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naurimastaur · 9 months

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Seeing them for the first time, again

Summary: losing a lung and your friends to wkcd meant Gally had a pretty shit year. What’s the harm however, in seeing a familiar face?

Pairing: Gally (maze runner) x nb!reader

A/N: this is so cringe but I’m so obsessed with him Idc if this flops with the dying tmr fandom// also this is my first attempt at angst so go easy on me

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“Hey everybody relax, we’re all on the same side here,” Gally called out amongst the chaos. The faces of his old friends turning towards him in apprehension. The familiarity of his voice momentarily pausing their act of rebellion, the concealment of his face enhancing their confusion.

“What do you mean, we’re all on the same side? Who the hell are you?” Thomas, ever the skeptic, interrogated.

Gally’s eyes weren’t focused on him however, for lingering in the back was the reason he joined the right arm to begin with; y/n. Wretched and messy but all in one piece, they stood in front of him.

It was like seeing them for the first time, all over again.

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Gally had heard the familiar siren of the box’s arrival. He wasn’t remotely interested most of the time on seeing who came up with it. On this day however Gally had overworked himself, and the idea of joyfully revelling in a greenie’s newfound terror seemed like a treat.

Towering over the box he spotted a figure hiding amongst the supplies, crouched like a caged animal, eyes wild and ferocious. He had to admit his curiosity was peaked, most greenies were crying at this point. This one however had looked at him in rage, a hand lingered behind their back.

“Where the hell am I?” They snarled, chest slightly heaving, the only real indicator of their fear.

“Your new home,” Gally had replied, a sarcastic smile on his face. His gaze never left the greenie, whose eyes had regarded each and every teen boy in front of them with predatory caution.

“Why can’t I remember anything?” They questioned, eyes never focused on one person.

“All part of the glade’s charm,” Gally said, before he had reached out an arm for them to take. His admiration controlled his limbs before his brain did.

The greenie considered his offer before they had hauled themselves up, and bolted towards the maze doors. Gally hadn’t bothered to run after them, leaving the job to someone who actually cared like Newt. He had however returned his gaze to the supplies, noticing one of the crates was missing a shard of wood, no doubt a fault of the greenie’s.

He had to admit he was enamoured from that point onwards.

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Now they stood adjacent, mirroring their first encounter. Y/n was looking at him with rekindled fury, this time paired with their tainted memories. Their gally had died back in the maze, physically and figuratively. This version was a stranger; a defying act against fate.

The fire within them was awakening once again, where it was quieted by the nature of the glade, it now burned with the raw desire for revenge.

Their wrath was overcoming their joy. For where their heart was aching for the comfort of Gally, for the ease of his embrace, the overbearing rage was all-consuming.

Wkcd had taken Gally, that much they were certain of. This was a trick, a taunting illusion created from the depths of their imagination and wkcd’s tampering. Their time confined within wkcd’s laboratories meant they were forever trapped in their own mind, never knowing for certain what was real.

What was real was that there was a time when Gally had been theirs, when his company mellowed their temper and gave them faith. But those feelings had died with him, things were different now. They were both different; no longer two sides of the same coin but two puzzle pieces that didn’t quite fit anymore.

( why did I write this cringe corny ass ending)

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A/n: might write a part 2 if I’m feeling silly. Also, why did I describe y/n so animalistic? Bc I’m so crazy and quirky and I can do what I want!!!! If you’d like to leave a request for any character for me to write, feel free I’m open to any! To my Weasley twin enthusiasts I will write them again don’t sweat it, I’m going through a phase<3

@thescrunkler despite you not being in a tmr phase, you’re getting tagged anyways x

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dimlylittorch · 3 months

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Sugar and Spice: Edition 1

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x soft!reader/chubby!reader

Ghost with a new-hire!reader who is just the sweetest person <3 (this is probably very unrealistic in the sense of how Ghost would actually act, but i figured it was alright to get creative😭)

My Masterlist🌱

Warnings: Fluff

(Alludes to smut at the end, might make this a series with actual smut if you guys like this/request it to be a series!)

Ghost had never been one to find comfort in others. The other men on base would spend their nights with barrack bunnies, or anyone they could find, really. Ghost didn’t need it. He told himself he didn’t, anyways. His heart never did quite believe it. He’d toss and turn at night, promising himself he was a big man. He didn’t need comfort. He didn’t need someone to hold. At least that’s what he told himself.

He’d make his usual rounds, day in and day out when he wasn’t on a mission. Paperwork, meetings, etc. It was known among the men that the barracks bunnies weren’t exclusively barracks bunnies. They’d have other jobs, whether that be fellow soldiers, secretaries, anything you can think of. Yes, this technically was against the rules about no relations with coworkers. But in this line of work, everyone needed someone. The rules were overlooked for the sake of everyone’s sanity. Hardly anything bad ever came from the interactions, only an occasional incident of two people wanting one person on the same night, leading to a small argument. The barracks bunnies did their part, some better at different things. Men and women alike, they all were kind and respectful, just like how they wanted to be treated in return. It was a good system. One Ghost had yet to participate in. He had a bit of a grudge against the whole system. Annoyed he couldn’t let himself get involved with it. Frustrated at how everyone was able to relax except for him. He looked down on the barrack bunnies- considered them attention whores.. when really he was just mad at himself for not being able to let himself go. Not even for one night.

There was a new hire on base, an archivist. Of course, this was an unusual job. There hadn’t really been one on base before. Captain Price thought they would be a good addition to the team, helping them stay organized. Price had called a meeting to go over the plans for an upcoming mission, and a new face walked into the room, much to Ghost’s surprise. You walk in carefully, clearly trying not to cause too much of a disturbance. Suddenly Price speaks up, announcing your name and new position. You smile awkwardly, giving a small little wave to the rest of the room before scurrying to your seat, sitting down with a small sigh of relief. Ghost always sat in the back of the room.. and you sat next to him. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how you look different from everyone else in the room. You’re soft. Not much muscle, pudgy body parts.. a sweet demeanor. It’s not something he’s used to at all. It surprises him. What was a sweet kid like you doing in a place like this?

