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ratatouillewastakendammit · 5 months

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Could you possibly do head canons or a fanfic of Ghostface! Keigo(Hawks) x reader?

You have free creative control to what would happen and stuff like that (I just think the idea would be interesting) but you don’t have to do it if your not comfortable.

(Also I love your work)

Thank you so much!! (I"M BACK BITCHES FR THIS TIME! Also this is my very late Kinktober contribution because college is kicking my ass rn)

He would wait until a day you knew he wouldn’t be home.

“Kei, I promise, it’s alright."

Your boyfriend whined into the receiver. “Yeah, but we had plans tonight."

“And sitting in front of the tv with a bowl of candy and some Jordan Peele movies tomorrow night will be just as lovely.” You reply. “Besides, you gotta protect us from all the toilet-papering teens terrorizing the city tonight.”

“Hardy-har. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Love you.”

“I love you back.”

Preferably at a time when your other emotions were likely to overwhelm any idea of his plans.

Setting the phone down, you allowed your body to slouch into a sigh, one final act of disappointment that you didn’t want your boyfriend to see.

While one could argue that you were technically used to his fluctuating schedule, it still didn’t make it any less disheartening when he was called in last minute on holidays. Of course, you didn’t let him know that.

Then he'd play with you just a bit, letting your sense of anxiety spike just the slightest by leaving the overhead skylight ajar.

Had he really left it open?

“Dumbass,” you muttered with a grin, quickly standing up to grab a ladder.

A chill rattled through your spine as you climbed, fall wind blowing through your hair and poking goosebumps in your skin as you pulled the window closed, making sure to lock it before wandering into the kitchen for an after-dinner snack.

A bowl of cereal was always an easy solution, especially when it was accompanied by a spooky flick and a comfortable bar seat at the counter.

Your phone would ring at exactly midnight, a voice he knew you'd find familiar, yet still unable to place, would answer.

Unknown Number.

"Hello?"

"Hey there," the voice was masculine and deep, like the sound had been covered with a sheet of gravel before being released.

"I'm sorry, who is this?"

"Oh, come on, don't you recognize me?"

"Uh, no. I think you might have the wrong number."

"No, I don't." Silence followed for a few moments, just enough for a touch of unease to stir in your gut. "What's your favorite scary movie?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You gotta have a favorite. I know you like them."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because you're watching one right now."

He also knew how well you liked horror films, how easily you would recognize the reference and think of the surprise call as a prank. Then he'd make sure to get your heart beating once more.

"I also know your boyfriend left the window open on his way out. That's dangerous, dontcha think? Leaving a pretty thing like you all alone with the door locked?"

"What do you want?" Fear shook your vocal cords, the question coming out in a ridiculously less forceful manner than you would've liked.

"You."

Being the over-protective boyfriend he was, you had been taught how to react to a situation like this beforehand. That just meant he had to move quickly, sliding a hand over your mouth to smother a scream and prying the phone from your fingers before you could even think of calling for help.

"Calm down, sweetheart." The masked figure tossed the voice changer away, black fabric tickling the rim of your ear. "I've got ya."

Keigo was thoughtful. He'd give you a moment of realization, and another to stop struggling, before forcefully turning you around and lifting you on top of the counter, one hand encasing both of your wrists and the other toying with the end of your sleep-shorts.

Eyes widening in shook, you took in the white mask in front of you. Lifeless black eyes and a horrifyingly exaggerated mouth, one that left the expression into one of pure terror for eternity. The dark fabric surrounding it just exaggerated that pristine look, one of perfectly untouched cartilage.

Still, despite its velvety presence, you recognized the hands poking out from the robe. Bronze skin kissed by years in the sun, interrupted by the lines of scars that you had spent countless nights running your fingers over.

The hands were warm, just as they always were, as they slid over your thighs, forcing them open before sliding underneath the bottom hem of your pajamas.

He would watch you try not to moan as he brushed his thumb over your clit, caressing gentle circles over it before pushing a finger inside. The soft whimper he earned made his cock jump.

"That's right, gorgeous." The masked figure slid another digit in, undoubtedly smirking as he felt you clench around him.

"I wanna hear you scream."

#bnha #bnha imagines #hawks x reader #mha smut #mha #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #kinktober 2023 #ghostface #hawks bnha #hawks smut #bnha hawks #mha x reader #bhna smut

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mentions of weapons

↳ song: don't try suicide—queen

masterlist!

• It had been a slow day at the prison when Rick suggested setting up a shooting range

• It wasn't unlike the time he had attempted to teach Carl and the other how to shoot back on Hershel's farm; only now there were a lot more holsters to fill and targets to find

• He tasked you and Daryl with going out and finding spare bullets and targets specifically for that purpose. The seemingly simple task quit being simple the moment Rick picked the two of you to be paired together. A small supply run resulted in the two of you arguing about who was the better shooter

• "Oh c'mon that's bullshit." Daryl snarked, kicking up dead leaves and stray sticks as he walked next to you. "Both of us know I'm th' one with better aim."

• "Oh yeah? What about that time at the camp when I shot an apple of your head with your own bow, Dixon. How's that for aim?" You huffed in response, pulling out the memory with a smugness. A scoff came from your left

• "I call that dumb luck, kid." He replied, grinning when you glared at him without any real malice

• You just stuck your tounge out at him when he turned his head, quickly falling back into a normal pose whenever he whipped his gaze around to you

• "Did you jus' blow a fuckin raspberry at me?"

• "What are you talking about? See, this is what I mean. You're already losing your mind from old age. How could you possibly be a better shot than me."

• The playful bickering continued all the way through the forest and into town, eventually becoming a competition to see who could kill the most walkers the quietest

• "Do the ones I shot on the way here count?" You asked in a tone barely above a whisper, eye's sqinted in concentration as you observed the town block from atop a building

• "No." Daryl grunted and offered nothing more

�� "Damnnit."

• It was nearly sundown when you got back, targets slung over your backs and pockets stuffed with ammo, only to be bickering rather loudly over who had the most hits

• Rick watched as the gates opened to let you in, a small smile on his face at the materials you had brought with

• "Thank you both." He'd began, only to pause abruptly when he realized you weren't stopping for him. Either of you, actually. Both you and Daryl just strolled right on by him, talking up a storm about whatever it was you were

• "The one in the drug store made eleven!" You huffed. Daryl just raised and eyebrow and shook his head, rebutting your argument

• "I ain't seen the body, so no way." Both of you stopped in unison at the courtyard to shrug off the items you had brought back, the spell that had fallen over you both not breaking all the while. "Besides, even if it did count, that still puts you behind me three."

• "You had an advantage with your stupid ass bow!" Came your exasperated response

• "I had no idea you were a sore loser." Daryl smirked, letting out a sound that mirrored a laugh as you went to hit him

• "I'm not, I just don't like to play with cheaters, you redneck!"

• "Whatever." He grinned and shoved you back, both of you doing a horrible job to contain the smiles on your faces

• From a few yards away, Rick watched the whole exchange with the slightest grin of his own, only looking away when he heard someone else pull up beside him

• "Haven't seen that out of them in a long time." Hershel smiled softly, referring to the way you and Daryl messed with each other

• "Yeah." Rick nodded. A beat passed before he spoke again. "It's a nice change of pace."

• A pause. Nothing but the sound of wind blowing throughout the tall grass and your voice in the distance sounded

• "Think we should leave them to it, Rick?"

• "Oh definitely."

#the walking dead #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x y/n #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x y/n #twd x you #twd x reader #daryl #daryl x you #daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #twd daryl #x reader #headcanons

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bamdelune · 6 months

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In Hindsight 🎬 Spin-off: Pieces of Love

summary ➜ but what if the universe gave you the pleasure of time?

notes ➜ surprise! i also wanted to do a spin-off from the original ending because i believe that those two idiots need a happy ending for once <3 set a year after the events of in hindsight. very, very, very short.

"Cut! That will be all everyone! Congratulations!"

The director's voiced boomed throughout the set. Kunikuzushi finally got off from his chair, his legs and feet sore from sitting down—he wasn't sure why.

He is the type of man to find long hours of waiting boring and idle, knowing full well that he could have spent each second doing productive activities. His medical exam was coming up and every bit of time mattered a big deal.

