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thebearer · 11 months

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PLEASEEEE write about carmy trying to put a baby in reader 🙏🙏🙏

minors dni 18+ also i'm doing two versions of this, this is just the first one since i had another ask for this lol

Carmen barely looked up, seeing you walk through the swinging doors back into the restaurant. Normally, he'd be worried that you were here, coming in unannounced before the dinner rush, his mind would race and tell him something was wrong. Today he knew better, he knew exactly why you were here.

"Hey, Sydney." Carmen muttered, scraping the prepped vegetables into the container, his eyes locking with yours. "I need you to cover for me, Chef."

"Ok..." Sydney muttered, looking from you and Carmen. "Are you good, Chef?"

"What? Yeah, no, yeah. I-I'm good. I just... Gotta order some stuff, and-and I just got a lot of office stuff I need to do." Carmen rambled, cheeks heating with each stammered word.

Sydney was suspect, especially with the way you were looking at each other, but she shrugged it off. "I got it, Chef." She nodded, checking off his prep on her clipboard.

"Good. Uh, if you need me just uh, knock and I'll come out." Carmen nodded, ignoring how her face contorted into disgust, practically sprinting to his office.

You were already waiting inside, dropping your purse on the couch, eyeing Carmen hungrily when he shut the door, twisting the lock behind him. "We don't have long." Carmen muttered, tearing off his apron.

"I don't need long." You hummed, pushing your shorts to the ground, letting them puddle around your ankles.

"You gotta be quiet, baby." Carmen looked at you, eyes glued on your puffy lips, drooling and teasing him when you bent over the couch, nose practically touching the wall.

"I can't promise that." You grinned, looking over your shoulder at him. "Hurry up, Berzatto. Before they need you. I need you."

Carmen snorted, palming himself through his boxers, shuffled steps over towards you with one last look over his shoulder. "I got ya, honey." He muttered, pulling himself out and stroking his length. "You sure this is supposed to work?"

"They said as much as possible when you're ovulating." You huffed, wiggling impatiently. You and Carmen had decided to try for a baby, ditching your birth control only last month. Truthfully, you were using the baby making as an excuse to fuck as much as possible, not that you needed much of one when you were ovulating.

"Never thought I'd hear you complain about having sex." You grinned.

Carmen snorted lightly, letting the head of his cock glide between your folds. "Not complaining." He muttered, teasing your entrance gently. "Never complain, baby."

You started to reply, a sharp, witty reply on the tip of your tongue, cut short by him sinking inside you, pushing into you with one long stroke, stretching you out for him. You gasped, pushing your head into your hands, hopeful to muffle the sound coming out of you.

Carmen's hand sunk into your waist, gripping the fat of your hip to bring you back to him, hips rocking slow and steady against yours, the sound of skin slapping skin one he hoped was muffled through the thick walls.

"Fuck, baby, you feel good. So fuckin' good." Carmen grunted lowly, fingers curling around your hip, jaw clenched to keep himself from groaning.

"Oh! That's the spot, Carm, fuck." You whined, back arching further at one particularly hard thrust, jamming that sweet spot inside of you that had your vision blurring, mind blanking in pleasure.

"Shh, be quiet, baby." Carmen hushed, leaning forward, one hand propped on the wall beside you. "Gotta be quiet. Can't let them- shit- can't let them know what we're doin'."

Carmen's hands curled around your waist, cradling your lower belly, feeling the way it flexed when you clenched around him. He could see it, see you all swollen and big with the baby- his baby. The baby he put inside you. It made Carmen's teeth grit, fucking you harder and harder with a new found vigor, a free hand covering your mouth to muffle your cries.

"Can't let them know I'm fuckin' a baby into you." Carmen rasped, hot breath tickling your ear, leaving you shivering. "Gonna put a baby right in here, hm? That's what you want right?"

"Yes." You whined, tears pricking your eyes. He was making you feel so good.

"You want a baby? Want me to give you a baby, huh?" Carmen growled, his hips snapping further and further, pinning you against the couch.

"Please, Carm. Please gimme a baby." You cried, letting your head fall back against his.

"Since you asked so nicely." Carmen smirked, hips snapping up into yours. "Shit, I- you close? You close, baby?"

You nodded, reaching to move his hand, pushing it further until it was cupping your mound. Carmen got the hint, pinching and rolling your clit until you were gasping and writhing in pleasure, his free hand cupping your mouth while his thrusts got sloppier around you.

Carmen pulled you back, pressing on your spine so you were face first into the couch, ass up and high for him while he pounded into you, chest pressed to your spine, until he was spilling inside of you. Pressed so he was flush to your ass, Carmen emptied his load, hot and filling deep inside of you.

"Hang on, hold on," Carmen muttered when you started to move, hands pressing softly to your side. "I didn't... Fuck, we didn't think this one through. You gotta put your legs up, right?"

You nodded, eyes still glossy, skin still flushed and glowing. Carmen snatched the pillow from the other side, setting it in front of you. "Ok, I'm gonna pull out, and I'm gonna catch it, ok? You just, you lay down. Hips on the pillow."

Carmen pulled out slow, pointer and middle finger catching any dribbling release, pushing them back inside you. You whimpered at the sensation, still sensitive, while you moved to lie on the pillow, his fingers still inside you, propping your legs up on the edge of the couch.

"Shit, I forgot a towel. Fuck, let me just, uh, let me go grab one-"

"-'s alright, Carmen." You hummed, looking at him through fluttering lashes that made his heart skip. "I'll just keep it in. The longer the better."

Carmen tried not to gawk, but he knew he was given away by the rise in his cheeks, heat flushing his skin. His groin ached, a dull throb that had him twitching with heat at the idea. "O-Ok." Carmen muttered, pulling his pants up fastening his jeans.

"Let me grab your clothes, baby, I'll put them on for you." Carmen muttered sweetly, gently putting your panties and shorts on, trying to keep your body as still as possible.

Later, the two of you were walking hand in hand into family, giggly and touchy- you could feel him leaking out of you with every step. It made your tummy trill with heat.

"This smells good." You grinned, eyes batting up at Carmen.

"Yeah? I'll get you a plate. Don't worry 'bout it." Carmen muttered, nodding towards a seat for you.

The room had stilled, eyes on the two of you, suspicious and a little questioning. Carmen looked around, blue eyes darting furiously.

"Oh no fuckin' way." Richie cackled, breaking the silence in the room. "Cousin, no way-"

"What? What are you-"

"-Look at you! Both of you!" Richie leaned back, clapping his hands in laughter. "You're sick, cousin. Sick!"

You blushed, the snickers from Fak and Sweeps, the knowing glances from the others. Carmen blushed furiously, glaring at Richie fiercely. Tina smirked, shrugging when she looked at you.

"I'm sure this building's seen worse with Mikey." She muttered.

"That obvious?" You mumbled, looking around the room, shrinking into your seat.

"A little. You got the glow, honey. At least that's a good thing." Tina grinned, nudging you gently.

When you announced your pregnancy three months later, the entire staff swore baby Berzatto was conceived in the office. "Right there, on that fuckin' couch, cousin!"

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luveline · 2 years

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What if… hear me out- You wrote idc who it’s about but they kiss the reader and the reader wipes off the kiss to see their reaction???

i chose Sirius! i hope this was a request lol ly

It's a shame Sirius is being so sweet today, because you're about to break his heart.

Not permanently or anything, but you're planning on recreating a prank you'd seen on your phone wherein one partner wipes their lips after a kiss. Sirius (bless his heart) is a sensitive soul — he's easily offended. Always the last to break a cuddle and the first to lean in for a kiss, you can imagine his reaction already.

"You smell really good," he dotes. He hasn't stopped since he came home, practically lying on top of you where you lounge on the settee.

"Mm," you hum, hand rising to brush through his nice curls. "Thanks, handsome… It's the one you got me for my birthday."

"I have good taste."

You smile, tired and limp with his company and his weight. He grounds you like nobody else can, even when you're doing nothing. You'd spend a thousand nights exactly like this if you could.

His nose bumps against your throat. "Am I crushing you?" he asks.

"Definitely." You work your arm around him so he can't attempt an escape, and backtrack when he starts to get up anyway. "No, no, Siri, don't."

You're laughing as you tug at him. He's too strong, laughing himself as he climbs up off of you and gives your thigh an apologetic squeeze. "We need dinner, chick."

"Do we?"

He leans down over you, looking a picture of lovesickness. "We do." He kisses you. "You do. What do you want?"

You wait until he's standing in the doorway to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

His jaw drops.

"What do you wanna make?" you ask nonchalantly. "Let's just have whatever's easiest."

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"Don't mess with me," he demands.

"Sirius," you say gently, "baby, what?"

He traipses back to you. He looks really pretty like this after work, hair half up in a ponytail and wearing his comfy clothes. He slots himself by your hip and takes your hands into his, a formidable look on his handsome features.

"I'm so offended I can't find the words," he says. You're relieved to hear an insincerity in his voice, his lips pulled into a smile that spells poorly contained humour. "I kissed you and you wiped your mouth."

You bite your lip to stop from smiling. "It was a wet one."

"It was a wet one," he repeats.

You try desperately to keep your expression in check. "Yep."

Sirius turns his face to the side, tongue poking his cheek. You can feel the cogs turning in his head, a mischievous plan come to form. "I'll show you," he promises.

Before you know it your arms have been pulled over your head and Sirius is bearing down on you, lips slick with spit.

"What are you doing?" You squeal, squirming in his vice-like grip, head pressed backward urgently. It's pointless, he's already kissed you, and your escape isn't an escape at all. Like a puppy, Sirius kisses wet half moons over the curve of your neck, his victorious laughter hot on your skin.

