#shark writes

[keegansshark]

Pockets of Domesticity

Johnny who’s happiest when he gets back from an assignment and is finally able to see his love again.

No matter how many times he tries to convince you otherwise, you feel guilty when ‘all’ he comes home from a deployment to is you. You think he deserves more, a special night in or a nice dinner, perhaps something extravagant after everything he’s been through. 

In reality, this is complete bliss. The only thing he’s thought about the whole time he was in the field is you and the pockets of domesticity you provide. 

When Johnny walks through the door, he's aching and stiff and beat up and exhausted, yes, but he hears the patter of your socks against the hardwood and you show up in front of him wearing his hoodie and looking up at him with the brightest smile he’s ever seen. His calloused hands cup your face gently as he peppers kisses all over, baby blue hues welling up with tears because he’s home, he’s safe, and he has his sweetheart in his arms again. 

Johnny smiles warmly as you sit in his lap on the couch, studying your features intently as you talk about everything you’ve done while he’s been away. The way your eyes light up when you tell him you finally finished the puzzle you two were working on and how you built a shelf to keep his sketchbooks organized. He lets out a laugh, deep and genuine, when you feel your face get warm and sheepishly tell him sorry for getting so excited over something so ‘mundane’.

Johnny who is adamant to tell you how you being happy is what makes him happy, so please don’t ever apologize for something like that again. He can’t keep his hands off of you as the two of you make your way upstairs, thick biceps holding you against him and nearly making you fall over from how clingy he is. 

Johnny keeps his arms around your waist as the two of you shower together, the warm water gladly welcomed against his aching muscles. He reluctantly loosens his hold after you tilt your head at him and remind him there’s a point to being in the shower. He sighs contentedly as you pay extra attention to his hair, massaging the shampoo through the roots and tracing your nails over his scalp. He makes sure to remind you how much he loves you as he presses his forehead against yours, taking turns with the soap to help wash each other. 

Johnny adores it when you towel him off, wrapping it around his waist as he sits on the edge of the bathtub. He looks up at you with genuine devotion as you dry his hair, finally using this opportunity to shave the mohawk that became overgrown during his deployment. He pretends to fight back when you tell him you want to keep the beard this scruffy, mostly because he thinks you look cute when you pout. He gives in once he remembers your smile is even cuter. 

Johnny who dresses you in his clothes to sleep in because he thinks they look better on you than they do on him. He swears his heart beats faster the second you’re in front of him wearing his shirt and a pair of old sweats. He holds you against him while you lay in bed together, his legs entangled with yours and using his bicep as a makeshift pillow for you. Johnny looks down at you as you peacefully sleep in his arms and he remembers that this is what he fights for. 

Johnny who loves the love you’ve given him. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

#he's so boyfriend... dare i say husband #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #soap cod #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish fluff #soap mactavish fluff #john soap mactavish fluff #shark writes #soap mactavish <3

[sharkinlovewithadolphin]

Haruka and Rin (2700 words) by sharkinlovewithadolphin

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Free! Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Hansel and Gretel, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Reverse Bang, Alternate Universe – Kids Summary: Rin convinces Haruka to explore the forest with him, but they wind up getting lost. To their luck, they find a house. To their surprise, the house is made of candy. ~🌸~ I was paired up with Akira for @thenightpool's Medley mini reverse bang event, and wrote this based on their adorable art piece (seen above - posted with permission) ❤

#free! #rinharu #sharkbait #harurin #rinharu fics #fanfics #free! fanfic #medley reverse bang #my writing #shark writes #akiraclementine

[babygirlghostsoap]

Domestic-y Headcannon

Soap knows how Ghost takes his tea, from just being an observant guy totally not because he’s in love with Ghost, that would be silly(!)

There’s a moment where Soap is jogging on up to Ghost with two takeaway coffee cups, offering him one. Ghost takes it, not really expecting anything, but he finds it’s his favourite way to have tea. He looks at the cup in his hands, then up at Johnny, and then back to his cup certain that he has never told Soap his beverage preferences.

