#I didn't proofread this

[kokushiboublackgf]

Home at Last

Warnings & Notes: Smut, MDNI, AFAB reader, wrote this while high off an edible lol.

Michikatsu sighs tiredly as he steps into the estate with his dirty uniform paying no mind to the servants that bow as he walks past them or ask if he wants to be treated to a bath. He makes his way to his wife’s room and sees you reading. You look up at him with a small look of surprise at this face because you hadn’t expected him to come home earlier than expected and his dirty and bloody uniform would be something you would never get used to.

As he starts taking off his uniform and revealing his perfect muscled body your breath hitches. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve seen him naked, you’ll never get used to his sculpted body. He turns to look at you as he starts untying his hakama pants.

“Strip” he says lowly. Your eyes widen a bit and you blink before you smirk. Michikatusu likes to do four things when he comes home from a mission, and those are fucking you, bathing, eating and then sleeping. You suspect that the stress of being a former samurai and current hashira, as well as the time spent away from you during these missions causes his lust to go through the roof.

You start taking your kimono off and crawl over to the futon, shaking your hips side to side, excited for what’s to come next. He wastes no time pushing you further into the futon so that your upper body rests on the sheets, while he holds your lower half of the body up by your waist. He presses his nose into your pussy and breathes in your scent. You gasp and giggle.

Dragging his nose up and down your pussy he spreads your ass cheeks apart to gain more access. When he starts licking and sucking you feel yourself squirming and moaning. The more you moan the more pressure he starts to apply to that area.

“Please let me have more” you whisper breathily. You’re rewarded with a slap on your ass cheek which makes you squeak.

“Be patient” he grumbles as he rubs his fingers across your slit and toys with your clit. He then starts fingering you softly which makes you moan and move your hips further onto his fingers, to feel more of it. When he moves his finger away you whine.

“Stop your whining you’ll get what you want dear” he says with a smirk on his face while he strokes himself with some of your juices and his pre-cum. Pressing himself closer to your back, he leans to your ear and bites your earlobe softly.

“Are you ready? You have no idea how much I’ve missed you my dear wife” he mumbles into your ear. You hum and move your head to the side to press a needy kiss to his lips. When he moves away he rubs the head of his cock against your slit and little by little presses it into your hole before easing in with a deep groan. You grip the sheet and curse.

Michikatsu starts moving his hips back and forth while gripping your hips. The feeling of him deep in you makes your eyes lidded and has you letting out whines and soft moans. Despite how full you feel, you still feel like you need more. As Michikatsu moves his hips back and forth, you move your hips back to match his speed and movement. Soon enough the room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping and moans coming from the both of you.

You can feel yourself reaching a climax and the feeling of your body reaching its orgasmic heights, and Michikatsu’s cock still moving within you has you letting out a blissful cry while gripping the sheets. Michikatsu grips your hips tighter and curses when he feels you tighten around him and orgasm and soon enough he’s spilling into you.

He sighs and breathes deeply in and out before he slowly pulls out of you. Sitting on his knees he helps you turn over on his back softly and massages your legs. He spreads them apart and licks your cunt softly, not minding the combination of both of your fluids being on his tongue. You softly push his head away with a small laugh.

“Hey now that’s enough” you chuckle tiredly. He lays on top of you softly and kisses your lips passionately before giving you a soft kiss.

“I’ve missed you a lot” he mumbles into your hair. You hum and wrap your arms around him, savoring the feeling of your naked and sweaty bodies pressed against each other. It’s true that his status as a hashira means that he’s away a lot and for long periods too. So any time he returns home is time meant to be spent with one another.

“Missed you too” you reply while running your hands through his long black hair. “Why don’t we relax a bit and then do another round? You have it in you right?”

He chuckles before pulling away and placing his arms next to your head, smirking at you.

“Of course I do.”

#kny #demon slayer x reader #michikatsu x reader #black fanfic writer #demon slayer fanfic writer #kny x reader smut #kny smut #michikatsu tsugikuni #kny michikatsu #kokushibo x reader #why do i always write smut when i'm high #i didn't proofread this

[meetmymouth]

Just read leave the door open and now I’m wondering if Theaeora y/n has seen Harry do his business

Harry never thought things would come to this.

He's heard his mum and dad talk about him barging through the bathroom door without knocking. Anne said he loved making Des angry, and he only stopped doing it when he was five.

Theadora is four.

Whenever Harry–or Y/N for that matter–is in the toilet, or in the shower, they never lock the door.This means, Theadora can come in quite easily if she wanted to, which, she usually does– for some reason. So, when Y/N and Thea make banana bread in the kitchen after their tea, Harry does the stupidest thing he can ever do nowadays and lets them know he'll have a quick shower before joining them.

They both freeze at the words I'm gonna have a shower, I'll be back, and Harry tries to act cool, pressing a kiss on Y/N's cheek, then on Thea's forehead.

"Love you, be right back..."

Five minutes in, he's washing his face with his cleanser, still inside the shower, when he hears Thea getting cranky, he can tell by the yelling and groaning coming from the kitchen. He laughs, sorta feeling relaxed as opposed to his recent showers in the past few months because of her new hobby of coming inside the bathroom, and turns the shower off. He dries off quickly, and like a normal human being, he sits on the toilet, thinking he still has a few minutes since he can still hear her complaining.

He's just about to reach for the toilet paper when the door opens, and Thea barges through the door with Y/N in tow.

The small child has a reckless grin on her cherubic face, but Harry doesn't care– he feels frustrated.

"Theadora!" Y/N raises her voice, clearly as upset and fed-up by the reoccurring situation, and Harry sighs, sitting back with his hands on his lap, covering himself.

"Teddy," he starts, making eye contact with Y/N for a moment before his gaze falls back on Thea. "You need to knock, sweetheart, we've talked about this before, right?"

She bites her bottom lip, but she's not looking at him, she's looking at the rubber ducks sitting by the shower.

Y/N sighs. "Theadora, can you look at me?"

"Mhm," the ducks are forgotten. She turns to her mother.

"Actually," Harry mumbles, itching his thigh. "You guys can wait for me in the living room to have this conversation... again," he nods at Y/N. She's holding herself back, he knows. He knows a laugh is threatening to come out. "I'm in the middle of something here."

"Yes," Y/N nods, hands going to Thea's shoulders. "Come."

But, she doesn't move. Instead, she turns back to Harry, and Harry knows what's coming.

He just knows his daughter. He knows her so well, because he's been in her shoes before.

"Is daddy having a poo?"

Y/N bites her lip.

Harry rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Thea, I was. Go with mummy, I'll be with you guys in a minute, sì?"

"Sì... sì, daddy. I maked a banana bread with mummy, do you want to eat with us?"

"Thea..."

#i didn't proofread this #just something cute #i still need to write that one blurb where they're caught by the paps and then finish the social media one #theadora #harry styles #harry styles x reader #ex husband!harry #harry styles imagine #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry writing #harry styles writing #harry fanfic #harry's house #love on tour #dad!harry #meetmymouth

[spectersgirl]

Harvey Specter forgets your anniversary 🙉

I considered taking this in a slightly angsty route but decided I felt like keeping it light so you get this hehe

also I have no idea what to title this so the title is now...

Anniversary

Harvey Specter x Reader

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The sun hung low over the New York skyline as Harvey paced the floor in his office, the weight of the day's workload pressing down on him. The day, however, was an important one that he couldn't afford to forget. It was the two-year anniversary of the day he started dating you, the love of his life, and he'd forgotten. In the whirlwind of cases and negotiations, the date had completely slipped his mind. He glanced at the clock, a sinking feeling knotting in his stomach as he realized his mistake.

"Fuck." He muttered, debating what he could possibly pull off at such a late hour.

He considered every possibility on his own before admitting his own defeat and calling in his last resort, his best secret weapon.

"Donna? Can you come in here for a minute?"

Donna appeared quickly in his doorway.

"What's up?" She asked, noting the look of stress on his features.

Harvey sighed, his frustration with himself evident. "Today is my anniversary with Y/N and I completely spaced. I need to do something special, and I need it to be perfect."

Donna smirked softly, having already had the inkling that he'd forgotten. She loved being right.

