#a tag so I don't lose these WHEEZE
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HI. You can choose whichever of the two (Fred or George, George or Fred, Gred and Forge) or you can do for both of them. I read your prompt list and two of them caught my eye. “First one who makes a noise loses” and “Let’s make a baby.” I anticipate as what you have in mind, you can choose one or both if needed..!
Thank you for your request, lovely! This is my first smut fic.😬I hope you enjoy it!
Oh, So Quiet
18+ only
George Weasley x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, George tries to be a teasing jerk, fails miserably.
~•~
Y/N grinned. She knew that look, and the fact that, seconds later, George grabbed her hand and pulled her upstairs and into the back of the warehouse proved it.
"You know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" He growled, pressing her against the little corner table.
"Whatever do you mean?" She titled her head, eyes widened.
"You know I can't resist you in that skirt," he moved his hands down her hips and began pushing it up.
Y/N licked her lips, admiring the growing bulge inside his pants. "Oh my, is this that skirt?"
George cocked an eyebrow as he slid his hand between her legs and damn near came then and there when he realized she had a little surprise waiting for him. "No panties?"
"Dear me," she gasped in mock surprise. "I knew there was something I was forgetting this morning."
He pressed her tightly to him grinding his still clothed erection against her exposed pussy. A soft moan fell from her lips, and she reached down to unbutton his pants. But he stopped her mid-movement, trapping both of her hands in one of his. Two can play at this game.
"First one who makes a noise, loses," he mummered in her ear, grinning and absolutely confident that he'd win this little wager.
Y/N smiled and hopped onto the table, spreading herself wide. "You're on."
~•~
It took every ounce of willpower George had to keep himself quiet. He'd never realized how much noise he actually made during sex until he could no longer make a sound. And yet, even as he angled himself to hit the spot that turned his wife into a quivering, moaning mess, he couldn't pull even the tiniest whimper from her open mouth.
George bit down hard on his lip, watching as his cock disappeared over and over inside Y/N's pulsing heat. He sped up his pace, knowing they only had a few minutes before Verity or one of the other employees came looking for them. He instinctively turned to look behind them, just as Y/N clenched around him, snapping his attention back to her.
Her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and lips drawn tightly together as her orgasm crashed over her. It was more than he could take, and he exploded inside her, unable to stop the guttural moan that escaped his lips.
"Fuck," he chuckled, letting his head fall forward to rest on her shoulder, his hips pumping lazily, riding out the last of their highs.
"I win," she panted, her cheekiness evident even through her breathlessness.
"Indeed you did," he grinned, shifting a little so he could look at her. But much to their disappointment, they didn't have time to bask in the afterglow.
"Mr. Weasley? Mrs. Weasley?" Simon's squeeky voice drifted through the warehouse.
George sighed and pulled out with a soft groan, then quickly got himself in order. "I'll take care of this while you get presentable again," he said, giving her a quick kiss before sprinting around the corner.
~•~
*if you don't want to be tagged in future smut, please let me know!
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#george weasley#george weasley x reader#george weasley x y/n#george weasley x fem!reader#george weasley x you#george weasley smut
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Bloopers
So I decided to make a bloopers to celebrate 300 followers :)
I thought and was like why would I choose one fic to write bloopers about so I am gonna write all my Bullfrog and Rayman fic’s bloopers (But because there is a lot published I can’t do a lot for one fic)
Lemme write for Rayman first because he has less Qwq (I will leave a link to -nearly- every bloopers I’ll write so if you guys don’t remember/didn’t read yet you can go and see)
Masterlist
Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64 @kalemwoof @oneofthesillies @sleepyscribe @lpsyumy-chan
Everyone is welcome in the tag list
Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~
Stary Night
“You are over one hundred?”
“Cut! You didn’t sound too shocked let’s do it again!”
“Why didn’t you sound too shocked Y/N?”
“It’s not too surprising you old man.”
“Hey!”
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He quickly sit up with the most arrogant, playful grin you ever saw him wearing, “Ahhh, I know. I get it. It’s me isn’t it?”
You burst into laughing, “Holy shit, what? You?! No way!” You chocked between your laughing fit, hitting his side playfully.
“Shit!” He yelped, losing his balance and falling off of the tree. You freaked out, crawling to the edge, “Rayman!!?”
A painful muffled moan come from him, “..am fine….”
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On The Run
You two run for your dear little lives, meantime trying to escape the spears throwing at you two, only for you to lose your balance and face plan on the ground, a few spears falling on you causing you to grunt in pain. Everyone stopping their act and start to snicker. Rayman comes to your side laughing, “Run, Y/n! Run! They are coming to get our asses!"
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You scoffed turning to him, you can finally question him. But you halted seeing him strugle. "What are you doing?"
He turned to you, "Oh nothing it's just--" he pull out a rose under him and smirked, "This is for you."
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He was inviding your space, "Are we about to kiss?"
You smack him on the head, "Tell the lines right! We've been trying to take this scene for an hour!"
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"You okay?" Rayman glanced back.
You were struggling inside the cauldron, "Shit I am sorry, I can't feel the ground under my feet—" accidently pulling Rayman with you as you two were tied together. You both loose your balance falling together with the cauldron, "Fuck!"
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Fruits (suggestive warning)
"Well, yes, but it's mostly because... uh... fuck I forget my line." Rayman groaned
"Again? Really?"
"What?"
—————————————————
The camera lands on the two kissing agressivly. The two soon loose balance and fall.
"What the--"
"We Are Practicing Kissing!!"
—————————————————
"Should we measure our hands?"
"Why?... oh, fuck, wait!"
"You idiot. Tell your lines right for once!" You sobbed
—————————————————
He dipped you down, "Oh god you are heavy." He wheezed out jokingly. "Slipping! We are falling!" He yelled teasingly.
"No,no,no,no,no,no! RAYMAN!"
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Hotel
Playing with his clothes as if they are suffocating him, "God, I don't like these clothes at all. They are so tight."
"Shut up and play along." You scoffed
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You were about to slap him to wake up. “WAKE UP BITCH” and you just did that
“AH! HEY! THAT FUCKING HURT—”
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You shake him outside of the plane, the cold didn’t seemed to faze him, “Fuck, He actually slept? Again?”
You glanced around and smirked mischievously, letting him go off of the plane. “Heh.”
You heard him groan in pain as he face planted on the cold concrete, “Fucking… traitor…”
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“Light! It’s been so long since I’ve heard from you— What are you both doing?” He paused walking over the view of the camera as he stared at you and Rayman’s dance
“JOIN THE CULT FROG—“
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It’s Bullfrog’s turn!
Rooftop Talks
You notice he pulled out a can of juice. He took its straw and dipped it into the box, “Wants some?”
“Sure.” You leaned in for a sip. After a long sip you let it go with a sigh. Bullfrog poked his tongue out trying to get the straw in his own mouth and sips on it with a happy hum.
Someone from the background snickered, “You know that you two technically kissed right?”
You flushed, “Shut the fuck up.”
—————————————————
He took its straw and dipped it into the box, “Wants some?”
"Sure.” You leaned in for a sip. After a long sip you let it go coughing, "Ah fuck." You chocked loudly.
"Oh shit."
—————————————————
Don’t Leave
You are carrying Bullfrog on your back as he wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly.
“Mm you are so warm.”
You wheezed, “bullfrog…can’t breath..”
—————————————————
Bullfrog covered in fake blood, he dips his hands inside the pail full of them, and flap his hands around, “Blood. Bleh. Bleh. For you and for you, mes amis. Je vomis du sang.”
You wheezed on the hall.
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You accidentally hit his head on the door while carrying him inside. He hissed in pain and you panic.
“HOLY SHIT. I AM SO SORRY—“
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Hibernation
You two roll around on top of each other fighting. You were nearly able to escape and get up from the ground but he jumped on top of you like a basketball player with a huge snowball on his hands, hitting you right in the head. “REVENGEEEE” You both fell on the snow, he on top of you as he laughed. You screamed in fright as he held you hostage under the snow. “YOU WANTED NEIGE. THERE YOU HAVE IT—“
—————————————————
Bullfrog seemed to choose to run away.
“FUCK—“ He slipped and fell on his butt.
“Holy shit.”
He laughed, “I am so sorry! One more time, s’il te plaît!”
—————————————————
He grabbed your arm, “Let’s go!”
He pulled you causing you to lose your balance and drop your drink, he fell along with you “Shit.”
You two laughed.
“I am sorry!” He yelled, “We have to took this scene again!”
“Please, my arm gonna pull off—“ You choked out.
—————————————————
“Hey, Bullfrog where are you going?”
He said his line and waited for you to shoot him with a snowball but he burst out laughing to see you miss him. Again.
You laughed falling on your knees, “NOO, THAT WAS MY LAST STRENGTH. WE ARE TRYING THIS FOR AN HOUR. WHY AM I MISSING YOU EVERYTIMEEEE!!!”
He fell on his side wheezing. “Want- want some break?” He choked out.
“Please.” You sobbed. “I can’t feel my feet and hands in this snow!”
—————————————————
You read the script as it is written, “Dors avec moi. How am I pronouncing this?”
Bullfrog, “Okay say. Doğ-avek-moa”
“Dogh avek moaa- what?”
He snickered, “Haha okay— Repeat after me. Doğ-“
“Doghh?”
“Avek.”
“Aveyk?”
“Moa.”
“Mua?”
“Dors avec moi.”
“Ddohhhhh…. Can you repeat again? A bit more slow this time. Please….”
—————————————————
Assurance
You glance up from the chair you are sitting in the balcony, to see a movement “FUCK!” You jump on your seat in fright to see Bullfrog, not expecting him.
He quickly apologized with a concern and amused face as you gripped your chest and took deep breaths.
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“We are going to watch the sun ri—?“ He paused with a buzzing nose. He pouted and shoo the fly away. “Tu dois être en train de me baiser en ce moment. Une mouche?” He grumbld to himself as you laugh.
—————————————————
"You are so beautiful just by being you, and you are so fascinating just by being you. Among all the people I know, you easily stand out, with your stance, the way you speak, your thoughts and—“ You suddenly sneezed in the middle of his speech and then turn to him like nothing happened. You two stared.
Then laugh.
“Oh my god. I am so sorry” you wheezed out
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Enemies
He pinned you to the ground, you two both breathless. And then you couldn’t hold back your laugh, “I am so sorry.” He laughed along with you letting you go.
He sit next to you, “mon Dieu…”
—————————————————
“Halt and raise your havavazghh FUCK!”
Bullfrog snorted at that.
—————————————————
“Leave me alone, madame, Its- I’m no—“ He choked on his breath, “baise, water?—” He choked loudly.
“Shit! He is dying!!”
—————————————————
“I always wanted to die as a hero.” The moment you two glance at each other’s eyes you burst out laughing.
He wheezed, “This is one of those moments! I have no clue why I am laughing!”
—————————————————
You pressed him on the ground with a growl.
He bit his lip. “Wow” He didn’t even said anything and you start to laugh just by his expression.
“Fuck no.” You let him go as you two laughed.
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Drunk
“Shh you are so loud.” You pressed your finger over his lips, he couldn’t stop himself from coughing out a laugh. You both stood on the door snickering.
You wheezed, “I am so sorry. I can’t play like this.”
“Let’s do it again.”
“Ookay okay…”
You pressed your lips into a thin line trying to suppress yourself, though it didn’t work much as you both start to laugh again.
“FUCK”
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He tries to help you walk only for you to lean all your weight on him disturbing his balance, you both fall on the ground laughing.
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He sighed with your inaudible whining. He flushed even more with you leave little kisses over his face. Soon your lips find his, “Kiss me frog and turn me into a princess/prince.”
He wheezed out, “Isn’t that suppose to happen the other way?!”
“Will you turn into a prince if I do?”
“Wanna try me?”