A warmth spreads throughout Ghost’s chest that he’s choosing to blame solely on the drink, but that doesn’t account for the blush creeping up his neck, hidden beneath the mask.

#I have no idea how Ghost’s tea is special tho lol #please suggest how ghost makes his tea! #i couldn't find any hc's and im not the biggest fan of the stuff #soap #ghost #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #cod mwii #call of duty #headcannon #oneshot #shark writes

[patheticlittleguy]

Primavera

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Aspiring hunters visit the historic Harker Estate at all times of the year to partake in hands-in training. Craig had flown in just a few days ago and had already seen his first (heavily restrained) vampire up-close, and had gotten to talk with a lot of very experienced hunters. And god, there were so many shops full of weapons: knives and stakes and crucifixes of all sorts. He felt like a kid in a candy shop.

On a sunny, Wednesday morning, he got up bright and early and put on his best black polo. He had an appointment to meet the world’s longest-held captive vampire.

At eleven-thirty sharp, he met its handler in a quiet corner of the estate grounds. The handler was a tall, imposing man named Javier. When they exchanged names, Javier shook his hand firmly, and said, “I am very happy that there are still people interested in seeing Primavera.”

“It’s an honor, sir,” Craig said. He rubbed his sweaty hands against his pants. “I mean, it’s not every day you get to meet a hundred and twenty year-old vampire.”

“Ah, that is true,” Javier sighed. “You know, when I met Vera, she was owned by a different handler, and had a different name.”

Craig nodded, and said, “oh, yeah, I think I remember reading about that.”

“So you did your homework!” Javier smiled. “Well, I suppose I should not keep you waiting any longer. Come with me.”

Javier walked Craig through a maze of brick pathways, past hedges, thickets, and patch after patch of purple alliums. As they went, Javier talked about the history of his prized possession. The vampire first appeared in the historical record sometime around 1900, just years after the Dracula became known to the world at large. He said that some believed her to be the first person turned into a vampire, and that it definitely happened by accident before the process was well understood. “And, only people who come meet her get to know this, but the name Primavera is my own little joke,” Javier admitted.

Craig said, “oh, really?”

“It is similar to primera, which means first.” Javier smiled. “First to be turned, first to be captured. And a fascinating creature, too.”

He stopped in front of a small house- his house, tucked away in the ancient conifers and landscaping. It was painted a lovely forest green, and the doormat said, ¡oh no! ¿Tú otra vez? The front doorknob had an ornate cross engraved in it.

Inside, the space was homey and inviting, all dark hardwood and old bookshelves. Javier led him to a steel door that looked very out of place, and opened it to reveal a dark stairwell.

They descended the stairs, Craig hesitantly, Javier confidently.

What Craig saw at the bottom of the stairs was much… less that he expected. There should have been a cocoon of chains around an old, proud seductress. A thousand crucifixes, an iron maiden of stakes. He looked into the dark corners of the room, expecting the vampire to jump out at him. There was just dust, and a single withered body on the floor.

Javier walked right up to the corpse, and nudged it with its foot. Craig suddenly felt stupid- that wasn’t a victim; the vampire had not been fed in decades. The body moved, the ancient bellows of its lungs coming to life in ragged breaths.

“Up and at ‘em, cariño,” Javier said. “Up.”

The vampire opened its sunken eyes, and stared up at Javier. Its pupils dilated in slow-motion, and it had striking irises, deep brown with a ring of pink in the center.

With arms literally as thin around as its bones, the vampire slowly pulled itself up. It parted its lips, and emitted soft huffs of breath. Even propping itself up on its elbows seemed a Sisyphean task.

“Tenemos un amigo nuevo, Primavera.” Javier spoke to it softly, as one might to a lover in the early, pre-dawn hours.