"Well then it's a good thing that I already made reservations at the restaurant you took her to on your first date and called Ray to have you picked up in about-" She checked the time. "Forty-five minutes to go sweep your girl off her feet. Don't worry, I already called her and told her you weren't out of your meeting in time to call yourself but you wanted to warn her to be ready when you arrived. Oh, and the necklace you told me to order her for Christmas arrived a week ago, so you can give her that too. Top desk drawer."

Relief flooded Harvey's system, never having been so thankful for his secretary in his life.

"Oh my god, you're a lifesaver. I don't know how to thank you"

"Just leave the credit card on my desk in the morning and I'll thank myself on your behalf." Donna said with a bright smile.

"Done. I owe you the whole damn store for pulling this off. Seriously, thank you."

"Of course, Harvey. Anything I can do to see my friends happy, I'm glad to do it."

An hour later, Harvey was knocking on the door to your apartment, a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you'd ever seen in his hands.

You were dressed in a floor-length, emerald-colored silk gown that Harvey couldn't take his eyes off of when you'd first tried it on, and again now as he stood in front of you in the doorway.

"You look so beautiful, Y/N. Happy anniversary, my love." Harvey said after a brief moment of collecting himself from the sight of you.

You smiled shyly and thanked him, the heat rushing to your cheeks. You were never the greatest at accepting a compliment, something you had learned to work on since meeting Harvey.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind himself before placing a gentle hand on your hip and one on the side of your cheek, kissing you with a passion and care that you'd never experienced with any other man until Harvey.

He pulled away after a few moments, asking if you were ready to head out, and you nodded, grabbing your clutch and taking his hand as he led you out the door.

Soft music filled the air as he led you to a beautifully set table, adorned with more flowers and candlelight. Your eyes widened in surprise, a smile on your lips as Harvey pulled out your chair, his charm and charisma in full force.

The dinner was phenomenal, and you enjoyed your time talking and laughing with Harvey about any and everything. You hadn't seen much of him over the last few weeks, as he had a huge trial going on and from what you understood, it was one of the harder cases he'd ever had. You could tell he was enjoying the night off just as much as you enjoyed him being off.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" You exclaimed, pulling a small black box from your handbag with a bow on top and handing it to Harvey. Inside was a pair of cufflinks, his initials engraved in the gold. He smiled the biggest smile you'd seen from him as he thanked you. He pulled a box of his own from his jacket pocket, presenting it to you. Tears sprang from your eyes immediately when you saw the necklace, knowing full well how much Cartier cost.

"Harvey, I can't accept this! This was way too much."

"Y/N, every penny I spend on you is well worth it. You deserve to have every beautiful thing you can dream of because you're the most important person in my life."

Your heart swelled, and you couldn't help but reach across the table to kiss him.

"Thank you." You whispered, gratitude for him shining in your eyes.

Later that night, he took you back to his condo where you continued the night together, ending up sleepily snuggled by the fireplace, a glass of whiskey in Harvey's hand and red wine in yours.

"Remind me to text Donna tomorrow morning and thank her." You said drowsily.

"For what?" Harvey asked, looking down at you.

"For planning our dinner."

Harvey's mouth sat open, shocked.

"Wh- how did you know?"

"I didn't for sure until just now," You said "But I got to thinking, any other time you've planned something you tease me for a week beforehand about how good of a boyfriend you are, you didn't this time and I know you've been working hard so really, it only made sense."

Harvey's heart dropped, knowing he was caught.

"Baby, I'm so sorry." He said, anxiety rising in his throat.

"I'm not upset, don't worry." You said, sitting up now. "I'm just happy you took the time to be with me tonight." You said, reaching out to caress his cheek.

"I'm really trying to work on prioritizing us over work, but this case really took over everything. I promise I won't forget next year and let Donna do all my planning. I'm sorry if I disappointed you."

"You didn't disappoint me Harvey. We could've spent the whole night here doing nothing and I still would've been happy, I just love spending time with you."

Harvey smirked before replying.

"I'll keep that in mind for next year"

#harvey specter #harvey specter suits #harvey specter x reader #suits fics #harveyspecter #request #i didn't proofread this #hope it doesnt suck lmao

[burntheskyandtime]

Jimmy might be The Canary but Grian is The Catalyst.

catalyst: a person or thing that precipitates an event.

(precipitates: cause (an event or situation, typically one that is undesirable) to happen suddenly, unexpectedly, or prematurely.)

This is something that I noticed while looking at Timmys deaths and last episodes. Grian is always in someway responsible for his death.

Spoilers for the entire Life series.

-> Third life:

• The plan and the bunker used in the Attack of the Desert was designed by Grian.

•The reason Dogwarts attacked was because Grian and Scar stole their banner

•Grian tells him "Yeah, you can go into the bunker."

•The bunker in which he dies in because of his struggle of getting down the escape route in the bunker.

-> Last Life:

•The simplest one. Grian chases after Jimmy because Jimmy was trying to kill Grian and during that Jimmy falls and dies.

•The height Jimmy fell wasn't enough to kill a player but the previous damage by Grian's sword sealed his fate.

•(And Grian kills Mumbo seconds later)

->Double Life:

•We know Jimmy was killed by an enderman. But why was he even outside at night?

•Because he and the other reds just finished killing Grian and Scar for being the last greens.

•He was on his way back to the Ranch and there he was killed by an enderman.

-> Limited Life:

•Grian was the one to tell Joel to let Jimmy push the TnT minecart.

•"Let Tim do it. He needs the time." Direct quote from Grian, like, 3-5 seconds before Jimmy's death.

•Jimmy had about an hour left. He could have found another way to gain more time.

•(Still love the headcannon that either Grian or The Watchers pushed Jimmy off.)

-> Secret Life:

•Sure, Jimmy didn't die first but I would argue that the Curse didn't die. Also Grian is still responsible for Jimmy's death.

•Grian's and Etho's attempt at making the wither and the warden fight causes Jimmy's (and Mumbo's) death because they were trying to fight/flee form them.

The Canary warns other of the upcoming danger while The Catalyst is the cause of said danger.

Jimmy is called The Canary because everytime he dies thing get more deadly and chaotic afterwards. And what is Grian if not an agent of chaos. Especially after Jimmy dies and he turns red.

#secret life spoilers #life smp #secret life #secret life smp #spoliers #trafficblr #traffic series #traffic smp #third life #3rd life #last life #double life #limited life #grian #jimmy solidarity #the canary curse #Catalyst Grian #Not grian hate #just something i noticed #i didn't proofread this #just had to get that off my chest #just had to say it

[poems4girls]

do you ever think about how close todd and charlie must have gotten after neil’s death? todd probably spent most of his days in charlie’s room - sneaking out of his own - talking, crying, laughing. remembering. they told each other stories. talked about their memories with neil. charlie would talk about the shenanigans they were up to when they were much younger and innocent. like that one time neil stayed at charlie's and he fell from the swing. mr. dalton took care of him, he cleaned his scraped knees and gave him a consolatory popsicle. neil's eyes lit up, his dad would've never done that. charlie knew; he regrets not helping him more, not being by his side when he needed it most. todd would talk about the first few weeks they spent together. the deep talks they would get into. well, neil would start them, opening up with some random thought but once todd started adding to the conversation his own reflections, that's when neil stopped talking. he just listened to todd and his rants, even when they didn't make sense and he'd stop mid sentence to giggle at himself. neil was always listening. he was there for him. just like todd was there for him. but it wasn't enough. charlie and todd both loved neil and now, neil gave them a mission. they had to take care of each other. years went by, todd and charlie kept retelling each other the same old stories, keeping his memory alive in their minds. neil also wanted them to keep on experiencing life. todd and charlie lived. they lived together, apart, for as long as they could. they lived for neil too... so isn't anyone else thinking about them or is it just me?

#just a thought #i didn't proofread this #i have no idea if this makes sense #dps #prose #dead poets society #anderperry #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #blurb

[luwathegreat]

Okay This Might Be Stupid: A Comparison of Adam Young and Aziraphale for Clarity Sake

Now I don't mean a comparison of their characters to say one was better than the others. It's more so a comparison of their personal relationships with Heaven and Hell. A comparison of how those relationships/connections formed their most impactful decisions with incredibly powerful beings.

Now...lets start with Adam Young and his relationship with Hell.

...crickets

It doesn't exist. Adam Young had literally no relation to hell other than Satan being his biological father. He had his friends and his family and Hogback Woods. Nobody in Hell really came up to talk to him and Adam didn't KNOW he was the son of Satan either until he started coming into his power OR until the devil showed up.

