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zombiecheri · 5 months

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A Girl And A Samurai

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!reader

Tags: mizu kills a man, you get to know her. there's nothing more in first chapter at least

A/N: haven't written anything in ages so excuse me if there are some errors. had to get this out of my system. next chapter will be more spicy!

Chapter 1

"you drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it" - Paulo Coelho

It wasn't supposed to happen like that. The man, your father entrusted to accompany you back to the village, simply haven't showed up and you sat in the small inn pondering what to do next. It was foolish to even consider going back alone. With autumn season nearing it's end, cold winter air was creeping from the north rattling against the old wooden walls of the inn. Not to talk about groups of men wandering around and waiting for an opportunity to rob, rape and kill women on the road.

road, which would take at least a week.

you were brave and reckless but far from stupid, you wouldn't even last 3 days on the road. but you had to.

had to

With winter nearing, you couldn't get stuck in an inn where you hardly knew anyone with no food and barely any money left. Waiting for your family to send another person to accompany you back would also take too long. It seemed like an impossible situation and you were about to start panicking until a solution presented itself.

Big hat. That was the first thing you noticed about the stranger. Then you saw a scabbard that glistened in the morning light and the weird tinted glasses that hid their stare. Accidentally overhearing the conversation between him and the innkeeper got your hopes back up. Coincidentally strange samurai also happened to be headed to your village. It seemed that you haven't run out of luck completely. Convincing the samurai to let you accompany him to the village took a lot of effort and begging on your part but the very next day you both were headed to your home, walking out from an old inn into the road surrounded by fallen leaves.

The air was crisp and fresh brushing against your skin and twirling colourful leaves around you. Samurai was quiet but you didn't mind the silence that much. You noticed even back in the inn that he didn't like to waste time on small talk so you silently followed him on the road enjoying the scenery around you.

The first night you spent out in the woods surrounded by trees looming around you, the temperature dropping significantly but thankfully samurai made a fire so the cold late autumn weather didn't bother you much. Both of you ate quietly and you settled to sleep near fire while samurai took watch. The fire cast shadows that swirled with each flicker. It was hard to fall asleep when you could feel his gaze on the back of your head and the anxiousness seeped into your skin sending warn signals to your mind about the whole situation. You barely knew the stranger and while he agreed to let you tag along with him, you were too quick to trust him. Who knew what he'd do? You two were completely alone in woods. Even if you wanted you couldn't shout for help because there wasn't a soul who could hear you.

It seemed that while your mind was racing, your body was having other problems and soon exhaustion took over making you fall into a troubled slumber. It didn't last long. You awoke with a jolt, clutching your hand against your chest, nightmare slowly fading away as you took in your surroundings eyes searching for a tall form of a samurai except he was nowhere to be seen. Panic seeped into your skin and settled heavily in your stomach. You glanced around frantically searching for him, the fire long gone, late autumn chill creeping up and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

He left you. That was your first thought and in the blind panic you stood up, walking in a random direction hoping to catch up to him. You wouldn't survive alone in woods. At least it seemed that your belongings were not touched at all but what good it would do if you ended up dying anyways?

You walked around blindly for a while until you heard a strange sound and slowly, with careful steps went to the direction where you heard it from, light coming down from above helping you lead the way. It appeared there was a small river deep into the woods, you could hear the sound of water rushing down disappearing in the darkness down the way where faint light from the moon couldn't reach it. That's when you noticed the samurai. It appeared that your panic was short-lived and suddenly you felt foolish. He didn't abandon you, he just simply cleaned himself in the water while you were sleeping. He was dressing up when your eyes zeroed in on his chest. Rather, on a strange fabric covering the area. bindings? why would a man need bindings around his chest you wondered before realization hit you and you let out a quiet gasp, taking slow steps backwards.

He, or rather, she was on you before you even managed to blink. The tip of the sword brushed against your neck and you finally let out a loud gasp falling on the cold ground scrambling on your feet to get away from the samurai. She pulled her sword away, grabbing your kimono and bringing her face closer until you could feel her cold breath against your skin. Eyes, icy like the river, bore into you seemingly trying to pierce you with the gaze alone and all you could do was stare back at her gaping like a fish out of water.