The only sound Primavera seemed able to make was a breathy, “ah…” Its head turned towards Craig, its crusty eyes not quite looking at him.

“Uhm,” Craig said, looking to Javier for guidance. At Javier’s encouragement, Craig moved closer, and crouched down. “Hello there.”

The vampire made another breathy sound, and then sniffed the air. It was only wearing a pair of cheap-looking basketball shorts, and the scars threading across its skin were all visible. It was as if someone wrapped a mummy in scar tissue instead of linen. It hunched in on itself, face blank as an animal’s.

Javier crouched down next to Craig, and caressed the vampire’s cheek with curled fingers. To Craig, he said, “Primavera doesn’t really understand what goes on around her anymore. It is incredible that she still responds at all.”

Craig did not touch Primavera. To Javier, he said, “does she still produce venom?”

“A little,” Javier said, and he slipped his thumb into Primavera’s mouth. The vampire opened its jaw, its fangs extended. Javier pressed against the back of the fang, and coaxed out the smallest droplet of clear venom. Its pupils went slitted, like it was feeding, but none of the other reflexes were there.

Javier pulled his finger away, and Primavera leaned towards it, like a tired old dog hoping for another treat. He wiped his hand on his pants, and said, “you should feel her skin.”

“I dunno,” Craig said. He eyed the vampire, with its matted hair and dirty face. It looked like something that would give him fleas and ringworm.

“You may never get another chance,” Javier said. “As a hunter, most vampires you touch will be dead-dead. But Vera is only mostly dead. One of a kind.” He smiled when he spoke of the vampire.

Craig looked at Primavera, and reached out. He cupped her cheek, and found it to be room temperature. Like something left out to thaw. It leaned heavily into his hand.

Javier chuckled. “She likes you.”

Craig didn’t know what to say. He watched carefully for a sign that the vampire would bite him. Its eyes were sliding shut, and it made no move to lunge at him. It was restrained only by its own weakness.

Fascinating, indeed.

#shark writes #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #starvation whump #long term captivity #captivity whump

[sharksinflowercrowns]

I FINALLY DID IT

I finally finished the Huntlow Soulmate AU I started all the way back during the summer

Is it my best work? Probably not.

But I’m really proud of it anyways!

#huntlow #the owl house #the owl house season 3 #the owl house spoilers #hunter the golden guard #willow park #shark writes

[sharkskull]

I have been writing as hobbies but mostly original one-shot or shorts and more often its romance, but my writing frequency is random, I saved my writing in my Notion page Do visit if you're interested and I will post my next writing on tumblr post too

#shark writes #master post #writers on tumblr #writers #writing #creative writing

[sixthrangers]

whgghaaghaagha half finished bad sentai fic

#shark.txt #shark writes

[ominouspuff]

Kote’s House

Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.

The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 

His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.

He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.

He tries to explain how wonderful it is —

“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”

—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.

Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.

Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.

“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.

“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.

He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 

They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 

Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?

Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 

“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.

Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.

Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.

“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 

“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”

Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”

Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.

He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 

What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.

Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.

Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 

He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.

“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 

“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.

He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 

“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 

Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.

#fan art #artists on tumblr #star wars fanart #star wars: the clone wars #fix it au #captain rex #commander cody #commander fox #commander wolffe #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka #After The War Fluff #Get you some vod that can do plumbing and make fun of your trash disposal unit #OmPu Writes: Snippet #just-typed-this-out-and-it-shows #Kote was grinning like a shark while haggling #It was terrifying #This man waged wars and he cannot wait to utilize every tactical skill he learned in that endeavor on one (1) twi’lek to negotiate the sale #-of a fix-er-upper he was going to buy anyway #First time trying this art style #Star Wars fanfic

[cerealiii]

Mer!haitham tiny waist agenda is live.

