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gumycandyyy · 8 months

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୨♡ ＷｉｎｔｅｒＫｉｎｇＨＣＳ ♡୧

I am ashamed of tumblr for not making more fanfic of this funky fruit.

We got some general HCS and then some romantic ones under the cut! (I went a little overboard with the romantic ones, hehe!)

Gender-neutral

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-Man's self care routine is off the charts

-I'm serious, he has like- 80 different bubble bath concoctions.

-Smells like mint

-or some kind of cold scent.

-I feel like he loves dressing up fancy, so he has a closet full of sparkly suits

-maybe even some dresses if he's feeling special.

-Doesn't actually need to wear glasses, he just likes how they look.

-While he loves his winter wonder world, I feel like he'd enjoy rainy weather more than snow.

-He got rid of all his madness and sadness, yes, but I think he'd cry at something especially cute. Happy tears, y'know?

"Why are you crying, sir? Are you okay?" "Oh, it's nothing. *sniff* Just those two rabbits that are cuddling."

-He is really bad at any percussion instrument

-like.. REALLY bad.

-His hands are too delicate for such a garish instrument as the drums!

-He loves playing duets on the piano, but rarely has anyone to play with.

-I mean, he could always concoct up an ice creature to play piano with him, but that's honestly quite dull.

-His favorite movie would probably be an old Christmas movie, like It's a Wonderful Life.

-He gets kidnapped by the Candy Queen so often, that occasionally he brings a book or something snuggly to help him wait for his ice scouts to rescue him.

-He once got so bored while kidnapped that he tried to read to some of the mutilated candy people

-That was the last time he saw his favorite book.

-Safe to say he doesn't bring his favorites anymore.

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-Will literally spoil his love interest rotten.

-You want that thing you saw earlier?

-Consider it yours

-You'd like for it to snow outside?

-A sprinkle or a blizzard?

-Literally anything, this man will go to the ends of the universe to get you what you'd like.

-Love languages are definitely gift giving and physical touch

-probably acts of service too.

-Loves dancing.

-Whether it be a slow dance or ice-skating, he will take every opportunity to dance with you!

-He adores short people.

-Good, because he's tall as a giant.

-if you're shorter than him, he will no doubt use you as an armrest.

-He always makes remarks on how cute you are.

-Even if you're only two inches shorter than him.

-If you're taller...

-hoo boy.

-Expect him to be all over you.

-figuratively and literally.

-Will want you to carry him everywhere, sit in your lap, rest against you, whatever.

-Just let him touch you.

-He'll talk about how strong you are, how you'd be the perfect chair, etc. etc.

-He does the stupid "How's the weather up there?" jokes.

-Loves your body, no matter what it looks like.

-You're skinny?

-You're easy to carry around and dance with.

-You're chubby or fat?

-Literally will always be holding onto or resting on part of you. He loves squishy people.

-Somewhere in the middle?

-He could not care less. He loves you regardless of what you look like.

-And he makes sure to emphasize his point by complimenting you endlessly.

-He will never leave your side.

-Even if you need space, he doesn't.

-So why wouldn't you?

-Back to our regularly scheduled fluff-

-Candy Queen hates your guts.

-She thinks you're an obstacle, keeping her from the Winter King.

-No doubt tries to kill you.

-Multiple times. a day

-Her plans are always foiled, but if she gets too close to genuinely hurting you, Winter will be so upset.

"Oh, Dearest, please tell me you're okay!" "You are?" "Phew. I don't know what I'd do if you were hurt in any way."

-His petnames for you are probably

-Darling,

-Dearest,

-My love,

-There are a lot more, but those are the main ones.

-LOVES kissing you.

-Anytime, any way.

-He finds it adorable when his nose bumps your face.

-Favorite place to kiss would probably be the back of your hand.

-He is a gentleman after all.

-Overall, he just adores you.

-And he sincerely hopes you love him just as much as he does you.

Headcanon requests are open for Winter King! Don't be afraid to send an ask, and be shameless! I know I am! (No smut tho. Some spice is okay, however.)

Have some free WK art for coming this far!

reblog for a beginner writer?

