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muschiettistrashmouth · 7 days

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Push, Push - Egon Spengler | Ghostbusters

Warnings: SMUT!!! There's some time since I last wrote some smut, so... yeah

Requested? No

Words: 1231

Summary: Reader is dancing and all Egon wanna do is fuck her right there.

For those who thought that Egon was not sexually active because he was so focused on the laboratory, they were completely wrong. Ever since he started dating the fifth member of Ghostbusters, he started to loosen up more. Going out with friends more to the bar, even though he wasn't 100% sure that it was something he loved doing, but if it made his girlfriend happy, he was happy too.

This was one of those nights, where Egon was at the bar table with the other ghostbusters, his hand was lovingly holding y/n's, and he was having a friendly discussion about how they were getting on with their individual jobs now that they weren't ghostbusting anymore.

The bar's radio was tuned to the 1986 charts, when a song by the band Cinderella started playing. Push, Push was a song that y/n really liked, whether to sing or to tease Egon with the completely suggestive lyrics. She got up from where she was and dragged Winston's girlfriend with her to dance nearby where more people were dancing. With each beat of the song, her hips moved sensually, making Egon swallow hard. It's not like he was paying attention to what Ray and Peter were saying at that moment.

Winston was drinking his beer while facing his girlfriend, Cinthia, across the bar, raised his glass in a sort of toast and smiled. The scientist swallowed again, his glasses were slipping down his nose and he felt his pants tighten more than they already were. Every moment the girl danced, the harder he became. It was like a spell.

“Egon has gone bye-bye, Ray.” Peter mocked his friend who kept his mouth half open still in shock.

“Spengz?” Ray passed his hand in the air in front of Egon's eyes, making the man shake his head to wake up from the trance and look at the smaller boy.

“Yes, Ray?”

“You’re drooling.” He mocked Egon with a laugh when the older man put his hand over his mouth to wipe away some saliva that obviously wasn't there.

The scientist rolled his eyes at the joke.

“You’re as funny as that comedian ghost we faced a few days after we saved the world from complete destruction.” He said in one breath before his girlfriend returned to the table, breathing heavily.

“What are we talking about?”

“About how funny Ray is, apparently.” Winston laughed, opening his arms to accommodate his own girlfriend.

“It’s a little late, don’t you think?” Egon asked, completely changing the subject. His girlfriend's hand was resting on his thigh as she used her free hand to bring her glass to her mouth, taking a sip of her beer.

“Okay, we have to wake up early tomorrow.” y/n he said innocently. “I have to visit my parents and Egon is going with me.”

Egon raised his hand to get the waiter's attention, mentally thanking the table for covering anything that could embarrass him at that moment.

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When they entered the house, Egon wasted no time in pinning her against the wall, closing the door with his foot.

“Wow, calm down, big guy.” The girl's voice contained a tone of laughter in the background as Egon's mouth explored his neck. “What got you like this?”

“As if you didn’t know…” The brunette murmured against the her ear, leaving her with goosebumps.

“Was it the dancing?” She held back her laughter, this wasn't the time to make him think she was laughing at him. He just shook his head positively, he didn't trust his voice to speak.

She bit her lower lip, running her hands down Egon's chest to the waistband of his pants and pulling him impossibly closer.

“Do something about it then, Dr Spengler.” Now she was on tiptoe, speaking into the scientist's ear. The man picked her up and took her to the room they shared, with each step she took, she felt more and more how hard he was.

“Egon-” her voice was no more than a sigh. Anything the man did drove her crazy.

Egon took the heels off her feet with all the delicacy in the world, that was one of the things that the girl loved so much about him, the delicacy he had with her, even though he was as desperate as he was.

She spread her legs with her feet against the mattress, her skirt riding up and getting around her thighs, giving him a full view of her wet panties and thighs. The scientist held her by the thighs, leaving light kisses on the area, sometimes he left bites there, making her gasp.

“Please…” She pouted as she stared at him between her legs. That was her mistake, as he was looking her straight in the eyes when she ran her tongue over his soaked panties.

"Fuck!" He smiled sideways, holding the cloth to the side to access the wet intimacy more precisely. He might seem shy at first, but the man was a god in bed, all the anatomy books and magazines that Peter had lent him when he was in college made him understand the subject like no one else. The girl's moans filled the room, her hand pulling Egon's hair tightly as he devoured her like a starving man. When he felt that she was almost giving in completely to orgasm, Egon removed his face from where it was, getting up from the bed to quickly take off his clothes.

He threw all the pieces of clothing anywhere on the floor, his tomorrow self could take care of that alone, and climbed back onto the bed to help her take off her blouse and bra. His smile grew wider when he saw her breasts exposed.

He left a small hickey on each of her nipples and took off her clothes again, finally leaving her completely naked.

“I could live with this vision every day.” He commented before kissing her, letting her taste herself in his mouth.

The girl's hand crept between their bodies until she found the man's pulsing member and guided it to her entrance. He entered slowly so as not to hurt her, it was no wonder she called him big boy.

As he entered her completely, Egon pressed his temple against her neck, waiting until she told him to move when she was ready to do so. When she moved on the bed, he got the message, starting to move his hips quickly against her. They both moaned as if they didn't have neighbors, at this point it didn't matter.

“I'm almost there-” she was breathless, one of her hands grabbed the back of his head, while the other scratched his back. Egon thrust a few more times against her intimacy, his thumb moving against her clitoris as she liked best.

“Cum for me, baby.” He murmured against her ear with a completely hoarse voice, making her let out a little scream when he finally came. Egon spilled himself inside her almost at the same time, leaving a small bite on a part of her neck that he knew she could cover with her hair.

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When they were finally lying in bed, her head on his chest while he caressed her arm, she began to laugh softly.

“I need to dance to this song more often if this is going to be your reaction every time…”

#fandom imagines #ghostbusters #egon spengler #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler smut #ghostbusters smut #Spotify

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boobearymuch · 10 months

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Sweeter Than Coffee

Summary: He was his own worst enemy, he knew this. His friends knew this. And as annoying as it might seem, he promised them to try. Leon could at least have the decency to pretend to be interested in this date. That’s when he heard it. His name. At first a question, then a statement loud enough to finally grab his attention. And – oh wow, are you his date? Tags: Leon S. Kennedy/gn!reader, fluff, light angst, mentions of anxiety and insomnia, first date fluff, blind date Word Count: 2k Read on AO3

Notes: Another upload from ao3!! Writing some new stuff though, maybe sneak peek soon ? (it's a plagas!Leon fic hehe)

Fuck.

Just one night. Was just one night of sleep too much to ask for? Surely of all days his fucked up sleep schedule decided to wreak havoc, it just had to be this one, didn’t it? So much for a fresh beginning, Leon thought darkly. Well, if the agent were being honest with himself he knew he’d fuck this up; to think he ever thought otherwise is a total joke. And – speaking of jokes – Leon swore he heard his love life die out in a pathetic gurgle as the coffee shop came into view. Jesus, he hoped it was the right one. When he left his apartment he initially took off in the wrong direction, muscle memory taking him in the direction of work instead of the date he promised his meddlesome coworkers he would go on. At this point, it would probably be less humiliating to say he never showed up than admit he arrived so late his date thought he never showed up. But it was too late. The door handle was right there, and after working up a sweat running to this place, he damn well deserved a coffee.

Like most coffee places did, this one smelled heavenly. It has admittedly been a while since he last visited his usual one – the shop a few blocks from his apartment that also served Cuban sandwiches – and the smell of coffee beans was almost enough to make Leon forget how irritated he was. Almost. His expression dropped into its usual frown now as he allowed himself to catch his breath and survey the room. He couldn’t help but look predatory as his frosty gaze lingered at the counter, then to the many small tables dotted around the room. Was this a waste of his time? Were you even here? His coworker seemed to think he’d get along with you, for whatever reason, but looking for you now had him second guessing. It’s been a while since he’d been on a date. A long, long while. And assuming he didn’t fuck this up and you were still here, he might end up talking himself out of it anyway. I mean, maybe it wasn’t too late. Leon could spin on his heel right now and leave, maybe walk to the park with a sandwich…

He was his own worst enemy, he knew this. His friends knew this. And as annoying as it might seem, he promised them to try. Leon could at least have the decency to pretend to be interested in this date. That’s when he heard it. His name. At first a question, then a statement loud enough to finally grab his attention. And – oh wow, are you his date?

Leon only caught a glimpse of you prior to the meeting thanks to a grainy photo on his coworker’s flip phone. But nothing could have prepared him for the vision waving at him shyly, an uncertain smile reaching your lips. “Hi,” He said, unable to take his eyes off you, “I’m Leon.” He didn’t even know when he moved close enough to grab the chair opposite you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” Your excitement reached your eyes, and a sudden wave of guilt overcame Leon for his idea about leaving just moments ago. God – you look nice. Like, really nice. Should he have tried harder than a t-shirt and jeans? He prayed to god his shirt wasn’t inside out, but hopefully the bomber jacket covered that negligence. Hopefully. Shit, did he wash it? It takes him a moment to realize you’re talking again, snapping himself free of thoughts of dirty laundry and instead on the cup you pushed toward him. Like some sort of angel, you’ve already bought his coffee. “It’s got cream and sugar, I hope that’s okay. I wasn’t sure how you took yours…”

Usually, Leon drank his coffee black. Not necessarily because he liked it, but rather out of convenience more than anything. Sometimes it’s all they have on missions, and when you’re pulling all-nighters in freezing temperatures, hot (albeit bitter) coffee is a blessing. He remembers his manners long enough to thank you, before taking a gentle sip. It’s sweet, and he’s not used to it, but he drinks it gratefully after the night he’s had. Which reminds Leon of his predicament. “I’m sorry for being late.” He began sincerely and lowered his gaze to watch your hands wrap around the paper coffee cup, “It’s kind of…lame, but I slept in by accident.” The bouts of insomnia haven’t gone away since returning from Spain.

But you don’t seem to mind, and only let out a small, “Mm, it’s alright. I was late too, so it worked out.” A blush reached your face – embarrassed – and Leon felt an invisible weight lift off his achy shoulders. You could have chosen to keep that to yourself, Leon would be none the wiser, but you didn’t. Perhaps his confidence was finally returning to him, but he had to know.

“Oh, really? What’s your excuse?”

The way you peered down at your coffee to avoid his teasing made him want to reach over and direct your warm gaze back at him. “You’re gonna think it’s ridiculous, but…” You tell him. It was a damn hummingbird. Walking over, perfectly on time, you were distracted by a hummingbird going crazy in a flowering bush. You even stopped to take pictures on your small flip phone. And Leon can’t help it, he laughs. To think he jogged down the street – haggard and unkempt – while you stopped to admire a bird.

You smiled too, but feigned offense to his reaction. “I never see them in this part of the city.” You defended, and Leon shook his head, shoulders still shaking with a silent laugh, “What? They’re good luck, you know.”

“Mm, really?”

“Yes, actually.” You insisted while he bit back a goofy smile and took another sip of his sweet coffee, “I mean, maybe. I’ll have to see how this coffee pans out first.” You seem shy again, as if it suddenly dawned on you this was a date. Fuck, he’s so glad he came. How could Leon have gone about the rest of his day without hearing about your lucky hummingbird? And then you asked, “So – what do you do?”

Ah. He wished you had asked him about anything else. Leon’s gaze suddenly dropped to his coffee, and he thumbed it as flashes of his latest work trip came to mind. Spain, Las Plagas, Ashley. “Um, I do work for the government.” He cleared his throat, unable to focus on your reaction – on anything – when he thinks about Spain. “It’s…a lot.” It wasn’t fair. You were making each other smile just moments ago until his damn anxiety reared its ugly head again. Spain, Las Plagas, Ashley, Luis.