He loosens his grip on your wrists because he's not ever mean like that and you pull him away by the hair because you are.

"You're disgusting," you say, words warped with fondness.

"Don't ever wipe off one of my kisses ever again," he says.

You thread your fingers more kindly into his hair to scratch at his scalp, pouting. "It was just a joke."

"It was super funny."

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," you say factually.

Sirius ignores you for the most part, lowering his lips to your throat again. His kisses are better this time around, less wet and more scraping. You gasp as his teeth dig in and he pulls your skin between his lips, sucking a teeny hickey. It probably won't even bruise, it's the surprise that has you shuddering.

"Liked that, did you?" he asks, one part genuine and two parts smarmy.

"Let's order a takeaway.”

He nips at the sensitive skin under your ear and then pulls back. "Let's," he agrees emphatically. “How many do you reckon I can get in before it gets here?”

“How many what?”

“Kisses,” he says, like it’s obvious.

You feel heat in your chest like hands held over an open fire. “Ring the Three Dragons and let’s find out.”

You’ve never seen him get a phone in his hand so fast.

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naeverse · 6 months

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I was wondering if u declined the birthday request thingy cuz i was waiting for it lmao-hi! Yeah the birthday thing that might or might not be my birthday lol i was hesitating actually to send that at first im glad u liked the idea it was too personal request that i was hoping to be like a little gift thingy lol AH CANT WAIT IEJDJDJD

(m giving myself a nickname call me ❄️)

OMG I'm so happy that you saw the oopsie I made and resent your request!! I was beating myself up so much that night! 😭😭

And don't ever be afraid to request me anything. I love writing for you lovely people! 😊

But I hope you enjoy your birthday gift from me! 💜💜

Miguel would be the type of boyfriend you don’t really expect to do anything for your birthday. Although, you wouldn't mind it with him being the leader of the Spider Society and Spiderman.

Your boyfriend is a busy man, and just his company on your birthday would be enough.

But this time, he surprised you.

He turned up at your door with a bouquet, a gift box, and a bag of takeout food. “Thought I'll keep you guessing.” He said with a deep chuckle, leaving you in shock.

You invite him in and the two of you settle onto your sofa, beginning to eat the delicious food he’d selected to celebrate your big day, which was succulent and left you wondering how much he spent on such a delectable meal.

Whilst you busied yourself in finishing up in eating, he set up your bouquet of flowers; removing their plastic wrap, snipping the end of the stems, and placing them into a glass vase of water.

The beautiful plants were your favorite color and bloomed beautifully as he set the vase onto the center of your dining table. The flowers, being a symbol of his love for you despite being his usual stoic self on the outside.

When he returned to the couch, you were stuffed and content, but your boyfriend wasn’t finished with his bearing of gifts. He pulls out the present from before, handing it to you with a smile.

“Open it.” He simply said as you could tell he was trying to hide the anticipation on his chiseled face whilst waiting for you to reveal the gift he'd chosen.

Although Miguel was a coldhearted man to others, he was deep down, sentimental. Inside of your gift box was something that set your heart ablaze, and knocked you off your feet.

Inside of the box was an expensive necklace, one that held the initials, ‘M.O’ on it.

His initials.

At the sight, you almost shed a tear, which only made him laugh, insisting on allowing him to put it on you. You’ll hand him the sacred jewelry, settling it in his large palm. Delicately, he moved your hair to one side, giving him better access before binding the necklace together around your neck.

When you turn around to face him with his initials dangling in the center of your collarbones, it makes his heart skip a beat. “How do I look?” You ask, which only brings a smile to his tanned lips.

“Sexy. Like always.” He says, unable to contain himself and pulling you into a kiss; one that is passionate and searing, and would leave one dizzy but longing for more when you depart.

But Miguel wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

His radio, signalling the crimes happening in Nueva York could fill the room and he would still not leave your side.

Not tonight…

Upon choosing and customizing the beautiful necklace for you, he had made a promise to himself.

That once he'd placed the gorgeous jewelry onto your neck, the one bearing his initials that marked you as his - he would grant you a night full of passion and love.

One that would be full of your cries of his name, and leave your body satisfied and his love for you, evident. Even then, he wouldn't stop cherishing you.

He'll continue making love to you, with the gorgeous necklace holding his initials upon your neck until your birthday is over, the birds have awoken from their slumber and the sun is rising in the morning sky.

Even when your peaks have been reached and the heated passions between the two of you have ceased, he wouldn't stop showing his love.

You’ll lay together under the disarray of sheets and blankets, snuggling into one another. His thick fingers combing through your hair whilst you rested against his hardened pecs. His steady heartbeat, touch, and warmth slowly lulling you to sleep.

Before succumbing to the land of dreams, you'll feel his plush lips, pressing a kiss upon your head and soon hear his deep voice, whispering lovingly into your ear.

“Happy Birthday, mi amor.”

A/N: Happy Belated birthday❄️!

I hope you enjoyed the gift! 🎉🎂

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itsscromp · 5 months

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If I lose you…

At this rate when it comes to me and @callofdudes and the ideas we make, we should start our own duo writing blog lol 🤣🤣 but enjoy our amazing idea that we cooked a long time ago this is based on the fan theory that went around. Warnings: canon-typical violence, zombie stuff, gore and death. Word count:1.1K

You and Ghost were tasked to head over to ground zero where the infection began and clear out any remaining infected before one has the potential to breach the containment zone and spread across to the nearby towns, they were already struggling alone with the waves of infected that come and go.

"Masks on" Ghost said as you two then hopped out of the helo and headed in. Your heart was beating a mile a minute heading inside the infected zone, the fight or flight really kicking in. Ghost then saw your anxiety and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder looking at you. "Stick with me and I'll keep you safe. I promise" He looked at you with such sincerity in your eyes. "Ok..."

The mission was progressing smoothly until a swarm of infected came after you when you accidentally kicked a metal can on the ground, Forced to defend yourselves, you both opened fire at the swarm which unfortunately attracted more infected. As Ghost continued to fire at the swarm, he didn't consider that one would lunge behind him and bite into his neck. Screaming out in pain, you turned around and saw him "GHOST !!!" You shouted as you pulled out your knife and stabbed the infected in the head. You got him up and began to run out of the swarm, tossing a decoy grenade to distract them.

Once out of the containment zone, you tried to recon Bravo-0. "Bravo-0 this is sergeant y/n, we need evac and medical, over" You tried to remain calm as you awaited back only to be met with static. "Bravo-0 this is y/n, we need evac, over" Met with static again. "Fuck !!"

Ghost grew scared by the minute, he was infected, and he was going to turn into them. fuck fuck fuck !!

He then looked around and then saw a boulder nearby... If he turned... he would go to bite you... He didn't want to hurt you, his best friend. So he picked up the boulder.

You were busy continuing to recon price over and over only to be met with more static, but that was interrupted when you heard a loud crunch and a grunt of pain. You turned around to see the stone in his hand... and his jaw dislocated. "What did you do !!!" You rushed over to him inspecting the injury, All he could muster was to gurgle in pain.

Fuck, you needed to find shelter to be able to signal for help and treat Ghost as well. Getting him up, making sure he is comfortable, you begin to head deeper into the woods, finding an abandoned cabin, it'll do for now. You entered inside gently placing Ghost down and starting a fire. You could see how much distress he was in. You gently took his hand and gently squeezed it, his skin was freezing cold. "We're gonna fix you buddy... I promise"

The next morning, you woke to see Ghost still awake, his skin now paler and his eyes pure white... The infection was progressing in his system. But his humanity maintained as he saw you, reaching out for you. You went over and took his hand and gently squeezed it. He didn't want to leave your warmth... It made him feel safe in this dark time. Then you heard his stomach started to growl. He was hungry.

"I'll... I'll go get something for you to eat ok..." You started to get up, only for him to grunt, trying to keep you with him, please don't leave me.

"I promise I'll be back.." You gently squeezed his hand and left, keeping him near the fire so he could remain warm.

You went outside and went to go and find any source of food. Looking high and low, until you found a deer carcass, you could bring it back and use the meat from it... it could work. So dragging it back to the cabin, you set up a bonfire outside and began to skin the deer to cut out the meat. As you began to cook it, Simon could smell something, It wasn't the meat... It was the discarded organs of the deer. it smelt... delicious.

He crawled over and then began to eat the organs, blood smearing all over his face. As you cooked the meat, you heard the squelching noises from Simon... Looking up you were slightly horrified by seeing it. But he looked up at you with the familiar humanity in his eyes. Maybe... he has the symptoms... but he's still there... As he finished his food and you began to eat yours, you saw the blood smeared all over his face. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up buddy..." You brought him inside and then poured some water from your water bottle onto a cloth, beginning to gently wash his face from the smeared blood... You saw him watch you throughout, his white eyes piercing through you, then came a gurgle from his mouth.... "Y/n...." He gurgled your name... Making you begin to tear up. "I promise... I'm gonna fix this... I promise"

Over the coming days, you continued to do the same routine, finding food, bringing it back, and trying to contact Price or the others. Simon's condition slowly worsened by the days, his skin beginning to decay, and even his jaw was too.

But one day, when you came back from looking for food, you noticed as you got in. Simon wasn't in sight.

"Simon..." You looked around, soon hearing a low growling sound coming from the corner of the room. "Simon is that you..." You slowly walked towards the noise, turning on your flashlight and seeing him, staring into the corner. Your fight or flight modes kick into high gear. "What are you looking at..." You walked closer but then accidentally kicked a couple of bullets on the ground, turning around, you could see it... He was gone... The infection took over as he growled louder.

"Simon... don't make me do it..." You reached for your side arm and pulled it out slowly as he rose from the floor and began to waddle to you. Clicking your gun you prepared for anything...