Adam Young has no connection to hell aside from Biology, and Hell has no connection to him. Of course he was able to stand up to his Father and Heaven and Hell and his own Destiny.

Because he's so brave- I love Adam so much

Aziraphale and Crowleys talk with him gave him a bit more confidence

HELL HAS NO HOLD ON HIM

They couldn't sway him even if he wanted to. Beelzebub TRIED sure offering to him that he'd get to rule the world. But he didn't want it anymore. He was able to break away from what was written and make his own Destiny.

Now...Aziraphale and Heaven.

Heaven has so much hold on Aziraphale- it's something else.

Emotionally, Physically, Mentally- Heaven is his foundation and fundamentals. They fed him the most rigid and incorrect ideas and lies and when he starts breaking from the mold they reprimand and belittle him until he's back into the shape they want him in.

They can watch him whenever they want. They already watch his miracles and got upset for having too many "frivolous" ones. They can pick and choose whatever they wish to do to/with him. He knew NOTHING of Jobs trials until the day it happened and the acted as though he was an idiot for not understanding.

HEAVEN has a hold on Aziraphale. Oh they have the strongest hold on Aziraphale- millions of years in the making. So strong that we can see the indent lines from their cold callous fists in Aziraphales words and ideals throughout history.

So of course the Metatron could come down, manipulate Aziraphale, and get EXACTLY what he wanted for him. OF COURSE it's that easy for them to do.

When it's said Aziraphale had no choice- we don't mean the Metaton tied him down or beat his ass and screamed "GO TO HEAVEN! NOW!"

It means his going to Heaven was NEVER a choice to begin with. The Metatron did not come down from HEAVEN to ask a yes or no question. He wasn't gonna leave without a souvenir- the tartan wearing Angel made of the clay heaven can mold however they like.

Oftentimes when a parent asks you to do something- it is not a question. It is a statement- an order- formed as a question for MAYBE the sake of politeness. But there is no NO option.

When the METATRON comes down from Heaven and offered you the position of Supreme Archangel so perfectly and carefully gift wrapped and catered towards you there is no NO option. There is no version of that conversation where Aziraphale would have said no.

So...can we stop calling Aziraphale an idiot or an asshole or something for doing what was set in stone the moment the Metatron walked into the bookshop.

TOODLEOO!

#good omens s1 #good omens s2 #the final fifteen #aziraphale my beloved #the metatron #Good Omens #Neil Gaiman #Like come on guys #Im so tired of people saying he's stupid #Or he's incapable of making his own decisions #Wow yes he couldn't make a choice for himself WOW its almost as if thats the goal of the Metatron #It's almost as if the Metatron intended for that exact outcome. #Phew #my ineffable chattering #i didn't proofread this

[bonitanightmxres]

Sleep Without You || RHETT ABBOTT

PAIRING: Rhett Abbott x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: After you cause an argument with your boyfriend the night before the most important ride of his life, it’s up to you to make amends.

WARNINGS: slight allusions to smut at the end, juuuust slightly if you look hard enough

WORD COUNT: 2k, it was supposed to be a drabble but i couldn’t help myself :P

Storming off the Abbott property, you could hear Rhett follow after, shouting your name and a long list of curses, but you didn’t pay any mind. Instead, you drove off home and left Rhett behind.

When you got ready for bed that night, you didn’t realize how empty it was. Most of the time, you spent the nights over at the Abbott ranch and you’d had most of your clothing and things over there. Hell, you didn’t even realize how empty your drawers actually were until you had to settle for a raggedy old t-shirt from your old high school for pajamas.

Most of your important and everyday clothes were in Rhett’s bedroom, sharing space with his own wardrobe. Still, even Rhett had some extra clothes at your place, as there were some days when you and him couldn’t seem to find a few moments alone.

The small snores he made after a long day were weirdly comforting, especially when he fell asleep before you, as he did most of the time. You’d always had issues falling asleep or staying asleep, but not Rhett. Sometimes the thin curtains weren’t closed all the way, so the moonlight peeked through and shined on his face. There was something ethereal and calming about watching him sleep so peacefully that it eventually helped you drift off too. During the day he was this tough bull rider who helped run his family’s ranch, but by night? He was a soft and delicate and beautiful creature who lay beside you.

To wake up next to him on a quiet Sunday morning entangled in the sheets and feeling his warmth was even better. Rhett’s arms wrapped around you as you both barely began to wake up gave you that feeling of safety and security—and you never wanted to let it go.

But tonight, you tossed and turned. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed falling asleep next to Rhett (even if it was only one night). Or how much you found tranquility in watching him sleep. For you, it was pure happiness--something that was hard to come by. When your arm unconsciously reached over on his side of the bed, your heart hurt a little bit in his absence. Pulling his pillow to your chest, you could still smell his scent from a couple of nights ago when you both got a little too drunk and the night ended up to be nothing but the memory of heated passion and a pile of clothes on the floor.

It all felt like a bad dream when you woke up the next morning—well, more like the next afternoon. After a rough night, you’d accidentally managed to sleep through several phone calls and messages from the Abbott family (minus Rhett), asking where you were, if you were okay. It didn’t take a psychic to know that the nights you and Rhett spent apart were usually due to some kind of spat, and everyone in the Abbott house knew it. As you sat down to have your morning afternoon coffee, you stared at the unread notifications that glowed from your phone. Not a single one from Rhett, and you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t sting. Sure, the argument was sort of all your fault, but part of you had hoped that it wasn’t big enough to make Rhett avoid you.

At this point you couldn’t even remember why you were mad, and in all honesty, Rhett probably had nothing to do with it—he just happened to be the victim of your anger at the time. And the only way to make things right with him was to find him and apologize.

It was already the day of Rhett’s big riding competition, and guilt creeped up on you for treating him terribly the night before. After showering and getting ready, you headed for the Abbott property early, hoping to catch Rhett before he left to warm up. Your heart dropped when his truck was nowhere to be found. 

“He left early,” Royal’s voice called out to you from the shed. “Something about not sleeping well and needing to get his head in the right space.” And like that, as if you already didn’t feel guilty, you felt even worse. Royal approached you, “You two all right?” 

You ran your hands down your face and sighed, “I-it’s my fault, I was already in a bad mood and Rhett was there, and everything just pissed me off a-and I-I yelled at him and I-I’m sorry, I need to tell him I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey,” Royal soothed, rubbing your shoulder. “Rhett ain’t goin’ anywhere, alright?” At this point the guilt became too much and tears began form at the brim of your eyes, threatening to spill. “That boy loves you too much to let one little argument get in the way. He rides in a couple hours, so you can tell him you’re sorry tonight.” 

Nodding your head, you followed Royal to the house, and waited until the rest of the Abbott clan was ready to support Rhett down at the rodeo grounds.

When you all arrived and sat in your usual spot in the bleachers, despite the distance, you could see Rhett perfectly. A look of fierce determination on his face as he climbed on top of the bull. The gate flew open, and the bull was angry. It bucked and shook Rhett around, the stands were loud with the shouts and screams of eager fans. A collective ‘oooh’ emerged from the crowd when Rhett flew on the ground, just a second shy of taking first place. 

“It’s alright,” Royal clapped loudly next to you. “Still another ride left to go. He’s still got a chance. 

The next ride couldn’t come by any quicker. You wanted so badly to make up with your boyfriend, but felt ashamed for the way you treated him and you weren't sure if he’d forgive you as easily as you hoped. As Rhett prepared for his final ride, your heart beat so fast, you couldn't sit still. God, you wanted him to have this victory, to advance to the state finals and be the champion he truly was. Between your desperation to apologize to him and your wishes for him to triumph, you weren't sure which scenario made you more nervous. 

“C’MON, RHETT, YOU CAN DO IT!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, probably doing some proper damage to your vocal cords, and you’d even managed to startle Royal and other patrons around you, but you couldn’t be bothered. Somehow in the midst of all the noise, Rhett’s attention turned to where you sat with his family, and you could’ve swore you saw a small grin on his face as he locked eyes with you. When the gate flung open, cheers and shouts grew louder and louder, but the nerves prevented you from shouting a single thing. Your eyes were glued onto Rhett, the way that he was hell-bent on winning this thing. The bull nearly bucks him off, but Rhett’s grip is unwavering. Your focus is almost too deep that you don’t realize the buzzer went off until Royal is shaking you by the shoulders, laughing and shouting with glee. When you finally realize Rhett’s won first place, you’re hopping up and down like you'd won the lottery. 