The meeting drags on, different people going over plans and information. You sit gently, one leg laid flat over the other, your foot bouncing a little. Ghost stared at your moving foot, not having much else to focus on. Suddenly he reaches out, gently grabbing your shoe, stopping its movement.

“Sit still.” He growls under his breath before letting go, looking back up at Price without ever giving you an ounce of eye contact.

You flinch a little at his touch, surprised. You quickly put your leg down, arms now crossed gently over your chest as you look at the floor, cheeks slightly flushed at being called out. A little while passes and the meeting ends. Ghost normally waits for everyone to leave before even bothering to get up, his presence dominating in the back of the room. People bustle out.. everyone except you. When most people have cleared out, you stand up gently, looking down at him. You reach out your hand.

“I’m y/n.” You say softly. “I’m sorry I got on your nerves.. I know little things like that can bother people.” He tilts his head up to look at you, his brown eyes peering into your own.

“Don’t apologize. To me or anyone else. Makes you look weak.” He says gruffly before standing up, peering down at you.

Instead of taking your hand, he gently grabs your wrist, lifting it up in front of your face.

“Don’t do handshakes either.” He murmurs before slipping past you, heading for the door after he releases your wrist. You suddenly turn, watching him leave.

“Why?” You say softly, head tilting out of confusion. He looks back at you, dark eyes sharp.

“I don’t like them.” He says sternly before leaving the room. You’re left standing in the meeting room by yourself, watching through the window as he walks away.

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The next day, you’re setting your things up in your new office. You’re only down the hall from the offices of the more important people on base, like Captain Price or Lieutenant Riley. You’d met Price, but you didn’t know Lieutenant Riley yet. Little did you realize he was the one you’d spoken to in the meeting. On your way to work, you’d decided to stop by the store to pick up a few things for your office. A new lamp, a new charger for your laptop, etc. While you were there you saw these mini gift basket assortments, filled with a few different types of candy and a little stuffed animal. You smiled when you saw them, thinking about how it might be a good idea to leave a nice impression on your new office neighbors. You grabbed a few, smiling to yourself as you drove to work, excited to try and make a few new friends. You were ever the optimist, always hoping other people would appreciate things like you did.

You slip into the hallway out of your office, walking down the hall and setting the gift baskets in each of the other offices little mailboxes outside of the door. They were just small enough to fit inside of the wedge, so you didn’t have to bother whoever was inside. You get to Lieutenant Riley’s office, and the door is open. You pause when you see the man from the meeting, the one that has been wearing a skull mask. He looks up, hearing your footsteps, waiting for you to explain yourself.

“Lieutenant Riley..” you say softly, eyes meeting his. “I didn’t realize it was you I’d spoken to.”

You step forward, walking up to his desk before you gently set the little gift basket at the center of it, on top of his paperwork.

“Since you’re here- I’ll give it to you directly.” You chuckle faintly, looking down as you feel his hard gaze on you.

He picks up the gift basket, looking at it. It becomes humorously small in his large hand.

“A basket.” He mutters, sparing you a glance.

“A basket.” You repeat softly, confirming his words. “I just.. I..” you say quietly, trying to think of how you could explain your thought process to a large, brooding man like him. “I saw them at the store. And I thought-“ he cuts you off suddenly.

“-Thought you’d try and get on your coworkers good side?” He mutters, voice laced with disapproval.

“It’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like.” He mutters, setting the basket aside.

You sigh softly, looking up, meeting his eyes.

“Yes- okay, I wanted to try and make some friends.. I like being nice. And I thought you guys might appreciate it.”

He glances up and down, sizing you up.

“If you like being nice, be a barracks bunny. And go do it somewhere else.” He spits out quietly, pointing to the door, gesturing for you to leave.

You pause and your head tilts as you look at him with a confused gaze.

“Barracks bunny?” Your soft voice murmurs. “Is that.. some kind of..?” Your voice continues, laced with curiosity.

“You don’t know what a barracks bunny is? Have you even worked on a military base before?” He grunts out, looking up at you from his desk.

“No sir.” You whisper softly, feeling the weight of his gaze.

He sighs a little, rubbing his temple as he stands up, walking around the desk and leaning on the front of it.

“A barracks bunny is someone on base who sleeps around.” He says shortly, looking at you with a hard stare while his arms are crossed firmly over his chest.

A small look of realization crosses your face.. but you don’t look flustered like he expected you to.

“Oh.” You whisper softly. “I didn’t think I was the type.” You chuckle quietly.

“The bloody hell is that supposed to mean?” He grunts out, confused by your lack of embarrassment. He just told you to be a slut, for godsake.

“Well- I’m not exactly a model.” You chuckle softly, looking at him with a small smile. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

His eyes are locked on yours when he sees your smile. You were so goddamn soft. Before he knows it, you’re turning and leaving the room. He reaches forward, lightly wrapping his large hand around your wrist.

“Don’t be a barracks bunny.” He says quietly, voice oddly soft.

You turn to look up at him, brow creasing.

“Why?” You ask softly. “It doesn’t sound that bad.. someone to be with every night.” You chuckle faintly, gaze leaving his own as you look down, subtly eyeing his hand on your wrist.

Your words made him remember why people did it.. that craving for a connection. He felt his heart twist a little at the reminder that he may be a soldier- but he didn’t even get that release.

“Some of the men wouldn’t know how to treat you.” His low voice murmurs, eyes scanning your body again and realizing truly just how soft you are.. one of the softest people he’s seen in a long time.

You look up at him again, a small teasing smirk on your lips.