“GIMME A SMOOCH”
#allenwrites#bullfrog x reader#bullfrog#rayman#rayman x reader#captain laserhawk#rayman in the phantom show#rayman sparks of hope
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Bloopers
So I decided to make a bloopers to celebrate 300 followers :)
I thought and was like why would I choose one fic to write bloopers about so I am gonna write all my Bullfrog and Rayman fic’s bloopers (But because there is a lot published I can’t do a lot for one fic)
Lemme write for Rayman first because he has less Qwq (I will leave a link to -nearly- every bloopers I’ll write so if you guys don’t remember/didn’t read yet you can go and see)
Masterlist
Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64 @kalemwoof @oneofthesillies @sleepyscribe @lpsyumy-chan
Everyone is welcome in the tag list
Dear anons; I would really appreciate it if you could choose an emoji while sending your asks and requests (and stick with it) so I can tell you apart. Thank you~
Stary Night
“You are over one hundred?”
“Cut! You didn’t sound too shocked let’s do it again!”
“Why didn’t you sound too shocked Y/N?”
“It’s not too surprising you old man.”
“Hey!”
——————————————————
He quickly sit up with the most arrogant, playful grin you ever saw him wearing, “Ahhh, I know. I get it. It’s me isn’t it?”
You burst into laughing, “Holy shit, what? You?! No way!” You chocked between your laughing fit, hitting his side playfully.
“Shit!” He yelped, losing his balance and falling off of the tree. You freaked out, crawling to the edge, “Rayman!!?”
A painful muffled moan come from him, “..am fine….”
——————————————————
On The Run
You two run for your dear little lives, meantime trying to escape the spears throwing at you two, only for you to lose your balance and face plan on the ground, a few spears falling on you causing you to grunt in pain. Everyone stopping their act and start to snicker. Rayman comes to your side laughing, “Run, Y/n! Run! They are coming to get our asses!"
—————————————————
You scoffed turning to him, you can finally question him. But you halted seeing him strugle. "What are you doing?"
He turned to you, "Oh nothing it's just--" he pull out a rose under him and smirked, "This is for you."
—————————————————
He was inviding your space, "Are we about to kiss?"
You smack him on the head, "Tell the lines right! We've been trying to take this scene for an hour!"
—————————————————
"You okay?" Rayman glanced back.
You were struggling inside the cauldron, "Shit I am sorry, I can't feel the ground under my feet—" accidently pulling Rayman with you as you two were tied together. You both loose your balance falling together with the cauldron, "Fuck!"
—————————————————
Fruits (suggestive warning)
"Well, yes, but it's mostly because... uh... fuck I forget my line." Rayman groaned
"Again? Really?"
"What?"
—————————————————
The camera lands on the two kissing agressivly. The two soon loose balance and fall.
"What the--"
"We Are Practicing Kissing!!"
—————————————————
"Should we measure our hands?"
"Why?... oh, fuck, wait!"
"You idiot. Tell your lines right for once!" You sobbed
—————————————————
He dipped you down, "Oh god you are heavy." He wheezed out jokingly. "Slipping! We are falling!" He yelled teasingly.
"No,no,no,no,no,no! RAYMAN!"
—————————————————
Hotel
Playing with his clothes as if they are suffocating him, "God, I don't like these clothes at all. They are so tight."
"Shut up and play along." You scoffed
—————————————————
You were about to slap him to wake up. “WAKE UP BITCH” and you just did that
“AH! HEY! THAT FUCKING HURT—”
—————————————————
You shake him outside of the plane, the cold didn’t seemed to faze him, “Fuck, He actually slept? Again?”
You glanced around and smirked mischievously, letting him go off of the plane. “Heh.”
You heard him groan in pain as he face planted on the cold concrete, “Fucking… traitor…”
—————————————————
“Light! It’s been so long since I’ve heard from you— What are you both doing?” He paused walking over the view of the camera as he stared at you and Rayman’s dance
“JOIN THE CULT FROG—“
—————————————————
It’s Bullfrog’s turn!
Rooftop Talks
You notice he pulled out a can of juice. He took its straw and dipped it into the box, “Wants some?”
“Sure.” You leaned in for a sip. After a long sip you let it go with a sigh. Bullfrog poked his tongue out trying to get the straw in his own mouth and sips on it with a happy hum.
Someone from the background snickered, “You know that you two technically kissed right?”
You flushed, “Shut the fuck up.”
—————————————————
He took its straw and dipped it into the box, “Wants some?”
"Sure.” You leaned in for a sip. After a long sip you let it go coughing, "Ah fuck." You chocked loudly.
"Oh shit."
—————————————————
Don’t Leave
You are carrying Bullfrog on your back as he wraps his arms around your shoulders tightly.
“Mm you are so warm.”
You wheezed, “bullfrog…can’t breath..”
—————————————————
Bullfrog covered in fake blood, he dips his hands inside the pail full of them, and flap his hands around, “Blood. Bleh. Bleh. For you and for you, mes amis. Je vomis du sang.”
You wheezed on the hall.
—————————————————
You accidentally hit his head on the door while carrying him inside. He hissed in pain and you panic.
“HOLY SHIT. I AM SO SORRY—“
—————————————————
Hibernation
You two roll around on top of each other fighting. You were nearly able to escape and get up from the ground but he jumped on top of you like a basketball player with a huge snowball on his hands, hitting you right in the head. “REVENGEEEE” You both fell on the snow, he on top of you as he laughed. You screamed in fright as he held you hostage under the snow. “YOU WANTED NEIGE. THERE YOU HAVE IT—“
—————————————————
Bullfrog seemed to choose to run away.
“FUCK—“ He slipped and fell on his butt.
“Holy shit.”
He laughed, “I am so sorry! One more time, s’il te plaît!”
—————————————————
He grabbed your arm, “Let’s go!”
He pulled you causing you to lose your balance and drop your drink, he fell along with you “Shit.”
You two laughed.
“I am sorry!” He yelled, “We have to took this scene again!”
“Please, my arm gonna pull off—“ You choked out.
—————————————————
“Hey, Bullfrog where are you going?”
He said his line and waited for you to shoot him with a snowball but he burst out laughing to see you miss him. Again.
You laughed falling on your knees, “NOO, THAT WAS MY LAST STRENGTH. WE ARE TRYING THIS FOR AN HOUR. WHY AM I MISSING YOU EVERYTIMEEEE!!!”
He fell on his side wheezing. “Want- want some break?” He choked out.
“Please.” You sobbed. “I can’t feel my feet and hands in this snow!”
—————————————————
You read the script as it is written, “Dors avec moi. How am I pronouncing this?”
Bullfrog, “Okay say. Doğ-avek-moa”
“Dogh avek moaa- what?”
He snickered, “Haha okay— Repeat after me. Doğ-“
“Doghh?”
“Avek.”
“Aveyk?”
“Moa.”
“Mua?”
“Dors avec moi.”
“Ddohhhhh…. Can you repeat again? A bit more slow this time. Please….”
—————————————————
Assurance
You glance up from the chair you are sitting in the balcony, to see a movement “FUCK!” You jump on your seat in fright to see Bullfrog, not expecting him.
He quickly apologized with a concern and amused face as you gripped your chest and took deep breaths.
—————————————————
“We are going to watch the sun ri—?“ He paused with a buzzing nose. He pouted and shoo the fly away. “Tu dois être en train de me baiser en ce moment. Une mouche?” He grumbld to himself as you laugh.
—————————————————
"You are so beautiful just by being you, and you are so fascinating just by being you. Among all the people I know, you easily stand out, with your stance, the way you speak, your thoughts and—“ You suddenly sneezed in the middle of his speech and then turn to him like nothing happened. You two stared.
Then laugh.
“Oh my god. I am so sorry” you wheezed out
—————————————————
Enemies
He pinned you to the ground, you two both breathless. And then you couldn’t hold back your laugh, “I am so sorry.” He laughed along with you letting you go.
He sit next to you, “mon Dieu…”
—————————————————
“Halt and raise your havavazghh FUCK!”
Bullfrog snorted at that.
—————————————————
“Leave me alone, madame, Its- I’m no—“ He choked on his breath, “baise, water?—” He choked loudly.
“Shit! He is dying!!”
—————————————————
“I always wanted to die as a hero.” The moment you two glance at each other’s eyes you burst out laughing.
He wheezed, “This is one of those moments! I have no clue why I am laughing!”
—————————————————
You pressed him on the ground with a growl.
He bit his lip. “Wow” He didn’t even said anything and you start to laugh just by his expression.
“Fuck no.” You let him go as you two laughed.
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Drunk
“Shh you are so loud.” You pressed your finger over his lips, he couldn’t stop himself from coughing out a laugh. You both stood on the door snickering.
You wheezed, “I am so sorry. I can’t play like this.”
“Let’s do it again.”
“Ookay okay…”
You pressed your lips into a thin line trying to suppress yourself, though it didn’t work much as you both start to laugh again.
“FUCK”
—————————————————
He tries to help you walk only for you to lean all your weight on him disturbing his balance, you both fall on the ground laughing.
—————————————————
He sighed with your inaudible whining. He flushed even more with you leave little kisses over his face. Soon your lips find his, “Kiss me frog and turn me into a princess/prince.”
He wheezed out, “Isn’t that suppose to happen the other way?!”
“Will you turn into a prince if I do?”
“Wanna try me?”
“GIMME A SMOOCH”
#allenwrites#bullfrog x reader#bullfrog#rayman#rayman x reader#captain laserhawk#rayman in the phantom show#rayman sparks of hope
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Two chapters in less than twenty-four hours. I literally haven't done this in a decade. Send help. Wheezing. May have thrown my back out. In need of life support.
Anyways here we gooooooo
Hearing Problems
LA!Mihawk x AFAB!OC
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Chapter 2: A Battle of Wits
Tags: Slow-burn, Enemies to Lovers, eventually NSFW, uh, if I think of more I'll add them or something
Trigger Warnings: None for this chapter
Wordcount: 2.2k
Summary:
After having her sloop sunk by the Buggy Pirates and losing most of her worldly possessions in the process, the normally solitary mercenary Karimi Lionne finds herself teaming up with the rag-tag little crew that is the Strawhat Pirates to defeat them. She bonds with them far more quickly than she bargained for, and that quickly turns into a problem for the Kiku Kiku no Mi devil fruit user when she learns of Nami's plans to leave them high and dry, and Zoro issues a challenge at Baratie that he very likely won't live long enough to regret.
Karimi did her best to steel her resolve despite the blood rushing in her ears as she lay there.
Lay there on the docks outside the seafaring restaurant, her strength zapped by the salt water, completely defenseless as Dracule Mihawk towered over her, his arms crossed, observing her with an unreadable expression and indecipherable tone to his question that still echoed in her ears.
Devil fruit, then, is it?
It wasn't too big of a surpise that he had figured it out that quickly. No, the surprise was his very presence there on the docks. That he had bothered to seek her out and ask her.
She finally expelled the breath trapped within her lungs in a slow sigh, closing her eyes again, feigning an aloof facade as well as she could.
"No idea what you're referring to," she said, as levelly as she could. She could hear a slight edge in her tone, but that was fine. That was to be expected. At least she had found the will to speak.
"There's really no use playing coy, dear. Though I am curious..." he said slowly, "what might lead a devil fruit user to intentionally dampen their own power."
"I don't think that's really any of your business," she said, mimicking his drawling lilt. "I am trying to drink myself into a stupor before morning and your presence is not helping the endeavor. So, if you would..." She lifted a hand and made a shooing motion. "Kindly fuck off."
Mihawk quirked an eyebrow, wondering whether every member of the strawhat's crew were insolent fools. Roronoa Zoro's challenge had been one thing—now this girl, this child, was mocking him to his face, attempting to shoo him off like a stray dog begging for scraps.
For a moment, he was completely speechless, feeling oddly as if he had taken a brief step out of reality.
