#I feel stronger as far as my spine is concerned

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Positively unstoppable (Halsin Silverbough x reader)

synopsis: It is the height of bear mating season and with the heat around all of you, you and your group are forces to stop traveling for a while. Well, it seems your lover is not quite comfortable telling you it is mating season as he is scared you are weirded out. Yet he also can´t hold himself back when faced with you.

warnings: p in v sex, mating press, Halsin in heat should be his own warning, some bear like behaviour ig, basically porn without plot, kinda fluff at the end, afab reader

word count: 1.5k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @foxyanon

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A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon that requested Halsin in heat as soon as they saw my post about researching bear mating season for this <3

Dividers by me

The heat of the height of summer was burning down harsh upon your traveling bodies, bringing your party to a screeching halt when the only thing possible, was to put up camp and find a way to cool down your overheating forms. As soon as your tent is set up, you decide to head to the river nearby, wanting to cool down in the little lake it ended in.

Only after you rid yourself of the clothing and stepped into the water, you notice the towering form of Halsin sitting close by already, his eyes focused on the flow and movement of the river. From the movement of his shoulders, it was clear that he was breathing deeply, most likely meditating. For a moment you contemplate going over to him, but when you look back to where he sat Halsin was already gone. Or so you thought until the water began to ripple into small waves upon the druid stepping into it. He looks tense. More than usual and for sure more than the past couple of weeks, which honestly you didn´t think was possible.

“Are you feeling well? You have been behaving differently for quite some time now.” You voice your concern quietly as to not disturb the peace of the nature surrounding the two of you.

“I can assure you, that I am feeling quite alright.” His words hold relatively little meaning in the face of the way he borderline flinches away from your touch as you begin to run the water over his warm skin. Or the voice that comes out is gruff, yet you can feel his breath hitch just the slightest bit. Immediately you pulled your hands away from him, trying to see through him. A futile attempt so you take his hands in yours and look him deep in the eyes.

"Love, I would be fine even if you told me, you do not wish to talk about it, but just tell me truthfully. Are you alright?" Looking into his eyes, Halsin's pupils have swallowed almost all the green that surrounds them.

In what you perceive as just a sweet attempt to calm your worries, the tall man leans down to rest his forehead against yours, while holding your chin in one gentle hand.

"I am fine." He put emphasis on every word he speaks.

But you are so close and your scent so much stronger than the rest of the year, singing to him in the most irresistible tones. It all made the druid unable to keep himself from nuzzling your face and neck, thus eliciting a so far successfully held back moan and a shiver of arousal runs down your spine. A ripple of pleasure runs through your entire body when he begins to nibble on the tender skin.

"Halsin..." His name trembles from your tongue.

"You're mine." He only growls in return.

It's a rarely seen show of possession from your lover and all the more powerful whispered in the low baritone of his affected voice.

Halsin picks you up as if you weigh nothing and lays you in the grass at the riverbank and doesn't waste a second to crawl on top of you. With one swift motion he hooks his large, muscular arms into the hollow of your knees to lay them over his shoulders.

"Damn it, I cannot wait any longer. Your folds simply feel too immaculate." The druid breathes out the trembling words as he rubs his hard cock between your folds to tease the sensitive bundle of nerves atop it with his tip.

With one strong push and a sigh that fans his hot breath over your ear and cheek, Halsin bottoms out inside your tight cunt. In turn, your walls flutter around his thick member and your back arches until your chest squishes your legs even more between the two of you. 

"Oh, you feel so good inside of me. Always stretch me out so much it's like my cunt will take the shape of your cock one day." You babble mindlessly as you get used to the stretch that feels like it threatens to split you in two.

Halsin doesn't give you much time to get used to his massive size as he sets for an ambitious pace, pushing into your core painfully over and over again until your pained whimpers and moans turn into sounds of pleasure and begging for more.

"Please do not ever stop." You cry out as Halsin's massive paw of a hand begins to pinch and twist your nipples, losing control of himself a bit more and taking the pace and intensity of his thrusts up a notch. One of your hand buried its nails in his shoulder to attempt to ground yourself, while the other grips and lightly pulls on his hair. Immediately your companion leans down to seal your lips with his, kissing you with teeth and tongue. The moment your lips meet, he is positively unstoppable.

You get pushed into the grass with his whole weight, his balls slap against your ass cheeks as you get rocked back and forth by inhumanely, animalistic thrusts. The wet sounds of the tip of Halsin´s cock bullying your most sensitive spot, drenching it in your juices as a result and making the sounds of your hips slapping against each other wetter as time went on. It felt so good that the brain fog soon took over, rendering you unable to kiss him back any longer.

“Nothing feels so divine as your tight walls fluttering around my cock.” Your brain barely registers the words the druid huffs against your lips before kissing you again. Unwavering despite the fact your lips hang open ever so slightly to make way for shaky breaths and high pitched, eager whines.

“Fuck, I can feel you are close, my love. Your cunt could not possibly squeeze me any tighter.” Halsin lets out another insatiable growl, before he coaxes the first peak out of your body. Revelling in the sight of you being shaken by the waves of pleasure he provides.

“Halsin…” You moan the druids name like a mantra, like a quiet prayer to your own personal god that simply continued to bless you with the pleasure that still caused your body to tremble in the aftershocks of climax.

Two more peaks he pulls from your body until you are nothing but a puddle of panting breaths overstimulated cries and a lose grip that tries to hold onto his shoulders, to hold your legs where he put them. Only then Halsin bottoms out inside of you once more. Buried as deep as he can, with his thick tip kissing the opening to your womb, he shoots a great amount of his seed into you. Together the two of you stay intermingled for what feels like an eternity. With your arms wrapped around the other to hold them close as you breathe in the air that the other lets out until you both feel dizzy. The druid wipes the sheen of sweat from your forehead with the greatest care and strokes a lost strand of hair behind your ear, while all you can do is to fight the brain fog and keep his eye contact. Those sage coloured eyes you loved so much, gently get you back to reality, where there is nothing left but to giggle until you burst into full on satisfied laughter.

“Hah, I had a feeling you would go insane on me one day. Yet I never would have imagined it would happen after I laid with you.” Halsin jests as he sits back on his haunches and taps your thighs to motion for you to assist him in sitting you up as well.

You follow his wordless command and sit up, wincing when there is a dull sensation shooting through your core.

“Do you feel aright, my love?” He asks with his eyebrows suddenly knitted together in concern.

“Yes, love. Positively spend, but fine nonetheless and you need not worry about my state of mind any time soon.” You lean forward to place a peck on the tip of your companion’s nose. “I was merely overwhelmed with the content feeling that floods me whenever I am near you and did not know how else to handle it. In fairness one should think I would have learned it by now, but I am far from it. It still is so hard to believe I am lucky enough to be able to call you mine.”

Gratefully you accept the small pouch of water that Halsin hands you and take a few sips, before handing it back.

“I understand what you mean. Sometimes it all feels like it is too good to be true. Like being on the verge of waking up from the most beautiful dream.” The soft voice of your lover makes you feel all fuzzy inside with how effortlessly he understands.

“Exactly, like being on the verge of waking up from the most immaculate dream.”

#halsin #halsin bg3 #druid halsin #halsin silverbough #halsin x reader #halsin bg3 x reader #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfic #baldurs gate 3 fanfic

[formulapai]

HOSPITAL TRIP

part of the BROTHER IN LAW series

scenario: she wasn’t hurt that bad, they were just over-exaggerating..

warning: hospital, vomit, falling down the stairs, minor concussion

pai’s words: it sounds really bad but it’s NOT I promise. also, my brothers call me “ma puce” quite often, which is a REALLY known nickname in France, and it literally translates to “my flea” and it’s ?? weird ?? so I translated it as “sweetie” to match the vibe ! ALSO I had a concussion once when I was younger because one of them pushed me into a wall while riding a bike, fun times 👍🏻

based on a true story (I broke my pinky and my brothers acted like I was on deathbed, calling my UNCLES to tell them all about it 💀💀💀)

“Bon Océ, tu fais quoi là?” (Océ, what are you doing?)

She hears her twin brother’s exasperated grumble as she finishes getting ready, fastening her new heels’ strap around her ankle.

“Roh ca va Thuthur, je suis prête!” (Cmon it’s fine Thuthur, I’m ready)

She excitedly runs out of her room and down the stairs, ready to go to the restaurant with her brother. They’re joining their mum and older brothers there for their weekly dinner. Or well, they should have been, but the night’s plan are forgotten as Arthur sees her sister tripping in the stairs and miserably falling down. She’s at the bottom of them when he finally unfreezes and rushes to her, screaming her name. The woman stays unmoving but awake for a few seconds, too stunned to comprehend what has happened.

“Oh putain, ça va ma puce ?” (Oh fuck, you alright sweetie?)

Océane snorts and holds a thumbs up, trying to get up but quickly realizing her mistakes. She groans as pain shoots up her spine and bangs around her head. Damn, maybe her fall was a little worse than she thought. Her brother holds her as she sits up and grits her teeth as the banging in her head grows stronger. He sees right through her game and shakes his head.

“Va sur le canapé, je les préviens qu’on va être en retard.” (Go sit on the couch, I’m telling them we’re going to be late)

She tries to do as he said but isn’t able to get far as her vision goes black and she slumps back on the ground in a frankly humiliating position that she KNOWS her brother would have made fun of her for if it was any other situation. Once her vision is back, she finally manages to get up towards the couch and lets herself fall on it with a sigh. She slowly looks over at whatever she can see of her body, noticing that nothing seems broken or even bruised and she thanks her lucky star for it. In the back of her mind, she pictures Pierre nagging at her for choosing the very own shoes he told her to be careful with. Of course she didn’t listen, and of course she should have. It’s a known fact she’s the clumsiest person ever.

“Bon, j’ai prévenu Maman, tu te sens comment?” (Alright, I’ve told mom, how are you feeling?)

He sits next to her and does a quick visual checkup, coming to the same conclusion as hers.

“Ca va, ca va, juste un peu mal à la tête.” (I’m fine, I’m fine, just a headache)

Arthur frowns at that, concern written on his face.

“T’es sûre que ca ira ? ‘Fin tu sais, ils nous disent toujours de faire gaffe à ca justement, les cervicales, tout ca..” (You sure it’s going to be fine ? I mean, they always tell us to be careful about this, cervical impact and all)

Océane snorts, of course he’s going to compare her fall to the extreme risks of his job. As if she’s that hurt. She shakes her head but quickly regrets it when buzzing fills her ears and she’s hit with a wave of nausea. Quickly getting up despite her state, the sister rushes to the bathroom and kneels in front of the toilet. Her head is so loud, her vision doesn’t seem to be working as she’d like, and in the midst of it all, she can still hear her twin’s voice as he rushes after her. He stops at the door and waits for her to finish, ready to help her if needed. He knows something is definitely wrong, she probable hit her head during the fall.

“Bon, je previens Maman que je t’emmene aux urgences” (Well, I’m telling mom I’m taking you to the ER)

The other twin spits the water she was gurgling and turns around, eyes wide and arms crossed.

“Non mais tu vas pas m’emmener aux urgences pour une chute ?” (You are so not taking me to the ER because I fell?)

Arthur stands his ground and levels her with a glare, his mind already made up. She scoffs as she goes back to the living room, taking her phone and seeing messages from her brothers and his boyfriend. She’s about to answer to some of them when her phone lights up with a call from Lorenzo that she’s quick to accept.

