#this is unedited

[mrzombielover]

real price hours tn

NSFW warning! f!reader, porn no plot

“yeah, just like that… goood girl…” price groans as you take him fully, taking a large puff from the lit cigar he dangles. you whimper at his words, making him chuckle as he exhales smoke in your face.

“oh, you like that, huh?” he laughs, free hand running down your waist and coming to grab a fistful of your ass. “dirty girl…” you squeak as he slaps your ass.

you mewl when you start to move, letting out a shaky breath as you bounce agonizingly slow on his cock, still adjusting to the stretch. you throw your head back, a soft moan slipping past your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, letting a hand run through his hair and grip at the roots. he chuckles again, rolling his hips into you, drinking in every whine and gasp and moan that you give him. he takes another puff of his cigar, hand trailing from your ass around to your hip to rub soft circles into your clit. you keen at that, head falling forward onto his shoulder.

"captain!" you whine.

"shh, shh, baby," price shushes you gently, softly connecting his lips to yours as he breaths smoke out his nose. he swallows your moans as you let them into his mouth, and you feel dizzy against him as you roll your hips, greedily chasing the electrifying pleasure. you quiver around him, reduced to a whimpering mess as you're stretched out around his fat cock. he's all you can focus on, everything else dissolving but his length inside you and the smell of his musk and cigar.

"so perfect for me," he mumbles against your flesh, placing kisses before softly biting your neck.

"captain..." you moan again, bouncing sloppier now, more desperately.

"please!" it's almost a sob. you don't exactly know what you're begging for, but the plead leaves your lips anyway like a last prayer. Price laughs dryly, letting his eyes slip shut and head fall back against the headboard.

"you're so pretty when you whine. poor baby, you cant do it alone?" he teases, rolling his hips against yours. you moan louder now, falling forward slightly as he starts to fuck up into you. your back is arching against him, barley processing his words.

"come on, sweet girl," he says softly in your ear, his thumb on your clit making you throb and squeeze on him, hands searching for something, anything to grip on to. "thaaat's it.. just needed my help, huh?" he says soothingly as you dig your nails into his back.

"oh, god!" you squeak, letting a strangled cry into his ear.

"fuck! I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, all strength leaving your body as Price thrusts up, repeatedly abusing your g-spot. His fingers dig into your hip, other hand clenching his cigar so hard it nearly crumbles in his grip, but not a single part of your brain cares about that now. The orgasm hits you in shaky waves, reducing you to a throbbing, soaking, shaking mess as it washes over you.

"yeah, good girl," He says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as his pace slows. He takes one last puff before haphazardly dropping his cigar into the ashtray on his bedside table, not even giving you a chance to catch your breath before he's fully lifting you up and flipping you onto your back.

"can you give me one more, baby?"

#fuckkkkk i’m sorry i haven’t written anything good in like months #life just been shitty I really got that fanfic writer curse #take this drabble #!my stuff #price x reader #cod #john price x reader #!not sfw #this is unedited #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #!drabbles #captain john price

[gaelmartinewrites]

the werewolf and you

nsfw, monster,

you didn’t realize you were lost until it was too late. the once familia tress turned into dark and twisted shadows. the moon turned its back on you and offered no guidance. 

all you wanted to do was go for a walk in the forest you were raised in. you knew these trees and they you but you were in too deep now. your thoughts clouded your eyes like the clouds about clouded the full moon. you knew not to be in the woods during a full moon. too many dangers in the woods already but even more so when the moon was full but you didn’t expect to get lost.

you took a turn here. took a turn there. left, right through the forest until you were no longer found. it was cold, the ground frozen and your dress too thin for the night ahead. you’d be an icicle when they find you in the morning, if they find you.

there was a clearing ahead of you. a fallen tree with its roots like reaching fingers offered you a place to sit. it wasn’t your nice, warm bed but it was someplace to rest for a moment. there was no point in walking any further. you were only getting loster. 

half sleeves covered your arms and no matter hoe much you rubbed your hands against them, you still couldn’t find warmth. you wanted to start a fire but everything was too wet and your fingers were too numb. you though about other ways to warm yourself. like the way you do on cold winter nights alone in your room. 

your breath quickened just at the thought. your dead fingers slowly came back to life. you put a finger into your mough to warm it- your tongue twisted and flicked and warmed your hand to life. your heart raced as your hand grazed yout breasts and stomach and as you lifted the hem of your dress. normally you’d tease yourself, take your time before you commited to yourself but you didn’t have the luxary this time. it was life or death, you reminded yourself. this was not for pleasure, it was to keep you warm. to keep you alive.

your fingers were inside you and your tongue pressed against your lips, holding back a moan. you gribbed bark as your fingers moved faster and faster. moans finally escaped your lips and formed clouds above your head. you were so enveloped with yourself you didn’t hear the twigs snapping around you. something testing your reaction but you kept yourself so blissfully unaware.

the warmth from your cunt exploded like a dying sun and wrapped its arms around you. your eyes were closed but you could still see stars and moons that danced around your weightless head. your breath escaped you like a wild storm and it took you awhile to find yourself in the darkness. yours bones came back to life and blood flowed through like a rushing river.

you opened your eyes hoping to find the moon but instead you were found by something else. in front you, blocking the ignorant moon, stood a dark, grey creature. a creatyre of myth. something from stories told you by your older sisters to scare you as a child. a werewolf, with teeth shinging against the light of the full moon, stood before you.

you had no time to react as the beast grabbed you and pulled you closer. one clawed hand wrapped around your wasit and the other reached for your breasts and tore open your dress to expose you to the elements. his touch scorched your skin and you could gather your thoughts, the werewolf was inside you. the moon, no longer hidden behind the clouds, blinded you. your hole stretched and pulsed against the beast’s cock. you wrapped your legs around his waist and steadied yourself on the fallen tree.