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jasontoddssuper · 6 months

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"I love men who're freaks🥰😳😍"You guys can't even handle dudes with physical disabilities

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jellyfishoreo1206 · 7 months

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OVERSTIMULATING PRISMO/SCARAB

NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Prismo

You can't fuck a beam of light but what you can do is fuck the 3D human manifesting of himself

Very sensitive in general, touch him and he'll shiver (in a good way)

He'll always have some sort of contact when doing the deed with you

He's so touch-starved

Blushes very easily too

I cannot stress this enough

WHINES, WHIMPERS EVEN

You can't convince me otherwise, he whines at the start, during and at the end

His whimpers are so beautiful omg

HE'S A WHORE FOR YOU (affectionately)

Also, Bottom Vibes™

TRANS PRISMO

He got that Primussy

Would 200% preferred to be eaten out until he squirts several times all over your tongue

Though he doesn't mind you drilling into him and making him turn dumb with your name being the only thing spilling out of his mouth (dw afab ppl, he's ecstatic with pegging too)

Just makes him more addicted to the feeling

Though if it's to much you two have a safe word

Can you guess what it is?

It's Pickles

"Fu—uuck- t-to muCH~!" Prismo laid his back against the wood of the jacuzzi, arching his hips further into your mouth despite his protests as your tongue circled around that sensitive little button of his, right above his entrance. Sweat was forming on his forehead as he strained to keep his eyes focused on you, right in-between his thighs. Oh Glob you looked so good between his thighs, eating him out as if you were starved fpr months on end and had a mouth-watering three course meal laid out in front of you.

His vision was slightly blurry from the tears of pleasure forming, moans leaving his mouth in strings as you give a hard suck to his sex, squeezing his eyes closed as he threw his head back. Legs trembled from all the pleasure, the hand in your hair tugging at the strands gently as he squirms underneath you, drool begining to drip from his mouth.

The familiar sensation of a knot was starting to form within his stomach, making him feel hot all over as more sweat starts to form, pants and gasps mixing in with his moans. A particularly loud yelp leaves his bruised lips when suddenly two fingers were inserted into his heat. You continued to suck and lick at his clit with passion, pumping them in and out of him at a delicious pace that makes his eyes roll back.

Angling your fingers you rub at the one spot that turns him into a babbling mess, bringing up your other hand to rub at his clit to give your mouth a break. A string of salvia and his arousal form, a curse falling from your lips as you admired your work. The inside of his thighs were absolutely soaked with his sticky juices and previous orgasms as his hips desperately moved themselves more into your touch, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as the sound of his whimpers graced your ears.

He was such a piece of work, so beautiful right in front of you like this.

Mouth open as a avalanche of sounds escape into the cube, piercing blue eyes filled with tears as he tries to keep his attention on you, smooth tan skin glistening with sweat as his breathing becomes uneven, pink curly hair a absolute mess; he was just so beautiful underneath you like this.

The pulsing and squeezing of his walls gives away how close he is, at this point he was riding your fingers trying to get himself up to that burning white pleasure. Lidded eyes watched him as you assisted him by mumbling words of praise by his ear, leaving bites and hickey's anywhere on his skin that was available. Everything to get him closer to that edge.

"CoM-ComiNG!" Loud whimpers spill out of his mouth, his arousal squirting all over you and himself, making another mess. You continued to pump your fingers inside of him making sure to ride out his high, spongy walls convulsing around your digits as small noises leave his throat.

"That's it baby, that's it~" Once his breathing started to become even you slowly slipped out your fingers, a whine leaving his lips from the extreme sensitivity as they dragged over those small crevices inside of himself.

"Such a messy boy," You cooed, placing small kisses all over his face while he recovers from the pleasure, eyes begining to focus on his surroundings, "Was that okay? I didn't go to far right?" Prismo swallowed all the salvia that was building up in his mouth, looking over at you with a small smile on his face as he shook his head no. "It was perfect, babe. Now help me up I don't think I'll be able to walk."

"I only ate you out?" You teased, a grin taking place.

"Yeah and I'm pretty sure my legs will fall right under me."

"Yeah yeah, okay."