“Va à l’hopital ma puce” (Go to the hospital, sweetie)

“Tu vas pas t’y mettre aussi Enzo, c’est n’importe quoi” (Not you too Enzo, it’s bullshit)

“Non mais il a raison, ca peut etre grave ! Vaut mieux prévenir que guérir.” (But he’s right, it can be serious. Better be safe than sorry)

In the corner of her eyes, she sees Arthur smiling triumphantly as he listens to the conversation and already has her bag in his hands, ready to go.

“Mais Enzo, je suis juste tombée, je suis meme pas blessée !” (Cmon Enzo, I just fell, I’m not even hurt)

Océane hears shuffling on the other side of the phone and rolls her eyes as Charles comes to the phone.

“Océ ! Va au moins voir si tout va bien, je t’emmène à ton café préféré demain si t’y vas !” (Océ, at least go there to check if everything’s fine, I’m taking you to your favorite cafe if you do)

“Bon ok, mais si je me fais disputer par les infirmieres parce que je gache leur temps, je dis que c’est de votre faute !” (Fine, but if the nurses tell me off for wasting their time I’m telling them it’s because of you guys)

She faintly hears her mother laughing as she hangs up and turns to her brother, vision becoming blurry once again. She doesn’t pay any mind to it and gets up, walking towards the front door and towards his brother’s Ferrari. Dumb boys and their dumb obsession with the Italian cars. As soon as they’re on their way, her phone’s connected to the radio, yet another person calls her. She shakes her head and answers, the car radio coming alive.

“Mon ange, j’ai eu Charlo au telephone, c’est quoi cette histoire encore ? Tu vas bien ?” (My angel, Charlo called me, what’s this all about ? Are you okay ?)

Arthur snorts and decides to expose her and her damn shoes, how she fell and pretty much every details there is to know about it. She’s very tempted to take the steering wheel and crash the car.

“Bref, on va pas en faire tout un plat, je suis tombée et ils exagerent, comme d’habitude.” (Anyway, no need to blabber about it, I fell and they’re overreacting, as usual)

Pierre chuckles and stays on the phone with them until they arrive at the ER’s parking lot, making his girlfriend promise to keep him updated. Arthur leads them towards the desk, her dizziness returning once she’s out of the car, and explains the story to the nurse there, turning towards his twin to see if she needs to add something. Océane tells her symptoms, how she feels as if her head is going to explode, how she felt sparks shoot up her spine when she fell and the pin just stayed in her head after that. They wait for a few moments, the waiting room surprisingly empty. Her brother distracts her and launches into a monologue about whatever game he discovered with his friends the night before during a livestream. It’s not long before she’s called over, having a nurse do a simple checkup on her, shining a light in her eyes, taking her temperature, the basics. Only later, when a doctor enters the room to tell her the diagnostic, she softly laughs. The professional assures her that it was a good thing they insisted on having her come to the hospital and sends her off with a few instructions.

“Un trauma cranien, TRES leger!” (A concussion, a very minor one)

Arthur shoots up his seat and joins you towards the exit, blabbering about how they were so right, how she absolutely needs to rest and drink and acting as if she’s a one year old. The nail in the coffin is when he insists on calling her boyfriend to tell her he needs to come ASAP to take care of her because “it’s his job as your boyfriend !”. They argue all the way back to the apartment and even after they arrive, the twin brother insisting on having her laying in bed for the rest of the evening.

“Arthur, t’es saoulant là, sincerement” (Arthur, you’re annoying, sincerely)

But he’s gone before she can finish the sentence, so she grumpily settles on the bed and waits. Of course he took her phone, claiming that the screen was going to worsen the situation. Again, for a minor concussion. A simple minor concussion. She’s soon lost in her thoughts, not hearing when voices are suddenly coming from the entryway, not even noticing the soft knock on her door. She does notice her boyfriend’s very amused face as he looks down on her.

“Non mais je reve, dis moi qu’il t’a pas dit de venir ?” (I hope I’m dreaming and he didn’t tell you to come)

Pierre’s facade breaks and he cackles loudly, slapping his thigh. He proceeds to tell her everyone is downstairs, her brothers absolutely serious in their worry, her mother enjoying the chaos and laughing silently. Océane decides the best to do is ignore it all and lets her lover climbs into the bed with her, enjoying the butterfly kisses he leaves on her head.

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly fluff #arthur leclerc #arthur leclerc fluff #arthur leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #f1 fluff #f1 imagine

[sturnish]

𝜗𝜚⋆ LOCKER ROOM 𝜗𝜚⋆ | | ⋆˚࿔ Chris Sturniolo 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

ᡣ𐭩 | Warnings - Smut ᡣ𐭩 | Summary - Chris Sturniolo gets into a fight with a guy who called y/n hot in a hockey game and Y/n helps him "release his anger" on her in the locker room.

The moment Chris sees the guy who had the audacity to cat call me, his fists clench in anger. He gives him a death glare before shoving him hard against the wall. The guy tries to retaliate, but Chris is quicker and stronger. He pins the guy to the ground, landing several solid punches to his face. The refs finally manage to break it up, but I can tell Chris is far from done.

He storms off the ice and into the locker room, slamming the door behind him. I follow him, my heart racing with a mixture of fear and concern. When I find him, he's already tearing off his equipment in a fit of rage.

"Chris?" I say hesitantly, approaching him. He turns to face me, his eyes blazing with anger. His chest heaves up and down as he struggles to catch his breath. "Are you okay?" He growls and grabs me roughly by the shoulders, pulling me closer. "No, I'm not fucking okay!" he shouts, "That asshole."

I can feel the anger rolling off him in waves, and I know there's only one way to help him let it go. I take a deep breath and summon up the courage to say, "If it'll make you feel better, Chris… I'll help you relieve some of that anger." His eyes narrow as he studies my face, and then he lets out a harsh laugh. "You think you can handle me, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice laced with doubt. "I can handle whatever you give me," I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. There's something in my voice that must reassure him, because he releases me from his grasp and backs up a step. His eyes flicker over my body, taking in my curves, and I can see the hunger burning in them. "All right, then," he growls. "Let's see what you're made of." And before I can even react, he spins me around and slams me against the locker, pinning my arms above my head. I gasp as the air is forced from my lungs, feeling the cold metal dig into my back. I can feel his erection pressing against my ass, and it takes everything I have not to moan. His other hand moves down between my legs, roughly parting my folds. I arch my hips into his touch, unable to help myself. "That's it, sweetheart," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Let me feel how wet you are for me." He slides one finger inside me, stretching me, and I cry out, my hips bucking wildly against his touch. "Fuck, you're so tight." He curls his finger, finding my G-spot, and I scream, my body shuddering with pleasure. My nails scrape against the locker door, leaving little lines in the paint as I struggle to hold on to some semblance of control. "That's it," he whispers, his hot breath fanning across my ear. "Let go, let me make you feel good." He thrusts his finger deeper inside me, finding a rhythm that has me seeing stars. I can feel my orgasm building, growing closer with each passing second. "Chris!" I scream, my voice echoing through the empty locker room. "I'm gonna come!" He answers by thrusting his finger harder, faster, and I collapse against the locker, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. "Fuck, you're so good," he growls, his voice low and rough. He withdraws his hand, only to push his hard length against my aching entrance. I moan at the sensation of being filled, of being claimed by him. He starts to move, slowly at first, but picking up speed as he finds a rhythm that matches the frantic beat of my heart.

"Are you enjoying this?" he demands, his voice harsh with lust. "Tell me how much you want it." "I want it," I manage to gasp between breaths. "I want you, Chris." He groans, and the sound vibrates against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He begins to move faster, harder, his thrusts more forceful as he loses control. I can feel him building toward his own release, and when it comes, it's sudden and intense. He growls and slams into me one final time, his body shuddering against mine as he cums. We stand there, panting and sweaty, our hearts racing as we try to catch our breath. Finally, he pulls out of me and releases my arms. I slump forward, my forehead resting on the cool metal of the locker. He places a gentle hand on my back, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. "You okay?" he whispers. "Yeah," I manage to reply

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #smut #christopher sturniolo #chris smut #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo

[bun-z-bakery]

A/N: whooo finally posted everything I've written so far for this story ^^ ofc there's more I gotta post BUT we're getting somewhere!

My Angel Doesn't Need Wings (6)

The feeling of pain courses through your body, forcing you to wake from your unsolicited slumber. You instantly realize you're not in the same area as before or even remotely close to it. It took you a few seconds to remember how you got here, once you remember, the image of that creature watching you from the shadows sends a shiver down your spine.

It brought me here

At this point, it feels like you're wandering aimlessly. Home Sweet Home wasn't exactly welcoming, and the chill in the air made you feel like you were being watched.

So many eyes were on you and this time you knew you weren't imagining it. Sighing happily you open the door, leaving home sweet home the same way you came in, you only managed to take two steps before you're tackled onto the floor and pinned down by a pink blur.

"H-hey it's me!"

Kissy Missy holds you down as you try to squirm away, she was stronger than you had thought.

"NO! NO! LET THEM GO!"

That familiar voice fills your ears, you weren't exactly too happy with her but you're glad she was there to help you.

"THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!!"

Kissy Missy moves off of you and helps you stand

"You're alive?! That train situation wasn't cool. What even happened?!"

You ask as you dust yourself off and straighten out your filthy and now-tattered outfit.

"It... It's a long story"

"Well I'd like an explanation"

It was more of a demand, your guard was up once again.

“You’ve been through so much… you deserve an explanation. Come on.”

She explains what you should've been filled in on a while ago. Nothing in this place makes sense and this just made it worse, you had more questions but little time to spare. Catnap, Ollie, and the prototype were new names you've never heard before, one was a friend but the other two sounded like more trouble for you.

‧₊ ๑˚.・

The sound of a phone ringing catches your attention, hesitantly you answer

"Hey... Hey can you hear me?"

A kid?!

"H-hey kiddo, ya lost?"

You're concern for him was evident, how could a child survive down here? Especially in a place like this?

"You look kinda lost. I don't want you to die- so I'm gonna help you!"

His cheerful attitude made you smile, it made you feel something after being trapped here for who knows how long...

‧₊ ๑˚.・

Ollie was able to aid you the best he could from wherever he was. If anything he helped you get further than you would've on your own. The thought of a kid being trapped down here for who knows how long makes you shiver, it makes you wonder how he even got here or managed to survive for so long on his own.

‧₊ ๑˚.・

"Crap!" Your blood rushes as sweat runs down your face. You thought the schoolhouse would be a safe place to rest if you found an empty room, but you were far wrong.

Ms.Delight was the one who roams around the school and she was horrifying; her damaged condition made the sight of her even worse.

The clicking of heels echoing behind you is hot on your tail.

"I'm gonna make it! I'm gonna make it!"

You chant as you bolt towards the room just ahead. As soon as you make it you notice there's a lever next to the entry you have no idea what it did but you pull it in hopes it still works.

You gasp and cover your mouth, gagging at the terrible crunching sound that fills your ears.

Ms.Delight was crushed under the heavy metal door. The disgusting sound of metal and plastic being crushed would haunt you for a long time. 

You move your trembling hand from your mouth and stand there, staring at her destroyed form. You back away hesitantly from the scene and sprint away.

At this point it felt like you were walking in some sort of endless maze, the hallway you found yourself in was odd, it was eerily quiet and the smell of blood was as strong as a freshly painted room.

Did they use these...as prisons?

