#sorry its a little rusty I'm writing after so long

[uravichii]

"best friends who kiss?"

character/s: bakugo katsuki

summary: recently, your best friend has been kissing you at random times. you have no idea why because he refuses to talk about it. either way, you're not about to let this to ruin your precious friendship.

genre & trope: fluff, best friends to lovers, angry confessions, reader is terrified of love but bakugo wants them so bad 😁, tw kind of ooc bakugo

a/n: i've been watching a lot of pride & prejudice and bridgerton scenes n i'm now obsessed angry confessions 🤩 + this is heavily inspired by that scene in little women :) ALSO i haven't posted in a year 😟 so pls be nice ik my writing's rusty in this :'D

the first time bakugou katsuki kissed you, he pretended he never did.

"what... " you brush your fingers against your bottom lip, your whole face hot. "what the hell was that for?"

"what?" bakugo shrugs, feigning innocence as he takes a swig of his soda.

you try and trace back the events that could have led to the kiss.

you said something along the lines of: "i wish i had a boyfriend. i could definitely pull a cute guy off the street."

then you heard him scoff and say: "no man's sane enough to put up with your insufferable ass." ーor something more insulting than that.

you can't remember what you said in response, and you rack your brain to figure out what prompted him to grab your face and kiss you. it's impossible when all you can think about is the unexpected supple feel of his lips, its faint ghost still lingering on yours.

"that kiss, katsuki! you violated my mouth!"

"dunno what you're talking about. you hit your head or something?"

you blink and second-guess yourself for a second.

"okay, no. you're not gonna gaslight your way out of this." you swat his arm, earning an irked glare from him. "why the hell did you kiss me?"

"you're imagining things, idiot. this stupid game's givin' ya some serious brain damage for sure."

he stands up and swings his bag over his shoulder.

"where are you going? we're not done yetー!"

and he's out of the door.

was he drunk off his soda? maybe he kissed you to mess with your head. he's not that cruel though, you think. maybe he couldn't think of any other way to shut you upー that was something he always struggled with after all.

at least the second time bakugo katsuki kissed you, he was kind enough to warn you.

after enduring the most awkward hour-long study session with him, you decide to put an end to your agony by wrapping it up. you start gathering your things when he stops you with a calloused hand on your wrist.

"what?" you turn to him, your cheeks already heating up from his touch.

there are no thoughts you could read behind those vermillion eyes, and all of a sudden, you don't know your best friend very well anymore.

he walks some tentative steps closer to you until the back of your knees hit the table. he cradles your jaw with such delicacy you didn't even know he was capable of. he slips past your awaiting lips and presses his nose on the side of your head, his warm breath kissing your flushed skin.

"punch me in the face and scram if you don't want this, got it?"

you gulp and forget to answer if not for the gentle squeeze on your wrist. "y/n, you got it?"

"s-sure."

when you two kiss, it's different from last time. it's unhurried, curious, and so intoxicating. the kiss speaks: 'i want you. i want you. i want you' but whose thoughts are these?

he groans into your lips as if to urge you to keep up with the sheer hungriness that has consumed him. you try your best to do so as he deepens the kiss with a palm on the back of your head and practically drinks you in. he doesn't pull away until he hears the tiny whine that escapes you.

"shit, sorry." he mutters, avoiding your stunned gaze.

"t's okay."

"did i hurt you?" the quiet lilt of his voice surprises you.

"no, no. i'm okay, but why'd you kiー"

"bye." he blurts out as he turns to the door and leaves, as if he didn't just invaded your mouth and permanently tainted the years of friendship you two have had. you click your tongue as the heat subsides in your cheeks.

"son of a bitch."

the third time bakugo katsuki kissed you, you let him, and he didn't stop.

you had barely escaped death when you lost your footing while sparring with todoroki. naturally, bakugo yelled the poor guy's ear off and would have murdered him if eraserhead hadn't interfered at the last second.

now, you find yourself heaving in your bed. you don't know whether your hastened pulse is from the adrenaline rush or from the fact that bakugo is all over you right now.

he's planting feather-light kisses all over youー your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, your hands, and your wrist, as panicked murmurs spill out of him in between kisses. 'you scared the hell out of me. you have no idea, fuck. are you okay? are you really okay? tell me you're okay, y/n.'

"i'm okayー" you barely manage to gasp before he dips his lips into yours, desperate and frantic. tremulous hands find solace in your hips as he holds you, gentle enough not to mar your injuries but snug enough to assure his restless heart that you are safe.

your head feels hazy. your limbs ache and lie motionless, and though your lips could barely move to reciprocate his kisses as much as you wanted to, bakugo didn't stop. you tried to ask him about it the next morning, but of course, he ignored you and walked away.

you don't know when he stopped kissing you that night. all you know is that there was a line that was crossed, and your friendship was never going to be the same again.

bakugo katsuki is going to kiss you again. your heart thrums incessantly. whether it's dread or anticipationー you don't know.

you think about the sensation of his lips that's become so familiar to you that you've learned to crave it. it shouldn't be familiar to you, and you sure as hell shouldn't want it. so you do what you think is necessary.

you kick him in the shin.

"motherfー!" sure enough, he's pissed. "what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"i was going toー"

"no! you're not gonna kiss me again and walk away and pretend it never happened. you're messing with my head, katsuki! it's not funny!"

"wasn't trying to be funny!" he barks back.

"okay, so what exactly are you trying to do? what is this? i meanー" you stammer, struggling to find the words. "katsuki, what are we?"

he sighs and shifts his stance, his discomfort apparent. when the silence lingers on for too long, you speak.

"well, whatever it is that you want from me, we're going to stay friends. nothing more, nothing less. that's it." your breath hitches, and you don't know why you feel like crying as you speak. "... so i don't want your stinky mouth anywhere on me again."

silence weighs heavily between you. sometimes you wish you didn't know him too well, then the hurt he veils in his eyes wouldn't be so plain and vivid to you, and you would have walked away by now without an ounce of remorse.

"i like you, y/n." is all he could say when he finally speaks.

you shake your head. "no, you're just confused."

"i'm not confused. i like you."

"katsuki, you've been bitchless all your life, and i'm just the closest thing to a s/o. maybe go take a walk or something."

"i like you." he persists. "i've liked your stupid ass forー"

"stop saying that. you don't."

"i do, and you like me tooー"

"what?!" you laugh incredulously.

'who does this dumbass think he is?' is he right? surely, he's not. then what are you so afraid of in the first place? why have you been counting down the days until he kisses you again? why do you yearn for his touch as if it's something you own? why do you feel so infuriated and so tormented when he leaves the room after kissing you?

you do what is necessary again.

"you're delusional!" you yell at his face, a childish shrill that's awfully familiar to your childhood best friend.

"jesus christ." he inhales sharply in frustration. "you're a fucking pussy, y/n."

you clench your jaw and match his glare. anger surges in your chest and bleeds into your voice.

"i'm not the one who chickens out after kissing their best friend! you can't even acknowledge the fact that you kissed me because you'reー!"

"do you think i want to chicken out? why do you think i run away after kissing you?! if i stayed and confessed all this shit the first time, you would've refused to hear it like the damn coward you are!" he leans close to you, his voice lowering into a ragged snarl that quickens your pulse. "and you're just proving it right now, y/n. you're always going to shut this down and deny your feelings because you're a fucking pussy. you're terrified of relationships, and it's dumbest shit ever. pathetic, really."

you rear back from his words. if anything, you always thought it was katsuki who was afraid of love. now, you can't help but feel small and vulnerable underneath his searing gaze.

"it's not dumb..." you shuffle uncomfortably. "what, i'm supposed to ruin our friendship for a relationship that we're going to break off anyway?"

"we're not going to break it off."

"how do you know that?"

"because i'll be the best goddamn boyfriend in the world!"

"first of all, gross." you scoff. "second of all, it's never gonna work out! you're going to get sick of me in three days max."

"i've known you since we were brats, and i still want you."

"you literally said no man's sane enough to put up with my obnoxious ass."

he smirks. "i said 'insufferable ass'."

"katsuki!" you fight the urge to strangle him and punch that stupid smile off his face.

"wasn't even serious that time." he grimaces and reluctantly continues. "you know damn well you can pull any guy you want, and he'd be the luckiest bastard on earth."

if it were any other day, you'd grin at him and say 'i told you so,' but your lips remain unmoved, and your eyes stay dim. you're afraid you'll never go back to being the same katsuki and y/n again.

"this is pointless, katsuki. i mean, look! we're already fighting." you grouch and tell yourself you don't want this. "i still don't want us to happen so while this friendship is still salvable, let's agree to stay friends, and whatever sappy shit you feel for meー suck it up."

in one swift motion, he closes the distance between you, his face hovering dangerously over yours.

"suck it up?" he breathes, his face taut in frustration. "restraining myself from you is the hardest shit i've ever had to do. it takes everything in me not to kiss your stupid face!"

he shudders, weakly resting his forehead against yours as if this conversation alone has exhausted him. still, he goes on.

"and everytime i failedー everytime i kissed those lips, it was... a moment of weakness, but that's the fucking problemー you're just..." he buries his face into the crook of your neck, a desperate attempt to escape your wide-eyed gaze. "i'm weak for you, y/n. every second. and it drives me fucking insane that you keep running away from me."

he rises to meet your eyes again. the cadence of his voice changes into something weak and desperate, stripped of all the pride and anger he's ever known.

"i love youー fuck. i love you." he lets the words hang in the air, letting the words hear itself spoken because for once, you're not stopping him. "i love you, so please... let me."

after much thought and another agonizing minute of silence, you lean in to kiss bakugo katsuki.

he kisses back almost instantly and revels in the way you wrap your arms around his neck and bear your weight on him completely. he kisses back ardently, his pent-up desires and years of longing etched in the way he seeks your lips, kiss after kiss after kiss.

when you finally pull away, you're met with a devilish smirk, his begging eyes long gone. you wonder to yourself when you'll see those eyes again.

"took ya long enough." he kisses you again. he raises a brow at the way you're caging him in your arms. "jesus, no one's gonna snatch me from you."

"i'm making sure you don't run away again, dumbass."

"i won't." he says earnestly as he props his forehead against yours. "and you won't either. i'll make sure of that."

you nod your head with a giddy smile as he pecks your lips again.

"so..." you say as you exaggerate a pensive look, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. "we're best friends who occasionally kiss?"

he rolls his eyes. "you're impossible."

"recite that speech again, and i'll consider calling you my boyfriend."

"fuck off!"

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[b-00-biez]

Please do slashers with a reader who giggles and covers her face when they compliment her because she is not used to being told nice things and is extra shy. Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees and Brahms Heelshire, if it's not too much trouble! 🙏🏻 If they are too many, feel free to choose whichever you feel like writing for the most! Thank you before hand! ❤️

awwww thank you this one is so adorable!

Slashers with an adorable and shy s/o

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Vorhees, Brahms Heelshire

Thomas Hewitt

He is also shy and if you return nice compliments hes gonna be shy about it too🥺

He really loves how you giggle it warms his heart and would punch Hoyt if he ever says something bad about it

You might act like that with Luda Mae but its very special when its just the two of you

You both were cooking dinner and the dipping sauce exploded in his face. You cant help but giggle

He was so embarrassed and kinda fell in love all over again? like his heart went OAJEJHFFOEBFKDBF

He just looks at you and you get all shy and flustered , he didn't even say anything!

He feels reassured that you feel flustered and actually see him as a man that makes your heart go crazy.

Bubba Sawyer

Also goes fucking crazy

Like youre just so fucking adorable

How the fuck did he even bagged you???

When you go shy he also goes shy

When you laugh or giggle and cover your mouth out of habit or shrink in bashfulness if he does something sweet for you

His brothers even tease him for it like "get a room!" or "those two love birds"

He does cute things too , if you cover your face he pries your hands off just to look at your blushing cheeks

The way he looks at you in pure awe just makes your cheeks even redder

HE TWIRLS YOU AROUND IF YOU KEPT ACTING SO CUTE AROUND HIM

Jason Vorhees

You both act like middle school couples

Like those cringey but sweet things you both do

Although he got robbed of growing up like a normal kid he just feels like a normal human being with you

You are so shy around him and it makes him feel at home

He stays silent but he gives you flowers and little antics from campers

HE WOULD FUCKING CARVE YOUR INTIALS ONTO A TREE

If you cover your face when you're shy he just cups your cheeks and stares at you or pulls you closer into a hug!

Brahms Heelshire

He makes you blush in an old fashion way

He writes you letters even though hes literally just in your walls

He calls you stunning ,gorgeous, beautiful like a gentleman , like those guys in their 40s that are either still single or have a lovely wife

When you blush he caresses your cheek with his thumb and looks at you longingly saying your name so sweetly

He purposely makes you blush like holds you close from the back or pulls you in unexpectedly

HE PURPOSELY BRUSHES THE LIPS OF HIS MASK AGAINST YOUR SOFT LIPS THEN JUST ACTS LIKE IT DIDN'T HAPPEN?!??