“The government? I can’t imagine how overworked they have you.” You sympathized, and god bless you for trying to make him lighten up. The truth is, he’s developed some odd habits since returning. Sometimes he feels his veins twitch like they remember the parasite that nearly consumed him. And if he’s wearing sleeves, he fervently pushes them up about two or three times in the same hour to check for veins. But his insomnia…that fucked with him worse. When Leon lies down to rest, he’ll be dozing off and swear he hears Ashley’s voice in the distance. It just sounds so vivid, he can’t help but get up – each and every time – to check each room, make sure they’re empty. If it happens multiple times in one night, he’ll grab his gun and do a perimeter check outside the apartment. It’s a miracle his neighbors haven’t called the police on the crazed man in pajama pants who circled the property twice a night. And when his body finally tired out from being on alert, sleep was no respite. If he dreams, he’s running through castles and empty police stations. Footsteps squelch with rainwater and blood.

But he doesn’t tell you any of this. Spain, Las Plagas, Ashley, Luis, Krauser.

Fuck, he’s been quiet for too long. His friends warned him about being curt. “Yeah, I have to travel a lot. It’s exhausting.”

You nodded in understanding, but Leon couldn’t bring himself to look at you anymore. You probably thought he was such an asshole for switching up on you. But if you did, you didn’t show it. “Really? Traveling sounds nice. Where do they send you?” Your refusal to let him stew in his emotions tugs at his heartstrings, but he wished you’d change the subject now.

Leon laughs without humor. “Recently, Spain.”

“Ah, not a fan of Spain then?” Your voice is softer now, the tone of your voice akin to someone approaching a wounded animal.

“No,” He confessed somberly, “Not really.”

“Yeah, fuck Spain.” Your cussing caught him off guard, and he finally looks up to watch you flush with warmth as you feign hatred for the topic. “And their late night dinners. And…and paellas.”

Leon is amused by your declaration, clearly trying hard to make him smile and god he loves you for that. And, fuck, it works. “Actually,” The corners of his lips rise, “Paellas are pretty good.”

“You’re right, they really are.” You admit, which makes him huff with a laugh.

God, he needs to get it together. Ask you something, at least. Leon was never spectacular at small talk – he quipped here and there – but holding a conversation that wasn’t about work? Hell, he was struggling to even do that. “Listen, can I ask you something?” The words leave his mouth before he can second guess himself. You tilt your head curiously, but your eyes communicate an invitation to continue. And your gaze makes him feel so nervous and warm, how can a stranger’s eyes feel this safe? He wanted to tell you everything, but not just yet. “How did you feel about coming to meet me today?” Apprehension oozed from his bones, down to his hands and the poor sleeve on his coffee cup that his blunt nails picked at. He wasn’t sure what he hoped to hear, but he knew he liked you – really liked you. Leon knew he wanted a second date the moment you mentioned the hummingbird. God, he sincerely hoped he didn’t screw this up. Was he too moody? Were you only here as a favor to your mutual friend? Did his coworker beg you to go on a date with Leon – some broken guy who can barely see the point of going to sleep anymore?

There was no predicting what you’d tell him, but he never imagined you’d tell him, “I was nervous, of course.” You began stroking the side of your coffee with a steady thumb, “But excited? I don’t normally do this sort of thing — go on dates with strangers. But I had a good feeling about you.” Leon could melt. “I’ll admit I almost said no, but…we shouldn’t let our pasts get in the way of a new beginning, right?”

It seems he isn’t the only one worried about baggage. “Yeah, that’s right.” For the second time that day relief washed over him, dropping his shoulders at least by an inch after hearing your sweet response. “I would have had a really shitty morning otherwise.” A beat, and then he’s opening up like a flower in May. “I’m glad I’m spending it with you.” With you, this angel who can somehow read him like an open book and say things like fuck paellas and emotional baggage. And you’re smiling so warmly at him how could he not want more mornings like this with you.

But it ends all too soon, and you’re hugging him goodbye, and he hopes your scent lingers, and you’re trading numbers, and you poke fun at his beat up phone, but yours is worse. You part ways, and he can’t help but look back over his shoulder to watch you walk away. For the last several moments with you, it’s like Leon forgot the ache in his heavy chest was because of Spain, Las Plagas, Ashley, Luis, Krauser –

It was peaceful in your arms – for just a moment – nothing plagued his mind. And it was all because of you, you, you.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x female reader #leon kennedy x gn!reader #resident evil leon #re4 leon

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ominous-auburn-orbs · 6 months

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Can you do a fanfic for Kinger and Caine's first kiss with mild NSFW

Here's some dialogue for help

Kinger: Wow.

Caine: Yeah.

Kinger: That was...intense.

Caine: Yeah.

This. This one was a struggle. But you were nice enough to give me dialogue. If you read my stuff for plot, there's not a lot of that to be found here lmao.

Also, same warnings as in the ask, slight NSFW, but it's basically just them semi-failing at making out like the sillies they are.

Kinger and Caine stood outside of the tent, watching the sunset. They held each other's hands, enjoying this moment of peace. Kinger eventually spoke up.

"Hey, Caine?" The ringmaster looked to him, immediately giving Kinger his undivided attention, although that was far from irregular. "This is our 7th date, right?"

"Indeed it is, my dear! It's sweet that you've been keeping count." It took a few moments, but the tone of Kinger's question started to sink in. "Wait, is something special meant to be happening? Is- does the 7th date hold a sort of significance? Was I meant to get you something specific? I-I'm so so sorry, my darling, I didn't-"

"No no no, you're fine!" Kinger chuckled, "There's nothing too important about the 7th date. At least, I don't remember there being. I was more referring to... our progress in our relationship."

"Why, whatever do you mean?"

"Well, we've been together for a little while now, and we, uh, haven't even kissed." His voice trailed off slightly. He knew he'd kissed people before, but all of those memories had a dream-like quality to them. He hadn't done much of anything romantic since he got stuck in the circus, so it felt like he was about to have his first kiss overall. It did make him feel rather self-conscious before it even began, worried that he'd do something wrong or embarrassing and ruin the moment.

"Oh. Yes, you're right, we haven't. I have done research on that, and kissing is allegedly a staple part of romantic relationships. But, I'm not quite sure how we'd go about it, considering our severe lack of lips." Caine chose not to admit that he had near to know idea on how to kiss someone, despite his extensive research. Very, very extensive.

Kinger brought Caine's hand to his cheek, requiring the ringmaster to fly in order to reach him. "How about we try anyway? Just use our collective knowledge, and... experiment, until we find something that feels right."

Caine felt heat spread across his gums. "A-alright, that sounds, uh, good. Very good."

Unsure, the two started to lean towards each other, Caine's teeth and eyes shut tight. Eventually, their faces touched, causing them to relax a bit more. Kinger moved the spot where his mouth would be against Caine's teeth. It did have a similar sensation to what kissing had felt like. Or perhaps he was remembering wrong. Either way, he loved it.

Caine opened his mouth partially, nibbling on Kinger's face, which was admittedly more pleasurable than he thought it would be, although the chess piece did have to hold in a laugh at the mental image of what their current situation would look like.

The ringmaster opened his mouth further. He remembered that he had read about how people would use their tongue to show more affection and passion, so he somewhat awkwardly ran his tongue across Kinger's 'mouth', which drew unexpected noises from both of them.

Since Caine didn't need to breathe and only God knew how Kinger's respiratory system worked, they continued this for a while. Saliva dripped down the front of Kinger's face, but he didn't care enough to stop. In an attempt to further chase the feeling of what he could only describe as his chest exploding from the inside, Caine bit Kinger's face, although harder than he intended.

"Ow-" Kinger pulled away, bringing a hand up to where he had been bit, but stopped before he touched it. There was no lasting mark on his wood, and the pain wasn't that bad. He started to think about how he wouldn't have minded Caine doing it again, but decided to leave that new feeling for another day.

"Oh my goodness, I am so sorry, my sweetness, are you okay?" Both of their faces were bright red and their collars were crumpled from where they had been grasping at each other to try and get closer.

The chess piece wiped at his face to clean off some of Caine's spit. "I-it's fine, I'm fine, I promise." Kinger put one of his hands on the ringmaster's shoulder and the other on his waist, while Caine encircle his 'neck' with his arms. "That was- it was a lot."

"Yes, a-a lot would be a good way of describing it." They continued to stand there in each other's embrace. Well, Kinger standing and Caine floating. "Did you like it, though?"

Kinger was silent for a moment before pressing his face to Caine's teeth. "Yes, I did. I'd love to do it again some time, sweetheart, if you don't mind."

Caine couldn't help but be flustered at the petname. Kinger knew how much of an effect it had on him. "O-oh! Ah, of- of course, yes, whatever you wish for, my dear."

#GUESS WHO ISN'T RE-READING THIS #it's me I'm not re-reading it #royalteeth #kinger x caine #caine x kinger #kingleader #this one's not my best but I still tried

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glowingbadger · 10 months

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Carpe Diem more like Carpe Petat amirite

Does this mean we get Team Urameshi reacting to sexy outfit?? :3c

As a matter of fact it DOES

(note that for YYH I write the immediately post-canon stage that the end of the manga describes, so everyone is of age)

Wearing something sexy for them - Yusuke, Kuwabara, Hiei, Kurama x GN/AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+

Yusuke: For him, it's more about how hot it is that you want to dress up just to turn him on. He's got extremely broad tastes, but his favorites are kinky, costume-style outfits- a school uniform or maid outfit, something that really emphasizes how naughty you want to be just for him. Depending on his mood, he'll either rip the clothes off of you like tissue paper, wearing the cocky smirk even if you pout about how now you'll have to buy a new outfit, or he'll just revel in the way the tight, skimpy clothes emphasize your curves while he fucks you breathless in his bed.

"Damn, babe, you went and got this sexy little number just for me? Y'know... it kinda makes me wanna call your bluff. If you're gonna get me all riled up wearin' something like that, I hope you're ready to take my cock til I'm worn out- and we both know that could take a while."

Kuwabara: he's an absolute sucker for those classically feminine, frilly style lingerie sets- a babydoll with cups that just barely cover your breasts and a frilled hem teasing around your hips, that sort of thing. He'd never even realized it would be such a turn on until he comes home to you waiting on his bed all dressed up, with a cute little, "welcome home, Kazuma~~" and he just blanks for a minute. Once he's got his bearings though, he's just desperate to spoil you in return, and you can immediately tell that your little outfit has got him even bigger and harder than usual.

"Oh- wow, uh, I mean- woah, you... You look. Good. Like, uh, really, really good. Stop laughing! C'mon, I can't think straight with you lookin' all cute an' sexy like that, okay?! Well, fine- if you're gonna do all this for me, then I'll just show you how much I like it!"

Hiei: there's a lot about human sexual culture that he doesn't quite "get," so a lot of costumes and lingerie would be more confusing and frustrating for him than anything- he's most likely to just tear the outfit off of you, wasting no time. That said, a simple collar that he can tug on while he's deep inside of you can get him especially riled up- or even a tiny thong that he can just tug aside to thrust into you roughly from behind. Something minimal that accents your state of undress and draws his eye, but won't keep him from having you.

"Trying to tempt me? Tch. Don't waste your time. You know that if I want you, I'll have you- these little scraps of fabric are just a distraction."

Kurama: oooohhh, Kurama. Always a man of subtle, refined and surprisingly kinky tastes, for him it's more about his desire to choose what you wear. He relishes his control over you, and that you give him that control freely and willingly. He loves to pick out a just-too-short or just-too-tight outfit for you to wear out for a date (and his tastes are, of course, exquisite), then silently smirk each time he notices someone else eyeing you. It all just heightens his anticipation for that night, when he'll carefully and slowly undress you while telling you in great detail how he admired your body all day. Oh also Kurama loves when you wear something of his and he can enjoy your scent on it later maybe while jerking off

"You noticed, didn't you? The way they stared at you today? I can hardly blame them when you look so tempting... Though of course, if any even thought for a moment of approaching you, I'm afraid I would have to intervene. You're mine, after all. Perhaps it's a bit self-indulgent of me, but I do so enjoy dressing you up as I like."