the werewolf’s grunts mixed with your moans and filled the air with erotic melodies. you moved your body to the rhythm. you felt your wetness slide down the roundness of your ass and feed the earth below.

the werewolf picked you up off the tree and fucked you in the air. his cock filled your cunt and warmed you to the core. your skin was on fire with passion and lust. the course fur of the werewolf wrapped around your fingers. you looked into the werewolf’s yellow eyes and he looked in yours. you could see the man behind the beast and the beast in control of the man.

the werewolf lifted his head and howled at the moon. he pumped you harder and faster and you howled, too. the werewolf’s cum exploded inside you, you could almost taste it in your mouth. you both continued to howl and after your song, you were spent and so was he.

the werewolf detached himself from you and place you on the ground. your knees buckled beneath you and you fell to your knees. you couldn’t speak, you couldn’t think. your mind was full of dirty and lustful thoughts of the werewolf. if you weren’t so tired you would’ve jumped on the beast again and demanded more but all you could do was close your eyes and fall to your side.

you fell asleep so quickly you didn’t feel the werewolf pick you up again and begin to run. it felt like only a whisper of a moment since you closed your eyes but when you opened them again you found yourself safe in your bed. it could’ve been a dream if it weren’t for you sill ripped dress. your nipples hard at the memories of what happened in the woods.

the sun was slowly rising in the sky nad your family would wake soon. you slipped off your dress and admired your cum stained legs. you wanted to stay that way all day, a naughty secret to keep while you did your chores. your family, assuming your innocent, unaware of the whore you truely are.

you took a wet cloth and cleaned yourself before butting on a new dress. you climbed back into bed, it would still be another two hours before anyone else stirred in the house. the warmth of your bed didn’t come slose to the warmth of the werewolf’s touch. you felt cold, as cold as you were when you were lost in the forest.

your thoughts began to cloud again but then you heard a howl. you smiled and listened to the hopeful song of your midnight lover, a final lullaby as you finally drifted off to sleep.

#this is unedited #and pretty much a first draft #werewolf #monster fucking #monster x human #monster x reader #monster smut #open to thoughts and comments #constructive critism too

[orphyd]

YOU'RE JOKING??????????

#THIS IS UNEDITED #WHO HID THIS FROM ME FOR SO LONG #oh this is a game CHANGEr #extras #ts4

[ohbo-ohno]

POLY 141 ??? dude ive been thinkin abt them long nd hard at lemme tell u… i have thoughts.

like they’re established. they’re all dating each other and after a mission they’re at a bar and that’s when they see u.

not sure how itd work but they most def kidnap reader and shes (v much so) in distress and keeps trying to break out but they wnt let her leave :(

i imagine soapgaz to always follow reader around like puppies and when she does smth they dnt like they arnt harsh w their punishments like ghostprice. they most def always give reader puppy dog eyes that sometimes make her cave.

ghostprice are the ones set to disciple you not only bc of their designation in the military but bc they dnt mind if u see them as thr bad guy at first.

poly141 make me insane and feral.

-🌙

well gee golly gosh if reader is overwhelmed with just simon and ghost she'd go CRAZY with all four

i NEED soap x gaz x reader. they would be ?!?!?!?!? i want frat boys fucking the new freshman looking to lose her virginity. seven minutes in heaven with gaz and soap sneaks in to have fun too. soap ties you up and blindfolds you and gaz sneaks in to take his turn with you. just two homies obsessed with blowing your mind

n e ways poly!141 kidnapping you below the cut:

gaz is less feral than soap but no less needy. they're constantly competing for your affection. soap lays his head on your stomach, gaz lays his head on your chest. soap gives you a footrub, gaz gives you a backrub. soap hand feeds you, gaz lifts your drink to your lips. always arguing about what you look cutest in. gaz prefers you in his clothes but soap prefers you naked. gaz puts his hat on you and soap gets unbelievably offended. the only thing they can agree on when it comes to you is how hard you need to be fucked

i am a firm believer in price being the only person in the world ghost is submissive to. not completely submissive, mind you, but he deters to him. price smoking a cigar in his recliner while ghost fucks you over the arm of the couch, telling him when to speed up and slow down, long puffs of smoke before he tells simon to make you come. soap and gaz on their knees at his feet like good dogs.

also price loooooves plopping his hat on your head. it's too big for you, drops down to cover your eyes and leaves you blind. fucks you in it and you keep scrambling to shove it up so you can try and see what's going on :(

price wouldn't use his belt on you. would just tug you over his lap and smacks your ass with his hand until you're nearly screaming

(price puts his cigars out on simon's tongue when he needs to be reminded of his place, when he gets a little too pushy with you or him)

#this is unedited #asks and answers #poly!141 #🌙 anon

[junosmindpalace]

His head aches directing his eyes toward the doorway, but Senku does anyway to get a glimpse at your figure.

Your fierce expression tells him you refuse to get any closer, as if punishment for the suffering he subjected himself on the dock of the Perseus just a few hours ago. Senku had caught a glimpse of you at the far back of the crowd when the crew had rushed him in from further ambush.

He remembers pain, a lot of it, Luna tending to him, and various members coming both to check on his condition and to receive instruction and advice. He’s found himself with a rare moment of true quiet and space for himself. Until you appeared, that was;

Angrier than he ever expected to see, yet he immediately knows why. The realization makes a frown settle over his own features, and he doesn’t dare break away from your tense gaze.

You strode towards him suddenly, hand slowly coming up in the air as if to punch him, tell him off with a disapproving finger, do something to express your fear and anger toward him for his stunt. All he did was stare with his mouth firmly planted in a deep frown, not wavering in his expression for a second even when you stopped suddenly by his side, keeping your hand in the air and staring at him with a fury hardly being kept in check. His stare almost challenged you to try and retort against the sacrifice he made, and oh how it made you wanna—

But then you sighed. Stepped back. Lowered your arm back to your side. Your brows creased upward in distress, and, oh, no, was your bottom lip quivering?