You scan what you believe to be cells, slowly making your way through the halls, until a voice stops you.

"You..." The voice made you whip your head around, you weren't sure what you were expecting but it wasnt this...

"You're Poppy's angel, come to save us." His voice rasped. He was strung up by belts, he was mangled, filthy, and obviously left for dead. The state of him made your heartache.

"Nothing left to save, not here–" he was abruptly cut off by the weight of his arm hitting the floor. You cut the decaying belt with your switchblade. 

"Angel, please–" he pleaded as you cut the other belt and snapped. 

"NO!" Your response came out harsher than expected, but it caught his attention. He tries using his arms to sit up and stares at you; the despair in his eyes is as clear as day. 

 

"The amount of death and suffering I've seen here is enough to last all of us a lifetime," you begin as you crouch down to meet him.

"I've been helped this far by those who are tapped as well." 

You gently pet his matted ear.

"So now it's my job to do the same. No one gets left behind."

The dog sniffled as if he were holding back tears. 

"We have to go, now!" He pointed back at the little toys you both were familiar with.

"Hold on to me!"

"Wha–"

"Please there's no time!"

He cuts you off and you quickly hop onto his back, you two just barely escape the small critters.

You felt terrible that he had to drag part of himself on the floor but it couldn't be helped. You took note of his arms, they were trembling, but he did his best to keep moving.

"HOLD ON!"

You had no time to react, your body jerked as he took a sharp turn, it was difficult for you to properly take aim and use your flare hand to ward off the toys but somehow you managed to hit a few. The tight squeeze of the tunnels gave you flashbacks to when you first got here, you hate being in such a tight space and being chased through them.

"They're gaining on us!"

You shout as you try to shoot another flare at them.

"A jump is coming! Hold on!"

You brace yourself for the jump and your bodies bounce as you both make contact with the platform.

The landing was rough but you're glad you both made it. You two try to catch your breath and you make an attempt to stand, but suddenly you're back on the floor and entrapped in a tight embrace.

"Angel, you're amazing, you freed me, you... You saved me!"

His hug becomes tighter once you wrap your arms around him. "Angel" seems to be a nickname they gave you upon arriving. If it gave them even a sliver of hope, then you didn't mind being their "angel". The giant dog sobs onto your shoulder as you carefully pet him, gently reminding him he's safe now. 

 

"What's your name?"

He perks his ears up but remains silent for a moment.

"My name... is DogDay..." The hesitation in his voice made you question his intentions, but once you recognized him, you hug him tighter and smile into his chest.

"Nice to finally meet you, DogDay!"

As much as you hate to admit it, he was a bit terrifying compared to his animated counterpart that you grew up hearing stories of. But you put aside your fear to comfort the giant dog, you're his angel after all.

#bun z writes #dogday x y/n #sunnyangel #dogday #dogday x reader #poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #guess you could say we rode him

[hederasgarden]

I'll Be Your Fantasy

Summary: Rhett helps you play out a new fantasy.  Pairing Rhett Abbott x F!Reader  Word Count: 2.4K Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Consensual non consent role play, rope bondage, chase kink,  strong breeding kink, fingering, and unprotected PIV sex.  A/N: Sequel to The Trouble with Books. Thank you @mayhem24-7forever and @callsign-phoenixf or beta’ing. @callsignhurricane made the beautiful banner. Reblogs and comments feed the muse.

You feel a little ridiculous wandering around in the dark, wearing one of those god-awful prairie dresses from Target and an old pair of cowboy boots. Dressing up for the part seemed like a fun idea at the time but now you just feel silly. You rub your hands over your arms and shiver. It’s cool out tonight and the waning moon provides very little light to see by, though the stars are beautiful and bright.

Somewhere far in the distance you hear a cowdog howl and the flutter of wings in the trees past the fence line. Every little sound makes you jump and look around, trying to determine where Rhett might be hiding. Although you discussed your limits and concerns in minute detail with him, he kept this part purposefully vague. Just told you to take a walk in the west pasture.

That was nearly 15 minutes ago.

"You look lost, darlin."

You start at the sound of Rhett's voice, an even stronger drawl to his words than normal. Squinting into the darkness, you search for him but find nothing. You know he’s close and that thought sends a thrill of anticipation through you.

“You’re far too pretty to be walking around these parts by yourself,” he continues. A branch snaps and bushes rustle nearby. “Liable to get snatched up by something awful."

Your brow furrows, his wording was vaguely familiar. Wait, was he actually quoting the dialogue to you?

"I'm just uh lost, sir," you say. It’s not the exact line but it was close enough. “Can you help me?” You ask, feeling ridiculous at how rote the words sound coming from you compared to Rhett.

A little seed of doubt and anxiety settle in your stomach. You wonder suddenly if maybe this was going to be better in theory than practice. You’d been looking forward to this for weeks, taking your time to plan it and research it with Rhett. Just the act of talking about it had been enough to get the two of you going most nights but now you felt silly. There was nothing sexy about two idiots standing in a field quoting bad dialogue.

"I think I’d like to help myself instead,'' comes his voice, closer this time. You spin around and take a step back directly into a pair of strong arms that lock around your stomach. “You’d make a fine wife for my homestead," Rhett purrs in your ear.

That line, one of your favorites from the book, sends a shiver of desire down your spine, and does the trick of dislodging that lingering awkwardness you feel. Your eyes flutter, taking in his familiar musk as he drags his nose down the side of your throat, lips following after. The cool air on your wet skin makes you moan.

When Rhett speaks next his voice is soft, the tone familiar to you. “Think this is the part where you struggle,” he prompts.

“Oh,” you say and he laughs quietly. “Sorry,” you whisper, feeling just a little bad when you drop your elbow back with enough force to make him grunt and loosen his hold.

You slip from his arms and take off running along the fence line, letting it guide you. There’s a new kind of thrill that zips through your body when you hear Rhett come after you, his footfalls heavy and breathing labored. It blooms under your skin, igniting a spark of anticipation and want. You hardly feel the cold air in your lungs or the way your muscles burn as you run to escape him.

He’ll have you soon, stronger and faster than you are and with a body bred for this type of endurance. Yours was meant for soft things and there’s no way you’ll outrun him, but you are determined to make him work for it. To earn you. The thought of him breathless and ravenous for you is enough to give you an extra push.

“Come back here, girl,” he pants, voice ringing out in the air.

He closes in on you a second later, his fingertips grazing your shoulder. You bank sharply to the right and the surprise move leaves him scrambling. He curses under his breath, sounding angry and that sends a sharp wave of desire through your core. You both know he’ll have you soon, your pace already slowing due to exhaustion.

You start to look over your shoulder when his heavy weight knocks into you, sending you both to the ground. Rhett rolls at the last minute, taking the brunt of the impact so you end up laying on top of him. You’re both panting, breathing hard but before you can blink he has you under him, your wrists in a solid hold. His grip is firmer than you expect, almost bordering on painful. When you tug against it there’s no give and he smirks down at you.

“Got nowhere to go,” he tells you.

He shifts down your body to kneel over you, his knees on either side of your thighs.

“Let go of me,” you yell, thrashing under him.

Your legs kick out and you try to twist your body to escape him but it’s no use. He’s stronger than you in every way and that realization sends a rush of something sweet and sharp between your legs. You scream and you can see for a second that the sound surprises him. He’s quick to go along with it though, pressing his free hand against your mouth to muffle your cries.

“Stop your fussin',” he grits out. “This is happening.”

It’s a heady feeling to have him use his full strength against you and to realize just how powerful your sweet boyfriend truly is. Even better is knowing he’d stop the moment you told him to. The thrill of that renews your fight and you thrash your head back and forth a few more times before finally quieting down. You’re trembling all over in excitement, gazing up at him as you wait for his next move.

“That’s a good girl,” Rhett says and oh, that deep drawl he affects goes straight to your core. “You gonna be quiet if I remove my hand?”

You nod and breathe in deeply after his hand disappears from your mouth. He strokes your jaw and throat tenderly. “Color?” He whispers.

“Green,” you tell him, trading a soft smile with him.

He nods and leans back. The only sign you’re resuming your game is when that sweet expression on his face evaporates into something darker. You start to struggle again but he’s quicker, grasping one shoulder and bunching the fabric of your dress at your waist with the other. With a grunt he pulls hard, forcing you to roll on your stomach. Your arms are trapped under your body. He pries each one out, holding them to the small of your back. When you feel the rough spun rope wrap around your wrists you press your thighs together and jerk your hips forward, a little moan falling from your lips.

"Time to break you in,” he tells you, groping down your side to get a handful of your ass.

“Please, don’t,” you beg, the illusion ruined by the way you roll your hips against the ground, seeking something to ease your need.

“Keep begging, girl. I like those sounds,” he tells you.

He shifts his weight, pinning you to the ground while he moves lower and gets a knee between your thighs. He nudges them apart until he can kneel between your splayed legs. The hand on your wrists disappears and you tug at the rope but nothing happens. Rhett’s an expert at this and you’re trapped until he cuts you free.

“I wanna see that sweet little cunt,” he continues, grabbing the hem of your dress and wrenching hard, splitting the fabric and baring you to his gaze. You purposely didn’t wear underwear, a fact you neglected to tell him. His response is a soft little inhale of surprise that you love.

You groan when you feel his fingers slipping through your folds. You’re already ridiculously wet from the chase and his filthy words. You hardly need any help from him to grow slick enough to take him.

“S-stop,” you moan.

“We’ll stop when I want,” he tells you, gripping your thigh and forcing your legs wider.

Somewhere between the first and second finger you’ve ceased your struggles, pushing back greedily for more. He hasn’t even touched your clit but you’re coming anyway with a low whine. Behind you he chuckles, pulling his hand free. You hear him lick his fingers clean, a satisfied hum resonating in his throat.

“Color?” He asks.

“Green, so green,” you tell him, making him laugh softly.

He strokes your lower back and you sigh, relaxing until the clink off his belt buckle sets off another wave of want. You tug at the ropes, trying to lift your chest off the ground. A hand on the back of your neck stops you and he tuts in warning.

“Get on your knees,” he commands.

“No, please don’t,” you beg, gasping when he delivers a harsh smack to your ass.

“Gonna teach you to listen to me like a good wife should. Knees, girl,” he says again.

In the book there was more begging but you’re too desperate to have his cock in you to prolong the game any further. The second you rise up, one of his hands grips your bound wrists and the other settles on your hip. He wastes no time burying himself inside you with a single powerful thrust that dredges up a deep moan from your chest. He feels so good and your eyes close, mouth hanging open while he fucks you, hard and fast.

"You'll take me like this every night," he groans, grinding himself inside you. "Pliant and sweet."

“No,” you say weakly, your hands curling into a fist as he plunges in and out of you without pause.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you every chance I get," he moans, curling his body over yours. You clench hard at that line. Even though it’s not from the book, you don’t mind because it’s working for you. “Keep you so fucking full of me.”

“Yes, Rhett, yes,” you moan, all pretense of playing your part gone.

You're lost in the sensations he’s creating, the rough drag of his cock in and out of your cunt, and how he uses the grip on your wrists to bring your body back to meet his thrusts. You feel free, lighter than you ever have before. There are no choices here for you but one, to let him use you how he wants and needs.

“Fuck,” Rhett grunts, his thrusts growing sloppy and erratic. He’s close and so are you.

“Please,” you beg, teetering on the edge of that sharp cliff that will give you everything you want. Then he suddenly stills. A broken little sob falls from your lips. You need him so badly.