#yu yu hakusho #yyh #yu yu hakusho headcanons #not sfw #yusuke urameshi #kazuma kuwabara #hiei #kurama #yusuke yyh #kuwabara #juwabara yyh #hiei yyh #kurama yyh #x reader #yu yu hakusho x reader

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refugeintheunreal · 3 months

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“Hold still.”

Ganon held Una’s chin in the palm of his hand, wiping blood from their gray face with a washcloth. Their face crinkled. After a moment or two, they pulled away, slapping at Ganon's hand.

“Stop, stop. You're so aggressive.”

“Blood is crusted to your face,” he said, matter-of-fact. “It requires scrubbing to get it off.”

They sighed a long, dramatic sort of sigh— long enough that any thought that they were actually complaining was quelled, and they grabbed Ganon's free hand and again rested their chin on his palm, glaring up at him with arms crossed.

Again, Ganon brought the cloth to their face, but this time gently.

“I suppose this will need stitches,” he mused, with reference to a cut on their cheekbone that he now traced with one finger. The gash was deep, and still bleeding— Una hissed reflexively as Ganon poked at them.

“Wow, thanks.” Their voice was tinged with sarcasm. “I wonder whose fault that was?”

“Don't start with that,” Ganon warned, releasing their face and turning to rummage through the medical supplies haphazardly scattered across the desk they were situated beside. Una leaned back, sinking into their chair, chin resting on the heel of their palm. “I was merely attempting to teach you your own weaknesses. You leave yourself far too open to attack...”

“Do I, now.”

“...And, of course, your weapon. You fight as though it isn't dual-sided. You need to learn how to utilize it properly or you'll be injured worse than just a scratch when the time comes for a real battle.”

Ganon turned back to them, a properly-sized curved needle looking absolutely tiny between his fingers. Una reached out a hand.

“Gimme."

“You're not experienced enough to do this yourself.”

“And you've got big dumb hands. It'll be harder for you than me. Give it.”

Ganon conceded with a sigh, dropping the needle into their outstretched hand.

As he predicted, they struggled to stitch themself up. Their fingers slipped repeatedly as they glared into the small mirror by the side of the desk, brow furrowed, hissing sharply through their teeth with every penetrative movement of the needle through skin. Ganon waited patiently for them to give up.

Una was a very particular person, and enjoyed feeling competent— Ganon was fully aware that if he attempted to force himself into the equation, they would only grow more stubborn, and had accidentally hurt themself in the past for that very reason. No, instead it was far more helpful to simply allow them to come to the conclusion he wanted on their own. And he knew them well; shortly, they did.

“So tedious... I’m tired. You just do it,” they said, and offered the needle to Ganon, who took it back silently. They'd snapped as though it was only a result of boredom that they'd given up, and even though both knew that wasn't the case, no comment was made about it.

“There. All done.”

They studied their face in the mirror again, prodding gingerly at the newly stitched wound.

“It's ugly. But, like, in a cool way, I guess… maybe if it scars nice.” They turned to Ganon. “Your turn. C'mere, big boy.”

Before the protest could leave Ganon's lips— not that horrendous pet name again— Una was all over him, dabbing at cuts on his skin with the washcloth. In retrospect, he likely should have said something; after all, there was residue of Una’s blood there, and the risk of sharing diseases was not worth it. Instead, though, he remained silent, and focused on holding his breath so as not to breathe on them.

“You're so sweaty,” they remarked, but concluded their task quickly. “Nothing major. You, my sweet, are cured.”

***

Ganon stepped through the opened door to the balcony, shivering only a little from the chill of the crisp air. It smelled of sweet, flavored smoke— Una had decided on smoking*, and had left Ganon in his room to clean up the supplies the two had left out from their impromptu suturing session.

As Ganon stepped onto the balcony, [] took another drag and turned to him, the corner of their mouth pulled into a small smirk.

“Hey,” they said, and Ganon nodded.

He approached them, moving to lean on the railing next to where they stood. He felt as though he was huge next to them, hunched and still towering over them. They didn't seem to mind, not particularly.

“D'you want a smoke?”

“No,” said Ganon, and he frowned. “You know I dislike that sort of thing.”

“Mhm.” They looked to him, an air of knowing upon their face. “And yet, you're out here with me.”

Ganon did have to admit that the scent of this particular smoke was quite nice— it was sort of minty, he thought, and wondered if it was the kind of mint that burned one's throat a little in the cold— and that it was undeniably sort of sexy, in an unfortunate way. But that wasn't why he was here.

“You, ah… You did say you were tired.”

“Did I?”

“As I recall.”

The two were silent, awkward. Una looked to Ganon with a bemused expression, smiling ever so slightly.

“And?”

“Well… nothing in particular. I was wondering if that was still the case, though."

“Maybe.” They were silent for a second, studying him. Ganon had the feeling they knew exactly what he wanted. “Are you tired, Ganon?”

Ganon purposefully avoided their gaze, instead staring over the horizon. The beauty of Hyrule seemed very interesting right at that moment, the blue of the sky particularly vibrant. “I suppose.”

“Is there something you'd like to ask for, Ganon?”

And there was silence…

…which was broken when Una laughed, absolving the tension quickly, as only they could manage. Ganon let out a quiet breath of relief.

“Alright, alright. I'm not cruel.” They dropped their cigarette, snuffing it out with their heel before turning to Ganon and beckoning him to follow them. “C'mere.”

Ganon followed, feeling quite like an embarrassed little puppy dog at the moment…

Behind them he closed the door to the balcony with a soft click. Una swept the curtains shut, dimming the light of the room. They trailed over to the bed as they went.

The bed was of a size built for Ganon, not them, and so as usual they sank unfortunately into the huge mattress as they lay down and patted the bed. Ganon sat next to them.

“Lay down, you big baby. You don't have to make it a big thing whenever you want something,” they teased, wrapping an arm of theirs around Ganon's and tugging him down beside them.

“I never made it a ‘big thing,’” he protested as he sat.

“Someone who wasn't making it a big thing would say, I don't know, ‘can we take a nap, Una?’ And that would be it. He wouldn't stand all awkwardly and hint at what he wanted until I got it.” They grabbed his face in their hands, rubbing their palms on his stubble and through his choppy beard. “It's okay. You're just a big, emotionally constipated dumb-dumb. That's what I love about you."

“I seem to recall someone claiming they weren't cruel,” said Ganon.

“Um, I just said that's what I love about you. I'm not being cruel, I'm being super nice.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Fiiine. You're not emotionally constipated. You're, like, emotionally diarrhea'd. That's the opposite of constipated.”

“I think I've just remembered that I have somewhere else to be at the moment,” Ganon joked, pulling away from them and moving as though to get up.

Una flung themself against Ganon, wrapping themself around his upper arm and pulling at him. “Don't you dare! You lay down right this instant or there'll be consequences, mister.”

They tugged at Ganon until he gave in and laid back down in bed with them. He shifted them both around, then— moving them both until he had an arm around their waist and them pulled up close next to him. They threw an arm over his soft stomach and gripped at his side as though they intended to never let him go.

“If you ever try to leave me again I'll get you,” Una said sweetly.

“Get me? What will you get me?”

“You knowww what I meant."

Ganon grinned at them, lips stretched over yellow teeth. Una smiled back at him. Despite their banter, there was a kind of love in Una's eyes that made Ganon's face warm and cheeks hurt from smiling.

“Ganon, baby?”

“Hmm?”

“Kiss me, dumb-dumb.”

*A smoke in this context refers to a Hylian version of cigarettes. These consist of various herbs with differing qualities in a form similar to a typical hand-rolled human cigarette, and often with various flavors, like a vape. The effect given by smoking depends on the herbs included.

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[BSTS] Gui Year of the Dragon Reward 4* Card Story

(note: The cast members that are dragons were sent to perform at an outdoor festival celebrating the year of the dragon.)

chapter 1 -festival grounds-

kongou: Looks like this is where they’re holding the kite flying competition.

gui: …There’s a lot of people here. Are they all competitors?

sinju: Some of them are probably just here to watch. It’s fun just getting to watch kites being flown too.

mizuki: Who cares how many people we’re up against. We’re gonna win and get that high end beef prize!

saki: Please do your best, everyone.

hari: That tent over there must be the reception desk. I’ll go and sign us up.

-time pass-

hari: Thanks for waiting, I’ve acquired the kite materials.

sinju: Materials?

hari: Yes, the kites are set up to be custom made by the participants.

mizuki: What? Why? That’s too much work, you guys do it. Peace.

-mizuki leaves-

kongou: Hey, wait! Mizuki!

hari: …He’s already gone.

sinju: What~!? But he was so fired up just a second ago?

gui: Want me to chase after him?

kongou: When he gets like that he’s not gonna change his mind even if you do catch him…

hari: Let’s not worry about him. We’ll make the kite ourselves.

-time pass-

hari: First choose a kite shape and design and then once it’s affixed to the frame it’s complete.

sinju: I see, this might be a bit harder than I first thought.

hari: It’s so everyone can participate in the event in our own unique way. If we have the time, I think it’s a good idea.

kongou: Ok, how about we pick what shape we want first?

sinju: Let’s see, what do we have here. There’s a square kite, a diamond kite and there’s even fish shaped ones.

saki: They all look cool, don’t they?

gui: Which one is the best?

sinju: Hmm, I’m not sure. The answer would depend on who you ask.

hari: Rather than the shape itself, it appears the key factor is how you affix it to the frame. The requirement for a kite to fly well is for it to be attached right in the middle of the frame, achieving bilateral symmetry.

kongou: In that case, we can just choose whatever we prefer for the shape and design right?

hari: For the design, we should naturally go for one that has a dragon.

sinju: Doesn’t the diamond shaped one look cool?

gui: …….

kongou: If you’re interested Gui, do you want to be the one to put it together?

gui: Can I?

hari: If you need help I’m here. There’s no harm in challenging yourself.

sinju: If Gui does it I’m sure it’ll turn out well since he’s dexterous. I’m in agreement!

gui: Ok. I’ll give it a go.

chapter 2 -festival grounds-

saki: How is the setting up of the kite going, Gui-san?

gui: I’m just doing some finishing touches then it’ll be ready. Look.

saki: Wow, it looks great!

kongou: Yeah, you’ve done pretty well haven’t you? It looks like it’s going to fly up real high.

gui: Hari helped me create it. We’re going to compete with this kite.

kongou: Yeah, let’s do our best in the competition.

sinju: It’s finally time to start flying. So the rules are that the team that can fly their kite the highest wins?

kongou: Yep. How about we let Gui fly it first since he was the one who made it?

gui: Ok. I’ll give it a go.

-gui starts flying the kite-

kongou: The trick is to properly read the direction and strength of the wind. Do your best.

saki: Oh, it’s flying!

gui: But it’s so low… The other kites are so much higher up in the sky.

sinju: Here, let me take it for a moment.

-sinju flys the kite-

saki: Uwah, it’s slowly getting higher and higher!

sinju: Heheh, I’ve flown kites, played badminton, played with spinning tops and done all sorts of things like this with my grandpa. When it comes to new year’s activities you can count on me.

hari: A dragon soaring high in the sky is a good omen.

sinju: …Hm? Wait, there’s something written on our kite’s tail… It says ‘A performance by dragons to commemorate the year of the dragon, this afternoon on the main stage’…!?

kongou: That’s some crazy good hand writing…

hari: I wrote it. It was the optimal spot to advertise our show.

kongou: Hahah, so that’s why.

sinju: Ah, Saki-chan. The wind isn’t too strong at the moment so do you want to try flying the kite?

saki: Yes, I’d like to.

-saki flys the kite-

sinju: Make sure you keep the string taut. If it starts to loosen, pull on it a bit and adjust it so that it’s taut again.

saki: …Like this?

sinju: Yeah that’s it! You’re a natural.

-sky-

gui: …The kite is flying so high.

kongou: Yeah. The dragon that you made is soaring magnificently into the sky.