“You’re an asshole.”

“Well, isn’t that a pleasant way to greet a friend?”

“You shut up with that, I thought you—“

You halted your words, turning your back toward him as horrified eyes stared forward in an attempt to steel yourself. A hand ran down your face, stopping at your mouth. What a horrifying sight that was. Not even a sign of warning.

“C’mon,” he wheezed out with a slight upward curl of his lip. “I thought you knew me better than that.”

Yet the silence his remark was met with brought his lips back to a frown, a more melancholic expression. He called out your name and was met with nothing.

“I braced myself: what more could I have done?”

And you know he’s right. He’s being realistic. You have no right lashing out so aggressively toward him. If anything, you should be praising his bravery, his sharp thinking, his ability to still uphold witty banter with you in the state he’s in. But you can’t. Not when your racing heart hasn’t settled it’s violent thrumming against your ribcage, bruising it and your mental sanity, since the shot rang out. Not since you saw the blood spill out of him. Not since you saw the intense look of pain on his face.

So for now, you hate him for it. For all of it. Even though it wasn’t his fault. He anticipated it at least, so you hate him for it.

He calls for you again.

And finally, you look over your shoulder, eyes glassy and expression fierce. The sight makes Senku want to shiver.

“I did…what needed to be done…” he starts gently. “It’s up to you guys now. And I’ll help where I can.”

Ever the efficient one, that Senku. How it could infuriate you like nothing else. You would think him made of steel at times with the way seemingly nothing fazed him. But with the way you saw his blood pour out from him so quickly, the anguish on his face, it reminded you that he was more human than anyone you’ve ever met. So passionate, so full of life. Nearly childlike in the way he winced as every uncomfortable stir and breath he in and exhaled.

The tension in your face dropped. Senku’s own expression perked up, but mostly stayed firm as you approached him tiredly, pulling up the chair by his bed and taking a seat, hands hesitating as they reached for his.

He stared down at the space in between them, and then back at you just in time for you to raise your own exhausted gaze toward him. Don’t you dare push me away, they pleaded with him.

A little knock of his knuckles against yours gave you the permission you were looking for, and your carefully took his limp hand in both of yours, holding them gently. He chuckled a little as he stared upward, while your gaze remained steady on the bed, and offered a small squeeze in return, which in turn relaxed the tension in your shoulders.

Things were okay between you two. Things would be okay. The sentiment didn’t need to be voiced aloud.

#i jusy resllt wanted to post something but had nothing to offer… #so i wrote this real quick #because i’ve been somewhat into a dcst headspace #this is unedited #dr stone x reader #dr stone angst #dr stone fluff #dcst x reader #dcst fluff #dcst angst #senku ishigami x reader #senku ishigami angst #senku ishigami fluff #ishigami senku x reader #ishigami senku fluff #ishigami senku angst #dr stone oneshot #senku ishigami oneshot

[prettyboykatsuki]

i have been cry laughing at this for 20 minutes so

#this is unedited #aristotle.txt

[fahbev]

Unstoppable Force meets Immovable Object

(That title kinda sucks and is subject to change) If you saw my last post, you can skip ahead. It’ll be pretty obvious where the new stuff starts.

If you aren’t familiar with the “humans are space orcs” genre, I highly recommend searching up #humans are space orcs. I wanted to focus on the implications of being a “space orc”, and the kind of complex it would give someone long term. I also wanted to explore how it would affect different characters differently; so here I present two case studies;

A hippo and a moose walk into a bar. Metaphorically.

The human Sofia sits at the bar. The seats within six feet of her are all empty. She guzzles her fifth citrus drink - apparently most species are affected by it similarly to alcohol, and some weaker species would be dead by the fifth drink. Sofia remains unaffected. She could drink 30 and be unaffected. All her drinks combined are about half as potent as an orange slice. It doesn’t even taste good. She slams her empty goblet on the table, all for show. The conversations nearby hush even further, and the fearful whispers start up again. Good. She should be feared.

The door opens. In comes a gust of wind, and a hulking figure. No one in the bar is talking now.

Sofia slowly turns to face the door. She sizes up the newcomer. They’re big, not twice Sofia’s height, but a few feet shy. Not that it matters, when she’s wrestled creatures the size of bears before. The armor plating though, it sported a recognizable pattern. The forelimbs too, that were an odd combination of insectoid legs and tentacles, were a dead giveaway. This was a rragletatch. One of the most feared species in the multiverse, from one of the deadliest worlds known to the galactic community. They’re as rare as humans too. She smirks. Finally, a worthy opponent.

Some chatter starts up again as the rragletatch begins to walk up to the bar, pretending to ignore Sofia. It was still eerily quite, considering this was a bar, and people were drunk. A few gasps and screams echo when Sofia abruptly stands up, knocking over her stool. Her smirk widens into a grin. She stalks confidently up to the rragletatch stranger, and stands close enough that they can’t ignore her. Several people began filing out of the building, while others chose to stay. “So.” The alien greets her.

“You’re one of those infamous rragletatchen I hear of, no? The ones who are supposedly suuuuper scary?”

“Yes, I am rragletatchen. You’re human, right?”

“Damn right.”

“well then.”

A long pause. Practically the whole bar was listening in anticipation.

“Fight me.” Sofia’s expression didn’t waver. On Earth, she never could have looked so intimidating while staring so far up at someone.

“No.” what? “Oh? You scared? I thought you were supposed to be tough or something.” The stranger didn’t look scared, but they must be. Why else would they not want to fight?

“I’m not scared.”

“Then square up bitch. See who’s stronger. Finally put it to the test.”

“No.”

The whispers now were not of fear, but of confusion.

