug of his shoulders.
After he rolled his eyes at his dad Noah hurried after Rex.
"Nice," Noah whispered.
They had stopped in front of a circular booth in a corner that allowed them a full view of the stage.
"The best table for the b est patron," Euryale cooed running her fingers under Rex's chin who, giggled at the ticklish touch.
Perhaps it's because he was pretending to be Rex's boyfriend but Noah didn't like hoe Euryale was openly flirting with Rex.
"My, he's very loyal," Euryale commented looking at Noah. "Look how ups
It's A Gift (Motorcity)"Hey Mikey, are you sure you wanted to meet up here?" Chuck asked nervously. He looked out the passenger’s side window. They were near the entrance of the downtown bridge. "You know that I don't like this place." Too many bad memories. The last bit went unsaid, but Chuck was sure Mike knew that.
"I know. I was hoping that coming here we could perhaps change your feelings for this place. Make you see things in a more positive light?" Mike suggested hopefully.
"S-sure," Chuck sighed and turned away from the window to look at Mike. "I mean it couldn't hurt to try." His heart fluttered when Mike smiled at him. He couldn’t help but return the grin, Mike always had that effect on him.
Mike stepped out of the car and pocketed the key in his jacket. He looked around taking in the neon lights and the shadows they created over the ground, and scanned the area looking for any sign of people.
The place looked deserted, which was has he hoped. So far, things were going according to plan
10 Times Thank You: Chapter 1 (Generator Rex)It surprises me that Rex doesn't hate basketball. He is so bad at it that he might do himself a favor and stop torturing himself with the sport.
I wince as Rex's next shooting attempt is an air ball. The ball arches too soon and misses the hoop by a good foot to a foot and a half.
Rex isn't bothered by it in the slightest. He just laughs at his poor attempt and runs after my basketball as bounces towards the grass. No matter how many times he misses, which is the majority of the time, he just appears to be more determined than ever to continue playing.
I guess that's Rex at his core though. He's never been one to give up on anything. Once he gets going there isn't much stopping him. It doesn't matter if it is taking down an Omega class EVO or failing to score points in a causal game against me.
I envy him his never give up attitude.
He turns to face me grinning as he pops the ball back into play.
The moment I catch the ball with both hands he is on me playing defense, his eyes concentr
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“Oh wow, I only thought places like this existed in the movies.” He whispered to Rex as he looked around, taking in the atmosphere.
The restaurant’s interior was way more friendlier than the outside. Lanterns of every shape and size dangling low from the ceiling. There was a stage with a live band playing Chinese ballads to serenade diners while they ate.
“I thought you would like it,” Rex said a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Nice choice, son,” Mr. Nixon concurred with a rough pat on Rex’s shoulder.
Rex beamed. “Just wait it gets better.”
“Damn, Euryale’s on duty. Don’t stare. I made that mistake once and couldn’t see for two hours,” Rex advised pulling his goggles over his eyes.
Before Noah could ask what Rex was talking about they were greeted by the hostess. His jaw dropped at the sight of her.
Long wavy hair black as ink tumbled over her shoulders framing an hou
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“This is where you wanted to go?” Noah asked staring up at two lion statues. Their large granite mouths twisted in a vicious snarl, daring anyone to come inside. He imagined them coming to life and devouring those they deemed unworthy. He shivered. “I-it’s a bit intimidating.”
“Y-yeah,” Mr. Nixon agreed cowering under the stony sentries’ gaze.
“Why are you the one scared? Isn’t this the place you picked out?”
“Actually…” a familiar voice cut in. “The one who picked it was me.”
Noah looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened as Rex idled next to them on his Ride.
“Rex!” Noah cried out in pleasant surprise.
“Hey Noe,” Rex smiled. He deconstructed the hover-bike and approached the father and son duo on foot.
“What are you doing here? The answer jumped at him before he could finish asking. “You weren’t really talking to mom?”
Honor Thy Father 10 (Generator Rex)Noah focused his attention to the road and tried not to get upset with his father as he read his new text message.
“Noah, go make a left at the next light.”
“Because I told you to,” Mr. Nixon said using that tone all parents used when they didn’t want to explain themselves.
And Noah responded with a deep sign and a roll his eyes in the way all children do when their parents didn’t want to explain themselves. “Alright fine,” Noah conceded. He turned on his blinker and checked his blind spot before getting into the turning line.
Honor Thy Father 9Unbelievable. I’m freaking out and he’s checking sports scores!
“Dad?” Noah let a sliver of his annoyance slip into his tone.