“Easy, girl.” He’s panting hard and you push back at him desperately. “Gonna try something, alright?”

You nod, trembling all over. Rhett shifts back onto his haunches and grasps your bound wrists. He tugs you back towards him until you’re half seated on his lap and then he wraps an arm around your middle, holding you tightly to him. You inhale sharply, the new position lodging his cock deeper inside you. Rhett trails his lips down the side of your throat,mouthing at that juncture between your neck and shoulder. You wiggle your hips and whine.

“Please, Rhett. I need, I need,” you babble, your words cut off when he jerks up into you.

The move jostles your whole body and your hands, trapped between your back and his chest, grasp at the material of his shirt. Rhett keeps pumping up into you, and that combined with the fingers that drop to play with your clit have you coming hard on his cock, your whole body locking up with a delirious kind of pleasure. He groans against your skin and a second later you feel him come in a hot rush. You swirl your hips, grinding on him to prolong your ecstasy. He responds by sinking his teeth into your skin hard enough to leave a mark and make you shudder. It’s everything you need, you never want it to end but eventually, he pulls his teeth from your neck and stills your hips, sounding pained.

“Color?” He asks, hoarsely.

“Green,” you reply, just as breathless.

“I’m gonna cut the ropes, alright?”

You nod, sighing in relief when you’re free. You rub your wrists, knowing without looking that the skin is probably irritated. Even though there’s an ache in your shoulders as well, you don’t mind, your body’s still humming with pleasure. Rhett rubs your arms and nuzzles your cheek.

“Gonna stand you up, okay?” He asks, waiting for your verbal response before moving.

It’s awkward getting to your feet and you wince as he slides out of you. A trickle of cum seeps from your core. When you sway on your legs Rhett steadies you, holding on tightly until you’ve got your footing. Then he walks around to face you, smiling. You return it, feeling a little embarrassed but happy.

“I brought some wipes and a change of clothes for you, but it’s a ways back. You made it farther than I thought,” he says, sounding amused. “The feint at the last moment was clever.”

“Mmm,” you agree. “I couldn’t make it easy on you.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” he says, grasping your chin and pulling you towards him for a long, slow kiss.

When you part, you grin up at him. “All that baby talk part was new,” you say.

“Seemed to fit the part,” he tells you, scratching his jaw and looking away. “You have your kinks and I have mine.”

"Do you want to put a baby in me Rhett Abbott?"You ask, amused.

"Maybe. What if I did want that?" He returns, making a steady kind of eye contact that has your belly flipping over.

"Wouldn't mind it," you whisper back.

"I'd have to make you my wife first," he says, pulling you towards his body. His fingers stroke along your lower back as he gazes at you. "Not just for our little game. A ring and a real wedding, I reckon."

“I reckon you should,” you tell him, curling your arm over his shoulder and pulling him down to kiss you again.

✥

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into the deep - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: There’s something hiding under the sea in the cove that Y/N visits. Something that knows her name. Pairing: Siren!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: 18+ Please, this is a dark fic! Implied drowning/death, kidnapping, blood, violence and wounds, manipulation and dubcon, specifically kissing. Also mentions of Y/N seeing things that aren’t there or at least, she thinks they aren’t there. Again, if you have a fear of the sea, this is not the story for you! As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Wow, another water based fic from me? Shocking, I know. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

One cold, moonlit night, Y/N sits on the sand, leaning back against a rock. The cool water laps around her legs as she sinks her toes into the sand. Looking out across the horizon, the silvery moonlight shining down on the water, Y/N sighs happily. She loves coming to this cove. She can take some time to herself to collect her thoughts here. It’s her own special place, hidden away from humanity, and the villagers who exclude her, despite her attempts to fit in. Nobody here understands her. But at the cove, she can be herself, with nobody here to judge her. She can’t believe people say it’s cursed, and that there’s something dangerous here, ready to snatch away anyone who strays too far or who dives too deep. As far as Y/N’s concerned, they’re just fairy stories, cautionary tales told by parents to keep their children away from the water. There’s nothing dangerous about this place. Not when it’s so beautiful, and when it provides her with a place to relax when it all gets too much. As the hours pass, Y/N sits there in peace, listening to the rhythmic lapping of the water against her legs, and against the rocks beside her. 

And then she hears something. The noise is so quiet, she has to take a moment to adjust. At first, she thinks it’s just the wind, her tired mind playing tricks on her and making her hear things that aren’t there. But then she hears it again. It’s faint, but there’s definitely a whisper in the wind. “Hello? Is there someone there?” She looks around, but there is nobody to be seen. Y/N chuckles. It’s definitely her brain playing tricks on her. And that means it’s time for her to go home. Yet, as she stands up and collects her things, she hears the whisper again. 

“Y/N….” the noise causes the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up, and a chill runs down her spine. This time, it’s not caused by the chilly sea breeze. “Y/N….”

“It’s just my imagination.” She murmurs, hurriedly wrapping her sweater closer around her body. “Now it’s definitely time to go home.” 

Yet as she turns and begins the walk home, she can’t help but hear the whisper once more, and notice how the water seems to ripple differently…almost as if something is under there. Something that’s watching her.

Since that night, Y/N has been unable to get the cove out of her mind. Every night, she dreams of its silvery water, and whatever is lurking beneath it. Whatever it is, it knows her name.

“Y/N….” The voice still haunts her every waking moment, tempting her back and making goosebumps appear on every inch of her skin. And this time, it has a new message for her. “Come back…Come back….” The longer she stays away, the louder and more frequent the voice seems to be. She has no idea who it belongs to. All she knows is that it sounds like a male voice. When it speaks, she even feels an icy touch on her skin. And she recognises the chillness of the touch right away. It’s as cold as the water in the cove was as it lapped against her feet and between her toes. So cold that it’s as if someone or something in the water is touching her. That thought makes her even more afraid. 

Y/N tries to block out the voice as much as she can, convincing herself it’s just her vivid imagination working overtime, but each time she does, the voice reappears, each time stronger and more seductive. Almost like it’s taunting her, pulling her closer and closer until she does as it asks. But she won’t let it get to her. Even though it’s driving her crazy.

One day, she makes a trip to her local library, and spends the day combing through thick, leather bound books, searching for any evidence of a creature who could do something like this. A rational, scientific explanation. Yet, there’s still a thought in the back of her mind. The one telling her that perhaps the curse everyone talks about is real after all, and has her in its grasp. When her search turns up nothing, she’s relieved. After all this time, it is just her imagination. It’s not real. She’s not going crazy.

But as she leaves, she hears the whisper in the wind again. And once more, it’s calling her name.

A few nights later, Y/N climbs into bed, ready for another night filled with dreams of the sea. At least now she knows what’s causing it. She wraps her blanket around her body, just in case any more imaginary icy sea breezes wake her up. Yet for once, her room is eerily quiet. Perhaps her imaginary tormentor has finally chosen to leave her alone. Laying down, she closes her eyes, hoping the lack of wind or voice means she’s in for a night of interrupted sleep. Yet, just before she falls asleep,

“Y/N….” Echoes through her ears again. Y/N’s stomach sinks. Or maybe she won’t have a good night’s sleep after all. “Come back….”

“You’re not real. You’re just my imagination.” She whispers, keeping her eyes closed, hoping that with enough challenge, the voice will stop.

“I am real. Come and see for yourself.” The words make her eyes fly open, and she quickly sits up in bed.

“What?” she gasps. It’s never said that to her before. Yet, there is no reply. “Come on, speak!” She demands, calling into the darkness of her room. Despite her demands, the room is silent. Y/N’s stomach churns, and she angrily grips the blanket. “Answer me!” She demands the voice to reply again and again, and still there is nothing. “Right.” she hisses, throwing the blanket off of her. “This stops now.”

Y/N returns to the cove in seemingly no time at all. Almost as if pulled there by some imaginary force. Angrily, she walks around, her toes sinking into the sand once more. She has no idea what she’s expecting to find there. She just wants the voice to stop. Yet, there is nothing to be found, and aside from the familiar sound of waves crashing against the rocks, there is nothing but silence. “What is it? I’m here. What do you want?” She asks, calling out into the darkness. Nothing answers, and she sighs. “I’m talking to an imaginary person. I’m going fucking insane. Fuck this.” 

Yet, as she turns to leave, the voice sounds again, this time louder than ever before.

“Y/N…I’m here. Come find me.” As if in a trance, Y/N turns back around and begins walking in the voice’s direction as it beckons her closer. She registers the feel of the water lapping against her feet, and the feeling of her feet being cut by the rocks surrounding her, yet she doesn’t react to them. She doesn’t even notice how she’s being led further and further away from her village, from safety, and closer and closer to a secluded part of the cove, one barely explored. All she’s focused on is the voice. As it speaks, she still feels a chill, but this time it’s different. This time, the chill fills her entire body. And she likes it. It’s intoxicating. 

And then, suddenly, it’s over. But before Y/N is freed from her trance, the sound of singing starts. The most beautiful singing that Y/N has ever heard. And it’s drawing her even closer to the water’s edge. Slowly, the water begins to ripple. Almost as if whatever’s hiding beneath is ready to come out. The water ripples once more, and soon a head pops out of the water. Y/N opens her mouth in shock, but no noise comes out. She’s purely transfixed by the sight in front of her. A pair of icy blue eyes, the same colour as the water, stare back at her. As the man emerges from the surface, droplets of water fall from the ends of his long brunette hair, dripping into the water. He runs a hand through his hair, his toned chest and muscular arms on full display. Immediately, Y/N’s breath hitches in shock.

Fuck, this man is attractive. Is he really the one who’s been calling to her all this time? Does he want her?

“Hello Y/N.” The man speaks. Right away, she has her answer. The voice is a perfect match. Yet, now he’s actually in front of her, she picks up on the huskiness present in it. And it makes her go weak in the knees. “I’ve been calling you for a long time. I’m glad you’ve finally made it.” When she doesn’t reply, he chuckles. “Speechless, are you? I understand. It must be quite a shock to see someone like me.” She nods, and he smiles. Despite the chilly air, seeing the man smile makes Y/N feel warm. “Come, sit.” He beckons, his voice alluring, like a sweet melody. Instantly, Y/N does as he asks, not even caring about the wet sand and water ruining her pyjamas…or that she’s in her pyjamas in front of someone as good looking as him. All she’s focused on is the man in front of her.

“Who are you? Why have you been calling me?” She asks.

“I’m Bucky.” He props himself up, leaning in closer. So close she can feel his breath on her cheek, enough to make her shiver. “And you’re someone who’s very important to me, Y/N.” Just then, Y/N notices his shimmery gills reflecting in the moonlight. She gasps, her eyes glancing down. Half of a silvery tail emerges from the water. He’s a merman, like something out of a fantasy book. “No, no…shhh. Don’t be scared.” Bucky whispers, grasping her chin and turning her head back to him. “I know about you, and how you come here when you need to get away from it all. They’re so mean to you, aren’t they Y/N? They don’t understand you, do they? Nobody does. But I do.” His whisper is cold against her cheek, and she nods. Right away, she’s back under his spell again, ready to do whatever he asks. “I need you. We need you.” His icy blue eyes focus on her, and he smiles. “I’ve been looking for you for a long time. Someone to rule with me in my kingdom. My princess.” He kisses her then, deep and hungry. Y/N moans, and Bucky chuckles. “That’s it, good girl.”