I swear he loves how adorable and bashful you are around him so you better not act like that to other guys ahem ahem delivery boy

I'm sorry it's not that long, I got a little rusty after my hiatus😭💕 but hope yall like it

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[spicy-raven]

Wait

NSFW Jake Lockley x f!reader

Summary:

You just couldn't wait for Jake to come home, and now you face the consequences.

Contents/Warnings: Top!Jake, Toys (vibrator), Voyeurism, Masturbation, Cock Warming, Overstimulation, Implied Aftercare, Established Relationship, My rusty writing deserves a warning I apologize in advance, also its my first time writing smut

You sigh and lean back on the couch in frustration. You look back at your phone to reread the text again.

"Be home soon amor, wait for me ;)" sent just over an hour ago.

You know he gets busy, and you don't blame him at all, but after reading suggestive texts from him all day you were starting to get impatient. How long was he going to be?

At this point you have already taken a shower, changed into his favorite lacy underwear hidden by a silky robe, dimmed the lights, and lit one of your favorite scented candles. Now you were just waiting, rereading his text for the millionth time.

"wait for me" you want to be waiting to greet him, too see his eyes look you over like a starved man being offered a feast, but you aren't sure how much longer you'll have to wait for. Depending on how busy he is, you could be waiting as short as 5 minutes or as long as another hour.

You get up from the couch and walk into the bedroom and over to the nightstand on your side of the bed. You open the bottom drawer and stare at the small silicone vibrator that greeted you. Honestly, you haven't needed to use it in years for....obvious reasons, but you kept it charged for a rainy day. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right? You could be quick and still be there to greet him.

You grab the vibrator from the drawer, placing it on the bed. You lay down, opening the robe you were wearing before opening your legs and sliding your hand down the lacy underwear. You were still a little wet with arousal, but not as much after waiting for Jake for so long. You gently feel between the folds of your pussy, teasing your clit as you build yourself back up, getting more and more wet. You insert one of your fingers while rubbing your clit with your thumb, humming at the sensations. Your hand isn't enough, the pleasure was building but the fingers just aren't Jake's. You quickly pull your hand away to grab the vibrator, wetting it with your juices before bringing it down to your pussy.

You don't turn it on initially, rubbing it up and down your cunt to tease yourself. You then hold the toy over your clit and press the on button. The sudden sensations making you tense up and gasp. Your eyes flutter shut and you think of Jake and what he could have had planned if he didn't make you wait so late. You moan grinding your hips slightly into the toy, letting it tease your hole before bringing it back up to your clit. You can feel the tension building in all of your muscles as you whimper, your hand not daring to move the toy away and stop the pleasure building in you. You could feel your orgasm building, moaning and whimpering as you chase for it.

"Well, someone just couldn't wait"

The voice felt like a splash of cold water, your legs instinctively closing as you look up to see Jake in the doorway of the bedroom. The only sound left in the room was the buzzing of the vibrator that had yet to be turned off. Your face grows red, turning off the vibrator as Jake eyes the lacy underwear hiding his full view of what you were doing only moments ago.

Your voice was barely a whisper as you tried to speak. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"No, by all means keep going. You seem to be handling yourself just fine." You hesitate, unmoving as he walks closer to the bed. "Keep. Going." he emphasizes, his eyes never leaving you.

You carefully relax back onto the bed, opening your legs again. Jake then reaches forward, grabbing the waistband of the lacy underwear and pulling them down and off of you, tossing them aside before continuing to watch you. You slowly start rubbing the vibrator along your cunt again before turning it back on, a whimper making it's way out of your mouth. Jake's eyes never leave you as he begins untying his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, pulling them off his shoulders. His face is unreadable, but the bulge in his pants and his breathing picking up told you everything you need to know as you relax fully.

"I want to see you cum on that piece of fucking plastic since you seem to like it so much" his words sent shivers through you, no doubt goosebumps visibly forming on your body but you don't care enough to check. Pleasure raked through your body in waves, pulling you under. Your muscles tensing up again, the familiar feeling of your orgasm building back up in your stomach. Your free hand reaches for Jake, but he stays standing just far away enough to stay out of your reach as he undoes the buckle on his belt and undoes his pants. He pulls them down together and kicks them away as he continues to watch you.

Your orgasm unexpectedly floods your senses. Your back arching slightly off the bed with a moan, your toes curling, your free hand that was reaching for him now slamming down on the bed to grab at the sheets.

"Bien, that's it" Jake softly praises.

Your moans turn into whimpers and you come down from your high. You quickly turn off the toy and move it away as the sensations become too much and your breathing begins to steady.

"So you do know how to listen after all" Jake says, a smirk forming on his lips as he finally crawls onto the bed towards you. Your hands immediately meet his skin, running up his arms and onto his shoulders and chest as he reaches you with a desperate and heated kiss. One of your hands moves to rub his cock over the fabric of his boxers, making him groan into your lips before pulling away.

"Already desperate for my cock? I thought the toy was enough, no?" he says with a chuckle when he hears you whine in frustration. He quickly pulls down his boxers, freeing his fully hardened cock.

He doesn't waste any time as he lines himself up with your pussy, both of you moaning as he slowly thrusts into you. He's careful, and watches you to make sure your comfortable and adjusted. You nod and that's all the confirmation he needs as he slowly moves out of you and pushing back in, a groan escaping his throat. He slowly builds up a steady pace, thrusting hard into you when he pauses, his cock settled deep in you. He thinks for a moment before a smirk forms on his face again, quickly searching the bed. He finally finds the vibrator within the pile of sheets. Turning it on and pressing it to your clit making you moan and whimper from all the sensations. Jake then leans forward, lips coming close to your ear.

"I'm going to show you how easy it is to wait, I'm not going to move until you cum on my cock from this thing" he whispers, holding the vibrator down on your clit to emphasize his point.

"Jake please-" you start to grind your hips into him, trying to get some sort of movement. One hand holds your hips down while the other keeps the vibrator firmly pressed to your clit. You can tell Jake can feel some of the vibrations too as his softly grunts at the feeling.

"I'm not going to fucking move until you cum on this cock" he says, remaining completely still and buried in your wet cunt. "You're gonna see how good it feels when you learn how to wait"

The vibrations mixed with the feeling of being absolutely full were heavenly. Jake kept you from moving your hips into him as pleasure consumed you. Jake hummed and groaned at the feeling of your cunt fluttering and pulsing around him mixed with the vibrations. You were so sensitive it didn't take long for him to feel you getting close again. You moaned as you got closer and closer to your high.

"Please, please Jake, please-" you begged. You don't even know what you're pleading for anymore but it didn't matter as your second orgasm flooded over you, making your pussy tighten around Jake's cock.

Right in that moment Jake started moving, pounding into you. The sounds of the toy mixed with skin slapping together filled the room, dragging the orgasm out as long as it would go. The vibrator was starting to get to Jake too so it doesn't take long for his body to tense up as he cums into you with a moan.

You both slowly come down from your highs, Jake turning off the vibrator and tossing it onto the bed. Both of you pause to catch your breath before Jake moves off of you, watching his cum fall from your pussy. He then walks over to the bathroom to grab a towel, wetting it with warm water.