... 

It isn’t until after the commotion died down that you go and seek out Rhett. You were the last one of his family to leave the stands, mainly because you had to think of what to say. It isn’t long before you catch sight of him. Even though you approached Rhett from behind, he made leaning against the posts of the arena attractive as hell.  

You slipped your hand into his, catching him off guard until he realized it was you. His hand was warm, and you loved how much bigger it was compared to yours. Leaning your head against him, you could smell that mix of sweat, dirt, and animal on him-- a smell that you’d grown to appreciate over the last few years. Both of you were quiet for a moment, each of you enjoying one another’s presence. Even though Rhett hadn’t the slightest idea as to why you were so angry last night, he loved being with you all the same.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t mean to yell at you the way I did.” 

Rhett looked down at you, seeing the hurt in your face and he could tell how much you’d beaten yourself up over it. Part of him actually felt bad for not having been the one to reach out, but he thought he was doing you a favor by giving you some space. “It’s alright, darlin’, we all get mad sometimes.”

“I know,” you sighed, rubbing your thumb against his. “But I shouldn’t have acted like a damn kid. You were only trying to help.” 

“It’s alright, I know you miss me and it’s been keeping you up all night.” Rhett chuckled, gently bringing you in front of him.

You scoffed light-heartedly, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You look a little tired.” He pointed to your face, and you knew the exhaustion was showing underneath your eyes.

“Shut up, you know I don’t sleep well.” You said in defense, crossing your arms.

Rhett wrapped his arms around your body, encasing you completely so that you became trapped, and little space occupied between you. “Just admit it,” he said, so close to you that you could feel him breathe. “You can’t sleep without me next to you, touching you.” Heat immediately rose to your cheeks, coloring them red, and Rhett chuckled as he took notice. Did he really have to expose you like that? No, but Rhett being Rhett, he just had to have the upper hand, and damn him for knowing the hold he had on you. “But, if I’m wrong, I guess you won't mind me crashing in my own bed tonight.” 

“Fine, fine, fine,” you admit in a soft voice. “I can’t sleep without you.”

“I wasn’t ever plannin’ on sleeping without you tonight, just wanted to hear you say it,” Rhett grinned, knowing he won this battle as you narrowed your eyes at him playfully. “Besides, I think you’ve earned a good night’s rest seeing as you just won me my spot in the finals.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“C’mon,” he said with that grin of his. “You know I ride better with you here.” Rhett leaned down, placing a longing kiss onto your lips, and it was then that you could tell that he missed you just as much as you missed him. His hands moved to cup your face, keeping you exactly where he wanted you as you both got lost in the heat of the moment. 

You snatched his cowboy hat from right off his head and place it on yours, smirking mischievously, “And I ride better, period.” Rhett was too dumbfounded to even let out a word, and you laughed when his cheeks turned a shade of red underneath the dimmed lights of the rodeo grounds. You got a head start and began walking towards Rhett’s truck before turning back at him and shouting, “Take me home, cowboy!”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Rhett hurried after you, eventually yanking on your arm and pulling you to the vehicle. You didn’t think anybody could make it out of a parking lot as fast as Rhett did, and you knew exactly where this night was going when he drove in the opposite direction of the Abbott ranch and in the direction of your shared, nearly abandoned apartment. Needless to say, the first conversation you would have with Rhett the next morning would be about shifting your preferred living space away from the Abbott ranch and to your apartment. He couldn’t have agreed more and spent most of that same day moving both of your belongings to and from each home. 

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott fic #lewis pullman #outer range #fluff #rhett abbott fluff #for my rhett girlies out there you know who you are #rhett babygirl abbott #love him #outer range fic #fluffy #i didn't proofread this

[comicbookhyperfixationtime]

Uncanny X-men #196- What Was That?!!

CW: racial slurs

Last Issue Recap: The Power Pack made a cameo and Wolverine did not disembowel a child. Callisto in the Morlocks did show up and they are as skrungly and terrible as ever. And then there was Secret Wars 2 which I have mentally blocked out of my brain because it's too pointless and annoying to take up important Nightcrawler Obsessing Space.

Anyway, HOLY HELL, how did this cover make it to print?! Its literally a woman in a gimp suit! Have I talked about Rachel's Mutant Hunter gimpsuit before? I feel like I have, but I would once again like to say, what the actual fuck.

It's Chris Claremont so I expect to be using this a lot in the near future. Also, in this cover there are spikes around her crotch that form a thong/triangle shape (super umcomfy 😬) which (spoilers) are not there when she wears the suit in-issue. Which just makes this worse.

Gimpsuit aside I don't like this cover. The composition is meh, and its the same sort of misdirection we saw in the last issue. Is Rachel going to beat the shit out of the X-men and get stabbed by Wolverine? Of course she's not. The splash panel on the first page is pretty striking though.

The title is uncreative, but I do adore when writers try to work their issue title into the first page's dialogue or onomatopoeia or something (Thor #366 is my absolute favorite example of this). This is a fantastic first page, not only does it immediately set up tension, mystery and stakes while quickly delivering exposition, but it cleverly uses the in-universe curtain behind Professor X as a tool for adding motion and energy, whilst directing the reader's eye around the page.

I half forgot that Professor X is actually a professor and that he didn't just make that title up to sound cool. Hell, since he has a PhD it should actually be Dr X but that sounds a little too much like a porn knockoff of Dr Strange for my and Marvel's liking. Jesus Christ I bet he's the sort of proff who never ever grades essays in time because he's too busy fucking off fighting Godlike entities in space. I'd give him a 2 on Rate My Professor so fast.

Several students in this packed classroom are smoking. Oh 1985, how the times have changed!

As his students leave, Professor X laments that he cannot simply read their minds and figure out who's thought this was. Not because this would be highly unethical, but because his mind and body has been weakened ever since he got the shit kicked out of him by anti-mutant muggers a few issues back.

Meanwhile, Storm is home in Africa on her self discovery tour, where she is- shot in the head and left for dead by the racist poachers she'd fought before?!

I know logically this is just a fakeout but I'll be damned if it isn't some good tension! Also; the racist poachers are a brother-sister pair named Andreas and Andrea. Their parents must have hated them even more than I do.

We immediately cut to Kitty talking about Ororo's letters at a team meeting just to hammer the stake further into my goddamn heart. The Gang has gathered in a deli to discuss Professor X's mystery, including Magneto (whose presence goes undiscussed, probably because it was explained in Secret Wars 2) and some blonde lady named Aleytys who I have no idea who she is. (Edit: I know who she is- Lee Forrester, Scott Summers ex-girlfriend who apparently hooked up with Magneto in New Mutants. What an absolute power move.) Something I haven't mentioned yet because it hasn't come up is that Chuck has been hiding his growing frailty and power loss from his friends and teammates for some reason I've forgotten but which is probably stupid. Also he can walk at this point in continuity but that's not important.

Rachel sees the Beyonder shows up for his editor mandated plot interruption for a few pages and I'm not going to discuss it because I Don't Care.

My thoughts exactly Kitty.

Speaking of the best boy, he is off at his parish, talking to the priest about his crisis of faith.

I cannot imagine what it must be like to go into confessional with a superhero he has heard some shit someone redraw this man in that one stock photo of the priest.

The monster Kurt is talking about his the Beyonder because goddamnit I guess I can't just ignore that motherfucker. TLDR, he was the ultra-powerful being who started the excuse plot for the original Secret Wars. In Secret Wars 2 he comes to Earth to learn the meaning of life or some bullshit and wanders around causing problems before turning himself into a baby (probably, idk I never finished it, Jim Shooter did that before so he'd probably do it again.) Kurt's faith has been completely destroyed by the Beyonder's sheer power which is like no being he's ever seen before- oh please.

This whole scene sort of pisses me off. First off, its more wanking off about the Beyonder and I really don't want to hear about this guy. Second, its another reason to leave Kurt out of this weeks plot and that pisses me off, give my boy more screentime! Third, this really doesn't feel justified by the Beyonder. Nightcrawler saw Dr Doom hand him his ass in Secret Wars, he knows he's not omnipotent. Nightcrawler having a breakdown is fine but there's way more interesting stuff for him to break down over.