But he could bare to spend a whole day from reviewing as the shooting for your latest music video comes to a close. The weight of a month-long hectic schedule was lifted off your shoulders as soon as the director congratulated you. Your head tilts into a thankful and polite nod before skipping over to where Kunikuzushi was waiting. He opens his arms with a seemingly indifferent look but you knew well that he's been looking forward to this as much as you did.

"Hey," you greet him with a feathery smile, a wave of relief washing over you. Your arms loop around his neck, head tilted up to look at his charming features. You always found it alluring whenever he looked like this: lazily confident. Your heart swells with the wings of gentle butterflies caressing it. It's unbelievable, really. He was on top of the aspects in your life that you just lucked out with.

Kunikuzushi cranes his head a bit lower, just so that your noses touch for a moment.

"You're staring," a crack of a smile on his plump lips. His eyebrows raise just a little, catching you in your trance.

"You're a sight for sore eyes, baby.'

"Gross," Kunikuzushi's eye glance away for a moment. You had a special talent for always catching him off-guard like this. You always knew the right words to say to surprise him, pink dusting across his sculpted features. "Have anything to do today?"

You tighten your arms around his neck, humming as you feign a thought. "I was wondering if we could go somewhere."

"Somewhere?" He asks, feeling your hold on him loosen as you favor his hand instead, dragging him to the exit of the set. "Where?"

"Just drive, you'll know when we start getting there."

Kunikuzushi immediately realizes the truth to your words when you said that he'd realize it sooner or later, driving on the side of the familiar mountain lined with steel fences that accentuated the sun high up in the sky. You had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. He scoffs (albeit endeared), and you said you were going to lead the way for him.

His car screeches to a soft halt, blowing dusts of sand into the wind and into the wheels before gently shaking your shoulder to wake you. His voice was low, so soft---knowing that you tend to wake with a short headache if you were woken up so suddenly. It was a side effect that came with recovery from your former illness. Ever since then, he would always care to note every discomfort that would trigger even the slightest twinges of pain to your physical well-being.

"(Name), we're here."

Your eyes flutter open, lined with the hints of sleep as they settle on the familiar shoreline. Your lips open with a yawn, stretching in your seat before unbuckling the seatbelt. You didn't notice when Kuni opened the passenger door for you, as if he teleported in the short amount of time you've waken up from slumber. Your shoes touch the soft ground of sand particles, holding onto his hand for support as you hop from the car.

"It's just as pretty," your lips mumble to the air. The smell of salt and sand brush your senses, calming any tensed nerve you never realized were contracted. The sky was blue. This beach was as beautiful in the day as it was at sunset and sunrise. You realize that you've never hung around this seashore during the day the last two times you were here, and you're glad it happened this time.

One year ago on this exact spot, you had death knock on your door with your bags packed right outside. Your future was filled with blurriness, uncertainty on whether you would ever live to carry on with your dreams at all. The night on the shore was peaceful yet suffocating with all the racing thoughts of worries bouncing off the corners of your mind. But through it all, Kunikuzushi willed himself to stay by your side despite being aware of your potential fate. Despite all of it, he was still there when he could've moved on with this life earlier.

Two years ago on this exact spot, you and Kunikuzushi were mere strangers. A patient and a student of medicine, barely knew anything about each other; bound together by a seemingly hopeless cause: you. It's a wonder to both you and him, how you managed to tie yourselves together as if messily tangled in the red string of fate.

Isn't it pretty to think about? How the both of you are just so entwined like patterns to embroidery? So harmonized, akin to how water flows through each crevice of land like it was shaped for that body of water.

Kunikuzushi was never a man of many words during emotional moments like these, filled with the familiar quiet that was ever-present in your relationship in the three years that you've known him.

"I'm thankful you're here, (name)." He whispers, wrapping his arms around your frame as he buried his face into your neck. Kunikuzushi is a clingy boyfriend, though he does not voice it out. He's grown to yearn for contact with you, moreso when he almost lost you a year ago.

But things had seemed to quiet down, better than he could ever ask for. And you were here, that's all that mattered.

"Happy anniversary, lovely."

#bamdelune #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #bamdelune's bookstore #genshin smau #genshin impact x reader #📹 (in hindsight) smau #wanderer x reader #wanderer #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x y/n #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi

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skyloftian-nutcase · 5 months

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The water lapped gently, a gentle hush that carried through the air with the warm breeze. In the distance, waves crashed against the barrier reef and rocks, slowing the water to a steady approach at the beach itself. The sand was warm under him, a grainy but soft mattress that grounded him more than any bed ever could.

He felt his hair jostle and cover his eyes with the next gust of wind, and thin fingers gently brushed it back into place before playing with the strands. He took a deep breath of the salty air, turning his head a little so his face was better shielded from the wind, pressed against a warm body. The lap his head was using for a pillow shifted slightly, and he felt the hand cup the back of his head to adjust him more comfortably.

Link let himself smile. No one watched him here. No one judged him as the Hero here. He could just relax. The darkness hid him and his mother from the world, and he never really got to go home to Hateno anymore.

Over the last few years the scrutiny on him had increased, particularly after he had saved the princess. Having been assigned as her appointed knight was a high honor, but, well... it was frightening. Exciting. Exhausting. She didn't like him in the slightest, making his job ten times harder, but he tried his best.

He was thankful for this moment, though. The princess was busy in the castle, studying and preparing for another long journey to visit the divine beasts. It had given him enough time to visit home. He hoped he could go to the Domain next and see his friend, Mipha, but if he didn't get the chance, he'd see her when the princess went.

As his duties had increased, so had his anxieties, and Link found himself barely speaking anymore. But in moments like this, he didn't have to. He was eternally grateful for that. When he arrived home, his mother had welcomed him with open arms, asked enough questions to make sure he was okay, and then had just let him be there. And now, in the darkness of the night, the pair could have this moment.

Link's mother massaged her fingers through his hair a little more, and his smile started to slip away as tiredness pulled at him. Between the gentle, familiar, comforting embrace and the lullaby of the ocean, he fell into a deep sleep, relaxing in his mother's care.

Tilieth smiled as she looked down at her boy. He was finally asleep, unbothered by the drone of the ocean a little ways off Hateno Beach. She leaned back against the palm tree where they'd situated themselves. Her curly light blonde hair, usually in braided knots and half up styles, was completely down, blowing carelessly in the wind and being tied in little fairy knots. She didn't mind. She'd take anything to have moments like these.

It was so rare for her boy to be home anymore, and she would cherish every second she could with him. Leaning down, she kissed his temple and smiled, happiness warming her heart.

#fluffvember #writing #tilieth #breath of the wild #breath of the wild link #botw link

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bamfoftheundead · 9 months

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Beach Stuff [revised]

Was cleaning up and found my little beach drabble from about a year ago or so. Did some editing to smooth out the wrinkles. Hope it sounds better

it feels too short to post to ao3 so I'll keep it here. for anyone new its the revised version of this

@dannybagpipesarecalling @kurtty-drabbles

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Dusting the sand from his backside, which only spread it further into his fur, Kurt was beginning to regret choosing the beach. He loved the ocean and all it had to reveal but the sand, he just couldn’t do it. Huffing, he kicks out a leg as the micro pieces of itchy hell scrape terribly between his legs- leaving a sand-rash sure to last. He normally loved the beach, when he was sitting in a chair preferably away from the sand in a temperature controlled environment with a sweet alcoholic beverage to enjoy.

Settling back into place he reranged his towel to hopefully give better protection from the harsh elements, which didn’t change his predicament in the slightest. Irritated and yearning to leave the wretched place he glanced outwards, towards the waves that lapped gently against the colorful shore. There, in the shallows he could see her. Haloed by blinding sunlight like some sort of sea nymph rising from the depths. For a moment he thinks of the birth of Venus and how fitting it is for her.

Kitty stomped around calf-deep in the clear water atop a sandbar, leaning down to examine a baby cuttlefish zooming by. Stepping around carefully to avoid cutting her foot open on some broken shells, Kitty crouches and dips a sun-screened hand into the water. Since coming here Kitty had found Krakoa’s beach to be full of rich ecosystems of all manner of sea life, it felt odd that one of the worst places could host such vibrant life. Looking back at the sandy shore she stifles a laugh, her blue lover wrestles with the towel below him in an attempt to keep the wind from blowing more sand onto his nearly beige fur. By the time they'd get home he'd be nothing more than a piece of human sandpaper. Her sight eventually drifted back to the shimmering ocean line. Kitty wondered where it ended, no other ocean in their hemisphere had such pure water with all the oil spills and general pollution. Giving Kurt a final glance she turns and wades deeper, letting the cool, strong current pull her away from the shore, away from everything.