Gently, he lays her down on the sand, climbing on top of her. Y/N can feel the wet sand soaking her hair and back, but she’s too consumed by Bucky to even care. “You’re so perfect.” He peppers kisses along her cheeks and jawline, the coolness of his scales pressing against her skin. “Stay with me. Forever.” That pulls her out of her trance, and she gasps.

“No.” she murmurs as Bucky continues to kiss her. “Not forever. I have a life here.” 

“But they don’t love you, my darling. Not like I do.” Suddenly, he kisses the sweet spot on her neck, and she moans. In an instant, she’s his once more. Although she’s not ready for a life under the waves, she could definitely get used to being kissed by a merman, having him as her true love, her own little secret.

“There it is.” He smirks. Bucky removes his lips from her jaw. Y/N lays there, eyes closed and waiting for his next move. “Now. It’s time for you to join me.” 

And then, something slices her cheek. Quickly, Y/N opens her eyes. Two rows of razor-sharp teeth stare down at her, open and ready to bite again. Y/N screams. He’s not her true love, he’s a monster. And he’s going to kill her. Immediately, the spell Bucky has on her is broken, and she knows she has to get away as soon as possible. She scrambles up, trying to crawl away. “Oh no, I don’t think so.” Something cold and scaly grabs her ankle. Y/N kicks back, hoping to strike Bucky, yet he dodges each one. “Stop fighting me. Come, be with me.” She knows he’s trying to cast his spell on her again, and she knows part of her is falling for it, but she has to resist it. 

As Bucky drags her back towards the sea, Y/N tries to grab anything she can to brace herself. She grabs a rock, hoping it’s big enough and buried deep enough for her to hold on. Unfortunately, she continues to slip back.

“No, no, please….” She whimpers. In a last-ditch attempt to survive, she digs her fingers into the soft sand, trying to pull herself to survival. 

“Why did you have to fight? This is only going to make things worse for you.” Bucky sighs. And with one last pull on her leg, Y/N is yanked backwards, back towards the sea. She screams for help, but nobody comes. Bucky wraps his muscular arms around her, pulling her close. He presses her body against hers, despite how she thrashes against his grasp, kicking the water up and around them. “Don’t worry.” He grins, baring his fangs once more. “You’ll stay with me. Forever.” As he pulls her under the sea, he sinks his teeth into her once more.

Another scream fills the air, blood fills the sea…and then the waves are still once more.

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The Set Up (4)

Josh

Master List

AN: I don't know how I feel about this chapter, but I edited so much, didn't like it, and then went back and fixed it. Lol, the way that the siblings interact is definitely how my brother would be. What do you think? Anything more you'd like to see as far as a genre? Drama, funny, or more romance, all that good stuff? I'll get more Rory in soon! I'm trying to progress the story too.

Word Count: 1772

You shiver as the cold wind cuts through your coat. You stare at the hospital building in front of you, its windows like dull eyes in the gloomy sky. You feel a knot of fear in your stomach. You don't want to go in, and why the fuck is it snowing in spring? You sigh as you sit on a bench under the awning; it's cold, but you dread walking inside. You take out your phone and dial Rory's number. He picks up after two rings, thankfully.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" He asks in his warm voice.

You bite your lip. "I just got here. I'm still standing outside."

He sounds concerned. "Are you okay?"

You shake your head, even though he can't see you. "I don't want to do this." You say in a low voice.

He pauses momentarily, then says softly, "I know it feels like shit right now, but it will be okay. You're stronger than what you give yourself credit for."

You feel a tear roll down your cheek. When Rory speaks to you, it's like he always knows what to say, and you tend to believe him.

"Thanks." You quietly say. "I just feel bad for not coming last night."

You hear him lightly laugh on the other line. "You didn't get home till 3 in the morning. What could you've done? It's not exactly like the hospital wants people wandering at weird night hours. I think you made the right choice."

You lightly shiver. "I guess I should go inside before my fingers fall off; my family doesn't need that right now." You tease.

He chuckles, "Yeah, that would be bad. Go in; I'll be here if you need me. Call me when you're done, okay? I'll be up for a while."

"Okay." You quietly say, "Bye, Rory." You hang up and put your phone back in your pocket. You take a deep breath and stand up. Walking towards the hospital entrance, you hope for the best.

When you open the door, you're hit by the smell of disinfectant and bleach. The cleaners try to mask the smell of sickness and death, but it only worsens it. It sends chills down your spine every time you enter the doors.

You make your way down the hall, looking for room 209. You watch the numbers getting higher, and anxiety fills your chest. You're not sure what you're walking into.

You pull out your phone again and text Rory: Are you sure I'll be okay? Cause I feel like I'm going to vomit.

Opening the door, you gasp as you see your dad lying on the hospital bed. He looks nothing like the man you remember. His face is pale, his eyes are shut, and his body is hooked to machines that monitor his vital signs. He barely seems to breathe, and you wonder if he's still fighting for his life. You approach him slowly and hold his hand, hoping he can feel your presence. "Dad?" You whisper, your voice shaking.

You don't recognize this stranger in front of you. You feel powerless and hopeless, unable to do anything but wait. You're so lost in your thoughts you don't notice your brother standing by the window, looking at the city blankly.

The sun was setting behind the city skyline, casting a reddish glow on his face. You wondered what he was thinking, how he was coping with the situation. He looked broken and lost.

You stand beside Josh, and with your little energy, you gently squeeze his arm. "Hey." You quietly said.

You wanted to say more, but words failed you.

Josh turns his head, and his green eyes fall on you. "I thought you weren't coming back till tomorrow?" He wraps his arms around your shoulders, giving you a welcoming hug. "Sorry, this had to be your reason for coming back." He sounded guilty as if he had done something wrong.

"Dad always needs to be the center of attention." You joked, trying to lighten the mood. You knew he needed some humor right now, even if it was forced. "I thought he was doing better. Nobody tells me anything." You'd been so busy and caught up in your life that you barely kept in touch with your family, and right now, you regretted it.

"You know, it's good to see you, even for this." His voice sounds hoarse and tired. "I stayed last night so Mom could get some sleep, and I don't recommend sleeping on that chair." He lets go of you and points to the flower-cushioned chair. "My back hurts."

You nod and set your bags down on the small wooden table. You see a vase of flowers, a get-well card, and a framed photo of your family. You smiled sadly at the memory of happier times. It was taken last Christmas when you gathered at your parent's house for the holidays. You're all smiling and laughing, unaware of what is to come.

You sit on the soft couch, feeling the cushion sink under your weight. "You can go home and get some rest. I planned on staying tonight." You offer, hoping he would take care of himself. "Mom's coming back in the morning."

"I think I'll stick around for a little bit. How often do I get to catch up with my little sister?" He grins. "Not every day I get to sit with a celebrity." He teases.

"Stop." You loudly groan.

You watch Josh walk to your father and bring his hand to his face brushing his hair away from his forehead. He whispers something in his ear that you can't hear.

"You know...you could call me too." You say softly.

He turns, "Yeah, I'm not very good at either. I know. Mom scolded me already." Josh shrugs as he walks over to you and sits on one of those old flowery chairs he warned you about. "What's new? Mom said you were out in the middle of nowhere filming."

You agree with your mom's statement. "Yeah, we were almost done filming the last episodes of the new season."

"Kieran Culkin's in it with you right?" Your brother chimes in, trying to remember the actor.

"Yup." You take a sip of your water bottle, trying to hide that you don't have much to say.

"I remember you were really into that death metal shit and made me watch Lords of Choas. I think I still get nightmares."

You raise your eyebrows. "What? No. That's not Kieran, you idiot."

He looks at you puzzled, "Well, it's not Macaulay either, and he's a Culkin. You can see it in the eyes."

"There's three of them who act."

"No way." He takes out his phone and does a quick search. "Rory Culkin. I thought he was Kieran. They look so similar."

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "They're brothers, of course, they look similar, but they're not identical. You can tell them apart if you have eyeballs."

Josh laughs at your response, "Are you being protective?"

You dodge the question and smirk as you tease your brother, "Are you and Ivy married yet? Any kids on the way?" 

He frowns at you with annoyance and shakes his head. "No, and hell no. You sound just like Mom. Why isn't she nagging you for kids?" 

"Because I'm single. That would be a scandal to her." You glance at your phone and see a text message from Rory. Your heart flutters as you read his words.  It's normal to feel nervous. Just breathe. You can do this.

You imagine his sweet voice in your ear and text back quickly. Unknowingly you are smiling like an idiot.

I kind of wish you were here.

I'll be back in New York soon. I promise.

Your brother snorts. “You've got a boyfriend, don't you?" He grins wickedly. "I can't wait to tell Mom. She'll stop nagging me and start bugging you instead."

You feel your cheeks heat up and try to conceal your smile, but he's already caught you. "Shut up," You laugh. "He's nice, okay? And I really like him. I don't know how he puts up with me, to be honest, my whole existence is chaos."

He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. He expects you to spill the beans.

"I ditched him on our first date to come here." You sigh. "He was so cool about it." You beam and add, "I must be pretty special."

He nods and gives you a half-smile. "You're something, all right." Josh doesn't trust your taste in men. "What's his name?"

"How about I tell you more after our first date?"

He chuckles at your response. "Damn, you're so easy to read. It's that Rory guy. That's why you got defensive when I called him Kieran." He leans back in his chair, "Oh boy, your co-worker's brother? That's a recipe for disaster." You shrug, "It was Kieran's idea!"

"Yeah, but you work with him and for him! What will you do when you dump this guy like you always do?" You roll your eyes, "I don't do that anymore. I've changed."

"I thought you were against dating in the industry?" He stands up, yawning and stretching out.

"Can we drop it? I feel like dad's listening to everything and it's awkward." You say. "I want to tell Dad myself, not have him overhear. He's going to lecture me when he wakes up."

Josh smirks and walks over to the bed; he looks at your dad with a sad smile. "He'll wake up. He's a fighter. He always has been." He kisses your dad's forehead and then hugs you tightly. "I'm sorry for giving you a hard time. I just want you to be happy." He says sincerely.

You hug him back, feeling a lump in your throat.

"Let's go get some coffee. You look like you need it and I have a long drive home." He says, leading you out of the room.

You glance back at your dad one last time, hoping he can hear your thoughts. Please wake up. You think as the door closes behind you.

Part Five

#rory culkin x you #rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin #rory culkin x reader #the set up part 4

[lorei-writes]

The Doors that Connect & Divide

Entrance: Arthur

Arthur x Reader Thriller Bookshop AU Magic AU Summary: A mist envelops your mind, your feet leading you down an unfamiliar path, all until you find yourself in front of a certain door. Its pull is near magnetic. What exactly have you done? Why do these men seem to know you? And most importantly: how to stop it? Only you can find the answers. Word Count Estimate: 1.4k Masterlist

My opener for Different Universe, Same Love 2 CCC by @xxsycamore & @queengiuliettafirstlady , using Day 4 and Day 6 prompts :)

First of many, I hope, but more on that here.

Content Warnings: blood

The mist from within your mind extends beyond the borders of illusory to become tangible, ragged shawl of heavy moisture reaching to embrace you by the waist. Your legs walk, although you cannot say you are aware of the act – your feet act of their own accord, treading cautiously over the wet cobblestone road, the three of them old acquaintances. Perhaps it is not their first independent escapade, a night spent exploring places that should not be explored. You do not know. You cannot know and you cannot find out. Your head floats in the greyish white, the only sound the clacking of your heels, the only sight that yellow light… It calls you, with the allure flame poses to a moth.