He stopped for a bit, You hoped that humanity would come back to him before he then began to charge at you. You didn't think until you heard the bang from your sidearm. Then came a thud before you looked down. You shot Simon... Seeing the blood pool around your boots. Fuck... you killed your best friend...

Dropping the sidearm, you frantically cornered yourself as you began to sob. You killed him, you promised you would fix him. You couldn't live with this guilt that you carried, not even when they finally found you and took you back to base. You couldn't live knowing the knowledge that you killed your best friend...

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midnight-talescape · 7 months

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𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝐵𝑜𝓎 (𝐻𝓎𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒹 𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 17: Fisting

I had to change the original prompt lol.

I have a lovely plan.

Warning: A little feral Miguel, dubious consent, yandere a little bit, ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 2312

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“Let me out!” Miguel screamed as he angrily threw himself at the force field, “Tengo hambre! Necesito sangre!”

You stared at the hybrid on screen that was going absolutely feral inside the containment cell.

Wow somehow, I am not surprised this is not working

You thought bitterly to yourself as you watched him destroy a huge piece of the wall.

Sighing you removed your lab coat and began walking toward the containment cell.

“D-doctor, where are you going?!” An assistant asks as they watch you leave,

“I'm going to let the hybrid out.”

Your assistant latches onto your leg practically begging you,

“Wait! The higher up will kill us, Doctor!”

You calmly removed your leg from his arm before walling out.

“Tell them to put the blame on me and that they’re fucking idiots, sticking someone in a cell isn't going to calm anyone down…”

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Miguel noticed you the second you were in front of his cell and immediately rammed his body in your direction.

“I will kill you! I will fucking kill all of you!”

You didn't even flinch as he threatened you through the wall, his eyes bloodshot and his fang extended, dripping with saliva.

“You know I can't let you out if you act like that right?”

"I'm a caged animal! What do you expect?" Miguel snarled. "I need food!"

He pounded his fists against the force field, his frustration, and hunger growing by the minute.

You sighed, he made some valid points. You walk closer to the force field so you can look him in the eyes. Holding your hand up as a sign of peace.

“How about this? You try your best to stay civilized and I will give you food and let you out.”

Miguel considered your offer, his anger abating as he thought about the prospect of being able to feed and escape his confinement.

"Fine. I'll be civilized. But if I go hungry for too long, all bargains are off."

As difficult as it was for him to suppress his violent urges, Miguel was determined to keep his word if it meant he got to be free.

"But my hunger is too strong. Only blood can quench it."

“Good enough for me,” you said shrugging before turning off the force field,

You let out a sharp gasp as Miguel immediately pounces on you, knocking you to the ground.

Miguel lunged at you, tackling you to the ground. His fang and claws extended, as he growled and snapped at you, his red eyes gleaming with hunger.

You sighed before tilting your head and pulling your collar down exposing your neck.

“Try not to kill me will you?”

Miguel paused and his eyes filled with confusion.

"Aren't you afraid I'll bite you?" He asked cautiously,

You looked up at him calmly,

“I promised you blood, didn't I? I'm relatively sure the supervisor will be really pissed at me if I start feeding you other people's blood.”

Miguel stared at you as you said that, his ears twitching. This was the first time anyone had shown trust in him.

"Alright, I'll try not to kill you." Miguel leaned down toward your neck, "But don't expect me to be a good boy for you…"

He suddenly bit down on your neck with his sharp canines. Miguel's teeth pierced your skin easily, blood spilling out and dripping down his mouth. He released a low rumble of satisfaction, his tail wrapping around your waist possessively.

You winced as you felt his fang dig into your neck. Your body froze and you gritted your teeth holding back your gasp of pain.

Miguel's thirst was momentarily relieved as he drank your blood. His tail wrapped around you tightly, his grip painfully tight at first, but gradually eased up.

Once he was satisfied, Miguel withdrew his fangs from your neck and released his hold on you. He nuzzled your neck as he said,

"Gracias, satiato…"

You pet his head, enjoying the softness of his hair and ears.

“You're welcome, now get up and you can come home with me. You’re really heavy, you know?”

Miguel's eyes closed in contentment, he rarely experienced such affection, and the joy he got from being petted by you was almost overwhelming. His ears twitched with pleasure, and he let out a faint rumble of delight.

Miguel stood up taking you with him, for some reason unwilling to let you go. He leaned down toward you confused,

"Home?"

“Yep you’re coming home with me, I can't let you be completely free. So I'm your new housemate.”

You said stretching and holding onto his hand before beginning to lead him out of the lab.

As you exited the laboratory with Miguel, a group of researchers and scientists watched nervously as you left with Miguel in tow.

Miguel waved nonchalantly as he walked alongside you, ignoring their nervous stares and remarks. You had managed to tame the animal inside him, at least temporarily.

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You were his human and his leash…

So when he saw you talking to someone else he was overtaken by rage and jealousy, nearly bursting out of his hiding place to maul the person to shreds.

He takes a deep breath and clenches his fist, digging his claw into his palm drawing blood as he watches you.

Biting back his desire to attack everyone he turned around and stormed back to your shared home.

You will be angry at him if he attacks someone, meaning you won't give him his kisses and hugs for being good.

For now, he will hold back his anger and jealousy, he will be good for you…

…that thought disappeared the second you came back wearing someone else's jacket.

He could see you were telling him something, but all his senses were focusing on the fact that you were covered in someone else's smell.

Miguel swiftly snatched you against his chest and held onto you possessively, his fangs bared,

"Who was it?" he demanded, his eyes flashing with primal jealousy.

“What?” You said confused as your face was buried in Miguel’s chest,

"I can smell another person's scent on you. Who was it?!" Miguel's demand was accompanied by a territorial growl, his fingers curling into fists. "You belong to me, no one else! You’re mine, Doctor! Mine!”

You opened your mouth to answer but didn't even get to answer before Miguel slammed his lips on yours.

He decided he didn't want to hear you speak, he didn't want to hear you say things that might hurt him.

He didn't want to hear you say you were in love with someone else.

Miguel knew he was acting selfishly, but his feelings of jealousy and insecurity took over. He didn't want to hear anything that might threaten his claim over you. He simply wanted to consume you, body and soul.

Your eyes widened as he kissed you, your lip parting in shock. Miguel taking his chance slipped his tongue inside you as his hand slid down your body.

Miguel's fingers trailed down your waist and hips, gripping you tightly as he pinned you against the wall. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth as he devoured you with a passion that was both frightening and exhilarating. You had no doubt that he considered you his property, his territory, his everything.

You tried to push him off as you began to run out of oxygen.

Growling Miguel let go of your lip to kiss down your neck, using his claw to rip off your clothing, leaving your breast bare in the air.

You tried to hide your breast as the cold air hit your body, raising goosebumps across your body.

“Mine…” Miguel grumbled again as he kissed your lip gently, feeling your shaking body under him,

Wrapping your leg around his waist and ignoring your pleas he rubbed your clit harshly drawing out several moans.

“M-miguel, stop… I can explain…”

“I'm not going to listen to your lies…” your back arched as you felt Miguel shoving 2 fingers inside you,

“F-fuck! This hurts, Miguel!”

Miguel kissed your neck lovingly, before biting down and started sucking your blood.

You moaned loudly as your body reacted to the pain and his touch.

Miguel sucked on your neck as his claw plunged into your body deeply. His thick finger thrusts into you harshly, stretching you open.

Every time you tried to explain your voice was knocked out of your mouth as he twisted his fingers inside you.

One by one he slipped his fingers inside you, your scream getting louder and more painful as he tried and succeeded in shoving his fist inside your cunt.

“M-miguel! S-stop, take it out! Haaaaa…t-too full!”

Miguel ignored your pain cry as he slammed his fist in and out of you, his tail wrapping and holding your legs in place as he fisted you.

“Tight… you’re so tight… your body takes my hand so well, Doctor…” Miguel panted out as he looked obsessively at his fist disappearing and reappearing inside your body,

Each time he thrust in his fist he can see a bulge showing in your belly.

He moaned as he felt your body clenched down on his fist as he brought you to climax over and over again.

After a while Miguel leaned down and kissed your stomach before pulling his fist out of you abruptly, you screamed as he did that your body arching upward as you cum again your thigh wet with your liquid and sweat.

Watching your trembling body on the wall, Miguel kissed you with a feral desire.

“Mine… you’re mine… I will never let you go…” he snarled into the kiss as he rubbed your stomach gently,

Groaning you grabbed his hair and pulled back, moving his head backward as he panted and stared at you, his eyes blazed with jealousy. His grip on your waist tightened as if he would never let go. He was determined to never let anyone else have you, ever.

"Mine," he growled, pressing a trail of kisses down your neck. "Don't ever forget it."

“Yes, yes, I’m yours! Now will you let me explain?!” You yelled out your body still trembling in pain,

Miguel pulled back, his eyes still jealous and angry but the lust he felt has slowly died down, "Then explain," he demanded, "Who was the other person?"

Now also angry you bit down on his neck before mumbling,

“That was my coworker, I was putting in a form to deem you as completely harmless…”

"Harmless?" Miguel repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "We both know I'm far from being harmless…"

Miguel leaned in close, his eyes flashing, "I'm yours Doctor, just like you’re mine. And I don't share what's mine with anyone else."

You huffed before letting go of his neck and leaning on him,

“Well we can lie, don't you want freedom? After it gets approved you wouldn't have to stay near me 24/7…”

Miguel considered your words, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. He knew he should be happy about the possibility of being free, but the thought of being apart from you was intolerable. He wanted to keep you close and always within his reach, to possess and protect you.

Miguel squeezed you tightly, burying his face in your hair. "No... I don't want freedom. I want you."