-time pass-

mizuki: Huh? Where are all the kites at?

sinju: You’re finally back, Mizuki! The kite flying competition has already ended.

mizuki: Oh, really? Then where’s our meat?

gui: We came second. There’s no meat.

mizuki: What? You didn’t win!?

kongou: The result may be disappointing but I think it ended up being a good advertisement for our show.

mizuki: Tch, is that so? Well whatever, if there’s a competition for who’s gonna liven up the festival the most, then we’re obviously gonna take out first place.

kongou: Yeah, it’ll be a blast. Let’s give it our all.

—end

#bsts gui #bsts translation

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I am so excited for this! From the loyal/protective prompt list, I'd love "get your hands off my __brother__". Up to you which one :)

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I said no!”

A scoff from behind Dick. “And I said, yes, you imbecile.”

There’s a sound of inarticulate frustration, also from behind him. Dick waits two beats, three. A fourth. And then–

“Fine,” Tim mutters. “Fine, but I’m not paying for any of it.”

Dick can practically hear the triumphant smirk on Damian’s face, and as entertaining as the argument between his two brothers has been, Dick is also still trying to teach Damian that he can’t demand things, so–

“Tim isn’t going to set up your studio for you,” Dick says, turning away from the selection of tablets to face the two. He turns just in time to see Tim’s eyebrows go up in surprise and Damian’s sink down as he scowls. Dick raises one of his own eyebrows in challenge as he stares Damian down. “At least, not until you ask him politely.”

Damian’s scowl deepens, but he doesn’t immediately snap in anger, and Dick bites back a smile when Damian thinks it over a moment before sighing.

“Would you help me set up my art studio, Timothy?” Damian murmurs, not quite looking at Tim.

Dick takes it as a win. It’s progress. A thousand and twelve steps further than a few years ago when Damian’s pride was keeping him from any sort of kindness or politeness at all. And he’d even used Tim’s first name.

Now if only Dick could get Damian to treat the staff at Gotham Academy with the same sort of politeness. It’d probably mean a lot less frustrated calls from Bruce asking Dick to pick Damian up from school when he or Alfred are busy. And considering Dick gets a call at least once or twice a month, Dick thinks Damian’s probably been wreaking havoc on the place.

In front of Damian, Tim’s eyebrows have basically flown off his forehead. He opens and closes his mouth with wide eyes for a few moments, before he says, “Uh. Yeah. Sure. No problem.”

Damian nods, spinning on his heel and stalking towards a fancy drawing tablet that’s at least fifteen feet away from the awkward turn the conversation has taken.

Tim stares after Damian before turning towards Dick. “We’re not in a simulation, right?”

Dick snorts, curling an arm around Tim and bringing him to Dick’s side. “Nope. Damian’s been trying harder, lately.”

“Wow,” says Tim. “Yeah. He called me by my first name.”

Dick shrugs. “He calls me by my first name.”

Tim pulls a face and mutters, “Yeah, but he likes you. You and Cassandra are the only ones he ever calls by their first names. The rest of us are distanced to surname only.”

“He’s not as bad as you guys make him out to be,” Dick says quietly, smile falling to something more melancholy. “He’s just got a lot of the al Ghul brainwashing still in his head, and it takes time to unlearn that sort of stuff.”

Tim sighs. “I guess.”

“Well,” Dick says, pushing Tim towards Damian, “why don’t you see if you can help Damian pick out the best tablet for what he needs before we head over to the monitors. I’ll go grab the USB hub we were looking at earlier and meet you back here in a minute.”

“Dick,” Tim whines. “Seriously?”

Snickering, Dick shoos Tim towards where Damian had disappeared to. “Go bond with your little brother.”

Tim rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

Dick is still laughing to himself under his breath when he reaches the aisle he needs. Tim and Damian are both such teenagers that Dick sometimes can’t help but mess with them.

“Hi. Can you help me?”

Dick looks up from his perusing, meeting the dark-eyed gaze of a woman he has never seen before. He’d noticed she was there, of course. Bruce would have thrown him into training a hundred times over again if he’d let someone sneak up on him in an electronics store. He just hadn’t thought that she was going to start talking to him.

Still, Dick takes barely a second to recover from his surprise and throws her a small smile as he grabs the correct USB hub. “Hello. I know I look like I know what I’m doing, but I can promise you that I don’t work here.”

“No, I know,” the woman says. She tucks a lock of brunette hair behind her ear. “It’s just, you’re Richard Grayson, right?”

Dick is too good a performer to let his smile slip even an inch, but he instantly puts up his guard. He says, “Guilty as charged.”

The woman smiles, almost looking relieved. She reaches over to touch his shoulder, and Dick tries his best not to stiffen. He’s not sure he succeeds on that front.

Luckily for him–

“Get your hands off my brother, you vile wench!”

Well, Dick isn’t going to try to stop a train that’s already been derailed. Best to leave it and go over the social niceties with Damian later.

The woman’s eyebrows scrunch up in disdain as she turns her head to the beginning of the aisle. “Excuse me?!”

Dick coughs lightly, stepping back and away from the woman just as Tim and Damian both approach. Damian slides in between Dick and the woman, and Tim stays at Dick’s side. Damian looks furious, but Tim just looks sort of concerned.

“I said unhand him,” Damian sneers. “Or are you too incompetent to–”

“Damian,” Dick says, cutting off his little brother’s rant before he can really get going. He can still mitigate some of the damage, even if the train itself is a lost cause. “She’s not even touching me anymore. It’s fine.”

Damian’s green gaze whirls to meet Dick’s bright blue head on. There’s a fury there that Dick doesn’t quite understand. Luckily, after only a few seconds of silent cues, Damian backs off with a scoff.

Tim, on the other hand, completely ignores the woman. “Hey, Dick. We found the tablet that Damian needs. We came to get you so we can grab the monitors and go.”

Dick blinks. “Okay?”

“I…have to go,” the woman says, eyes darting between the three brothers. And before Dick can say anything else, the woman is gone.

Befuddled, Dick looks at his two brothers. “What the heck was that?”

“She’s been watching you from the moment we walked into the store,” Damian huffs, looking slightly more settled now that it’s just the three of them again. “And when Timothy informed me that you’d gone off by yourself, I staged a rescue before she could ensnare you in whatever nefarious plans she had for you.”

“I think she was just trying to hit on me, Dami,” Dick confesses.

“Probably,” Tim says mildly. “Still weird and better safe than sorry, right?”

Damian nods. “Timothy is correct.”

Dick sighs in exasperation. “Right. Sure, okay. If deflecting any sort of romance with strangers is what gets you two to agree, then by all means, continue to sabotage my dating life.”

“You didn’t even want to go out with her,” Tim snorts. “It was written all over your face.”

“Not the point.”

Tim rolls his eyes and starts walking towards the back of the store. “Whatever. Let’s just go get the monitors for the gremlin.”

“I am not a gremlin, Drake!”

Dick grins and shakes his head. Teenagers.

#dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #dc #prompt #camryn writes #dick grayson celebration extravaganza #thanks for the ask!#fandomanddenial

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A Gust of Wind (Vash x Reader), Chapter 3

Vash x Reader, GN! Reader, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn Romance. No real tw’s for this chapter, but see warnings for chapters 1 and 2, and some future chapters. Reader awakens to an unfamiliar world, left alone and struggling with mental health problems from before the crash. Vash emerges as a guiding light for Reader, and vice versa.

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A Gust of Wind

Chapter 3

The following morning woke you with a pounding headache. You supposed that’s just what happens when you spend all day hiking up tall cliffs, under two scorching desert suns, with no food or water.

Wait a minute… Hiking all day? You jumped into an upright position in surprise, regretting your decision slightly as your vision dimmed from the sudden movement. Had you passed out before reaching the cliffs? You could have sworn…

You looked around, severely disoriented. What seemed to be some sort of shallow cave entrance sheltered you just enough from the sun’s harsh rays. You wondered how you got here, but memories of last night’s events soon came flooding back once you noticed the bright red coat you had on.

“Wow, you’re up sooner than I thought you’d be.”

You turned around to see Vash reclined against his bag, munching on a small piece of jerky and holding open a journal. Your journal. The one that was supposed to be tucked away in the bag you’d left back at the cliffs.

“Hey, put that down, Goldilocks!” You scrambled toward him to yank the book out of his hand, but missed as he raised it away from you. “Where’d you even get that?”

“I took the liberty of retrieving your stuff while you were passed out. I came across it last night while getting back up the cliffs. Well, most of it, at least.” He reached behind him to pull your bag forward. It had several tears and a few slimy marks on the side pockets. “Turns out worms really like expired nutrition bars!”

“Gross,” you grimaced, but took the bag from him anyway, digging around for a spare shirt and a water cannister. You put the shirt on and handed the coat back to Vash, who traded you for the jerky in his hand. It looked a bit suspicious, and was giving off a pungent stench. “Um… What is this?”

“It’s good,” said Vash. “Just eat it.”

You nibbled the corner, and deciding that it wasn’t so bad after all, you quickly scarfed down the rest. You felt a hundred times better after washing it down with a long drink from the cannister.

Vash peered at you curiously, clearly holding back a smile. You raised an eyebrow. What was he plotting this time? He offered you another piece, and you took it, deciding to ignore the expression on his face in favor of quelling your growling stomach.

“That’s worm meat, by the way.”

You stopped mid chew and stared at him in disbelief and betrayal, feeling as though your breakfast might rear its ugly head again at any moment. You were half tempted to spit it out, but if you did, it would be that much harder to keep the rest down. And damn it, you were hungry. Instead, you shoved what was left in your mouth and swallowed it as fast as you could. The roller coaster of emotions on your face had Vash clutching his belly with tears in his eyes. Very funny… Funny, funny man…

You took the opportunity to snatch the journal away from him, smacking him over the head with it as you leaned away. You flipped through the pages quickly, stopping occasionally to ensure that nothing had fallen out. Finally, you came to the most important page, but the picture you had tucked away was missing.

“Looking for this?” Vash waved a small photograph in front of you.

“I really mean it this time. Give that back.” You stood up fully and outstretched your hand. To your surprise, he handed it to you without a fuss. His hand lingered over your palm for a second before setting the picture down.

Grateful, you tucked it back into the journal, just barely taking the time to make sure it was undamaged. You laid back down on the ground, journal in hand, and fingers brushing small lines on the corners of the front cover.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a few minutes of silence. You shook your head dismissively.

“And just so you know, I didn’t mean to go through your stuff. It’s just that it was everywhere when I found it. I figured that journal meant a lot to you… so…” he trailed off.

You nodded, eyes shut tight as you clutched the book in your hands. Part of you wanted to open the notebook again, but another part of you was afraid to look the photo in the eyes after what you had done last night.

“Tell me. How long has it been?” You asked. “Since the crash, I mean. I’m sorry if that’s a weird question, but I assume you already know why I’m asking…”

He chewed at the corner of his bottom lip. “About a hundred and fifty years…”

You let out a sharp breath and touched your forehead to the ground. You knew that a long time had passed since you landed on this planet, but a hundred and fifty years?

“Listen, I…” he started, but couldn’t find the right words to finish his sentence. Instead, he came over and sat down beside you, putting his hand on your shoulder with a light squeeze. You both stayed silent for a while.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it just yet,” he said after some time, breaking the silence. “Whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m ready to listen.”

You shifted uncomfortably, sitting up, and crossed your arms with a huff. “What are you, my shrink?”

“Well…” Vash backed away a bit, giving you some space. “Maybe not a shrink. But… more like… a friend?”

You tried to hide a scowl, but failed. You were still angry with him for what he had done yesterday, but at the same time, you couldn’t deny how well-intentioned his actions had been up to this point. Selfless and caring. Sweet, even. Vash wasn’t the one to blame for your problems, so you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty seeing his timid expression as he looked away.

“It’s… It’s not that I…” Sighing, you looked at him apologetically. Despite the strong and friendly disposition he had shown you so far, it was plain to see that he had some turbulence of his own.