If looks could kill

Another shiver took a hold of your body and then you heard it, her voice, almost as cold and deadly as her eyes, whispering against your ear,

"If you tell anyone about this I will kill you"

And brave and reckless you were, but mindless you were not for you believed her every word and managed a tiny, shaky nod not trusting your voice to speak. She let go of you then, dropping you unceremoniously on the ground and going back to finish dressing up as you sat there wondering if luck was at your side or you were truly foolish to believe so.

Next morning you both continued your walk again. You quietly gathered your supplies after eating and followed her on the road not missing the stare which now you knew hid eyes colour of a chilly winter sky. The silence once welcoming now hung in the air threatening to deafen you. Tension so thick you could almost taste it on your tongue. Walk was short lived because not even an hour in, your luck decided to test you again.

Three men, seemingly out of nowhere appeared right in front of you two their gazes dark, their eyes even darker and you cursed in your head noticing their ugly stares fixed on your body. Your samurai just stood there staring down at them without saying a word before slowly tilting her head to the side and whispering for only you to hear,

"stand back"

You did as you were told and watched as the three men laughed at your companion.

"You think you can take us?" Said one of them, voice raspy filled with amusement and mockery as he took out the small blade and dangled it in front of the samurai while other two laughed. "Give us the girl and maybe we'll let you walk away"

You heard it then. A faint chuckle, melodic and deep so unlike the laugh coming out of awful men in front of you and a part of you, mistrustful and weak and so, so foolish, wondered if she'd actually give you to them. It seemed that you didn't have to wonder long because she unsheathed the sword and before you even managed to blink, her sword was slicing the hand dangling a rusty blade.

It felt like time slowed down, hand fell on the ground blood oozing out from the wound painting everything red and you felt like you were underwater, your ears filled with cotton. You didn't even notice your shaky legs giving out as you fell on the ground yet again.

It ended as fast at it started and soon one man lay dead on the ground, blood pooling around him, his sliced hand laying next to him clutching that rusty metal as other two were running away with panicked gasps and curses. There wasn't a drop of blood on the samurai as she turned around putting the sword back into the scabbard. She noticed your fallen form and tilted her head an unkind smile appearing on her face as she took slow steps towards you, like an animal stalking it's prey.

"are you scared?" Her voice held a hint of mockery, tone almost bored. You realized then that she expected you to run. To cry. A demon, an onryō wearing a mask of a human with mixed blood and eyes so unlike anything you've ever seen before. She expected you to be scared or disgusted and while you were shocked and maybe scared a little bit, there was a hint of something deep inside you, something that made you walk all those miles away from home, made you brave and made you reckless.

A hint of curiosity.

You were curious about her. A lone samurai, a woman, something completely unheard of, walking around for a purpose you didn't know and killing with such precision and skill that left you speechless. That intrigued you, that pulled you in and made you want to understand, to unravel the mystery that was the woman standing in front of you. So really, how could you help it? How could you stop the curiosity taking over your body and how could you stop the words that stumbled out of your mouth catching both of you by surprise.

"What's your name?"

Such a simple, innocuous question. There was a dead man laying in his own blood and there was a samurai in front of you who killed him in mere seconds and you wanted to know her name?

She let out a laugh then. A real laugh, throwing her head back and wrapping arms around herself all hints of mockery and distrust disappearing from her face. The sound pulled you in, mesmerized you and took you by surprise so sudden you felt foolish. foolish for the way your cheeks warmed and foolish for the way your treacherous heart speed up it's rhythmic beating against your chest.

"It's mizu" was all she said after she calmed down and oh, you were such a foolish girl after all.

The walk afterwards wasn't as unpleasant anymore. Tension hanging in the air disappeared and took the silence with it. For some unknown but quite welcoming reasons she even indulged in small talk with you. You got to know about her purpose and in return she got to know about your life in village.

Mizu. Set on a path towards killing four white men in japan. Mizu, whose blue eyes lost it's icy edge and reminded you more of a warm summer sky instead, of clear ocean - wild, untamed but beautiful and deadly. And you wondered, if you tested your luck once more, could you drown in them or drift above.

#mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai fanfic #mizu x you #mizu x fem!reader #writers on tumblr #haven't written anything in ages #it's on ao3 as well with the same title

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local-meme-lord · 9 months

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Happy Anniversary Ducktales 2017 fandom **Drops these memes and disappears for another year***

Everytime Mark steals shit from gryo

Yeahhh

#ducktales meme #ducktales2017 #dt17 #dt 2017 #ducktales17 #lauchpad mcquack #darkwing duck #drake mallard #gyro gearloose #mark beaks #lena de spell #webby vanderquack #lena sabrewing #ducktales #drakepad #ducktalesanniversary2023 #i haven't drawn or written in ages

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lesbian-kyoru · 21 days

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feeling incoherent about the last chapter of svsss vol 3 and particularly the sex scene—i knew Vaguely what to expect and was prepared but i was not prepared for how deeply? it would move me emotionally? the grotesque and painful nature of it was so perfectly suited to the story, and i love what it got across how excruciating and uncomfortable it is to be Known intimately by another person and submit yourself to being loved by them.

it's ultimately necessary and freeing to shen qingqiu to give himself up to that Ordeal, and the forced & ultimately fatal nature of it is what allows him to actually let himself want it. and for luo binghe, even without an awareness of what he's doing, it's very humanizing to be accepted so fully and wholly for the most uncontrolled, desperate, lonely version of himself. the line "luo binghe seemed to have found some small sense of security" really struck me, the juxtaposition between the recklessness paired with that gentle realization of safety.

the terror & discomfort of the scene don't feel undesired somehow, either physically or on an emotional level, like they're just an inevitable part of what it means for bingqiu to finally embrace each other—that the love is so strong that it's worth weathering the sheer intensity of it & being consumed by it. it all just felt like a super fitting microcosm of bingqiu's relationship of absolutely clawing and clinging to each other, despite the pain and insecurities it forces them to grapple with, both together and within themselves. it's all very bare and pink and bald-faced! gahhh!!!!

#svsss #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #mxtx #i haven't written meta in ages so i am just word vomitting #i am fucked up!#zoe.txt

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strxwberrylemonxde · 2 months

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joker joker 😣🙏 please pleaseee

a/n: SKDNJS I'M FINALLY FREE TO ANSWER MY ASKS 😭 allow me to use this ask to insert some random headcanons of our favorite pookie bear while I work on the other joker fics I got for you 🤩 these are so bad im so sorry

There is something about the Joker that gives "DARRRRRLLINNGGGGG GUESS WHO JUST ESCAPED THE PSYCCHHHH WARDDD"

He would say this to Batman after escaping Arkham for the millionth time

Kicks feet and giggles

Someone please sedate me

I know damn well they had to put a muzzle on this man in Arkham because he bit someone for talking bad about Batman

It was Killer Croc 💀

I think this man loves sprinkles for some reason -- specifically rainbow sprinkles

Like he needs it on his ice cream or else he won't eat it

Like he would rob a store at gunpoint for rainbow sprinkles

And then go, “Oh nooo, I hope a big, bad, Bat doesn’t come and stop me” type shit 😭

Speaking of ice cream, I wholeheartedly believe Joker is lactose intolerant

Does he care?

Not in the slightest

He is guzzling milk, cheese, and ice cream at all times

He went to extensive lengths to smuggle in a picture of Batman into his cell in Arkham, but don’t ask him how he did it

You don't wanna know

He has a tattoo on his lower back a tramp stamp of the bat symbol

#i hope this was at least somewhat enjoyable 😭#i haven't written joker fics in AGES #kind of embarrassed of this 💀#🌻: lynn’s answers #🍯: freshly baked #🌙: midnight meadow runs #the joker #dc joker #batman x joker #joker x batman #joker headcanons #joker x reader #the joker x reader #dc comics #dc universe #batman #dc batman #batman comics

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ssaahthings · 5 months

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I aimed to help you, in return you helped me too. (Reciprocity)

Sometimes you noticed when things were off with Hotch, it seemed like a glitch in his armor. Specifically moments when you would hand him his coffee if it was out of reach, as he would move around any table the team was working at; walking and thinking. Your fingers would brush and his grip would tighten. It happened when you would squeeze by to step into the elevator at the office in Quantico, arms brush by, and he would freeze. It was never a noticeable thing, if anything it was only retrospectively apparent in those moments.

When it became clear to you, that he was likely touch starved, was when you needed to hold on to his arm to balance yourself because you had a rock stuck in your shoe; you felt his bicep flex under your fingers and heard his breath hitch yet when you casted a glance up at him he was focused on the squad cars parked in front of the crime scene you were needed at, your interest was piqued then.