As much as he craved freedom, his love for you was far stronger. He couldn't bear the thought of you being with anyone else. You were his everything.

Miguel kissed you again, his passion and desperation evident in the way his hands traced your body. He refused to let you go, determined to keep you close no matter what it took.

You sighed before petting his head,

“You can still stay with me…” you grimaced your body still wrecked in pain,

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "You're mine and I won't let you go."

You nodded your head before saying,

“Of course, Miguel… please take me to my room, I don't think I can walk…”

Miguel scooped you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style. You were light as a feather compared to his massive size, and you felt like the most precious thing in the world to him.

Miguel walk toward your room, his heart beating fiercely with love and desire. "Rest, little Doctor, I'll take care of everything."

The second your body hit the bed, you immediately grabbed a pillow and threw it at Miguel.

“Now get out, I'm still incredibly pissed at you.” You said cheerfully, but your eyes were annoyed,

Miguel flinched as the pillow hit him, an almost comedic reaction given his size and strength.

"What did I do?" he asked, his tone bewildered and hurt. "Why are you angry at me?"

“You shoved your fist inside me, Miguel, and if I hadn't stopped you, you would have done worse. I think it's only fair if I'm a little angry at you.” You said glaring at him,

Miguel blushed, a sheepish look on his face. "I... I was a little possessive. I shouldn't have done that to you."

You sighed before covering yourself with the blanket and saying,

“It's fine, just give me a few days…”

Miguel nodded before walking out the door and looking at you pitifully,

“Also you lost your kisses and cuddle privileges for the next week…”

Miguel paused, feeling a stab of regret at your punishment. He hated to be separated from you, but he knew he deserved it.

"A whole week, huh?" he asked, "I know I deserve it. Just... can we still hold hands?"

You threw another pillow at him…

#no i don’t have problems #reader insert #reader smut #x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel smut #miguel x y/n

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some-teeth-in-a-trench-coat · 2 months

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Ok so as you may know, once your boop-o-meter passes 999 for either value, that value becomes displayed only as a three letter combination. Initially, it will say MAX, then LOL, OMG, and so on as the value keeps rising, but the exact number is not displayed. Well, luckily, you can still see it if you open it in your browser on desktop.

Short version for the people who know their way around this stuff: All you need is the response from "https://www.tumblr.com/api/v2/boop" sent every few seconds while the boop-o-meter is loaded and updating.

Long version for people who are intimidated by the word "console" or otherwise not at all helped by the short version:

I use Firefox, and I don't know and I will not bother checking how exactly to do it on other browsers, but I doubt it's very different.

First, obviously, have tumblr open in your browser, on a page where the boop-o-meter is visible.

Secondly, open the dev tools panel. There are many ways to do this, but the most universal/simple might be to right click somewhere on the page and selecting "inspect" to open the inspector tab of the dev tools.

If your dev tools panel is on the side of the screen, tumblr might reformat itself in a way that hides the boop-o-meter. If this happens, you can try resizing the window, simulating a wider screen with the dev tools, resizing or moving the panel to the bottom/top, or going to the first page of your dashboard, which should display the counter at the top regardless of the size.

Next, open the console tab of the dev tools panel. The order of the tabs may vary depending on your preferences and use history, but it should be visible and labeled "Console" at the top of the panel or inside this dropdown menu:

(ID in alt)

The contents of this tab may be overwhelming if you're not used to messing with tech, but I promise it won't bite and I'll walk you through it. You're not gonna accidentally hack the Dutch government or delete your computer.

In this list, look for something that looks like this (a new one should appear at the bottom of the list every few seconds, containing the most recent information):

(ID in alt)

Click on this line to expand it, revealing a bunch of nonsense you probably don't care about, and then click on the "Response" tab under the header you clicked. It should now look something like this:

(ID in alt)

Click on the one that starts with "response: Object" to expand it, revealing the exact numerical values for how many boops you've given (labeled "givenCount") and how many boops you've received (labeled "receivedCount").

And that's it! I'm probably not the first to figure this out but hey the day is ending and I haven't seen anyone talk about this or even ask if it's possible, so I figured I'd do my part.

#boop #april fool's day #images #described #sfw #personal #ok to reblog

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aira-writes · 1 year

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A Drunken Mess

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader ft. The Bakusquad

Genre: one-shot, imagines, fluff, crack, humor, college au

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, contains cursing, suggestive, sfw

a/n: This has been on my drafts for months! (i always say that a lot lol) Plus it took me a lotta times to edit and arrange the plot because it was so soooo chaotic. I was confused as well HAHAHAHA. I really enjoyed writing this one, and have always been imagined that the Bakusquad would interact this way.

I hope you'll enjoy it! Some characters may be OOC but meh HAHHAAH i like the way I wrote their dialogues. Here to more oneshots with the Bakusquad! This may contain errors and typos or confusing scenes. I'll edit this again when I have the time.

Your head’s spinning. Everything’s spinning.

Why is everything spinning?

“Um, Bakugou please don’t be mad—”

(hUH? Why would I be mad?)

You don't know who's on the phone talking to who because your vision is blurry. All you could see is a red blurb, a few faces you can’t recognise— together with the bright lights as your surroundings looked more like a swirl the more you blink. The more you tried to decipher who was on the phone, the more your head hurt— and the fact that your head is throbbing and dizzy didn't help at all.

“Bakubro, just please promise first that you’re gonna keep the explosions to a minimum.”

Explosions? Why would there be explosions?! Are we being attacked?

(What are you on to, red-hair? Just spit it out already.)

“It's my fault for giving her that shot.” — Kami

“I told you we shouldn't!” — Mina

“But y/n kept begging me for it and told me she'll just try one—”

“That’s not the point Kami. Bakugou said no drinks for her and her alcohol tolerance is extremely low!”

“Uhh, guys?—” — Sero

“Sorry, I didn’t even think one shot would already get her drunk—” — Kami

“And it definitely didn't help the fact that you left her alone after I asked you to keep an eye on her while I pee! Thank god I found her and brought her back to our table. Could you imagine if we lost the drunk y/n!?” — Mina

“Guys, we have a small prob—” —Sero

“I just went out to refill my drink—” —Kami

“And since when did 'refill my drink' meant shoving down your tongue in someone's throat Kami!” —Mina

“GUYS!” The black haired shouted to catch everyone's attention—in sync with the loud smack of his hand onto a table. “Good, now I finally have your attention. As much as I don't want to interrupt your little bickering, we got a problem.”

(What's going on in there?) — Bakugou

The red haired covered his phone as he turned to Sero. “Wdym ‘we got a problem’?” confused.

(Oi, shitty hair. The hell's going on?) The red head sensed the irritation on Bakugou’s voice from the other side of the line. And he knew that he can't leave the explosive blonde hanging. He needed to reply back to Katsuki to make sure the guy won't go crazy and blow things off.

Especially when Kirishima's about to drop a big news that they accidentally let y/n get drunk after giving her one shot.

So before Sero could reply back to Kiri, the red head already turned back to his phone to answer Bakugou. “It’s about y/n. We accidentally let her get drunk—”

“—and apparently, she's missing—again.” —Sero cutted Kiri off, loud enough for Katsuki to hear.

(WHAT? YOU LET HER DRINK AND GET DRUNK? AND WHADYAMEAN AGAIN?)

“wait wtf! We lost her again? Damn it.” —Mina

“What? She was just here a few seconds ago—” —Kami

“It’s your fault Kami! If you weren't so damn busy kissing some random chick, we wouldn't have lost her in the first place. If you didn't give her the shot, she wouldn't be drunk in the first place!” — Mina

A loud sigh came from the other side of the line and it seemed like Bakugou is trying extremely hard to calm himself. (Lemme get this straight. You let y/n get drunk. And now, you lost her for the second time?)

“Hey, I already know that it's my fault. But you don't have to put all the blame on me.” —Kami

“Because it IS you're fault!” —Mina

“We just let her drink a few shots—” —Kiri

There was a lot of sighs and curses on the other end of the line and was soon followed by sounds that indicated Bakugou was moving around or smthn.

“It is my half my fault and I admit that. But now I think you gotta admit you're acting kinda jealous. Mina, if you actually wanted to be in her position, you could've just told me y’know.”

“Ha! I'd rather die than let you kiss me, you ass!”

(I’m on my way shitty hair.)

“You wouldn't be saying that if you actually tasted me—”

“Thinking about it is already enough to make me sick.”

“Then stop acting like you’re jealous and let me have my fun.”

“I’m not jealous! Get your head out of the gutter!”

“Guys, settle down would you—” Sero

“You def are, babe.” —Kami

“Ha! In your dreams.”

(Find her now. And text me the address.)

“Okay, bakubro. We’re gonna look for her now.” and then the line was cut off.

“Ooo I’d be dreaming about you, alright.”

“You fucking sh—”

“GUYS WE NEED TO FIND Y/N RN YKNOW.” —Sero

“What’s the commotion all about?” Kiri pocketed his phone and turned to the scene.

Kaminari was drunk and chuckling but cringing in pain. Mina’s eyes screamed blood murder and she was rabidly tugging on Kaminari’s blonde locks. Sero on the other hand was trying to pry off Mina from Kami.

Kiri sighed. “You’re all aware that Bakubro’s on his way here right?” The three turned to him. “So if we want to stay alive I suggest to get along for now and find his missing girlfriend.”

Mina finally let go of Kami’s hair and glared at him but nonetheless listened.

“I tried calling her phone multiple times but it just keeps ringing.” There’s worry evident in Mina’s face.

You drank one shot but your tolerance to alcohol is below average. And you also weren't aware the the alcohol content of the drink was extremely high resulting to a drunk y/n. When Mina went to pee, she asked Kami to keep an eye for you for a sec.