As she dipped further out, waves lapping at her cheeks a line of thought she’d tried to avoid since her arrival surfaced, If she looked far enough below would she see herself? Would she be able to discern the burnt corpse her ‘friends’ had so lovingly discarded to the ocean rather then give her the proper funeral she deserved? Probably not. The idea of coming face to face without her previous body made her ill. Still the curiosity never wavered. What was she wearing when they shipped her off to sea? The boots her mother gifted her before the ultimate mass death-suicide ressurection? Maybe her old self was still wearing her grandmother's ring, she hadn’t been able to find it since awaking. Luckily, Kurt had saved her star of david. A small beam of light in her otherwise cloudy mindstorm. She’d made it a priority not to let herself sink back into the what-iffing, to not give into the existential dread. But something about the cool, empty ocean seemed to draw the memories right out of her head.

Letting another large wave sweep her under the deep blue she let her mind clear and sank. Her hands tense as she dove deeper, maybe she’d see herself down below? Maybe her ashes had spread into the never ending waves for all eternity, never given the respect or rest she’d thought she earned. It was probably stupid anyway, right? She came back in the end! But… still, looking into the empty sandbanks below she still felt the bitter ache deep in her gut, it wasn’t fair.

A sharp, jerky movement catches in her peripheral vision, kicking back up; she's greeted by a plume of violet smoke spread far and wide into the waves above. Painting the waves briefly deep indigo. Through the purple cloud a face peeks out, he sees her and smiles. Waving, Kitty kicks back to the surface. Breaking the water barrier and gasping for air she hadn’t noticed she needed. Kurt smiles as his wet curls fall into his eyes. Kitty laughs, reaching to push the black tendrils away.

Spitting out more water he shakes his head sheepishly, the same roguish grin held high and happily. From a distance Kitty could see the sun begin the set, the evening light disappearing beneath the now darkening tides. Tilting his head Kurt looks down at her, wrapping his arms around her to pull her close to him, somewhat easing that now enshrouded them. Kitty holds him close, fingers gripping handfuls of soaking fur in an effort to rest her sore arms and enjoy the sunset here, with him. Reaching forward he runs a wet, velvet-soft palm along her temple, then her cheek as his thumb pressed thoughtfully against her lips. His eyes brighten the dimness around the two, lighting for her. Pushing against the rough waves she closes the gap, pushing his hand down she kisses him. He kisses her back eagerly and doesn’t let go, he holds her close and he doesn’t let go. Her arms tense and tighten around his broad, sopping figure.

Sighing, she pulls back and lays her face onto his wet shoulder to stare off into the dark emptiness, a new feeling of contentment washing over her. His presence always seemed to fix away the darkness that crept in.

“Are you alright? ” Looking down at her with loving golden eyes.

“ I am now “ she mumbles tiredly. He holds her closer and laughs, using a free hand to push back wet strands of curled hair that had shaken loose from its bun.

“ Come then, let's go home “

#bamfs post #bamfs writing #kurtty #kurt wagner #kitty pryde #dont like the ship then keep sailing on #x men

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godlizzza · 1 year

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nsfw prompt: perhaps a teenage herbert discovering he likes when dan is rough with him

Dan's hands were hot everywhere they touched Herbert, running up and down his sides, squeezing his thighs, and pulling his legs up to wrap around Dan's waist. Herbert found he didn't mind the man-handling, which surprised him. His brain told him he should be affronted and scold Dan, but the rest of him was too busy enjoying the way Dan was kissing his neck to give the thought any attention. He just clung to Dan and tipped his head back.

They were bundled together in the back seat of Dan's car, Herbert flat on his back on the chipped vinyl and Dan crowded on top of him. They were parked behind a thicket of trees surrounding the lake Dan had taken Herbert ice-skating for last Valentine's Day. The sun had set some time ago, and with no streetlamps in sight, there were bathed in near pitch black. The eerie shadows and wind blowing off the water didn't seem to bother Dan in the slightest, however. He kissed down Herbert's neck and grabbed at him feverishly, humming and grunting obscenely as he did.

"You know," Herbert began conversationally, gasping when Dan rolled his hips down, pressing his growing erection against Herbert's. "This would be the perfect- Ah!- opportunity for a masked killer to smash in a window and kill us."

Dan paused in kissing his way down Herbert's throat to sigh in exasperation. "Why do you always have to mention axe murderers and shit while we're making out?"

"I'm not saying I hope it happens," Herbert said, twirling a lock of Dan's hair around his finger. He'd been letting it grow out lately and Herbert found playing with it gave him something to distract his hands with. "I'm just letting you know what a dumb stereotype we'd be playing into if we were killed."

"And what stereotype is that?" Dan asked, grinning wolfishly down at him. "Horny teenagers?"

He ground his hips down against Herbert's again, rutting against him in slow circles. Herbert inhaled sharply at the delicious friction, squeezing his legs around Dan's waist tighter.

"You're never not living up to that," Herbert retorted, his breath stuttering out of him as Dan's hand slipped beneath his shirt, palming at the flushed skin of his torso.

"You're making a pretty good case for yourself right now," Dan replied smoothly, brushing a thumb over Herbert's nipple.

Herbert shivered, squeaking at the touch. Dan snickered into his ear and Herbert felt himself blush in the darkness. He tugged on Dan's hair in response, earning him a yelp. He smiled smugly to himself, but his smugness was quickly wiped away when Dan grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the seat above his head.

Herbert tried to pull free but Dan's grip was strong, the muscles in his arms visible in the dim moonlight. As Dan glowered down at him and he realised he was trapped, a thrill ran up Herbert's spine. His toes curled in his shoes as he fidgeted and shifted beneath Dan, but Dan only pressed lower, squishing Herbert tighter against the seat.

Crap, Herbert thought, chewing his lip. He liked this too much for it to be normal.

Something in his expression must've given him away. Dan was looking at him keenly, his eyes shadowed with a sudden hunger.

"What if I fucked you right now?" Dan said, clear and unobscured.

"Dan," Herbert said breathlessly, the words going straight to his dick.

Dan was leering at him now, squeezing Herbert's wrists as he ducked low to whisper against his mouth. "Just like this."

He snapped his hips forward, like he was thrusting into Herbert, like there weren't four layers of clothing between them.

"Fuck- Dan," Herbert hissed, trying to pull Dan down against him with his legs.

"I think you'd like that," Dan went on, continuing to pound his hips against Herbert's ass, as though he were inside. "I think you'd let me fuck you right here."

Herbert threw his head back and moaned, picturing it; no clothes between them, Dan's hard cock sliding inside him, stretching him out and filling him up. He suddenly, desperately wanted it so bad. He wanted to be clenched tight around Dan's cock, wanted him to pound him hard, into the seat. And he wanted Dan's hands holding him down the whole time, not giving him an inch to move, taking what he wanted from Herbert's body.

"Fuck," Dan whispered in the dark. "You're so hot like this. So needy."

"Dan," Herbert snapped, grinding his teeth together to keep himself under control. "Would you do something?"

"Like what?" Dan asked tauntingly, kissing around Herbert's mouth.

"Touch me, for starters," Herbert growled, digging his heels into the small of Dan's back and pulling their hips flush together.

Dan groaned at the sudden friction and released one of Herbert's hands to reach between them. "Yeah- Yeah, okay."

He unzipped both their pants', pulling his dick out. Herbert pushed his slacks down past his hips, just far enough for Dan to reach into his underwear and slip his cock free of the elastic waistband. Herbert whimpered as Dan finally grasped their dicks together, thrusting in the ring of his hand. Herbert fumbled at his zipper, his hand clutching over Dan's, moving as Dan pumped them both. Dan was already leaking, his come making things good and slick and between them.

"I still wish I could fuck you," Dan said, his voice ragged with want.

Herbert swallowed at the image still burned into his mind of the two of them doing just that. "Come prepared next time and maybe you'll get to."