Back on the main plot, a group of shadowy figures sneak into Professor X's office and plant a bomb under his desk! I see someone has been reading Hitchcock's quotes on suspense.

Rogue and Rachel are flying over Columbia U having a dramatic irony-laden conversation about how much less nasty this current timeline is than Rachel's home time whilst she mind-scans for the culprits. They don't find them, but they do find a mugging in progress and stop it.

I'll tell you what else is a crime, that hairdo! Yeesh.

It turns out the civilian they saved is a anti-mutant jackass who was grafitti-ing the words "Muties die!" when he got jumped, because Marvel civilians are assholes. Kitty and Wolvie take a quick break from crimefighting and have an conversation that's too cute for me not to share.

Kitty phases into a building because she sees a light on in a lab after hours. She finds some of her student acquaintances skulking about and, despite having doubts that any of them could be murderers, is immediately suspicious. I personally think the fact they ordered pizza with anchovies on it would be enough to peg them as supervillains on the spot, but Kitty is more of an optimist than me. The terrorists realize Kitty is a mutant and confront her about it.

Kitty Pryde just said the N-word. This isn't ok. I don't know how the editors at Marvel ever thought it was ok, and it speaks volumes that they did. "Mutie" isn't a real swear. "N-----" is. That word is hateful and terrible and affects real people and it is not ok at all to equate it to a made-up slur. The X-men are supposed to be an allegory for suffering that empowers minority groups. This just hurts them more. Hell no to all of this.

I took a hot minute to absorb what I just fucking read and then moved on with the issue. The terrorist kids get the jump on Kitty and chloroform her before she can phase out, with intent to kill her. Meanwhile, Magneto, Professor X and Rachel Summers are in the Prof's office, discussing the case and the Beyonder's continued presence because he's been stalking them like a weirdo. Rachel tries to psychically link the three so they can sense the Beyonder like she can, but using her psi-powers sets off the bomb, which is actually not a bomb but a "psi-scream," a device that amplifies and reflects psychic energy back to its source. This is a massive plot-hole; how did they know Xavier was psychic?! As far as I'm aware its not common knowledge Professor X is a mutant at all, let alone what his powers are! And these are just normal Columbia U college students with no connection to any supervillains or secret organizations whatsoever, there's no way they'd have access to this info!

The bomb overloads Rachel and she accidentally destroys the office, sending out a shockwave of energy that sends Professor X and Maggie flying. Rogue has to catch them both which I find sort of curious because its always so inconsistent whether Magneto can fly or not (my personal headcanon is that his costume has metal soles and he levitates them). Rachel senses Kitty's distress through their psychic link and freaks out so bad she manifests her BDSM Mutant Hunter costume. She flies over to the lab, explodes the anti-mutant students and rescues Kitty in a very hetero way.

Cannot imagine what goes on in Kitty Pryde's head. Must a beautiful and terrifying place to visit.

The guy in the pink jacket from before regains consciousness and tries to shoot Rachel, but its a bit like trying to stab a rhinoceros with a butter knife. She's about to kill him, when Magneto shows up to stop her from making the same mistakes he has.

I don't know bout you but if Magneto in a suit told me to do anything I'd drop whatever I was doing immediately. I love reformed Magneto, such a richer and more interesting character than racist whiny asshole villain Magneto. I sure hope Marvel lets him continue to grow as a person and don't constantly regress his character for the stake of a stupid status quo! Haha. I hate the Endless Wheel of Comic Book Samsara.

The conversation between Magneto and Rachel is honestly really beautiful. Two people who've never interacted before, but understand each other's pain better than anyone else can. Its a fantastic scene only slightly marred by the final panels being of the Beyonder observing the scene and giving some pointless, longwinded commentary. Its too long for me to screenshot and post here so I super recommend you check this out for yourself!

On the plus side, next issue is Dr Doom!

Final Thoughts: This issue had some really high highs and some really low lows. I'm honestly super shocked the panel of Kitty Pryde saying the N-word isn't more infamous than it is, because holy fuck that was awful.

#comic books #marvel comics #x men #professor x #storm #ororo munroe #kitty pryde #nightcrawler #kurt wagner #wolverine #rachel summers #magneto #rogue #way too long #way too many tags #i didn't proofread this

[fauville]

♥ wip wednesday.

working on the second chapter of this fic.

huddling for warmth time!!!

#wip wednesday #vilna writes #i didn't proofread this #sorry

[x-kiwi-03]

I'm curious, did Kai prove that quirks are a generational disease?

Eri has the ability to turn back time on a piece of physical matter, she could take the scratch on someone's knee and rewind it to a time before it happend. But didn't Kai say somewhere that she could even turn back evolution, that she could turn a human back into a monkey?

Then I was sitting here thinking, if Kai used Eri's quirk to rewind the evolution of quirk DNA, then how come his first batch was only temporary? Then I came to the conclusion that perhaps he simply rewinded the quirk activation part of the brain to before it knew how to activate a quirk. Which would prove the theory that as people grow inside the womb, the quirk factor also develops, so when your born, you're born with the quirk you have. For example, Bakugou didn't "develop" his bomb quirk during kindergarten, his brain simply didn't know how to activate it until around the age of five, he always had the quirk, his brain simply wouldn't allow him to use it.

(Extra thoughts // The first known quirk was a glowing baby. That baby's quirk activation was working as a newborn. Maybe that happened to all newborns with quirks in the beginning, maybe those with more dangerous quirks died as soon as they were born because of it. That would be enough to spark an evolutionary change in DNA.)

That explains the temporary serum. Now for that permanent one, that would have to be the rewind of quirk evolution if it's true that you are born with quirks DNA. But how would that prove that quirks are a generational disease? Given that Kai was still believing in the quirk disease theory after he produced the permanent serum is one clue. Surely he would've found out whether or not quirks are a disease after working with the evolution of quirks, seeing for himself the steps quirk DNA took before it became what it is now.

Maybe that's why Afo seems so cautious around him. Afo knows that Kai knows what quirks really are and how to destroy them... it is way too late for these type of thoughts...

#bnha #mha #kai chisaki #overhaul #chisaki kai #afo #all for one #bnha quirks #quirk theory #i didn't proofread this #eri my hero academia #eri mha #eri bnha #eri

[comfortabletextiles]

hi!! i have 2 raw, uncleaned fleeces of wool i got (for free!) from facebook that have been sitting in my house for like two years bc i don’t know what to do with them — can you give a quick explanation on how you clean your fleeces? i’d love to be able to finally start doing something with them, instead of them just sitting there waiting around :)

It is my second time working with raw fleece, so I'm not the best to ask, but I'll do my best to help you 💪

You can use heat and some sort of detergent

Or fermentation

Detergents you can add are: pot ash, power scour, dish soap, wool detergent (what I did the first time) and many more

With fermentation you use the help of water, warmth, microbes and some time to break down everything except for plant matter here is a guide for that with some science

(probably the technic that uses the least amount of water and energy, but is supposed to smell REALLY bad)

Then you have the cleaning with detergent.

Use a container of your choose that is resident to some heat. Add the detergent of your choice hot water (depending how hot your tab water runs you don't need to boil Any water, mine gets to roughly 47°C and seemed to clean the fleece alright) make Shure the fleece is completely submerged, and let it sit.

You want it to have enough time for the detergent to really get to work on the lanolind and loose everything form the fleece, but not to long for the water to cool down to much (otherwise tue lanolin hardens again, and won't rinse out)

After it sat long enough rinse everything out. Make Shure the temperature of the water you use is close to the one you used for the soap water (temperature shock felts) also move it as less as possible (this also felts, surprise :D ) let it dry.

If your fleece still feels soapy after that, repeat (vegetable matter and stuff will be cleaned out with the combing or carding)

And then you have the scouring with potash, but I am too tired to go into it, also there seems to be MANY different ways to clean fleece with potash...

(I'll go Into some details when I come to the potash cleaning maybe this week)

#ask #wool cleaning #i didn't proofread this

[tobias-hankel]

"Spencer, what did you do?"

TW Drug use, overdose but no MCD

"Spencer, what did you do?" Spencer heard from the doorway, barely conscious.

What did I do? Where even am I? A bathroom? How did I get here? I thought I was at work. Spencer thought to himself, struggling to keep his eyes open but it didn’t matter either way, his vision was too blurry to make sense of anything around him. He heard yelled though. A lot of yelling.