He gets very needy for you

For your touch too

And it's always whenever you are trying to work

So usually whenever he gets needy, you'll just push a toy into him to shut him up or at least satisfy him until you're done

Usually it's a control vibrator, sometimes a dildo for him to ride on if you feel like it

Oh he absolutely loves it

Loves it even more when you watch him get off on it and come several times from it

If he feels like you take to long he'll start begging you to join him, even moan your name in the most sluttiest way he can to persuade you

It never really works, but goddamn does he sound so adorable when he's begging for you

Whimpers fill the dim bedroom as the sound of bedsheets wrinkling meets your ears, the only thing lighting up the room being a single lamp on top your desk as the moon shines through the window. You write away at the papers that scattered the desktop, organizing them into different piles to get through with it quicker in order to turn them in before the deadline you were given.

Unfortunately, Prismo got needy and kept distracting you. Glancing over at the bed, you watch as Prismo laid on his stomach, drooling as he looks up at you with lust filled eyes, hips grinding down on the dildo that was stuffing his cunt so deliciously. Nearly filling him up to the brim. The wet sounds that filled the room made you groan, starting to feel your core swirl in deep arousal as you continued to watch with lidded eyes.

It was quite literally music to your ears when you listened to his struggling whimpers as he attempted to fit the dildo inside of him at first, only being able to take about 5 centimeters of it before crying out how thick it was. He was able to get the rest of it in eventually with enough lube and praise, the stretch of it making him feel so full and stuffed it made him see stars.

Whines flood the room once he realizes that you were paying attention to him, his movements starting to speed up as desperate moans of your name leave his mouth, begging you to join him or at least touch him. It's pathetic, in a cute way, he's probably cummed like what, two times already? Such a whore he was, and yet here he was begging for you to touch him.

A burst of pleasure shoots out throughout Prismo's body, the sounds of his third orgasm echoing throughout the room as his juices stain the already soaked bedsheets, "nGH~! O-oh g—goLB!" He whimpers, eyes shut tightly as he rides out his high as best as he could, continuing to grind down on the toy even after his high passed. The little shocks of overstimulation are just so addictive, feeling his walls flutter around the silicone of the toy and feeling the veins of it scrape against his walls.

"Look at you, such a pretty whore." Standing up from the desk, you walk over to the bed watching as he continues to pleasure himself as you approach, his thighs becoming shaky. Once close enough you grab his chin, the feeling of his stubble brushing against the skin of your palm, gently stroking a thumb against his flushed cheek as you stared into those tear filled eyes of his.

"You think you can come for me one more time?"

I love submissive whimpering characters

Scarab

A freak in the sheets

Literally

He hasn't thought about the idea of overstimulation, cause he hasn't done the hanky panky with anyone

Fucking nERD

A virgin if you will

He can't really do anything in his actual form, his suit it quite literally his exoskeleton

I'd guess he would resort to his human form if he had too

Unless he has sensitive spots around his exoskeleton (referencing that one AO3 fic by SimonPretrikovsWife thank you for gracing us with such a masterpiece 🙏🙏🙏)

Like Prismo, sensitive as well

And touch-starved

But confused on what to do

So you would probably have to take the lead for this one

Though since this is most likely his first time you'd probably have to hold back on overstimulating him when you guys do the deed

Doesn't mean you can't bring the idea back up when you guys have done it a few times >:)

Also controversial, but I believe he also whimpers but not as much as Prismo

"Can I keep going?"

Currently as of now, Scarab's human form laid right in front of you in your bed, clothes discarded all around the room except for his boxers. His pale skin was flushed a bright red, avoiding eye contact as they shyly nodded at the question. He looks so beautiful, especially with the setting sun coloring his body with yellows, pinks, and oranges, as he lays down underneath you with pillows and blankets scattered all around him.

Scarab had actually brought up the idea of getting more intimate with each other, though he had no idea what he was doing though since this was his first time actually going further with someone. Beforehand, you two made sure what the other wanted and what not to do unless they verbally said so, even coming up with a safe word in case it gets to much for them and gets overwhelmed.

"Okay, just relax baby.. I'll start off slow."