"I'll keep the glove compartment stocked," Dan murmured before sealing his lips to Herbert's.

Herbert closed his eyes, drinking in the feel of Dan's mouth and hand. Their rutting became more frenzied and desperate as Dan moaned into the kiss. They came together, making a thorough mess of Herbert's stomach, but Herbert couldn't find it in himself to be mad. All he could think of as Dan eased off him and tucked himself back into his pants was how he wanted Dan to hold him down again. He didn't think he'd be able to enjoy sex that much again without it. He also wondered how he was supposed to look at Dan's hands now and not immediately want him.

"Gloves," he said to himself and Dan turned a questioning look on him.

"What?"

"Never mind." Herbert waved him off. "I think there's a tissue in my pocket."

Dan smirked. "I thought you liked being dirty."

Herbert glared at him, straightening up his glasses. "Not as much as you like making a mess."

"You don't like my mess?" Dan asked, swiping his hand through the mixture of their come painting Herbert's stomach.

Herbert gagged and shoved him away. "You're gross."

Dan grinned, fishing the tissue out of Herbert's pocket. "You bring out the gross side of me."

#just a lil strength kink #teen danbert #danbert #dan cain #herbert west #re-animator #my fics #asks #writing prompt #spice #n sfw

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dddragoni-drabbles · 3 months

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Coreus sat by the lakeside, leaning up against the trunk of an ancient elm tree, fishing pole held loosely in one hand. He hadn't caught much today, just a couple of small trout, but he didn't mind. The main reason he came out to this little hidden cove wasn't for the fish, if was for the chance to relax and have some time for himself, away from the tavern and market.

He felt his eyes begin to grow heavy. With the warmth of the sun on his face, soft sound of water flowing, and gentle wind blowing, he couldn't think of a better place to get a good nap in.

Then the dragon landed twenty yards down the bank.

Coreus was wide awake in an instant, frozen stock still in terror. He'd heard atories of dragons, but he'd never seen one in person before, let alone been this close. They were incredibly powerful creatures, strong enough to demolish buildings- and that's not even accounting for the fire breath. This one certainly looked the part, it was at least twelve feet tall at the shoulder and massive enough that Coreus could feel its footsteps through the sand even at this distance. To make matters worse, dragons were also known to hunt and devour people at times, and Coreus had no idea how to tell a hungry dragon from a sated one.

Thankfully, hunger wasn't the need it was primarily interested in filling at the moment. After landing, it took a few steps toward the water, lowered its massive head, and started drinking. Coreus did his best to remain still. There was no way he could outrun a dragon and nowhere to hide, so his only chance was praying that it simply didn't notice him.

A few moments later, his fishing pole started to twitch. Normally this was exciting, but the only emotion Coreus felt was abject terror. Something moving in this quiet cove was sure to draw the dragon's attention. As slowly and silently as he could, he laid the rod down and watched with a slight pang of regret as whatever lucky fish had taken the bait dragged his favorite pole into the water, almost certainly never to be seen again.

But had it been enough? Coreus was almost too scared to look, but when he forced his gaze back up the beach the dragon was still drinking, it's powerful throat muscles rippling as the beast took in what was probably dozens of gallons of water. Coreus felt the slightest bit of relief, a modicum of tension alleviated. It hadn't noticed the pole moving. That was one crisis averted.

That tension came back tenfold as the dragon stood, shaking a bit of water from its chin. It's great jaws opened wide, dozens of razor-sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight as it... yawned? It turned and walked a few yards away from the water (and, thankfully, Coreus,) then dug its claws into the sand and arched its back in a stretch that reminded Coreus of his family's cat. Then it turned, curled itself up into a ball, laid its head in the sand, and fell still.

Coreus couldn't believe his luck. It was asleep! There wasn't going to be a better chance he had to quickly gather his things, get out of the cove, and then-

His heart sunk as he realized the flaw in his plan. There was only one way out of this cove that wasn't sheer cliff or water- a gentle slope that just so happened to be directly behind the dragon. As his mind reeled, Coreus surveyed his options. He'd never learned to swim, and nothing nearby could serve as a makeshift raft, so leaving by water wasn't an option. The cliffs were tall, smooth, and sandy, with no clear handhold and a high probability of causing injury (or alerting the dragon,) if he fell.

No way around it. The only way home was through the dragon. A stealthily as he could manage, he crept towards the back edge of the cove. So focused was he on placing his feet properly, looking up and seeing the piercing green glean of the dragon's eyes focused directly on him nearly gave him a heart attack. There was no surprise in that gaze, and it made no other reaction other than to watch him. His blood ran cold as he realized the dragon had likely known he was there the whole time, rendering his efforts to hide moot. It had just thought he was so far beneath it that it didn't care about him

After a staredown that felt like hours, Coreus summoned the courage to take a step forward. The dragon's lips pulled back from its teeth and it snarled, a wisp of smoke curling from its nostrils. Coreus panicked and booked it back behind the tree.

The fact that it hadn't already eaten him was only slightly comforting. Either it had other plans for him or it just didn't care. But what could those plans be? Was it just saving him for breakfast?

Unfortunately, the only being that knew the answer was one that was alseep and not much of a conversationalist when awake. All Coreus could do was wait, resr, and hope the town was still standing when he awakened.

#microfiction #original writing #fantasy #dragons #co #reus

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There is a Light That Never Goes Out - (Carl Grimes)

Masterlist !! Taglist !!

Summary: You and Carl are finally allowed on a run by yourselves. As you settle down for the night in a small house in the woods, Carl discovers a record player. Word Count: 1.8k~ Pairing: Carl Grimes / Female Reader

Warnings: None ! Just some one on one Carl time, featuring a little bit of kissing. A/N: This fic is loosely based off of "There is a Light That Never Goes Out" by The Smiths, it is also the song I listened to while writing this fic. Feel free to listen to it or any song by The Smiths while reading, I think it matches the fic.

-S404

Runs with Carl were always fun. You weren't the most successful pair, and you never came back with more supplies than expected, but these small outings gave you time to be outside the walls, to be free. Usually you were accompanied by another person or two. Rick said it was for efficiency, but you both knew he just wanted the two of you to be the safest you could possibly be out there. This time it was different though. After telling Rick repeatedly that he's "16 now" and can be trusted on a short overnight run, Carl managed to gain his father's trust, and Rick agreed to send the both of you out locally for the night to scavenge. It might not have been anything that special, just a two day expedition ten miles out from Alexandria. On a mission to search nearby hunting cabins for guns, canned food, anything that you could scrape up really. However it was special for you, you'd never been away from Alexandria without multiple other members of the group for a long time, ever really.

"Alright you two, remember no detours, and if anything is the slightest bit off you come straight back." Rick was going through both of your bags, making sure you had the correct supplies and protection. He had a mixture of worry and pride on his face. He wasn't against the idea of you two having independence, this just wasn't his ideal way of allowing it. "The car should have enough fuel in it to get you there and back easily, remember all the things I taught you in your driving lessons, don't be stupid." You wondered how long he would have gone on if Carl hadn't stopped him. "Dad we'll be fine. I know you have doubt, but we can take care of ourselves and each other out there." The worry in Rick's face didn't subside.

You couldn't help but be excited, not just for the adventure or the independence, but for the time you'd get to spend with Carl. You knew he'd indulge any urge you had for something risky or adrenaline-inducing, unlike the others. You felt like an adult in the most childish way. ~ Daylight was burning. As you and Carl hopped into the car, you occupying the passenger seat, Michonne and Rick put your bags into the trunk. You agree they were being overprotective, but no one could really blame them.

In this world all it took was one bite or a scratch and you were as good as dead.

The pair of you waved and said goodbye as Eugene opened the main gate, Michonne looked over and said something to Rick which you couldn't hear over the car engine, however after that Rick appeared more at peace.

It should have only been a fifteen minute drive, but Carl's dodgy driving was easily going to make it double. The second you had exited the gates of Alexandria you had taken your seat belt off unadvisedly, however the piece of polyester made you feel restricted.

You reached your hand out to roll down the window. It was one of those old-fashioned cars, grey exterior, two-seater, and an inside that smelt like your grandparents house did.

"I've wanted to do this forever," you said as you re-positioned yourself sideways and leaned your head out the window. The wind blew over your bare shoulders as your hair floated in the breeze, your upper half covered by nothing but a dark green tank top.