“Emily! Get Hotch! Someone call 911! Damn it! Kid stay with me, okay?”

Morgan? Is that Morgan? Why would someone need to call 911? Spencer felt someone roll him over on the cold tile floor. He hadn’t even realized he was on the floor until then.

“Spencer, talk to me kid. Come on, keep your eyes open,” Morgan said as he moved Spencer around.

Spencer felt Morgan touch his arm, an odd feeling – like someone removing an IV, and a release of pressure around his upper arm. Oh yeah… I came to the bathroom to get high… Spencer thought as he vaguely saw Morgan cap the needle he had used and set it to the side. I took less than normal… How… Am I overdosing? Spencer thought before his world faded out again.

“Morgan, what happened?” Hotch asked as he rushed into the bathroom, already moving to kneel by Spencer, checking his pulse.

“I don’t know, I don’t know. I saw Reid go to the bathroom like 10 minutes ago, so I came in here to check on him and he was on the floor with a needle sticking out of his arm. Is he going to be okay?” Morgan asked in a panic.

“Reid, Reid! Can you hear me?” Hotch asked, shaking Spencer some. “Prentiss is on the phone with 911. He isn’t answering but he still has a pulse.”

Spencer started to hear people talk around him and he started to come to again, “What…” he mumbled out as he tried to understand what was happening again.

Morgan let out a sigh of relief when Spencer said something, “Just keep your eyes open okay, Reid? Help is on the way.”

Hotch could see the dazed confusion on Spencer’s face, “Reid, you are in the bullpen’s restroom. You overdosed. Can you tell me what you took?”

Overdosed… Heroin… It must have been laced with something else… Spencer thought, taking a second to realize he never said anything. “Her… heroin.” Spencer forced out.

“It might have been laced with fentanyl,” Hotch said, having come to the same conclusion but Morgan’s mind was somewhere else. He had no idea Spencer was using, but it seemed like Hotch knew to some degree, so this had to have been happening for some time.

“ ‘m sorry…” Spencer slurred out and Morgan took a hold of his hand while Hotch moved a strand of hair out of his face.

“We will make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

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I'm a slow writer but feel free to drop me a 5 sentence ask or a prompt in my ask box 🖤 Btw, I don't always go in order.

#Thank you Maya! #maze's drabbles #drabble #criminal minds fanart #criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #aaron hotchner #could be seen as #hotchreid #moreid #or horreid #or none #up to you #drug addict spencer #more than 5 sentences #1mechanicalalligator ask #i didn't proofread this #I feel like I'm missing a tag

[w0lfinsheepscl0thing]

1898: Forgetting Their Shadows - Update

Since last May, I’ve been developing an 1899 fic, and I’m as excited about it as I was when I thought of it. However, I’ve been in a writing slump for almost a month and it’s been taking away all my confidence and motivation. But I’m not going to give up on the project till it’s done! I’m mainly active on Instagram, so after I posted some teasers I made for it back in October, mainly because I thought I would somehow finish it soon, I completely abandoned the idea of posting on here till it was done. But, of course, things didn’t go as planned. I really want to keep working on this fic, so, in hopes that it’ll help with motivation, I’ve decided to try and post updates for it here, even if they are small.

But first, I haven't really introduced this project properly! Settle in, because this is going to be a long one…

How I Started the Story

(Feel free to skip this or any of the points to get to the info you want; a lot is rambling!)

In April, 2023, I checked out 1899 and was immediately invested in Ángel (and Ramiro, of course. He just came later). I had no idea what I was getting into when I started the show, so I’ll have to admit, I didn’t think I’d like it at first, and it took till episode three to really get into it. If it wasn’t for Ángel, I might’ve not seen the whole thing through, which sounds crazy looking back on it now! I started to visualize Ángel and Ramiro’s backstory and where they came from while constantly hoping they’d get their own episode, so when I finished season one and found out it was canceled, I was very disappointed. Not only because they didn’t get an ending, but because now I wanted to know everyones’ endings. It was by this point I realized how stupid I was to think it wasn’t worth watching.

Also, at this time, I didn’t use Tumbler and assumed (from an Instagram only perspective) that the community for the show was dead. I also thought the people I loved and wanted to see more of weren’t appreciated among the few people still active in it. I really wanted to see the backstory behind Ramiro and Ángel, so I tried to write it myself. It was… terrible in the beginning. It was written in a script format, the chapters were only 300 words max, and a lot of it wasn’t realistic, but at least it was a start? Over time, though, I figured out I definitely wasn’t the only person who wanted to see more of them, and it evolved into not just those two people, but the entire story of 1899. I’m really glad it changed to that.

What Exactly Is This Story? What is it trying to accomplish?

I’m writing every backstory, then hopefully seasons 2 and 3, but also trying to make them as precise and accurate as possible. They include some of my own twists, as long as they aren’t contradicted by anything already confirmed, but the point is to make it everything the show was to be and more. I want it to have all of the detail and thought that Bo and Jantie put into it, even if it is painstaking to map out. I don’t want to give too much away yet, but just to clear something up (mainly for my own sake), this is my own take on the story and it’s different from other backstory/finishing the plot fics; I’m really trying to make it as different as I can!

So, Where Are You Now With It?

That’s complicated. I thought I had almost everything done for Volume One (Spain), but after getting through a rough draft of Chapter Six, I was gravely mistaken. I decided to take a step back and plan as much as I could, so once Volume one is out, I can almost immediately start on Volume Two, and so on and so forth. However, with so many puzzle pieces, it’s been tortuous to plan. Right now, I think the best option is for me to pick apart everything pre-simulation so I can understand everything that comes next. The main goal is for me to map out anything and everything, so I don’t change things later that ruin everything I already did, then (finally) finish Volume One.

This is going to be a while, but I want this to be as perfect as I can get it. At least it’ll be done this year, and I hope you're able to stick around for the journey :).

#1899 #1899 netflix #🚢 #rant post #I know that nobody really needs this information but here it is anyway #perfectionism sucks #I didn't proofread this

[ging-pegger]

ONE NIGHT STAND - ging freecss x reader

warnings: smut, afab reader, unprotected sex word count: 2,419

dead silence. the tension between you and one of the world's most powerful hunters was immense, the air around you was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

you had been out trying to find historical ruins for the past month, but to no avail. despite the seemingly natural talent ging had for finding dig sites and other archeological gems, the two of you had yet to find a single thing.

you had been out in the elements for so long, away from the comforts of home, and your body craved the theatrical crashing of bodies. you ached for it, for someone, anyone to satisfy your craving.

the sound of a car horn brought you out of your imagination, and back into your current reality as your cab driver had made a risky move pulling out into the city traffic, the two of you probably appeared homeless, and you knew you definitely didn't smell good, but for your own mental health, you had decided to make your way back into the city for a few nights to regroup and decide your next move on the expedition.

you heard your male counterpart grumble something under his breath, you could tell he wasn't impressed by the driver's skill on the road, but remained quiet, the two of you were close enough to the hotel that you decided not to risk upsetting the driver before even getting to your destination.

as the car pulled up to the front of the dimly lit hotel front , you gathered your things, handing the driver some jenny before exiting the car. you waited for ging to make his way out of the vehicle as well. he grumbled as he struggled to get out of the back seat, slinging a threadbare knapsack over his shoulder. "let's get this show on the road, im exhausted."

you nodded in agreement, pushing open the hotel doors getting blasted with bright lighting and a gust of cool air, it was nice in contrast to the dark and humid outdoors, but took a few moments to adjust to. you approached the receptionist, who appeared to be hesitant to assist you given the rough nature of your appearance.

"hi... we were hoping we could book a room for a few nights? it doesn't have to be anything too fancy. just enough room for two people..."

the receptionist raised a brow. "right..." there was a sarcastic tone to their voice. there was a few clicks of a computer mouse before the receptionist spoke again. "so just to confirm you didn't have this room booked ahead of time right?"

anyone could tell this receptionist had a predetermined idea of what the two of you were like, they likely thought you were nomads, looking for a place to squat for a week or two, and ging wasn't very impressed. he was tired, and irritable, his face deadpanned as the snarky employee asked obvious questions.

"no, didn't you hear them? they were asking if we could book a room now." Ging hissed, he was getting more impatient by the moment.

"riight... I'm going to need an up front payment and some sort of identification, just company policy." They looked ""apologetically"" at ging, who then nonchalantly produced his hunter's license.