“How to treat me?” You grin. “I’m not exactly difficult if anyone bothered to try.” You snort with amusement.

His grasp on your wrist tightens and he pulls you close to him, pulling you back inside of his office and closing the door.

“You’re.. softer than they’re used to. They won’t know what you deserve.” He murmurs quietly, gently standing in front of you, you now stuck between his desk and him.

A small look of realization crosses over your face and your smile fades slightly.

“Right. They won’t want me.” You whisper, eyes meeting the floor.

He leans forward slowly, his skull mask almost grazing against your ear.

“They don’t know what they’re missing out on..” he murmurs quietly into your ear.

His hands reach out, gently holding your thighs and squeezing them slightly.

“They don’t know how good it feels to have someone soft.. someone they can’t break.”

You gasp quietly at his touch, not used to someone holding you so firmly. He wasn’t scared of you.. he wasn’t nervous like most guys would be. You knew he wasn’t ashamed of touching you.. of liking you. He knew what he was doing. It had been a while for him.. but it was like riding a bike. He never really forgot what it felt like to hold someone. Which is why the lack of it hurt all the worse.

“Do you..” you start whisper, but your voice trails off.

“Do I what, love?” His low voice rings out.

There’s a quiet pause as you try to work up the nerve to ask.

“Do you always get with people like me?”

His body stills and he pulls back, pulling his skull mask off and cupping your chin, looking into your eyes.

“You’re not a fetish, if that’s what you’re asking.” He murmurs, almost sounding offended.

“I- I didn’t mean anything.” You whisper quickly, cheeks heating up from the thought of upsetting him. “I just.. I want to be sure. Surely you understand that.. you said yourself other guys don’t know how to treat us.”

He sighs softly, pulling his balaclava above his nose, his dry but soft lips now visible.

“Trust me, love.. I know. I’ve always liked them soft.. not that there’s anything wrong with being skinny.” He murmurs quietly as he kisses your jawline, stealing your breath away. “But I’m a bigger bloke.. I don’t have to worry about you slipping away.”

You chuckle faintly at his words, realizing how he understood what it was like to be bigger. He was tall and broad.. you were two sides of the same coin.

“For what it’s worth.. I like your size.” You whisper quietly, wanting to reassure him like he reassured you. “You probably give the best hugs..” you murmur quietly, slipping your hands forward, around his waist and hugging him gently.

He chuckles at your words, slipping his arms around your body and hugging you back. When was the last time someone had complimented him?

“Silly little one, you are.” He whispers into your ear before kissing the skin underneath it. “All soft.. buying me and everyone else presents.. just to make sure we like you, hm?”

You laugh softly, resting your head against his chest.

“You have to admit.. it worked pretty well, considering you’re holding me.” You grin teasingly as you place a small kiss to his chest through his compression shirt.

He grins a little as he feels your kiss and soaks up your words. He hugs you tighter, burying his face into your neck. He was finally holding someone. Some soft little archivist managed to break him open in the blink of an eye..

“Right you are.” He murmurs quietly, a small smile heard in his tone. “Don’t go being a barracks bunny.. you’d be better off as mine.”

“I could be a barracks bunny.. you just have to tell the boys how nice I am.” You murmur teasingly into his chest.

He growls a little, tightening his grasp on you.

“Only ones that get you will be under my supervision.” He murmurs, tone serious. “I’ll have to teach them how to treat a soft little thing like you.” He grunts into your ear.

Truth be told, he liked the idea of having you in front of others.. of proving that he wasn’t just some cold bastard. That he got a soft little thing like you all to himself.. that at the end of the day, he was yours. Even Simon Ghost Riley could let himself be held. Let himself be wanted.

“I can live with that..” you chuckle sweetly against his chest.

Hope you guys liked reading this!!! If you’d like it to be a series, please let me know! If it was a series, there would eventually be smut!

Asks are always open and so are tips!! Love you guys <3

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ethanwylan · 7 months

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writeblr intro!!!!!

hello hello hello!

welcome to my new writeblr!

i am not new to tumblr, i’ve been a user for many years but have never fully ventured into the creative/writer spaces of this platform. but i decided that now is the time to put my silly words out there!

my name is ethan, im a 19 year old english major and former freelance writer. i am queer and trans and would love to follow more queer writers!

- currently, i am trying to get back into writing (specifically fiction) because i am not very well practiced right now

- AND (!!!!) i recently began brainstorming what might become my very first novel! i am in the very very very beginning stages but yeah! i wanted to make this blog so i could document the plotting/drafting process of my first major project!

- the idea is very rough right now, but basically its gonna be a speculative fiction/fantasy about witches and magic and haunted mansions and talking to ghosts and such! its very very much in the ideas stage so nothing set in stone, but i think if i share updates and stuff on here i can hold myself accountable and find motivation to begin writing this book for nanowrimo! (thats my goal)

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m4trosyka1 · 6 months

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The guy best-friend

you wake up to a real-life nightmare and the first person you go to is your guy best-friend, but is that all he is?

Warnings:

VERY SUGGESTIVE

All characters and situations are purely based on my imagination.

one shot fiction: Lee Know from StrayKids

You bring your closed fist up to the cold surface of the door, sounding a firm knock through. The deep night lies cold sending shivers up your bare arms and across your open stomach of the cropped nightwear you wore.

The mascara you fell asleep in smudged beneath your lashes as you wiped off the remaining anger that lied in your tears.

Far in the empty night, you woke up in confusion upon hearing laughter of the person you most dreaded. The faltering thought of it being a nightmare quickly turned a reality, and you spotted her hands creeping all over him. Your boyfriend. She spots you and offered you a sickening smile, the one that haunted you. Your gut churned as your boyfriend turned around in guilt, holding a apologetic look while still holding the bitch.

He was not sorry at all.

You ran before any words could be said, not wanting to hear any bullshit excuses.