After that you began noticing he would never partake in the physical camaraderie; Emily would hug and lean on JJ, Morgan would ruffle Reid's hair as he passed the genius and throw an arm around Penelope when she joined them from her office, and Rossi would pat their backs in a paternal manner when he spoke to them. Sure he had Jack, to hug and cuddle with but you deemed it was different with a father-son relationship, he most likely thought he was giving his son what he needed. Aaron Hotchner is selfless like that, one of the reasons you love him as much as you do.

For a while it was all observations and your heightened sense to notice patterns, especially when it was regarding the man himself.

You were already having a bad day today, the team had made a miscalculated judgement based on the competency of the officers in the local precinct, who were also ridiculing you as well as the whole of the team, but because of the past days, past week, past month it hit you harder than the rest of your coworkers. It's not like you don't know you can go to them with your troubles, considering they're also your closest friends, it's just hard to paraphrase it in a way that would make sense. It felt like everyone was going through something this time of year, but with the jobs you all had, there wasn't much else to do but move onward.

So here you were, standing next to Hotch who was holding a piece of gauze to his forehead from where the unsub's submissive partner, the team had failed to profile, struck him from trying to save the offender you were after. Your eyes roamed his face, his arms, his chest cataloging to make sure he wasn't harmed anywhere else. When you heard the paramedic say he didn't need to go into the hospital you sighed in relief and took some of the fresh pieces of bandages that had been placed beside him and offered to take over cleaning and bandaging him up, making sure he was okay.

"Y/N, you know you don't have to do this." You heard Hotch mumble, seemingly far away but still alert enough to be aware of his surroundings, always on guard like that.

You nod and smile softly and you say, "I know, but it's making me feel better to take care of you right now." You finish cleaning off the blood from his face, gently press the ends of the butterfly bandage in place, "There, good as new." You let him know you were done, squeezing his arm for nonverbal punctuation.

You notice again that he tenses and avoids your gaze, "Hotch? Are you okay?"

"Aaron?"

Still no response, you think back to when he got injured and you don't remember his arm being hurt, so then you start to remember all the other times he's tensed up and you remember all the evidence that leads to him being touch starved, you remember the time you had to physically lean on him for support.

But by the time you're ready to do something about it, he's already assigning tasks to the team and then it's back to the hotel. You have to stop by the precinct to wrap up and grab your work and personal belongings when you overhear some officer make a snide comment about you and your team, it puts you on edge and in order not to make things more complicated you keep quiet and leave for the hotel.

You're quiet and they all notice it, they see how your shoulders are tense and that you're not joining in on the conversation, and you fail to hear the others making plans for dinner or to notice how Hotch is acutely observing you, trying to piece together why you're feeling the way you are in that moment.

His room is on the same floor as yours, across from yours even, so when you walk up to your room and just stand there, Hotch is watching you from the doorway of his. He takes a step forward leaving the door open, observing you.

"Y/N?" Aaron spoke softly as to not disturb the quietness of the hallway.

You turned around and looked at him, he seemed to be concerned. "Hmm?"

"Are you okay? You've been off since we got back to P.D." His voice tender, eyes shining under the lights.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine, Hotch. Don't worry about me." You wave him off unconvincingly.

"You sure? Because you could come in and we can order room service for dinner, the others already left. You could consider it making things even for you patching me up." He vaguely gestures to his head.

That amuses you, so you smile and agree, crossing the way into his room, looking it over your eyes fall on the open windows on the opposite side, "You got a really nice view of the city, I just face the nextdoor building." You sigh dramatically, side eyeing him so he knows you're just teasing.

"Yeah, but I'm sure it's a great building." He retorts, "What would you like to eat?" holding the phone and menu card in his hand

"I think we've eaten enough around each other for you to know what my preferences are." You turn to face him, with a brow raised.

He huffs out a laugh and nods your way, afterwards placing your dinner order. It was a timid sense of normalcy, forgetting what the day trailed behind the two of you, your nerves come back so abruptly it it feels like a force knocked a breath out of you, and of course he notices it. He notices you.

"Y/N... I'm here if you want to talk about what happened. I noticed that you seemed a bit shaken up after we came back." He comments while moving to stand before you, the sincerity in his eyes gives you the illusion of making them brighter, and your heart clenches for him in affection.