“I will not engage in needless violence,” the rragletatch continued, “contrary to the stereotype of my kind, I will not harm others if at all avoidable. Attack me if you will, I refuse to fight you.” The rragletatch stood still in a wide, but open stance, as if preparing to be hit. Sofia felt a flash of guilt. Something about attacking an opponent who refused to fight back felt wrong.

“You don’t want to see? Find out who the real champion is?” Sofia pushed aside her feelings and stared up. Unafraid, taunting as ever.

“No. My parents, grand parents and great grandparents before me have embraced a sacred philosophy of pacifism. It saddens me that my kind is known only for cuttthroat violence, only because of our home and biology. I refuse to hurt you. Do you truly wish to hurt me?”

Sofia was a bit shocked to say the least. When she realized her jaw was open and her head cocked, she quickly schooled her expression. That question though... she thought she did. But usually she just liked to brawl. Scare people. Assert dominance. When faced with an unwilling opponent who would not be scared of her... she realized she did not wish to cause harm. She never liked hurting people, that was never the fun of it.

“No.” Sofia sighed. She slouched from her offensive stance and backed over to her seat. “Come, sit with me.” It was phrased like a command, but really it was an offer. Everyone knew Sofia would have a hard time forcing this stranger to do anything. The rragletatch followed reluctantly. Sofia picked up her stool and plopped herself haphazardly on it. The stranger sat more eloquently on one of the many seats next to her.

“I’m Sofia.”

“Yal-sre.”

People moved their seats even farther from the Death-Worlders, or as some call them, orcs. Suddenly, Yal-sre relaxed their whole body.

“Wow.” Yal-sre almost whispered

“What?” Yal-sre made a sound that, in aliens with exoskeletons, tended to equate to a soft laugh.

“To be completely honest, I thought you were going to kill me.”

Sofia barked a laugh.

“hey! I’ve never met a human before! I didn’t want to judge based on reputation due to my own, but you came on pretty aggressively!”

“Yeah, I’m the apex predator ‘round these parts, and I plan to keep it that way. Still though, I ain’t gonna fight you if you don’t wanna.”

“That’s a relief.”

Neither knew what to say next, and suddenly the nearby silence was so loud. Fortunately, a few conversations began to pick back up now that they were talking peacefully.

“What’s your planet like?” Sofia asked.

“My planet, Challrk, is beautiful. It has vast plains of purple vshink, glowing with bioluminescent insects. Sure, they bite. Sure, I’ve been stung, bitten, chased and harassed by many a critter, but Challrk is a truly incredible place. It has high mountains that stretch beyond the atmosphere, and colors some planets can’t imagine. Our sky is orange and pink, if you can believe that. What’s Earth like?”

“Earth. It’s a rough and tumble place, you can’t survive there without being Hardy. I’ve been chased by swarms of wasps and stung repeatedly more than once. I stepped on a bee and couldn’t walk properly for days. I’ve been stung by jellyfish, and went back into the bay knowing they were there with no protection. Unafraid. Earth is rough, our fauna is often hostile and transmits thousands of deadly ailments, much of our flora is poison. Our weather conditions alone could wipe out an entire species instantly. Earth is extreme.”

“i’m sure that’s true, but that’s what you’ve been told. By people who have never been there. People who are scared because they couldn’t survive there. But what is it actually like? What do you remember?”

“I- I remember the heavy storms. I remember punching a goose and having to go to the hospital. I remember- I remember the blue skies. Fluffy white clouds, flocks of songbirds. I remember walking barefoot because I loved the green grass under my feet, not because I was trying to face danger. I remember a loving family, playing with friends. Warmth and love. I remember going in the bay because I loved the feeling of swimming and playing in the water, not because I wanted to be tougher than the jellyfish. Earth is- Earth is a BEAUTIFUL place and it makes me ANGRY” Sofia slammed both her fists on the table, “that all it’s known for is being dangerous.” A few satisfying screams and gasps rang off in response. Sofia looked over at Yal-sre. When they didn’t say anything, “I can’t read your face or body language. Can you give me a description?” This was actually a normal question to ask, in places where species were mixed.

“Uh, understanding, I’ve been there. Pleased that we’re getting somewhere. Uhhhhh, still kinda scared of you though. Sorry,” Yal-sre answered. Sofia gaped for a second, before she gave another rough laugh, knowing she probably sounded unhinged to the alien. “Ah!” Yal-sre yelped, “What- what are yours?” Sofia laughed harder. “laugher can mean many things, in most cases it means ‘amused’. Right now, I am laughing at you, meaning I’m being rude because I find your fear amusing. If there was any non-human who wouldn’t be scared of me, I thought it would be the damn rragletatch. You guys are supposed to be tough shit, but you’re pathetic.”

Yal-sre paused. “Well, yeah. Some of us are tougher than others.”

“Hm, yeah I guess it’s kinda the same with humans. That makes sense. Obviously if you put a fearless human who’s tougher shit than most together with the most timid rragletatch, of course you’d be scared.”

“I’m not the most timid! I’m normal! I’ll bet most humans would be scared of me too, after hearing how “dangerous” we are for so long.”

“Maybe. Humans are tough, but I’ll admit they’re not all like me.” Yal-sre did an odd motion with their... shoulder?

“Translation? I don’t speak shoulder,” Sofia attempted to mimic the motion.

“Understanding, but now amused. Anyway, does it bother you?”

“Does what?” “The fact that everyone is afraid of you? ... even me?”

“I like being feared.”

“Do you?” Sofia took a long sip of her drink - which probably made it look like she was drowning her sorrows - to avoid answering the question. When she was done, she placed the goblet face down on the bar to signal to the bartender that she was ready for a refill. The metal was dented... she had put it down too forcefully.

“Oops.” Though it had been an accident, her voice held no remorse.

NEW STUFF STARTS HERE!

“And yes. I do like being feared.”