"I think that should cover all bases."

the employee took a look at the license, and swallowed hard. "sir i apologize-"

"save your breath and just get us a room please, we're on important hunter's business." He may have over exaggerated the last bit, but he was willing to say anything at this point to get the two of you into a room with running water and real beds.

"Of course sir..." the receptionist handed ging his license back, and with a few more questions and clicks of the mouse, managed to have you booked within a matter of minutes. "Here are your room keys and room number. it's on the fourth floor."

before you could even reach for the keys, ging had snatched them off the counter and began heading to the elevator, groaning. "pick up the pace ... you need a shower-" he teased, knowing out of the two of you he was definitely more overdue for a bath than you.

"pfft- says you..." you follow him into the elevator, an uncomfortable silence like the one that filled the cab became present again. it was unusual, you and ging typically didn't have awkward moments like these, perhaps it was just because the two of you were so tired.

with a ding, the elevator doors opened to the fourth floor, not a single soul was to be found. the hotel had an odd smell to it, but you couldn't quite place your finger on it. ging walked ahead of you, looking into the small cardboard folder that held the keys, "413... 413..." he mumbled to himself, looking at the plastic display next to each door that showed which room number you were at. "FOUND IT!!" he hollered from down the hall.

"SHHHHHH!!" you put your finger to your mouth, it was quiet hours in the hotel, the last thing you needed was a noise complaint.

"fouuund itttt" he "whispered" when you approached him, sliding the key card into the slot, and opening the door.

when you stepped inside the door, you came to the horrid realization that the receptionist had given the two of you a room with only one bed.

"ummmm...." you wondered out loud. "what the hell...?"

"that asshole must have thought we were together." Ging groaned, tossing his bag haphazardly onto the table in the kitchenette.

"should we go down and ask them to fix it?" You asked, already making your way into the bathroom with your toothbrush and starting the shower, in response to which ging turned around, not wanting to see anything he wasn't supposed to.

"Not tonight, I just want to relax. we can get cleaned up and figure out sleeping situations... we can fix it tomorrow." he replied, fishing around in his bag for his toiletries.

"oh, okay..." you closed the bathroom door, and stripped, stepping inside the shower. it wasn't the reaction you were expecting from the man, but you shrugged it off. all of your thoughts melted away as the warm water encompassed your figure, using the hotel bath products you took your sweet time in the shower, steam covering the mirror and filling the room to the point where your vision became hazy as a result.

when you finally decided you would let ging have a turn in what you could only describe as heaven on earth, you stepped out onto the white bath mat and dried yourself with a fluffy white towel. you wrapped yourself up within the cloth, and grabbed your toothbrush. you used the spearmint paste provided by the hotel, brushing your teeth. it felt heavenly, and your mouth had a sensation of cleanness for the first time in what felt like ages.

you stepped out of the room, water running from your hair down your face and the rest of your body, eventually falling to the floor leaving small water droplets on the ground as you walked.

"i was wondering when you were going to let me in there..." he grumbled, grabbing his own toothbrush and shutting himself away inside the room.

you rummaged through your bag, hurrying to change into a pair of shorts and a tank top before ging re-emerged from the bathroom. taking almost as much time as your self, perhaps more, he entered the main part of the room. he appeared to have cleaned up quite a bit, had he shaved??

he was much more put together than you had ever seen him, even though he was just in a towel and sopping wet. you found yourself seeing him in a whole new light, something inside you stirred, your urges from earlier reemerging. you wanted ging.

no. you needed him.

"what?" his raspy voice spoke up, you realized you had been staring.

"oh, nothing... you just. you look really nice."

"wh.." he furrowed his brows, "thanks, i guess?"

you noticed his face gain a little color as he grabbed a pair of lounge pants and walked back into the bathroom to put them on.

you were embarassed, embarassed you had been staring, embarassed he had caught you. you looked up as you heard, the sound of the door opening, he had walked back out.

"so... how do you want to do this?"

"pardon?" You asked, caught off guard.

"the sleeping situation?" he asked, gesturing as if it had been obvious.

"oh right, well ... we can just sleep together-" you caught what you had said, "no i dont mean like- i mean we can share the bed not that we would... be having sex." you could feel all of the blood rush to your face , causing a sensation of heat.

"I didn't think that's what you meant anyways..."

"right..." you said, as he plopped himself down beside you. you glanced over at him, unsure what was coming over you.

the feeling of needing him grew bigger and bigger, you felt the want down to your core. he glanced over to you, and before either of you could process what was happening your lips had met, his lips were chapped, but gentle.

he was kissing you with care, but there was passion. the kiss tasted of spearmint toothpaste, just when you thought you would part, he would find a way to draw you back in.

his hand snaked down your lower back, supporting you as his tongue flicked against your lower lip, begging for entrance. you parted your lips slightly and his tongue slipped inside. you fell back, his body crashing against yours as you found a safe haven on the cool mattress.

he pulled away, his hand brushing your hair away from your face. "you look really nice too..." he laughed, kissing your forehead. what was he doing? he was never like this? maybe he too was filled with some sort of instinctive urge to have sex, maybe he too wanted this as badly as you did.

you grabbed the sides of his face, bringing him closer giving him soft pecks a few times as you thought about how to pose the question that plagued your mind.

"you want to fuck don't you?" he mumbled lazily, kissing back when your lips prompted his.

"yes... do you?" you asked, looking into his chestnut eyes.

"yes." he answered bluntly without hesitation, bringing you into another long kiss, his lips swollen from locking with yours.

you ran your hands up his abdomen, resting them on his chest as he pressed kisses against your jawline, trailing them down your neck. he slid his hands under your tank, beginning to pull it up. "but i don't have condoms." he stated.

"i don't care. i want you." you hastily replied

taking advantage of the fact there was no bra to remove, he began to play with your nipples, experimentally taking one of your breasts into his mouth, suckling on it.

the feeling of his mouth around your nipple sent a tingly sensation throughout your entire body, you moaned softly, wrapping your fingers into his messy hair, that was still damp. you closed your eyes, only wanting him more and more now. "ging..."

with a pop, he stopped sucking on your breast, and grinned, "hmmm?" he kissed at your neck playfully, sucking softly on the skin, leaving a few small marks that he knew would turn to hickeys later.

"i want you..." you toyed at the waistline of his pants, sliding your hand inside to feel his cock, it was already erect, and twitched at the touch of your hand. you removed your hand and spit on it, reaching back in and began to jerk him off, earning a few grunts and groans. it was adorable really, to see him begin to squirm under your touch.

"you're being a tease.." he whined, leaning down to kiss you.

"then what does that make you?"

"hmph.." he hurriedly began stripping you down as you stopped jerking him only long enough to pull his garments off, then resumed, your hand gripping his dick once again.

"stop... i don't want to cum before i get to experience what its like to be inside you..." he whispered, gripping your wrist.

the two of you switched locations on the bed, he was now sitting propped against the bedframe, and you now hovered above him, gripping his thick cock. you lowered yourself down on him slowly, going inch by inch, your breath already shaky.

you used your other hand to grip his shoulder as you felt him begin to fill you, his hands steadying your hips. "you alright?" he questioned, suckling at the soft skin of your neck.

"yeah... i just need a moment..." you could feel him stretching you out, it was a sharp pain, but soon pain became pleasure, or at the very least, a pleasureable pain. a feeling of fullness, and you began to ride him.

"mmh.." he groaned, gripping your ass as you rocked back and fourth on his manhood. your lips meshed with his once more, and a vulgar squelching sound filled the room as the two of you made passionate love.

experimentally, you tightened yourself around him, watching him squirm from pleasure, and feeling his cock twitch inside you, you began tightening yourself as you moved up, and releasing as you moved down, his breath becoming more and more uneven as he impatiently gripped your hips, and began to fuck into you.

"fuck... im gonna cum..." he managed to get out between heavy breath and moans.

"i want you to cum inside me... fill me... please-" you asked, hardly able to get a word out at all, you were feeling pleasure from head to toe, that sweet release you had been craving for so very long just barely out of your reach, until finally your legs began to shake, and you arched your back, your pelvic muscles contracting in the most pleasurable way, the tingly sensation from earlier returning as you felt a hot mass of ging's cum fill you.

out of breath, you lifted yourself from him, his length leaving your body, his cum dripping out from you.