Then he stepped slowly forward, stopping a few inches behind the crown of her tattered brown hat, and crouched down, casting a shadow across her much smaller form.
"You know who I am." It wasn't a question—apart from her abilities, which she still had yet to confirm or deny, he had seen the flicker of recognition in her eyes back on the deck of the restaurant. "Do you have a death wish, little one?"
She cracked open her eyes, meeting his gaze.
"If I say yes will you make it quick and painless?" Then she rolled them and shut them again. "Forgive me if I don't have much respect for glorified political puppets."
She was either too brave for her own good, out of her mind, or legitimately suicidal—and yet there was something intriguing about her complete lack of concern for the fact that he could easily push her right off the edge of the dock with the heel of his boot and watch her devil fruit abilities sink her like a brick to the bottom of the East Blue. There was a clear edge to her voice that told him she was well aware of that fact, and yet she carried on with her contemptuous sarcasm as if she didn't have a care in the world.
It was almost entertaining—a game of wit and intimidation that no one had played so readily or boldly against the warlord in years. He lowered a hand a flicked a few strands of her dark green hair away from her forehead, noting how she briefly tensed at his touch, very briefly; how her breath caught in her throat for a fleeting moment before returning to normal.
"You are in a rather...precarious position," he said lightly, "to be behaving with such impudence, little bird." She shivered when his knuckles brushed lightly down her neck. "As I said, I'm merely curious about the ability you demonstrated earlier. I can't say I'm particularly accustomed to having my mind invaded."
He watched her grit her teeth and abruptly sit up straight on the dock, swiping up the unmarked wine bottle sitting next to her and taking a swig.
"Oh, avast, sir!" she said in a particularly dramatic tone, "—and allow me a moment to wave a sad goodbye to the last fuck I had left to give as it drifts away on yonder tides."
His eyebrows furrowed as she lifted a hand and waved out at the vast expanse of the darkened sea. "Also." She tilted her head back, her eyes locking onto his.
"Call me little bird again and I will find where you sleep, cut off your balls, and feed them to you."
And with her threat hanging in the air between them, her voice slightly slurred, she tilted the bottle back again and took a couple large gulps. His eyes shifted briefly to the pair of daggers hanging at either side of her belt, passing over their ornate, slightly yellowed ivory handles, either antiques or impressive replicas.
Oh, but this was growing more entertaining by the second. Half-drunk and spouting off honest to god threats now—he honestly wasn't sure what to do with her. Mihawk straightened back out, circling slowly around the green-haired enigma, like a predator sizing up his prey.
"If you answer my questions, I will leave you be to drink yourself into an early grave, little bird." He watched as she heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes and glaring out toward the horizon, lit dimly by the crescent moon hanging in the sky overhead.
"Counter-offer," she said flatly.
Everyone else aboard the Going Merry seemed have completely lost every iota of intelligence they might have once possessed—Karimi figured she might as well join the questionable decisions club.
"Let the idiot swordsman live, and I'll work for you. Free of charge. For a year."
For a moment he was silent. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, his eyes scanning over her as she sat there at the docks with her feet in the water, her head swimming more and more with every gulp of wine she downed and her face flushed beneath her freckles from the alcohol. Weighing her offer.
"And what would I want with a little bird flitting around after me for an entire year?"
The smug amusement was perfectly clear in his tone, and Karimi had expected it. Standing at five foot two, weighing in at perhaps eight or nine stone soaking wet, the twenty-four year old knew she didn't come across as much of a threat—but she shared the same stature with her grandmother, who had racked up a bounty of over two billion Berries in her heyday.
"Six years experience in covert mercenary work," she said, holding up one finger. She held up another. "An underling to send off on World Government errands that aren't worth your time." She held up a third finger, picking her head up and rolling her eyes up to meet his. It was fairly clear that he wasn't going to kill her on the spot—between that knowledge, the buzz from the cheap wine and expensive rum she had consumed earlier, and her utter exhaustion and present physical weakness from prolonged contact with ocean water, she was quickly growing less concerned. "I can literally hear the thoughts of everyone within a fifty foot radius at all times. Well..." She gestured toward her feet in the water, lifting her wine. "Not now, but usually."
She took a swig, set the bottle down, and laid back on the cool, damp wood of the dock again, closing her eyes and tucking a hand behind her neck.
"Play with your swords all you want, there's no weapon more dangerous than information."
"You're rather quick to leave your crew behind," he said said slowly. "That speaks very little to any loyalty you could offer."
"We're not even really a crew," she sighed. Karimi raised a hand to her face, rubbing at her eyes and shaking her head. "Zoro would tell you that just as quickly as Luffy would tell you that he's his first mate. So would Nami, but she'll be gone just after sunrise if she has any say. That's going to be enough of a blow. But Zoro *dies*, that's going to shatter Luffy." Another swig of wine, another sigh. "Poor kid's got rocks for brains but he's got a good heart. Just wants the whole world to drop everything and follow their dreams."
"An idealistic idiot and a suicidal swordsman."
Karimi gave a snort of laughter—that hit the nail on the head. "And a pathological liar that can't even tell himself the truth, and a girl so desperate to save her home that she distances herself and steals from the only people who have shown her genuine compassion in over a decade."
"It sounds like they're already falling apart from within." Karimi shrugged a shoulder. "So why, then," he said, clear skepticism dawning in his tone, "would a Marine Vice Admiral call me out here to take care of it?"
A Marine Vice Admiral.
Karimi didn't even bother trying to contain her smirk—even with her devil fruit abilities supressed, she knew exactly what that meant. She knew it alone from the attack that Garp had led on the Going Merry, and didn't even bother opening her eyes as she responded in a mocking tone.
"Well, I except Garp the Fist didn't want to see his grandbaby grow up to be a filthy pirate." No—she did crack one eye, to watch the subtle shift in the pirate warlord's expression. The slow lowering of his brows. The miniscule twitch in a muscle between the corner of his lips and his nose.
Registering that he had been sent out of his way to deal with a petty family dispute.
"My offer stands." She lifted her bottle as if in toast. "You let Roronoa Zoro live, you'll have one year free from dealing with this sort of bullshit, courtesy of yours truly."
Agreeing to her offer felt like it would be an admission of defeat. Whether the battle was one of blades or wits, it was rare—if ever—that Mihawk conceded defeat. The entertainment, the fun of this exchange had drained the moment she laid her claim that Garp was using him as a mediator to capture and deliver his grandson to him.
Once more he crouched down, at the girl's side this time, his eyes glued to hers.
"And for what reason should I believe you?" he said quietly, searching her eyes for any sign of deceit, of treachery.
Yet all he found in their emerald green depths was amusement. That paired with the noncommittal shrug of her shoulders served only to infuriate him more.
"You have no reason to believe me," she said, her tone just as smug as her smirk. "But I wouldn't want to work for anyone that would trust the word of a Marine over a fellow pirate, anyway."
Her eyes slipped shut again, as if the deal was already done, in a manner that suggested it was already set in stone.
In a way that made his blood boil.
The girl drew in a sharp breath when his hand wrapped around her chin, her eyes snapping open to meet his gaze as the pads of his fingers pressed into her wine-flushed cheeks, her breath catching for more than just a brief moment this time. She didn't breathe at all as he leaned down, his face barely an inch from hers, her eyes wide as saucers.
So she did fear death. That was something.
"I will consider your offer, little bird," he said lightly.
Karimi swallowed, watching his eyes flicker away from hers for a moment, toward her slightly parted lips.
"And you will have your answer after my duel with your swordsman friend."
He loosened his grip the slightest bit.
Shifted his hand, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip.
"Whether it be in the form of his continued heartbeat or his bloodied corpse."
And with that he released her and straightened himself out to stand over her. With one last sharp glance down toward her, he strode away down the docks.
Karimi didn't turn her head to watch his departure, simply staring straight up at the stars dotting the inky black expanse over her head as she drew in a slow, shaky breath. Normally silence was a comfort to her, but right now, with nothing but her own troubled thoughts slowly cresting from a murmur to a chaotic jumble of inane chatter somewhere between her ears, it wasn't.
And when she closed her eyes to sigh, to try to calm herself, all she could see plastered to the back of ger eyelids were his own sharp, yellow irises.
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Firstprince Ficlet: Cornettos
Title: Cornettos
Fandom: Red, White & Royal Blue
Rating: E
Pairing: Firstprince Alex x Henry
Word count: 977
Tags: fluff, more fluff, all the fluff you could ever handle, hurt/comfort but it ends happy, Henry being pissed about ice cream but it's more than that
Summary: Henry's angry that he can't get his favorite ice creams in the US, but it's about more than that. Alex makes him feel better.
A/N: Wrote this in like 20 minutes because it popped in my head and I just wanted to write something cute and fluffy for once in my porny life!! This is so sweet and sappy pls don't @ me
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Alex looks up from his laptop where he’s buried in a case study when he hears the sound of the freezer door slamming. Henry has been napping for the last hour, but Alex guesses that he’s up now. He hears the distinct grumblings of a dissatisfied Brit and knows that something in the kitchen has got Henry upset.
“Hen? Everything okay?” Alex hollers, and he hears nothing but more disgruntled mumbles. “I can’t understand you when you mumble. I can barely understand you when you don’t,” he says with a wry smile. There’s nothing but silence, so he abandons his laptop and goes into the kitchen.
Henry is leaning against the kitchen island, dressed in a loose pair of gray sweats and a navy blue hoodie, one of Alex’s, his hair rumpled from sleep. His arms are crossed tightly over his chest and he looks for all the world like he’s a toddler that someone woke up before he was ready. Alex treads carefully.
“Baby? You alright?” he asks softly.
“I want a fucking Cornetto.” The words are not even in the realm of anything that Alex had thought possible to come out of Henry’s mouth, based on the look of serious dissatisfaction on his face.
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“You…want a Cornetto,” Alex says flatly.
“Yes, I want a fucking Cornetto,” Henry says bitterly, scuffing his slippered toe against the floor.
“There are Drumsticks in the freezer, I got some yesterday,” Alex says brightly, mentally checking off the “solve Henry’s bad mood” item that had just popped up on his constantly-running mental list. He turns, rummages around in the freezer and pulls an ice cream cone encased in crinkly plastic out of a box and holds it out.
“It’s not the same, Alex,” Henry says, positively glaring at the treat in Alex’s hand. “It’s not the same at all.”
“Well. I mean. Cornetto’s are ice cream cones, this is an ice cream cone…” Alex trails off, and twirls it around lightly.
“Those are freezer-burned dehydrated vanilla clods on top of a soggy cardboard cone and covered in something that is barely legally allowed to be called ‘chocolate’,” Henry says in the most eerily Phillip way possible, and Alex’s eyebrows fly up into his hairline in surprise. “I want a butterscotch Cornetto, with butterscotch ice cream that is actually ice cream, with chocolate that is actually chocolate, and a crispy, crunchy cone. That’s what I want.”
And then, hand to God, Henry stamps his foot, and that’s when Alex loses it.
Henry’s face turns pink with irritation and he turns on his heel and strides away while Alex is wheezing with laughter, and Alex jogs after him lightly while he attempts to control himself. He sits down next to Henry, who has thrown himself angrily on the sofa.
“Hen, Hen. Henry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just…it’s a little silly, don’t you think? Come on, it’s ice cream.” Alex tugs gently on Henry’s sleeve so he turns to look at him.
“It’s not just ice cream,” Henry says, and his face crumples in a way that shoots straight through to Alex’s heart. “It’s not.” Tears fill Henry’s blue eyes and spill down his cheeks.
“Oh, sweetheart…come here,” Alex says, and reaches his strong arms around Henry’s slight body, tugs him onto his lap easily. Henry buries his face into Alex’s neck and Alex wraps his arms around him tightly, feels Henry’s body shake with quiet sobs while he rubs small circles on his back. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. Oh, my poor baby. I’ve got you. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.”