After what felt an eternity the door opens and there stood the one person that could comfort you without lifting a finger. Minho.

His hair fluffed all over and fell over his eyes narrowed eyes, trying to make out whatever he was seeing.

Your thoughts run hundreds of miles as you hear him speak. Not really catching anything he was saying, you lunge towards him and wrap your hands around him.

The smell of his shampoo dafted throughout the air mixing in with the familiar smell of cat food that wore off on his shirt. Relaxing in his warmth, calmed your mind and coaxed you through your thoughts. Your heart fell tender as his fingertips run their way up and down your back, your shoulders felt lighter. Nevertheless, this calm was one before a storm.

Letting go of Minho immediately brought all the thoughts tunneling back down your head. Thinking back at the look in the bitch’s eyes as she spotted you, she looked at you in victory as if she accomplished a win in a long fought battle. Like she had been waiting and waiting for the moment to see the loathing in your eyes as she roamed her hands all over your partner.

"Hey." Minho brought his firm grip on my shoulders to bring me out my trance.

"What happened?"

Staring deep into his almond coloured eyes, you found layers of worry implemented in them. He tilted his head while his eyebrows furrowed, ready and in focus for whatever you was about to tell him.

This was all you really needed. Minho was in complete contrast to your partner and was what every man wasn't. In your eyes, Minho always remained the best friend that was always there and nothing more, so why did it feel so strange this time?

He was someone you always would come to with your countless relationship issues and he always listened so intently. A friend to console in.

So what was this unforeseen feeling of allure? Like he was pulling you at him.

It can't be the feel and fuel of rage that bubbled the idea of revenge in you, right?

You wouldn't do that to Minho. You wouldn't use him like that.

So what was it that led to you grabbing his face and shoving your lips on his? Wrapping your feet around his waist and digging your hands into his disheveled hair.

What was it that led you to his bed with nothing but pure bliss and pleasure? Enjoying every kiss and trail of touch that lingered off his fingertips.

Was it Love?

What is love?

Is it waking up in Minho's arms feeling safe? If not, then what explains the warmth pooling in depth of your chest. The fleeting feel of butterflies gathering around just under your soaring heart.

This sunny morning had an unfamiliar scent to it, one of which you felt home in. Safe.

"Good morning." He said, with his hair all over. Such a pretty mess, you thought.

I could get used to this, you thought.

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tanaor · 1 month

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ekdarnellbooks · 1 month

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Jury Duty: Part 4 of 7

A spicy sci fi romance novelette in seven parts.

TW/CW: non-graphic descriptions of a court case where someone described as a "young boy" was tortured and murdered, graphic description of another murder, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, alien MMC, human FMC, tentacle smut.

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NSFW -- 18+ ONLY

A long week, alright, and it was only half over. Eleanor spent her days in conversation with the other jury members, all tentatively agreeing that they’d vote to save humanity, but you could cut the tension in the room with a damn knife.

Nathan was avoiding her, other than the vicious glowers he delivered anytime she dared to look his way. What the fuck was his problem?

In the mornings and evenings, Enzi delivered food to her room. Yes, she was definitely getting preferential treatment, but he never talked about the vote, never tried to influence her decision. Eleanor mostly spoke about Earth, and though it pained her to think of the vote, she was eager to get it over with.

One evening, she had her palm on the interface, ready to open her door after another long day of arguments. The whoosh of air blew her hair back, and then there was a sudden pain at the back of her head and Eleanor crumpled to the floor in a heap. She pressed her fingers against her scalp, sticky blood coating them, then turned to look behind her.

“Nathan?” she asked, nausea bubbling in her stomach as she tried to focus on him.

“You are not going to do this. You are not going to vote against humanity,” Nathan growled, holding a metal tray in his still-raised arm, eyes ablaze with fury. He had just hit her with a damn cafeteria tray.

“What the fuck? You don’t know what my vote is going to—” Eleanor started, but he took a threatening step towards her. Arms raised, she cowered before him, trying to protect herself from another blow.

“No, Eleanor. I know what your vote is going to be. You have something going on with their leader, I know it. You let an alien fuck you and then decide to destroy humanity? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nathan spat each word, laced with poison.

None of that was even true. She had only said she understood Enzi’s reasoning. And she certainly hadn’t fucked him. Eleanor tried to stammer a response, but Nathan spoke over her.

“You’re easy enough to deal with. If you’re dead, then you can’t vote. Humanity can still live.” Nathan looked insane, his eyes wide and a disturbed grin on his face. He wanted to kill her, kill her for nothing, for something she hadn’t even done. Eleanor’s stomach roiled as she tried to take in a sobbing breath, eyes cast down to the floor, dizziness overwhelming her.

“Fuck you, Nathan,” was all she could manage. There was a long pause as she awaited the inevitable blow, and then a horrifying scream.

Eleanor jolted up and there he was, Enzi, standing before Nathan, all his tentacles extended in an obvious act of aggression. He opened his mouth, revealing rows and rows of teeth, and it just kept opening. Enzi’s jaw unhinged and in a swift move, he surrounded Nathan’s head, chomping down with a terrible crunch.

Eleanor had to look away, her stomach roiling as nausea bubbled at her throat. Yes, her breakfast was coming up now, vomit spilling onto the floor as a loud thud echoed through the hall. The sound of mastication filled her head, and she heaved, her entire body shaking.

After a long while, a touch at her back startled Eleanor. She jerked her head too quickly, vertigo causing her to see two of Enzi. A long, pink tongue protruded from his mouth, lapping up the red that covered his face. Blood. It was blood. Nathan’s blood. A glance at the floor next to her, and there was Nathan’s body, his headless body, gore leaking from the stump of his neck.

“What the fuck, Enzi?” she asked, closing her eyes to stop the spinning, to do away with the horrific scene in front of her.