For kaleidoscope zine~

---cerealiii

2023-05-07

#kavetham #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin #genshin impact #originally had writing to go with it but it fell through y v y #merhai is based off a silvertip shark :3

[naffeclipse]

Hello darling. With all baby dolphin fever asks I have a question.

How would boys react to Y/n being gone and hurt by protecting the baby from the boys enemy? I can see enemies of the orca Mafia seeing y/n and the baby as the weakness of the boys, and then trying to use poor mama and a newborn to gain something from orcas, and as we know a good parent will protect their baby at all cost, what can lead to a fight. How would they boys react to finding out that their mate and the baby dissapeared? That their mate wa share to protect the young one?

Kisses ickove your work!

The orca sirens are very protective of their mate and their newborn, so to have Dolphin Y/N somehow leave all of their sights, and then go missing in a very short amount of time would trigger a full-blown hunting mode for Eclipse, Sun, and Moon. They quickly mobilize every single siren under their power and search far and wide for their sweet dolphin siren and the child. The powerful mafia leaders are frantic with fear and uncertainty. How did this happen? Where is their darling dolphin siren?

Eclipse discovers Y/N in a dark, icy alcove, not too far from the center of their terrorism after a full day and night. They're exhausted and bleeding from a clear siren shark bite on their tail. They're limply curled around their baby as the little one cries. Eclipse startles them with his sudden emergence from the sea, but then they sob in relief. One of their mates found them. After he pulls them close, softly shushing them and promising it's alright, he will keep them safe, he examines their wounds and ensures the baby is unharmed. Y/N needs help. Y/N protected their child, but it's clear there was a great struggle as Y/N is close to passing out from the fear and exertion of it all. Eclipse takes both of them into his arms and swims as quickly as he can while holding them. He burns internally, having to hide his gnashing teeth to not startle the newborn and let Y/N rest, but he is seeing red.

Whoever touched his mate will suffer greatly, and only after will he slaughter them. First, he will take care of Y/N and the baby.

Sun and Moon are equally relieved and horrified to find Eclipse returning with their mate, bleeding and unconscious. Eclipse takes the newborn while Sun and Moon attend to their injuries, closing them as best as they can while allowing Y/N to rest. Sun and Moon are furious and want answers, but they all have to wait for Y/N to wake up and regain their strength. Soon, Y/N revives with their head on Moon's tail/lap. Sun softly coaxes them to awareness with the promise of food. Eclipse is very close with their little one and helps them to hold the baby while they retell what happened exactly.

They had simply gone drifting with their little one, wanting to stretch their tail and flex their fins, barely out of sight from other members of the pod, only to be ambushed. A Greenland shark siren attacked them. Y/N swam fast and fought hard to keep the shark from harming their baby but suffered wounds themselves. The siren kept attempting to capture Y/N and take them somewhere, but they refused, fueled by a primal instinct to shield their child. The siren eventually lost them in a field of ice floe, and then Y/N found the ice cave. They didn't know what to do. They weren't certain if they got the siren off their tail They were so afraid. Eclipse, Sun, and Moon bristle equally, but this is no stranger. Y/N and the boys are familiar with the perpetrator.

They've had difficulties with others accepting their power of influence. Of course, they've had some would-be members of their pod slip away or quietly skirt their area of the sea in anger but this is worse. A shark siren of this description was one of their underlings. The siren had difficulty with obedience in the past but the brothers believe they had smothered that rebellious streak. They see clearly now that they've been too merciful. The member attacked their mate and their child and attempted to steal them away. For what? Leverage? Power? As if the brothers would allow the siren to hold their mate over their heads and bring harm to the precious newborn.

The shark siren would be foolish to hang around after a failed attempt to steal the orca sirens' mate, but Eclipse, Sun, and Moon are patient hunters. For now, they shush Y/N and reassure them that they are safe. They are not leaving their sights ever again, and softly stroke the baby's head until their darling mate falls asleep, still recovering from the ordeal.