Only for her to return to a busy Kaminari sucking someone’s face off and no sign of you. Good thing she found you and immediately bought you back to the table. Only to lose you for the second time, argh.

“She wouldn’t be able to ignore her calls. She set her ringtone to be as embarrassing as ever right?” — Sero

“Yeah, so she’d answer it immediately.” — Kiri

“Umm, I think I kinda convinced her to put it on vibrate for the time being.” Mina exasperated.

They started searching for you with the goal in mind that they needed to find you sooner rather than later especially if they wanted to keep Bakugou’s explosion to a minimum.

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

Your hair’s like a bird’s nest. You were giggly and was stumbling a bit but unharmed thank god. You didn’t know how you managed to get out of the bar without face planting on the floor. And you also don’t remember how you got here outside and why you’re sniffing this random flower—

Oh right you were puking.

The last thing you remember was hearing about explosions and then you decided you wanna slip out of the bar before the explosions start. You wanted to call 911 as well but couldn’t find your phone anywhere.

“There she is!” a familiar voice echoed.

“Would you stop taking pictures and help us Kaminari?”

“Oops, my bad.”

“Y/n! We’re so glad we found you.” you were enveloped into a hug by a pink blurb.

“You do know she’s covered in puke right?”

Mina ignored Kami but didn’t fail to send a death glare his way.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” the pink blurb tried to take you back to the car but you pried your body away from her.

You shook your head. “I ain’t *hic* going anywhere with you *hic* people.”

“We’re your friends y/n. We need to get you home—”

“How would I know *hic* that you guys *hic* are actually my friends *hic* and not *hic* some kidnappers, huh?” you backed away from Mina even more.

“We’ll call you to prove it.” Kiri took out his phone and dialed your number. “Check your phone.”

“—AHAHAAHAH THAT TICKLES.”

You all turned to Kaminari who was laughing maniacally. He took out something from his pocket—only to reveal it was your phone.

“I found y/n’s phone at the table.”

Mina smacked him at the back of the head.

“What was that for?” he whined and rubbed his sore spot.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier!”

“You guys were busy—and I kinda forgot.”

“KAMI!” they exasperated and yelled in unison.

“That’s mine!” you glared at Kami who looks nothing but a yellow blurb to you. You grabbed your phone from him. “You stole it *hic* didn’t you?”

Before Kaminari was able to reply back, your boyfriend's car arrived at the scene. He got out from his car and immediately ran towards where you guys are upon spotting you and his friends near the bushes.

He was only wearing sleeping clothes on. His black sleeveless skull t-shirt, a pair of slippers and his normally spiky hair—now messily plopped up on his head.

“Bakugou!” Mina shouted.

Everyone’s a bit relieved because worry was the only expression evident on Bakugou’s face and no anger.

“Should we tell him that his slippers are mismatched?” Kaminari whispered, eyes staring at the blonde’s feet.

“Nah.” Kirishima chuckled.

The worried blonde walked towards you. “Baby, let’s get you home—”

“Don’t *hic* touch me.” Slapping Bakugou’s hand away.

“Babe, you’re drunk—” the blonde tried to slowly reached for your arm but you backed away.

“Am not!” You almost stumbled. “Am not *hic* drunk.”

“You def are. I need to take you home.”

“No you’re not! As if I'll come with you, asshole.” you childishly stuck out your tongue at your boyfriend.

Kaminari stifled a snicker and Mina elbowed him.

“It’s me, dumbass, your boyfriend.” Bakugou held out an arm.

You stared at the outreached palm, then to his face, back to his arm and then to his face again. Then you scanned his whole body up and down—your face turning sour. “hAH! My boyfriend’s handsome.”

Bakugou looked down on the floor and chuckled, shaking his head a bit in amusement. “I don’t know if I should be flattered that you indirectly praised me for the first time or be insulted that you don’t recognize your own boyfriend, babe.”

“Leave me *hic* alone.” you whined.

“No, we gotta take you home, princess. You're drunk asf.”

“AM NOT COMING *hic* WITH YOU PEOPLE!” you shrieked and ran.

“Come back here, woman—” the explosive blonde ran after you.

“AaaAaaAaaH! NO!” and you kept running, your boyfriend chasing after you.

He never knew you could run this fast when drunk.

Mina, Sero, Kirishima and Kami just stared at the scene in front of them and with no signs of trying to help. Then Sero turned to the red head. “Should we—”

“Don't have to. Bakubro’s got it under control.” Kiri said with a grin on, eyes still staring at the chasing scene in front of them.

“If you say so.” Sero shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.

“I’m not playing y/n, just come here already and—”

“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!”

The fact that you're still not caught by your boyfriend up until now—even when you're running with a bit of stumble and bad gait—amazes him.

“Uh—you guys wanna go back to the bar?” Mina asked as he turned to the guys. They all agreed in unison, turning their back against you guys and was now walking back towards the bar.

“Do they serve french fries? I’m craving french fries.”

“Me too.”

“Babe, just stop running already. You might trip and face plant on the floor—”

and then you did.

“Oh for fucks'sake.” Bakugou exasperated, worry evident on his face as he walked towards your lying body.

“NO, NO *hic* DON'T COME ANY *hic* CLOSER—AHH! HEL—”

“No kicking, woman—just—will you just—no you don’t—calm down, babe—”

.....

....

...

Then it suddenly quiet down, the four curious as to why.

They all turned back to see that Bakugou has an unpaintable face on and there was an evident sign of redness on top of his forehead. Kaminari failed to hide his snicker.

“I think Bakugou just got kicked in the face.” Sero voiced out and the four laughed and giggled. Then continued to walk inside the bar to resume partying.

“Be careful on the way home lovebirds!” Kaminari shouted out as he raised a hand to wave goodbye, not even turning around.

“That does it.” he growled.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! A PERVERT’S KIDNAPPING MEE AAAAA!”

“Stop struggling woman or you'll fall off. Tch.”

But you kept struggling like a maniac, shrieking for help while currently plopped up on Bakugou’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“HELP! HEL—”

“I’m never gonna let you drink again without my supervision, shitty woman.”

•❃°•°❀°•°❃•

Likes, reblogs, and comments are deeply appreciated!

Plagiarism is a crime. Don't steal my work!

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deadbydangit · 10 months

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Killer! Reader with some of the surviors? But like, this time survivor overhears that reader took on a really strong killer that went after the survivor last trial and somehow won, and they're just now patching themselves up.

This with the same boys as the last one? (I was the one to request that lol) Leon, Jake, and Dwight? Feel free to add and remove! <33

I can do that, I'll have the survivors patching you up since Circle of Healing is dead and self-care takes too long 😔. Please enjoy.

With a reader who went up against a killer.

Leon, Jake, Dwight

Leon S Kennedy

So... You actually punched Nemesis?

First off, nice.

Second, how?

He's like, twice everyone's size!

And you punched him and knocked him out?

He's impressed.

Leon is falling head over heels for you right now.

He's used to protecting everyone.

And, while he doesn't mind it, it's nice to know you can defend yourself.

And help others!

Helping others is kind of his whole thing.

But be more careful next time.

You didn't walk away without any bruises.

It could just as well end in his favor next time.

He's going to put you through a full hand-to-hand combat school.

This includes the help of every survivor that has had any military training.

Chris, Jill, Carlos, Bill, etc.

He wants you to be ready to take on anyone regardless of size or ability.

Lots of praises and kisses.

Maybe a few sparing matches now and then.

No one is ever going to mess with you, ever.

Jake Park

Oh, you punched the Shape?

That's cool.

Wait? What?!

He didn't expect that to come out of your mouth.

Jake wasn't prepared for the answer to his question: "How did the trial go?" To be that you socked Micheal in the mouth!

He's staring at you with his mouth open.

Now, he isn't a big talker.

But there is so much he wants to ask and tell you.

How?

Are you okay?

Did you knock him out?

Why would you do that?

After a few minutes of disbelief, he'll start talking again.

He's trying to be calm, but this is a big deal.

Micheal Myers is a bloodthirsty psychopath, he's going to target you more now.

But he doesn't want to scare you.

He's feigning indifference as he patches up.

Inside?

He's panicking!

He's proud of you, don't get him wrong.

And he'll tell you that.

But what if you try that with another killer and it goes south?

Or Micheal is prepared next time?

He's going to be keeping you closer from here on out.

Dwight Fairfield

Dwight is always freaking out.

Always.

So when he hears you decked the Trapper?

Oh my God he is as pale as a ghost.

The Trapper?

How?

Why?

Are you okay?

He's trying to shake the information out of other survivors before seeing you.

You're hurt!

Unlike Jake, Dwight isn't good at containing his emotions.

Even if it isn't major, he'll still panic.

He'll sit you down and patch you up, all while trying not to cry.

He's not scolding you, but it certainly feels like a mother talking to a disobedient child.

It's not that he's angry, just worried.

What if this happens again and something worse happens?

"I won't know what to do without you. So please, don't do that again. I love you."

Take it easy on the poor guy and give him lots of love.

Promise you won't do that again.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd survivor #dbd dwight #dbd jake park #dbd leon s kennedy

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sunhatllama · 1 year

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Hello, for chreon request: Sick Fic but the sick is a bioweapon 👉👈🥺 who gets got and the consequences are up to u <3 -leonisdumbasallhell🔪

HI @leonisdumbasallhell !! omg you're one of my favorite blogs. I love this premise so I made it quite a bit bigger than I was originally going to, so this is part 1! (I promise the sick part of this sickfic will come eventually LOL)

Rating: M

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries

Tags: Married Chreon, Infection, Major Character Injury

Word Count: 1556

Part 1/? | Next ->

Please Don't Leave Me (Part 1)

A Resident Evil fic request

"—eon. Where...you? Respond."