Strong arms scooped her up, cradling her like a baby against his pebble smooth chest. Eleanor wrapped her arms around his neck, desperate for comfort despite knowing the alien was the one who did this.

“He hurt you; was going to kill you. He was not fit for duty. We do not allow vote manipulation.”

That’s what this was about? Vote manipulation?

“You didn’t have to kill him. Jesus, Enzi,” Eleanor breathed, opening her eyes to a freshly cleaned Khureno face. Enzi was serious, no toothy smirk that he usually wore. “You really didn’t have to eat him. You told me you didn’t eat meat.”

“We do not consume flesh, habitually. But sometimes, there are exceptions.”

Enzi said no more as he carried Eleanor into her room, letting the door whoosh shut behind him. He set her gently on the bed before speaking again.

“Perhaps I was impetuous. But he was going to hurt you. He was ready to deliver another blow when I found you. I would not allow him to harm you, will not allow anyone to harm you.”

Despite the horror, Enzi’s words brought a flush to her face, a flutter to her chest. Nathan had looked crazy, like he’d had no qualms about killing her. He’d said he was going to kill her.

“Some instances are unavoidable. Like I said, a necessary evil.”

A necessary evil. Like exterminating an entire species based on the indiscretions of the few. Eleanor was starting to see the appeal. Her vision was still blurry, and there was a distinct ringing in her ears.

“I think I have a concussion. He hit me really fucking hard,” she said, closing her eyes. Tired, she was so tired.

A touch at her cheek and her eyes shot open. Enzi’s tentacle, one that extended from his side, was caressing her face as he gazed down at her. He hadn’t touched her since that first night in his room. She had expected the pulse of fear, but it was absent. Enzi wouldn’t hurt her. Not now, not after what he’d done to protect her.

“I can heal you, if you would like. But I will have to touch you more thoroughly.”

“How can you heal me?” Eleanor asked, trying to focus on his face, though it was difficult.

“My functional appendages,” Enzi said, waving his tentacles at her. “I will undress you, then heal you through dermal contact.”

Eleanor’s head was swimming, but she acceded. Nathan had definitely fucked her up somehow, and without a doctor or hospital, she didn’t know what else she could do. Besides, the thought of being naked around Enzi again… well, it wasn’t that terrible of a thought.

“Okay, yeah. Please help me,” Eleanor whispered, her throat constricting.

Enzi nodded, then carefully undressed her, first sliding off her jacket and skirt, then unbuttoning and removing her blouse. Eleanor’s heart raced as he exposed her, leaving her with nothing but her bra and underwear. Any remaining fear trickled away, replaced with a pinch of arousal, igniting her core.

Even with the headache and dizziness, Eleanor’s eyes widened with shock as Enzi crawled onto the bed, straddling her hips as his tentacles slithered up her bare skin. No, she had not been expecting that. Even the tail tentacles wriggled around his body, squeezing between her thighs as the others pressed against her stomach, her chest, her arms, her neck.

It was like she was attached to some sort of weird alien IV, and the effect was immediate. Warmth flooded her body, replacing the chill of the room. Two Enzis combined into one and her headache disappeared, like a balm had been rubbed across her brain. Nausea receded and the ringing in her ears was gone.

Enzi peered down at her, and between the intense stare and the tentacles enveloping her body, the pinch of arousal turned to a pulse, electricity shooting up her spine.

“Enzi,” Eleanor whispered, her voice raw with emotion.

“Yes, little human?”

What did she want from him? Her head swam, no longer with the incoherence of the concussion, but with the confusion of her own thoughts, of the way her body responded to him. The tentacles were warm and smooth as they caressed her body, one moving to brush her cheek.

“Do you fuck all of your guests?” It was a rude question, yes, and was that even what he wanted? Still, she had to know the answer. And when had she cared about propriety?

Laughter grumbled in Enzi’s chest, that wicked grin replacing his somber expression.

“No, I do not. I have never had sex with anyone on this ship, with any of the species I’ve eradicated.”

“Do you want to fuck me?” Eleanor’s chest constricted as she awaited his answer, the arousal pulsing through her core in time with her heartbeat.

“Yes, Eleanor, I very much want that, if you would let me.”

His words set her heart on fire as she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down towards her. Without thinking, she pressed a kiss against his mouth, though it was difficult with the way each of their faces were constructed. An electric shock to her core as Enzi’s tongue slipped out, brushing against her lips before moving its way down her jawline and neck.

Eleanor unhooked her bra, tossing it aside as Enzi worked his tentacles underneath her underwear, sliding them down her thighs and throwing them to the floor. His tongue was on her bare breasts now, wetness coating her nipples as Enzi swirled circles around them. Tentacles massaged her stomach and thighs, remaining agonizingly far away from where she wanted him.

“Please, fuck me, Enzi.” Her need was frantic, a desperate urge to be filled, to be whole, after all that had happened.

Another grumble of laughter, not mocking, but gentle. Enzi ran a tentacle across her entrance, already slick with longing, and Eleanor let out a low moan. Over and over again, he caressed her, pressing in the tip and then retreating, before penetrating her fully.

Eleanor gasped at the sudden profusion, the way his tentacle pulsed in time with her quickened heartbeat, though a question nagged at the back of her head.

“You… don’t have a penis?” she asked between moans, as Enzi thrust his tentacle into her.

“I can use all of my functional appendages for reproduction,” he said, and Eleanor took in a sharp inhale.

The tentacles were dicks!

All coherent thought left her mind as Enzi fucked her, a delicious rhythm that fanned the flames of arousal. Still, it was not enough.

“More,” she begged, desperate to be filled, desperate to forget.

Enzi obliged. A second tentacle snaked up her thigh, pressing at her entrance as she writhed against him. It prodded at her before sliding its way in, fitting snugly next to the first, like another piece of the puzzle.