The mist from within your mind extends beyond the borders of illusory to become tangible, ragged shawl of heavy moisture reaching to embrace you by the waist. Your legs walk, although you cannot say you are aware of the act – your feet act of their own accord, treading cautiously over the wet cobblestone road, the three of them old acquaintances. Perhaps it is not their first independent escapade, a night spent exploring places that should not be explored. You do not know. You cannot know and you cannot find out. Your head floats in the greyish white, the only sound the clacking of your heels, the only sight that yellow light… It calls you, with the allure flame poses to a moth.

You stop at the threshold of what could be a house, a sole lit lantern the guard that watches your back. Wind raises goosebumps over your arms, a bronze trade sign shivering alongside you, its otherwise silent voice thundering complaints above your head. You turn your face towards it. A book and a pen, the sharp nib stabbed cleanly trough the cover. Your eyes narrow as you follow the embossed path of drops spilling down its spine. Unusual, you remark in your mind – but so your thoughts stop as your hand takes command. The door creaks open. Your feet step forward, despite any concerns you may have.

The inside of – what presumably is – the bookshop is dim, a lone candle sitting on top of a dusty counter, to the right of a hefty chunk of brass that is the cash register. You steal a glance at the long rows of shelves lining the red brick walls. Christie, you read, And Then There Were None. A chill runs down your spine. This book does not exactly whet your appetite, no, so you move further inside. The compulsion to explore is stronger than your desire to turn around… Whatever it is that you may be searching for, you are certain it is there, yours and merely waiting to be found.

Poe.

Mróz.

Nesbø.

As far as you can see, it is a mystery chasing a mystery, stories of crimes big and small residing over the shelves indiscriminately. A stolen fortune for adventure, murdered lover in romance section, monographs on analysing different types of cigar dusts as science – none, however, seem quite right. None until you can feel the hot breath spill against the shell of your ear, from behind.

“I’m afraid we do not sell any stories of Sherlock Holmes’ adventures, Ma’am,” a man whispers, a touch of mischief and promise colouring each of his words. “If that is what you’re looking for, of course.”

You spin on your heel, searching his face with bewilderment; he is handsome, that fellow, with tousled hair just short of black falling into his cerulean eyes. The collar of his white shirt has been loosened by a button, its sleeves have been rolled up – a worker, or so you’d like to think, but… He smiles at you that cheeky, cheeky smile, as if compelling you to look at him, your gaze setting over his cupid bow. You cannot focus, not now. The air is electric, causing your ears to buzz…

“Oh,” you let out, not too sure what else you could say. The guess, indeed, seems to have been correct, or as close to correct one as it could get. “That’s… a shame, really. Sir…?”

“Arthur. For you, there’s no need for formalities, luv.”

Your heart pangs.

Arthur takes a step towards you.

“Shall we play our game again?”

Your brows furrow as you attempt to move away. However, it is as if the shelves have slithered across walls the moment you took your eyes off them, a barrier constructed of intricately bound volumes and oak wood pushing at your back.

“I don’t understand, Sir. I don’t believe we have ever met before,” you bargain, hands hurriedly searching for anything, anything that you could use to ward him off. Your fingers slide across covers, nails clawing into leather spines – they refuse to budge, however, even as they help themselves to your blood. Arthur stares transfixed at the crimson stains, his pupils consuming nearly the entirety of his irises. He swallows thickly.

“You never do, darling. But it doesn’t stop you from coming back, does it?” he says, his voice coming out in a strained, breathy rasp. The tip of his finger taps against the mole on his chin, his throat bobbing as saliva is forced down its length. “You don’t remember how you got here nor where this here is, and by Jove, judging by your face just now, you don’t have the foggiest what you’re looking for either.

“But, that’s why we play, no?” Arthur continues, now with more ease. He rests his hands on his hips, drumming out an imaginary melody audible just for his ears. Tendons raise his skin with each drawn out note, the motion gradually turning rigid, as if he had to hold himself back. “So, let’s begin. And if you win? I’ll tell you a thing or two.”

The space between you is closed in one long stride of his legs. Arthur’s touch burns as his fingers curl around your wrist, as hot and unrelenting as a branding iron. You wonder, how come a human can be so warm, but your attention is stolen soon enough. You stare into his eyes, each a bottomless pit hidden below ocean waves. You may struggle to look away, both terrified and mesmerised by the promises lying in their depths, but your will is too weak to break his spell…

Arthur rests one of his arms next to your head. The room turns. The wall is now the floor, books just silently staring at your from above. Not a volume leaves its place in the rank, all defying gravity through perfect stagnation.

“You’re the pure-hearted sweetheart, the very apple of our community’s eye. A hard worker, so very honest and willing to give everybody a second chance,” Arthur narrates. The corners of his lips are upturned, although the expression hardly matches the threat, the warning, that lurks just behind his lashes. “And I’m one of the many poor sods who fell in love with you.

“But it was never real love, you see,” he picks up immediately, his breath hot on your cheeks as he leans into you. “It couldn’t be. We were literal words apart. But, ha, something happened between all of us. Something so frightening you could only run…” he trails off, the very tips of his unusually long canines pressing into his lower lip. “And run you did, oh so, so fast. You didn’t want to ever look back, but you had no choice…” he trails off to muffle the desperation with a choked-down laugh. “The question is: why?”

“Why?” you stutter out, your throat tying itself into a tight knot, larynx folding over itself just to squeeze through the thus created loop.

“Why would it all not be enough for somebody as beloved as you?” The remnants of Arthur’s smile fall to pieces. Pain flares and fades from his features as he fights to compose himself, his brows twitching and eyelids shutting despite his best attempts. His jaw clenches and his body trembles, shakes. His grip on your wrist tightens as if you could indeed escape the moment he stopped being cautious. You yelp, the scalding heat eating at your skin with newly discovered ferocity.

“I don’t know!” you shout, kicking at his legs.

“Of course, you don’t,” Arthur grinds through gritted teeth, betrayed and hurt, but not enraged. “And that’s why you can’t win this game.”

Arthur lets go of your hand – and somehow, you are drawn towards the edge of this world and fall. The air erupts with the flutter of not-quite-wings, walls being minced to naught. Your body goes limp, submerged in a mist of red dust and nameless spines filled with nothing but blank pages… And perhaps your purpose is to get lost between them, for your mind turns itself just as empty. It’s still too early to despair, however. It’s been only one game, the first of many… So rest, rest in this somewhere that is nowhere to be found, until you meet with the next of the faithful lovers you have cursed.

Tag List: @lancelotscloak @violettduchess @pathogenic @fang-and-feather @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @tele86

#arthur conan doyle #ikevamp arthur #ikevam arthur #ikemen vampire arthur #ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen vampire #ikemen series #different universe same love ccc

[bluiex]

ANON IS SO BIG BRAIN W DEMON SCAR N GRIAN CORNERING MUMBO

Hejfiwkrnicosnrjcieirfnfickakqowoorotogkcnxnz sorry I made it angsty af

Mumbo being so very turned on but also very concerned. This isn’t like Grian at all, and the sudden change is alarming.

When it’s time for the rice he’s making to simmer, he twists around to face Grian. The man in question immediately pins him to the countertop.

Mumbo can tell something is off. Were Grians eyes always tinted red? Were his nails always so long? His teeth always so sharp? That’s not even mentioning the looming presence in the room. The hairs in his neck stand on end and honestly, he’s scared.

When Grian winds his hands around Mumbos waist, not so subtly pressing their bodies together, Mumbo clears his throat and tries to push him back. He’s doesn’t know what’s going on, but he can tell Grian isn’t in his right mind.

Grian doesn’t go far though, and just returns even closer a moment later. It takes another, stronger shove from Mumbo to push him back fully. Grian pouts and crosses his arms.

To say Mumbo is shaken is an understatement. He needs to get himself under control before he does something they’ll both regret come tomorrow. “What’s going on?” Mumbo asks finally.

“What do you mean?” Grian steps closer, a grin growing.

“You’re acting different, mate. And your eyes are a bit red. Are you high or something?” Mumbo stays stiff as a board, as jittery as a rabbit.

“No,” Grian laughs. Still moving closer, the shadows seemed to warp around him, “No, I’ve never felt more sober, Mumbo, never felt more like myself.” He extends a hand towards him, palm up.

Mumbo flinches back, stumbling in the process. He just barely manages to stay upright, except he’s now much farther from Grian. Which is good. However, the intense shiver of dread that drips down his spine is decidedly not. His instincts scream at him to run.

Grian’s face flickers to annoyed for a moment, and he grumbles something. The oppressive feeling vanishes as quick as it came. Mumbo takes a shaky breath. He feels like he’s been made prey, and Grian is about to hunt him.

Grian sighs. “I love you, Mumbo.”

Mumbos heart is in his throat, but he reminds himself that they’re friends. That Grians his friend. It’s platonic. “I love you too, mate, but you’re scaring me a bit.”

“No,” Grian pinches his forehead before turning to face him fully. “I’m in love with you, Mumbo.” He moves towards him, and Mumbo backs up. “I’ve been in love with you for years! You’re the other half of my soul, the one I could never live without.”

Tears push at Mumbos eyes as the sense of wrong gets worse. Grian continues to ramble about how much Mumbo means to him, but he’s not listening. His head is ringing as Grian stalks closer. Eventually Mumbos back hits the wall and there’s no where to run.

“Why?” Mumbo manages to ask.

Grian’s face twists into confusion. “Why do I love you? Mumbo, where do I even-“

“Why are you doing this to me?” Mumbo croaks out, making Grian stop.

“What?” Grian takes another step closer. Mumbo presses himself against the wall.

Mumbo tried to swallow back tears. “I- you stop wanting to have movie night, months ago. And then you stop wanting to hang out in person. And then you stop picking up calls, and all your texts are one word. And now, Grian I haven’t heard from you in weeks, and you burst in here and start groping me and declaring your love for me. What am I supposed to think?! Am I just some toy to you? I can’t trust what you’re saying to me; this isn’t you!”

Grian had frozen, inches away from touching Mumbo, who was shaking as tears had begun to fall down his cheeks.

“I’m… It’s me, Mumbo,” Grian said finally, sounding desperate, “I promise, I’m not messing with you, I don’t- I didn’t mean to- I didn’t realize I’d been gone for so long. I promise I’m totally sober too. But, I’ll make it up to you! Because I love you!” He hesitantly reached forward to take Mumbos hand.

Mumbo jerked back with a pained noise. “Stop,” he closed his eyes, “Please stop touching me.”

Grian’s face crumpled, not that Mumbo saw. “I-“

“Please just go,” Mumbo begged, adding much quieter: “You’re scaring me.”

“Okay,” Grian whispered. He shuffled back. As soon as he was out of Mumbos personal bubble, the man dropped to his knees with a sob. Burying his hands in his hair and his face in his forearms, curled up and shaking.

As much as Grian longed to lean forward and comfort him, he forced himself to walk to the door. As he closed it behind himself, he felt Scar join him. He locked the door for good measure.

“Ungrateful,” Scar growled immediately after they got home, “He doesn’t-“

Grian didn’t hesitate to smack Scar. Hard. The demon stumbled in surprise.

“Don’t even start,” Grian snarled, “He’s right; I treated him like a piece of meat just now, and you weren’t helping! In fact, he liked it up until you decided to be all dramatic and try to help!”