The fuzzy masculine voice rang in his right ear. It was coming from his earpiece, he realized. Whoever they were sounded worried, but Leon was having a hard time forming coherent thoughts, much less forming words.

He was on the floor, stretched out on his side, and there was an ache in his chest that he was all too familiar with. He had some bruised—if not broken—ribs. Fuck. He groaned, forcing himself to open his eyes, and judging by the way his vision swam, he knew he probably had a concussion.

He looked around and was treated with a blurry sight of the ceiling, ropes and hooks hanging from dark beams. He could hear water lapping against a shoreline and the occasional thump of wooden boats hitting the dock.

"Leon! Please respond, baby," the voice called again, this time more clear, but also louder, and Leon tried not to wince at the volume.

"...what?" Leon replied, pushing himself into a sitting position, swallowing against the nausea building in his throat. The world was spinning and it took everything in him not to fall back to the floor. There was also a strange pulsing in the veins in his arms that he swore was familiar. Looking down, he noticed that there were dark lines streaming down his forearms in a web-like pattern. Infection. He was infected. Part of him knew he should have been worried, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Where are you? You were supposed to be at the rendezvous point 30 minutes ago," a woman spoke, and Leon strained his mind, finally remembering her name. It was Rebecca, how could he have forgotten?

He thought he should answer her question before they yelled again. "Hit my head. By the docks. Might be infected." Each word sent a piercing pain through his skull and he swallowed the rising bile. God, he hated getting hit in the head.

There was a slew of swear words that Leon couldn't distinguish, then a shaky forced breath. "I'm coming for you." That was Chris. Chris was coming. He must have been who was talking to him earlier.

"Keep him talking, he probably has a concussion," Rebecca said, voice wavering slightly. "I'll get the vaccine ready."

"Alright," Chris said, then switched his attention. "Leon?" His voice was soft and Leon let out a sigh of relief. His husband would make everything better. "What can you see from where you are? I need to be able to find you."

Leon tried to focus again, this time putting more effort into it. Chris asked him, so he would try his best. Squinting, his sight realigned and he searched his environment for anything Chris could recognize. The first thing he saw was a pretty big rock from out the window of the building.

"...a boulder."

"A boulder? Okay, good. Anything else, sweetie? Doesn't have to be big."

Leon groaned, letting himself fall back onto the wet floorboards, a musty mist erupting at the impact. He could see blood pooling out of the corner of his eye, the crimson puddle growing the longer he lay. His skin felt like it was on fire and he could feel sweat budding across his hairline and neck, probably mixing with the blood coating his skin. There was a lot of it. Shit. "Hooks," he exhaled, answering Chris's question.

"Okay I think I know where you are," he replied, a little breathless, the earpiece stuttering slightly. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"Hot. Tired." He wasn't feeling very good, his vision turning dark at the edges. He didn’t know if Chris replied, but he couldn’t discern any words over the roaring in his head.

A flurry of heavy footsteps came from his right side and he closed his eyes, the rumbling sending a wave of pain through his head. "Leon!" Chris yelled, this time voice clear and nearly booming, the words echoing against the waves.

Leon tried to turn towards the man, head rolling, but the movement made his vision whiten. "Chris," he whined.

The man kneeled at his side and Leon gasped for breath. It was getting harder to breathe and his chest felt heavy.

"Don't worry, I've got you." In an instant, Leon was lifted off the ground and into his arms and Leon yelped, falling limp, eyes closing. "Stay awake. Please, Leon. C'mon, stay with me."

Leon lost track of time, his mind swimming with every sway of Chris's body, but never entirely falling unconscious, as much as he wished to do so. The man's chest rumbled, the vibrations deep and comforting. The familiar scent of gunpowder, sweat, leather, and something uniquely Chris overwhelmed him and he relaxed even further. A sharp voice came at him and he whined, trying to open his eyes, lids fluttering. A stab to his neck sent him recoiling and he pressed further into his husband’s chest with a cry.

As if a veil had been lifted, some of his pain went away and he finally felt like he could breathe again, a numbness in his limbs he didn’t realize was there dissipating in an instant, a flush of fluid rushing to the tips of his fingers. He gasped, gulping in air now that it was easier.

"That was the vaccine, Leon. You awake?" That was Rebecca.

Leon groaned, opening his eyes more easily than before, seeing Rebecca and Chris in his field of view, blurry faces focusing. "...huh?"

"There you are." Chris's chest rumbled again. The man looked down at him with unmasked relief, holding Leon tightly. He smiled, but his eyes were glassy.

“Hi,” he said, trying to smile, but he didn’t think he succeeded, for Chris frowned the moment he tried.

The man turned to Rebecca, voice wavering for a moment. “Why are his veins still black?”

The words should have worried him, and a part of his brain was sending off alarm bells, but he ignored it. He strained to look at his arms, seeing they were still darker than normal.

“I’m not sure—he should be fine after the vaccine. Doesn’t he have T-Virus immunity and Plaga antibodies?” Leon was annoyed that they were talking about him like he wasn’t there.

“Yes, he does. Shouldn’t that be helping him?”

“I think it is. If this is a mutated form of the virus, the vaccine might not be as effective. I will have to test his blood to be sure. Let’s hurry back to the helicopter before he gets worse. I can check over his other injuries on the ride back.”

“C’n I’sleep?” Leon slurred, feeling a wave of exhaustion come over him. He wanted nothing more than to pass out for a week, waiting for the pain to stop.

Chris looked down at him, squeezing him tighter, an air of alarm radiating from his expression. “No, not yet, baby. Rebecca has to check out that concussion of yours first.”

Leon whined but forced his eyes open a little more, trying to stay awake for Chris. Their pace seemed to speed up and his body started rocking more frequently. His head was going fuzzy again. “Tired, Chr’s.”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, voice wavering with emotion. “Can you try your best for me? We’re almost there.”

The next time Leon was aware, they were maneuvering him into the helicopter and onto a stretcher. He panicked, losing contact with Chris, and tried to struggle against the hands on his body. Chris. Chris. Where was Chris? He felt a sob beginning to build before a hand grasped his in a tight grip.

“I’m here Lee, we just need to get you secured before we fly.”

All of Leon’s energy left in an instant, heaving out a shaky breath. Chris was there. Everything would be okay. He shut his eyes, brow furrowing at the spike of pain in his head.

Soft fingers pried open each of his eyelids and shined a light straight to his retinas. It shocked him, but all he could do was whine and try to turn his head in futile.

A voice from far away spoke. “Pupils… dilated.”

Chris squeezed his hand again. “You’re…great, baby.” Leon could barely hear the words, but they comforted him all the same, and he took a calming breath.

Someone was bandaging his head and arm, something he didn’t know was injured. He supposed that could have been where he was infected. The pressure on his wounds made his back arch as he tried to get away, crying out before gasping for breath. The pressure on his hand tightened and he forced himself to focus on the touch. Leon wanted nothing more than to pass out and not have to deal with this pain, but Chris asked him to try, and he always tried for his husband. Words were passed between the people around him, but he couldn’t catch them all, recognizing, “Infection,” “Concussion,” and “Sick”.

The helicopter blades started to spin and a roaring pierced his ears. He yelped, trying to lift his arms to cover the reverberating sound. Hands grabbed his head gently and surprisingly moved to cover Leon’s ears for him, and he melted at the touch, deflating as the deafening roar lessened.

Before he could thank whoever was helping, another stab in his neck sent him careening into blessed unconsciousness.

#resident evil #leon s kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil fanfic #chris redfield #chris x leon #leon x chris #chreon #writing #writing prompt #ask #fic request #🦙's writing

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lunariamv · 4 months

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its time, im in my charon era

ive made my first three rpg horror games :DDD

there's three because two of them are parodies and then there's one actual legit one

all three are in authentic charon game format: rpg maker 2000, similar art style, similar horror premise, short story

i did it for the aesthetic OKAY

⚠️ Before venturing into any of my works, please heed my disclaimer/rules;; I don't want obstructive people engaging with me or my works ⚠️

✿ warning: running these games is a gamble because rpg maker 2000 is old software that windows is trying to assassinate (i cant even run it on my computer sometimes, i have to use a virtual machine or the game editor lol) so i apologize if it doesn't work ✿

the readme has troubleshooting solutions, and easyrpg exists to combat this, but it's not perfect. for example, it changes the text a little bit, which ruins the aesthetic

if ur like me and u care about the aesthetic a lot, then use a virtual machine, otherwise if you have a laptop and not a hardcore gaming pc, the game will probably run fine.