You had loneliness in your eyes, huh? Well, maybe he did, too.

Yet, the way he dealt with it could not have been more drastically different. Vash put himself in danger to save others, while you put yourself in danger to save…? You dismissed the bitter thought, realizing that the end to that sentence was rather selfish. Just like your siblings used to say.

Either way, at this rate, you’d both end up dead sooner or later. You didn’t care what kind of superhuman Vash was. His luck would run out eventually, in the same way that your strength had run out on you.

“Maybe you’re the one who needs a friend…” You said, wishing you had conveyed a gentler tone, but finding yourself unable to mask the distinct bitterness in your voice.

Vash pursed his lips and stood up to collect his bag. “I rebandaged your leg last night while you were asleep,” he said. His eagerness to change the topic did not escape your notice. “Can you walk?”

You cocked your head to the side. Was he serious?

“Look, I appreciate you grabbing my stuff and patching up my leg. I really do. But I’m afraid we’re headed in two very different directions.” You said firmly. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Actually, we’re not.” He said, very matter of fact. “While I hate to… uhhh… inconvenience you… You’re coming with me, and that’s that.”

“What, are you going to carry me again?” You rolled your eyes.

“I will if I have to.” He shrugged, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “And for the record, I hope you know that I am much, much stronger than you.”

At this, you eyed him up and down. Sure, you’d seen him in action. You knew he was more beast than man. But still… those legs were looking awfully slender.

“I bet I could kick your kneecaps in.”

Vash laughed and feigned an exaggeratedly hurt look, clutching his hand to his chest. “But if you kick my kneecaps in, who will help Marlene and Georgie find supplies for their town?”

This caught you off guard. You had forgotten all about that. They must have been scavenging for dead worms out near the cliffs to bring back for meat. You furrowed your brows and chewed your nails for a moment.

“The ship!” You stood up excitedly, catching him by surprise. “The ship I came from can’t be too far from here, and it’s got plenty of preserved supplies! Medicine, and those nutrition bars and stuff. Some of it’s gone bad, but a good chunk of it is still okay.”

“Hey! Now we’re talking!” Vash pumped his fists in the air. “Can you show me where this ship is?”

You nodded, wiggling your ankle around to test the pain. It hurt quite a bit, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, glancing worriedly at where some small red spots already marked your fresh bandages. You nodded once again. “Well, if you’re sure, then let’s head back to town first. We can pick up a thomas or two. That’ll cut down the travel time to and from the ship.”

“A what now?” You asked. For a second, a ridiculous image of a sap named Thomas, running around with the two of you on his back, sprung to mind. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Oh, right, you’re probably fresh out of the freezer – I mean – cryochamber.” He mused, scratching his chin. “They’re like… huge, feathery uuuhhh… two-legged creatures? They’re good as transportation and pack animals.”

“The freezer? Really? What am I, a popsicle?”

“I like that idea!” He laughed. “If you get to call me Goldilocks and blondie and… Cattle-egret-looking-ass, was it? Then, I get to call you popsicle.”

You scrunched up your nose and gave him the finger.

“A licorice flavored one, by the looks of that attitude.” He grumbled, hands on his hips.

You flashed him a playful smile and picked up your bag. “Alright, you win pretty boy. Let’s go.”

He blinked in your direction as you stepped outside the cave. “What, so it’s pretty boy now?” He chuckled. You nodded. “Alright then. I can get used to that one, at least.”

#vash x reader #gender neautral reader #gn! reader #trigun #trigun stampede #vash #vash the stampede #trigun fanfiction #vashxreader #x reader #reader insert

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 15

Masterlist

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices…

…But then things changed.

Another day off meant another day staying in pajamas that little bit longer for Delia. Before doing this tour, Delia never appreciated a lay in so much. Sure, she loved this job and she did not think she could go back to small production shows after this experience, but by God, it was tiring too. Still, they were in New York, a city she had always wanted to visit, of course she was going to power through the exhaustion she felt to explore and take advantage of this situation. Delia was soon disrupted from her thoughts by a knock at her hotel door.

"Andy?" Delia is shocked to say the least but soon regains her composure. "Look, if you came here looking for a fuck again, I'm not interested. I'm not about to be one of your little puppets."

"Harsh, but I guess I deserved that." Andy chuckles slightly. "Actually no, I wanted to ask if you had made any plans for today."

"Erm I was just going to go exploring in the city a little bit. Maybe grab a coffee or something." Delia answers truthfully suddenly feeling self conscious about her still being in pajamas.

"Well I was going to ask if you wanted to explore New York with me, I know a few of the hot spots here and I remember you saying it's somewhere you always wanted to visit. I thought I may as well make it worth it for you."

"Oh, erm, yeah sure. Give me half an hour to get ready? I'll meet you down in the lobby?" Delia stutters slightly; at least this one on one time may sort the whole situation out.

"Yeah, yeah, of course." Andy stutters back. "I'll see you there."

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"And here we have the Majestic Theatre home of The Phantom of The Opera." Andy grins stopping himself and Delia in their tracks to admire the beautiful building with the beautiful poster advertising the famous Andrew Lloyd Webber musical.

"Wow, it's so beautiful, I would do anything to see this show live." Delia stares in amazement.

"We could see it today?" Andy smirks slightly.

"What? No way. Besides, the tickets are likely sold out and even if they're not I can't afford that." Delia rambles out of nervousness. She would love to see it but a theatre trip with Andy Biersack was not how she planned on witnessing the show for the first time. Surely this was some form of sick joke.

"Well lucky for you, Miss Vincent, I managed to pull a couple of strings and get us seats in a box." Andy grins. A big part of him was hating the idea of letting her down and breaking her heart, but he knew he had to, he just hoped that seeing their favourite musical together would lighten the blow for the both of them.

"No way! I can't accept this Andy and I would never be able to pay you back for it." Delia panics slightly.

"Honestly D, it's cool, consider it a gift for the great work you've done on this tour." Andy smiles- did he really just call her by her nickname? God, this was harder than he thought.

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"Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Let me lead you from your solitude."

The temptation Andy had to hold Delia's hand during the big love song of the musical was unbearable, nevertheless, he had to remain strict with himself; after all, it was for his own sake and protection. It was ironic in a way, that this was both of their favourite musicals. Andy felt almost like the Phantom in this situation and Delia was his Christine. He did not want to fall for her, but yet he could not help it. Every part of his brain screamed at him to not get close, to not care, to not show emotions; yet his heart was pulling him towards her, almost as if there was an invisible string attaching them both and trying to keep them together.

Looking over at Delia, he felt his heart leap, as if the walls he built had crumbled down for that one moment. Delia looked so at peace as she grinned at the romantic scene in front of her; Delia would never admit it to anyone, but she was a hopeless romantic. She always acted as if she didn't care and she would always use her career as a distraction but, deep down, she always dreamed of the proposal and the beautiful, big, white wedding.

The hopeful grin on Delia's face almost broke Andy, but he knew what he had to do and why he had to do it...

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"So what do you think of it so far?" Andy asks- he had seen this show live a couple of times already but each time it got more and more enchanting.

"Oh my god it's beautiful! The set and the lights and the musical sounding and everything is insane!" Delia nerds out a little bit. "Seeing the story live is also so much more magical and emotional than any DVD. I just know I going to ball during Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again."

"Trust me, that scene very nearly brings tears to my eyes too." Andy laughs nervously "But I'm glad you're enjoying it. I was desperate to see this again whilst in New York so when you said it was your favourite too I thought it only right to bring you with me."

"Well thank you for considering me." Delia smiles, although she could feel her nerves heightening. "Although, I must say I am slightly confused. You've been so cold towards me for most of the tour, sleep with me, go back to being cold and then you're surprising me to a date to see Phantom."

"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way." Andy feels himself snap a little bit from Delia's comment, but he was trying his hardest to not be mean about it. "Look, all I'm saying is it's probably better for the both of us that we don't remain in contact after this tour. Not even as friends, I can't be friends with you."

"What does that mean? You can't be friends with me?" Delia questions.

"I, erm... You know what? It doesn't matter." Andy drops his head slightly before looking back up at Delia. Just then the opening overture to act 2 starts playing which instantly grabs both of their attention back to the stage.

Andy hated every second of that, he hated having to decline Delia when all he wanted to do was give her a chance, but it wasn't worth the risk, was it?

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"Well thank you for today, Andy, it was a really nice day." Delia smiles sincerely as they stand outside of her hotel room.

"You're welcome." Andy smiles back; it was moments like this that made it hard to ignore his heart. Delia just looked so perfect standing there in front of him, even if she was frustrating at times. The want to just kiss her was always pulling at him, it was almost intoxicating.

"Well, erm, I should get going." Delia stutters before opening her door.

"Delia wait." Andy's words come out sooner than he can stop them, which makes Delia turn to look back at him. "I, erm... Fuck it."

Before either of them are able to process any of what they were doing, Andy's lips are pressing against Delia's and Delia did not hesitate to kiss back this time. Neither of them gave a second thought to when Delia's door was slamming behind them and soon they found themselves on Delia's bed.

"You have a condom, right?" Delia asks in between kissing the man she both hated and loved the most.

"Always." Andy replies giving her one more kiss before pulling the safety precaution from his wallet.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great, and would suffice.

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september 10

gabe had told the girl twice now that he doesn't give up, and he is staying true to his word.

if she wanted to play hard to get, he would play her game, even harder than she was.

when he got dressed this morning, he made sure not to wear anything hockey related

distract her mind

make her not think about the fact that you're an athlete who's apparently going to screw her over

although he wasn't. that wasn't his plan in the beginning, and that sure as hell wasn't his plan now.

why would he be trying so hard with her if he was only going to mess it up?

and that is why he kept on trying. he thought if he continued to prove to her he was serious, she would change her mind.

however, it might have to wait, because when he walked into the coffee shop he didn't see her.

he looked around for a moment, his eyes darting every which way, hoping to see her.

he was about to accept that she wasn't there today and leave, when she walked into his eyesight.

she had some sort of iced drink in her hand that she set down on the end of the counter before leaning on it and going on her phone

she seemed to be on break, perfect. no distractions.

taking a breath, he walked up to her.

she was sipping her drink, and her eyes looked up from her phone as she felt a presence approaching, keeping her lips around the straw

she raised her eyebrows, giving gabe a 'really?' look when she saw him

"good timing." she said, releasing the straw from her mouth. "my break ends in 5 minutes."

gabe grinned, "well that's 5 minutes to chat with no customers behind me in line."

"hmm" she hummed, squinting her eyes at him. "you know i'm glad you showed up actually."

gabes heart sped up when she said that

"you are?" he asked, smiling slightly.

"mmhmm," she smiled. "a couple of girls came in yesterday when some of your teammates were sitting at a table over there, and they were freaking out."

she stood up from her leaning position on the counter

"oh my gosh, look who's over there!" she began to mock the girls. "it's the hockey team!" she put her hands on her cheeks, acting shocked.

gabe laughed at her impression

"yeah, this went on for quite a bit. it was pretty entertaining to watch." she said

"but anyways, made me think of you."

gabe grinned

"so now you're thinking about me?" he asked

she nodded her head up and down

"yep, i was about to go over to the girls and let them know i have the PERFECT guy for them!"

gabes grin fell

"oh ha ha" gabe sarcastically said

"yeah, so, next time they come in i'll put a good word in for you, how's that sound?" she asked, smiling

gabe however, was not smiling.

he shakes his head as he says, "no thanks, i'll pass."

the girl quirked her eyebrows up, "wow, you sure? i'd be happy to set you up." she sarcastically says

"i'm sure, no interest in going out with any of them. if you however want to go out then i would be up for that!"

she hums in response, pretending to think for a moment

"nah, i'll let you take one of them out." she starts, grinning at gabe who is blankly staring back at her. "hey, they were pretty!"

"and you're very pretty."

the girl is a bit taken aback at his sudden compliment

she couldn't help but smile, yet she tried so hard to hide it.