"We should use that piece of plastic more often" Jake says with a chuckle

~~~

Thanks again to @melodygatesauthor for unlocking my inner slut and inspiring me enough to actually get around to writing this!

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[nahoney22]

Hi! i love your writing and was wondering if you could do the tbb (or just tech if you dont wanna do all of them) reaction to their gender neutral S/O pulling out their old instrument or color guard equipment from their marching band days and practicing what they remember (i dont even know if star wars has an equivalent to marching band/color guard lol but i picked an old practice flag up for the first time since high school earlier and the thought popped into my head for this request..) feel free to disregard this if it’s not something you wanna write, keep up the amazing work!!

Colour Guard Memories

The Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

How The Bad Batch react to you pulling out your old instrument or colour guard equipment.

warnings: none, gender neutral reader, can be read as platonic or romantic, Batchers admiring/encouraging reader.

authors note: this is a really cute idea and sorry it has took so long to do anon. In the UK we don’t really have marching bands/ colour guards aside from royal parades from what I know so I’ve relied on Google to help me out 😅 enjoy!

Echo

"Think we've got everything?" Echo asks, sealing the final box of your belongings.

As you survey the sea of packed boxes, you're struck by the realisation of just how many possessions you've gathered over the years. It's only now, in the process of moving out of your family home, that the extent of it hits you. After what feels like an eternity of packing and stacking, you're finally done and you couldn’t be any more grateful for Echo's helping hand.

"I hope so," you reply, wiping your brow and straightening up, hands on your hips. "Now, all that's left is to get it onto the ship." The prospect of lugging boxes onto the ship isn't exactly thrilling, but you're itching to kick back and relax.

Echo chuckles and reaches for one of the sealed boxes, but disaster strikes as the bottom gives way, sending its contents tumbling to the floor. "Well, that's just great," he says wryly.

Letting out a sigh, you join him in gathering up the scattered items. Amidst the chaos, something catches your eye: an old, familiar object. "No way!"

Startled by your sudden excitement, Echo turns to you. "What is it?"

"It's my Sabre!" you exclaim, holding up the cherished item for him to see.

He blinks in surprise. "Uh, your lightsaber?"

You playfully roll your eyes at Echo, a mischievous glint in your eyes, as you take the equipment into your hands and wave it at him. "You've known me long enough to know I'm not a Jedi, Echo," you tease, giving the Sabre a quick twirl. "It's from when I used to be be a colour guard for a marching band."

Echo chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "I didn't know you did that."

"Yeah! I loved it. Want to see what I can still do?" you ask, a hint of excitement in your voice.

"The floor's all yours," he says, stepping back to give you space.

You take a moment to steady yourself, feeling the weight of the stainless steel Sabre in your hands. With a deep breath, you begin your routine, the familiar movements flooding back to you. As you twirl the Sabre with practiced precision, you can't help but feel a surge of nostalgia. However, in the midst of your performance, disaster strikes as the Sabre slips from your grip, narrowly missing a nearby window.

"Okay, okay, I'm a little rusty. Give me a second," you laugh sheepishly, quickly retrieving the saber and regaining your composure but Echo was still smiling and impressed throughout.

Determined to redeem yourself, you focus on each movement, executing smooth transitions and intricate spins. With each flourish, you feel a sense of satisfaction, the familiar rhythm of the routine bringing back fond memories. As you finally come to a graceful finish, you can't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you.

Echo applauds, a smile playing on his lips. "That was really impressive. You should've told me you could do that before."

"We all have our hidden talents," you grin, a twinkle in your eye as you admire the old memory in your hand before carefully tucking it back into the box. "Anyway, we should probably get going before I get distracted again."

“Well,” he says, resting a hand on your shoulder, “you should perform for me again sometime. If you want to that is.”

There’s a shine in his eyes, genuinely in awe of you and your talent. “I’ll definitely think about it.”

Hunter

Low on credits and desperate for some food to fill your stomachs, you and Hunter venture into a bustling market on a remote planet, hoping to find some opportunity to earn a bit of cash.

"See anything?" Hunter asks, strolling alongside you as you take in the sights and sounds of the market.

"Not really," you reply with a frown. The market is dimly lit, offering little in the way of useful materials, and the locals don't seem particularly welcoming. It's no wonder Hunter insisted on accompanying you.

But then, something does catch your eye. "Hey, that looks like one of my old flags," you remark, pointing to a colorful flag tucked away at the back of a small pop-up stall.

Hunter stops beside you, his interest piqued. "You used to spin those, didn't you?"

You chuckle at his phrasing, yet surprised that he remembers since it was just something you mentioned in passing once. "Yeah, I did. Not sure if I still have the touch, though."

A smirk spreads across Hunter's face as he holds up a finger, indicating for you to wait a moment. A bit embarrassed, you watch as he approaches the seller and strikes up a conversation. After a brief exchange, Hunter returns, flag in hand. "Let's put that theory to the test, shall we?" he suggests with a grin.

"Hunter! Did you just pay for that?" you exclaim incredulously as he shoves the pole into your hand.

"No," he says with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But they said if you can impress them, you can keep it."

You narrow your eyes at him, a mixture of amusement and disbelief dancing in your gaze. "Fine. But I'm warning you," you declare, stepping into a clearing and scanning the area to ensure there's enough space before attempting to recreate a routine you haven't performed in years. "I'm not as good as I used to be."

Taking a deep breath, you grip the pole firmly and let muscle memory take over as you start spinning the flag with practiced precision. The fabric unfurls in vibrant arcs, catching the sunlight and casting colorful patterns across the ground. With each twirl and flourish, you feel a surge of nostalgia as memories of your days in the colour guard come flooding back.

As you continue your impromptu performance, you can't help but lose yourself in the rhythm of the routine, the flag becoming an extension of your body as you spin and swirl with grace.

Hunter is watching you silently and appears to be actually enamoured by your performance. His eyes are wide in surprise.

When you finally come to a graceful finish, you turn to Hunter with a triumphant smile, the flag held aloft in your hand. "How's that for impressing them?" you ask, a hint of pride in your voice.

“That was… wow.” Is all he says, a proud smile on his face. He takes one look to the seller who just gives a brief nod. “And the flag is yours it seems.”

Hunter comes up beside you once more but you feel a tug on your top, turning to face a young child who was holding out credits to you. Bashfully, you accept and the credits swiftly came flooding in.

“Heh, seems like you still got it.” He nudges your side playfully.

This could be a pretty safe way to earn some extra credits it seems.

Wrecker

"Wrecker, come look at this!" you call out excitedly, beckoning your companion over.

With Wrecker's assistance in tidying up the Marauder and transferring some items to the Remora, you stumble upon an unexpected treasure: an old snare drum tucked away amidst the clutter.

"Woah, what's tha’?" Wrecker asks, intrigued, as he joins you on the floor, his eyes fixed on the instrument in your hands.

"I used to play it in a marching band. Forgot I even had it," you reply with a wistful smile, the memories of your band days flooding back, tinged with nostalgia and a touch of sadness for times gone by.

Wrecker notices the flicker of emotion on your face and decides to lift your spirits. "Well, go on then. Give us a beat," he encourages, nudging the drum closer to you and offering a drumstick.

You smile gratefully, feeling a rush of anticipation as you accept the drumstick from his outstretched hand and pick up the matching one from the ground. "Just so you know," you say with a playful glint in your eye, "it sounds much better in a chorus rather than individually."

With a deep breath, you position the drumsticks in your hands, feeling the familiar weight and texture of the material. Closing your eyes, you let muscle memory guide your movements as you begin to play. The rhythmic tapping of the drum reverberates through the air.

As you lose yourself in the music, your fingers move effortlessly across the drum's surface, producing a lively beat that echoes off the walls of the ship. With each stroke, super fast and then skilfully slow, you feel a sense of liberation.

Wrecker watches in awe, a grin spreading cross his face as he listens to the infectious rhythm you create. For a moment, all worries and cares fade away, replaced by the joy of listening to you play. Flourishing a finish, your cheeks warm to Wrecker applauding enthusiastically.

"Tha’ was amazing!" he exclaims, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You've still got it."

You grin, feeling a surge of pride at his words. "Thanks, Wrecker," you reply, a sense of contentment washing over you. "Maybe we should start our own band."

“Definitely!”

Tech

"Is this yours?" Omega's voice interrupts your thoughts, drawing your attention to the slim case she's holding. As you approach, a wave of nostalgia washes over you at the sight of the familiar case.

"I haven't seen this for a long time," you smile warmly, taking the case into your hands. Kneeling down, you blow the dust off and flip open the lid, revealing your old clarinet nestled inside.

Omega's eyes widen with curiosity as she peers at the instrument. "Wow, that's cool! Did you play it?"

You nod, a fond smile on your face. "Yeah, I used to. In a colour guard and in parades."

"Can you play something now?" she asks eagerly.

Before you can respond, Omega suddenly calls out, "TECH! COME HERE!"

Tech, engrossed in his data pad, looks up in surprise and heads your way. "What is the nature of my presence this time, Omega?"

Omega launches into an exaggerated explanation of your discovery and her request. "Listen to them play."

Tech adjusts his goggles and looks down at you with curious eyes. "I was not aware you could play any instrument."

"I haven't in a long time," you admit sheepishly, wiping the mouthpiece and adjusting the bridge keys. "But I can give it a try."

With a deep breath, you bring the clarinet to your lips and begin to play a soft, melancholic tune. The notes fill the air, weaving a gentle melody that seems to resonate with the quiet stillness of the surroundings. It was a gentle tune, a stark difference to the ones you played in parades.

As you play, you notice Tech glancing up from his data pad, his expression softening as he listens intently to the music. It's a rare sight to see him so engrossed in something other than his work, and you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that your music has captured his attention.

By the time you finish the piece, Tech is still watching you, a thoughtful look on his face.

Omega bursts into a loud applause meanwhile Tech smiled at you. “I would not mind you playing that whilst I do some repairs... it’s rather relaxing.”

Crosshair

“What are you doing?” Crosshair's voice breaks your concentration mid-performance, and you freeze as your arms flail, causing the wooden rifle to slip from your grasp and clatter onto the grass.

You spin to face the clone, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. "I found my old rifle from when I used to perform," you explain quickly, bending down to retrieve the prop. With a flick of your foot, you send it spinning into the air, catching it effortlessly as it falls back down. "Want to see?"

Crosshair eyes the rifle with a hint of intrigue, his skepticism giving way to mild interest. "Perform? Rifles are for shooting. Not messing around with.”

“It’s wood, idiot.” You knock on the equipment before you then shrug, a sheepish grin tugging at your lips. "Anyway, it’s called rifle spinning. I used to do it as part of a routine in a performance group. It's more about coordination and showmanship than anything else. Wanna see?” You ask again.

Crosshair nods slowly, his gaze lingering on the rifle as you twirl it expertly in your hands. He stands back as you shows off your moves and he couldn’t hide the small impressed smirk forming on his lips. "You’re quite impressive I’ll give you that. But don't let it distract you from our mission." The compliment was rare but not one you were going to refuse as you give him a smile of thanks. But, he was right. There were more pressing matters at large.

You chuckle, nodding in agreement as you secure the rifle back in its holster. "Of course not. Just a little trip down memory lane."

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[slashers-and-rats]

Can you write where Jason Voorhees noticed a female S/O over by the dock with a rose in her hand before throws it in the water? She was talking to the spirit of the young Jason Voorhees who got bullied and drowned by the kids at the camp.

She would say like "I'm so sorry for what you've put yourself into... I too been bullied by a bunch of kids, because I'm so different from the others" Jason would be surprised by what she said, especially when she looks normal compared to him.

Thank you sug'

rat chat: I’m a little rusty from being sick, so I’m sorry if this isn’t the best, but i hope i did this idea justice!

jason vorhees x fem!reader | sfw

the night had been near silent. the forest seemed to be asleep, resting along with the rest of the town, only making noise when the trees shifted and readjusted their positions in the wind. they seemed restless in their sleep. jason could relate to the feeling.

he sat near the lake shore, hidden behind some thick trees and bushes. he was quiet, contemplative, as he stared out into the water. the moon was hidden behind clouds, so there was no shimmer or light dancing across the lake like usual. it was nothing but inky black.

jason found an odd sense of peace when he sat there. this campground held bad blood beneath its soil, and his own roots intermingled with the ones of the trees. sometimes he felt stuck, as though all roads lead back to this place, but other times he felt like he was the one choosing the paths. either way, whenever he sat on the bank and watched the still waters he once thought to be his grave, he felt a sense of… well, he didn’t know. maybe it was hope? he had gotten out of that place once before, after all he was sitting safe on the shore now. it made him feel as though he could escape anything. but, he also felt a sense of melancholy. a damp, sore feeling crept into his bones as he remembered his childhood, and the evil he had to experience.

it was evil what they did to him, but he wondered sometimes if he had turned into what he hated.

maybe.

jason’s thoughts swirled in cluttered clouds around his head. he almost missed the woman that had emerged from the main campground, and had stepped up to the edge of the dock. but, the old creaking boards gave her away, and he looked up through the dark to see her silhouette.

shadows obstructed any details he might’ve been able to see. she held a lantern, but she held it out in front of her, making the glow barely reach her face. with this little light, though, he could at least see the bundle of flowers she was holding. he couldn’t quite tell the type, but they seemed to glow in contrast to the suffocating night around them.

jason shuffled back, just enough that he was confident he was out of view, and watched the woman closely. no one had come to these grounds in a long time, especially after all the scandals and stories (some caused by his own mischief). people especially didn’t visit at night. stories of people going missing, and ending up being found mangled and torn apart were abundant. jason took pride in this, as he was happy to have his resting place to himself and not to those vile people that poisoned whatever they touched. to him, he had saved something sacred to himself, and that was worth a little bloodshed.

for a moment, he just stared, beginning to weigh his options. he could just leave. he knew these woods better than anyone, he could make a brisk escape into the brush without this stranger noticing he was ever there. he could kill her? no, she didn’t seem like anyone bad. just some normal lady with flowers, that wasn’t a crime in jason’s head. maybe he’d scare her away? her presence made him restless.