(the one time that having low quality graphics is good xD)

windows 11 users beware, im sticking with 10-

when all else fails i have gameplays available on my youtube

🌸 HERE IS THE GAME MASTERLIST 🌸 PLAY THEM HERE

!! please care and heed my content warnings when playing these games, as they contain dark subject matter; i promise ill make less edgy stuff in the future its just rn i REALLY WANNA MAKE CHARON GAMES FOR FUN !!

the first two (Akeno Delusion and Carousel) are strictly parody games on the genre, and Doom Stones is the authentic 100% serious charon game

looking back akeno delusion sucks to me but thats cuz its my first one and i gotta start somewhere, the quality only goes up from there

eventually ill stop using rpg maker 2000 and make games with the other makers for more versatility but rn im in love with the retro aesthetic im so sorry

*my art isnt that good but im getting there ok!!

also just a heads up, im not 1 to 1 charon; the aesthetic, artstyle, and story elements are the same, but i dabble in male yanderes instead and i go different places with the story;

🌸 mostly male yans

🌸 protagonist is actually a character

🌸 story goes a little more in depth

🌸 more focus on the horror aspect than sexual

so basically im like a female charon right now heheheh

i plan to make more rpg games, but for sure i want to make at least three more games with similar story beats.

its because i want my own take on the concepts -- doom stones is my take on makoto mobius, but i also wanna make a "scavenger hunt a person's house" type game like makoto nikki and a yanderella equivalent (but the love triangle has more drama)

AND…. MIX ORE BUT YANDERE BUBBLE TEA??????? :DDDD

once im done ill move onto dsp era cuz i wanna make some actual rpgs; like with the cute assets and pixel art

🌸 please follow and support me if you like these and want me to make more; this is just a small portion in the large list of games i wanna make <3

💮 please feel free to contact me regarding game ratings if you sincerely think they're off, im a noob when it comes to posting stuff;; and im just going off code of conduct, if it has any hint of explicit content its going to be 18+, whereas implicit would be like 17+ idk

im not taking any chances lol

🌸 I'd prefer if people don't contact me about troubleshooting problems, but if they have to, carefully go through my instructions first. even then keep in mind i might not be able to help;;

💮 I'm posting these games on tumblr only because they're short. If I make longer games, I'll crosspost them to itch.io or something.

🌸 I'll also make a website in the future, but for now I'll post the games on here. Thank you for stopping by!!

#rpg maker 2000 #rpg maker horror #☏ lunaspeaking #gamestuff #lunaria #lunariamv

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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ok hold on so this doesn't really star moth childe in it at all because i was hyperfocused on one (1) really specific idea because i got inspired by a playlist but i wanted to throw it at you anyways and see where reader might meet fl childe (since yk, wow i haven't written that much for most of my essays for SCHOOL lol and now my brain is tired)

you had been best friends as kids. neighbours. your parents were close, so it wasn't as if you had a choice. you'd rather have died than been bored out of your mind, trying not to interact with him. but you quickly found out he was very nice and fun to talk to. in fact, the two of you frequently got scolded for wandering out of the house and getting into trouble. so understandably, when he disappeared one day, you were devastated. where had your friend gone? hadn't the two of you promised to be friends for life? you spent most of those days shut away in your room, beginning and crumpling up many letters that were never quite good enough for your taste. all you wanted was to write a letter that contained your feelings towards the matter, maybe even containing all the words left unsaid that had never left the tip of your tongue. and yet, nothing was good enough.

... maybe you weren't good enough. maybe you were the issue. was that why he had left you? was that why ajax had abandoned you? you'd always had ajax, so there wasn't any need to talk to anyone else. you didn't need another friend when you already had a best friend. you were all alone now. and for the fifth time that day, you broke down into tears. you were tired. tired of the gaping hole in your heart, the lead weight on your chest, and the endless grief. was it something you could have fixed? did you miss it? could you have seen it coming? maybe you could have stopped him.

when you heard of his return three days later, no one could stop you bolting of the house to see him, not even bothering to put shoes on. he was back! would he be happy to see you? did he miss you? where did he go? "ajax!" you yelled, your voice trembling with excitement. "welcome home, i missed you so much, where--"

your best friend was different now. he held himself higher, more confidently. it was clear he had matured much faster than you in only the span of three days. he shrugged your grip off of his arm before you could finish your sentence, and stared at you with a strange look in his eyes, one you had never seen before. and now that you had a good look, he was taller now, wasn't he? "i'm fine. archons, why is everyone so worried? i'm fine. leave me alone, now. i need some time to myself."

you stared at him as he walked away, back to his house, hurt in your eyes. "ajax!-- wait, where are you going? don't leave me here, please, don't leave me here alone again..."

his family could tell how betrayed you felt, his mother even grabbing him by the arm and reprimanding him. "ajax! they're your best friend for crying out loud! did i raise you to be this impudent and rude? did i raise you to have no respect for others' feelings? i know i raised you better than this. you will get back here right now and apologise to y/n, okay? no excuses."

ajax broke free of his mother's grip, glaring at her. "i can do what i want. don't try to stop me."

to everyone's dismay, after the three days of hurt and pain and suffering, you'd had enough. "it's okay. let him go. i... don't think i'll be coming around anymore. thank you for all you have done for me."

the defeat in your tone was enough to stave away the unspoken protests as you walked away. it was clear you had made up your mind. and you kept your word. even when you heard of all the fights he had been getting into, you tried your very best to ignore them and keep to yourself. you didn't care about the rumours that spread anymore. you just wanted everyone to stop talking to you about him. you didn't want to hear about what he was doing, or who he'd gotten into a fight five hours ago. all you wanted was a life without him. he had broken your heart and trust beyond repair, and you wouldn't be giving him another chance to hurt you. even when your parents told you how his father had sent ajax to be conscripted into the fatui, you merely shrugged, and headed back into your room. you told no one how much it hurt to ignore him, to pretend like he didn't matter to you anymore. but you had to. otherwise, how could you ever be truly free from his grip? even when the 5th harbinger of the fatui inducted ajax into the fatui, you ignored the news and continued on your way.

years later, you thought you were finally free from his grip. you had moved overseas to inazuma, where you thought that the isolated nature of the nation would keep you safe. preferring maximum isolation, you lived in a little handmade wooden hut in chinju forest. you had chopped down the cuihua trees yourself, and lived mostly off of the sweet flowers, lavender melons, crabs, berries, mint, seagrass, and sakura blooms. it was a lonely existence, but safe nonetheless. things were going well, even after the sakoku decree was lifted. that is, until the test of courage was announced. some days after the initial announcement, you found yoimiya (good, she was a sweetheart and deserved all the firework sales) and ajax (bad, he hurt you once and you wouldn't allow it again).

playing it nice, you first greeted yoimiya and told her you hoped she was doing well. then you turned to ajax, glaring at him. "what are you doing here?" you hissed, wanting nothing to do with him.

but ajax merely laughed. "haha, what's with the foul attitude, y/n? i was just talking with yoimiya about what inazuman souvenirs i'll bring back for my siblings. i happened to be passing through inazuma while taking care of some... work. i wanted to grab some presents for my younger siblings while i was here, but i couldn't decide on what to buy. teucer once told me that he wanted to hold an onikabuto, so i decided to catch one of those little bugs first. as i was looking for onikabuto in the forest, i saw a child playing all on his own, and he was headed straight for a camp of monsters. so i sotpped the child, dealt with the monsters, and then he led me back to yoimiya. after that... well, i was designated as the "anti-mujina specialist." it's a shame the kids' parents came and took everyone back home, saying that they'd had enough adventures outside," he sighed. "our hunt for the youkai came to an abrupt end. the ship i'll be leaving on will arrive in inazuma will arrive in just a few days. then it will be my turn to head back home."

you tried your hardest not to hide the way your heart leaped at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue again. after all these years, and he still had you wrapped around his finger. hurt or not, you knew he had the power to convince you to do just about anything, given enough time. "i... ...you remember me," you said quietly, swallowing down all the anger hidden inside you.

"why wouldn't i? you left so suddenly that day, i never got a chance to say goodbye to you when i left. that's gotta hurt, being left all alone like that, you know?"

his voice was teasing, but you weren't. "ahem, yoimiya, can... can we have some time alone please?"

the two of you found a place close by and resumed your talk. "i left you alone? ajax, where were you for those three days? you shrugged me off like i meant nothing to you. do you even know how upset i was? how hard it was to pretend like i didn't still care about you, like you didn't still mean something to me? i wasn't aware at the time, but i was in love with you ajax. as much as it hurts to admit it, i still am. even after all these years of escaping from you, you still have me wrapped around your finger, and i hate it."

you turned around to leave, but stopped to say one more thing. "i want nothing to do with you, ajax. leave me alone, please."

but your childhood best friend would have none of that. "wait, y/n."

"what do you want, ajax?" you spat his name out like it was the name of a demon, frustrated.

"you falling for me was inevitable. we were best friends, after all. as for what i want... you. i want you, y/n."

aaaahh everything you send me is a masterpiece, my dear... i've been hoarding this for a while but i think now is the right time to answer it (also this got kiiiinda personal so just bear with me akdjns)

"you want me?" you wrench your hands from his grasp, resolutely ignoring the way he reaches for you. "i don't even know you anymore, Ajax, let alone trust you- i don't trust anyone anymore, because of what you did. because i don't ever want to feel like that again- like my heart has been ripped from my chest and stomped on by someone i love." you're crying now, wrapping your arms around yourself for stability and staring at the ground, unable to see how Ajax's eyes soften at your distress

"starlight..."

you stubbornly look away, gnawing on your lip to keep the sobs from slipping out. "just go home... Ajax..." your voice trails off as you look up, eyes widening at the monster that's taken his place- towering over you and adorned with night-colored armor, a splash of red taking up his face and twin horns

he approaches and you instinctively back away, heart pounding, and the monster that is Ajax lets out a low whine, laced with sadness. he kneels to your height, even lower to show that he's not a threat, slowly extending his dagger-sharp claws to wipe away the tear streaks on your cheeks. but they're only replaced with more as you begin crying in earnest, standing still to allow this other form of Ajax to gently swipe away the droplets, crooning to you, meltingly soft. he dares not come closer, only clasping your hands delicately in his talons and bringing them to his mouth to plant a careful kiss on them, then leaning against your palms. through your tears you can hear a growling voice quietly whispering, murmuring words into your skin

i'm sorry. please don't cry. i love you

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #darling mutuals #haha my descision to answer this tooootally isn't based off of today's events!!!#nope not at allllll #aaaaa i'm sorry if you wanted angst but i needed something wholesome and tearful after today #or at least something that warms the heart a bit #thank you as always i LOOOOVE the brainrots you send so much <33 #short scenario #other's stuff #FAVE

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fobnsfwdoodles · 10 months

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hii could i. maybe perhaps. also get a personal one? i can sign off as green anon to keep things clear lol. either way, i’ll be green :)

-green

For sure! 🫶✨

I think there may be some new followers here so here's the layout we got going so far!