"flattering will get you nowhere."

gabes lips tug up slightly

"that's fine, i have more tricks up my sleeve."

the girl rolls her eyes slightly at his response

"i've gotta get back to work.." she says as she slides her phone in her back pocket and picks her drink up

"you didn't say no.." gabe says before she can walk away.

the girl spins on her heel, fully facing gabe.

"okay, no!"

she says that with a huge grin on her face, humor laced in her voice

gabe couldn't help but laugh and shake his head at her response

"guess i'll be trying again."

#princess!gf x gabe perreault #g + m timeline !

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the ring -- motn blurb

ALFRED’S POV

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

a/n: time for another motn oneshot! This is a blurb, set very soon after domesticity--but you don’t need to read that to understand this! This is a short blurb of Alfred’s POV.

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Alfred was making himself a cup of tea, enjoying the calm moments first thing in the morning before Bruce and y/n woke up, when Bruce came barreling into the kitchen.

“Alfred–” he said breathlessly, eyes wild, “--I need your help.”

Alfred immediately but calmly sprang into action. His eyes roamed over Bruce’s form, expecting blood, broken bones, anything of the usual sort that might create such urgency in Bruce’s tone.

“Where are you hurt?” he asked as he blindly followed his ward out of the kitchen, clutching his cane tightly. Instead of going to his bedroom or downstairs to the abandoned station like Alfred expected, Bruce turned abruptly and headed up the main stairs.

“Hurt?” Bruce repeated. He stopped halfway up the stairs and frowned at Alfred. “I’m not hurt, I–” His cheeks turned pink. Alfred missed the days when the boy wore his emotions on his sleeve for everyone to see, when he could read him like a book. Ever since that moment Alfred had blinked and Bruce had become a man without him knowing, he had been much harder to read. Much more closed off. Though Alfred could still read him fairly well, Bruce kept things much more locked within himself than he had as a boy. “I–Need my mother’s ring.”

Alfred stared at Bruce for a full minute without understanding. And then, “You–My boy, you’re proposing?” A wide grin split his face and he limped upwards to clap Bruce on the shoulder. “Wow. Congratulations.”

Bruce frantically hushed him. He grabbed the butler tightly by the upper arm and all but dragged him upstairs.

“Be quiet,” Bruce whispered as they rounded the corner. He glanced around like y/n might pop out at any moment. A strong surge of love for the boy–and for the girl who’d changed their lives–almost knocked Alfred over. Tears pricked his eyes. Bruce was going to propose to her. He wanted to cry. She had brought so much joy and light into their lives, and to see Bruce love her so much he wanted to marry her–it was almost too much for an old man’s heart. Especially when it had been sprung so abruptly on him first thing in the morning.

“Alright, alright,” Alfred said to placate him. “Where have you looked? You know she specifically requested it be left to you, don’t you?” Alfred had no idea what Bruce remembered of those dark days after Thomas and Martha’s deaths. The reading of the will was likely something the boy had no memory of. But Martha–sweet, thoughtful Martha–had made sure to include this very particular stipulation in the couple’s will. Her ring was to go to Bruce, to give to a girl of his choosing someday. Whether as an engagement ring or otherwise.

Bruce blinked. An emotion flitted across his face too quickly for Alfred to decipher. “Really?” he finally said, voice cracking ever so slightly on the single word.

Alfred softened further. “She was very thoughtful, your mother,” he said softly. “She wanted you to give it to a girl someday, whether or not it was as an engagement ring or not.”

Bruce looked away. “I–I have no idea where it would be. I looked in the study and in her old office, but–”

“It should be on her vanity, with the rest of her jewelry. Shall I get it for you?” Alfred knew Bruce hadn’t been in that room in years. He’d even padlocked it when y/n had started working for him so she wouldn’t go in. He didn’t want Bruce to have to go through the pain the memories of that room would bring during such a happy moment.

Bruce swallowed hard and nodded wordlessly. “Please.”

It took Alfred only a moment. He unlocked the chain, stepped inside the dusty room, the scents of its owners long gone, and had to pause for a moment.

“You would love her,” he murmured to the ghosts of Thomas and Martha, in case they were listening, wherever they were. “She’s fierce, and loyal, and generous. Just like our boy. She’s really–really changed him for the better already.” Alfred sniffed and hurried over to Martha's vanity before the emotions could undo him. He picked up the ring and grinned at it, suddenly feeling like an eager schoolboy again.

Bruce was going to get married.

As he locked the room back up and went back to his charge, he couldn’t help the giddy feeling spreading through him. There had been a time he thought Bruce would never come out of his shell, let alone meet someone. But then life had other plans for the boy. Alfred had loved her immediately, and he was fairly certain Bruce had, too.

Married. He chuckled to himself, ring clutched tightly in the hand not holding his cane, and went to calm Bruce down about the impending proposal. The boy was a notorious overthinker, and this would be no different. Of that Alfred was sure.

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ohoho a new Ikepri writer! pleased to meet you~

i would be so excited if you did something with Sariel or Keith. they’re the most interesting to me and make for such interesting scenarios

sooo what about some fluff? esp Sariel or Alter!Keith learning how to be soft just makes my heart melt. what do you think?

ive never written for either of them, but after reading some of the evetns for Keith, I had to choose him! hes so... very yes. something about him. i finished sariel's romantic route - but he didnt spark intense joy like keith's side stories did, so i chose him!

disclaimer, i haven't read his route since its not in english, so i really hope i didnt just like. blatenly miss his characterization. i love him!

Naturally Rough (~4k words, explicit)

You sat in a sun brightened bay window, reading in the comfortable silence. Life in Jade wasn't necessarily easier than your home, but being betrothed to first prince Keith certainly made it easier to adapt. The prince in question was currently running about the palace doing his regular royal duties. It was harder on him considering he was the only one in line for the throne. It made your heart ache that you couldn't help him like you were able to back home.

Keith was insistent that you not trouble yourself before the two of you were to be wed. The Jadean customs were largely different to the ones you had grown up around. You didn't want to fight with him about it, but made him promise that he would explain everything to you in time. You had every intention of holding him to it as well. But it was cute to see him flitting about like a hummingbird. Every moment you spent together was precious and treasured.

Letting your book close, you watched as the sun finally sunk behind the horizon. Soon it would be time for dinner, and you cheerfully headed towards your and your prince's shared room. The servants would bring something by, and then you'd have a lovely evening and fall asleep together. Or, that was what you were betting on, but as you walked into your room, you saw your beloved already waiting for you, dinner covered in stainless steel dishes.

"Oh! You're already here. Did you finish early today?" Your tone was cheerful, but you could feel a sort of foreboding within you. You couldn't tell by looking at him initially, but it never took long to be able to distinguish which Keith you were dealing with. Your lovely prince smiled, a calm look in his eyes.

"I did. I had asked the cooks to prepare something for us to share as soon as they were able. I wanted to surprise you. Tell me, did it work?" He was moving across the room, pulling a chair out for you at the small intimate table you had, "Please, sit with me."

Your gaze was steady as you calmly took a seat, letting him push your chair in. Before going to his own, he leaned down, and kissed you softly on the head. Hand lingering and brushing your shoulder, he took a seat and lifted the domes on the food. Your mouth watered at the amazing smells, the plating immaculate.

"Wow, look at it! Oh my goodness, it smells divine!" You forgot your train of thought for a moment, lost in the sauce of such a delicious meal. Your eyes met those of your prince who was watching you carefully, something heated pooling in his golden gaze. "Thank you for doing this for me, I'm so grateful to be able to share this with you." No matter which version of Keith was with you, you meant what you said.

Reaching forward and happily munching on dinner, your pleasantly flushed face brought warmth to Keith's heart. He adored watching you, no matter what it was you were doing. He was satisfied to be the one in control, the one who got to spend this time with you. First, he would make sure you were full and happy, and then he would take his time with you.

He was irritated lately at his shy and timid counterpart. Being forced to watch as he barely touched you, how he refused to give you what you so obviously and deeply desired, was starting to wear on his nerves greatly. Tonight he would take his time with you, showing you the love you deserved to have. He would cover you in love bites and bruises, wear you out until you slept like a rock. Then he'll let his weaker self see how you loved to be ravished.

Keeping his thoughts off his face, he calmly ate with you, listening to you prattle on about the newest Jadean book you were reading. He'd have to write down some more titles for a servant to go and collect for him. He hated to admit it, but even he enjoyed it when you read to him at night time, his head in your lap, one hand in his hair and the other turning the pages.

When your voice trailed off, he steadfastly kept his eyes on his plate, eating properly. He knew this would either oust him immediately, or could keep his charade going just a bit longer. However, it seemed lady luck wasn't on his side tonight. "I know it's you." Your voice was amused, and as he finally met your gaze again, he saw you were smiling.

With a smirk, he licked his lips, "What gave it away?" He was sure it could have been a number of things. Not even his personal attendant, who had been with him since his youth, could tell the difference so rapidly - if at all.

"You know I can always tell. Why would I give away my secrets?" You ate contentedly, not a care in the world. He loved that about you. How no matter which version of him he was, you were always so calm and collected. Many in the Jadean court avoided spending time alone with him. Even with his status as first and only prince of Jade, he didn't have many suitors. Yes, multiple noblemen sent their daughters to wed him but not one could stand to meet his eye.

You on the other hand... You met his gaze and rose to every challenge he gave you. No matter how aggressive he was with you, how confused his other half was after the fact. You always faced him head on. In the beginning of your relationship, he quite simply wanted to break you. He knew his kind alter was infatuated with you, but he wasn't about to stand around and let him court a woman who wouldn't be able to handle them both. But with you that wasn't an issue, you stayed curious, figured out many details for yourself, and never shied away completely.

You always came back. When it came down to it, that was the reason both his halves fell in love with you. You stood by him, going with him no matter what direction his psyche was being pulled to, and you welcomed him home with open arms and heart. "Keith... Hey, Keith? Are you alright?" Your voice brought him back to reality, realizing he had been staring at you for an extended duration of time.

Huffing slightly, "Don't call me by his name." You merely smiled, finishing your food and sitting back as he ate as well. His ears were tipped pink as he watched you watch him. He knew you weren't being judgmental, or planning some sort of elaborate scheme. He had asked you once why you were always watching him, were you afraid, were you uncomfortable, were you threatened? But all you had done was laugh. And through your laughter, you had complimented him to heaven and back. Remarking how handsome he was, how wonderful he looked in the sunlight, his face as he worked, his focused gaze as he read.

He didn't think he'd handle it back then, his timid self becoming so overwhelmed that it had been easier than ever to take control. He had teased you a bit mercilessly after that, but nothing he did seemed to sway your opinion. Even after the rough treatment, you had held his head to your flushed chest, stroking his sweaty hair, and whispering every sweet thought you had about him. He had never slept more peacefully and comforted than that night, both halves content and loved.

Finishing his meal, Keith sat back, mirroring your position and matching your dreamy stare with his intense one. "So, what did you have in store for us now? I don't suppose you'd be easily pleased with dinner?" Your words had him smirking. He knew he was the more intense of the two Keiths, and you knew it as well considering how he had thoroughly pounded it into you. Licking his lips, he stood, offering his hand to you in such a regal way, you almost thought it was your kind Keith reaching out for you.

But you knew better than to become lost in your blurred perception of him, his wicked alter was always quick to take advantage of your moment of weakness. And whenever that happened... You always woke up sore, marked up, and a sweet prince at your side apologizing profusely, also worn out.

Tugging you up out of the chair easily, you squealed as he held you to his firm chest. "How about we take a nice bath? You seem like you need to relax." Blinking, you peered up at him. Did you seem tired? You wouldn't pass up a bath, however. It would be the first time you two would share a tub, though.

You tried to hide your grin against his clothes, wiggling in his hold slightly. "I'd love a bath! Will you be a dear and rub my back and everything?" Trying to look up at him with wide eyes, you pleaded with him. You were worried about getting water everywhere if he were to get too frisky, but if your love wanted to get dirty in the tub, you'd be hard pressed to do anything to stop him.