“If you say so. I can’t speak to human psychology. Say, did you drink that entire thing?”

“Yup. I had four others too.” “Really? You don’t seem drunk at all.”

“It’s just citrus. Doesn’t affect me. Back home we give much more concentrated juice to our young children, it tastes way better too.”

“Oh, I get it. On Challrk we give concentrated fentanyl to our kids.” Sofia gave Yal-sre a look, even knowing it might not translate across body languages. Yal-sre seemed to get it though; “Yeah, yeah, I know. But it doesn’t affect us! It’s the same as your citrus drinks, fentanyl occurs naturally in the blood of prey animals, and their blood is very nutritious and tasty to young rragletatchen.”

“yeah, that makes enough sense.” Sofia drummed her fingers on the table, “Isn’t it weird? All aliens have biology differences, nothing seems crazy anymore because everyone is so crazy to each other. But when it’s us, suddenly it’s just more proof of how hardened and tough we are. Being immune to citrus or fentanyl doesn’t make us any scarier. Not really.”

“It’s because our planets are no-fly zones. And- I guess there’s a bunch of reasons. Just because we can be dangerous doesn’t mean we’re aggressive though.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“Okay- actually, in a minute I will, but first- I can tell that you want to seem tough. I’m sure you’re plenty tough to back it up, but I just want to assure you that you don’t have to pretend. People will think you’re tough and scary no matter what you do. For better or worse.”  “Body language: unimpressed.”

“Okay I’ll- I’ll stop now. ‘Speak for myself’, as you said.”

“You’d better.”

A small, shy noise from behind the counter. Both “space orcs” turned to look. The bartender’s ears were flattened.

“Excuse me, Mx. is that another refill?” The bartender cautiously reached out to flip Sofia’s goblet back over.

 “... get me a kids’ drink this time, surprise me. This shit tastes like garbage anyway.”

The bartender looked surprised. Sophia was surprised herself, that she was able to read them.

“Right away Mx. And for you... oh- I-” the bartender took two steps back upon recognizing Yal-sre.  “Right, I forgot why I was here. It definitely wasn’t for a drink.” Yal-sre stood up, seeming much more intimidating than when Sophia had approached them.

“Oh.” The bartender backed away farther, making themself smaller as well, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Actually, Aolli, I think there is. If you come with me out back, there are some answers I’d like to order.”

The bartender - scratch that - Aolli gulped, and dipped their head. Sophia was again impressed by the very Earthly body language. “Coming right up, Sir.”

Pt 2: https://www.tumblr.com/bahfev/715216491195269120/unstoppable-force-meets-immovable-object-pt2?source=share

#humans are space orcs #OC: Sophia #OC: Yal-Sre #alien bar #the poor bartender #OC: Aolli #UFMIO #Unstoppable Force Meets Immovable Object #this is unedited #Okay its slightly edited #humans are terrifying #I don’t envy Aolli #Imagine trying to serve alcohol to a hippo who’s sitting next to a moose #and the moose wants to take you to a secluded location #to get “answers” #Sophia: now THIS i’ve gotta see #poor Aolli is gonna be followed by the hippo too #and the hippo’s a lot meaner

[theclockistickingwrite]

Orym of the Air Ashari honors his name and lets the wind nick at his heels, gusts guide his exhales, a breeze caress and cool the blade of his sword. Seedling sings through the air when he moves. The blood on its edge is bright and terrible. Orym’s throat is raw from want of screaming.

(Orym takes out the party)

#cr spoilers #bells hells #cr fic #orym of the air ashari #this is unedited #full of feelings #just deeply sad #oof

[just-another-siimp]

Warning: Unwanted advances, alcohol, gaz being cute?

Alcohol or 'liquid courage' as you had once called it, right before downing a shot of Tequila ignoring how Soap laughed as you briefly stumbled over to where Gaz sat with the Captain. They both looked at you, equally amused neither as buzzed as you were. That night he'd walked you home, jacket wrapped around bare shoulders and fingers intertwined as he attempted to stop you from straying too far off the cobbled path.

Both of you stood at the entrance to your apartment, talking softly about how the next few days of leave would be spent. It was hard not to admire his handsome features, how his lips looked oh so kissable under the starchy white lights of your apartment complex. Drunkenly you'd confessed your feelings for him, heart hammering hard in your chest as he smiled at you.

"If you weren't drunk right now I'd believe you." The statement sobered you up, suddenly aware of just how close his lips were to yours.

"It's the truth." You confessed, voice barely audible as he closed the distance lips brushing gently against your own as if he was waiting for you to pull away. When you didn't he surged forward, kissing you with a passion that left your knees week. He consumed you then and there, swallowing you whole in his embrace and you'd let him. A million times over you'd let him.

-

Months later you stood at the same bar, patiently waiting for Gaz to arrive. Far too sober to cope with the asshole who had been chatting you up all night. He smelt solely of lynx Africa as though he bathed in it before going out, it was overwhelming to say the least.

Leaning against the bar a bored expression was hidden by your rather amused grin, except you weren't smiling at him you were being entertained by the faces Soap was making at you. He and Ghost had been watching the interaction from afar, either of them could easily come and scare the bloke away but they didn't.

They knew you could handle yourself, except their intervention wasn't needed. Not yet anyway. Instead they found entertainment, placing bets on who would intervene first. You or Gaz who had just walked through the door.

"So babygirl.. how about you and I ditch this place? Maybe find a hotel.. have some fun." He slurred, attempting to wink at you.. well you thought it was an attempted wink. Gripping the bar you leaned back, smile dropping from your features as you shot him a dead panned look.

"I've already told you. I'm taken." There was an edge to your voice, annoyance quick to surface as he leaned closer to you.