Eleanor groaned and Enzi’s eyes flared, glued to her cunt, his tentacles thrusting in synchronicity. The sight should have been repulsive, fleshy pink tentacles penetrating her, filling her to the brim, but it wasn’t. It was erotic, sensual, stimulating. It made all of her muscles clench as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.

“More!” she yelled and Enzi gripped her throat with a clawed hand, the tentacle extending from his elbow slithering towards her mouth.

Eleanor parted her lips for him as he pressed his way in, fucking her mouth in time with the tentacles in her cunt, leaving her dizzy with lust. A salty musk coated her tongue as her muscles tightened, contracting against him, the excess fullness pushing her over the edge.

All she could manage was a mumbled groan with her mouth full, bucking against him as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Eleanor wanted to cry his name, to become one with him, but this was enough. Aftershocks trembled through her, yet Enzi continued to fuck her.

“Are you ready for me, my bold little human?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

Ready for what? Eleanor just nodded, and Enzi let out a fierce groan. Salty warmth in the back of her throat and filling her cunt, running down her thighs as the Khureno spurted his seed into her. Holy shit. It went on for longer than one would expect, until the groans turned to trilling moans, and then hushed silence.

Slowly, Enzi extricated his tentacles, first from her mouth, and then from her cunt, before collapsing next to her. Sticky seed spilled from between her legs, and she wiped the residue from her lips, swollen from his appendage.

Eleanor curled up in Enzi’s arms, exhaustion sweeping over her like a gentle wave. She should regret this. She should be disturbed by what she’d just done. Enzi was an alien, an alien who just killed a man she’d spent the last three weeks with. An alien playing God against the whole of humanity. The Khureno had wiped sixteen species out of existence. She should hate herself.

But she didn’t.

Not one bit.

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cassie-u · 11 months

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“For an angel, aren’t you going to ‌hell, a lot?” the villain asked, his pristine and well-groomed white wings in contrast to the murk and withered place of the abyss. His gaze followed the hero’s movements, crossing his arms in amusement when the hero threw a stone in the pits of eternal damnation; the place where the damned souls reside. The hero’s halo flickered dangerously, his messy wings fluttering behind despite the heat of this world. “Aren’t you the one who brought me here?” he said, trying to hide his fury, yet the stone betrayed him as it cracked due to his powers. “I know,” the villain sneered. “But you like it.”

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tjreidwrites · 1 month

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I’m closer to being done than I am to starting.

That comes with some pressure.

Look at it as good pressure.

It’s only wasted time If you don’t finish, right ?

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alanaaii · 7 months

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PRETTY GIRL SHIT ONLY.

₊ ⊹lay back n stay awhile ˖ ࣪⭑

she / her prns , black , just a vibe

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current works;

#lanaworks

nothing is ever proofread.

↓ about me ↓

who am i? - im alana ( lana , ana, la call me whatever ) im a new writer! im a black girl that lovee me some fictional men 🐈‍⬛ im 19!

what do i do? - i write fics with fictional men (or women 👀) for my black girls. but everyone is welcome to read. i take requests.

that’s really it. all shit i write is mine.

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xaviersgiftedyoungster99 · 10 months

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Hey guys first time posting something like this so let me know what you think!!

Summary: Charles Xavier x Reader, angst, fluff, doctors appointments and romantic surprises 😙

It had been about six months since your boyfriend, Charles Xavier, caught a bullet to his back that would paralyse him from the waist down, confining him to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. To say it's been an adjustment for the both of you, would be the understatement of the century. Of course in the beginning Charles tried everything he could, outside of using his power on you, to convince you that you should leave him. The incident in Cuba had broken him both mentally, and physically. He didn't want you to stay out of pity for him, or because you felt obligated to take care of him. It's taken many months, but things were finally beginning to look up. Charles had been home from rehab for a couple of months now, and things were slowly getting back to their normal routine.

"Charles, sweetheart, it's time to get ready to go to your appointment" you said sweetly, as you walked into the bedroom the two of you now shared. Truth be told you had started sleeping in here while Charles was still in rehab, simply because you missed him and it made you feel closer to him. Once Charles was released however, he required a lot of assistance, so it was just easier if you two slept in the same room, that way you could help him if he needed something in the middle of the night.

"Alright darling, just one moment, and I'll be ready to go" Charles spoke to you in a strained voice. Growing concerned you rushed over to him, to find his legs locked in spasms, knocked off the footplates of his wheelchair, and a pair of neatly folded socks sitting on his lap. You immediately hurried over to the nightstand to retrieve Charles medication, to try and stop the spasms. "Thank you, my love," Charles panted through a pained expression, "I don't know what I'd do without you". You handed him a glass of water with a loving look, and he took his pills. "You don't ever have to worry about that Charles, because I'll always love you, no matter what. Now, let's get those socks on, and get moving, mister! We don't want to be late for your appointment, or your doctor will be lecturing the both of us." You lifted Charles feet, one at a time, putting on his socks and a pair of dress shoes, before gently lifting and placing them on the footplates. With that, the two of you shared a quick kiss, and headed to the car.

Once you arrived at the hospital, you jumped out of the car to retrieve Charles chair. Once assembled you brought it over to the passenger side, where Charles transferred into it with a practiced ease. You tried not to stare, but a lump still caught in your throat every time Charles transferred himself back into the wheelchair. Charles had always had so much energy and enthusiasm for life, always the first to jump out of the car, and now the last. When you sat on the couch together, or in the car, the wheelchair tucked out of sight, it was easy to imagine life was still just the same. It didn't bother you that Charles could no longer walk, you loved him just the same as you ever had, but it was in these moments that you could see the sadness behind his deep blue eyes, as he is reminded again of his new limitations. Charles sighed "Alright, let's go get this over with, shall we?"