As you climbed back inside the car, you peered over at Carl to see a smile emerging on his face, the flannel he was wearing was slightly blowing backwards at the gentle wind that managed to reach his side.

"You're easy to please," he said with a slight chuckle.

"It's called having fun, you should try it sometime." Your words earned another smile out of the man.

The rest of the ride was a peaceful one, the area was decently clear, so walkers weren't something you had to look out for and could almost avoid completely.

It was also a quiet ride, after pulling the window back up and eliminating the whistle of the wind, the only noises to be heard were the occasional remarks about Carl's terrible driving, and comments about a certain protective and bearded man.

As the car halted in what used to be a forest-enclosed picnic site, you were quick to analyse the surrounding area. Rick had purposely sent you to a place which he knew would be clear, but nevertheless it was important to check anyway. As expected there was no immediate threat in sight.

You picked up the map you had been receiving directions from off the dashboard as both you and Carl exited the car. Whilst picking up your backpack from the trunk, you took mental note of the area for future reference.

"Alright Mr. Grimes, there are seven cabins marked down on this map, and we have around four hours of sunlight to get through as many as we can, the rest we can finish tomorrow." You knew you'd only get a couple done today, but at least the work ethic could be appreciated.

"And how far out's the first one?" Carl asked.

You told him that by the looks of it you'd be walking for another two miles, that was enough to make him pick up the pace.

The first three houses were slow; supplies were minimal, and few walkers had dared to show their rotting faces. By the time you reached the fourth the sun was beginning to set, you mutually decided to take refuge there for the night rather than continue.

After clearing the house, you both took the extra "leisure time" to scout around for any tidbits you could take home for yourselves.

You managed to gather a small blue cat statue for Michonne, a couple old comics, and some pencils. You were about to assess the sleeping situation just as you heard Carl call out from the main room.

"Y/N! Come check this out!" He sounded more than mildly excited, you quickly poked your head around the corner to see what he had found.

"Get a load of this, a record player!" It was the clunkiest thing you had ever seen, a giant hunk of square. You had to laugh at least a little at the oddities of the man.

"Carl we are not taking that home with us." As much as you wanted to entertain the idea, it was just mildly preposterous.

"Yeah well I know that, but look what else I found." He put down the machine and picked up something else sitting to his side.

He held the record up beside his head, "It's one my mom and I used to play, I think you'd like it too. I thought maybe we could give it a listen." Still standing in the doorway you threw him a nod, to which he quickly started assembling the machine.

~ As the music began to play, so did Carl. He started making emotive gestures and lip-syncing with the music. You glanced at him disapprovingly from across the room, to which he walked over and reached out his arm.

"M'lady?" Carl bowed down, removing his hat with his free arm.

Letting out a small sigh, you took his hand. He pulled you out into the middle of the room, where you both began to dance slowly.

"Can you tell I've never danced like this before?" Carl whispered the words gently in your ear, as to not disturb the slow rhythm of the music.

You chuckled before answering, "No, not at all. You're doing great."

The music was harmonic and slightly dull, but it spoke to you all too well. The pair of you stumbled around for the next twenty minutes, bumping feet occasionally and rarely making eye contact.

It was peaceful, even before the world ended you'd never felt this kind of enjoyment.

As the music slowed and eventually stopped all together, so did you.

You pulled away from the man soulfully. Still holding onto to one of his arms, you performed just one more twirl. Finally focusing in on his face, you could see him smiling, looking right back at you.

He looked in awe to an extent, maybe because he'd never been this close with somebody before, or maybe it was the effect you had on him. Either way, you felt the same.

You came closer to him once more, this time just slightly elevating yourself on your toes, bringing you at eye-level to his face. You leaned in, gently leaving a delicate kiss on his lips. As you smiled and pulled back, he became mildly flustered, his face turning a light shade of pink.

No words were exchanged between the two of you in the moments after that kiss. You did however, feel his gaze on your presence as you turned away and headed toward the record player, removing the vinyl and placing the circular disk in your backpack.

"Well you're easy to please," you finally broke the silence. You found it humorous how effortlessly you bewildered the man.

"It's called having fun, you should try it sometime," he spoke in a comical voice, obviously imitating you, however the voice was not one bit accurate. He looked across at you, awaiting validation for his joke.

"Well, I call dibs on first sleeping shift." You began to run to the bedroom only halfway through your sentence.

"I hate you, you know?" Carl shouted out still standing boggled in the main room.

"Sure you do Grimes, sure you do." The second phrase came out as no more than a whisper. Pleased with yourself, you crawled into a comfortable position on the bed, closing your eyes.

In the lack of visual stimulation, you could almost feel the man outside slouching down against the wall, and it was all because of you.

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rorapostsbl · 2 years

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fall in love with you.

-rambheem-

( idk what i did hopefully y'all like it )

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bheem had always been the more open, funny and risk-taker one in their friendship. he absolutely didn't know how to mask his emotions— always connected with his truest self— neither did he completely understand the complexity of intense emotions such as love.

so, naturally when bheem first felt the tingle in his body, the electricity zipping up his arms when he touched ram— the butterflies going beserk and his throat going dry when his eyes met ram's intense, scorching ones, he was confused.

being secretive, more quieter and often waiting for the night to set in to truthfully talk to bheem— was ram's characteristics. he didn't open up quickly, worked himself to be a ruthless being— to be able to shutter down his emotions in the blink of an eye, to mask all his emotions.

ram once had an experience of falling in love. it was nothing compared to what he felt with bheem. falling in love with bheem was falling deeper and deeper into an endless abyss, all consuming and demanding.

it made ram hyperfocused on every little detail, the innocence in bheem's kajal adorned eyes, the frays of his hair framing his face— the startled gasps he'd make when he'd seen rare species of birds on their way up to a hilly terrain.

it all flashed through his mind's eye before he fell asleep — his last thought being one and only one person— bheem.

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bheem had known, that he'd fucked up, truly in every sense— when he'd walked in on ram asleep in the middle of his papers scattered everywhere on his desk, eyes closed and his eyelashes framing his face in such an innocent light, bheem couldn't stop himself from coo-ing.

he'd then had the thought of ram feeling warm, he'd not particularly worn his sleepwear either and so— he searched around for a fan, plugged it in like they'd done when they were having dinner together last night.

something in him didn't feel calm until it saw ram, peacefully sleeping with wind blowing enough to keep him cool and to not disturb his sleep.

that's when bheem realised— something wasn't right with his feelings for ram.

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for ram, it was smaller instances, when he'd feel strange possessiveness towards the younger. ram deceived himself into thinking, well— maybe it was just bheem's innocence paired with how ram had dealt with such crushing things in life, he'd naturally adopted a more caring and guarding attitude towards the younger.

but as time passed and his feelings inevitably grew, they began to show.

in lingering touches, in those smiles where their eyes would catch eachothers and stay for a longer while until one of them— bheem— looked away with warm cheeks.

it showed up in his slow disinterest towards sita completely dissolving into nothingness. it showed up, growling and roaring when it saw bheem, taking interest in jennifer.

it showed up in the slightest of cracks his heart would have endured, when it watched bheem go away, sitting beside jennifer. he kept his eyes trained on the vehicle, waiting for the moment bheem would turn back. the moment never came.

ram had always considered himself a master at masking everything he felt. yet, he couldn't stop these mammoth of emotions— the intensity of love.

. . . .

it couldn't be love, bheem had definitively decided— true to his words and not being the one to budge.

he couldn't fall in love with someone who'd betrayed him, his country, his own people.

all of bheem's life was focused on being the protecter of his people, being the first one to serve them and stand with them. so, how could he ever fall in love with someone who was the exact opposite?

where was the ram he'd known, the kind-hearted, quiet ram who'd listen to his rants about his tribe late till night, and fall asleep halfway, before bheem poked at him and he'd startle himself awake.

where was the ram that would jump onto the motorcycle as bheem zoomed through the city, often aimless yet accompanied by the warmth ram would emit and the arms that held himself tad bit closer to bheem than what was necessary.

bheem's heart cried, echoing in his empty mind, full of agony and despair. the only one it had learnt to love, had been the one to stab through it.

the last thought bheem had before blacking out in the cold jail, tied up with metal chains that seemed to mock him and silence that haunted him— were the eyes of ram.

those intense, scorching eyes full of life and mirth were blackened, only replaced with one sole purpose— making bheem kneel.