jason was surprised when he heard a deep breathe come from her. it pulled him from his thinking, and he focused his attention back on her.

“so, i just… this is silly… maybe…” she rambled, taking a step back as if she was going to leave, before shaking her head and planting herself back at the edge of the dock. “no, no, this isn’t silly.” she shook her head, cleared her throat, and then began again. “my name is [y/n]. you probably don’t really care about that… um, i know your name, though. it’s jason. jason vorhees.”

jason’s eyes widened. he scrambled onto his knees, peeking out further past the bushes so that he could see this woman. he had never seen her a day in his life, and yet she knew his name.

“i just moved here recently. i was asking around town, and everyone told me about this place. kinda sent me down a rabbit hole. went to the library and found old newspapers, talked to the old camp counsellors, stuff like that, y’know? this really got to me.” he could hear the sadness dripping off her voice. it made him feel… he didn’t know yet again. whatever it was, it pushed on his heart, and made him feel choked. “i know what it’s like. i mean, i don’t know what it’s like to drown, but i know what it’s like to be attacked for being different. it’s… i can’t ever put into words how sorry i am. while i may not have done anything, and wasn’t even there, i just…” she trailed off, whispering something quiet.

jason nearly fell trying to hear what she had said, but to his discontent he couldn’t catch anything. he did see, though, a tear rolling down her face. he felt a stabbing feeling when he saw it. there was something about her, about her words; he felt seen, and yet she didn’t even know he was actually there.

“anyways, I’m rambling. it happens a lot, I’m being silly. um, i brought these flowers for you. from what i’ve heard, people really avoided this place once you were gone, and i don’t think that’s very fair. you deserve to be seen, jason. i see you. i remember you.” with these words, she knelt down and gently placed the flowers in the water, pushing them out towards the centre of the lake. for a moment, she watched them float away, before standing back up and sighing. “i’ll be back again. I’m sure you need company. i have to go now, though, i have work tomorrow.”

jason watched as she waved quietly to the water, taking a few steps back, before turning fully and walking back towards the cabins. for a moment he just stared, devoid of all thought.

a moment passed. her words lingered in his brain like a heavy fog. he tried to shake them away, but he couldn’t. they seemed to cling to his mind. he sat there for a long time, just staring at where she had stood.

he was jarred from his thoughts when the flowers she had sent into the water had managed to change its course, a breeze of wind sending it not to its destination, but to where jason sat on the bank. it washed up in front of him, and he clambered to his feet to grab the bouquet.

he cradled it to his chest. the petals felt soft in his hands, and he found a certain comfort in it. he looked down, examining the cluster.

pink carnations.

#jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees #slashers #slasher x reader #ask

[nevernonline]

✽ maybe this means something? ✽ | csc.

CHAPTER 00 - Introduction.

Choi Seungcheol used to be the bane of your existence, but through a year of seasonal rotations, something felt different. It has to be overwhelming realizing you could fall for the person you always thought you hated.

𐦍 paring: seungcheol x reader. (svt members mentioned)

𐦍 genre: frenemies (sort of), romance, a little angst, fluff.

𐦍 content: non-idol characters, food/drink, cursing, slightly- suggestive, pet names, fem! reader. bff! hao.

𐦍 word count: 1.4k

♥ notes: every time I listen to Means something by Lizzy McAlpine it makes me think of cheol so I wanted to write a little something with it as inspo, but pls ignore any typos or weird phrasing I'm super rusty when it comes to writing long fics. pls enjoy and give feedback. xo.

Intro - Fall - Winter - Spring - Summer

Intro:

Walking down a narrow alleyway trying to find the brown arched doorway in the photo from your friend's text, you suddenly felt a chill running up and down your back, was someone following behind you? If they were, was it smart for you to turn around and look or keep your head held high and continue to your front? 

Against your better judgment you continued down the moonlit coated pathway. Suddenly a firm grasp came up to your shoulder as you screamed only to be met with the smirking face and raven colored hair of your worst nightmare, no, not a murderer but worse, Choi Seungcheol. 

For all you made out of his features in the small amount of light you did have, that smirk plastered on his face could only be changed by your hand coming in contact harshly with his cheek. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” you spat in his direction, his hand still resting on the jacket that covered your bare shoulders underneath.  

Seungcheol, now stone cold as you’ve known him to be,, just shook his head and removed his hand only now to be pointing two doors down from where you had walked. “You missed the entrance.” 

You just squinted back in his direction and without a word pushed passed his broad shoulders to the door you had missed. When you finally reached the warmth of bodies grazing passed you in both directions the sound of the music made the fast paced beating of your chest seem calm. 

“Minghao!” you yelled finally spotting the reason you’re not in bed  watching your favorite movie. 

“I didn’t think you’d make it!” he smiled hugging you so tight your ribs felt like they could crack. 

It was a celebration for him after all, you’ve known him forever so you could miss a big moment like this. He was throwing a party for all of his closest friends to cheer the opening of his art gallery, most of them being featured artists he discovered somewhat like what you thought you’d be doing, but maybe in another life. 

Your right arm still draped around his waist as your left outstretched to him grabbing the one thing you really needed, alcohol. Taking a sip and letting it run down the back of your throat felt like a reward. 

“You know I could never turn down a chance to celebrate you, this is really amazing, Hao. I can –” a familiar voice interrupted yours offering another congrats to the friend on your side, of course it was his. 

Seungcheol looked at the closeness of you and Minghao and felt a rush to his cheeks, “Hi, sorry to interrupt you both, but I figured if I didn’t stop her now I could never get a word in.” 

Your mutual friend just laughed at the two of you. He's always been in the middle of the bubbling tension, “Cheol, thank you. Really you’re like 75% of this. You designed the entire layout; it wouldn't have been the same without you.” 

Hao’s hand left its comfortable position around you to now be wrapped around the shoulders you rudely brushed passed earlier. 

“Wait, you designed this?” your now hands gesturing to the architecture of Minghao’s gallery interior. 

Seungcheol looked confused as to why you were even entertaining a conversation between the two of you. He chose to let it go due to the night being special,, “Uhm, yep. I took over for my dad, he owns a lot of the historic buildings in this neighborhood so whoever owns the retail space has to come through our architecture firm for consultation.” 

Your eyes opened wide, almost not believing the words coming out of his mouth, pure shock was really all you had in you. “Oh, cool.” Was that all you could say? Cool? 

“I guess, it’s not really what I wanted to do forever, but designing for Hao was something I couldn’t say no to and my dad never would’ve let me if I didn’t stay to take over for him, but yeah it's cool.” His smile seemed forced now and for some reason you felt the need to get to the bottom of that. 

Something about him changed from the time you saw him teasing you outside, something like the air during this season. On the outside it was cold, but the inside was warm and comfortable. You’d have to find shelter first to find the beauty of the outside.

A groan from Hao took your now staring eyes off of the cherry lipped boy to focus back onto him. “I’m sorry I have to go say hello to some people, but if you guys want to sit and wait for me I’ll be back in like ten minutes tops, grab a drink and go into the lounge.” His eyes never left yours searching for the fear of being alone with someone you loathed, but he couldn’t find it so he felt safe to leave you. 

As you waited with him in line you pretended to look around the room more, but really you just wanted to size him up. He had an outfit on that brought out his now masculine shape, which as a departure from the slim boy you met years before. His eyes seemed softer, like he had calmed down from the teasing and prodding. You couldn't put your finger on it, but maybe he was always this beautiful but you were too blinded by the rage inside your gut to notice.

“Hi guys, what can I get for you?” The overly perky bartender spoke loudly knocking you out of your trance.

“Tequila Soda.” Seungcheol and you spoke in unison. 

A small smile curved onto your normally downturned mouth, “Good choice.” 

“Mmm, you too, thought you had no taste?” He teased and grabbed the two drinks gesturing over to the sherpa lined loveseat near the fireplace. 

“I’m surprised you ever thought anything about me other than I was a bitch.” You scoffed now placing your jacket over your stocking covered legs. 

He just laughed and placed the two drinks down in front of him, “Well, to be honest I think this is the most I’ve ever spoken to you without one of us getting upset.” 

“Yeah, I would say sorry for that, but I’m too sober to have that conversation with you.” You lifted the rim of your glass to your lips taking a sip. “Can I ask you something actually?” 

Seungcheol just nodded in your direction while adjusting his frame towards you further, “Sure, go ahead.” 

“Did it at least hurt when I slapped you earlier? Cause if it didn’t I caused my hand pain for no reason.” 

“Yeah, it really did.” He just smiled. 

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Leaving the party after your first civil conversation with the same guy you hated since you met him five years ago had you on a weird high, but it was probably just the tequila right? 

You would have never imagined from that first day in college when Minghao introduced you to a friend of his that you’d ever get along with him. You always just viewed him as Choi Seungcheol, enemy number one. A womanizer, a rich brat who got everything in his life handed to him, someone that you’d never get along with and not because you didn’t try. 

Seungcheol teased you, he made you feel small. Told you basically for years that Minghao only had been keeping you around because you were his charity case, but not in so many words.

You had felt a deep loathing for him forever, so why is it changing? 

Passing down as leaves  crunched beneath your feet you notice something, a street sign, a mundane object that’s never stuck out to you before it read ‘Coups Avenue.’ 

His nickname was on a sign just a few blocks down from your apartment, a street you’ve probably seen many times and never paid any attention to, so why was it special now? 

Your pace picked up as the wind blew colder, you had to get to the bottom of it.

Finally reaching the end of your elevator ride into your apartment, your laptop was out before you could even change out of your clothes or wash off your makeup you started researching the small hub that was your neighborhood. 

“Coups Avenue, what could that even mean?” your head couldn’t wrap around the fact it was the first time you noticed it. 

“ Coups Avenue is a small lux dead end street, featuring boutique liquor stores, luxury apartment complexes, and coveted neighborhood restaurants, most famously Choi Bistro founded in 1995 after the birth of the Choi family's son.” You read aloud to your dog as she's cuddled to your side on the couch. 

“So… I saw his name on a street sign, literally named for him after he was born.” You rolled your eyes and laid your head back to stare at the ceiling. "

It had to mean something, right?

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[the-s1lly-corner]

I'M SORRY I KNOW I SHOULD'VE LIKE PUT THIS IN THE SAME REQUEST BUT AFTER I READ YOUR TIMXDECEASED!READER I GOT AN IDEA..

BUT IDK HOW THIS WORKS LIKE WHAT IF SHE GOT REVIVED OR SMTH (OR LIKE IDK SHE DIDN'T EXACTLY D*E JUST WENT MISSING OR SOMETHING BUT GOT DECLARED DEAD?)

AND BTW

I love the way you write and thank you thank you so much for Doug my request:3

Remember to rest and stay hydrated mwa I love you!!<333

-🙀 anon

Tim x reader who went missing but returns!

UEUEUEUEUE thank you!! i was so nervous that the post was going to be kind EUGH!! since im rusty with MH and my brains foggy on the lore + still experimenting with how i write the og/mh versions of tim !! admin grew up with creepypasta first marble hornets later (though its been a blast getting into mh!! yahoo!!) that said i hope you enjoy this as well!! previous post/post in question!

just like a lightning bolt i was struck with the image of tim and reader hugging, studio ghibli style. you know. like getting INTO it

though.... would it be in character? in not sure, actually..! because on one hand i can see him being happy to see you still kicking, after being supposedly "dead" for lord k nows how long, but i can also see him cautious... like are you a threat? are you going to pull some stuff? i think it depends on how far into the whole mess of MH that this would take place in

thinks

god know because you know how in the other post i mentioned that he would make a little memorial... thing for you. like its just a space somewhere with your picture and some stuff you like/had. thats going to be fun to explain to you. probably takes it down when youre confirmed to still be alive

do not tease him about it. i do think that would actually cause some issues. like i thought about this as a joke but can you imagine how messed up that would be, to try to joke with him about that?

therapy. you guys both go to therapy. i mean he needed it even before you showed back up, but i doubt you just suddenly coming home is going to erase all the grieving he went through

"youre just as beautiful as the day i lost you"/ref or however the quote goes

oooooooouuuugh imagine its been so long and you guys have the rekindle your relationship if you guys want to make things work

i dont know, the admin just enjoys tropes like that. same energy as the "we knew each other in a past life and have once again found our way to each other" but in a different font... kinda...

if this is post-MH you guys both grieve together over all that was lost/who had died, as well as generally trying to recover

i do think that after the initial shock he would ask a few questions... though im not actually sure if he would interrogate you... i can see both, actually. on one hand he wants to know exactly what happened to you and where youve been, but on the other hand hes just so exhausted that he doesnt think he can handle the truth for the foreseeable future

baby steps, you know

#marble hornets tim #marble hornets tim x reader #marble hornets tim x you #tim wright x you #tim sutton x reader #mh x reader #mh tim x reader #mh tim x you #tim wright x reader #tim sutton x you

[arxxq]

"TREAT MY DAUGHTER/SON LIKE THE PRINCE/PRINCESS THEY ARE.." ♡

"I'm way ahead of that sir...I've already treated more than that"

≡;- ꒰ Where Mikage Reo meets his lover's family lovely family꒱

ׂׂૢWhat could go wrong right? [PURE FLUFF] [WRITING ON MY TABLET] [MISTAKES WILL BE FIXED LATER ON] [IF I ACCIDENTALLY DID SMTH WRONG WITH THE PRONOUNCE I APOLOGISE]

A/N: its been a while, sorry its just my pre exam or smth has been bothering me but I'm doing good so far, I hope you enjoy this :) I'm sorry if its bad I'm getting rusty

Mikage Reo, a rich boy who loved you so much. He loved you alot because well you never saw him for his money but you loved him for who he is. The boy loves you so much that sometimes he wish he didn't have to leave your side. He loved how you supported him for every decision he makes and that includes his dream in football.

You see you loved him too, yes you absolutely did but there was a slight problem. Although you have been in a relationship with him for so long now...you never told your parents nor anyone in the family and well you never told him how well known you were actually. But you're glad that Reo never cared of so.

Now back to original topic, you absolutely avoid talking about relationships with your parents. Why you ask? Well your parents are okay their absolutely the best but your father, he well isn't the best to talk to when it comes to romantic situations. After all your mother and him fell in love due to an arranged marriage.

Your father is also quite over protective of you. You don't mind but it can be a bit embarrassing from time to time. He still sees you as the princess/prince he raised from when you are little.