"Stop playing hard to get baby, bow let me show you a good time." It had been a long day, patients had worn thin and threatened to snap. Especially as his hand brushed against your thigh causing you to recoil, your hand was moving on instinct grasping your mostly untouched glass of whiskey.

Your next action was unclear, would you pour it over him or smash the glass over his head. It was a real shame that no one would know.

The anger that clouded your vision had dissipated, the scent of cologne you'd bought Gaz as a present filling your senses. Arm reaching around you, gentle hand grasping your wrist keeping the glass from moving any further. Kyle's body pressed against yours, warmth intoxicating as he pressed his lips to your cheek bone in a tender show of affection.

"Sorry, Dove didn't mean to keep you waiting." There was a tone of possessive within the pet name, it made your cheeks warm. Across from you Chad.. no Brad? had gone deathly still, shrinking under Kyle's harsh gaze. "This guy bothering you?"

"I was just lea-"

"I'm not talking to you." Gaz looked down at you, waiting for you to answer. Before you could open your mouth the spot next to you was empty, previous bother now gone. Kyle's hand released your wrist, trailing along your back and shoulders before grasping your opposite hand. A tender action.

"Thanks for saving me." The glass now raised to your lips, warmth of the alcohol washing away the tension that had held you at gunpoint just moments before.

"Didn't mean to take so long, Price and I were talking about Las Almas." He explained, thumb rubbing circles into the back of your hand. "There are some new training issues we'll have to work on."

"We?" You asked softly, squeezing his hand in return.

"Yeah, but that's tomorrows issue. I just want to get drinks with my beautiful dove and beat the captain in darts." You laugh, patting his hand as you stand. "What are you laughing at? I'm going to win this time I swear."

"That's what you said the last three times."

-

The two of you slipped through the crowds, towards the group of men you called family.

All was well.

#kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #simon ghost riley #captain john price #john mactavish #call of duty x reader #modern warfare x reader #call of duty mw2 #modern warefare ii #this is unedited #we don't check things #so many mistakes #just a lil drabble tho #this is purely self indulgent #i love gaz #simp writes

[passivenovember]

He’s drowning on dry land, barefoot on his bedroom floor. 

Panic crowds his lungs like saltwater, knowing flaps half-mast overhead, the lazy, bored eye of some ancient, smug, terrible God. 

A breath too late, Steve’s choked down to the very root of himself. His insides seize and squeeze into each other, organs shuddering to a stop and puckering as if tasting something sour for the first time.

Billy takes a deep breath and says, “I think,” like it’s all he’s been able to do for months. He hasn’t slept. Ate. Billy scrubs at his nose and tries again. “I think. There’s something wrong with me,” he says. 

Steve, in an instant, boils down to his baser instincts. He’s a caveman discovering fire.

Words might as well be alphabet soup spilled and doughy across the floor. Billy’s articulation falls flat as canned letters Steve imagines crouching to reach on the carpet, fake tomato paste under his fingernails as he works to arrange consonants and vowels into something that makes sense.

All he knows is the animal. 

The strawberry flush on Billy’s cheeks, his eyes downcast so the shadow of his lashes reaches like spider legs yearning to catch whatever else aims to fall from his lips.

The smell of him. 

Steve could wrap himself in it. Thick, woodsy. The coppery tinge of sweat beneath it all--

Fear.

Billy’s afraid and Steve’s brain latches onto the fact. Turns it over in his hands, fingertips tracing the sanded edge of something that used to be sharp enough to draw blood. They’ve done this enough times that everything is smooth, now. Formless. Even panic.

Steve swallows. Tries to ask what he means. 

What’s wrong. 

Wrong, like tugging on a pair of pants that used to fit. Wrong, like an incorrect namesake. Wrong, like Steve sitting near someone else, anyone who’s not Billy--

“I just,” Billy says, and Steve wishes he wouldn’t keep pausing like that. It’s wrong, too.

Like pain.

Like shadow monsters and flowers with teeth. Like the two of them, standing on opposite sides of a door, each speaking panicked over the other. 

“I just feel--”

“I could call Owens,” Steve says. It falls from his mouth like old pudding. Splats on the ground between them. 

Billy’s eyes are big. Blue and round, like the globe covered in an endless sea. Like polished marbles. He blinks, says, “I don’t--”

“--I don’t want to lose you--”

“--that’s not what I meant--”

“--why did you say it like that, then?” Steve leans forward, burning. In the pinpoint of his stomach, smoldering, with confusion. Hurt. “Why would you lead with that if you didn’t mean--”

“All that stuff is over,” Billy says. 

Doesn’t sound like he believes it. 

Still, he inflates himself to Steve’s height and holds his ground. Licks his lips. “I’m sorry I scared you.” Billy’s eyes search Steve’s face, losing some of their frantic edge. Billy blinks, his breath warm and sweet in the air between them. “What’d you mean when you said that?”

“Said what?”

“Y’know,” Billy says bluntly, “You said you can’t. Lose me, what did you mean when you said--”

“I meant that,” Steve snaps, feeling his words roll like loose marbles over the carpet. “I meant it. I always mean it.”

Billy and Steve. They’re smooth, these days. Nameless and shapeless as God, but just as strong. And true.

Steve expects that to be enough. 

Wants it to be enough, but then--

“You don’t even know why I’m scared,” Billy snips, and it lights a fire in Steve’s belly.

“You didn’t say you were scared,” Steve tells him, “Said you felt wrong.”

“Something is wrong.”

“Well,” Steve says dryly, “I can’t read your mind. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Billy stares at him for a minute and then frowns. “I thought you could read my mind.”

“I can’t.”

“I can read yours,” Billy tells him.

Steve stretches his legs, neck cracking loudly. “Okay, then you know what I meant when I said I can’t lose you.”