Smoothing your hands over their bare chest, you hear a gasp leave him when your fingers softly brushed over his perked nipple, a shiver going throughout their nerves. Smirking, you bring your fingers back up to the nipple, gently circling it at a teasing pace before pinching it softly with your index and thumb, further extracting a soft moan from the auditor beneath you, head thrown back into the pillows surrounding the two of you.

Just like himself, his moans are absolutely beautiful, watching as they rubbed their pale thighs together from the arising pleasure in his boxers and the look of lust becoming more prominent in their dark eyes.

"More.." Came the breathy response of Scarab, shy demeanor pushed to the side as they look up at you with lidded eyes.

Moving your hand further down, it hovers over the wet spot that was beginning to form in their boxers, a sound of embarrassment coming from Scarab as he covers their face only to peek through their fingers to watch your movements. Testing the waters, you merely palm at the spot at a slow pace, watching for any negative reactions. So far, none, as Scarab let's out a mirage of small moans and, believe it or not, whimpers.

Putting a little bit more pressure into palming, you start to feel small twitches through the fabric, the sounds Scarab was making seeming to become more higher in pitch the more time you spent. In a matter of seconds he was putty underneath you, lifting up their hips to feel more, a unfamiliar knot starting to form in their "stomach".

"I f-feel st—strANge..!"

"Let it happen, baby.." Scarab didn't know what they were expecting, but the sheer amount of pleasure they felt when that knot finally popped was an experience that nothing else can be compared to. Everything sounded so fuzzy, eyesight seeming to black out for a few seconds while his mind was consumed by the aftershocks of the pleasure.

When he was conscious of his own again, they found themselves staring up at the ceiling when you walked through the door with a glass of water and towel in hand. "You alright? You seemed out of it for a bit.." It was a simple question, an easy question that Scarab can answer.

"Yes..it was quite the experience.."

"Good or bad?"

Taking a sip of the water, Scarab thought over the overall idea of the experience, stringing together the words to give an exact replica of what he felt as you cleaned them up, being mindful of how sensitive he might be.

"...Good, very good."

After coming once he is all tuckered out for the first few times

And it's because of the lack of physical touch he has never experienced for centuries on end

If they were to go another round he would be overwhelmed and it might even hurt for them

But after a few times he's adjusted to it, even sometimes having enough energy to return the favor

Make sure he's comfortable and asking if he's okay during it

Praise makes this little bug so weak omg

Makes his stomach(?) flutter with butterflies

They deserve the whole world

Moans echoed around the room, Scarab in his bug form leaning against you while your hand was in-between their legs. Your hand was starting to cramp up from how fast you were moving your hand in circles. Doesn't matter right now though, Scarab's pleasure first.

Just not to long ago, you found out Scarab had a few sensitive spots all along his exoskeleton, you found out while cuddling them and accidentally brushed your leg up against their crotch, a visible shiver going throughout their body and a tiny sound escaping behind that mask of his.

"Glob..! I'm clo–osee!" Speeding up, you watched in awe at the auditor in front of you. Back arched, hands grabbing onto your arms in a vice grip, head thrown back, thighs clamping together making sure your hand isn't going anywhere. Glob they are such a beauty, they always are.

A particularly loud moan comes from him, his whole entire body spasming as if stuck by lighting, wings fluttering. Heavy breathing could be heard from behind the mask, eyes closed as their face faced the ceiling, recovering from the orgasm. Assuming his high rode down after rubbing small circles, you pulled your hand away from in between their legs, the cramps starting to be more present now that it was not moving anymore.

"Mm n-no.."

Looking up, his head was turned the other way, clutching at the sleeves of your shirt tightly as to make sure your hand didn't go any further. You waited for them to elaborate.

"I..I want to try the uh," He attempts to find the words for it, his facial expression seeming to become more embarrassed as glowing orbs of yellow dart all around the room, avoiding your eyes. You wait patiently, bringing the unoccupied hand up to their face as a way to comfort them. It seemed to work, their shoulders slumping a bit, leaning into the warmth of your hand, antenna seeming to relax from their upright position.

"Do you remember when you wanted to try overstimulation?"

It doesn't take a genius to know where he's getting at. "Are you sure?"