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after everything was over— ram and bheem sat in the same study of ram's— still intact with all the papers strewn across which made bheem crinkle his nose in displeasure.

ram, as already established before, ever so attentive to bheem, noticed it and quickly attempted to somewhat make the place more clean.

however, everything felt pale in comparison to what they had to talk about. ram couldn't bring himself to say anything. not after every torture he'd put the younger through. he would be rejected— ram knew— his feelings wouldn't and shouldn't matter when the bigger picture was revealed,of how ruthless ram was. the scars littered across the younger were proof of it that'd show themselves all their lives.

and yet, ram's steely resolve of saying nothing broke into pieces when the younger, ever so worried about ram's wellbeing, noticed an open cut in his neck somehow.

it had dried blood, and bheem got up from where he was sitting and immediately made his way over— fretting over how careless he'd been in treating ram.

everything drowned out, and ram's only sole focus settled on bheem, as it had always been.

tired, beautiful, warrior that bheem was.

bheem pressed the wound slightly more and ram hissed, a muted pain running along his shoulders.

before ram could say anything— everything that wanted to slip past his lips— bheem had already hatched a plan in his mind.

"we should treat it, it could get worse."

ram shrugs, not really worried about his well-being. all the injuries he'd sustained from the fight were already good and healed, the deeper ones well on their way on healing.

around the younger, it's impossible for ram to actually be unwell and ignore it, somehow— bheem would know before even ram admitted to it.

what would the follow— even now— ram notes, after all they've gone through, bheem still gets on a flurry of lectures on how the elder should take care of himself more.

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"no seriously, what would you do without me?" bheem frustratedly asked.

something about that wound bleeding out made him feel triggered, ram notes yet again. it was after that— the younger started showing all the antics he'd pull when he was worried.

bheem's lips were bitten, eyes drawn up in worry as they track ram around for any more concealed cuts. ram, laying on his bed, watching the younger fret over him, felt everything was unjustified.

how, even after ram had been a monster of a man, could bheem still make him feel humane again?

. . . .

that night, they slept — curled in on eachother.

ram smiles as he remembers what bheem had claimed when he first got onto the bed that night—

"no no, i won't sleep now. you do, you need it." he'd tried to sound strict as ram had tried to get up and atleast get some papers on his hands if his fate was to be in bed that night.

it was too early to sleep— bheem raised his brow when ram told him that and sheepishly, the elder admitted that maybe midnight wasn't that early.

ram then failed to coax the younger into sleeping beside him— but one look at bheem let him know that maybe, if the elder listened to him, he'd eventually let his strict persona down.

it did work.

ram adored at his smushed face against the pillows, hand intertwined with ram's and body pressed against ram's front. slowly, ram leaned down, breath coming out shaky and warm as his lips stopped right infront of bheem's forehead.

he felt tempted, but what would the younger think?

when ram thought of everything they'd went through together, he sighed and gave in, pressing the lightest of kisses on the younger's forehead.

that night, ram intentionally held bheem close. the dark lurking monsters in his mind scurrying off infront of bheem's radiating comfort.

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a/n; i am just scared to write smut atp bcz i haven't done it in a very long time.

tags; @rambheemisgoated @rambheem-is-real @sinistergooseberries @thewinchestergirl1208 @sivuda @mikabilis @obsessedtoafault @prdnya-blog @eremin0109 @azraelcuror @lovingperfectionwonderland @alikokinav @floating-mushroom @bromance-minus-the-b @kashti15 @icarus-f4lls @iamhereforthefanfics

{ if u wanna be tagged/do not want to be tagged in my upcoming rambheem fics, lmk }

#rambheem #rrr #alluri sitarama raju #komuram bheem #bheem #ntr jr rrr #ram charan #fanfiction #rambheem fanfiction

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minnierevercez · 6 months

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New Chapter !

Here it is ! Chapter 10 of my Hunter x OFC fanfic, Patch Me Up, is now available here on AO3 ! It's been a hot minute since the last one but I'm glad I can post it now and so thankful for your patience ! Only one chapter to go 0.0

Here's a sneak peak :)

Patch Me Up

Hunter x OFC

Current word count : 55,943

Warning for triggering themes in this chapter : mention of death.

He barely had time to register the sound of Crosshair's speederbike approaching before it collided with his own in a clatter of metal against metal. Hunter struggled to keep his balance on the vehicle while putting distance between him and his brother ; but Crosshair came at him again, making the old durasteel rattle and clank in a flurry of sparks. Hunter picked up the speed, flattening himself further on the machine, and chanced a glance behind him ; his eyes widened as he saw Crosshair steady himself on the bike, and slowly pull out his sniper blaster, aiming not for Hunter, but for his speederbike. He managed to dodge the first shot, then the second ; a third brushed past the engines, and the vehicle wobbled for an agonising second ; the one second Crosshair needed to score his hit.

The impact sent his speederbike spinning and skidding on the snow, and Hunter was thrown in the air, the breath knocked out of him. His landing was by no means softened by the powdery layers, which weren't that deep ; the hard, rocky ground pounded his bones as he bounced and rolled, upsetting the white expanse.

He got up with difficulty, but already Crosshair was on him, and the punch to his helmet threw him back down. He struggled against the weight that pinned him there ; any other enemy, he could have fended off, but Crosshair had grown up with him. He knew everything about his mutation, about the scars and old wounds engraved in his flesh, and most importantly, about the exact points to hit so he would stay down. Hunter barely resisted crying out as fire exploded in his ankle and in his left side under his brother's blows, and he found himself unable to move, winded by the excruciating pain running through his body as Crosshair slid Hunter's helmet off his face before taking off his own with jerking movements ; nor as he took hold of Hunter's vibroblade and put it to his throat, the point barely a hair away from piercing skin.

Hunter struggled to focus through bleary eyes ; but for all the pain he was in, the look on his brother's face hurt so much deeper than his punches : anger, fear, hurt, resentment, so many emotions fighting for dominance in his brown eyes, twisting the familiar features into a desperate grimace ; but no determination. He was lost.

“Why are you here ?” Crosshair demanded, his voice a strangled hiss, and Hunter hadn't realised how much he'd missed everything about his brother until he heard it.

“The clones”, he replied breathlessly ; the pressure Crosshair was applying on his ribcage would soon become problematic, but even though the pain was slowly subsiding, Hunter had taken a fair beating, and he knew he wouldn't be fast enough to shake his brother off him before the knife went through his throat.

“Go. Away”, Crosshair spat between his teeth, pressing down on Hunter the slightest bit more. He could feel his head start spinning.

“Can't let them get dissected”, he wheezed. He tested his ankle gingerly, and winced with the renewed pain – but at least it wasn't broken. He could work with that.

“And I can't give you any more chances !” Crosshair hissed, anger winning the battle on his face for a split-second.

“I can”, Hunter murmured. His brother finally choosing to leave the Empire was about his only chance to get out of this alive ; and even if he'd been in a position to fend him off, he knew in that moment that no matter how many times Crosshair pushed them away, he'd keep trying every chance he'd get. “Come back with us. The Empire isn't your people.”

Crosshair's face twisted further in silent agony, and Hunter's chest ached with something that had nothing to do with the weight pressing down on him.

“Don't make me kill you.” The words were quiet, both a threat and a plea. Hunter was running out of air, but he talked anyway.

“I'm not. It's your choice to make, Cross.”

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oxygenbefore1775 · 1 year

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Were Reiner to have a dog, he'd certainly got himself a tiny dog. Say, something like Italian Greyhound. An elegant creature, so delicate you'd think the slightest gust of wind would blow it away. So miniature that Reiner could easily carry it around in one hand.

Reiner would spoil the dog rotten. That'd be his baby, alright. Always carrying it around with him, or else the doggo will get lonely and start crying. Buying heaps of clothes for the colder weather (which for the dog is almost every time of the year) and the cute booties so that the paws would stay warm. Reiner wouldn't let his baby near store bought dog food after reading it's not sufficient nutrition so all the meals for the dog would be home-cooked, the check for the dog food sometimes exceeding Reiner's own. Dog parks would be a big no-no for Reiner - they are just too dangerous and the other big dogs can harm his baby so Reiner makes sure that only small dogs play with his little one.