"It's just... been a tough day, Hotch." You confess, keeping your eyes wide in order to combat the stinging behind them that you know means you'll start crying soon, "at first it was one of those days, you know? The kind that you just go through the motions, but ultimately you're alright in the end. And then I had to deal with those officers, they belittled me so much but I know with this job and being on this team, we have a duty to a sense of professionalism, so I kept my mouth shut, reserved. And then you-" You blinked and a rogue tear escaped, keeping your eyes closed for a moment while you let out a hushed, "I was so scared when I saw you get hit... It was hard to focus because I needed to make sure you were okay but we also had a job to do."

Your eyes begin to sting further with oncoming unshed tears, blinking rapidly to fight the sensation and giving up the fight to falsely show your resolve. With your view downcast you noticed one of Aaron's tells for when he was contemplating something; his thumb would move up and down his index and middle fingers. Up and down two times, switch, up and down two times more. Your mind begins to race, what could the eloquent Aaron Hotchner be contemplating saying or doing in front of, or to you.

Whatever it was you looked up and locked eyes with him, something unspoken passed and all you could do was nod your head minutely. Standing still, allowing him to make the steps to come to you, and to wrap his arms around you. One around your shoulders, and the other around your waist. You laid your head on his shoulder, face tucked between the crisp fabric of his shirt and the soft skin of his jawline. You took a deep breath, and wrapped your arms around him in return. Sliding your palms from his midsection, feeling the muscles ripple in their wake, to then connect your hands together in a lock.

"It's okay to asked to be touched, you know." He startles at the sound of your voice.

"I... It's been a while. Not since..." He trails off, knowing you would understand.

"I know, but it's okay, Aaron."

"How come you're the one comforting me now, I was supposed to be consoling you."

"Well, that's what partners do right? An equal give and take for what's needed," You inquire, "And don't think I didn't notice the subtle topic change, Mister."

"Oh we're partners, now?" He says playfully, giving your side a squeeze in further acknowledgement of what you said.

"Well yeah, I mean..." Trailing off when you feel a soft press of his lips to your temple, "Oh..." You breathe out.

"I was teasing you, Honey." He says with a chuckle. Clearing his throat he begins, "You know, I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to feel so much again, for someone, for you. Everyday I see you at the office in the bullpen, or in a precinct when we're away, or if I'm lucky enough to see you sleepy in hotels. Y/N, it feels like a second chance I'm not certain that I deserve."

You move to pull away, so you can look at him in his eyes when you say the words you heard unspoken, but his arms tightened around you, you smiled brightly.

"Aaron, love," You give him a squeeze for emphasis, he viscerally reacts to the term of endearment "I think we all deserve a second chance in life, in love."

After you're able to step back enough to press a kiss to his cheek, right where it meets the corner of his mouth. He gives you the privilege to see his blinding smile.

fyi: it's been a little while since i've written anything like at all but !!! i'm trying my best now to get to writing and post things because it's one of my favorite things to do ❤

this is for: @greg-montgomery @criminalskies @htchnr @ssahotchnerr

#aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner #i haven't written anything in ages help me #oh this is also friends to lovers #clingy!aaron #touch starved aaron #for rome 🌱#for fay 🌸#for katie 🤍#for aurora 💫#post ep 100 #aaron hotchner x reader #safe for gender neutral readers #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #or #aaron hotchner x female reader #or even #aaron hotchner x male reader

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steventhusiast · 3 months

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STWG prompt 31/1/24

prompt: visual prompt (two silhouettes on their bikes watching the sky at dusk, a shooting star goes across the screen)

pairing/character(s): steddie

Eddie has to admit that when Steve pitched this date to him he almost said no.

Biking through some off-road trail for forty five minutes to get to a pretty field and have a picnic under the stars? That sounds like hot and sweaty torture to him. And not the good kind.

But as he'd been about to say that to Steve, he'd made the mistake of looking at his face, and Steve seemed so excited. His eyes were practically twinkling as he told Eddie it's the best place to watch the sunset for miles, and that no one's ever there in the evening because it's so out of the way, and that it's far enough away that the stars are clear at night. How could Eddie say no after that?

So here he is.

Hot and sweaty, as predicted, even an hour after they've arrived at their destination.