The first thing the doctors have Charles do at each session is stretches, and for a while now you have been involved in this part of his therapy. Before Charles came home after the accident, you had to learn how to lift him into and out of his wheelchair from the floor, in case he ever had a fall. Charles is a complete paraplegic, meaning he has absolutely no sensation or movement below his waist. After you get Charles out of his chair and onto the mats, you begin working on some stretches, where you lift and manipulate his legs for him. This helps keep what little muscle tone Charles still has in his legs from atrophying completely, and is also good for his circulation.

You're very happy that Charles trusts you enough to let you be so involved in this part of his life. You can still see a tinge of embarrassment masking his features each time he has to change into his workout clothes, his thin legs on full display for you to see, but you've assured him it doesn't bother you. Charles is still just as sexy to you as he ever was, and if you're being honest sometimes you think even more so. Having to use his arms for everything has done wonders for his upper body strength after all.

Once you've finished administrating his stretches, it's time for Charles to lift some weights. You sit to the side and watch with admiration, as your boyfriend does his workout. You consider yourself incredibly lucky to be with Charles, both because of his kind nature and determination, and his devilishly handsome good looks. While you're lost in your thoughts, Charles doctor comes in, taking a seat next you. "Hello, y/n, may I have a talk with you in my office for a moment to review some of Charles progress recently?" You nodded your head yes, and stood up to follow the doctor to his office.

After about 20 minutes you had finished reviewing Charles latest charts, and made all of the next months appointments. With that done, you began the walk back to the physical therapy department. When you arrived outside the door to the workout room Charles was currently using, you heard a strange commotion coming from inside. Was that... Music?

You opened the door to see Charles, back in his normal attire, hair combed and face all clean shaven, and... Standing?! With a loud gasp, you look your boyfriend up and down assessing what exactly was going on and how! To your amazement Charles was standing, with the use of two crutches, and a pair of very intricate looking leg braces, that appeared to be locking his unfeeling legs in place. He gave you a shy smile.

" I'll admit I'm probably a touch out of practice, but y/n, darling, would you dance with me?" With that you lost all composure, and tears began streaming down your face. It felt like it had been ages since you and Charles had danced together, and being that you both met at a dance while he was studying at Oxford, it had become a regular staple of your early relationship. There was nothing you loved more than when Charles would take you dancing.

"Oh... Darling," Charles sighed as he struggled over to you "please don't cry, I didn't mean..."

" There is nothing I'd like more in this entire world than to dance with you, Charles Xavier. It's just that I never thought.. I.. you... I never thought I'd get that opportunity again, and to see you, not in your wheelchair.." you trailed off as you began to choke up again. " You didn't have to go to all this trouble you know. I know our life has been a lot different lately, but Charles, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I'm just so happy to have you here with me."

" I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to. You are the single most important person in the world to me y/n, without you I don't know how I would have gotten through these past six months. You have never once looked at me differently because of my legs. You're the only person who looks at me and still sees Charles Xavier, and not some poor young fellow in a wheelchair. I know it doesn't matter to you, and I adore you for that, but I want to give you this, please."

You reach out to take Charles hand, "you'll have to go slow for me.." Charles says with a slight sadness to his voice "don't worry Charles, I've got you, now and forever" and with that the two of you sway slowly to the music, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms, each lost in the others eyes.

"Thank you, Charles" and before you could say anything else he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, nearly losing his balance and knocking you both over in the process, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the two of you and this moment.

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greengableswriting · 2 years

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Don’t apologize for your writing

I’ve seen so many Tumblr profiles on here, where writers describe themselves, and then their writing-but then they say: “it’s not that good”, or “it’s garbage”, or that it’s just “writing that’s all over the place”. They are apologizing in their profiles for what they think is their terrible writing.

But if they didn’t like their writing, why post it?

Because there is someone out there that will read it, and like it. Someone could find it a beautiful piece, or well written, or just plain intriguing. Or maybe a part of the writing could inspire someone, a word, a phrase, etc. I could find a few writing pieces by others I didn’t particularly like and point out a spot that stood out to me.

The point is, everyone has experienced bad writing days, or bad writing projects they weren’t happy with. Just please, don’t apologize. You can point out which parts need work, which parts you aren’t happy with, but never be sorry for your writing.

Writing is a part of me. My writing is unique to me. I think that apologizing for writing is like apologizing for being who you are, because who you are shows up in the way you write.

I personally struggle with this problem of apologizing for my writing. But I think it is important to realize that nobody is going to read anything like we’ve written, because nobody else is like us. Our writing is unique. So don’t ever apologize!

Please reblog so we can help assure writers that their work is always appreciated!

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theunhingedwriter · 15 days

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It was mid-October, and the chatter of this year's Halloween party adding like wildfire around the company. People were trying to figure out each other's Halloween costumes and when and where the party will be held this year, but the main topic was...

This year's costumes!

Everyone was so expected. Halloween was the only day that the company wasn't breathing down everyone's neck, and it was a breath of fresh air, especially after how busy everyone has been since the boys have been on tour in the US.

The event was always held in the commons area; everyone would pitch in for snacks and drinks, regardless of position. But, as you would know, It was many about alcohol. Everyone could get drunk and loosen up after a hard-working summer.

You were pacing your hotel room, nibbling at your lower lip; you had ye, angrily. Everyone else had already bought theirs and cool props to go with it. Even Mingi had him, and everyone knew he was always late.

You were fighting a battle with yourself.

Am I a ghost this year?

Rabbit? NO! not.

I should cosplay. But what?

" ugh, why is this so hard?" you uttered angrily, scrolling through Pinterest to get some outfit ideas or see something that might strike your eye that you might want to buy.

It was so hard because you wanted to wear something that would impress two particular people.

As of late, you've been trying to spike their fancy and get them to notice you. You've worked with Ateez for a few years and like them—more than you'd like to admit. However, you were unsure of their status because they had yet to present, even though you were around the same age. They were late-bloomers despite hoongjoon being older than all of Ateez.