He didn't answer, instead leading you to the en suite. The tub was pleasantly large, big enough to fit the both of you comfortably, as if you didn't want to be directly on top of each other. You couldn't help but giggle as he closed the door, turning the water one and letting it warm up and fill the tub. He turned to you with an unreadable expression. You couldn't tell if he was excited, or energized by your attitude, but he didn't waste a moment in stripping you down.

Keith's more wicked alter wasn't usually one for romance, but he always paid attention to you. It was as if he was leaving your loved up body for his other half to find, as if it were a competition. And you knew this version of him refused to ever lose, no matter what it was or what the stakes were. You moaned happily as his lips finally met yours, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth. His hands found the backs of your thighs and hefted you up on the countertop.

Breaking apart for just a moment, he stripped his top half off, chest exposed. He encouraged you to leave as many marks on him as he did on you, and in the heat of the moment, you could never deny him, leaving your own signs of possession on his body. Kissing you once again, Keith ravaged your mouth, hand slipping between your thighs to tease you. Letting you tilt your head back, he bit and licked your neck as he traced your soft skin. Whining against him, your hand went to grab at his wrist, only for his other to capture yours. In his large calloused hand, you felt small as could be.

Leaving you with a few scattered bites, and not a single touch to your heated slit, he turned around and shut off the water faucet. Coming back to collect you, he set you down in the tub and stepped back. Grinning and winking at you, he let his pants loosen up, slowly sliding down his hips before pooling at his ankles. You watched closely, licking your lips as you settled against the edge of the tub. Next were his boxer briefs, rolling them down his toned legs, shaft released and sitting against his thighs as he let them pool to his ankles as well.

You hummed in delight, eyes raking up his body as you openly leered at him. Your wanton gaze had him smirking as he sauntered to where you sat happily. "Like what you see?" You giggled as you made room for him behind you, nodding at his question before snuggling up against chest as he settled in. "Don't worry, you'll get to have me all to yourself very soon."

His husky words in your ear had you moaning once more. His hands trailed around your body, petting and rubbing softly. A part of you was confused at his soft treatment, usually he would be lifting you up and dropping you down onto his cock by now. Not that you minded the relaxing movements, melting into his chest and sighing contentedly.

You lifted your arms up out of the hot water, looping them around his neck as you leaned back and kissed him once again. This time, you were the one to slip inside his mouth, and surprisingly, he let you. Emboldened by his unusually lax demeanor, you turned in his grip, laying against him so that your bodies were pressed together. Breaking away, you panted in the steam of the bathroom. You were torn on whether to ask or to simply not look a gift horse in the mouth.

However, as Keith let your hands wander his body, ghosting over his shaft, and biting his neck - you couldn't help yourself. "You're being so... tame right now. To what do I owe this pleasure?" You accententuated your question with a smooch, kissing his lips and cheeks and forehead softly. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you nuzzled his nose, "Not that I mind, of course. I'm loving such a domesticated intimacy with you. We never really get to just spend time together, you know?" Your adoring gaze almost made him look away from you.

Never had he imagined someone would look at him like this, knowing who he was and what he was capable of. "Is there something wrong with indulging with you? Surely something like this would have you head over heels in love with me."

You laughed, moving your legs to straddle him beneath the water. "I'm already madly in love with you, both sides of you. You don't have to do anything else to win me over, you know." Your earnest words had his blood running hot, suddenly thankful for the heated water and air so that you wouldn't be able to tell so easily.

"Then you wouldn't mind describing every single thing you love about me, would you? Maybe you can even tell me exactly what you want me to do to you." His words were a challenge, but with how docile and soft he was in your arms, you couldn't bring yourself to feel a crumb of embarrassment like he was expecting you to.

"Don't mind if I do. However, you'll have to forgive me for not being able to do everything I want since we're in the bath." You grabbed his hands as he tried to lift you up and out, laughing excitedly, "Hey! No, we're staying here! I'll save all that for next time," You kissed him softly, licking his lips, "In all the detail you want." He grinned against your mouth, kissing you and pressing his tongue into your mouth.

"I'll hold you to that. And you won't get away until you satisfy me, got that?" He bit your lower lip, eyes lidded and watching you closely. Letting you go, his hands squeezed your thighs before resting on top of them. "So, where do you want to start?"

Your forehead met his as your gaze turned soft and loving. “I want you to make love to me.” He blinked owlishly before grinning, tilting his head and kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Whatever you want.” His lips were across your neck and chest, kissing and biting as you brushed your hands through his hair. Sighing softly as he brought his mouth to your nipple, you arched into him, rubbing your heat against his shaft. “If you’re going to be a tease,” Keith moved to your other nipple, “I’m not going to hold back.”

You laughed softly before moaning, “Won’t you entertain me just this once?” Your hips began a soft rhythm, rubbing against him as you held his face to your chest. Growling against you, his hands squeezed your thighs again and bit you a bit roughly, but he didn’t move to lift you onto him yet.

Whining and wiggling in his grasp, he left a few more harsh bites against your chest, making sure they would stay there. “Keith~” Lifting his head, he pressed his lips to your mouth, tongue pushing in easily.

“Don’t call me that.” His words were husky as he littered you with kisses, hands moving the hold the sides of your thighs. “Fuck, I can’t do this.” Whispering harshly against your mouth, he lifted you up and waited for you to grasp his cock so he could sink into you.

You couldn’t help but giggle, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and the other ghosting over his shaft. You stared into his golden eyes, watching as he became more and more frustrated. “If you keep this up, you’re getting tied to the bed. Your only hope will be him letting you go.” You shuddered at his words, tone hot and heavy and demanding.

Holding him still, you pressed his tip against your heated cunt, sighing as he let you sink down onto him slowly. Basking in the euphoria of him filling you slowly, you let your weight rest on your knees as his hands slid back to hold your ass firmly.

Moaning hotly, you let your head fall back, “So big~” Your words had his nails biting your plump skin, a deep groan resounding from the back of his throat. “Mmmmm, I love when you’re so deep inside me, feels like you were made for me.” You held his gaze, licking your lips and lifting yourself up every so slightly, sinking back down onto him.

Grunting, he held you tight, but didn’t move to control your rhythm. “Ha~ More like you were made for me. What’s it like being entwined with two men? You must, ah- must feel sore constantly.” His words were strained, feeling how tight you were around him with little prep. He knew deep down there was a seed of doubt that would take a long time to go away, terrified that you’d turn and leave because the two of them being within one body would become too much.

However, with every test and trial he threw your way, much to his kinder alter’s fury, you never left. You welcomed them both with open arms and open legs. He groaned as you lifted again, impossibly tight around him. He knew you were adjusting to his size, he wasn’t a small man by any means, large in every way.

Usually he would take you hard and fast. Pound into you until you were sobbing and trying to pull away, but this was something new entirely. He had never been so slow with you, letting you take the lead. His weaker self would always let you lead, if not turning you down sometimes out of panic, but he would never. Well, at least he thought. Here he was, letting you ride him in the bath, arms around his neck and staring into his eyes with such love he thought he might burst into flames.

Soft panting filled his ears as you lifted up just to sink back down onto him. Small waves rose around you both and he knew there would be quite the mess for the servants to clean up once you were done. However, he couldn’t bring himself to care as he began to guide you. Lifting you a little higher and pulling you down a little harder.

He watched as your eyes fluttered, head moving back before curling forward, hot breath panting in his face. Licking his lips, he caught yours in a heated kiss. Tongue exploring your mouth, petting yours, tracing your teeth, and he moved you faster. “Ah! Hahh~ So good, you feel so good!” Your tone was wanton and sultry, spurring him on harder. “Ahh! Yes! Don’t stop! Ahh~!”

The water splashed around the both of you, your cries echoing off the tile walls and surrounding him. “This is what you wanted? Ah- For me to take you, fuck! Hard and fast like this? You’re a little minx, naughty, wanting your prince to fuck you in the bath.” His words were sharp, your cunt squeezing him perfectly as he groaned deeply.

You wrapped your arms around him tighter, pressing your chest to his as you bounced in his lap, watching him closely as you grinned. “Yes! Yes, it's what I want, I love you- ahh! Love you! You’re so perfect, so good for me! Ahh~!” Your words had him blushing, thankful for the heat of the moment and the bathroom, he didn’t want you to know how much you affected him.

His cock throbbed deep inside you, and you couldn’t help but giggle, “Feels so- ah! So good! Don’t stop, please! Fuck!” Your cursing had him grinning, harsh golden eyes never leaving your face as he bit your bottom lip quickly.

“Such a dirty mouth, maybe I should have you suck me off until you learn to be a little more- ah! P-Proper. Can’t have you ruin my reputation as future king, now c-can I?” His words were intense, his climax rapidly approaching. He knew you weren’t close, even with how well he was pounding your sweet little cunt, he knew it wasn’t enough for you.

“Gonna take all my cum, aren’t you? Such a slut, bouncing on my cock and begging me to pump you full.” You moaned at his words, clenching tightly around him. You only hoped once he finished that he’d help you get off as well. It wasn’t unheard of for him to edge you until you were begging for him to make you orgasm, all while being covered in his cum.

“Ahh! Yes- ah! Fill me up, please! Wanna be full of you, want it leaking out, ahh!~” Your head fell back as he lifted you up quickly, just to pull you harshly back down on his shaft. “Keith! Ahh~ please! Please cum for me!”

He flushed at your words, unbothered by you calling him by his name. Panting hard, he kissed you repeatedly, breaking away to pant across your cheeks. “Fuck- Fuck! Take it all, be good and take it.” Bring your hips down, pressed flush against his, he moaned sharply as he blew his load inside your tight cunt.

Listening to you moan loudly, he rocked you forward against him, letting your fluttering cunt squeeze and grip him. Tilting his head back, he basked in the feeling of you around him, your chest pressed to his, and your hands rubbing his shoulders and chest. You hummed contentedly, grinding against him as his hands fell to either side of him in the water.

You leaned forward, kissing his neck before sliding lower to his shoulders, biting and sucking harsh marks against his pale skin. Taking a moment to recover and rest his burning arms, he let you scatter marks all over him, your heat surrounding him completely.

You sang his name to him, “Keith~” Again and again you called out to him, hands massaging him, playing with his nipples, and mouth leaving butterfly kisses everywhere you could reach.

Recovering enough, he leaned back forward, kissing you softly. You hummed pulling away and watching him closely before smiling. “Are you up for another round, my love?” Scoffing, he smirked and squeezed your hips.

“You’ll regret asking me that.” You squealed as he lifted you off of him, sitting you next to him as he reached out and grabbed your soaps. “Might as well clean you up a little before I ruin you.” Smiling contentedly, you let him rub you down, massaging your thighs and kissing the top of your head.

You hoped that his soft treatment would continue to the bedroom, but you certainly wouldn’t be upset if it didn’t. You were in love with every facet of your prince, every side of him, and wouldn’t ever change a single thing about him.

#keith howell x reader #ikepri #keith howell ikepri #keith howell #ikemen prince #can you tell i suck at ending shit

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zahri-melitor · 7 months

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Okay so I'm now 4 volumes into Gail Simone's Batgirl, and hmmmm, I really want to talk about issues #17-26.

Now look this is still quite depressing Barbara. I'm still frustrated at some of the changes, but I think Simone finally managed to pull the strings together more coherently here?

Like, I do not care about James Gordon Jr. Wow do I not find him a compelling villain. I also, just quietly, think he loses something in the potential depths of his character by the "everyone is one biological family" Gordon retcon for New 52, because I think there's a compelling additional layer available in the baby sociopath being the biological child of Jim and Barbara Eileen, while Barbara is the adopted daughter/niece, and the levels of awareness of different family members over how James Jr reacted to Barbara's arrival and his jealousy of her, that I think actually did get teased out somewhat in The Black Mirror and are now are no longer here.