But they plot quietly, calmly. Day after day, night after night, they will scour and they will stalk, and when they find the siren that touched their mate, they will turn the ocean red.

#sleeping with the fishes #dolphin!reader #orca!eclipse #orca!moon #orca!sun #naff writing #there's some hints that the boys have to the Greenland shark siren's treachery but he hides it well #up until he tried to take Y/N and the baby #needless to say he's going to have to keep swimming and never stop #because the boys are furious and it is a kind of anger that not even water can put out #something something come at the king(s) you best not miss something

[sharkinlovewithadolphin]

Like A Bullet (50.174 words) by sharkinlovewithadolphin

Chapters: 4/12 Fandom: Free! Rating: Mature Relationships: Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka Additional Tags: [Check AO3] Chapter 4 Summary: Rin learns to see and understand Haru in whole new ways, more so than he ever thought was possible. Fic playlist can be found here (Youtube) and here (Spotify). 🎧

#free! #rinharu #harurin #sharkbait #rinharu fics #free! fanfic #fanfics #mafia au #fic: like a bullet #my writing #shark writes

[babygirlghostsoap]

I NEED A GHOST/SOAP TATTOO PALOUR/FLOWER SHOP AU SO BAD

i’m currently drafting up a ghost/soap hanahaki fic and im looking through flower symbolism

and then i got started thinking about a florists, which led to florist x tattoo artist au

HOW CUTE WOULD TATTOO ARTIST!SOAP AND FLORIST!GHOST BE??

oooo soap tattooing ghost. maybe it needs multiple sessions so ghost has to keep on coming back. he doesn’t mind getting to spend hours under the hands of the cute boy with the mohawk

i also adore the idea of big man ghost in his mask looking intimidating as hell, but also wearing a pastel pink florist apron, surrounded but all sorts of brightly coloured flowers. he really is a thorn amongst the roses (jk he’s v pretty)

maybe soap keeps finding reasons to buy flowers from this flower shop just so that he has a reason to talk to the brit

#i have a million and one ideas bouncing around in my head #and like no time to form a coherent thought lmao #if this post inspires anything to be made #i will love you forever <3 #call of duty #modern warfare 22 #ghost #simon ghost riley #soap #johnny soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod mw22 #cod mwii #tattoo parlor #flower shop #tattoo/flower shop au #shark writes

[patheticlittleguy]

An Old Friend, part 2

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Contains: exactly what you’d think, based on the opening paragraph.

Ryan squirms against the radiator. It’s not unbearably hot, not yet, but it’s certainly not pleasant. The way he’s tied up, though, his back is pressed flush against the too-warm metal.

“I didn’t take you for the kinky type,” Ryan teases. To some part of his brain, Tybalt is still his friend. He knows this is dangerous, but he’s not thinking.

Tybalt makes a confused face, but then connects the dots. “Shut up, asshole.”

Ryan huffs, wondering how hot radiators usually get. Surely not hot enough to do any serious damage, right? The rope is starting to chafe against his skin. All of him feels warm, not just his back.

“Tybalt,” Ryan says, unsure if what’s going to come out of his mouth next. Tybalt pauses, but only for a moment. Then, he leaves. “Hey, Tybalt, wait…”

Ryan sighs again. He wishes he at least had a shirt on. He feels exposed, like this. Tybalt even left the window cracked open. At least Tybalt had the decency not to touch Ryan’s sports bra. A memory comes unbidden to his mind, of Before. Ryan huffs a small laugh, wishing he could go back.

Tybalt and him had been out drinking, and, surprisingly, were only tipsy when Ryan dragged him to the dorm room that Ryan shared with some poor blonde girl. (An oversight of some counselor’s, but it was never a real problem.)

They’d been giggling at some joke that Ryan can’t remember. Tybalt turned to Ryan’s desk, poking through the mess. He picked up a framed photo. “What do we have here?”