But they're sat opposite each other on a picnic blanket, cross-legged with their knees touching they're so close. And Steve is smiling at him like he's the best thing he's ever seen. And the horizon is pink as the last of the sun goes down, casting a glow over them both. And Eddie swears he just saw a shooting star go past behind Steve.

If he was with anyone else, he'd wish on that star to never have to do that much exercise again. Or to not have to do the bike-ride back at least.

But he can't find it in himself to hate the idea of this date anymore, exercise be damned. He hates to admit it.. but he's enjoying himself. He always enjoys time with Steve- if he's there, smiling at him like this? Even if he has to exercise in the process, he'll be there.

So instead of his usual wish, he closes his eyes (and ignores Steve questioning what he's doing) and wishes that every date with Steve feels like this, no matter how long they've been dating or how mundane the activity.

When he opens his eyes, Steve is still looking at him, a subtle smile on his face.

#steddie #steddie drable #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #i promise i'm still here and alive just haven't written properly in AGES #life keeps getting in the way #stwgdailyprompt #dailydrabble #mywriting

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derpylittlenico · 6 months

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[insert screaming keysmash]

(... don't ask me, idefk. i just love these extra bitches)

"This had to be some kinda...bizarre bit of karmic bullshit, or whatever, because it was so beyond unfair that the one time he accidentally texts Peter instead of Cora, he admits to wanting to swallow him down like he was the last glizzy at the Pump N Go. That.....was probably dirtier than it sounded in his head. Probably lucky he hadn't said that. Not the point. The point was? His luck fuckin blew."

#peter hale #stiles stilinski #steter #my text edit #telling a story in two images #don't even ask me about that blurb idefk #i haven't written in an age but? sky daddy insisted

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marvelfanfics1 · 8 days

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Loki trying to understand the current drama between your stuffed animals:

*still doesn't understand but nods his head anyway* "Yeah, that makes sense, little one..."

#it's a crime that i haven't written for him in ages #little!reader #little reader #daddy!loki x little!reader #daddy!loki laufeyson #daddy!loki

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cuubism · 11 days

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imaginary numbers, or wish pregnancy - you choose! <3

shared a bit of Wish, so here's Imaginary Numbers -- Complex Math installment that's basically just Taking Care of Hob Hours

“That’s sweet. You’re sweet,” Hob tells him, and pops the tiny pastry in his mouth. “I love you.” Dream blushes. He still does that, when Hob tells him he loves him. Hob kind of wishes he never stops. Dream hands him another pastry. It’s… strange, this. Dream trying to take care of him. Anyone taking care of him. Since his mum passed, he’s pretty much just been on his own. “Do you—” Dream starts, suddenly hesitant. “I did not ask if you preferred to be alone today.” In fact, Hob really, really doesn’t want to be alone today, but admitting that with its true fervor feels… desperate. He can be alone. He can handle it, has handled it. But. He takes Dream’s hand. “I was alone today last year,” he says. “And the year before, when she passed. I planned her funeral by myself, and still there was almost no one to come.” Frankly it’s a miracle he didn’t drop out of school then, now that he thinks about it. Dream looks stricken. “I did not mean—” “There’s nothing I want more than for you to be here.” Please. I don’t want to be alone again. Dream’s anxious expression slowly subsides. “…Oh.” Then he looks tentatively pleased. Hob leans his head against his shoulder again. Dream wraps an arm around him, with some hesitance at first, then, growing bolder, he tugs Hob in so Hob is leaning fully against him, half in his lap with his face pressed against Dream’s throat. It’s… nice. It’s really nice.

#title subject to change #complex mathematics #ask #the-apocrypha #:)#my writing #there's also complex math elopement in the works but i haven't written any in ages

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a-lilypad · 1 month

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here's a little snippet from the a/b/o jegulus smut fic i'm writing rn because i'm bored and super excited to share <3

Regulus looked at him for a moment and then suddenly he and James were kissing again. It was fast and hungry, the desperation they both felt seeping into it.

Before he knew it, James had moved him so he was lying down and caged between his arms, one of the alpha’s thighs between his, so close to where he wanted it yet so far.

Regulus was scratching at James’ back while pushing his hips up, trying to get him closer, to get him to press down and give him some friction, but he only responded by threading his hands through Regulus’, now damp, hair and pulling hard. His lips fell open with a gasp and James, encouraged by the reaction did it again, using Regulus’ pleasure as an opportunity to lick into his mouth, the warmth of his tongue permeating his entire being.