-Requests through the ask box are always allowed, they join The Hoard™️ and I draw them as I have time or if I'm particularly inspired by them (some have been there for a bit, I promise I'm not ignoring them! I prefer to answer asks with their associated doodles). These requests can also include Redacted submissions, just send me the text or link through the ask box so I can add them to The Hoard™️

-Personal requests that include self inserts are allowed, but anyone asking for them must be 18+ and confirm that with me. Reference pics can be DMd and they can be selfies, someone with a similar body type, drawings etc and the reference images will not be posted. These references can be regular pictures, no need to send in anything explicit of yourself. Personal Requests will be completed on the same timeline as The Hoard™️. I'll let Personal Request people decide if they want their final doodle to be public or if they'd like themselves cropped out.

-i post here completely free and for fun, but if you'd like to tip me that literally directly fuels this blog (I work as a full time artist and if I'm not making rent then I gotta rejoin the workforce). I do offer formal commissions and paintings on my insta. My thoughts for now is if you're sending money I'll do my best to prioritize your request, and of course if you commission me that comes first.

-the password to all links are "fob" all lowercase

Have fun, we're all here to horny post and have a good time and worship the band!

(I do reserve the right to deny any requests if I take issue with them, but so far that hasn't come up. I'll try to tag more sensitive or odd content with appropriate tags. Some that I've seen in The Hoard may include: Piss Play, Pet Play, Crossdressing, Tentacles, Mpreg, etc)

#ask #anon #not art #request #personal request #faq

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instantartific · 1 year

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For the lovesick event, could we get Nova with "Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?" Feels very him tbh lol

|ও DJ SUBATOMIC SUPERNOVA: "Shouldn't you be spending more time with me?"

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contains heavy themes of manipulation, themes that can be read as gaslighting, themes that can be read as coercion, heavy themes of forced isolation. |

Going for my heart with the first request being Nova. Anyways, I like the thought of a Nova that tries to guilt-trip you into only ever thinking about him and this would be part of the descent into that. Hope you enjoy! |

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It starts sweeter this time.

A better word may be gentle.

Soft phrases, words close to hushed pleas, fluttering across the room. They take so, so much care in delivering each vowel in dowries laced with silk. It's difficult to resist.

"While it grates me to no end to sound childish, it really doesn't seem fair for you to do this to me."

But you know him.

You know this changes, in late-night calls like this, where he only wanted a sliver more of your time.

As sleep tinges your senses with an off numbing hue, the words grow oh so colder. They grow oh so thin. They truly give his name such an apt meaning.

And he's only being patient.

"When I do try to make enough time for us to make plans, you want to cancel. Because of—what? What is it this time?"

You also know it wouldn't have mattered what you said.

Friends are irrelevant, you can simply reschedule for some other time that isn't already his. Which is understandable. It's wrong to promise someone your time when... you could've sworn you had no plans that day. He's chided you more than once for being oblivious to your own schedule.

Work is really quite trivial when someone with his degree of prestige offers to cover about any expense you wish, with minimal exceptions. He's mentioned in the past that housing falls right within his capabilities. It's truly a wonderful offer.

Family are clearly important to most, but don't they become too overbearing over time? You're not a child anymore. You don't need to be checked up on every interval they please. Besides, some get-togethers would really go better over the phone rather than going through all that trouble, wouldn't they? And at that, while it is a sad reality, certain relatives really only care about the status you have as their, well—relative. They don't even know you anymore, do they? You aren't the little one you used to be or the one they want you to be, and if they cannot accept that, then perhaps some distance is necessary.

So there really should be no excuse unless you don't want to spend time with him.

And you think that's the case, he cannot—he will not allow you to continue to socialize with whoever keeps poisoning your mind.

"I'll make this as easy as possible. You are going to arrive here in the next..." A slow, dragging sigh echoes through the reciever. He muttered bitter nothings too low to hear. But you can tell what they meant: you've made another mistake. "Two hours should be sufficient time for you to get your belongings together, should it not?"

Your final mistake.

"Don't act like you don't understand. You're smart enough to know that both in- and improper- action has as much consequence as action would. However, you're simultaneously distracted enough to continuously fail to manage your time and efforts properly. I'm giving you the opportunity to be distracted no longer. I'm sure you realize that, don't you?"

... As heavy as the lack of sleep weighs on your mind, perhaps this would be best. Less awkward reservations. Less irritating work hours. Less people who don't know you.

He's being generous. He's only worrying.

You know that, too.

So much so that it's difficult to refuse as his voice lulls into that near-heavenly tune, and he helps walk you through the most logical way to pack your things.

#... do i main tag this is the question.#why not.#nsr headcanons #dj subatomic supernova #djss #ও ~ ask game!#ও ~ writing event!#ও ~ writing

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blaisenova · 9 months

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uh oh, it's another fandom writer...

heyo!!

my name's blaise (he/him), i'm 21, and i am, regrettably, a writer. i am also, regrettably, going to make that everyone else's problem.

my current interests are: undertale and AUs, slay the princess, my original characters (L).

some fun little background: i've been writing seriously since i was in high school and have had my work published before! i was an english major in college to become a creative writer for a career before realising that i was absolutely going to kill my love for writing if i did that. so, i switched majors, dropped out, blah, blah, blah... now i'm an english major again. TAKE TWO BABYYYYYY. i still write frequently, and, if i can promise you nothing else, i can promise you good grammar LOL.

that said, i've decided to dedicate this blog to publishing my work and maybe taking some fun little requests for those of you that have excellent ideas but don't really want to write.

i tend to write anywhere between 1k to 10k words, though most of what i post here will probably be on the shorter side while the longer stuff will be linked on my ao3.

feel free to send requests!

before you do, though, please heed my boundaries listed below:

WILL WRITE:

angst, hurt/comfort (if your request contains triggering content that i'm not feeling at the moment, i reserve the right to deny!)

fluff

violence/gore

ship content (NOT proship. the ship must be legal and morally acceptable)

multiple characters

WON'T WRITE:

ANYTHING PROSHIP

18+ content (flirting and jokes are acceptable, within reason, but i will not be writing anything explicit)

problematic content (racism, homophobia, abuse, etc)

anything glorifying mental illness

x readers/self-inserts. i write exclusively in third person with characters that aren't directly tied to someone (unless you are my friend. hi ily friends), sorry

feel free to reach out if you just want to rant too. i need more friends into the shit i like </3

EXTRA

blog tags:

#blaise writes - my writing

#blaise draws - if i dare to post my art

#blaise rambles - when i have shit to say without writing it LOL

#blaise reblogs - my reblogs, i'll try to be sparse and keep on topic but please feel free to blacklist

my ao3:

#blaise writes #blaise rambles #creative writing #fanfic #drabbles #requests open #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #undertale #undertale au #slay the princess

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kidrest · 7 months

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Sweet @aigoos tagged me, so here we are.

If you are tagged, post a picture or write out the names of your fics/WIPS as they are in your computer/phone. (Explain the names if you think it's necessary)

I kinda cheated and showed you only my 'Obikin' folder. It hides in the 'SW related' folder in which there are 2 other WIPs (that will probably never see the daylight lol):

- 'SW what if something': Vader didn't die and Luke hid his father on some lost planet, but has to ask him for help after Leia and Ben are being kidnapped. I wanted a very angry Ani rampaging the entire galaxy like "What do you mean you've taken my daughter and grandson???? You are so gonna die". This with Luke who follows him like a happy golden retriever puppy and Han who wonders why Vader is scarier as their ally than as their enemy. All this under the very amused eyes of force-ghost Obi-wan who throws Ani in battles like Ash throws Pikachu. Oh and they all hug at the end bc my mental health needs Ani to hug his children.

- 'SW something I wanted to keep (Ani and Padmé divorce)': I like to give long names to my documents lol. This one is quite self-explanatory x)

To go back on the Obikin folder, you have an insight of how I'm working:

1) I try, as much as possible to have a 'storyboard' bc it's way too helpful. They mean nothing, I love it.

2) then, well, I write the fic lol. If it's a long one, I like to have another doc on which I only have the chapter I'm working on. This is because it allows me to focus on one thing at the time and because my laptop sometimes has issues opening +20 pages docs so I go easy on it x)

I'm not going to explain them all because this post is already too long, but...

- 'Obikin because I need therapy...' is actually the very first Obikin fic I started working on. It wasn't even that bad so maybe I'll finish it one day x)

- 'Dancing with the waves' is actually the WIP I'm really working on and, unless I post OS, will be the next fic you'll see on my AO3.

- 'This FUCKING picture' exists because there is a picture of Ewan MacGregor in a kilt that lives rent free in my head and when I saw it I thought "damn... Anakin is so going to rail him" (I'll post it once it's done, yes I promise)

- 'The will of the Force' has nothing to do here because it's not an Obikin fic even though these two idiots are concerned x)

The 'Dance with the waves (title?)' folder simply contains each chapter, one by doc.

The last folder contains:

- 'I'll thank my car', first OS with smut and I'm still very fond of it;

- 'I'll thank the empire 1.0', this one disappeared in a fire;

- 'I'll thank the empire 2.0', this one will disappear in a fire;

- aaaaaand... soon enough, there will be 'I'll thank my/your desk' because I have very strong feelings about Obi-wan fucking Anakin on a desk, don't ask.

That's pretty much it.

I have no idea of who to tag so if you want to do it feel free, you can blame me x)

#fanfic #star wars #obikin #i don't know how to write short posts apparently

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