“Hmm?” Mr. Nixon titled his head to the side towards Noah, but kept his eyes on the phone. His thumbs danced over the touch screen of the smart phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Hm? Just texting your mother our plans,” he answered. With a final tap of his fingertip he sent the message and then gave his attention to Noah. “Did you say something?”
Noah started to speak when his dad’s phone pinged with the default new SMS chime.
Spain X Reader- Avert Your Eyes
A Popsicle was hurled towards you at great speed, spinning as it neared closer to your slouched frame. You flinched as the cold, wrapped treat thumped into your arm and slid down your thighs to the sweltering cement floor.
“Nice catch, my friend!” Antonio threw his head back in laughter as he scrambled up the wall, taking a comfortable seat next to you. Without even a grumble you reached down and grabbed your cold treat, wanting nothing more but for it to be inside of you. The cheap wrapping was discarded immediately before your dry tongue slid over the flavoured ice, savouring the cooling treat.
Your teeth grazed over the frosty surface, the sweet flavour thrilling your taste buds as the cold treat gradually melted on your pink tongue. You breathed out with a delighted sigh, your eyelids sliding down over your vision as you sucked as much flavour from the luscious Popsicle, its colour staining your lips blue. The sweltering sun’s ray beamed on yo
Dark!Makoto X Chunky Reader- His
She was the ideal example of what perfection was. To him, she was everything and most importantly she was his. Seeing her interact with the rest of them made him sick, they weren't worthy enough to speak to her let alone look at her.
(Your name) was his and his alone.
Makoto continued to stare from his safe spot from behind the tree at you and Nagisa as you talked and laughed together. His once friendly eyes were now glazed over with another look, a look nobody would imagine him having.
His eyes were locked onto his target: Nagisa.
Hatred boiled in the seemingly nice young man as Nagisa's arms snaked around your large, soft waist squeezing you tightly. He should be the only one to touch and hold those generously soft curves of yours. Makoto punched the rough bark of the tree as Nagisa started to lightly stroke your tummy that stuck out a little bit against the fabric of the shirt. Seeing the blush appear on your adorable face angered Makoto even more.
Heart by Heart - HalfKitty!Eren x Reader
When your soul finds the soul it was waiting for
When someone walks into your heart through an open door
When your hand finds the hand it was meant to hold
Don't let go
Someone comes into your world
Suddenly your world has changed forever
The girl walked though the hallway, looking for Hanji, Levi and Erwin. And Eren.
Why? Just because she heared an explosion from Hanji's room.
'Just please don't kill anyone of them. Or Armin. Or Mikasa. Jean. Christa, Ymir, Reiner, THE WHOLE WORLD!'
Suddenly, she was running downstairs, her uniform was now a little sweaty because of her running. And then, she entered the room. There was three people, one mad woman and two men. One was tall and the other was tall.
"Okay, Hanji. Where's he?"
Hanji laughed a bit, before look at the (e/c) eyes of the girl with madness: "Who?"
"Hanji Zoe, where's Eren Jäger?"
"WHOOOO?!?!?" The mad woman teased the girl.
"E-r-e-n! Please, stop teasing me!!!"
The girl looked at Hanji's feet,
drunk!Eyeless Jack x drunk!Reader - Confessions
None of you both could feel alcohol anymore. Either you were so dizzy you couldn't feel it, or you got used to it. Despite being the middle of October, the night seemed warmer and once shiny, proud stars were replaced by unclear, blurred spinning vortex of white, blue and purple. You felt the warmth of the male next to you as you barely kept your head up straight. Jack and you were both sitting on the porch's stairs, him not having a mask on so you could perfectly see his face; ash grey, just like his hands were, with black eye sockets, a pitch black liquid hidden deep inside of them. His face expression was enough said in one word: dumb. He looked dumb and retarded. Hmpf! As if you were an exception! You barely kept your body from falling, let alone that you looked as equally retarded as him. But you didn't mind. You liked his presence. Yes, he knew to be freaky sometimes. A douche and a real dork, but you liked him anyways. Hell when he walked into that room all drunk and dizzy, you
RQ #3: Gold X Bullied Reader-His Beauty
A girl wearing big black framed glasses walked down the halls tying to ignore peoples remarks.
The girl's name was (name). Under the glasses and her clothing she was the most prettiest girl in the whole school. All the girls in the school were jealous of her beauty. They bullied her out of jealousy. After a month everyone in the school started to bully her.