After a few minutes, Henry looks up shakily and Alex offers him a small smile. He kisses Henry’s cheek, so softly it’s as if he barely does it, tastes the salt of his tears. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”
“It’s stupid,” Henry mutters and looks down. Alex tilts Henry’s chin up gently with his finger until their eyes meet again. He can see the pain in Henry’s eyes, and he tries to convey without saying a word that nothing he does or thinks or says is ever stupid. It must work, because Henry sighs and says, “I just miss home. I miss my sister and my mum and Pez. I miss my favorite food and restaurants and museums. I love being here with you and I love living with you, but…I just miss it sometimes.” Henry’s voice is small and filled with embarrassment, vulnerability. It breaks Alex’s heart all over again.
“That’s totally understandable, love. Nothing to be ashamed of. Of course you miss it, of course you miss them,” Alex says softly, using the hand still on Henry’s back to scratch light, lazy patterns the way he likes. “Why don’t we see if Bea’s available for a Facetime later? I know it’s not the same, but I’d love to see her face, too.”
Henry visibly brightens a bit at the thought, and Alex can’t help but kiss him on the forehead. “Can we…we could go back for a visit soon?” Henry says hopefully, and Alex nods enthusiastically.
“The semester’s over next month, or you can go by yourself sooner if you want. Whatever you want to do, baby. I know it’s hard, but we’ve got options. You’re not cut off completely,” Alex says.
“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it earlier, I just…I was sad, and it all caught up to me. I’m sorry,” Henry says, and Alex nuzzles into Henry’s neck gently, kisses just underneath his ear, along his jaw until Henry is smiling.
“It’s hard to see things clearly when you’re not upset, no need for apologies,” Alex says simply. “But I will say just one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m never fucking buying Drumsticks ever again, you ice cream snob,” Alex says, and Henry’s laughs fill his ear, his heart.
#red white and royal blue#rwrb#red white and royal blue fanfiction#rwrb fic#firstprince#firstprince fanfiction#alex x henry#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#my fic#fluff fluff fluff
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The secret of Leodership
I wanted Leo to have some fun
Ship: Leo x pun-loving!Reader
If you wish to be tagged in future (less puny drabbles) let me know lol
Enjoy or suffer :P
The battle between you and Mikey began somewhere during the last round of Mario Kart. The pun battle. Raph quit immediately after with a pained: "Not this again!". Donnie held on a while but even he gave up your company. Leo on the other hand was still trying to brave it through it. The fearless leader. Your boyfriend.
"What do you call a fish with no eye," Mikey threw in another pun your way.
"A fsh, come on this one is so stale, you batter be bready to lose," you snorted.
"I am yeast to taste defeat!"
You glanced over at Leo who wore a face of pain and suffering patience.
"Hey, Leo," you leaned his way and he sighed deeply.
"Yes, my love?" he asked slowly. He knew what would happen next.
"Where does a turtle go when it's raining?"
"Home?" His voice was full of pointless hope.
"No," you whispered next to his ear. "A shell-ter."
Mikey behind you snickered. What you didn't expect was the snort coming from Leo. Your eyes widened and you shared a gleeful look with Mikey.
Leo turned his head away from you two, his hand covering his mouth and his eyes shut but his shoulders were shaking.
"Oh honey~" you sing songed.
"No."
"What does a ninja wear to work."
"Stop." He was crying from surpressed laughter.
"Close, it's sneakers." You grinned and without mercy continued. "There are two ninjas. The first ninja looks at the second ninja and says: 'Hey, can you hand me that throwing star over there?' The second ninja says 'shuriken!'"
"Please." He was on the floor, wheeze-laughing.
"Won't stop, can't stop. Did you hear about the pope that wanted to be a ninja? He was a blessing in disguise."
"Why?"
"Cause you pretended god knows how long to not like puns, this is your pun-ishment unless you join the dark side," you said. "Mikey?"
Mikey grinned. "The police got called to the monastery after a ninja was caught throwing people about. They commented: 'He was bad at hiding, but he was great with his nun chucks!'"
Leo inhaled deeply. "What- what did one ninja say to the other ninja after being shot by a arrow?
Your mouth fell open in a pure joy. "What?"
"HELP IVE BEEN NINJURED!" He wheezed again, holding his face.
"Bro!" Mikey threw his hands up in victory. "That was so bad!" He laughed and smacked his brother's shoulder. "Why didn't you say anything earlier!?"
"And ruin his pristine reputation?" You scoffed and giggled. "But why didn't you tell me?"
Leo took deep breath in, sitting on his heels. he rubbed his mouth to relax the muscles. "Your face just lits up when you tell the worst puns mankind ever heard and you look so cute, thinking you got me... I couldn't-"
"Aww, I'd say I'm-," you paused wiggling your eyebrows, "shell-shocked."
Leo coughed trying still to cover up his amusement but nuzzled you lovingly. "Terrible." He hugged you and you climbed his lap for cuddles.
"I'll leave you two pun-birds," Mikey winked at you and got up to find Raph to torment. Or Donnie.
"Thanks Mike," Leo sighed relaxing with you in his arms.
You kissed his cheek. "Hey, Leo?"
"Mhm?"
"Your body is 70% water and I'm thirsty, mind if I take a sip?" You snickered and he glared at you.
"If this means you're going to pun, while we're in bed I'll punt you out," he threatened but the fact he was smiling nullified it.
"Was that a pun?" You teased.
"You'll never know." He kissed your forehead. "But seriously- don't."
"No promises~"
Tagging:
@madammuffins @turtle-babe83
I hope y'all don't regret letting me tag you in my nonsense lol
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Stranger, Lover. (Dandy Mott Imagine)
Imagine being a person on the streets, and finding yourself watching a Freakshow through the peek's of the tent.....
I was tired from walkin'. There were lights ahead of me, so I kept going, kept pushing despite my legs wanting to give out right now. I ran. I ran and ran.
Elsa's Cabinet Of Curiosities, the sign said. I knew I couldn't pay for a ticket, so I sneaked. I snuck around until I peeked my head through a hole, and watched. A two headed lady. The Tattler Twins the police searched for, a few weeks back. Dwarves, Lobster Boy, Amazon Eve. I was happy to be sitting, and watching in the corner.
A tap on my shoulder made me stand up immediately. "What are you doing?"
"oh, uh. Nothing sir. I'm sorry sir...you see."
"calm down." His voice was sharp and quick. I could only guess where he was. "...come with me."
"I can't see you.." I replied sheepishly, but he grabbed my hand and took me around the back, where we found a working carousel. No one was on it. In the light I saw his face. A handsome man. "A carousel? Why here?"
"I think, you need some fun. None of the freaks are interesting. They cast me out."
"Cast you out? Why?" I asked, as he helped me onto a horse. The strange man just joined me on the back of the horse, holding onto me. I guess because there was no where else to hold.
"Because they don't think I'm one of them." Music sung in the air quietly. It was an amazing feeling, riding a carousel.
"Oh, why I'm sure you are though." I giggled. While i think he smiled, the carousel came to a stop almost immediately. The man got off and helped me off after. Lobster boy was infront of me. Two handsome men, I felt fuzzy. Embarrassment came over me, I wanted to run. Running away from my problems was my solution for everything. Flight over fight everytime.
"Lady! Don't go anywhere. Why are you here? With Dandy of all people." His accent was smooth. It stopped me from running, and I turned back around on my heel.
"I...uh, couldn't afford a ticket. Ticket lady wasn't there, so, I snuck in and..watched."
So, the man who rode the carousel with me was called Dandy. I didn't want to look away from his face, he didn't look away from mine. We exchanged smiles, before dandy carried on answering. "I personally, was walking around and happened to see this young woman here. I find you freaks boring. I wanted to show her a better time."
"Scram!! Right fucking now! Dandy you dont belong here, you know that." Lobster Boy continued.
"I hate you!!" Dandy screamed. He took my hand and we ran. Again. Back to running. The pain in my legs became obvious again. Darkness over took me, leaves crunched underneath us. The Freakshow disappeared behind us.
"please! Stop! I feel weak..." I wheezed, sinking to a stop and onto my knees. Everything hurt. I needed water, but I doubted I was gonna find any in the woods this dark.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt pretty lady?" Dandy asked. Pretty lady? That's a compliment.
"No...just..tired. My legs feel like jelly. I'm shaking. I've done nothing but walk and run for the past 3 to 4 hours. I think."
"Oh. Well, build us a tree fort. We can sleep in there."
I raised an eyebrow he couldn't see at him. "It's fine. Do it."
So I built in the dark, leaves, twigs, branches, anything and everything was used. As soon as I was done, I grabbed Dandy's hand and pulled him into the cozy shelter. He was practically ontop of me. "Are you okay to sleep like this?" I asked. He made a face in response.
"No, but It'll have to do."
We slept. He slept ontop of me, almost making me lose my ability to breath. But it was nice. Human comfort and company. Especially with a handsome man like the one on top of me.
Haii, I literally just had a dream about this, so I wrote it cause it was gold lol. It's not proof read, and it's a quick write. I hope you enjoyed!!
@babygorewhore @slvt4jamesmarch @taintandviolent @tatelangdonsweater hi tag list! Enjoy this imagine 💜
#ahs#american horror story#Freakshow#ahs freakshow#dandy mott#Jimmy darling#s#dandy mott x reader#dandy#Dandy Mott imagine#finn wittrock#x Reader#ahs x Reader#ahs imagine#ahs imagines
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Challenge - What'd They Shit Buy To Heckle Their Better Half
I was bored and low on creative juice today, so I did one of my other favourite things and that is hanging around stores pretending to be out shopping for, or with, one of the permanent renters living inside my head.
And then I thought, maybe that'd be a fun challenge? It's kind of like a moodboard, but for the funnies. A heckleboard??
Step 1: Go to one of those general stores that has a little bit of everything (or go to multiple stores if you like, I do, but I live in a walkable city centre).
Step 2: Think of one of your current favourite ships.
Step 3: Pretend to be one of the ship's characters
Steps 4: Photograph 5 items they would shit buy to heckle their better half
Step 5: Post it and tag me! And tag new peeps!
Here's mine, for Croc 🐊 x Shivs 🗡. And it's Shivs dropping these items on his credit card statement for shits and giggles.
She'd absolutely wear that hat, doesn't matter it's > 25C in Arabasta. Style over comfort, and all that.
Also, I literally wheezed at the pistol-shaped hair comb. I am pretty sure he always has a comb on him? And I can see her give him that, because lol. Wouldn't you? I would. I'd happily die for it too. I wonder if he'd secretly like it, haha. It does market to a certain demographic.
They're nice, and it's the bait to throw him off of completely losing his shit over the rest of the absolutely shit-faced purchases.
She bought that game because she wants to beat his ass at it? They'd go so gdamn hard playing that. Don't play monopoly with them either. Guns come out.
And baby Benji always needs new toys. That's not even up for discussion. He'd be fine with this one, I think.
Go for it, nerds - @tiredemomama, @momodwriter, @littlemountainwolf, @fanaticsnail, @bronsterbash, @ruledbyproblematique, @swirlsofblackandwhite, @gingernut1314
#yes if physically possible#you should go to an actual store(s)#the casual seeking & randomly finding shit is part of the fun#you can also do it while going for groceries or other such errands!#no need to get them at once or right now
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This spicy fic is brought to you by the meme post by @notallsandmen , my tags on that post, and feral post-midnight hyperfocus.
[At OP's request, I'm putting the two CWs before the cut as well. The 1st one is Hob suffering (in a good way) because of slutty!Dream, and the 2nd is piss kink. 😌]
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"Dream."
Hob's boyfriend, the horny anthropomorphic bastard, just hums around him inquisitively and Hob has to clutch at the sheets. He literally just came a minute ago and he still feels a little overstimulated. "Darling, really, I need to go to class."