Your mother meanwhile, she's great to talk to about these but you know she won't be able to keep it in from the family, she would most likely be the one to tell everyone and your father would look at you dead in the eye.

Your brother? Nah he is not the best person to tell it too, man you would probably die from his teasings and you will never get the end of it. Lastly your sister. No absolutely not. That sounds like an even worser nightmare. Your sister is just as overprotective as your father and knowing her she'd probably some sort of loyalty test by trying flirt.

So yes, no one in the household was there for you to tell this too...well maybe there was. Your personal maid. She was the person you told everything and she even suggested you that you should probably just ask them and well you were quite hesitant but you did it. It went sort of like...

[FLASHBACK]

Everyone were just eating on the dinner table as normal and well it was very very awkward. There was nothing but silence and well you were intimidated and you were thinking to tell it another day until your maid interrupted.

"Uhm madam I'm sorry to interrupt but I think your son/daughter has something to tell you all," everyone looked at you now and you were starting to get anxious since your brother was smirking, your father and sister had a confused face and your mother looked well delighted as always.

"Really..Why didn't you say that earlier honey?" Your mom asked and you sighed. "Sorry mother..but I'll just get to the point," you apologised. You are completely frightened but you knew you can't keep it for too long. "I'm in a relationship with someone and I'd like you all to meet him.."

The sound of your mother's fork dropped and the way you can feel your father and sister's eyes practically piercing into you soul. Your brother meanwhile kept cooing "oooo"

"Sure love we'd love to see him right (d/n).." now there's a thing about your mother, she may seem sweet but everyone has a dark side and currently your mother was giving the face that says "you better say yes"

Your father sighs in defeat. "Fine..we'd love to meet him at 7.00pm sharp tomorrow right in the living room,"

Based on his tone it was not going to go well.

[BACK TO THE PRESENT]

You were now pacing back and forth in the kitchen of your house that is until you heard the doorbell. You wonder who it could be afterall it is still 6.30pm in the evening and Reo wasn't supposed to be here till 7.

You opened the door and it was none other than your beloved. "Reo...you're early," you were mesmerised, you told him he didn't have to wear such formal attire but he did and he looked absolutely beautiful. Reo chuckled. "You like what you see love?"

"Like it? No I love it dear, I'm so glad you're here," "well I knew you would like it if I came early than told..heh,"

So for the whole 30 minutes you and reo managed to spend it together alone. It was now 7.00, your mother entered the house along with your father and your mother was absolutely surprised.

"My my you must be our prince(ss) lover, you came very early early than told I'm sorry if we kept you waiting !"

《TIMESKIP》

Sadly your brother couldn't make it so it was just you, your sister, your father and mother. While you can't help but notice that your mom had already loved reo so much so you weren't worried about her but your sister and father it wasn't going to well.

"Mikage reo..as in the heir of the mikage corporation?" Your sister added on. Reo looked at her and smiled. "Yes ma'am,"

Your father than joined the conversation. "That doesn't but what matters is that is that have you treat my daughter/son like the Prince/Princess they are?"

This question stunned everyone in the dinner table but reo seem unfazed by it an laughed and you were really scared. "Are you mocking me young sir?"

"No no not at all, with all due respect sir I have never treated them in that way," your father was about to burst out but reo continued. "Wait before you get mad you should let me finish, that's quite impolite you know.."

"I've never had the need to treat them like you say so because..."

"I've already treated them like a Queen/King they deserved to be."

You were absolutely shocked with his response and you weren't the only one. Your father looked speechless along with your mother and sister.

"I had doubts but I guess I was wrong...what do you think father...do you accept it?" Your sister questioned. You held in a breathe very afraid. "I approved of this relationship...from now own I trust that you will treat her right like no man will ever do so, not even me her own father could do so.."

And you burst into joy while embracing reo in a hug full of joy and relieve. "See I told you didn't I..I goy it all under control" he whispered..softly.

This was one of the happiest moment's of your life especially since it was with the love of your life.

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[greypetrel]

Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @melisusthewee, and at least another person. I'm sorry if I ignored the tag, I was away and it's a busy period, let me know ;_;

Tagging forward: @ndostairlyrium @shivunin @inquisimer and YOU who are reading and would like to do it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 12, right now.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 497,183 ... I'm chatty.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Dragon Age, and a crossover with LOTR/The Silmarillion.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Home Was Never on the Ground (long fic, concluded, it's anthological and mainly me filling blanks in DAI as inspiration stroke)

She of Many Names (ongoing, a LOTR/Dragon Age crossover. A follower on Instagram asked me if Aisling was Sauron, the idea made me laugh so much that my mind took fire.)

Saturday Prompts (a collection of prompts I posted here. I never uploaded every one of them, oops)

Death and All of Its Friends (ongoing, a DA2 collection)

The Night Before First Day (Two chapters, concluded. One it's in rhyme and illustrated. Aisling taught her daughter that the Dreadwolf is Santa out of spite. Solas tries to disapprove.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, always!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I do love angst, but I don't like angsty endings all that much ahahahahah. I think the one that gets closer, in a bitter-sweet way, is One for the Road. Call me a sucker for rare-pairs, this was also prompted here and my brain took fire (LavellanxFenris)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The Night Before First Day. Listen I'm not a Christmas person, I turn into a seasonal depressed Grinch at Christmas, living in a catholic country doesn't help, and that is my way of giving myself some joy.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not that I know of.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Not any that I publish.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? Yes I do. She of Many Names is a Dragon Age and LOTR crossover. I love it dearly, I'm slow to update it because I have the greatest love for Tolkien (with all his flaws, but my brain rewired when I saw the first movie, and the book has been my entire personality for two years. I wouldn't be the same person without it) and I do care of rendering it as I want.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? ... Not that I know of? I hope not, ahahahah :"D

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? If you consider that English is not my first language, all my fics are translated? xD Other than that, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I'd love to.

14. What's your all time favorite ship? EowynxFaramir, hands down. Out of pure lenght. Maybe LeiaxHan Solo (my parents are both nerds, I think my mom made me watch Star Wars the first time... I don't remember, the vhs were always around in the house. I was very, very little.)(we don't talk about the sequel trilogy.)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I tried to write a third chapter for the aforementioned One for the Road... But it ends up in a love triangle and I don't like love triangles that aren't a poly relationship. So, it's sitting in my folder and I'll never finish it. I was considering ditching the second chapter and rewrite it as a "Aisling as a companion in DA2" fic... But MEH.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think dialogue. I am trained as a comic artist, which means that the writing parts that get polished are dialogue. I have much more experience with that. ... I am also terrible at judging my own work in a positive way, tho, so you tell me.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? English not being my first language and leading to mis-spellings. Other than that... I started writing fanfiction after YEARS of not writing anything in prose that wasn't screenplays for comics (which follows different rules). Since I stopped because of being hurt by it, I went on to it by not planning stuff.

I'm rusty with prose, and my retelling -the first thing I tackled- clearly had little planning ahead.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It's a no, for me, unless you specifically wants your audience not to understand what's being said and create a sense of isolation and of not knowing what's going on. A sentence here and there with a translation is fine. But if it's something long... You want the reader to understand well. Italicized text it is.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I wouldn't call it a fandom, but: Greek Mythology. I drew a parody comic of the Iliad in my first high school year, alongside friends. It had been so fun. I also wrote, still in high school, something heavily inspired by Eragon, which only my friends had the pleasure of reading. (I'm only saying it involved my now most hated trope: THE SECRET TWIN.)

20. Favorite fic you've written? The next one.

I'm very invested in Ashes and Sparks, aka the Dreadwolf AU. I'm putting ideas in it and going fully canon divergent and writing it as I would like Inquisition to have gone. No Corypheus, more crazy tevinters, and the focus ON FUCKING TIME TRAVEL.

In a modern setting because yes.

It's also tackling something I absolutely hate in fiction when it's done wrongly, which is time travel, and I'm sweating and hoping I'll do it with logic. It's something niche and not so focused on a single ship, so probably it'll interest only me, but I'm happily writing and trying to contain myself from posting chapters of more than 10k.

Blank Form Under the Cut

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

#fanfic writer questions #tagged petrel #fanfiction #ao3 #writing petrel #mel you're rude to force me to say nice things about myself #buuuuuuh! *gives biscuits*

[withered-blossoms]

(Withered Blossoms)

WEAK (Genshin Ajax fic)

A/N: hi it's me, the creator of the ever-cursed SHREBEK. I'm not sorry for traumatising yall, but I hope this Ajax fanfic will reduce the damage ^~^ anyways, it's been years since I last wrote, so my writing skills are a little rusty, apologies for that. Also, do ignore any typos or errors, though I yall point it out I'll edit it. That being said, I hope yall enjoy :D

@astaroth-demon-go-brrr came up with the idea for the fanfic and I decided to write it for her, so Asta, I hope you enjoy it 6w6

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It’s… cold.

Very much so that it’s freezing him right up to his very core. He never expected that he’d one day ever feel the merciless chill gnawing away at his bones, his nerves, his senses, seeing how he DID grow up in the blizzards and was technically built for it. But this? This was worse than any snowstorm that had ever engulfed his house; this one swallowed his very being as if he were but mere prey, nothing but sustenance for a larger living and that it was all he was worth.

Right. Of course. Whoever said his life mattered?

He is a Harbinger, a pawn at the mercy of the almighty Tsaritsa, albeit a higher-ranked one. A little card soldier who heeds her every beck and call, who carries out her commands flawlessly and brings her plans to reality at each dismissive flick of her deceptively delicate wrist, who should have no thoughts but to do his job and thus have some value or risk being discarded. After all, that’s what string puppets do— to move, sway, attack, it’s all up to the puppeteer. The dolls, or weapon in his case, should not have other wills, or any at all.

And now, his worth was being questioned, balanced on one end of a scale that was threatening —fated, even— to tip towards the empty side. 

  He was aware of the ruckus he stirred up in the other nation, albeit not of his own will, but that did not matter. And her 11th harbinger was now suffering from the consequences of enlarging the distance between her and her goal. 

  Childe knew, more clearly than others did, that regarding his upfront attitude towards his enemies and those standing in his way, the Tsaritsa had always turned a blind eye, choosing to ignore it so long as it did not harm her benefits. She cared not for the process, so the subjective never mattered to Her Majesty, for her chilly sights were set on nothing but the results. But now, when that very same publicity and attention Tartaglia gained for himself reared its head and turned around to bite not just him, but also Her Majesty, she did not favour nor tolerate it. Not when the gnosis was now harder to attain and plans having to be postponed. Thus, she had to make the perpetrator reap what he sowed.

With his bangs covering his eyes and how he knelt before the Tsaritsa, one would easily mistake this display of submission and devotion for fear and defeat, resignation even. Their minds would change though, the moment they see the thrill and seemingly manic excitement in his eyes that he suppresses, now alive with that spark that he gets whenever he battles. It took all the finely-honed weapon of war had in himself to stop his shoulders from betraying his emotions; to keep his true emotions under wraps. Cleverly drawing the curtains and hiding the window to his soul from the piercing gaze of the Cryo Archon, he opts to fool the bystanders instead. Wasn’t he so generous to let those wishing and praying for his fall witness their dreams materialise? It would be most amusing to see how long those fools can laugh for IF he makes it out alive after all.

Despite how cunning he could be when needed, Ajax would not lie. His ruler had a strong domineering aura that struck fear into the blood pump residing in her subordinates’ chests, including his. However, right this instant, where he was most likely half a foot through Death’s door and into his own coffin, the adrenaline pumping through his veins had erased most of what little fear he felt, leaving behind the sensation of being alive that he’s always craved. To be this close to dying at the hands of one of the strongest people he’d ever met, one he fervently wished to fight one day and had sworn loyalty to much less, lit up his nerves and brought him a thrill he never thought he’d ever experience. No, this was so much more exhilarating than merely defeating strong foes with the weapon he’s weakest with, for their strength could and can never hold a candle to the God’s. 

  And right now, the very same diving being was holding him on trial.

As always, he feared not death. One who is in his shoes and has personally experienced what his eyes had displayed on his retina would not either, this was a given. But, if he were to lose his life right here and now, Celestia knows what his family would suffer under the hands of their “caretakers”. He couldn’t allow that; his precious siblings —especially Teucer, Tonia and Anthon— were not trained to handle them like he. They would not last even a second in this exquisite masquerade ball, and he would rather they not have the blessing or fortune to enjoy a feast at Swan Goose Gate.

  So no, dying is not an option. He would not go down without a fight; he refuses to. As much as he respects the one on the throne, he will not just let his life be taken away like that, not when his siblings are still in the hands on those claiming to care for them on his behalf. Being dense was not his forte; he knew crystal clear wheat that “care-taking” entailed and that it was but a pretty decoration to cover up the dark depths lurking underneath. With that in mind, he had already made preparations to deal with the icicle that would no doubt pierce his heart with razor-sharp precision. But as always, a certain someone stayed true to the role he once playfully gave them, sticking to their title as the one unpredictable factor in his life. 

The small breeze from their speed volunteered to serve as a brief warning about the warm droplets hitting his rosy cheeks just a second later.

The light falling upon that person’s form softly illuminated their silhouette, their back facing him, and in that one moment he thought that he had died and gone to the wrong place. It did not make sense; the lack of pain from having his heart pierced aside, he should not be seeing an ethereal angel considering the sheer amount of blood staining his hands. But then why was this angel bleeding from their back? Do angels bleed? Surely their blood was not red in colour….?