Billy sits up taller than the Empire State Building, like a-ha! Like, “You didn’t say that before. You said you don’t want to lose me, not that you can’t--”

Steve wants to grab fistfuls of his own hair and pluck it out, “You’re the one who said your thing first. We were sitting here and then you said that thing and you said it out of nowhere, all ominous. Like you were standing in shadow, and I was outside, playing in the sprinklers, or something--”

“You didn’t let me finish, Harrington.”

“I feel like you’re trying to spin me in circles,” Steve says, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, “You want me to admit something.”

“I’m just pointing out the flaw in your language--”

“Okay, this. This valedictorian bullshit? It’s not gonna work.”

Billy breaks out into a warm, golden smile, and Steve thinks he’s awful. Irritatingly awful douchebag fucker, and just. The best thing that ever happened.

Billy clears his throat, says, “I think something’s wrong with me because I’ve never wanted to stick my name on someone before, you know?”

Steve nods, not knowing. 

Billy looks at him. Through him and at him again when Billy’s sock foot nudges him playfully. “We were sitting here, though.”

“What does that mean?”

“Who the fuck cares what it means,” Billy says lightly, “I was sitting here with you, just now, and you sniffed and I could hear all the snot in your face, like, rattle up into your brain and I thought I wanna tack my name on him. Like, write my initials on a fruit sticker and put it on your nose.”

Steve starts drowning again. He’s pushed off dry land, flailing toward a rushing river, drowning or preparing to drown.

“And that’s,” He says, mouth dry enough to suck up the ocean, ‘That’s bad?”

“Not bad,” Billy determines. “Wrong.”

And maybe Steve was lying, before, about not being able to read Billy’s mind. Because he gets it, what it means, and doesn’t have to have it spelled out for him. 

It’s only wrong if Billy’s standing out there alone. 

If the waves are crashing around him. 

If Steve’s not wrapped in a life vest, dragging another on a rope behind him as he swims easily through the surf to get to Billy and take him to dry land. 

“When I said I don’t want to lose you. Before, when I said don’t, I really meant can’t.”

Billy blinks at him, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve admits, and it’s easy. Easier still to take Billy’s hand and say, “I stuck my name on you forever ago, I just. Always thought you were mine.”

They’ve never talked about it, so Billy says, “I get that,” Fingers squeezing Steve tight, “That’s how I feel, too.”

#harringrove #this is unedited #leave me alone!

[approximateknowledge]

lesbians

that is all

#ak goes insane #sao #sao ordinal scale #kirisuna #they gay #transfem kirito #this is unedited

[xawkward-ariesx]

Sometimes Merlin wondered if he'd done something to piss off the triple goddess because he could think of no other reason that on top of being a powerful wizard in Camelot - where such a thing was punishable by death - and the personal manservant to the Prince of said kingdom, he'd also drawn the short straw when it came to soulmates.

Not everyone had a soulmate but your chances were increased if you had magic. And even if you did have a soulmate, that didn't mean you'd have the gift of being able to hear each other's thoughts. It was supposed to make it easier for soulmates to find each other but Merlin didn't consider it a gift when he'd been taught to shelter his thoughts since he was a child, such a skill that was even more essential now he was in Camelot and constantly performing illegal magic. He had to censor himself a lot.

He wasn't always successful.

"Stupid Prince, maybe I should just let him die. See how he likes it."

"Excuse you! You can't say that." His soulmate's voice rang through his head, garbled as always like he was hearing it from underwater.

"What's it to you?" Merlin shot back. He wasn't about to be reprimanded for his thoughts by a stranger. They were the one intruding after all.

"It's regicide!" His soulmate squawked outraged.

Merlin rolled his eyes at the mental shriek returning to his task of collecting herbs from the forest for Gaius.

"Its not regicide, I'm not going to kill the Prince. He's just stupid and reckless. He always ignores the signs and one day I'm not going to be there to save his royal backside and it will be karma for his idiocy when he dies."

The voice spluttered, "Save him!? You can't talk about a member of the royal family like that. Who are you?"

"None of your business." He answered sharply shutting the flap on his satchel now that he had everything that he needed.

"I'm your soulmate!"

"So?" He was picking his way through the forest to head back to the castle barely paying the conversation any mind. "Doesn't mean your entitled to know my life."

It was actually safer for Merlin that his soulmate not know anything about him. He couldn't risk exposing himself or endangering his soulmate by proxy because his mere existence was technically illegal.

So with that he consciously shut off his end of the mental connection. He'd still be able to hear his soulmate but they'd get nothing from him.

"Oi! You can't do that, I'm still talking to you." The words were muffled even further now that Merlin's end was cut off. It was rather satisfying, like shutting a door in someone's face when you no longer wished to continue the conversation.

"You can't ignore me like this!"

Merlin began to hum to himself as he crossed through the lower town to drown the other voice out. Eventually they settled into petulant silence and Merlin was able to drop off the herbs to Gaius before returning to his duties for the Prince. It was just in time for lunch so he went to retrieve his food before making his way to Arthur's chambers.

Arthur was scowling from his desk when he let himself in. Arms crossed over his chest as he glared at nothing, Merlin would almost say he was pouting, but he kept that thought to himself.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked not caring about decorum.

"My soulmate is ignoring me." Arthur grumbled, shooting him a sharp glare. As though it was Merlin's fault that his soulmate didn't want to put up with his prattish ways when, Merlin didn't even know who it was so he could hardly be to blame.

"That must be awful," Arthur seemed to untense minutely at Merlin's words before he continued. "I can't imagine having you for a soulmate. I wonder which unfortunate princess was stuck with such a fate."

"Oi! You can't talk to me like that, Merlin. I'm the Prince."

Merlin snorted at the familiar retort as he set the table for the Prince in question's lunch.

"And we don't know that they're a princess." He grumbled so softly it was almost as though he was talking to himself.

"Why not?" Merlin frowned.

Arthur let his head fall back against the top of his chair with a sigh as if Merlin was intentionally asking a ridiculous question, which he didn't think he had.