“Oh,” Ryan said, “that’s me. I was, like, nine-ish.” His hair was almost down to his shoulders. Those curls had always been utterly unmanageable. In the photo, nine-year-old Ryan smiled from the back of a horse. “I went to that summer camp every year ‘till they told me I was too old. That horse’s name was Trigger, I think.”

Tybalt hummed. Light-heartedly, he asked, “why’s your hair so long?”

Ryan just shrugged, and said, “my parents had yet to accept that short hair is way less work.”

“It’s weird,” Tybalt said, eyeing Ryan’s close-cropped hair. “You looked so different. I honestly thought it was, like, your kid sister.”

Ryan had laughed at that. He took it as a compliment, that he’d come so far. Tybalt was like that. His compliments were never intentional, he just happened to point out the nice things about Ryan. He wonders what happened to the Tybalt he used to know.

Ryan is panting, now, the burning hot metal difficult to ignore. He supposes that Tybalt probably changed for the worst when his friend got murdered. Ryan’s chest is heaving, and he wonders if he’s imagining the smell of something burning. Radiators don’t get hot enough to start a fire, do they?

The slightest breeze slips in through the window. Outside, Ryan can hear a mourning dove, the one bird call he knows. Ryan clenches his fists, squeezing his eyes shut like he’s trying to crush them with his eyelids. He knows he’s going to be here for a while.

He tries to find something else to distract himself, but his mind is frazzled. There’s no decorations that he can see, just him in a corner of the living room, slowly cooking. How long has it been since Tybalt left him here? There are no clocks in this room, and the window is behind him.

The radiator feels like hellfire against his back. He can’t think about anything else. He feels like throwing up. It’s getting hard to breathe. He fights the need to squirm, since it’ll only rub his burned back against the hot metal. Sweat drips down his chest, and he breathes in unsteady gasps.

He leans his head back, hoping to give his neck a rest, but bangs his head against the windowsill. It brings tears to his eyes, but he doesn’t lift his head up. He doesn’t try to stop more tears from following, either. He doesn’t have the strength.

He cries as quietly as he can. Warm, wet tears drip down his face, and his chest heaves against the rope. He wants to go home, back to the little apartment next to the corner store. Or maybe back to the house he grew up in, its cream-colored walls dripping with nostalgia. Anywhere that isn’t here.

#shark writes #tied up #burn whump #whump writing #crying whumpee #captivity whump

[maxbruiser]

I’m having one of those moments

#Me: dang I should really get back to writing my current fic #Also me: what if you DIDNT do that and instead made a comic about undertale shark sirens #Me: :O #Minimax

[cozymaples]

prompt idea (no worries if it doesn’t speak to u!!): reader tells steve she wants him to degrade her, and at first, steve is against it. he feels really guilty about how he’s spoken about women in the past and feels like calling you mean things in bed is disrespectful to his girl. but the first time he tries it and sees that dumb look in her eyes, he changes his mind REAL quick 👀

OHHHHHHHHHHHH YOU.

steve is in love with you. he loves you so bad, he can't even stand it. the spare time he has when he's not daydreaming about you is shopping for engagement rings, sometime in the near future. so when you ask him to degrade you, his face completely drops.

"what?" you stare back at him, suddenly regretting this decision. lust overrules you, and fuck it; you love him too, and you feel safe enough to explore this territory with him.

"please," you beg, his cock having just been put inside you. "doesn't even have to be all mean, stevie-please-" he doesn't even know where he would start, not wanting to hurt your feelings whatsoever. sure, he'd had reputation in the past-but that was the past.

you were his future.

"i-" he stammers, sighing with defeat as you stare up at him, doe-eyed, pussy soaking. he slides his cock slowly, the first thrust making a soft moan spill from your lips. "fuck, just-"he stammers, choking back his own noises. he can't hold it back any longer, he needs to fuck you-and if this is what you want, god is he willing to try. "alright, baby. you tell me to stop if you need it, yeah? promise me-" you cut him off, nodding eagerly. "promise. swear it." with your permission, he starts to thrust his hips forward, slowly pounding into your pussy. he immediately shifts his demeanor, the dead (but not gone) 'king steve' finally peeking through.

he lifts your leg, pressing it back until it touches your chest, bending at the knee. it causes his cock to sink further into you, earning a near-deafening moan from you.