He did not know if it was the blinding contrast between the dark red liquid and the pristine white floors of the icy palace tiles that finally brought him back to Earth, but his brain finally registered that the one shielding him from the blinding glare of the lights was not a supernatural servant of God. Instead, it was someone more mortal and more realistic. It was….you.

You, who had been assigned as his little assistant and who he eventually became close friends with. You, who had cleaned up each and every one of his messes, albeit with a few complaints here and there that he never took to heart and that you never meant. You, who he watched play with his siblings in the snow and graced him with such a heartwarming sight. You, who he had secretly cherished and thanked the gods for, despite never once believing in their existence nor divination. You, who had been watching from the sidelines, brimming with worry. 

…And you, who now took the verdict for him. 

He finally believed those who once shared that time will seemingly slow down as a life-changing event occurred before their eyes. They were not kidding; because if they were, then why was gravity working so slowly on your weakened form? Why were his arms so slow in reaching to cushion your fall? Time had not come to a standstill nor even slowed, yet those blue orbs resting in their sockets chose to deceive him so. He could only thank his reflexes for still being able to soften your landing, as discreetly as he had to do it.  

He should be happy; elated even, that you are finally in his arms. So why did it all feel so wrong? His dreams of holding you and trapping you in his warm embrace should not be realised this way, not when you replaced him at Death’s door. There should have been a fireplace in front of the two of you and a blanket around your shoulders as he shared his warmth with you and fought off the cold threatening to make you shiver. There should not be more blood coating his hands —yours, no less— nor should you be smiling up at him in such a comforting manner. 

  The ringing in his ears was annoying, even more so when accompanied by an underlying buzzing. He couldn’t care less though, it wasn’t important. Because for the first time in his life, he did not know how to react, unable to register nor comprehend the scene before him. But his body, conditioned to react quickly, froze his expression into that of a neutral one so as to hide his shock. The manic spark of life in those blue orbs had died the moment you fell from the grace he swore you personify, replaced by those dull, dead ones that had never once fell upon your form. But how could they shine or brim with life again, when the source of light was now falling through his fingertips like sand?

  If only he had been more careful, more diligent. If only he had been more discreet. If only he had learnt he ways of puppeteering as his fellow Harbingers had. If only he had mastered being behind the scenes instead of being the odd one out. If only if only if only—

No, that was wrong. There were no ifs. He should have been stronger, faster, smarter, more flawless in the execution of his mission, you would not have suffered such a fate. He could not even weep for the bright future you so willingly gave up for him, for the one he had held dear and subsequently lost, for your tragic demise. He could not even try to save you, to try and reduce the amount of blood flowing from your wound, to at the very least share his body heat with you so that you would not leave in the cold. 

And yet he could not, not when the Tsaritsa was watching along with the other Harbingers, eyes searching for any more cracks in that cold, indifferent mask of his. This way, they could dig their blood-stained fingers into every nook and cranny in an attempt to witness and dissect every vulnerability he had to offer. 

He knew, and so he would not allow them to. For within these glorious palace walls, a thinly-veiled masquerade ball is held. Weaknesses have no place in such dangerous settings, much less those who are full of them. With how experienced you are, he knew you were well aware of that. Otherwise, your digits, now curled up into your palms in a hidden display of self-control, would have long reached for his face and wiped away the tears that he had stopped from falling. In a soft voice, you would have coaxed him out of the bad habit of repressing and hiding his true emotions and teased him. Yet the last thing you left behind for him was six words that you mouthed, that he had and will never hear(d) flowing from your lips again.

 “I love you, please live on.”

The bare minimum was what he was unable to provide for you, and so he paid the price. It was not a cheap one either, since he had to kneel there watching you suck in and let out your last breath, mustering the barest hint of a smile with your remaining strength and slightly curling your fingers around his before going limp, all the while having to hide his sorrow and feelings. 

All because he was too weak.

…It truly was unfortunate that the heavens had a taste for much crueler endings.

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[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

What if the reader has been bugging Craig to trim his facial hair and he finally says that if she wants it done, she has to do it. So they go into the bathroom and she makes him sit down so she can reach his face (activate size kink). She straddles his lap to trim his beard and when she's done he ends up playfully picking her up and manhandling her into the shower (no points for guessing where I got that from 😏).

Viking

Summary: That monstrosity of a beard has to go!!

Pairing: Craig Cody x fem!Reader

Word Count: -1.7k

Content Warnings: Domestic Smut 18+!, Mentions Of Covid-Lockdowns (Ugh..), Pet Names, Sloppy Shower Sex, Unprotected P In V, Creampie

A/N: This request has been collecting dust in my inbox for over a year now… Gemma, I’m so so so sorry but still: SURPRISE!!! (Please no one talk to me about Ben’s current short haircut, okay?! I’m still in active denial about it…)

I'm low-key embarrassed to post this bcs I'm so terribly rusty crusty in writing Craig...

Tagging:

@hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog @ysmmsy

Out of the corner of your eye, you shot Craig next to you a glance. Both of you were busy brushing your teeth and the only sound present was the scrubbing of plastic bristles between your jaws.

“What?” He huffed, pausing in his movement for a moment whilst meeting your assessing gaze.

“Your beard.” You stated bluntly, pulling the toothbrush from your mouth, ready to spit the amalgamation of liquified toothpaste and saliva into the sink below.

“What’s with that?” His eyebrows knit together in a slight wave of confusion as he watched you emptying your mouth before flushing it with a cap of mouthwash right after.

“It’s…uhm, it’s kinda grown a bit, don’t you think?” You turned your head to look at him again, dollops of frothed-up, minty toothpaste splattered all throughout that hairy monstrosity covering the lower half of his face.

“And?” Craig pushed, still not really getting the notion of what you were on about.

“It looks dirty…it’s giving a little homeless, Craig.” A grin formed around your lips as you watched his facial expression render into a small pout.

Following you, he cleared his mouth from the toothpaste and placed the brush back into a cup, where it awaited its next use right next to yours.

“Just a little homeless, yeah?” Craig playfully nudged your side with his elbow.

“No actually, it’s giving full-on caveman style… Viking wildman unkempt.” It fell from your mouth in a chuckle although you meant every word of it.

“Uh-huh..”, He gathered some water from the faucet in the curved palm of his broad hand to wash the leftover toothpaste residue out of his beard, “And you are so incredibly bothered by that, yeah? Am I getting that right?”

With a soft smile ghosting over his lips, Craig cocked an eyebrow at you whilst still leaning over the sink, droplets of water cascading through the scruffy mess of chestnut-brown facial hair.

“Yes, in fact, you are getting that right.” You stated, reciprocating that little pout and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Well, if you feel so unspeakably distressed by the pure manliness in my face you better be the one to trim it because I, for sure, won’t.” He shut the faucet off, throwing you a teasing glance.

“Be my guest, Craig!”, He didn’t need to hand you that invitation twice, “Let me grab them scissors while you sit down right here.”

You pointed your head toward the wide edge of the bathtub behind you before you leaned down to fish for a pair of barber-grade scissors from the drawer below the sink. On occasion, you used them to cut your own hair, a little thing you’d taught yourself during the seemingly endless lockdowns not so long ago.

“Okay, okay, Miss Beard-Police.” In an amicable mocking manner, Craig threw his hands up a little whilst walking past you to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub. 

Even in a sitting posture, Craig was tall. Stupidly tall as you liked to call it at times. His broad shoulders easily cupped your frame when he hugged you and getting on your toes for a kiss barely helped. 

“Don’t be such a pussy about it, Craig, it just needs a good trim and some shape to it. It’s not like I wanna cut it all off.” You stated in a gentle chuckle, your brows furrowing at the thought of where to start with this eyesore.

“I’m not a pussy about it.”, He taunted you playfully, “May I remind you that you never, not once complained about this piece of art in my face when you sat on it, huh?”

“Uh…hearsay! Dismissed!” You shot right back, leaning in to twirl the chin section of his beard together to separate it from the rest.

“Pfft, dismissed…” Craig scoffed in amusement, rolling his eyes a little as he watched you doing your work. 

As soon as the middle part was sectioned off, you trimmed the outer sides first for a good few parts, cut-off bristles raining down all over his chest and collarbone. 

“Oh no…that feels like a lot..” He sighed play-pretend melodramatically, letting his shoulders hang loose.

“You sound like me at the hairdresser’s…pussy.” It rolled over your tongue in a quiet cackle.

“Daring today are we, hm?” Craig arched his brows at you whilst you straightened the middle part out again to match it in its length and form, acknowledging how much he treasured that grown-out goatee situation.

“Oh, are we feeling a lil’ triggered by your woman being in the right here, huh?” You pushed it further, administering some final snips to bring the whole thing together.

“There we go. All done and presentable again.” Satisfied with your work, you took a step back and placed the scissors on the sink.

With an uncertain expression on his face, Craig got up from the edge of the bathtub to take a look at himself in the mirror. For a moment, he studied his face, taking in the freshly cut and finely shaped form of his beard.

“It’s…hmhmm, it’s not too bad.” He concluded after a moment, turning his head towards you again. 

“See?” You nodded in agreement.

“But now…”, Craig started out before taking a wide step towards you to simply pick you from the tiles underneath your bare feet, “I got all those flimsy, cut-off hairs on me and that calls for a shower now, no?”

A halfway laughed-out shriek fell from your lips as you recognized his buff arms raising you off the floor, heaving you right into the tub before he stepped in himself. 

“Come here..” He pulled you right under the showerhead with him, opening up the faucet for a stream of comfortably cool water to wash over your bodies. 

Although the days neared the end of summer, the humid Californian heat was still rather unbearable hence the cold wetness running over your skin came as a welcome refreshment. You sighed out in relief before you felt Craig’s lips latching onto yours in a hungry kiss.

With eyes closed, you reciprocated it, allowing him to pull you even closer into his tall statue.

“Was kinda hard to sit still with you all naked in front of me, babe..” He groaned into your mouth, his hands wandering down your back to trace the curve of your behind with his fingertips.

“Oh, poor boy…” You chuckled back, a quiet moan escaping from your lips as you felt his palms cupping your ass. 

“It’s time for payback, hun.” Craig warned you before he tightened his grasp around your thighs, hoisting your legs up to wrap around his waist like it was nothing.

“Is that so?” You aimed to mock him a little, but instead, you nearly choked on your own words as Craig rocked his waist into your lap, letting you sink down on his hard-on inch by inch. 

“Fuck…” You mewled out, hiding your face in his chest whilst your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails drilling into his skin.

You felt Craig’s cock drilling into you slowly, spreading you open to accommodate his size until he was filling you all up to the brim. No matter how many times you’d already experienced this sensation, it still sent a shiver of goosebumps all over your body. 

“Not so bratty anymore now, huh?” Craig groaned, his lips brushing over your forehead before he started thrusting into you under the stream of water.

“J-just because I called you out as a pussy?” You murmured into the skin of his chest, trying to catch the breaths that he was set on knocking out of your lungs. 

“Yeah..”, He huffed back, rolling his hips against your crotch in a firm pace, “Exactly because of that, missy.” 

Your brain rattled, the gears inside turning, trying to come up with some sort of snarky remark but every stroke of his girth against your insides rendered you plain dumb on his cock, leaving you to whine and mewl into the curve of his neck. You sensed your brain converting into a big pile of fucked-out mush and you didn’t resist. With all your senses trained inwards to savor every thrust of his, you felt that tell-tale coil in your lower abdomen tightening up, getting ready to simply snap with the next, well-angled roll of his hips against yours.

“Oh, so needy all of a sudden…” Craig cooed into the crown of your head, still holding you close to his body whilst feeling your cunt clenching down around his cock in irregular contractions indicating your rapidly approaching orgasm. 

“Hmhm…” You haphazardly managed to moan out as your whole body turned rigid, your legs clasping around his hips as the first waves of your climax rippled through your system.

Nerve endings set ablaze, the sensation went straight to your brain, leaving it short-circuiting for a blissful split second and wiping every leftover thought from your mind. For all you knew, Craig fucked you right through your climax, your contracting and pulsing cunt pulling him in deeper until he spilled his load deep inside of you with one last deep rut into you.

“Goddamnit, fuck…” It rolled over his tongue in a guttural groan drawn right from the depths of his lungs before he pulled out of you, placing your shaky legs back into the tub as gently as his trembling arms allowed him to.

The mixture of your own arousal, his cum and the water from the shower head above trickled down between your thighs in a tacky avalanche only to vanish down the drain seconds later.

Whilst taking a few, much-needed deep breaths, you looked at each other with a stupidly wide grin smiling.

“Maybe…”; Craig muttered through the wash of water, “Maybe I should let you cut my beard more often.”

#tam rambles #craig cody #animal kingdom fanfic #animal kingdom tnt #craig cody x reader #craig cody × you #craig cody smut #ben robson

[aki-shun]

Hi I saw that your requests are open ( this is my first time requesting so please tell me if I’m doing this right😅) I was wondering if you can do some smut with Sebek and GN or male reader thank you🥰

I love you works btw

Let Me Heal You

I hope you know why it's taken me so long to write this. Now.. First time someone praised my work! In this way.

I hope you will like it. It's been a long time since you've asked me for this, so I'm going to keep it as long as possible.

Sorry for bad grammar (English is not my first language)

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[R] `Reader [M] `Malleus [Si] `Silver [Se] `Sebek

You tried to pass through the corridors of the castle to the infirmary section. There were castles and towers on each side of the Briar Valley. Some of them had fallen into ruins. Some of them are still standing and in use. You are now in one of them. You have to be prepared for all kinds of situations. That's the job. The castle's doctor.

Recently, King Malleus Draconia came to the castle. During his time there was an assassination attempt against him. The assassination did not happen thanks to its early detection. But some soldiers were injured. There were no vital injuries, simple scratches and bruises. More importantly, the castle was safe. The assassins were some of the soldiers who had just arrived at the castle. But that's not what matters right now.