A shake of the head, with Dream stubbornly looking away from him. His tongue laps at the underside of Hob's cock. A really persuasive argument in Hob's opinion, but... "Look. I know you don't even need to breathe down there, but some of us still need to perform basic human bodily functions and--oh, fuck--"
Dream has started bobbing his head up and down again in protest, eyes now glaring balefully at Hob. The clutch of his mouth is so good and wet, his throat tight but greedy, and Hob is the one losing the battle here. Has been losing both the battle and the war, actually. (He doesn't really mind all that much.)
"Look, please, if you won't let me go to class, then at least let me go to the bathroom to pee." Even to his own ears, Hob sounds desperate. That's because he is, at this point. Dream had been on him since early last night, simply vanishing Hob's clothes when Hob protested that he literally just got home and has yet to put down his keys.
It was so hot, seeing Dream so desperate and hungry for his cock, but their play has also never lasted this long. It must be going close to ten hours by now, and Hob is going to get urinary tract infection if he persists on holding back his pee.
And yes, he's not exactly gonna die of it, but he'd really rather not experience the discomfort.
"No."
The answer came from the room itself in Dream's voice. Hob jumped a little. It felt like being in a movie theater, surrounded by the sound of the actors' voices, instead of the their voices coming from a single direction.
(Thank god he managed to hold his pee back from that jumpscare.)
"So you can speak when your mouth is full, but you're just choosing not to," Hob concludes, brushing his silly (sexy) boyfriend's hair away from his lovely face. Dream smiles smugly, or at least, as smugly as he could, with his spit shiny pink lips still wrapped around Hob's cock.
Hob sighs. "Tell me what to do then. You don't want me to go to class, fine. I'll call in sick. You want to warm my cock forever, wonderful." Dream purrs at Hob's approval of his current course of action, and the vibration travels down to the very center of Hob's body. Hob grits his teeth and tries to breathe through it. How many times has he come since last night? How many times has he come in his sleep?
Christ, it's all so ridiculous, but Hob is so stupidly in love with this impossible being between his legs that he finds even being used past the point when his balls are empty to be arousing.
"But, jesus fuck, stop deepthroating me for a second. I'm trying to have a...ah! A conversation with you here. What about my pesky biological needs? Any plans for that?"
Dream shrugs. "Let go." The sound came from the room again and not from Dream's lips.
"I beg your pardon?" Hob did not wheeze out. No, he has more dignity than that. And no, surely Dream does not mean what Hob thinks he means.
Dream huffs through his nose and sends a vision to him, an image of Dream on his front, in bed, mouth wrapped around Hob's cock, as the Hob in the vision bites his lips, a look of concentration on his face, hips and thighs twitching a little. The Dream in the vision starts sucking, and Hob saw a little trickle of watery liquid, definitely not cum, spill a little from Dream's lips.
Fuck. "You want me to..." Hob gulps. His cock twitches inside Dream's mouth. Never mind that for now. Does Dream really...Is he really asking Hob to..?
Dream rolls his eyes at him and surfaces from his deepthroat to lick at Hob's cockhead, the tip of his tongue tense and lapping at the slit on the tip of Hob's cock.
Hob curses. "Do you really want me to--fuck, Dream--calm down for a second--"
Dream ignores him and only holds on to his thighs harder, nails digging in, eyes alight with mischief and hunger both.
Hob feels like he's slowly going insane. He curses Dream a bit in his head, his depraved, diabolical, insatiable little sex kitten, and slowly lets go.
Dream, kinky bastard that he is, seals his mouth around Hob as soon as he feels Hob obeying his order and, eyes twinkling in amusement, starts drinking.
Fuck. It shouldn't be so hot watching his boyfriend drinking not only his cum but also his piss.
"Who would've known you'd be a little piss slut, huh?" Hob asks him breathlessly, fondly, still going, still feeling goddamn strange to be pissing while in bed after more than 600 years of doing it somewhere else, like a normal, civilized human, and thrusts his hips a little.
Dream moans and goes down on him deeper, one hand reaching down so he could jack himself off. You would think he was a man dying of thirst in the desert the way he's gulping Hob's piss down.
"And to think you're usually so prim and proper," Hob continues. He knows Dream loves it when Hob talks dirty, and frankly, Hob likes the pretty shade of red that spreads from Dream's face down to his lovely chest when he internalizes Hob's words. "Probably should bring you to school with me and use you whenever as my personal urinal."
Dream chokes on his moan at Hob's words and a little trickle of piss escapes from his mouth. He is quick to rectify his mistake by sealing his lips even tighter around Hob's cock and going even deeper.
"Fuck, of course you'd like that," Hob says, panting, shaking his head. He was beginning to trickle off, the worst of the pressure relieved, but he still has some left in him. "Tell me, Dream of the Endless, would you rather drink my piss just like you're doing now, or should I piss in your hole and plug you up so you could squirt everything out when we get home?"
Dream comes with a little muffled shout, a hint of teeth grazing against Hob's cock as his throat works on drinking down the last of Hob's piss.
Hob sighs and falls against the headboard, relieved that at least that's over with. He was about to pry Dream off him so he could get out of bed and cook them up some breakfast, but then Dream whines, mouth still around his cock. He still looks needy, so helplessly horny, squirming against the sheets and sucking on Hob's cock again.
Hob makes a noise that was a mix between a bark of laughter and a whine. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?" he asks the ceiling. "Am I, at some point in my immortal life, going to get my cock back?"
Dream's refusal to answer that has Hob groaning into his hands.
"Fine. Fine. One more hour. I'll call the department in the meantime, and if you want some pancakes, you're not gonna act like an enthusiastic slut when I'm on the line."
Dream hums happily around him.
Hob is very not looking forward to calling in sick. He looks at Dream suspiciously. Dream looks innocently back up at him.
Yeah, no. Hob is just gonna send an email both to the department and his students.
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"Good, darling?"
It has been literal hours since this morning, and Hob had only gotten his cock back around lunchtime, when his stomach growled so loudly that Dream whined in distress, probably remembering a starving Hob back in the 1600s.
Good old 1600s Hob, saving present day Hob 333 years later.
"Yes," Dream says, a bit of honey still on his lips. He has a plate of pancakes in front of him piled high with berries and drizzled liberally with honey. He looks like the cat that got the cream, caught the canary, and terrorized an entire village. "The pancakes are excellent, and I am looking forward to coming with you when you go to work so I can serve as your personal urinal. Shall we start tomorrow?"
Hob groans and bonks his head against the dining table. Maybe he should just fake his death a little earlier than usual this time.
#CW: hob suffering (in a good way) because of slutty!dream#CW: piss kink#writing this has been An Experience#am I glad of it? I have yet to decide#the title of this in my notes is 'the cake meme' because I can't call it what it is#which is 'piss kink dream being thirsty'#I am so ashamed but proud of myself at the same time 🤦♀️#dreamling#the sandman#my writing#good job my thumbs
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Paradise
I was tagged *checks calendar* a month ago (yikes! sorry it took so long!) by @prolix-yuy (thank you!!) in @boliv-jenta's Seven Minutes in Heaven tag game - and had a lovely little time daydreaming up this situation. This is set way after anything I've written yet for the Angelfish Universe, but you don't have to have read those to read this one.
WC: 866
Warning: brief mention of illness and injury, Ezra's blinding beauty in the sunlight
“You know something? I do believe the tales are true, Angelfish.”
He let out a sigh as he adjusted his arm, tucking it beneath his head. You turned to face him, blades of the long, soft grass you were laying in tickling your cheek as you moved. When you did, you sucked in a small breath at what you saw.
Oh, look at him.
Ezra’s eyes were shut, but just barely, the lids smooth, uncreased, his upper lashes resting atop the lower ones. A smile tugged gently at his lips and you saw them part as he took another deep breath of crisp mountain air. Despite the fact that it was nearly twenty degrees cooler at elevation, the sun’s warmth felt stronger up in Sola’s Vale because you were closer to it. You watched the way the light made the shock of silver in his hair seem golden, the rays picking up the scattered grays throughout his curls to make them shine, too.
He’s so damn beautiful.
He was. But you’d known that for more than a decade now. What made your heart swell inside your chest was how peaceful he looked. How healthy and happy he was. It had been a long year and a half since he’d come home from his last expedition down a limb and dust-sick. The damned Green Moon had all but destroyed him, leaving his body ravaged by injury and infection. By the time he made it back to you on Lao, he’d been swallowed up by his once-snug clothes, his worn waffle-knit pullover hanging loosely from his diminished frame. He came home looking nothing like your Ezra.
Fear had never gripped you more tightly than it did in the weeks following his return to the Dunes. There were nights when his fever spiked, days when he struggled to take a breath without collapsing into a wheezing heap, and your were terrified that his recovery had taken a reverse turn. Terrified that after everything you might still lose him. That you and Cee would be left to drown in the wake of his loss.
But he was so strong. Fought so hard.
You swallowed, still silently soaking in the sunlight and the way it bathed his skin, and thought of the small steps he started to make when the worst of the sickness was over. Even with medical treatment, his rehabilitation was slow going, minor setbacks here and there trying Ezra’s patience and stoking his frustration.
But he never gave up. And now we’re here.
A trip like the one you were on now would have been impossible even six months ago. The interplanetary travel to Cardovan alone would have taken a hefty toll on him. The heavily wooded planet was located near the center of the Heart, but Lao was all the way out where the Seam met the Fringe, making it a six cycle journey through space. Pair that with all the trekking through old growth pine forests and up into the Solaluna Mountains where the air was markedly thinner, and it just would have been too much.
The fact that you were there together now proved that he truly had healed. That he was going to be okay. That he’d finally gotten through it. And that made you happier than you’d been since before he left for the Bahkroma sector.
A light breeze swept through the valley to ripple the glassy surface of the lake your campsite was on, ruffling the dark curls near the crown of Ezra’s head. You rolled onto your side and reached over to rake your fingers through them, the contact making his grin stretch wide enough to reveal a flash of white teeth.
I love this man so much.
Finally responding to his statement with a sun-drunk smile of your own, you inched closer to him. “What tales are those, Ezra?”
Keeping his eyes closed, he turned his face to kiss the base of your wrist. You sighed at the sensation, shifting so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. His left arm dropped down to curve around your waist.
“Those that claim that Kevva’s Paradise can be found right here in Sola’s Vale.”
You felt his words rumbling through his chest and against your cheek, and you let his voice lull your eyes shut, too. “Oh, yeah?” His fingers traced absent minded designs over your hip, drawing a hum from the back of your throat.
“Well I for one cannot recall a time in my adventurous life when I have witnessed a more beautiful place than this.” He nuzzled the tip of his nose against your temple and inhaled deeply. “And there’s certainly no one besides you, save Birdy of course, who I would want to share it with.”
You hummed again. “Cee would love it here. We’ll have to come back when she’s on semester break.”
“Agreed.” He pressed his lips to the side of your head again, curling his fingers around your hip at the same time. When he spoke again it was low and directly into your ear. “But while it’s still just the two of us-“ His teeth grazed the upper edge of your ear, your body responding by slinking even closer to him, a pleasant shiver running down your spine. “Let’s share paradise, Angelfish.”
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tagging: anyone who sees this and wants to share their ideal seven minute daydream <3
#seven minutes in heaven#thanks for the tag!!#paradise#ezra (prospect)#ezra (prospect) x female reader#angelfish au#ezra (prospect) fic#prospect fic#ezra (prospect) x reader#ezra x angelfish
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I know this is late rn (it is here in my country lmao);;; but will you continue the Morpheus X Filipino!Reader???;;; I'm not really sure if there's a follow-up that I'm not aware of sorry...
But I have an idea, after the drunk shenanigans, they get a massiiiiive hangover and question if what happened really happened but continue their day.
Then after being kicked out, Morpheous just followed them like the lost puppy he is (in this case a lost sad wet cat lmao) like in a work/university(as a student or professor idk). LITERALLY everywhere (stalking but in a cute way if it makes sense?).