(name) ignored all the remarks. She walked to her first period which was art. She was the best artist in class and the teacher loved her. Her bullies started to throw paper at her while Ms. Firestone (i don't know) was teaching everyone how to shade and crap.
Once the bell rang she ran out of class to go eat lunch until she crashed into someone which caused her fake glasses to come off and her hair to come out of the weak ponytail.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"Nah it's okay," the boy replied.
The girl examined the boy. He had raven black hair and beautiful golden eyes.
"What's your name?" he asked.
[Red x Reader] It only took one snowball
It only took one snowball
“Hey Red have you ever felt lonely?”
You held onto the fence like divider that separated the snowy forest and the cave. Some ice type pokémon were wandering around and others were scaring some trainers passing by. You smiled at their attempts to “play” with the trainers. The unsuspecting trainer didn’t expect a pokémon to walk right up to them. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a warm hand rest on yours.
“No I haven’t” he whispered.
You looked up at him surprisingly before looking back at the forest. The last time he spoke to you was last week.
‘It’s rare to hear his voice’ you mused.
You took one more glance at the forest before turning to face Red. He was still looking at the snow covered trees, lost in thought. He was thinking about the past.
His proud eleven year old self stepped out of the cozy small house to begin a journey to become a pokémon master. I
Jean X Reader AU! Mr.Right
"Jean, you really should get a job soon." You say, stuffing your chemistry book into your shoulder bag before slamming your locker shut and turning to your boyfriend.
"And why is that, (Y/N)?" Jean asks you, his golden eyes creasing at the edges as he smirks at you.
"Sasha's boyfriend has a job and he pays for their apartment, and Mikasa's boyfriend uses his paycheck to take her out on dates. Plus," you say, starting to walk down the hall, Jean in tow. "You're 17. You don't make a dime all day, if I may say."
Jean laughs. "I guess you're right. But I'm so busy studying!" You raise your eyebrow at him, giving a small chuckle.
"Oh, really now? Your grades say otherwise, Mister. I swear, you've never made it through a day of school!" You wave a one handed bye to Jean as you enter your class.
As Jean turns, walkin
Birthday Dilemma (Kasamatsu X Reader)
(A/N): Happy birthday to my dear Kasamatsu-senpai as well as myself!
(L/N) (F/N) had a problem.
She had been going out with a third year, Kasamatsu Yukio, for a few weeks now. It was a good relationship. And then it hit her. It was almost his birthday. On the 29th of July to be precise.
She didn't know what to get him. She didn't want to get him a horrible present. She asked her childhood friend and fellow first year, Kise Ryouta for his opinion. He would know what his senpai wants right?
Kise's suggestion to his (H/C) friend was to put on some sexy lingerie and just surprise him like that.
In return, Kise got a kick to the leg.
So (F/N) decided she would figure this out herself.
She sat in her class, not paying attention to the teacher's lesson and tapped her pencil on her desk. 'He likes music,' she thought. 'And he plays the guitar. I don't have enough money for a guitar so maybe a guitar pick? No, that's too simple. A CD of a band he likes? Not bad. New socks?"
Birthday- Japan x reader x China (REQUEST)
Birthday-Japan x reader x china (REQUEST)
You were at your homeroom class, lazily daydreaming, looking at the window next to you.
Tomorrow is your birthday. You can't wait for your friends to say happy birthday and give
you presents. You sighed at the thought, usually your birthday was forgotten by many of
your friends, they never even bother to say happy birthday. Even if the bad touch trio
remembered it, you might be drenched in egg yolks and flour in your hair. Just like your 14th
birthday. "Perfect" you unconsciously said quite loud for the teacher to hear. "Is there
something to say, Miss (last name)." Mr.Beilschmidt asked. "Err... Nothing, sir." You
stuttered. your thoughts popped out. "Good." Everyone in the class laughed at you except
Mr.Beilschmidt as he sighed. 'Nice going, (name). You Embarrassed yourself in the
~TIMESKIP lunch time~
You sat on one of the cafeteria's tables (not literally). "Hi kiku."
Senior PromThis is for GoAnime over at ff.net
The place was a mess, broken tables and chairs littered the gym floor. Streamers lay in torn ruins. And instead of the silver light of the disco ball, the place was flooded with red and blue lights of the EMS vehicles outside.
"Why is it things go so horribly wrong at prom?" Noah asked dejectedly.
Rex pulled out his phone and with a gentle tap he played a soft rock song, then approached the blond and cleared his throat. "Can I have this dance?" he asked, holding out his hand.
Noah looked up and smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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