When the assassins were captured, the light green-haired one of the King's soldiers accompanying Draconia made a small attack against the assassins. The other soldiers tried their best to stop him, but they could not calm him down. When a soldier with silver hair realized that they were not going to stop him, he stopped the soldier with physical violence, a little harsh. Of course, you weren't there at that time, you went down to the warehouse to refill the medicine bottles that were finished.

You hurried up the stairs before you were finished with the news from the soldiers. You learned about all this from one of the soldiers as you made your way to the infirmary. The corridors of the castle were swarming with soldiers, making it difficult for you to run. You finally reached the infirmary. Your assistant, who took care of the wounded soldiers in the infirmary, told you that the green-haired soldier mentioned was in the other room. Along with the soldier lying in the bed when you entered the room were King Draconia and a silver-haired soldier. After greeting the king, you turned to the wounded soldier. He was indeed 'a little' hurt.

The blow he took was really strong. There is damage in the left inner ear region. There is a minor shaking in the cerebellum region. He wakes up this evening, but should not get out of bed for 3-4 days. [R]

I'm sorry, Your Highness, I just wanted to stop him. [S]

It happened, Silver. Besides, you should apologize to your comrade lying in bed, not me. [M]

Yes, Your Highness. [Si]

তততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততততত

I don't need to rest! Get out of my way! [Se]

You'll be on the ground the moment you stand up, you idiot! [R]

If there is one thing you hate in this life; those are patients who do not listen to words. And if his voice reverberates throughout the room.

You need to rest. Please do not cause difficulties. [R]

Hmp, I am the bodyguard of Great Lord Malleus Draconia. I don't need rest. Because of a simple hit. [Se]

May the big seven give you patience. No words get in through those rusty ears. The soldier got out of bed, grumbling, and after taking a step, he could not stand and fell. You warned him.

I warned you. [R]

Hm-p [Se]

You helped the man get up and dropped him on the bed for him to lie down. He was just about to say something to this situation when he saw your angry gaze. He has decided to take your advice, most likely because of his recent experience.

‿︵ʚ・Time to smut・ɞ︵‿

You don't know how it happened. (I don't know to ( ﾟｰﾟ) You just wanted to control the green-haired soldier and now you're lying on his bed. He's on you right now. He fixed both of your arms above your head with one hand.

I'll show you how resilient I am, doctor~ [Se]

The sound of tearing echoed through the room. That guy tore every single piece of clothing you were wearing. His face was right next to your left ear. That's why you could hear his every breath. His free hand was stroking your hip. His hand slowly moved towards your cock and began to caress it slowly. You tried not to groan under the feeling of your callused hands. Because damn it, you had exactly your assistant in the next room. A few more pumps and you're tough.

He spat in your palm and put his fingers in your hole. Wait- He was seriously considering doing this with a drop of saliva! Hell no. You tried to straighten up, but you couldn't. That's why you gave him a head. She was just about to tell you something when she saw your expression. You spoke in a whisper.

Do you really think you can do this with just one spit*! [R]

He gawked at your face for a while. Then he spat more into his spitting hand. May the Big Seven help you.

He didn't have time to get used to you. His movements weren't too fast, but it was hard. You somehow freed your hands from his grip. You tried to suppress your moans with one hand. Your other hand gripped his shoulders. Your legs were wrapped around his waist. The constant pressure against your prostate was intoxicating. He put you in another position to increase his reach. It was hard to suppress moans now.

The soldier's whimpers combined with the slapping sounds of skins. Your hands were tugging at his clothes. Sebek grabbed your chin, forcing you to bring your face closer to him. He pulled you into a deep kiss. But he wasn't kissing, he was literally eating you.

It was already past midnight and you didn't know what lap you were on. It was late and neither of you were holding back your groans and whimpers as you thought no one would be around anymore.

You knew he was approaching when his movements were quickened and not as attentive as before. His movements, which were already harsh, were now more rigid. You wrapped a free hand in your own cock and pumped yourself. You're both pretty close to climax. He gripped your hips, which were bruised from his grip, tighter. In honor of this last burst of pleasure, you both came in with your groans after one last mad kiss.

I'm tough enough. Isn't it, doctor? [Se]

Your movements are still erratic and unbalanced. Let me heal you. [R]

'I guess this isn't the last lap,' thought Silver, who was waiting for Sebek in the next room.

Come on Silver. Sebek will come when his healed is over. [M]

I haven't written smut in so long that I'm atrophied.💀 So tell me if you don't like it. Please notify me if there is an error.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland × male reader #twisted wonderland × bottom male reader #male reader #bottom male reader #twst smut #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #sebek x male reader #sebek smut

[ntls-24722]

So i figured out my uhhhh take? on Music Man?

There's like 2 canon lorebits for MM and like, its all just stuff that Matthew Curtis has said but I've had a really weird x reader fanfic idea for like the longest time that I never planned on actually writing, but

So my personal take on what MM's deal is that she was made to harness and store straight up souls (not remnant) but what is her whole Thing is that she was specifically made very Shittily.

The mechanisms spinning and churning the souls inside her are crude and unmerciful like a rusty music box and so while the souls, after years of being processed, have long forgotten who they are and are now moreso just the essence of life, their being is still very uncomfortably inhabiting her body, stretched out over all the machinery. The Music Man™ experience, best i can describe it, is like if your organs were gone and you were just filled with hard edges and other foreign structures. If you want a personal feeling, it's like being uncomfortably full of water and soda can tabs, in my experience (take that sentence as you will). She's very uncomfortable in her body and hence why she gets overstimulated by noise very easily (weirdly enough she likes cymbals because they drown out noise. they make a lot of noise themselves but they drown out everything else). She kind of craves devouring souls for this reason (the smoke is representative of this) since when she doesn't process it like the other ones, it kind of just chills in there and floods her body with relief and some feeling of freedom from the tight contraption her being is stuck in.

But one thing about the fic is that while yeah yeah romance it's also kind of, um, horrific. But in a fun way.

Like in the fic the whole Thing is that as Music Man becomes more enamored (and just, generally feeling more emotion than a robot really should be feeling) they become more and more human and by that I mean the emotions begin physically manifesting like how they would in a human. Like, her face is plastic so she can't actually blush like us,so instead, blood just starts oozing out of her facial orifices in the attempt to fill blood vessels that aren't there, which is just a horrible sight all around.

Anyways she's such a weird freak and I love her for that!!

If you're wondering why I refer to Music Man with she/her, this and only this is the singular reason why.

her main color palette is literally the same colors as this transfem flag. She's therefore transfem I don't make the rules sorry

Other than that there are these Whorish drawings of DJMM

And persona doodles. persona is based off of various phantom feelings of mine

If you know me, you know that I'm a shrimpy whelp of a man. HOWEVER! This bitch flies with their arms. If you were flailing around your arms to fly all the time, I just think it would make sense for them to be a Little Jacked-Looking

#music man fnaf #music man #fnaf pizzeria simulator #djmm #dj music man #fnaf dj music man #ntls-24722 #(almost) daily music man #sorry about being so late #willed organism

[kirishwima]

Hi! I’m super duper sorry if your prompts are closed, I tried looking so I could double check but I didn’t find anything, so please disregard this if they’re closed (and I’m sorry again!). But if not can you write something about the rfa + v and saeran falling asleep on top of mc if that’s okay?

We will simply ~not~ talk about how long this has been sitting in my inbox-I haven't written anything in a long while, so I'm sorry if this is a little rusty!

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YOOSUNG:

He’d been gaming all night, yet again, his eyes glued to the screen until the morning light seeped in through his bedroom window. He had barely even noticed it though, only pausing when he heard MC’s alarm go off, shaking him out of his daze.

He’d turned to look at them at that, hiding a giggle behind his hands as MC grumbled, their eyes still tightly shut as they fumbled around the bedside table to turn off the alarm, snuggling back into the covers.

Yoosung sighed, shutting his computer off as he gingerly tucked himself into bed besides MC. Except..it wasn’t enough. Seeing MC, still asleep, brows still furrowed from the previous disturbance, he just needed to be closer to them.

He shuffled closer, closer, closer-ever so slowly, careful not to rouse them, until he’d been practically laying atop of them. How they didn’t wake up when he’d put his whole weight on them is a miracle, and yet here he was, his head resting atop their breast, his arms tight around their waist, legs interlocked with MC’s, like a koala tightly wound around a tree.

He promised himself it was only for a minute or two, just to get some cuddles in before he’d have to wake MC up so they wouldn’t be late to class…but he had been up all night, and MC *was* oh so comfortable….

MC woke up bleary-eyed, an odd weight on their chest, blonde tufts of hair tickling their nose-they didn’t need to check to know Yoosung had been cuddled up with them, the cutie. 

They sighed, gently removing one hand from where it’d been stuck beneath Yoosung to grab ahold of their phone, check if they have some more time to snooze before heading to class…..

"YOOSUNG GET UP! GET UP!"

Poor boy woke up being tugged off of MC, who hurriedly threw the closet doors open, grabbing any garment of clothing they could find, shoving it over their pyjamas as they rushed to the bathroom

"YOOSUNG YOU MUST’VE HEARD MY ALARM CLOCK WHY DIDN’T YOU WAKE ME-IM AN HOUR LATE SHIT-" Their voice echoed from where they’d rushed to the bathroom, the sound of the tap water running muffling their voice.

Yoosung sighed, smooshing his cheek onto the pillow.

"But baabe…you looked too cute to wake up."

MC peeked out the bathroom, cheeks flushed, a toothbrush stuck in their mouth as they glared loving daggers at him.

"Yoosung Kim, you cute freaking monster, you’ll be the death of me."

Yoosung huffed a laugh.

"Love you too baby!"

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ZEN:

It’d been another long day of work and rehearsals, meeting upon meeting and a couple photoshoots thrown inbetween it all. 

The only thing keeping Zen sane had been…well, MC. Your lover being your manager did have its perks, after all.

He’d just shut the door of his personal trailer room, smiling big and bright at fans and reporters that had been queueing up outside to get a glimpse of him-until he shut the door, letting out a sigh that made his shoulders hunch.

MC was already sitting on the couch, the day’s itinerary in their hands as they read through and planned accordingly, when Zen approached them, huffing loud and audible as he stared down at them. 

"May I help you~?" MC teased, putting their planner to the side as they spread their arms, knowing full well what Zen’s next move will be.

He slumped himself down into their embrace, letting his weight drop onto the couch besides them, plopping his head into their lap with a pout.

"I’m so tired! Please tell me we’re done for the day-please! I just want to go back home with you, drink a nice cold beer and watch some dumb rom-com and cuddle."

MC sighed, running their hands through his hair, relilshing in the way he craned his neck to the touch, like a cat lazing about in the sun.

"I’d love nothing else baby. But…we still have another meeting with that advertising company I’d talked to you about, and you have that late night show to attend in the evening. It’s a live show so you’ll have to be there a couple hours earlier for a quick rehearsal too."

Zen groaned, hiding his face into MC’s abdomen as his arms wrapped around their middle.

MC shook their head. "Although…I could work somethings out and get you.." they checked their watch, their mind doing some quick math, "a 2 hour break, starting now. How does that sound?"

Zen took a peek at them, his pout so dramatic and comical MC wanted nothing more than to lean down and kiss it off of his lips.

"Will you stay here and cuddle with me?"

"Sure, just let me get some phone calls out the way-" MC laughed as they tried to stand up, only to be pulled back by Zen’s incredible force.

"No! No. Just…stay with me. Let me rest here, just for another 5 minutes."

"Zen…"

"Please?" and well, when he looked at them like this, big doe eyes and his thumb rubbing soothing circles into their hip…who was MC to say no?

"5 minutes baby. Then I got to get up and get back to work."

Suffice to say, it hadn’t been 5 minutes. Within seconds Zen was already asleep, MC’s thighs serving as the comfiest pillow he could ask for, his arms still wrapped around them even in his sleep, refusing to budge even an inch.

MC sighed. Guess they could cancel that late night show after all. 

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JAEHEE:

It was late into the night by the time Jaehee managed to get home, doing her best to quietly take off her shoes and coat as she stumbled further into her and MC’s shared apartment. 

She’d completely forgotten she’d promised Zen she’d meet him for drinks after work, and as much as she tried to convince MC to join them, MC shook their head, saying they were too tired, that the she and Zen should catch up and that they’d just head home from the cafe and get some rest.

She really didn’t mean to stay out so late, to drink so much-she knows MC would never mind, but still..she wanted to come home to them, cuddle with them on the couch, fall asleep besides them. As much as she’d enjoyed her outing…it didn’t feel the same without MC there with them. 

She hadn’t realised how much she’d drank, until she stumbled into the bedroom, her pyjamas haphazardly thrown on, her vision blurry as she fumbled with the bed covers, dropping herself into bed-not hearing the soft ‘oof’ that sounded as she fell into what she’d assumed was the mattress.

The next morning she woke with a groan, her head spinning, her temples throbbing in the familiar tell tale signs of a hangover.

She patted the bed, assuming she’d feel the warm body of MC besides her…except she didn’t.

Had she overslept? Was MC already up and about? They’d usually wake her though, it’s not like them to wake up without gently waking Jaehee too…

"Morning baby"

That…that’s MC’s voice. Why is it so close to her ears?? There’s shivers up her spine, her cheeks flush as her eyes snap wide open and her hands push down on the mattress to push herself up-

Except there is no mattress. Instead she’s currently pushing herself off of MC, who’a awkwardly trying not to wince as Jaehee jabbed them in the ribs in her rush to get up.

"I-what-did I sleep on you?!"

MC huffs a laugh, stretching their muscles out as they sit up-the first time since last night that they’ve been able to freely move. "That you did."

Jaehee’s about to die of embarrassment, already hiding her face in her hands, an apology halfway through her lips, when MC grabs a hold of their hands, tugging them away from her face.

"You kept mumbling my name and cuddling me-it was so cute I thought I’d transcended to heaven!"

Jaehee shot out of bed, grabbing her glasses as she awkwardly tried to find her composure.

"That…let’s…let’s not speak of this again."

"Does that mean no cuddles tonight?!" MC peered up at Jaehee, wobbling their lip. "I liked you cuddling up to me so boldly! I’d…like if you did that more often. Preferably sober."

And well, who’s Jaehee to refuse such a request?

"…I’ll think about it."

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JUMIN:

See, you’d think Jumin wouldn’t be the type to ask for affection so boldly, that he would never be the one to initiate a cuddle session-