And Cori visit now and then, for his own amusement lol, just to annoy Dream and make him jealous or watch his "Dad" suffer and be a pathetic love sick puppy LMAOOOOO
Also, Matthew gives Morpheus some love and courting(?) tips is quite cute and funny at the same time lolololol
Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyy have a great day or night~!!!! idk
Oh, Don't Be Like That
Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader (except its mostly Dream & Cori duking it out AHHAHA)
Summary: There was a battle going inside your mind between a nightmare and the master of dreams... literally.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: gender neutral!reader, psychological mind fuckery, corinthian being the nightmare he is, brat!cori, jealous!dream, exasperated dad!dream, angst?, crackfic?, typos, etc.
A/N: hi nonnie, there is actually a next part to it, but lol sige na nga ahsf;lashf i'll write what you want (i hope you like it) only cos i love corinthian so much and i want them to bite each other (in a fight HAHHAHAH) i hope you enjoy it and yeah it was pretty late when you sent this i remember but that doesnt matter cos i got back to you 1000 years later lol
This is technically a p4. [p1 "Thorn At My Side"] [p2 "Beer"] [p3 "Not Enough"] but you dont have to read them to understand lol.
Tagging everyone from p3!: @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @laraackerman @reallystressedhoneybee @farintonorth @shining-yuu @ellooo0ooo i'll also tag @sloanexx even though this isn't the jealous!dream req i was talking to you about lol
I was running. I was running so fast that I was losing my breath. The halls were winding. I reach a split hallway and take a sharp turn right.
"Oh, little bug," the ominous voice calls, "why are you running from me? I thought we were friends?"
I run faster, skin crawling, rising with goosebumps, as I tread frantically down the hall.
I see light at the end. I run faster and faster towards it, as fast as my legs can take me.
All at once, the light is gone and I slam into a dead end. I fall to bottom and scramble. I push myself back into the corner, looking out into the darkness, awaiting my demise.
"Oh, pretty thing," he laughs, "how stupid of you."
My entire body is trembling. I break into an ear piercing, body curdling shriek when I see a figure. A grim, twisted, eerily grinning face comes into view from the shadows.
My head blares because of my screaming, and yet when the figure comes to light and doubles down in laughter. Tears in my eyes are clouding my vision, and I'm curled up in the corner for dear life.
He takes of his shades and leans on his knees. The teeth in his eyes wheeze with him. It takes me a good long while for me to realize just who in the nightmare this man was, with the aid of him introducing himself.
"It's me, doll," he chuckles, turning to me, "your boyfriend Cori."
I recoil, as this finally dawns onto me. Boyfriend my ass. I begin to heave as my frightened tears turn into bitter angry ones. I rise to my feet, chest rising and falling in anger. I point an accusing finger to the blonde, "you are NOT my boyfriend," I step forward each statement, "you stupid, annoying, evil little bitch-ass, rat!"
Corinthian raises his hands in defeat, chuckling once more, proceeding to wipe his glasses on his shirt, looking down as he snorts, "oh, but I am."
When he looks back up as he puts his glasses back on, the grin on his face disappears as he is faced with nothing but darkness.
Corinthian is no longer in the hall, he is only stood alone in the darkness.
"Deceiver."
Corinthian's blood runs still. His breath hitches when he turns and is faced with an imposing figure.
Dream of the Endless glares at his creation with a tense jaw. His eyes are lit with a fury. Corinthian can easily recognize the envy.
He feels a possessiveness, an irksome roll in his gut. What is he doing in my nightmare?
Corinthian grinds his teeth then exhales, adjusting his shades on the bridge of his nose. He feels ire rise up the artery in his neck, but he plays it off with an airy chuckle, "sounds like a whole lot of denial on your part, papa bear."
Dream's nostrils flare, he steps forward, not willing to lose to his spawn, "I have gotten my answer, nightmare. Bego-"
"You've been following us," Cori cuts in, not wanting to end the nightmare, not wanting to lose either. He watches the strangles expression on his maker tighten. The nightmare's gotten some good footing, "you've seen us walk together," he raises a brow, "laughing, holding hands."
The blonde is excited by the involuntary reaction he gets from Dream. His dark form darkens even more. The king begins to contort into a thing of horror. His form is shifting into fear itself.
If a nightmare had a nightmare, it would be him.
And yet he does a good job of playing it off, Corinthian wills himself to, just before fear overtook him, "it'd be stupid of you not to realize the feelings we evidently share for each other."
Lord Morpheus' frightful and terror-inspiring form begins to dwindle, to lose its edge at the his words. Corinthian was, like the Lord of Dreams said, a deceiver, a master at that, but he was nonetheless true at a point though. That was why a paleness overtook Dream's face, dejected, cold.
Corinthian enjoys the fact he has the upper hand, "I've been spending all my time, frolicking with-"
"And yet," his voice cracks like thunder, "you were denied," Dream cuts, smashes with a sledgehammer. He nears Corinthian. His master feels his shudder, "enough of your games, child."
A shiver runs down his spine. The power of his words over Corinthian was absolute gospel. He felt like he was being drawn back into the depths by his ankles. Cori was not giving up without a fight however.
"I can hear your true intentions, Corinthian," Dream speaks, "cease your childish prods-"
"No," Corinthian snorts. He points a finger to the ground, "no, you're wrong. You can't make me!"
He watches Dream narrow his eyes and tilt his head. He gulps when he hears him say, "can't I?"
Corinthian feels his body vibrate in anger, in annoyance, in deviance.
At the same time, they both feel the stirring of the being's consciousness.
Corinthian heaves, forcing himself to laugh, "there's still something you still don't understand, pops."
Dream is done with him, and yet he decides to humor his Corinthian, "and what would that be?"
"Unlike you, we actually have a relationship, and I'm actually, at least, friends with t-"
I gasp awake, feeling a cold sweat down my neck. I squeal and snap my head to the side when I hear a voice from across my bedroom.
It's Corinthian, taunting me, a blanket on his form from where he was spending the night on my sofa chair, groaning as he shifted, lips curving upward, "nightmare?"
I catch my breath, scowling, grabbing the pillow beside me on my bed, "asshole!" I throw the pillow at him, "I knew it was a bad idea to let you sleep over!"
Corinthian is hit in the face by my unexpectedly good shot. The glasses he kept on slips from his nose and yet he is undeterred, and even chuckles, "that's what you get for playing good Samaritan."
"Rat!" I bark, "cretin! TROLL! GREMLIN-"
"I don't know why you're so angry," Cori laughs, "I'm sure you don't remember a thing."
"That doesn't mean I don't feel the fear in my body, moron! IMBECILE!"
Dream, on the other hand, who manifested his consciousness back in the Dreaming, alerts Matthew, who had been waiting for him, perched on his throne's backrest.
"So?" the raven crows.
Dream ignores him, standing from his throne, and walking off with a dark cloud over head.
Matthew watches him storm away. He sighs, "I told you to just ask if Corinthian was-"
"Silence, bird."
Matthew stops. He sighs. He'd roll his eyes if he could. He gently mocks, "ok then, boss. You're the boss, boss."
#corinthian fanfic#corinthian x reader#corinthian x you#corinthian fluff#corinthian angst#dream of the endless#dream of the endless fanfic#the sandman fanfic#the sandman x reader#the sandman x you#dream x you#dream fanfic#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless x you#morpheus x reader#morpheus x you#the sandman angst#dream of the endless angst#morpheus angst#dream angst
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The road so far
Chapter 1
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader
WARNINGS : Injures, blood, language (if I missed any, I'm sorry)
A/N: This will be a multiple part story, so if you enjoy and would like to be tagged, comment here or send me an ask/message :)
Also, any feedback is appreciated!
Reader's POV
"Y/N, relax, I'll get you back to the bunker as fast as I can an." Dean tried to calm me. I'd gotten hurt again. It was supposed to be a quick in and out for the four of us.
Now Sam and Garth were finishing the job. Just a small vamp nest, they said. You'll be ready, Y/N, we have a plan, they said. By the end of the evening I was cornered by two vamps and one of them managed to stab me with my own blade before Dean ganked them. "Sam! I need to get Y/N back to bunker. Cas can't find us here and she's losing quite a lot of blood. Can you two manage here?"
Now here I was, on back seat of the Baby, trying so hard to not to break down. I searched for Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror. "I'm sorry, Dean. I thought I had them on my own. That I didn't need help. I need to..." He looked at me with almost angry look. His look softened immediatly when our eyes met. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. Please just try to stay awake, alright? You'll be fine. We'll talk at home, okay? Just a little bit longer. Cas will heal you." I sighed. He didn't even believe his own words. "You don't know that, Dean." I whispered. "He didn't even have his mojo last time we saw him." I slumped on the seat.
"I'm ruining you car, D." He looked at me with amusement. "Seriously? That's what you're worrying about right now?" he laughed. "You know she's seen worse."
I almost didn't even feel pain anymore. I'd gotten so numb already when he pulled to the garage.
"CASTIEL!" Dean yelled and slowly pulled me out of car. Angel was beside us in a second. "She got hurt. Please help her!" Dean begged. No strength was left in him. Both men kneeled next to me. Cas put his hand to my stomach and tried to heal me. I only felt burning sensation in my abdomen which pulled animalistic shriek out of me.
"No! No! Please, stop! It's worse!" I wheezed. I was on the verge of passing out.
"I can't heal her this way. I'm sorry, Dean, I think I'm only hurting her." Cas finally said.
"Can you get her to the library table? I have to try suture the wound myself."
"Wait, Dean. There is one other option that could work."
Dean looked at Cas. "Care to elaborate?" he finally snapped.
"If Y/N gives me permission, I can possess her. That way I can use some stolen grace I have for emergencies. It should heal up me and any vessel I use." Dean looked skeptical. "You carry around stolen grace "for emergencies"? Did you have to smite an angel for that? And are you even sure if it'll work?" he questioned.
"Well..Yes,yes and no. But it's the only option right now and killing the angels was in self-defense so I see nothing wrong with that, too. I just need to know if Y/N is willing to try that. I can't promise anything." he looked at me softly.
"Yes, we can try that. I've got nothing to lose. You have my permission." I whispered.
Castiel put his hand on my cheek and I felt immense force crashing through me. And then suddenly it stopped. I saw everything around me but I wasn't in control of my own body anymore. Jimmy's unconscious body was next to me.
"Dean. Give me the grace. It's around my neck. Well..Around Jimmy's neck. You know what I mean." I heard myself talk. It felt eerie.
Dean reached out and took out a little ampoule containing the grace.
"Damnit, Cas, this better work." He gruffed. Unbearable cold took over my body as soon as Cas consumed the grace.
Last thing I remember is feeling the angel leave my body and passing out from exhaustion.
I slowly opened my eyes. Brain couldn't yet register where I was but as I saw Dean next to me, I felt calm.
I took in my surroundings. I was with Dean in the bunker. I was safe.
"Hey, Y/N. Take it easy. Try to sleep a bit more, okay? I'm not going anywhere." he whispered softly.
I laughed wryly. "You look like shit, D. Couldn't Cas heal you?"
"Uh..no. He couldn't. He basically went all in for you. But don't worry about me. Just some cuts and bruises. Nothing major. Seriously now, Y/N, try to sleep. Sam and Garth aren't even back yet, so even just long as they come home, okay?"
"Fine, dad." I mumbled quietly and again fell asleep.
I woke up next morning rested and almost like myself. I went to the kitchen for breakfast and boys were already sitting at the table. Quite possibly researching next case for us.
"Morning, guys!" I smiled at them. I poured myself a big cup of coffee and sat down next to them. "So, what's next for us? Shapeshifters? Djinns? Wraiths?" They shared a look.
"How you're feeling today, Y/N? You took a serious beating yesterday. With the stabbing and angel possession and whatnot. Wouldn't you like some time off?" Sam questioned.