Barbara Eileen here also continues to have almost no personality or motivations, but that's par for course for Barbara Eileen. Always a cipher.

I do find the contrasts set up by this third version of Ventriloquist and her brother with Barbara and James Jnr to be interesting, with the mirroring of which sibling is jealous of the other, and in their sociopath way has turned their sibling into a puppet of their desires. I actually find it more interesting in terms of the fact Ventriloquist is used for this, because the second Ventriloquist, Peyton Riley, sort of achieves the same reflection on the surrounding narrative in Dini's 'Tec run, only in that one Peyton is reflected in Dini's exploration of the upper echelons of Gotham society and its mob connections. It's just interesting to see a character type used twice in fairly close succession simply as a mirror like this.

The story however, and particularly certain elements of it, made me smile quite a bit, as Simone was reaching back into both the classic Bat storytelling set ups and themes she's used before, so I was enjoying the narrative echoes to preboot she had sprinkled through this.

I actually ended up enjoying the Barbara/Ricky Gutierrez storyline, even if it was set up for pathos. It felt like a rerun of Helena/Josh from Birds of Prey, in that Barbara started the dates because she felt sorry for Ricky, but it was interesting in that Babs did indeed reflect on both of their disabilities through the relationship, and I thought they were cute together. Completely set Jim up for the angst moments though.

Then there's the cowl revelations. I'm still very unsure if I like Barbara just outright telling Barbara Eileen about being Batgirl, while having such a harder time telling Jim. Jim's totally repressing and lying to himself over the whole situation (which is classic Jim Gordon re costumes) but it's weird having the two of them back in 'absolutely don't know' land rather than it being an unspoken secret that Jim's fully aware of. I did like that Simone pulled the "Barbara removes her cowl as Jim turns his back" move though. Babs is the primary character after Bruce who should be allowed that motif (plus maybe Dick), because it's about the layers of trust and belief.

Bruce reaching out to Jim about losing a son was also..huuurgh. Amazingly timed as Jim was newly aware of the loss, and it was interesting to see this framed via Damian's death for once, rather than Jason's. The Requiem issue was really well tied into actual plot around James fucking Jr, and Jim calling Barbara to tell her, and the way that blurs the lines, and then Babs calling Dick and Dick not wanting to talk, followed by Dick calling Babs after James Jr falls and Babs not wanting to talk... it reminded me very much of their simultaneous "I'm sorry for the breakup" phonecalls from preboot.

Also Jim taking Babs down to the gun range at GCPD and making sure she could still shoot, and Babs' trauma around that, and the way it's couched so neither of them are quite sure what the other knows, and exactly why Jim feels he needs to know Barbara can defend herself...

Anyway. It's all still very dark and angsty, but in a chewy way, the villains were less groanworthy than Knightfall was, and I finally feel like Simone's hit her stride in this new universe, and in how to layer in storytelling that's referential back to older comics while those references not being needed to understand what's going on.

#z canon read throughs #barbara gordon #oh new 52

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archives-of-camelot · 3 months

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Dress Up

Characters: Eli, Evelin (@nimue-hidden-lake)

Series: Evelin Anniversary

Ok so wow, I wasn't able to get yesterday's prompt done in time, so here it is. Today's prompt will be done later.

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Eli slowly worked tirelessly to finish the remainder of his secret project. It was something that was in the works for months now, and now the end was finally in sight. He'd always adored outfits and costumes since he was a child, but never did he think he'd make one himself. But things were different now.

Months of slow sure progress, one step every few weeks where possible. All that was left were the finishing touches. His mother's teachings had come full circle with each seam and hem.

It was far from easy, and there were moments he had to redo or restart completely, but the final result would be worth it.

After finishing one final step, he took a step back, and held up his reference...one of Evelin's books. He had made a costume of one of her favorite characters, from one of her favorite books.

The outfit was complete. A bodysuit decorated with shiny stitching to simulate chainmail, with a chestplate and pauldrons made from painted and polished cardboard. He'd bought a pair of leather boots, and covered the tops of the feet with the same cardboard technique, and the leggings also shared this with the knee guards. The armor was painted with silver, and was hardened with a few layers of what appeared to be resin to reinforce it and give it a shiny appearance. And lastly, a long blue scarf, almost long enough to be a sort of cape. The set was complete, even if some of his methods were unconventional for cosplay and costume standards.

All that was left was to actually put it on...which proved much harder than he thought. It was a costume yes, but...he never put much thought into how he'd actually put it on.

Nonetheless he tried. The bodysuit, then the leggings before the boots. Then the chestplate, knee guards, pauldrons, and gauntlets.

He then swung the scarf over and around his neck, and the finishing touch...the cat ears, which he still possessed from the day prior.

"Wow...could be better but...not bad..." he said as he looked himself in the mirror. "I just hope she thinks so too..."

. . . Later . . .

Evelin stepped in the door, returning from a reading session at a café. She was never much for interaction, but it was perfect atmosphere for reading. She had offered Eli to join her, but he declined. Citing he had 'something to do'. She found herself wondering what he was up to. The last few weeks he'd said this off and on.

As she finished that thought she heard a noise come from upstairs.

"What's he doing now?" she asked herself as she went to investigate.

There was no reason to be worried. Even if someone had broken in, she was confident he could handle himself. She'd seen it herself after all. So it had to have been whatever it was he was working on.

She opened the door top his room, and saw her partner struggling with some kind of getup. Reaching behind and around his body, in some attempt to try and take it off it would seem.

He would struggle for a moment or two longer before incidentally turning around, and locking eyes with her.

"U-Um...you weren't supposed to find out like this..." he smirked awkwardly. "Uh...surprise?"

Evelin didn't answer. Her eyes were wide as she came to realize who he was dressed as. The main character from her books. Tales of the Neko Warrior.

He was Aoki.

"I uh...hope it's not too bad for a first time" he laughed nervously.

"Not at all. It's perfect" she said with a nod.

He embodied Aoki so well. In speech, body language, and mannerisms. He was Aoki. As if he arose straight from the pages.

"Now I resemble your favorite person, eh?" he joked.

Evelin seemed confused at this comment and tilted her head.

"Favorite person...?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, you have his merchandise, you buy all his books, and you were even excited when it was announced the books were getting adapted into an anime this coming summer"

She now understood what he meant.

"Ah, no. While I do love the books, and Aoki's character...there's a specific reason for that" she said picking up one of said books from the dresser.

"I...uh...ya lost me..." Eli replied, confused.

"He reminds me of you" she held up a panel from the book, which showed a familiar type of scenario. Then the page after that...and the page after that. All reminiscent of Eli's behaviors and rational.

"I-I...y-you sure?"

She nodded, closing the book.

"Heh...well...I guess I spent all these weeks for nothing huh?" he said with a halfhearted grin.

"I didn't say that. It's very well made" she said with small smile as she hugged him. "But the real thing is better"

Eli felt his heart skip a beat or two as he returned the hug. It was a strange feeling. But...to hear he meant that much...it struck a deep cord with him. He didn't need to be an accomplished warrior, or posses a magical blade blessed by the moon's rays. He was Eli, and that was more than enough.

For awhile they sat there until-

"Not to ruin the moment or anything but...th-this is kinda stuffy...and I...can't take it off..." he smirked awkwardly.

Evelin chuckled as she helped him slowly remove each piece.

"H-Hey, uh...you really meant what you said...?"

"Of course Eli...or should I say...Ao-ki"

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Ma'am please i beg of you i need Douglas vanhellsing smut im my life its 2 am im high as fuck and i just finished animal room thank you for this blessing it was so horny for no good reson and i love it

Say no more! I got you! 🥵

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️

This story contains noncon, bullying, strong language, mentions of self harm, and more. Reading discretion is highly advised!

*** DARK CONTENT ***

*** 18+ MINORS DNI ***

"I'm truly troubled by you Y/N... You just don't seem to wanna be my friend...." Doug growled in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pinning yours to your sides in an effort to keep you from fighting. No matter how hard you wriggled against him, he was much stronger than you, and all efforts to escape availed you nothing. "What's wrong? I thought you were into this sort of thing? Hm?" Doug continued to taunt as he squeezed his arms around you with more force causing your breath to hitch in pain. "What the hell are you talking about?? Let me go asshole!" Y/N replied angrily. Doug chuckled to himself at your sudden outburst. " Yesterday.... Didn't you lose something? Something you write all your dirty little secrets in?" Doug whispered in your ear.

A shiver of fear ran through you as you realized what he was talking about. You had misplaced your journal, and were hoping it would pop up in one of your regular hiding places in your room. Doug noticed your face go white and smirked to himself looking down at your pale and terrified face. "Guess who found it Y/N....." He growled, his voice filled with sadistic pleasure as he saw how humiliated you were that he had likely read through it, and was now about to use every last detail against you. "Please let me go Doug..." You whimper going limp in his arms feeling utterly defeated.

Without saying a word, Doug spun you around and pinned you between the wall and himself, one of this hand wrapped around your wrists that he had pressed against the wall above your head. "You cock sucking little weasel. You're mine. The things I'm gonna do to you.... So much fun!" He said as he used his free hand to grab you by the chin and force you to look him in the eyes. The terror you felt in that very moment was almost euphoric, and your body tingled as a surge of adrenaline coursed through your veins. You know what was written in that black journal, and what he may or may not do to you. Nevertheless, you couldn't muster a single word in this moment. Your mouth dry and metallic in taste from fear and adrenaline, body trembling and weak, which he promptly noticed.

He slowly lowered your arms, his shark like gaze never breaking from yours, and his hand still firmly grasping your wrists, now in front of you. "I know about your little secret. How fear... Gets you off. You're one sick little bitch you know that?" He teased. Before you had an opportunity to respond to his comment, Doug spun you back into him hard, your arm wrenched up behind your back, face pressed against the cold tile of the bathroom wall. "D-Doug... Please stop..." Your voice reduced to nothing more than a breathy whimper. This seemed to please Doug, and he pressed himself into you harder, forcing one of his legs up in between yours, kicking your feet apart. Your eyes widened as he did this, a sick anticipation filling your core. Part of you wanted this more than you would ever admit, especially to Doug himself, but you were sure he knew you did just by your breathy little voice and trembling body.

Before you had the chance to process and accept whatever horrible fate lie before you at the hands of this psychopath, you felt the tips of his fingers creep up your inner thigh, and you froze. "What's wrong Y/N? Don't want your little boyfriend to find out what a whore you are?" He growled as he ran his tongue along your trap and up the side of your neck, his fingers working their way further up your skirt until he they slide inside your soaked panties. "Wow, you're so wet... Pathetic." He taunted, your face now red from humiliation.

There was no time to protest as Doug shoved two of his long fingers deep inside your aching cunt, driving them in and out of you vigorously. He wanted you to break. You couldn't hold it back any longer, and you allowed yourself to moan in pleasure as he invaded the very center of you. You felt your body tense up as your orgasm builds in your core, legs shaking, and on the verge of passing out from pleasure and fear. "You want to see the look in your boyfriend's eyes as I make you cum?" He asked mockingly. This was enough to send you over the edge and your pussy clenched around his fingers as you covered his hand in your juices. "Fuck D-Doug!" You cry out, unable to control yourself in the heat of the moment. You could feel his lips curl into a smirk before he sank his teeth into your neck, marking you.

Doug removed his fingers from you agonizingly slow and let go of you, your limp body falling to the floor in exhaustion. He looked down at you, and lifted your head to look him in the eye, as he took his cum soaked fingers and ran them along your lips, forcing you to suck them clean. As you looked up at him, he ran his thumb across the bite mark he had left on your neck and smirked. "I own you now... And I'm nowhere near done with you get." I he said before walking away, leaving you in the bathroom a trembling mess.

AN ~ I apologize for this taking so long to publish, and I really hope you enjoy it! ☺️

#tw. dark content #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #smut writing #matthew lillard #90s icons #vintage 90s #90s movies #spicy content #minors do not interact #minors dni

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