And you’d be 100% wrong. This man is touch STARVED, he’s a man who has tasted water for the first time in decades and can’t get enough, will drink a whole ocean dry in his quest to quench his thirst.

He has no qualms about PDA, will hold MC close to him at any given circumstance, will guide them through a busy room with his hand resting on the small of their back, will wrap his hands across their waist and tug them close to him when he craves their hugs, be it at home or in the middle of a fancy gala, my dude Does Not Care. He’ll get the affection he seeks, when he seeks it, always.

So it’s no surprise for MC when Jumin comes home from work exhausted, slumping himself over MC where they’d been lounging on the couch, Elizabeth the 3d by their feet as they scrolled through their phone.

Jumin just sighed, smiling softly at the sight of them laid down on the couch, and simply…flopped down beside them.

He tried not to squish them with his weight-but he needs to be as physically close as possible, slots himself inbetween MC’s legs, hides his face in the crook of their neck, sighs in content as they wrap their arms across his back and gently rake their nails up and down his forearms.

"Long day?" they ask, kissing his temple.

He simply lets out a long sigh, nodding into their skin. In some ways, he’s more like a cat than Elizabeth is, MC thinks, biting down a giggle.

"I missed you" he breaths, tracing his lips onto the cusp of their collarbone.

"I missed you too. I’m glad you’re home."

And that’s it when it comes to their conversation. They could ask each other about their day, but they’re both content in the silence, enjoying the warmth of skin touching skin, MC finding peace in the way Jumin’s breaths deepen and even out, their touch lulling him to sleep. Knowing they have this effect on him-that he’s this comfortable with them, this vulnerable-it’s an odd sense of power and fear, the need to protect him overwhelming, to keep him tight and safe in their arms.

MC doesn’t care that their arms are getting sore within an hour of Jumin laying on top of them-hell, their whole body could wither away. So long as this man is resting so peacefully atop of them, they will not move an INCH.

You know how it’s illegal to move when a cat falls asleep on your lap? Yeah. The same applies to Jumin Han.

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SEVEN/LUCIEL/SAEYOUNG:

Here is yet another touch starved loverboy, except…he’s actually a little reluctant to seek out affection, at least in the begining of his and MC’s relationship (and when I say begining…I do mean the first 6 months minimum lol)

He loves it when MC hugs him! He’ll hug them back twice as tight. If they kiss him, he’ll laugh and pepper their face with smooches, if they cuddle him he will NOT let go not even if his hands shake.

He craves MC constantly, the moment he’s not touching them he’s already missing them.

So once he gets more used to physical affection…once he feels just as comfortable hugging MC first, cuddling them first…it’s game over.

MC is laying on the couch? He’ll simply waltz on over and throw himself atop of them. MC’s taking a nap? He’ll simply flop into the bed, wrapping himself across them like a vine leaf over rice in the oven. MC’s doing something mundane like brushing their teeth in the morning? Seven’s there, his arms wrapped around them, his head on their shoulder as he yawns loud and grumpy.

Waking up to him atop of them, his head on their chest, his legs intertwined with them is nothing unusual. It’s everyday routine by now. He’ll either drag MC close, letting them rest on him, or vice versa. So long as he gets his daily Cuddle Recommended Intake, he doesn’t mind. 

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V/JIHYUN:

GIVE V CUDDLES. GIVE V CUDDLES!!!!!!!!!!

My boy loves physical affection SO much, it’s his love language! When he loves someone he NEEDS to feel close to them, needs to have his skin touching theirs. 

He’s a little hesitant at first-doesn’t want to intrude MC’s boundaries, doesn’t want them to feel uncomfortable-but once they say they’re okay with it he is ON them 24/7.

He loves kissing them, loves hugging them from behind as they make coffee, loves to breathe in their scent as he lets his forehead touch theirs. 

One night, when MC had already got into bed, reading a book they rested across their lap, he walked into the bedroom, a shy smile emerging on his lips at the sight of them-of his beloved, resting comfortably, safe, knowing he’ll get to hold them close to him. 

He quickly shuffled into bed beside them, a dreamy gaze in his eyes as he looked at them, so engrossed in their book…a little too engrossed in it. Did they not notice him getting into bed beside them? Did they not want to cuddle with him? 

He extended his arm, letting it rest on their belly. MC smiled but said nothing, simply moved a little so they could keep reading their book.

V pouted at that. He shuffled closer, resting his head on their lap, atop the book, a petulant huff escaping his lips. MC laughed, tugging the book from under his head, leaning down to run a hand through his hair.

"You big goof. What is it?"

"Nothing" he huffed. "Just…wanted to be close to you, is all" he said, nudging himself even closer for emphasis.

"Close? You’re practically on me" MC laughed. 

"Still not close enough" V sighed. "Just..need to feel you here beside me. Knowing you’re here with me…it keeps me grounded." He turned to look at them, his eyes so soft, so full of-of love. "I love you."

And what can you say to that? When he says it so sweetly, so quietly, a private confession just for them… 

"I love you too."

He remains like that, his head on their belly as MC shuffles, rests their hands on his shoulders so they can keep reading their book with V stuck this close to them, smiling down at him as he falls asleep in their arms.

"You are so insufferably adorable" they huff as they put their book down, gathering V up in their arms.

Did they have the most comfortable night’s sleep? No, they did not. Was it worth it? 100%, yes.

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SAERAN/RAY/UNKNOWN:

Sae…is a little hesitant when it comes to physical affection.

He loves it when MC hugs him! But when it comes to him initiating it..he’s a little scared still, needs some reassurance from MC that it’s okay, that they love him and like it when he hugs them, when he kissed them. He never wants to put MC in a position where they’re uncomfortable, never wants to do something they’re not 100% okay with.

So when he comes home one night after a long day of working at C&R, his fingers sore from how much he had to type away at his computer all day…he’s exhausted. All he wants is to come home to MC, knowing he’ll feel revitalised just by seeing them.

He doesn’t expect to find them in the balcony, laying down on the outdoor couch-a small thing, barely fit for two people, yet something they both wanted to have in their shared apartment, a place to relax, surrounded by all the plants and flowers Saeran has been taking care of, the sight of them almost drowning out the hustle and bustle of the city below-a private oasis just for the two of them.

They’re curled up on the couch, a cup of iced tea on the small table besides them, their eyes closed at they seem to be nodding off. Their eyes snap open at the sight of Saeran, a small fond smile creeping up on their lips.

"You’re home!" they greet him, leaning their head up as he bends down to kiss them. "Long day?"

He hums. "Yes. Very. Seeing you is melting all the fatigue away though."

"You big sap" MC laughs. They open up their arms, inviting him in, still laid down on the couch. "Come here. Rest up for a bit with me."

He’s a little awkward at first, bending down expecting MC will move to make space for him to sit-they don’t. Instead they tug him atop of them, their knees bent funny, Saeran’s legs protruding from the edge of the couch, his elbow finding MC’s stomach before he adjusts accordingly, fitting himself into every crevice until he’s laying on them, his face hidden on their breastbone.

"Just…stay like this for a bit. With me. Like having you this close to me" MC admits, running their fingers up and down his back as he sighs, takes in their scent, feels their breath on his head. 

"I like it too. Being close to you-I never want to part. Never again."

MC kisses the crown of his head, lets their face rest there for a moment. "We won’t. We’ll be by each other, always. I promise you." they hug him tight, tighter, as if trying to fuse their bodies into one. "Now get some rest. Just for a bit."

Of course…’just for a bit’ turns into nightfall, the sun setting and the moon greeting them as the two hurriedly get up and off of the couch, the cold night seeping into their bones. Still, it’s okay. When they go back inside, when they lay in bed interlocked in a tight embrace-all the cold melts away. Only warmth remains.

#mysme #mystic messenger #mysme prompt #mystic messenger prompts #prompts #fics #fanfics #mysme fic #luciel #707 #mysme v #mysme jaehee #mysme jumin #mysme saeran #mysme ray #mysme zen #mysme saeyoung #mysme yoosung #i cant remember what i used to tag i should update xkit aaaaa #asks #mysme headcanons #mystic messenger headcanons

[fankhx-invasion]

Full Moon

Once again many thanks to @mangowritesstuff for helping to edit, add content, and advise on these! Also apologize for the late releases, I'm very rusty with my writing nowadays ^^

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Your breath came out in soft puffs, creating little whispy clouds of vapor around your mouth like trails of smoke, taking a stroll through the path in the woods that night wasnt something you had initially planned on doing. Your nose and fingers went numb from the frigid, December weather, in a vain attempt to retain some warmth, you shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket. Home wasn't that far, but you couldn't return just yet. The moon tonight was gorgeous, looking bright and full, illuminating the dense foliage in an ethereal glow. You felt at absolute peace under its cosmic gaze upon the earth, stopping to lean against a tree and pull out a lighter and cigarette from the back of your jeans.

You sniffed the air, humming at the faint metallic scent slowly getting stronger, and the familiar huffing that got louder behind you.

"Is that my good boy?" you gently crooned out, glancing to your left side.

A large snout bumps into the side of your neck, the beast whimpering. It was almost seven feet tall, resembling that of a fox, claws and face wet with fresh blood, eyes glowing bright orange in the dark.

You tsked gently, turning to face the large creature, running a hand up to one ear and scratching the back of it.

"My poor reynard, I bet you're exhausted, hm?"

It only responded with another whine, leaning into your hand for more comfort. Of course it was exhausted after the hunt; its adrenaline was running out as the moon's power waned. The beast was ready to return home and rest all of the next day away.

You dropped your cigarette down, letting it extinguish under the heel of your boot into the ground below.

"Let's get you home, foxy. You're gonna need a long nap tonight. I'll get you nice and cleaned up."

It followed silently behind, tail dragging along a few loose leaves, pine needles, and the other forest floor debris. You managed to persuade the oversized fox to continue moving with soft coos and gentle pets, eventually helping it get through the back door of the small house you lived in.

As soon as you both slip through the back, you lock the door and draw the curtains over, listening to the creature behind whimper and collapse down to the floor. Limbs moved around, bones popped, until the mass of fur left behind a small human figure with fluffy, dark ringlets of hair, the soft ears, and a long, bushy tail.

You lean down to help him stand and gradually step towards the bathroom.

"..'M so sorry.." His voice was scratchy and rough.

"Don't apologize, you know I never mind caring for you."

As soon as he stepped into the tub, hot water running, you started wiping his face and hands of the blood, watching the water turn a very light shade of red. His dark, Italian eyes were intently focused on you.

Eric could barely remember what all he had done; the massacre that took place every night of prey much larger than the rabbits you would lie to him about. You knew he was innocent for the bloodshed, that everything he had done was never intentional, coming from a place of animalistic urges he never had control over. You never had the heart to tell him that the news headlines about missing people were his fault. He was gentle and sweet, his little grin and happy tail wags could make any room brighter, as if he were a ball of pure sunshine. You couldn't bear with the idea of letting him live with the guilt of countless deaths that were on his hands. You made sure he would never know. You made sure the police could never trace him too, messing up any visible prints, picking up his ragged clothing, and washing him of all the evidence left on his skin.

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[inklingofadream]

hi, i'm curious what malevolent is? I originally followed you for tma, but whenever the interests of someone i follow drifts, I like learning about that too. (i actually found out about tma from an undertale blog XD) So if you would be willing to infodump about it, i think that would be cool, you know? (sorry if this is weird, and also I love your writing! i've reread Cult, little eye, and tma fairy au tons!)

! Malevolent is one of the lesser-known Rusty Quill podcasts. It draws pretty directly from various Lovecraft Mythos and adjacent works, particularly Robert Chambers' short story collection The King in Yellow.

It's about a private investigator named Arthur who comes to unable to see and with a voice in his head after reading a Spooky Book. Personally I think this is one of the podcast's most brilliant qualities, since the entity in Arthur's head (eventually dubbed John) has control of his eyes and Arthur has the rest of the body John has to describe what he sees so Arthur can navigate the world, giving plenty of opportunity for lyrical descriptions of surroundings you generally don't get to hear about in an audio drama. They start investigating the book and where John came from with the aim of getting John out of Arthur's body and giving Arthur control back, encountering all kinds of Lovecraftian nasties along the way and unraveling the cults and conspiracies that led to John being imprisoned in a book in the first place.

The most unique/interesting facets of the show are that the entire thing is written, produced, and voice acted by one guy, with the aid of considerable voice acting talents and a variety of vocal filters (I initially thought it was a limited cast and only caught that John and the King in Yellow were the same actor and Arthur and Kayne (cosmic entity who's here to cause chaos, everyone's problematic fave 💗) were the same with different filters), and the patreon. For patrons (yes, I was sucked into rearranging my entertainment budget and signing up as soon as I finished the publicly available episodes, lucky me I had some other patreon subscriptions I'd been thinking of cancelling) segments of the show are published roughly once a week. On a monthly-ish basis the shorter patreon segments are edited into the hour or so long public episodes. I think at 3 or 5 bucks a month you get access to the sections and at $10 a month you get to VOTE.

It's extremely fun, because in-universe Arthur is The Most Reckless Man. Constantly poking his nose in places it shouldn't be and getting chased by monsters because of it. He is a private investigator, after all! IRL, patrons get to vote on things like "there's a fork in the path with bloody footprints going from the right branch leading down the left, do you want to go left or right?" and "let this injured animal die slowly or put it out of its misery [both options are tremendously angsty]" and "release the prisoner and hope they don't attack you or go on your way, leaving them to a likely-terrible fate", with occasional open-ended questions like "why is Arthur the most special boy" where the best answer was rewritten into the show as dialogue in response to a character asking that question. This has led to stuff like a series of patron choices leading John to be less overtly sinister and more Arthur's New Bestie.

If you like TMA and my cult au I HIGHLY recommend it, because it's prime "the horrors beyond my comprehension are kissing me with tongue" content. In any flavor of horror beyond your comprehension you like, from trying to ruin your life because you're like a petty insect, to discovering that humanity is Pretty Neat, to causing problems of purpose for humans and cosmic horrors alike because if you have unfathomable power you should get to make your own fun.

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #ink post #asks #sorry this took forever to post i was debating making one of those comic sans powerpoints instead