"yeah, you like that, huh?" it's his usual banter, but you nod rapidly, eager for more.

"of course you do, fuckin' slut." your brows furrow, and you can tell he's holding his breath waiting for your reaction, despite his expression remaining the same. you feel your stomach flip in the best way, his words sending warmth straight to your throbbing clit. "f'course i do," you murmur, breathy and dizzy with lust. you hear him hiss through his teeth, his cock throbbing inside of you. "god," he moans, and you cut him off. "love y'r fuckin' thick cock pounding into me." his brows furrow, feigning sympathy as he nods.

"oh, i know, baby. must be so-fuckin'-hard for you to do anything if my cock isn't fucking pounding into you." he says through thrusts, pounding you harder each time. you whine in response, and he chuckles. "yeah? go all dumb when i fuck into you like this-so fuckin' pretty. didn't know how good you'd look without a fuckin' thought behind those eyes."

#me eating gummy sharks while i write this #giggling and kicking my feet #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #anon #steve harrington moodboard #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x reader imagine #steve harrington imagines #joe keery #maple writes stevie!

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very excited to announce this!!!!

envy, wrath, sloth, gluttony, greed, lust, ao3

this is part one of what will be the

Seven Deadly Sins Series (NSFW 18+)

pride (noun) - inordinate esteem for one’s own excellence. It is a habit or vice that disposes us to think more of ourselves than we ought. 

The Hair.

King Steve. 

Pretty Boy.

Steve is no stranger to objectification. He’s well acquainted with the way girls blush and giggle when he smiles their way in the halls. The way guys seem to puff out their chests when they speak to him. 

In fact, his physical appearance has become so much a part of who he is at this point that he’s probably single-handedly keeping Farrah Fawcett spray on shelves across the nation.

But the thing about being naturally attractive, Steve learned the hard way, is that humility is what really gets under people’s skin. 

Blushes go pinker when his response to a giggly “You look handsome today, Steve,” is looking at his shoes with a quiet, “What, this? Thank you.”

Other boys look less ready to throw a punch or an insult his way when they sprinkle their gametime trash-talk with “Pretty Boy” and “King Steve” if he just laughs and keeps playing.

Humility is what really does it.

For most people.

In the past few months he’s been dating Eddie Munson though, he’s realized there’s one exception. 

It's not that Steve doesn’t think he’s attractive. It’s not that at all. He knows he’s good looking, spends an inordinate amount of time making sure he highlights it daily. Loves it about himself actually.

He doesn’t usually let people know that he knows, is the thing.

But Eddie loves when he’s vain.

Loves the way he primps in the mirror before they go out.

How he spins around to make sure his best assets are on display.

Steve’s honestly lost count of the number of times he’s been talking to himself in the bathroom, staring at his reflection saying “Damn, I look good in this outfit,” before arms are snaking around his waist and squeezing at his hips. A gravelly, “Fuck yeah you do,” in his ear.

That’s why, with a Herculean effort, Steve pulls himself away from Eddie’s lips where he’s in his lap on his couch.

They’re both breathing heavy, lips swollen, and eyes glassy. But Steve has an idea.

He rubs his thumbs over Eddie’s cheeks and breathes a laugh when he turns to nip at one of them. Can’t help but to lean in and kiss him again.

“Can we try something, baby?” He whispers into the barely there space between them.

Feels Eddie nod and hands grip at his thighs.

“Anything you want, Stevie.”

He trails a hand back to tangle in Eddie’s curls and shifts to bite at his ear and whisper, “Want you to fuck me in front of the mirror. Wanna watch.”