Regulus had never been so warm in his life, the places pressed up against James were on fire, the fingertips stroking his skin setting him aflame. He was burning hot, it felt like he was in the company of the sun rather than a person and at that moment he understood why Icarus kept flying.

If he had to choose between his life and feeling the way he felt with James in that moment he knew he would throw his life away every single time.

#i am very nervous about posting this #i haven't written in ages so..bear that in mind #but anyway!#a while back i was like god i wish there was more a/b/o jeggy #and then i realised i had free will and could just...write something #so thats what im doing #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #jegulus fanfiction #marauders era #jegulus omegaverse #a/b/o dynamics #starchaser #sunseeker #fic: i ran my fingers through your hair

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metathemeta-art · 9 months

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specifically for any other celiac dca enjoyers because. look. we gotta cope somehow!! but also this can apply to anyone who has food stuff going on. I think Moon would be super gross about it but he would also not let a single thing poison you ever. special robot sensors or something

#living vicariously through all the y/ns who are written to just be able to eat things #god I wish that were me #disability pride month might be over but dont worry moon will still taste test your snacks #not used to tumblr formatting sorry if this post is super long #ANYWAY tags time #art #artists on tumblr #fnaf #fnaf fanart #moon fnaf #moon x reader #moon x y/n #moon x oc #I really don't know which of these this fits into #let me live I am so sorry #daycare attendant fnaf #also if you're wondering why the drawings look like they're out of practice it is because I haven't drawn properly in ages #sick with the secret third thing (don't know what it is)#anyway time to stop writing an essay goodnight everyone

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 7 months

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It's late... I'm thinking about the Vanserra brothers and like... I love them. Period.

#i also haven't written for both of them in ages #and i miss it #ahhh #lucien vanserra x reader #eris vanserra x reader #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #acotar

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steamed-rice-enjoyer · 9 months

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cws: gn!dom!reader. silvermane guard!reader. some plot, but mostly porn. sub!pela. office sex. power imbalance. (you are clothed, she's not.) fingering. exhibitionism. minimal aftercare. rushed ending. i'm incredibly horny. (meaning it's not proofread. let me know if i should add any other warnings!) mandatory "english isn't my first language" warning.

a/n: wow, i finally wrote smut? how rare! special thanks to my dear friends who encouraged me to post this. haven't written anything in 10 months. this is sort of for getting through my writer's block.

Meeting Pela was all thanks to a lucky, accidental meeting, orchestrated by Gepard. And wow, are you thankful. Meeting fellow co-workers supposedly strengthens trust and bonds between the guards. You couldn't agree more. But being at the right place and the right time, you met Pela. Briefly. But that's all it took. You invited her after work to go drinking. And you got close. A bit too close, for workplace standards. Oh, but you really are so thankful to have found someone who can understand your frustrations as a Silvermane Guard. She's always happy to listen to you mindlessly complain, as she does her work. Venting your annoyance to curious ears. Office work does get dull, but your stories? Never. -- Thankful that once you took off all of your heavy armor, she didn't mind sitting in your lap, getting comfortable. This time, however, she was the one thankful. So very thankful. You couldn't see how hard she was blushing. Thoughts running around in her head. What could this lead to? She cautiously suggests that if you do have anything troubling you, you can take it out on her. Anytime. Something clicks in your brain, frantically taking off her clothes, kissing wherever your lips can reach. So thankful to now have cute little Pela in your lap, trying to squirm away from the stimulation your fingers are bringing her. So sensitive, you think to yourself. Whispering praises into her neck, how well she's doing. "What if... haaah~...What if someone comes in?" Pela squeals as you hit that special spongy spot deep inside her as you curl your fingers. How precious. You wish you could hear that sound more often. You think to yourself. "What then? If someone were to come in... Hmm. I'd say they'd have a clear view of you being pretty, as always." You hum into her neck. Looking down how your fingers keep appearing and disappearing into her cunt, slick covering her thighs and some even dripping down to your pants. Her breathing is getting quicker, moans more eager. She's basically panting at this point. Gasping as she's about to reach her high. So, naturally, you take your soaked fingers out of her pussy, bringing it to your lips and licking them clean as you rest your head on her shoulder. She tries to look away, but she grows more twitchy and impatient.