"What? No. I'm fine. Ready for the next challenge." I grinned widely. I got up to make myself a sandwich.
"Y/N, please, just hear us out, okay?" Dean pleaded. "Take some time off. Just for a week. We don't want to see you get hurt again."
I've always known how to shut myself off during confrontations. I just didn't have backbone to stand up for myself. This time I wasn't going to stay quiet. I slammed the knife down on the table and took a deep breath.
"Let me just ask this, Sam. If Dean would've gotten hurt yesterday. Hell, he did get hurt. Would you convince him to take a break for a while?" I turned to look at Sam and felt nerves bubbling.
"Of course I would! But Dean didn't get stabbed last night. You did, Y/N." he countered. "Okay, fair point. But either way Dean would never stand down from a hunt. Both of you know that. Why do you have the need to bench me right now? Cas healed me. I'm fine. Seriously. No need to walk on eggshells around me." I angrily turned around and finished quickly making my sandwich. I left the kitchen to go and eat in peace in my room.
Few days after that hunt I was cleaning my room when I heard soft knock on my door. I had managed to ignore them so far but I guess I had to talk to them sooner or later. "Hey, it's Dean. You awake?" I tried to be quiet but then dropped a picture frame on the table. "Damn it!" I muttered.
"Can I please come in? I want to talk to you." he asked. "Yes, you can come in." I sighed and sat on my bed.
He sat in front of me on the bed. "Listen, I don't want to argue with you. I know you're more stubborn than me so it wouldn't be very smart of me." He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. " I just need to say that we... I can't bear the toughts of losing you. Ever. I just can't. For the love of God, why didn't you call for us the other night. You know that it could've ended very badly for you. " His voice was quiet and quivering as he spoke.
"I know that, Dean. I get it. But you were all fighting there for your life. There were more vamps than we all originally thought and I was confident that I coud take on just two of them. Dean. Listen to me." I took his hands and looked into his beautiful green eyes. I sighed.
"I know what I got myself into when I decided to stay with you boys. Hunter's life definitely isn't all fun and games. We get hurt, or some of us die. But that's life. I've made my peace with it." He cut me off. "Y/N, you're not even 30 yet. How can you say you've made your peace with dying when you haven't even lived a life yet? You should have a white picket fence and an apple pie dream life, y'know." I started laughing. He got very confused. "Dean. Just don't. Please don't start teaching me how to live my life, when you won't do the same. Can you please leave me alone now?" I said quietly.
"Fine." He stood up. "But I am not letting you come to the hunt today. Got it?"
Dean's POV
I left her room and leaned against the door. God, you're such a pussy, Dean, what stopped you telling her this time? I thought.
I heard muffled scream through the door but thought it would be better not to interfere again.
"So, just like at Glenwood Springs, this wraith has developed taste for crazy brains. This is a all night drive from here. Any ideas how to approach it?" Sam asked whe I entered the library. "How's Y/N by the way? Seemed okay?"
"Yeah, I mean, on the surface at least. Wouldn't really talk about it. What's up with the wraiths hunting in the psychiatric hospitals? Do they get high on meds or something?" I sat down at the laptop looking over the victim cases. Youngest was 28, like Y/N. That's sad.
"So, should we get admitted to the hospital or the FBI scheme again? Or we go halfsies? " I said and smiled at Sam.
Halfway on the road, I pulled car over to the side of the road. "Dude, you up to drive? My eyes are tired, man." Sam looked at me like he's seen a ghost. "Yeah, I can drive. Are you okay, Dean? You took a decent hit to the head the other day. You might have a concussion." he asked worriedly. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just tired." I said and tried to stifle a yawn.
He started the car again as I made myself comfortable in the passenger seat. We were driving for some time when he broke the silence. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"
"You can, but it depends if I'm going to answer." I said sleepily. "Will you tell Y/N about your feelings for her?"
What did he just say? "Uuhhh, what, I have no feelings for her. And even if I did, then a) it wouldn't be any of your business and b) no I wouldn't tell her because there wouldn't be a point in it, because in this line of the work, we don't get happy endings." He sighed loudly. "Dean, don't think I'm blind. I see how you look at her. Would it really be that bad to even try to get a happy ending?"
I started to get slowly angry. "Sam, drop it, okay. Yes, it would be bad to try because 99% of the people I care about, have died, or gotten hurt or possessed. You are just exception that proves the rule, even though you've died too on multiple occasions. I can't risk it, okay?"
Rest of the drive I tried to sleep. It wasn't easy, considering the thoughts of Y/N were occupying my head. Of course I had feelings for her, how couldn't I? She was the most beautiful, brilliant and stubborn woman I've laid my eyes on. I just can't give my enemies the leverage of using her against me. And she probably doesn't reciprocate anyways so why even try.
"So, Bobby will meet us at the hospital, to get me admitted, so I could get more of a inside scoop. You and Jody will handle the FBI part. Sounds good?"
"Sounds like a plan." Sam said as he pulled into town.
Sam dropped me of at the corner of the hospital, where I was going to meet with Bobby. I was getting nervous, which was very new for me. I was just going to talk about out life. Just mentioning the drama with Lucifer, Michael and the Apocalypse should get me a permanent spot in padded cell.
Seeing Bobby pull up in his Chevelle, I raised my hand to wave at him.
"Hey, son! You ready to pour your heart out?" he laughed.
"Sure am, Bobby. Sure am." I smiled as he got out of car.
The first few days went really really slowly in the hospital. Sneaking around at night wasn't really easy with the guards every where. Not being able to contact with Sam or anyone else didn't help also.
Finally almost week later I saw the wraith in the mirror, so I knew exactly who to follow. Only thing for me left to do was to somehow let Sam know who it was before it was too late.
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wip tag game
rules: post 3 snippets from published work, and 3 from your wips
thanks @colormepurplex2 for tagging me <3 | (for fun and don't feel obligated - i'm tagging @yoon-kooks @archivedkookie @alphabetboyluvr )
published works:
(1) the back-up plan | jjk
It’s early. Too early for Jungkook’s taste.
He’s been tossing and turning all night. Wishing he could redo the last two years. Wishing he could’ve been honest from the beginning. Wishing you didn’t hate him right now.
Picking up his phone, he grumbles after seeing the time—six in the morning. There’s no way you’re up, he thinks. And there’s no way you’ll pick up his call either.
He assumes you’ve blocked him—wants nothing to do with him and doesn’t blame you.
The expression on your face is ingrained in his memory, and the lies he told are on a continuous loop. How would he win you back—if you’d let him, that is.
It’s that point in the romantic movie where the love interest finds the courage to go for it. Jungkook has nothing else to lose at this point. It’s now or never.
(2) things you don't know | jjk
Jungkook called out to you, and you didn't look back, storming away from him. You passed by Lana, telling her you were leaving and that you'd talk to her later.
You ran out the front door, stopping at the sidewalk's edge, remembering that Lana drove. "Fuck," you grumbled, pulling out your phone to grab an Uber.
You were stupid to think Jeon Jungkook wouldn't affect you after all these years. Maybe it's because you haven't dealt with feeling abandoned by him. Maybe you wished you had done more for your friendship. Whatever the reason, you knew moving back wasn't a good idea because you’d have to deal with this.
"Hey!" Jungkook called out. You looked over your shoulder and continued walking. He ran in front of you to grab your attention. "Can you talk to me?" he asked, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.
"Why don't you fucking write me a letter? Since you're so good at that," you mocked as you shuffled around him. He was a shitty writer who could barely pass Creative Writing without your help.
"That's not fair."
(3) my plus one | ksj
“Kim motherfucking Seokjin!” You cried when he opened the door to the room the two of you would be staying in. Holy shit–you were not expecting a luxurious room and the view? You weren’t sure if you could ever go back to a regular ol’ room with no view, but to be honest, this would probably just be a one-time deal. “I can’t believe you really got us this room!”
You gleefully dropped your luggage and ran to jump onto the bed, all sprawled out, your limbs hardly reaching the edges of the bed. It was big enough to fit five or six grown adults. There is no good reason as to why a bed should be this big.
"I call dibs on the bed,” Jin shouted, running after you, plopping himself on the bed. “Ha-ha sucker!"
You turned to face him. “Nuh-uh. No way. This bed is big enough for the both of us.”
“I don’t want your crummy hands near me!”
You scoffed, taking a look at your hands, “My crummy hands?!” Propping yourself up, you reach for a pillow, taking a swing at Jin, striking him on the stomach, then aiming for his head. No one gets away with teasing you.
“Yah–yah–yah!” He shrieked, trying to protect himself from your antics. “You’re gonna get it!” Jin finally escaped your sudden outburst and grabbed a pillow for payback against you, taking a good smack right to your face, which made you gasp.
Jin wheezed when he realized how firmly he had struck you in the face, and when you didn’t make a sound or move after the hit, it began to worry him since you rolled over on your side. Oh shit, he thought to himself.
wips:
(1) my pretty boys | jjk x reader; knj x reader (romance, smut)
Jungkook walked towards your door, creaking the door open to find you sitting up, looking outside the window. He often found you in the same position back home in your apartment. You were missing Namjoon, and gazing at the moon helped you somehow.
He quietly crawled onto the bed next to you. There was no need to say anything. His presence was enough to let you know he knew what you were thinking and feeling. The two of you being best friends for so many years would do that.
He brought his knees up to his chest and held them there, and you leaned on his shoulder, continuing to cry quietly.
"Kook..." you whispered.
He hummed.
You peered up at him. "Do you think he's looking at the same moon as we are?"
Unsure how to answer you, he didn't say anything, and you weren't really expecting an answer from him either. You were just glad he was there like he's always been. You didn't deserve him. He'd been so wonderful to you these last few weeks.
You repeated his name again, and he hummed as he did just a moment ago, but he peered your way this time, and you shifted your gaze towards his big brown eyes - close enough to feel his breath on you. He could see tears beginning to well up in your eyes, so he brought his thumb to wipe them away before they could fall. Your heart fluttered for a moment when he stroked your cheek, and a gentle smile swept across your face, closing your eyes, inviting his touch. Jungkook continued studying your face, watching the sadness that wouldn't go away. He'd do anything to see you happy and smiling again.
(2) don't push your luck | knj (rivals!au, co-workers!au, one bed trope)
You’re 29. No man should have you gritting your teeth, ready to claw at him. Then again, he’s no ordinary man–more like the devil incarnate. He makes your skin crawl. His presence makes you want to jump out of a window. Because he is suffocating, and the air in your lungs does not exist.
Okay–maybe you’re exaggerating. But right now, you want to accidentally spill your glass of red wine just so he’ll have a stained shirt.
Your mouth twists as you nudge the giggly goonhead. He takes off his noise-canceling headphones. “What?”
“Can you zip it? I can’t concentrate,” you say, repositioning in your seat.
Namjoon snickers. “Aw baby, you weren’t able to concentrate before I even started the movie. What makes you think me turning it off will help now?”
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Hi hi! I just rediscovered your writing tag; I know I binged the whole fae au ages ago but good grief have I caught the brain rot again. If you feel like taking a request, could I ask for fae au Chase having to deal with one of his eldritch housemates losing their temper, potentially with some protective Anti if that’s a vibe? No worries if not, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to ask :)
Pfft, you and me both. I've been thinking about them quite a bit. You can absolutely ask for it; I hope you enjoy!
Warnings for... not much, really. Nobody gets grievously injured or manipulated.
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Chase is only aware that something is wrong because when he walks into the kitchen, Jackie has cornered himself by the cabinet, five feet and three hundred and twenty pounds of pure wolfish muscle.
He snarls at Henrik, which is the other sign that something is wrong- Jackie would cut off his own godsdamned hand before ever threatening Henrik.
Henrik, for his part, is frozen; unsure of whether to run, or approach, Chase would assume.
Circling around, Chase keeps his steps audible, his voice low.
"Jackie?"