Annie is a different story, though. She'd have a big dog half her size, a massive (at least in comparison to Annie's small stature) energetic beast. Think of Australian Shepherd. Annie chose it not only because of the agility the dog has but also because of its quiet demeanor, rarely disturbing the silence (much valued by Annie) with barking.

Annie and her dog would have jolly time training together. Trying to let out all the energy her dog has (which is abundant), there's no activity that Annie hasn't tried, from swimming together to hiking. And the cuddling sessions after a work out would be just great since the dog is so fluffy and warm. Annie would love to hug her dog and her clothes consequently would be littered with fur and at this point she can't be bothered to remove it because they would be covered in fur no matter what.

What a sight it'd be though to see both Reiner and Annie walking their dogs together. Reiner with his large frame holding his miniature greyhound and smol Annie near her Aussie (its head reaching her hips), sometimes being pulled forward by the leash whenever the dog would get to excited and run off

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #annie #annie leonhardt #reiner #reiner braun #aot scenarios #id love some pets for my meow-meows tbh

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oswaldsleftbicep · 1 year

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First of all thanks for answering my ask. Glad to hear you're back. Hope you had a lovely Christmas .

could you write headcanons for Levy and Mikael with a very clingy touchy feeling reader ?

levy & mikael with a clingy, physically affectionate gn!so

genre: fluff

cw: none

Levy

❧ he's a very touch starved person, so when he finally gets the partner of his dreams and they just so happen to be very touchy feely, he doesn't quite know how to handle it

❧ even from the beginning you've shown affection through grabbing his arm when your excited or placing a hand on his shoulder in reassurance

❧ at first he hated it. why is this human touching me?? gross

❧ and you tried to respect his boundaries by staying away or keeping your hands behind your back, which he appreciated greatly

❧ but then he starts to get to know you, and he starts to fall in love, and he gets this feeling, this craving for your touch

❧ so one day when the two of you are spending some free time together, he sees you start to move your hands toward his arm but stop, remembering his boundary

❧ and then levy does a brave thing: "you can touch my arm... if you want to"

❧ his face is red, he's not looking you in the eye, and he looks like he's about to sweat profusely lol

❧ but you're grinning ear to ear, elated to finally be able to use your love language on the man you've been crushing on since you wound up here

❧ so you grab onto the arm closest to you, hugging it against your body as you continue chatting

❧ over time levy gets very used to the affection

❧ he no longer blushes at your contact and he no longer freezes upon the slightest touch

❧ he'd still prefer you keep it to a minimum when you're in public or around others, he does mind excessive pda

❧ but when you're alone, he gets borderline cranky if the two of you are sitting next to one another and you're not touching him in some way

❧ your touch and affection becomes a comfort zone for him, it makes him feel safe and loved and appreciated at long last

Mikael

❧ omg when he first met you and noticed how touchy you were, he loathed being around you

❧ even got noel to prevent you from laying a finger on mikael, like he'd see your arm raise with intent to touch his shoulder and noel would practically smack your hand away asdfjkl

❧ and you're not dumb, you got the hint and decided to leave him be

❧ ngl he was glad to see that you've respected his boundaries and backed off

❧ but the longer you stayed with him in his castle, the more he found he enjoyed your presence

❧ so he'd come out of his room more often, eat a meal with you in the sun room, and he even started inviting you to go stargazing or take a walk around his castle

❧ this made you very happy, and hopeful; you've grown very fond of the proud man

❧ so you took what you could get and spent time with him, and eventually the two of you developed a mutual crush aww

❧ one day the two of you were outside in the garden; the flowers were in bloom and it was a gorgeous breezy day

❧ as the two of you are chatting, a gust of wind blows a flower petal in his hair, and he can see your hand twitch, preventing itself from reaching up to brush the petal away

❧ he decided in that moment that it was okay if you touched him, at least just this once

❧ so he gives a little nod toward your hand and you take that as an okay for you to reach up and brush the petal away

❧ as you pull your hand back, you're biting back a dopey grin and your face is heating up because holy crap he just allowed you to cross his boundary!!

❧ even more exciting, when it was time for the two of you to go back in, he held his elbow out, signaling for you to grab on as he led the two of you back inside

❧ since that day, you've slowly been reintroducing your touchy side to him, playfully nudging his shoulder, grabbing onto his forearm, sitting close together

❧ and over time he grows used to it, in fact it's almost natural to him for you to give him some sort of physical attention

❧ he finds your touch soothing, even more so when the two of you start dating officially and you spend nights cuddling and running your hands through his hair

❧ he does still stand firm on a few boundaries: no pda, minimal affection around others, no touching him without permission when he's upset

❧ but with you and your affection finally his, he's calmer and feels more supported than ever

#my. hcs #nightmare harem #nightmare harem hcs #nightmare harem levy #nightmare harem mikael #otome games

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laurenairay · 2 years

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you've done matthew and meeting his family but what about meeting your family? Boy would be such a nervous wreck I feel like he'd blow it and call your parents that night to apologize and maybe accidentally say it's because he loves her so much but then remember that he hasn't said that to her yet so whoops

ahhh yes anon, I loved writing that headcanon! I'm going to go with the thoughts that he thinks he blew it (but he actually didn't) and yes I got a little carried away but here we go:

Why Matthew is such a nervous mess before meeting your family, you have no idea (baby, parents always hate me!), especially seeing as meeting his family went so well.

But you know how important family is to him, so you save any teasing for the group chat you have with Taryn and Brady (separate from the chat group the four of you have, separate from the big family message thread), and it would be all you could do to reassure him that everything is going to go fine.

And it does - your parents would be impressed by his dedication to his career, his strong family values, his genuine respect and politeness, and he would swap PG stories with them about ridiculous co-workers. They would even send you impressed looks as he clears the table after dinner without asking (low bar, I know), and you know by the fact that they hug him goodbye at the end of the evening that he has their full approval.

But when the two of you get back to his place? Matthew is a wreck, and it doesn't take long for you to figure out why - he thinks it went terribly. He thinks he messed up and that he ruined everything (and you knew he had bad anxiety but my god you just want to wrap him up in a blanket).

Nothing you do or say seems to convince him otherwise, and he's winding himself up into a full-blown anxiety attack, until you take drastic measures - you call your mom and put the phone on speaker. (you: mom, Matty thinks he messed up tonight and made a bad impression. Matthew: omg why would you, I mean, I did, right? Mom: oh honey not in the slightest! Sweetheart, why don't you give us some privacy).

Matthew would have that call with your mom, off speakerphone, and you can tell just by the slow easing of tension in his shoulders that she's saying everything that you hoped she would (the truth, duh, that he's wonderful).

"It's just that I love them so much and..." - Matthew would freeze, eyes wide as he spots you walking back, having frozen yourself. And you can hear your mom's laughing from across the room, but you wouldn't want to ruin the moment (even though wow, he tells your mom before you?) and just send him the biggest smile, getting the biggest smile back. He's a dumbass, but he's your dumbass.

Overall, an absolute success...in the end.

(and if Matthew thinks that your mom won't tell your dad, and that your dad won't tell the story in his speech at your wedding, he has another thing coming haha).

#my writing #headcanon weekend #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk headcanon #headcanon: meeting your family

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lonely-writer · 2 years

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Oh these prompts are so lovely. If it sparks joy, how about “i trust you. it’s okay.” with Buddie? 💖💖

Of course bby!! I hope you enjoy it!

Title: Blow Us All Away

Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Tags: One count 'em one swear word, feelings realization, feelings denial, light angst panic attacks, anxiety, jealousy, worried Evan "Buck" Buckley, pre-relationship

Warnings: Swearing, panic attacks, anxiety, mentions of grenades, mentions of death, mentions of explosions

Buck feels like he can't breathe properly, he was stupid..really, really stupid today and now he's sitting inside the ambulance with the new hire Eddie and man who has a live grenade inside his leg. How in the hell had he gotten himself into this mess? By being jealous and stupid and hard-headed and wanting to prove something to the team. What was Buck even trying to prove? That he was willing to die in an explosion as long as it meant Eddie wasn't as cool as he was? That he was still worthy of their attention? Their affection? Their love? He swallows the lump in his throat as the other man shifts slightly trying to get a better look at the grenade inside the leg, Jesus fucking christ can't he just sit still until the bomb squad arrives?