Which the other members who have presented are sure to tease him about. How come the second to oldest still needs to be present?

It wasn't just hoongjoon that had yet to present. Mingi was well despite being the third to youngest and hasn't shown any signs of presenting anytime soon. He told you how it was embarrassing being the second tallest member and still not knowing what he would be.

You related to him in a way, and you always felt like your classification always put a damper on your life. You've always been able to pass as a beta, even though you were an omega. You wouldn't have been able to get as close to boys as you did if the company knew anything about you being an omega.

When you first started, it was unacceptable for omegas to work with idols because of risks with heats, and some omegas will purposefully not take their meds to try and get the idols to attack them and try to get the Alpha to mate them.

But, in your predicament, you wanted to be the hairstylist to your best friend, San.

You've always loved doing hair, and San hasn't trusted anyone else with his hair, so when San made it into ateez, he helped you get the job.

"What do you plan on wearing for the Halloween party?" San asked you excitedly.

You and him tried hard to find good costumes, but neither could find one. Then an idea popped into your head.

"Chucky's bride!" You nearly screamed.

San was barely able to stay in his skin from the scream; he looked at you surprised and snickered softly,

"Who is who?" he joked.

You giggled.

"Well, I'm Chucky, of course!" you teased, smiling brightly at him as he rolled his eyes at you knowing better than you to argue with you over something you want to do.

The boys had learned that arguing with you is like arguing with a brick wall.

SO! you were going to be Chucky, and... San's hair was blonde anyway.

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I’ve edited this part so read until this section is done

" It's so crazy that the 13th was on a Friday this month! It was so fucking scary, just like Friday the fucking 13th," Jongho said.

As Hongjoon let out a disapproval sound at the youngest cussing, he hated hearing Jongho cuss because he still viewed him as a baby. The youngest rolled his eyes and laughed softly. He knew it pissed Hongjoon off, but it was so funny to see him get upset with Jongho.

To you, it was adorable... his face would scrunch up cutely, and he would ball up his fist next to his side and bounce them off slightly while stamping his right foot was adorable.

You snickered softly as they started to bicker a bit; you saw San setting the commons area up with some of the staff and the rest of ateez.

Mingi was helping Yeosang hang some decorations; San was putting the snacks on the table with the staff while wooyong was lying on the couch. So you decided to watch Mingi and Yeosang hang up things.

" need some help?" You asked them

They both snicker a bit, which makes you frown; you know nowhere a little on the short side, but that doesn't mean you still can't help.

" Thanks love, but we're good," Mingi says, using the nickname he usually calls you to keep your violent impulse at bay.

You roll your eyes and nod your head. You'd get him later and Yeosang as well. After that, it was your turn to pick the movies you'd most defiantly get them back.

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And this

You nearly jumped out of your skin from the scream that rang in your ears, it wasn’t from the jump-scare on the screen, or the terrible actor pretending to be afraid, oh no. It was from Song Mingi himself. You turned to face the other as you gave him a sly smirk. After all…you told him you'd get him back for teasing you.

He didn't believe you.

"Awe, Mingi, are you scared? " You teased

Mingi's body goes stiff, and he glares down at you, which sent a shiver down your spine. You've never shivered like that because of any of the boys; the glare the other gave you was cold, harsh and intimating but… also confusingly sensual, it made you sweat at little, was a little frightened but the fear felt…nice?

You broke eye contact with mingi and looked back at the movie. Then, you heard a chuckle on the other side of your body. You knew it was hongjoong, which made you want to sink into the floor. He must have seen the whole interaction with mingi; it was him, you, and mingi on the side of the couch with the rest of Ateez spread out around the rest of the sofa, but mingi and hongjoon decided to sandwich you between them.

Mingi was still looking down at you while your entire body started to burn with embarrassment; why was he staring at you so much? It was beginning to make you warm…no... you were a blaze.

"Heh, you gonna stare at me the whole movie." You mocked.

Mingi didn't laugh. However, he did lean closer to you to look you directly in the eyes.

"you think this is funny, huh?" He grumbled with a soft growl.

Your body went stiff as you broke eye contact with him once again. The look mingi was giving you made your entire body feel like it was on fire, and hongjoon's taunting giggling made it worse. You could feel your chest heaving in deep breaths, your chest tighten, throat becoming dry and vocal; cord straining from the harsh gulps you were taking as your forehead broke out into a sweat.

What the hell was wrong with you? Why did you start to feel like this all of a sudden?

Your body felt like an inferno ! like someone just tossed a lit match into your stomach, making your body engulf into flames and it just kept getting hotter, and hotter.

You felt like your body would cave from the heat as you start to sweat a bit for and feel the urge to pass out.

You let out a small huff in pain; your stomach started to churn and burn as heat spread throughout your abdomen outwards.

Hongjoong noticed your distress and gently touched your thigh, which had nothing to cover since you were in a skirt. Your body went stiff, and you released a soft, anxious sigh.

" you okay, sweetheart?" he asked softly as you shook your head. Then, his eyebrow frowns in worry.

"What's wrong with you?" he questions softly.

You shook your head and took your other hand to stand up, but mingi pushed you back against the couch.

Mingi looked down at you with concern,” are you alright, your body feels like it’s on fire.” He tells you worriedly as he pushes your forehead to his right cheek to check your temperature, once his face got closed to yours his pupils go small as his jaw goes slack and he grabs you up and give you a crazed look before uttering,

"You smell so divine…” he grumbled as Joong added,”just heavenly…”

your body starts to go weak, your muscles intense, jaw going slack as you sink into the couch as his soothing voice sends your once working brain straight to mush…

This is going to be a long night…

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Thank you so much for reading my very first fan-fiction!! This was so much fun to write and I hope you’ll stick around for my other stories!

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