"never... tell anyone... about this." he said between heavy breaths, wrapping his toned arms around your bare body.

#hxh #hxh 2011 #hunter x hunter #ging hxh #ging freecss #ging #hxh smut #ging smut #ging freecss smut #ging x reader #ging freecss x reader #smut #ging hunter x hunter #afab reader #i didn't proofread this #pls dont bully me

[the-pale-goddess]

Hello…’Tis I 🙃

Even though I’m never here, E&T still occupy my mind rent-free. In fact, I’ve been reviewing their canon timeline and reshaping things a bit at the most random moments of my painfully hectic life lol The biggest change would concern the aftermath of the attack. Will I ever share all of my thoughts and new HCs? Probably not. Will I finish at least (1) fic idea that’s currently gnawing at me? Maybeeeeee…I never thought I would be writing again, but I miss it so much I decided to give it a shot (sending a kith to the subway lurkers, hopefully no one figured out that this word vomit was silly fanfiction ksnksnsln)

Here’s a snippet! A fair warning: welcome back to Angst Town 👀

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The Fall

A potent wave of relief rises inside him at the sight of Tiffany’s sylphlike frame snuggled down under a fluffy duvet, drifting safely through the harmproof slumberland. He kneels by the bed, resting his hands on the mattress with extreme caution, intent on keeping this intolerably impulsive visit a secret. 

Though his fluttering heart demands direct physical contact, Ethan victoriously fights the urge to caress her wan cheek. His weary eyes anxiously survey Tiffany’s peaceful expression illuminated by the rose-tinted glow of the shell pearl lamp on her bedside table–almost too peaceful, according to his thorough evaluation–then shift hawklike focus to examine her breathing. The torturesome knot in his stomach untangles progressively with every regular rise and fall of her chest.

Everything’s fine. 

He scratches his beard, his unswerving gaze fixed on Tiffany, teeth pressing against the inside of his lip so hard the metallic taste of blood quickly coalesces with the overwhelming density of his irrational fear. 

She’s fine. 

She’s fine, and he’s a fool–a complete fucking fool for letting blind panic control him like a lifeless puppet after merely a few hours and four unanswered calls. So much for giving her space to properly rest and recover…

Brushing his emotions aside, Ethan chooses to accept that the danger is only the figment of his morbid, overactive imagination. But then the missing piece of the puzzle reveals itself, stupidly easy to miss next to the ridiculous lamp stealing all the attention: an all too familiar white and pink pill bottle, its lid removed and nowhere in sight.

The most dreadful thought of all sneaks up on him to stop his heart again; Ethan collapses on the floor with a loud thud, crushed by another ruthless strike of terror. 

#queueing through this #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #i didn't proofread this #open heart #wip update #angst town #ethan ramsey x mc

[whalienjxy]

4:23 am

It’s starting to get chilly up here. Levi doesn’t move, doesn’t clutch his leather jacket closer to his body, he just keeps his eyes closed, feet dangling from the edge of the roof as he leans his hands back on the dusty stone beneath him.

He doesn’t think he will ever get used to how quiet it is up here. It eats at him, the silence, taunting him, whispers of all the things he lost. All the people he lost. He’s been up here more times alone than not, yet it feels so… foreign. Like it's missing something. Like something isn’t quite right.

Out of the four people that know of his silly little hiding place, two lay at rest. The other two only come to find him if he’s absolutely needed, deciding it would be best if the sorrowful man is given his respected space when needed.

Something stings in his chest when he thinks to open his eyes and look for the two doves that seem to have been following him around for some time. He scoffs at the childishness of the thought, finally cracking his eyes open, only to be met with the fascinating sight of a star falling.

Levi doesn’t think he’ll get used to this either.

He is pulled out of his head when something loudly crashes behind him. Tense limbs begin to push at stone, he reaches for the little dagger he keeps in his boots, but he halts at that.

His eyes fall on the doorway. Someone stands there with their hands on their mouth, eyes flung wide with fear as they stare right at him.

“Oh no.” He recognizes the features before the muffled voice. “I’m so, so, so sorry, Captain!”

Levi’s eyes trail down to the culprit of the noise, and beside polished boots, he finds the obnoxiously loud bucket that managed to fall from the pile by the door. He curses whoever put it there, already assigning a certain someone to the mission of cleaning up the mess later.

For now, he gazes back up at you, and he notices that you’re still frozen in your stance. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” He grumbles out. A frown deepens within his eyebrows as he removes his hand from his boot, now dagger-free, but you’re just still fucking frozen. “I asked a question, Sergeant.”

“I… I was just…” You stammer, looking around your feet for some damn reason, hands slowly slipping away from your mouth. One of them travels to your hair, and Levi watches as you yank on it, and he has to fight back the amusement from his face. Your eyes finally settle on his again, and he can see all hope physically exit your body as it slumps. “I couldn’t sleep. I came to get some fresh air.”

Now that you say it, he sees the sleepwear hug your body, despite the uniform boots that are only halfway up to your calf. 

“Do you usually wear your boots off-duty like that?”

Levi’s question seems to have taken you aback. Your hand slowly descends from your hair, something he can’t read flashing across your eyes. 

Is he joking? Like did he really just attempt to make a light-hearted comment or is the neat-freak about to lecture you?

You look down at your boots, and so does he. “N-No, I was just in a hurry, I guess?” You look up, and so does he. You hold his gaze catching the movement of his head, and maybe your heart does something embarrassing behind your ribcage. He continues to stare, apparently anticipating more out of you. “I was frustrated because I couldn’t sleep. I just grabbed the first thing–”

You cut yourself off when the Captain turns his head forwards again, a loud sigh echoing in the air that flows all around you. 

You see his shoulders relax. You didn't know they were capable of such a thing.

“Would you mind if I join you for a bit?” You muster up the courage and take a step forwards, awaiting a response, and rumor has it that your mood for the next week will depend on whatever it is he is about to say.

He can feel your presence behind him, he heard the step you took. His first instinct is to say no, or even just stand up and leave you the spot for good, but something nags at the little soft spot he has, and he almost curses himself when his mouth opens before he can control what comes out of it.

“No, I wouldn’t mind.”

You hum happily in response, then hurried steps shuffle closer. He sees you sit down on the stone beside him, leaving a comfortable space between them that maybe annoys him just a bit. You’re mimicking his position before you realize, another happy hum reaching his ears when you finally let your body relax.

 There’s a content smile spread on your lips as you trace the open skies with twinkling eyes, and Levi catches himself staring before you do. He licks his lips and turns his head back forwards, your rosy cheeks thankfully going unnoticed.

You pull a hand lazily between your thighs, trying hard to ignore the obvious presence right out of your reach. You try to peek too, try to glimpse at his side profile from the corner of your eye, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough when it comes to Levi.

“I didn’t know anyone else knew of this place,” You find yourself mumbling, voice soft. Levi looks at you again, the same stupid smile is still on your lips when you look back at him. It’s nothing too big, just a simple, warm, content curve of your lips.

Same one you have on your face when you eat something nice. Same fucking smile you have on your face when Hange ruffles your hair. Only now does he realize that he is allowed such a blessing, too.

“I’ve been coming here long before you knew this place existed.”

“Hmm, I'm not very sure,” You strike back right away. The pair of you are keeping your tones low and calm, each not wanting to disturb the other. “I’ve been coming here ever since I became a scout.”

“So have I,” Levi says, his head tilting just a bit.

You hold each other’s gazes, your frown fading, morphing into something softer, while Levi just calmly stares, stoic as ever. You purse your lips, cheeks tingling, and your eyes jump away from his. It’s adorable, the way you try to look at anything but his eyes now.

When he turns his head away, he looks up this time. He finds himself looking childishly for the doves again, knowing well that they don’t really fly around at night, but he settles for the full moon instead. It’s pretty bright tonight, seemingly closer than usual, and Levi can make out the shapes on its surface all the way from where he mortally sits.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

His eyes gravitate towards you, but you don’t look back at him this time around. You’re too distracted, it seems, because the smile is back on your face, and there is a precious wrinkle on the side of your eye. You take a deep breath, universe-filled eyes looking up contently, and something warm tumbles in his chest. 

It’s been so long since he had someone up here with him. 

“It is.”

#i didn't proofread this #this is longer than i planned #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi aot #levi x y/n #snk levi #levi comfort #aot drabbles #levi drabble #snk #levi ackerman x you #aot comfort