When Eddie pulls back from him it’s with a wicked smirk and eyes darker than Steve’s ever seen. He bucks Steve up and off and smacks him on the ass when he turns to leave.

“Yeah baby. Let's go watch how pretty you are.”

He knows his smile is blinding when he laughs back over his shoulder. 

*****

Steve always thinks he’s hot, but he thinks he’s prettiest when he’s kneeling and sitting back on his boyfriend’s dick with tear streaks down his cheeks and drool down his chest. 

He’s so spacey, and so stuffed full that he’d agree with almost anything Eddie said. 

Currently it's a litany of, “Look at you baby, you’re so hot,” and “My sweet baby. Prettiest angel,” and “Look how pretty you are, huh,” with every punch of his hips and bite to the side of his neck.

Between Steve’s punched out breaths and whines he’s nodding. “Mhm. ‘M the prettiest. So pretty when I cry.”

His agreements have Eddie groaning and wrapping the hand not digging into his hip around the front of his neck and dragging him backward into a bruising kiss. 

He’s smiling and Steve can feel him laugh when he whimpers against his mouth. “Tell me about it baby. Tell me what’s pretty.”

Gasps from deep in his chest when Eddie wraps his hand around his cock and tugs. 

“Tell me.”

Steve whines once and squirms under the attention. Loves it. 

“My eyes,” he gasps. Eddie hums from behind him and slows his hips to a deep grind. “My eyes look really green when I’m crying. I like them.”

A soft kiss dropped to his shoulder and two sets of eyes on him in the mirror.

“My hair. Like it when– when it's messy,” a hiccup and eyes squeezed shut when Eddie shifts inside him just right. “Like when it’s messy from your hands.” 

He slides his own hands up his thighs and squeezes at the hand Eddie still has against his hip. 

He meets his own gaze in the mirror and his face breaks into a smile as his chest heaves.

“Like my lips when they’re swollen. People can tell I just kissed you. Want ‘em to know.”

In a second Eddie’s got a palm flat against his back and has his shoulders shoved down into the carpet, his head twisted to see himself.

He knows he’s falling fast because he giggles when Eddie grips at his hips and pulls him back onto his dick. Giggles even more when Eddie looks up at him in the mirror and smirks when he pushes in deep.

“Pretty when I’m ass up for you,” he smiles and his eyes finally stray away from his own reflection to meet his boyfriends gaze, fucked out and cocky.

Eddie lands a sharp smack to his ass and squeezes. “Hell yeah you are baby. So pretty when you’re on my dick.”

One of his hands slides up Steve’s spine and presses down on the back of his neck and pulls a gasp from his lungs. 

“But you know what baby?”

Steve hums with his eyes locked on the way his ass bounces with each meeting of Eddie’s hips.

The hand snakes back around to tug at his cock again and he knows it won’t take much more when Eddie grits out “Prettiest when you come for me.”

His legs shake and he lets out a high whine as he spurts into Eddie’s hand.

“That’s it angel. God you feel so good, Stevie,” is all Eddie can get out before Steve feels his hips stutter and his breath leave him in low groan.

Steve knows he’s attractive is the thing.

Knows he’s pretty and loves it.

People tell him all the time.

But one of his favorite things to hear is when he’s coming down from his orgasm high, his boyfriend lists the things he finds prettiest.

“Your smile.”

“Your laugh.”

“Your heart.”

“The way you love people.”

“The way you love me.”

“The prettiest is the way you love yourself.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie smut #seven deadly sins series #pride #these are all going to be smut #and filthy smut at that #therefore #minors DNI #or get blocked im so serious #joey don't yell at me this was my writing reward for making progress on my big bang #stay tuned for the other six #can you tell I have catholic guilt be honest #y'all won't believe what I was watching while I wrote this #okay fine I'll tell you #it was shark tales #this is probably ooc #good thing idgaf #gin writes