“I thought you people liked the fear part,” Scar frowned.

“No, dumbass, I like the fear part. Obviously Mumbo did not! And I told you to let me handle it until I signaled you!” Grian groaned. “And now he probably hates me! God fucking damnit! I’m so stupid.” He covered his face with his hands as he collapsed onto the couch.

Scar stood there awkwardly, trying to think of something to say. Humans are always so complex… and then he noticed the soft sniffling coming from his mate. He kneels next to him at once, making an inquisitive noise.

Grian sniffles and lets a small keening noise bubble out as he cries into his hands. His body shakes as he lets the guilt churn within him.

— abridged anon, who couldn’t help themselves sorry

WAAAAH MUMBO NOOO

GRIAN NOOOO

*rattles Scar around like a maraca*

I love it. I love it so much. now make them kiss and make up. This is a threat /j /nf

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #scarian demon au #tw angst

[godforbidrp]

an extensive sentence meme made up of lyrics from my 'on repeat' playlist

strong trigger warning for: allusions to self destruction, toxic relationships and suggestive themes

"Don't listen to my music, don't lie in my bed"

"As far as I'm concerned, it could've been a lot worse"

"Girls never call and they never tell you why, that's just how they say goodbye"

"Fuck everything about this"

"Already feels like one of those nights to forget"

"(s)he doesn't know you'll leave him so broken and alone"

"I've got the money, if you've got the time"

"Some sad singers, they just play tragic"

"I've got a hunger and can't seem to get full"

"You write such pretty words"

"Do you like to hurt?"

"I don't smoke, except for when I'm missing you"

"If you need to be mean, be mean to me"

"You can lean on my arm as you break my heart"

"Being with you makes the flame burn good"

"I am stronger than you give me credit for"

"I really don't know if (s)he cares or not"

"Thanks for showing me around last night"

"I like your friends, I like the way they treat you"

"I've got some money we could spend"

"Talk it through, like you know we always do"

"But I can't seem to catch my breath"

"Girls talk to me, they're all so pretty"

"Do you know who I am in this leopard jacket?"

"Do you recognize my face?"

"I've grown too old in my pain"

"We need a record of our failures"

"Soon I will disappear"

"Why don't you show me a little bit of spine?"

"I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me"

"If they knew how misery loved me"

"It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes are so much wetter than the space between my eyes"

"I can't help if thinking of you makes me cry"

"You caught me at a real bad time"

"Is it that hard to handle it getting dark at 5 o'clock?"

"The other night I cried while thinking of having sex with you"

"You know I wore this dress for you"

"We got good wages, spent too much, thought I fucked up"

"You're ruining my life day by day"

"You know, I kinda wish I let you do that one thing that one time, but in retrospect it would have been a bad idea because you don't care about me the way I care about you"

"Never invite me over, ever again"

#Im too lazy to make a whole other blog #this is the only meme ill ever make ever #feel free to reblog #make me happy #u wanna play xbox or something? (memes) #rp meme #tw nsft #tw nswf #tw negative #tw angst

[wolveswarrior]

|First Meeting...|

— Part 1 —

*Warning: Gore and anger*

When the city begins to sounds peaceful into chaos due to cost a large cloud explosion between the building. Birds flying off from the trees that being disturbed from loud explosion. As for the trees was blowing a bit to feel light wind.

A paper bag male—wearing a white science coat and blue shirt has small plane— land on his back by strong force made his back a bit hurt. His raygun weapon flow off out from his hand as hits on the ground that far away from him. Thankfully, his goggles didn't have single break while his paper bag was bruised. He let out painful groan escape from his throat like a truck hits him stronger. He never thought it will be work his plan since according to his ideas.

A young woman around in 20s who have tentacles from out of her arms. Her teasing smiling to see same paper bag male got beaten from herself. Her tentacles weirdly moves around like octopus. She was wearing small green dress which permanently what her odd fashion anyway.

Seeing at the scientist who still lay on the ground while still hurts. Then she let out scoff to watch pathetic male got beaten by hero herself.

"Talk about tough luck," she replies with small scoff while her rival slowly moves a bit. He still feels hurt on his body which he is on now sitting position.

He sees his raygun across on the street then looking back at the hero. Knowing the fact that his partner still out on somewhere in this part of the city.

"How pathetic to see a scientist who gotten beat by me," she said with small smirk. Her tone voice sounds so confident.

Yet, young scientist still in froze by fright. Why doesn't he make a move and get that raygun that across on same street? He should have built extra weapon if he continues like this.

Fortunately, a young hero who is a bit far away from him. Then she slowly walks up to him, her tentacles still move around slowly before approach towards him. He still groan a bit as trying his best to moves away from one of the tentacles that comes closer to him.

As one of dark alley that to be sees a large figure watching their battle entirely time. Their eye blue like a ocean in natural expression. Their expression still emotionless with feeling not interested.

His blue water hair floating around like gravity in space. His blue-green horn is large, sharp. He was wearing coat that has similar color as his horn. His small turtleneck shirt and his jean was dark blue.

He still hearing a voice from a hero while she continues walking up to the paper bag male who still in sitting position. He been standing there for thirty minutes when during he is doing his own things to do on his life. Until he been distracted by a battle.

'What the hell is going on?' He thought to himself to figure what is happening. He narrowing his ocean eyes to watch back at the fight.

Back to same scientist who still frightened as tries to be brave enough. Unfortunately she still be continuing walke up to him. She knows that rival that turn out to be villain who helps with someone villainous. While Flug was wordless that he hasn't say a word.

"Who you really are?" She paused there by standing in pose. She was feeling concerned by looking up and down at him.

"Who you really work for? Or who you really work with?" She questionable while Flug doesn't know what to say. Chills down through his spine which he don't know what to answer that question.

"Come on, you scientist! I thought you are smart one here! Don't leave me hanging," she chuckles a bit with a joke she made.

Flug—however—didn't laugh at her joke by feeling overwhelmed. He snaps with thought he totally forgotten that his hand slowly goes his hip. Hoping to find a device to call out on his partner.

Back to the same figure who still listening the talking until he have enough to watch boredom battle. As he turn away from it then as he was about enters into dark alley.

'Just waste of time, ' he rethought to himself before he glancing back at the alley with natural expression.

"GET UP! You will be pathetic just like weakling for yourself!"

He suddenly froze with grunt escape from his mouth. Like he knows that quote from someone that he once knows, and doesn't want to remind that memory again. Those words echoing through his mind like record player. He does know that those words were made him irritated and anger. Upsetting and disgust from what he just heard.

He then clenching his fist in anger as his ocean eye begins to glowing to feel energy comes flowing through his body.

Back to Flug who froze in fear as then he closes his both eyes shut. Ready to feel pain again and hopefully his partner comes to fight off with this hero.

While a female hero then rushing in full speed. As her tentacles go towards in strong speed before it could get Flug's legs. Before she does something to uses her strength with strong force.

Just then a two pair hands timely grab on one of the tentacles. Then a hero with wide eyes to see older male grip on her tentacles. She feels her tentacles begins to pull in full stronger strength than her. He then spins around with full of strength that he didn't make single groan out of his mouth. While Flug ducks under as carefully to not get harm.

Until then a same older male let out of his grip as she suddenly throws across the street. She lands on the ground with heavily groan comes out from her mouth.

She slowly open her eyes until fully shocking to sees a male stand in position like sort of protection. Flug was also shocking to sees a male who is front of him.

"Do you really think you will fight like that," a strong, deep voice that sort of calm and quiet. His accent sound English in clearly.

Same female hero glancing at the water demon wondering what just happened? She never seen him before like he comes out of nowhere all suddenly. His accent sound coldly which it did made her shiver down on her back spine.

While same older male looking back at her with narrowing his eyes. As for his hands were ready to summon blue smoke slowly come on his finger on his right hand behind his back. Flug was expecting to sees someone who saves him. He was speechless that he never seen someone like him.

Is he hero? A villain? Or he is just randomly person have two horns? He has been seeing mostly demon or talking mutant animals that he meets with them. Making a machine whenever they need to get rid of hero. Unless...

While back to the hero who just scoff it off, and as she starts to irritate. "Well? Aren't you new person around here or what?" She was growing concern someone like him to saves a evil scientist.

This is out of control from this stubborn little hero which it brings so much annoyance for him. He has tried to calm his anger down and patience to wait for first hit. He then reply calmly, "I should be the one who is asking the question."

"Why on earth did you fight like that?" He questions to her who have her eyes wide open. Then she smiles a bit then answer, "what do you expect? He is a jus—"

"I wasn't talking about the boy!" He interrupting her response with a bit annoyed. He is clenching his fist tightly then his eyes still glowing at her eyes.

"I said, why on earth did you fight like that?" He repeatedly questions which in same tone of voice. Everything went silent between him and her while Flug stare on with his mind don't know what to do at first. His raygun is still far away from him.

Until that same hero couldn't take it no more as she full speed towards him. Her tentacles were ready to summon more as she snaps, "I JUST LOVE TO PLAY DIRTY—"

Once again, she got cut off as suddenly pause which permanently she didn't move at all. Her whole body is to be glowing in blue. Her grunt escape from her throat to feel stronger energy from her body like something tighter. Her eyes were wide open enough to see him standing in same position with same natural expression.

Then she noticed his eye was still glowing, Flug does seems to be flinch by suddenly to see same male who didn't flinch nor move.

A water demon glare at the hero before he does something. Then she suddenly got punched on her stomach as she desperately to sees him who actually the one with stronger punch.

Just then she harshly hits her back on the street with more pain than last time. Luckily, she finally land on her feet to stops herself to get more pain.

Until she finally managed to summon three tentacles out of her body which its go toward to the water demon.

Unfortunately for her, he grabs first tentacle—before other two tentacles head to his way—tightly to pull away. Another tentacle slide underneath on the first one, but that didn't stop him. With a hand feeling rough touch.

Second tentacle tries to pushes him with enough strength; however, that still didn't work. He then moved to the side, still glaring at her deeply. Finally he able to grabs the second tentacle before the third one will goes to him.

He tightly grip both to make accross then he sees third tentacles goes towards him. Until a light blue trident hits before it chance to harm on him. Until suddenly exploded to water. Then a tentacle into half piece when black liquid comes out.

A hero with wide eyes while feeling more pain from one of the tentacles. Then she brings it with split to her. Until she anger narrowing at him until he was no longer there.

Flug was gross out to sees tentacle explosion into water as split into half piece. Is he more stronger than his boss?

Back to the battle, same female hero was stunned to sees a male with horns is no longer there. She clearly knows he was there until disappear from her sightly.

Not noticing he teleport right behind with terrifying eye staring at her before he does something harmful.

For a hero feeling someone behind her as slowly turning to the back. It was already too late that his hand on her face with tightly. Until he uses with full strength that he hits her face on the ground harshly.

She becomes unconscious as her body didn't moves a muscle. Her tentacles drop to the floor including lands on the ground. While a male with horns looking at the unconscious body with heavily breathing. He lands on the ground with one knee while his hand touches on the rocky street.

Flug was shockingly to sees him still standing, and he even doesn't get any cut nor bruise. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed as he stand in sitting position. Until he flinches to see him staring at him deeply with same expression.

He doesn't say a word to him like "are you okay?" or "are you still hurt?" Nope! None of it didn't come out from same male who saves him. He was looking at him with deeply cold stare with glowing eye into ocean.