They're not trained for this. How much longer is this going to take? The man on the gurney is- "He's going to bleed out if we don't do something soon." Eddie points out completely shocking Buck out of his terrified mental raving,

"What?" He asks- it's a dumb question, Buck knew that the man would bleed out if they didn't do anything soon but there's live ammunition that's ready to blow them to shreds if either of them so much as breathe wrong. But the dark haired man is far more confident than he is, that's another thing he's jealous of, it's only been a few days with this probie but it's plain to see that he thrives in this type of environment Eddie's from the army after all. Every day is a high tensions situation when you're in the army, life is a rare commodity and death is more than frequent, so it's not surprising that he's calm and precise in his actions whilst Buck feels nothing but panic in his chest. Eddie's talking to him again but he can't really hear what he's saying, it's like his mouth is moving but there's just…static coming out, there's a plan he's sure of that- if he doesn't panic and let his anxiety swallow him whole then maybe he'd know what it was but every time that fear sinks down a bit he reminds himself that there's live ammunition in the man's leg that could go off and blow them to bits at any given moment and suddenly he can't focus on anything let alone his breathing…or lack thereof.

Briefly Buck manages to make out the words 'removal' and 'safety' and 'clear'? Oh. That last part was a question. 'Were they clear?' or maybe 'Was the plan clear?' which the answer to both of those questions was no, they weren't clear in the slightest. He hadn't been able to process any of Eddie's plan because he's been stuck inside his own thoughts for the past…hell he didn't even know how long they'd been sitting here in the ambulance for because time seemed to stand still when death was on the line. Five minutes? Twenty? Half an hour? He'd look at his phone to check the time, mentally chides himself for not wearing a watch, but the thought of moving any muscle right now sends a new wave of nausea down his throat, he really should tell him that he doesn't know the plan- couldn't hear over the ringing in his ears but instead he just lamely nods his head.

What happens next nearly shocks him out of his skin, Eddie clasps him on the shoulder- light enough not to jostle him but enough so that he knows there's someone who's got his back, Buck looks up at him surprised to see how close they've suddenly become- if he leans just a little bit closer then the two of them would be- best not to dwell on that. "I trust you. It's okay." Eddie says completely knocking the wind straight out of him, he'd spent all of this time loathing the probie…and for what? He trusted Buck, so he would trust Eddie.

"I trust you too." The words come spilling out of his mouth much faster than he would've liked but it's not like he could just take them back. Besides Eddie doesn't seem to mind as he flashes a quick smile before returning his attention to the matter at hand and for the first time this evening, there is no immediate panic in Buck's chest.

It's not until much later that he realizes that how much his heart is hammering in his chest- though he's not certain if it's from the adrenaline of the situation or if it's because he really liked the way Eddie smiled at him and offered to have his back.

#my writing #my fic #request #lonely writes #Evan buck Buckley x Eddie diaz #fanfic #tw: swearing #angst

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thetypingpup · 2 years

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irl teenage xiaojun wading through a flood during monsoon season while warning people to Not Attempt This At Home makes me wonder how fire god!xiaojun first met the storm goddess character face-to-face rather than by reputation and how curious he would have been to see the extent of the first storm of hers he'd witnessed in person...

Characters: Storm goddess!Reader, Fire god!Xiaojun

Wordcount: 1K

Content: reader creates a hurricane, xiaojun is a simp

Fascination is a severe understatement for Xiaojun’s first reaction to you. He first saw you conjuring a storm above an agricultural town, and he was instantly fixated on the sight of you. It started with a gradual buildup, so slow that nothing seems amiss for quite a while. The clouds shift from white to gray in color as they lower in the sky, looming heavily overhead. In seemingly no time, a duvet of deep dove gray covers the sky and blocks out the sun, and even before the rain falls, the air is heavy and cold with moisture. The first few drops of rain turn into a downpour in no time, the gentle roar of rushing water becoming louder and louder in no time.

Until now, he hasn’t interacted with the sky gods very often aside from Hendery and Yangyang, and he is in absolute awe of your power. The way the trees bend in the direction of your winds, the way rain falls from the sky in a torrential downpour and soaks the ground, hydrating the expansive fields of crops, he’s entranced by it all. The rain will no doubt flood the land, but given how dry it’s been recently, he knows it’s needed. Already the water is up to his ankles, but he wades through it anyway, paying no mind to the piercing chill that laps at his bare skin. He needs to get a closer look.

His heart momentarily stops the first time he sees you conjure lighting. Through the thick clouds and damn near blinding sheet of rain, he sees you. Even through the darkness that blankets the landscape and obscures the sky, he sees you there, clad in flowing robes and glimmering metal fineries. Even through the thick gray cover of the nimbostratus gathering, even from his considerable distance from you, he can still see how beautiful you are. The show of raw power you exhibit as you move your arms in practiced patterns, before sending a blinding bolt of electricity to strike the earth, stirs a sense of pure enthrallment within him. The ground shakes with each strike of lightning, a flash of white in the purple-tinted sky soon followed by a boom of thunder. For a long while, he stands there and experiences the storm, taking in the rain that drenches his clothes, the wind that blows through his hair, the way the ground rumbles with each roll of thunder, the scent of wet earth, and the sight of you at the epicenter of it all.

It occurs to him that he doesn’t even know your name, and now he’s consumed by the need to know more than ever. He must know the name of the goddess that possesses such power and such beauty. He powers through the relentless storm, not perturbed in the slightest by the merciless deluge and electric blasts from the sky. The wind picks up, curling and contorting the clouds in spirals that wreak havoc across the land. The flood laps at his knees and his clothes are blown out of place by the time he gets to you, standing right in the eye of the storm.

You hear him call to you and pause for a moment, wondering who was bold enough to approach you at a time like this. Most, both gods and mortals alike, shy away when you conjure a storm this powerful. The fact that he’s willing to come right to the middle of the storm, braving through the worst of it, is intriguing to say the least. You float down closer to the ground, the spiral of the storm curling around you as you do. Once you recognize him, you’re completely taken aback. You’ve heard of Xiaojun, the god of fire, who’s beauty is so overwhelming that mortals often can’t look directly at him. You’ve seen him before, and even admired him before at a pantheon gathering or two, but never up close like this. Even in his disheveled state, he’s devastatingly beautiful, and you can’t help but take a moment to take him in. His hair is slicked back by the rain, leaving the sharp features of his handsome face completely unobscured. The water makes his clothes cling to his body, displaying his impressive physique and leaving very little to the imagination. He’s positively gorgeous, and you quickly understand why mortals avert their eyes and shy away. it takes a while before it occurs to you to wonder what he’s doing here in the middle of one of your storms.

“What are you doing here?” You question curiously, “Isn’t this a bit far from your forge?”

“It is,” He smiles sheepishly, gazing up at you in awe.

“Then what brings you all the way out here?” You question again, floating down closer to him.

“I wanted to meet you.” He admits, stepping forward and into the eye of the storm. Here, the wind dissipates and the intensity disappears, replaced with calm, still air.

“I realize I’ve never gotten the chance to introduce myself properly. We’ve only ever seen each other in passing.” He continues earnestly, stepping further into the eye of the storm towards you, “But this storm, is a true marvel. In all my time in existence, I’ve never seen anyone display such power, such dominance over the elements. I think it’s incredible and I just- I wanted to know the name of such a beautiful, powerful goddess.”

Stunned, you’re silent for a few moments. He’s never approached you before, much less complimented you so flagrantly. You can’t deny you appreciate the unprompted inflation of your ego, but he speaks with such unabashed admiration that it brings a faint heat to your cheeks. You’re flattered to say the least, and with a smile, you tell him your name.

He repeats your name, memorizing the way the syllables flow over his tongue. He returns your smile and vows to see you again in less turbulent circumstances. You instantly agree, and you find yourself already looking forward to meeting with him more.

Little do you know, Xiaojun’s fixation on you intensifies in a flash as quick as your lightning bolt.

#the pup actually types #fire and sun au #mythology!au #nct scenarios #wayv scenarios #nct dejun scenarios #nct xiaojun scenarios #wayv dejun scenarios #wayv xiaojun scenarios

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