The wolf crouched by the cabinets snarls at him, muzzle wrinkled with fury. There's no hint of recognition in those brilliant amber eyes, and Chase casts his mind back, casts his thoughts to the calendar-
He edges around the corner to the window, just enough to see the moon hang, swollen and bloody, in the sky.
Ah, shit.
He needs Henrik out of here. Then he can- he doesn't know, open a door, lure Jackie out-
"Henrik," he hisses softly. "Henrik."
He sees Henrik's eyes flick in his direction, but no other movement. Jackie picks up his head, muzzle wrinkling, and growls in Chase's direction; Chase keeps his hands out and open, movements slow.
"Easy, Jacks," he soothes, voice low, in the same tone he uses to calm a spooked Henrik, to talk down Marvin and Anti from yet another spat, to soothe the snag-toothed magic under their skin. "It's just me, yeah? It's just Chase. Bet you're feeling all sorts of trapped in this tiny apartment, I've been telling Marv for ages we needed to move, but what can you do with rent."
It's all nonsense, soothing nonsense, and it doesn't make Jackie's hackles come down, but he can see Henrik's shoulders loosen. He'll take one out of two.
He gestures, a tiny motion, with his head; Henrik begins to edge back his way, eyes back on Jackie. The wolf snarls at them, fur rising along the ruff of his neck. Really, he's a gorgeous wolf, Chase thinks idly, all rich brown fur, a pelt thick enough to sink into.
Right now, he's fucking menacing.
"We'll leave you be," Chase soothes, watching as Jackie pulls himself to his feet with more than a little concern. It's a wonder his voice doesn't shake; he's gotten good at managing the adrenaline. He has to be, when ninety percent of their household can smell if his heartrate jumps a beat because he got startled by oil popping too furiously. "Nothing to worry about here, Jacks."
Henrik gets to within inches of Chase; Chase shifts aside to let him reach the doorway.
Later, he'll wonder if one of them moved too quickly; or if Jackie had simply reached the end of his limited patience.
In the moment, Jackie uncoils, and lunges.
Henrik shouts- Chase doesn't think before pulling Henrik back. Unfortunately, this means taking a solid three hundred pounds of muscle head on- he hits the floor hard enough that he hears something crack, and his vision fuzzes out. He can't seem to catch his breath, though that could also be the fact that there's an entire direwolf on top of him.
Someone's shouting. He doesn't have the voice for it, so he's assuming Henrik's shouting something- he can't quite make out what, wheezing for breath.
Above him, Jackie snarls, and Chase can count each claw digging into his shoulders. He drags in another breath, trying to force his lungs to expand past the weight on his chest. Don't panic, don't panic, he chants in the back of his head, through the haze of fear that thickens.
This is Jackie. He won't hurt you.
This is Jackie. He doesn't recognize you.
"Jackie, Jackie, it's me," he wheezes out, forcing his arms up between him and the snarling wolf's muzzle. Jackie snaps at him; Chase can only wedge his hands between them like a prayer to a god he's long stopped believing in. He's a journalist, not built for wrestling werewolves twice his size off of himself. He'll be lucky to make it out unbitten, be lucky to make it out--
"Be still."
The corners of his vision sharpen into almost painful detail. Jackie freezes, ears swiveling straight forward before they pin flat to his skull. A wolf recognizing the bear lumbering by.
Anti stalks through the door, all liquid grace and barely restrained fury.
These last few months, he's gotten good at... not tamping his otherness, but not smothering them. Most days, the hair on the back of Chase's neck doesn't do more than prickle, a lurch in his gut that he leans into.
Right now, Anti does not give a single shit about restraining even a sliver of his thunderous nature. Chase doesn't dare to move, doesn't dare to remind Jackie that he has a very vulnerable chewtoy beneath his paws, but he thinks he could've started dancing the cancan and Jackie wouldn't have looked.
"Up."
Anti isn't even looking at him; Chase can still feel the itch in his bones to obey, as Jackie staggers to his feet, a puppet unsteady on its strings. His tail tucks between his legs, an uncertain snarl wrinkling his massive muzzle.
Anti does- Chase doesn't know how to describe the sound he makes in response. It's too guttural to be a snarl, too harsh. Chase reels back against it, and Jackie takes a step back, and then another.
Towards the open door.
If Anti commands him to leave, Chase knows that he will not return. That they'll be lucky if he doesn't run himself into a bloody grave.
Pushing himself to his feet, he watches Anti's eyes flick his way. There's flecks of silver, brilliant shards of starlight reflecting back at him; the low light of the kitchen makes it downright eerie. He is very, very keenly aware that he's the only human here.
In any other case, he would consider himself outmatched- and on some level, he knows he is.
But he exhales, and then carefully, steps away from Jackie, grimacing a little as the world spins around him. He doesn't have a chance to waver- an arm, cool and steady, wraps around his waist.
"I'm alright," Chase murmurs, half a warning, half a reassurance. Anti's lip curls at that, eyes cutting back to the frozen werewolf crouched before them. Chase swears that he can feel the walls press in around them that inch more in response, and he squeezes what he can reach of Anti's arm. "I'm fine," he repeats, knowing that Anti can taste the half-truth.
"You know Jackie wouldn't in his right mind. We were surprised." Full truth.
After a long moment, Anti only shakes his head, and with the same finality as the sun setting, tells Jackie, "sleep."
The werewolf doesn't so much curl up as he drops; Chase starts, but Anti's already steering him away, and Chase knows full well that the fae is going to be hovering.
"He will wake up," Anti says with that odd finality, before giving Chase a familiar side-eye. "You would not have if we didn't hear you. Henrik."
Chase waves a hand, and immediately regrets it; his shoulder fucking burns. He's going to have to wrap it, probably. "I knew you would. And Jackie-"
...Well. Jackie like this would have easily ripped his throat out. A full moon already heightened his irritation; an eclipse like this would only make it worse. He wisely keeps his mouth shut.
Anti must read the way his expression tightens, because the tips of his fingers prickle, the taste of winter ice seeping into his mouth. The aching eases, and Chase lists further against Anti, who all but pours him onto the couch, and curls around him. Distantly, they can hear a pair of footsteps- Henrik, then, and possibly Jameson, likely at the feeling of magic as wild as Anti's flaring within their threshold.
"Every day," Anti mutters under his breath, shifting to allow Chase to pillow his head on Anti's lap. "Every day you find new ways to flirt with death. They are not that compelling, you know."
Chase huffs a soft laugh, and shuts his eyes, floating on the dizzying feeling of Anti's magic throbbing under his skin. A nap would probably do him good.
"I thought you liked it interesting."
"I like it when you are here," Anti snips back, and tugs a little at a lock of hair. "And death will like not having to gamble against me again."
He's going to shelve that for later, instead humming, and nuzzling into Anti's touch.
"Bet you'd cheat."
"They have no proof," Anti returns archly, but Chase can read into his words well enough. He'd rob death and all of their cousins blind if he had to, and something about that warms him all the way to his bones.
He only laughs, and curls closer to Anti, who's pressed close enough that you couldn't slide a sheet of paper between them. A nap really is looking heavenly, now, and Anti seems faintly smug about that; he's safe, here.
"Wake me up when Jackie's up," he says, quietly, and Anti grumbles indistinctly; when Chase opens an eye, he finally huffs.
"Sleep," Anti says, instead, and tangles slender fingers through his hair. "I will wake you."
There's no command in his words, but he's never needed it; Chase closes his eyes, and falls.
#antiaverage#egoshipping#ego shipping#spice writes#anti x chase#My apologies for how long these pieces are taking! The summer has not come in lightly.
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The multiverse of cuteness INDEED
Our Skyy 2 MSP time you silly geese
- Silly music club Tiw? Perfect
- Man I hope Por is the scheming one because Por managing to land his bff a boyfriend and himself one when Tiw couldn't? Comedy.
- I'm going to choke laughing at the silliness of this
- 😂😂 I absolutely cannot with the group roar
- I can't even make it through the first part because of laughing at Tinn's sound effects which I'm 100% confident are just Gemini's day to day sound effects. He sounds like a muppet.
- look y'all Tinn is rocking harder than Gun ever did
- absolutely living for their moms keeping their personalities (and the fourth wall break "I'm not that kind of mom in this series!")
- letting Por remain a dumb dumb bestie means a lot to me
- so does poking fun at random English use
- oh god hallucination Tinn is coming
- Gemini naturally looking like this emoji 😈 only makes it funnier
- Tiw lmao. Mark is playing him like Tiw KNOWS this is the wrong universe and he woke up in these silly shenanigans and doesn't know how to get back to his own universe
- Tinn "my friends are stupid" 😂😂 bro
- Pouting about SoundWin losing their very important scene, just to have them take a TinnGun scene >>>
- They have Winny looking a little too good in this episode. I know he's aesthetic swapped with Sound but looord
- TiwPor is touching 🚨
- Gemini's demon laugh gets me EVERY time I don't even think he acting at this point. Tinn is just playing himself.
- seeing more of Tinn's menace side is very important, spiritually
- oh so that's what their mixed up name tags on IG were about 😂
- (wheezing)
- Ford, back on the mic
- Tinn's crooked bowtie returns
- This is double, maybe triple the musical numbers. It's unhinged.
- Ford is a maximum level cutie
- the amount of times Tinn and co make their own group coos is amazing
- in this universe Yo is blind
- every time Tiw shows up around a corner I lose my mind.
- YAAAAS BABIES 😂😂
CONFIRMED. A WIN FOR ALL.
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I posted 2,312 times in 2022
That's 1,828 more posts than 2021!
325 posts created (14%)
1,987 posts reblogged (86%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@modmad
@seafoam-taide
@s0ckh3adstudios
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I tagged 914 of my posts in 2022
#sock talk - 214 posts
#a hat in time - 50 posts
#ahit - 45 posts
#moi <3 - 39 posts
#afa - 35 posts
#ahit au - 33 posts
#a hat in time au - 33 posts
#omori - 28 posts
#ame from above - 25 posts
#ghost mcdonalds - 25 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#since they were supposedly the blank slate protagonist and i heard something about how they were up for interpretation on what their gender
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Guess who's on another Omori mod team.
:)
https://twitter.com/HIKITO_Mod?s=20&t=llxMJzAZuGqGduZYI7-weA
GO CHECK OUT HIKITO!!!!! I promise you, this is going to be an amazing mod.
176 notes - Posted November 14, 2022
#4
THIS QUOTE FROM THE SNATCHER VA STREAM IS MELTING MY HEART HELP
"Hat Child has been writing me some notes in crayon, as a pen pal. We've been keeping up with each other. She seems to be traveling across space and time. She seems to be doing well for herself, as far as I'm concerned. I try to stay out of her business, I don't wanna know, y'know, when she's coming back, or... if she's coming back to help me out with a few things or anything like that- That's not like I think a lot about her!! She- I- Auhgh- She has a forgettable face."
(mumbling) "..........................i don't know if i'm going to see her again but i hope so."
"hUAH? AS FAR AS HAT KID GOES SHE CAN DIE OUT THERE FOR ALL I CARE HAHA (WHEEZING)"
WAUUUUGHHGHFJHJGFJGAJHJKGAKHK
the stream is here if you wanna see
181 notes - Posted October 30, 2022
#3
@ask-omori-ageswap I made these to spite Miles /j
217 notes - Posted July 25, 2022
#2
Deltarune Spamton Takeover Secret Web-Pages!
Trying to put all the page links into one post for easy access. I'M LOSING MY MIIND. (Thank god other people are making lists I can find more links)
/Egg/
/Code/
/Ramb/
/Chair/
/Man/
/Dog/
/Shadowmen/
/Icee/
/December/
/Lancer/
/Sighting/
/https://bluebubble.rodeo/
/Blink/
245 notes - Posted September 17, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
BASIL'S PARENTS?!?!?!??!!??!?!?!??!!??!?!
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