She cries out and grinds down on your lap, and thighs, hoping to get some, if any form of friction against her exposed cunt. Muttering soft "please" -s into the steamy and rather small office the two of you are in.

How could you resist not giving in? She's fucked dumb on your fingers. Of course, you give Pela what she wants most. Sweet release... So you let Pela take control of your hand, just this once. Riding your fingers as she's setting a quick pace. She's moaning so loud, you can't stop thinking about someone walking in. You will have to do something about your own arousal sooner or later, but that can wait. The sound she makes as she cums is forever engraved into your mind. Thighs shaking, eyes closed, she's guiding your hand that is deep inside her. She throws her head back, almost hitting your chest.

"You are always such a treat..." Praising her as she slowly calms down from her orgasm. Only having time to clean her up, kissing her forehead tenderly as you get up to leave. "Sadly I don't have time for seconds." Truly unfortunate that you really do have to get back to work so soon. Wishing to postpone your evening patrols. With you fully plated up in sturdy armor, you wave goodbye to her, as you gently open, then close the door, swiftly sneaking out. When your figure disappears from Pela's sight, she thinks about how this whole... act was like something she'd read or even write about in one of her... books.

#hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #pela smut #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #rice is writing n/sfw #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #gn reader #dom! reader #sub! honkai star rail #sub! character #WAAAH IM SO SCARED I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN AGES #:FEAR:!!!

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sequencefairy · 5 days

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do you have the extra scratch to bleach your pretty little asshole?

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It's the second time that Shane goes blond that really does Ryan in. He'd been affected the first time, but who hadn't been? What a change! His friend, usually so conservative about his appearance even with the wild shirts and strange colour combinations, making such a change? Not something Ryan would have anticipated at all.

And then. And then Shane did it again. Went to the salon, asked for and received a colour treatment and Ryan just--well. He's lost the plot. He's not to be blamed for any of what happened after that, he's not. He can't be. Anyone would have done the same when faced with Shane and his blond hair and the attitude adjustment it came with.

So. Anyway. Not his fault, is what Ryan means. Definitely the ammonia fumes in Shane's hair colouring. Or something. Ryan doesn't know.

He should really stop thinking about this here, where he is balls deep in the hot clutch of Shane's body, his bare hand pressed against Shane's bare spine while Shane writhes under him, asking without asking for Ryan to move, to do something, to do anything. Ryan's not moving. He's already told Shane he won't. This is a non-negotiable part of the scene. Shane's gotta ask for it. He's gotta look back over his shoulders, pretty eyes wide, eyelashes clumped together, and open his mouth and ask for what he wants.

That's the deal.

Shane shifts and Ryan presses in, like he's not already all the way sheathed. The air goes out of Shane's lungs in a high wheeze, but he's nodding into the pillow so Ryan leans down further, covering Shane with his body, so he can put his mouth right next to Shane's ear.

"You want it, baby?" Ryan husks. "You know how to get it. You know all you gotta do is just tell me what you want. I can wait here all day, Shaney-boy, you and I both know it--"

Shane whines and squeezes his eyes shut tight. He clenches around Ryan, his body a ripple of sensation that makes Ryan have to bite his own lip and breathe through.

"Ry--" Shane starts, and stops.

"Come on," Ryan cajoles, sing song, "or I'll think you're holding out on me. Is that what you're doing? Getting off on the denial? Think you can come just like this? Keeping my dick warm in your pretty little asshole?"

Shane mutters something under his breath, but he hisses as Ryan shifts his knees. "Please," Shane says, finally, and it sounds like he's dragged it out from the soles of his feet. "Ryan--Da--" Shane stops himself and Ryan grins, wolfish.

"Who's gonna take care of you, baby?" Ryan asks. "Who makes sure you have the money for your hair appointments?" Ryan runs his hand down Shane's flank. Shane squirms both into and way from the touch. "Who gives you that extra scratch to keep your pretty little asshole bleached?"

Shane groans. "Fuck. Please, Ryan--fucking move, daddy, I need it."

"Good boy," Ryan says, leaning up and back and before snapping his hips. "Come on your daddy's cock, Shane."

And Shane does. Almost immediately.

#jess answers #anonymouse #shyan #skeptic believer #wow thank you so much anon for this great prompt i haven't written shyan fic in a dog's age #really appreciate you coming in to break up the discourse hours with something fun like this!

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