"The chances of having a soulmate are slim, the chances of them also having the mind link are even fewer. There are just over twenty kingdoms in Albion, and less than that that have any princesses to speak of. It's just unlikely that my soulmate is a princess."

"You don't know that that though. Have they told you they're not a princess?" Merlin pointed out, trying to helpful if only because Arthur was less likely to throw something at him if he was in a better mood. And definitely not because he looked like a kicked puppy, nope, not at all.

But if anything this just seemed to intensify the Prince's glower.

"No they won't tell me anything about them. Apparently its none of my business." He rolled his eyes.

"Even more likely that they're royalty or at least nobility and are hiding it from you then."

"Shut up Merlin."

Merlin huffed, "I was just trying to get you to stop sulking you prat."

"Princes don't sulk Merlin and I don't want to talk about it."

"Whatever you say sire, lunch is ready."

#Ace writes #merlin #merlin drabble #TAoM drabble #Arthur Pendragon #Merlin Emrys #Arthur Pendragon drabble #Merlin Emrys drabble #Merthur #merthur drabble #Merlin x Arthur #soulmates #soulmate drabble #procrastination drabbles #this is unedited #i just like the idea of a soulmate bond where you can hear each other's thoughts but the angst of that

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Work on the touch starved prompts is going fantastically, thanks for asking

#shigadabi #my writing #tanco speaks #yes i see the typo #this is unedited

[miaclemeverett]

can we talk about how the focal point of wilbur's drace reveal video are his big ass hands like ???? this is not a human proportion

#THIS IS UNEDITED #????? HE IS AN ANOMALY

[rainbow-nerdss]

OK I'm inspired by the post right before your 'prompt me' ask -- so Steddie, coffee shop AU, even better if you can work in that 'start your day with coffee/end your day with cock' nonsense, maybe some coffee shop/bar fusion?

Oh I love this okay!

Here is the post, if anyone isn't familiar.

Steve's had to say a lot of dumb shit for his various jobs over the years.

Set sail on an ocean of flavour

We bring the movie theater right to your living room

And so, so many more.

He doesn't know why he always finds himself in jobs with a script, he thought he'd managed to escape it with this one, but alas.

Start your day with coffee, end it with cocktails.

It's not the worst line he's ever had to say, but it's a mouthful all the same. Plus, it's not the most self-explanatory. He's lost count of the amount of times he's seen a customer's face morph into confusion, leading to him having to explain what it means.

"the owner couldn't decide between opening a bar and a coffee shop, so he did both. Coffee in the morning, bar in the evening. Start your day with coffee, end it with... Yeah, exactly. What can I get you?"

Same thing day in, day out. Robin, as always, refused to say it and managed to get away with it, while Steve got corrected every time he said it wrong.

It was a Tuesday morning, Steve was on the opening shift so by the time the rush ended shortly after 9am, he'd already been working almost five hours and he was just about ready to collapse.

He leaned against the wall, dropping his head back and closing his eyes, for some hint of a rest. The chime of the door opening again was the only thing that stopped him from dozing off. He jumped back to attention and looked over at the guy who came in.

Long, curly hair, leather and denim and patches with band names Steve was only vaguely aware of. Eddie had been coming in fairly regularly for the past few weeks and Steve always found himself staring, even when the place was full of other customers. Something about him was magnetic, drawing Steve in.

Steve tried to put on a charming smile, but his brain had apparently stopped working because he stumbled over the words he'd said hundreds of times before. "Hi! Welcome to (shop name), start your day with cock-- wait, no."

Eddie got a glint in his eye as Steve backtracked, and they wound up speaking at the same time.

"That just a suggestion or is it an offer?

"I mean, start with coffee, end with cock--" Steve cut himself off as he processed Eddie's question. He blinked, wondering if that meant what he thought it did.

"Are we starting or ending with cock?" Eddie was clearly trying not to laugh, and Steve felt his face go warm at Eddie's teasing tone. He hated this, he always made a fool of himself around Eddie. "I mean, I'm good with either. Both, even."

"I-- what can I get you?" Steve asked, trying to regain at least a hint of dignity.

"Let's start with a coffee, see where the day takes us," Eddie winked. This was flirting, right? This wasn't just teasing, Eddie was flirting with him.

Steve could flirt.

"You got it. Same as usual, black with obscene amounts of sugar?" Steve flashed the smile that he usually saved for those days where he needed a little more money in tips, and was rewarded with a delightfully surprised look crossing Eddie's face.

"You know my order?"

Steve smiled again, more genuine this time, and shrugged. He had to turn his back to make the drink, but he felt Eddie's eyes on him.

When he turned back, he set Eddie's drink on the counter and waited until he was paid up and turning for the door before calling after him.

"I get off at three, by the way. If you wanted to, you know--" he trailed off deliberately, waiting to see Eddie's reaction.

He stumbled a little, but caught himself, turning back to Steve.

"End the day with cock?" Eddie asked.

Steve snorted. "Let's start with a drink, see where the day takes us?" Steve echoed Eddie's words from before and delighted at how Eddie looked down almost bashfully at the coffee in his hands.

"Yeah, okay. I work till five, but um. Yeah, that sounds good."

Steve holds out a hand, gesturing until Eddie comes back over. Steve takes the coffee cup back, writes his number and a short message on the side and handed it back.

Start your day with coffee, end your day with cock - Steve

Eddie read it, laughed, and nodded to himself. "I'll call you."

Steve watched him go with a sense of excitement in his gut. He didn't know for sure if they'd wind up ending the night exactly as promised, but god, he hoped they would.

(send me prompts/headcanons to write about!)

#this is unedited #ficlets and headcanons #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic #Steddie AU #coffee shop au

[beebisbeeble]

My cat is fucking glowing

#THIS IS UNEDITED