He was then back to standing position like he was ready another fight while Flug didn't make a move. He was too scare if he does something wrong.

Sweatiness come down to his paper bag by coldly staring from him. His body begins to shakily into fear. Why does he stand like that? He does save him from that stubborn hero, but why does he look like he ready to fight in round 2?

"HEY NERD! WHERE ARE YOU?" Shout voice from another female made Flug stops shaking as turns to see his partner on distance from him. She was running up to him with one hand wave while holding rip cape on her hand.

Then he looks back to the male until he is no longer there in same street. He let out grunt of confusion while having few thoughts.

"Where did he go?" He asked himself as for female with lizard hoodie goes up to him.

For a teenager girl looks at Flug with confusion then looking at the street until she sees a hero who still unconscious. A tentacle behind her was cut out while black liquid still there.

"What just happened?" He muttering under his breath.

"Woah? I never thought you were actually beat that hero so hard," she admiring at the battlefield until Flug snap back to reality.

"Huh? T-that wasn't me, Dementia!" He said in shockingly and tells the truth.

"If it wasn't you, then who did it? We both know that blue bear of your still in the ship," she point it out as Flug looking back the empty street.

"I don't know," he whispers softly.

#villainous #mysterious #mysteriousau #felix #black hat #dr flug #anahite d. red #cross over #5.0.5 villainous #anahite #demencia #Flug was got save mystery person with horns #Felix is annoying by another stubborn hero #He doesn't like being call villain #He knows make it a bad move #But hey #He was patient demon until he snap into anger #He is actually stronger as Blackhat does #but he is a bit move stronger #Because he is water demon #Duh! #I will make part two #phonk music #While listening to music #While makwing fight scene #it sounds so good #Spotify

[theomnicode]

Saitama versus Mirror S

CW: Graphic depictions of violence, gore, blood, near death experiences

This is an older headcanoe of mine pre-cosmic Garou, so take it with grain of salt about what could've happened if Saitama faced this kind of enemy.

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Saitama stares impassively at his opponent, Mirror S, glancing at the fallen S-rank heroes around him. This enemy must be pretty tough if he managed to beat all these heroes. 

He steps into a stance, stating nonchalantly “Alright, let's get this over with. Come on,” and dashes towards the shining Mirror S. He's not concerned about the smirk that adorns the villain's face as he preps for a punch.

He is concerned about the sudden shout from a broken Genos that tells him to stop what he's doing though, however it's too late; Mirror S is going to be shattered to billion pieces like his namesake as his punch connects with its chest.

Except–

“Wait. He didn't explode. My punch didn't...work?” 

Confusion.

“SENSEI, MOVE AWAY FROM HIM!” 

Panic

“Huh? Genos, what–”

A stabbing, indescribable pain restarts his brain and he looks down at his abdomen, finding the still smirking Mirror S’s arm protruding through his stomach. Blood pounds in his ears and he vaguely registers Genos shriek of “SENSEI!” in the background. The enemy moved just as fast as he does and punched just as hard as he did. How-

“I have the ability to mirror everyone's powers and now, your abnormal strength is mine, ku ku ku.” Mirror S arrogantly supplies and pushes Saitama away roughly, blood gushing from the hole in his stomach. The villain now looks like Saitama himself, except for the black, gleaming eyes and the sheen of his skin.

‘Oh, I see, that's how…’, he thinks as he collapses on his side, pain and shock lancing through his body. Nobody had been able to even put a scratch on him in years so he had forgotten what actual pain felt like, so certain of his invincibility. But this is far worse than anything he had ever felt before, it felt like–

‘Am I dying? Is this how it feels like?’ He can’t do anything except hold his stomach and try not to move, else paralyzing pain courses through his gut.

Mirror S turns around with a flourish, brandishing his bloodied fist in the air like a red glove. “Now that I am the strongest being in this universe, nobody can stop me. I am invincible, I AM GOD INCARNATE!” He postures.

Genos makes a futile attempt of crawling towards Saitama's prone body. It is difficult without any limbs to use. “S-Saitama-sensei…”, his breath catches when he sees the extent of the damage and the growing puddle of blood. “Shit. I should have warned you sooner. I’m so sorry sensei, because of me you’re–wait, don’t try to speak sensei, save your strength, we can still–”

“It's ok Genos…” It's not ok, his body contorting from the pain. He's lying through his teeth, but he doesn’t want to make Genos feel like it’s his fault. He had a tendency to beat himself up for any mistakes he made. He feels cold, it's hard to breathe and his eyes droop. He could almost taste the kiss of death.

‘Fuck, I'm sorry Genos. I fucked up big time’, he thinks bitterly.

Saitama hears footsteps stomp near him. “Now that I am this mighty, I think I shall do some clean up duty. This place is such a mess. Starting with–” a crunching sound and Genos gasps in pain and Saitama's heart stops, “this really annoying cyborg right here. I wonder how much force I need to use to break your spine. It’ll be fun to test my new limits.” Grinding noise and Genos lets out a bloodcurdling scream.

‘Don't touch him, I will kill you.’ Saitama feels his body grow inexplicably warmer. His heart pounds faster. The searing pain starts to lessen and his body feels stronger than a minute ago. He needs to stand up and fight and stop this monster, he has to. His body starts to rise from the floor. ‘I can do this, this is nothing.’ Fire lits up in his dark brown eyes.

Mirror S laughs as he continues to grind his boot against Genos’ neck and choking him. “Hehe this overwhelming strength is pretty fun, I wonder what else this guy has the capacity to do–wait, aren’t you supposed to dead?” He suddenly exclaims as he turns back towards Saitama who is suddenly standing up, allowing Genos to turn his head and stare at Saitama, wide-eyed.

“Serious Series…” Saitama pulls back his right fist.

“Wait, you're supposed to be powerless, I absorb–”

“Serious Punch!”

Mirror S shatters into glittering dust particles.

Saitama stares angrily at the corpse. “Fuck around and find out.”

Genos gapes at him.

#opm #one punch man #saitama #genos #original character #violence #gore #blood #near death experience #my own work #fanfiction #drabble

[cwarscars]

😶 + if you could meet with Godo right here, right now - what would you say or do to him?

Send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it

godo - there’s a name he’s not heard in years. the last of it heidegger had heard; the samurai was playing at being a tour guide for wutai. making money off of wary travellers, pushing the culture as if he still cared about it. maybe he did - heidegger liked to think he didn't.

hell, heidegger liked to think that since the war; godo had become nothing more than a glorified poster boy for the continent. that the 'warrior's' hell was pushing fliers through doors and recommending the 'best hotels'.

it's a cliche but it can't help but always come to mind - godo may have won the battle, heidegger had won the war. and with that thought slips a smirk across his lips.

despite it - the agony will always remain - the sharp tug of his chest that would forever plague any physical activity. there was no working out, no movement, and even no sex without pain. the samurai's blade hadn't only pierced heidegger's chest but it'd scraped his heart.

'irreparable damage' they'd said. 'can never fight again' he'd been told.

and now his smile fades. their battle an awful memory heidegger had relived over and over. nightmares that had told him the truth, propaganda and musing that had instead repeated a lie.

as far as everyone else was concerned; their battle had ended in a draw. two men equally matched, a stand-off with heidegger's mercy seeing him the victim of an awful, awful wound.

but that isn't entirely the truth now, is it? that's what the nightmares had said. that's what the little voice he'd called a 'conscious' had whispered into his ear so many times.

the fact of the matter is that...godo was simply better. quicker, stronger. while heidegger fought on behalf of his 'friend'. godo had fought for his country. his people. his family. though the general would never conclude godo to have been in the right - every skip of a beat of his heart would be the reminder that godo had won fair and square.

the bitter taste swells around his tongue as he clicks it to speak, expression dismissive.

"hm - godo -" he muses aloud, fingers curved around his jaw - the tips entwined in his beard. "sorry-" he feigns "i forget who that is."

but as with these things, he's compelled to answer despite his lie. with a shake of his head, and a sickly smile now laced along his lips; he continues -

"hmph" a shrug "perhaps i ought to give him a scar like mine-" the only indicator he gives is a tap of his chest, the scar beneath his suit a ragged one that sits square between his pecs. "or maybe...maybe i would just kill him."

wring his neck; break bones between his hands and savour the snap of the other man's body. but then - would he even be able to? if he couldn't beat him then...what chance did he have now?

"ha... - he isn't worth my time to think about" a dash of his eyes, a solemn look that has them appear almost glassy "i would order someone else to kill him."

the general shrugs his shoulders; a look that suggests godo so unworthy that he'd not get his hands dirty when the fact of the matter is that - he feels a little sick at the thought of ever seeing the other again. finds a shiver crawl up his spine at the thought of godo standing face to face with him.

what sorrow - ! how pathetic - !

his anger sees him fold his arms over his chest and slink into his seat, his voice low enough to become a mumble, barely heard.

"i would tell him - how terrible that wound was. the one he gave me."

i would ask - he thinks - why he didn't kill me?

i would beg him to finish the job.

#(answered) #(ic) #(queue; open the door get on the floor everybody walk the dinosaur) #htting me with the prime beef good SHIT #im sorry i waffled a lot x.x

[vill-ero]

Life update that I've been keeping on the down low:

My social interactions/conversations are purely centered around one coworker and she really got me thinking about some very serious life choices. Ones that would impact not just me but my pug and also my finances.

I fork over $1400 per month for rent. This cabin life already feels like I'm homeless and there's only four walls protecting me from the elements and the only thing I use for heat is a small table heater because I broke the firebox and oddly it's kept me pretty warm without a single complaint. I was without electricity for a week and had to survive on my landlords generator because of the storm that knocked out two trees and our towers.

I make close to 3 grand per month and for some reason I can barely even save $500. Which is why I made this final decision;

Buying an econoline work van- you know, those white ones and convert it into a camper to live out of because I did my math and minus the $500 necessity spending, this is how much I'll be saving per year :

Finding a place to park my car and sleep is going to be a fucking hassle at night but I already have my solution for the day time. Might even create a youtube channel so y'all can witness my build out with me. it's gonna be hella dope.

I've got 10 months to get this shit done. FYI; that's when my cabin lease is up. It's gonna be a very slow process because I work every day and my disability is a constant annoying and dibilitating factor in what Im physically able to do but I'm staying positive c:

#I'm really excited about this tbfh #also this plan has been in the works for three months and I still #Can not find a work van under my budget #All the campers are out in Bremerton or spokane valley #like tf get closer god damn it #I already have my layout pretty much figured out as far as what furniture and stuff I'm gonna build in it #Just need the van so I know the exact dimensions to build #I love the fact that my skill set is thus #just show me a video and I can build anything myself #I use that same logic with my cooking but I've been spoiled by working with top notch chefs so lol #Carpentry work will be no different here #Plus #I worked with a contractor before so I know all there is to know honestly #In other news it's been half a year and I got one more month of light duty #My spinal arthritis has gotten worse over the holidays bc #It only takes two weeks of no doctor for all the pain to fucking floor me #im stage 3 any worse and I'll be considered terminal #But this month I feel actual improvement because I saw my doctor every day for two weeks #I feel stronger as far as my spine is concerned #so I can ditch light duty that's killing me honestly #last night I identified a thief in the store and warned HR #prevented that but the dumb ass walked in again and stole what he originally wanted #I even told my coworkers before he bolted with food #But they wouldn't listen to me #This place has always used me as a discount security guard and I'm fucking tired of it #I can't wait to go back to stocking shelves