Scarab seemed hesitant, though as confident as he could, nodded a yes. Being given the go ahead, you pulled them onto your lap, a yelp leaving him in the process as their hands shoot for your shoulders. With a leg in-between their legs and your hands on their hips, you made sure to start off slow, moving them back and forth on your thigh.

Since they had an orgasm not to long ago, Scarab was still feeling the slight after shocks of it, the pleasure seeming to be more intense for him as little whimpers left his throat.

"Glob you look so pretty like this, did you know that? So pretty whimpering for me while I pleasure you.." The praise seemed to fuel him even more, as they started to grind down on your thigh to feel more of that delicious friction rubbing against their core. It made his mind dizzy with pleasure, pants and moans spilling out as they hold onto you for support, back arched.

It seemed the knot in their stomach formed much faster when they came the first time, his moans becoming more frequent as their grip on your shoulders tightens. A strip of salvia slipped out underneath their mask, his antenna and wings twitched in correspondence to the immense pleasure.

He was always insecure about the features of his true form, seeing them as "weird" and "anomalies" due to the amount of comments that he was told by his higher ups (FUCK YOU ORBO), leading to them hiding them away for years on end without ever showing them, even in private. Though with enough time and praise, they've soon come to see what you saw in them, beauty. It felt nice, after centuries of keeping them hidden, though they only do it in private or with you around due to the fear of the comments from others. You guys are working on it though.

The knot seemed to have gotten tighter, his breathing starting to become heavy as they feel themselves tipping over the edge, variations of your name spilling out as they slowly grow more aroused.

"G–gLOB! Close..! CLoS–e..!" Oh he turned into an absolute mess whenever it came to your touch. They swear that you have to be some type of deity to be able to put them in such a state, to be able to make them sound they way they do as of now.

"Is my beautiful Scarab already close?" You purred, one of your hands roaming up towards their chest, gently brushing at the blood red exoskeleton of theirs as another whine left them, leaning more into your warmth. "Such a good little bug.." The praise gave Scarab the final push he needed to the edge as they finally came, wings fluttering like a hummingbirds with a waterfall of noises leave their mouth.

Slowing down, you watched in awe as he flopped onto you, heaving heavily as they recover from such a experience though it seems that it may have drained quite a bit of energy from them..

Gently nudging them once their breathing evened out, his eyes peeked open, pupils a light shade of purple as they make direct eye contact with you. "Do you want to clean up now or do you wanna rest up first?" Saying it in a hushed tone, you already knew your answer when they closed their eyes again, melting into your body to absorb the warmth radiating off your body. Chucking, you placed a small kiss onto his forehead, pulling the sheets over you two as the both of you bathed in the afterglow.

As I said, I love submissive whimpering characters

(do not point out the fact that I accidentally rushed Scarabs part 😭😭)

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amphibiahawks321 · 3 months

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Huntress wizard : now you gotta be focused and aim it directly at the apple Aaaaaaand-

[Y/N focusing on the apple]

Huntress wizard : Shoot!

[Hits the apple]

M!Reader : Oh my glob I actually did it!

Huntress wizard : I must say I'm Impress

M!Reader : Heck yeah!-

[Kiss Y/N's cheek]

M!Reader : ......

M!Reader blushing : !!?!?

Huntress wizard : Chuckles why look so surprised? I gotta reward you for that bow skill somehow right?

#huntress wizard #huntress wizard x reader #reader x huntress wizard #adventure time #adventure time x reader #reader x adventure time #male reader

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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Inspire Me

Edward Nygma A.K.A. The Riddler x Male Reader

(This was inspired and technically written with The Riddler from Batman: The Audio Adventures in mind, but I feel like any version of Eddie works here)

Genre: Smut

Summary: Edward has caught an unfortunate case of writer’s block, but he can always count on you to inspire him

Content/Warnings: Riding, praise, pet names, Edward cums inside

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Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors!

“Nothing, nothing, nothing!”

Edward’s frustrated voice reverberated off the walls, the echoes of his anger ringing in your ears from the other room. You sighed to yourself at the sound.

No matter how smart Edward may be, no one is immune to writers block. It is a terrible plague that befalls evil and innocent alike, an indiscriminate ailment with no real cure, and he’d caught it bad. You could hear him quickly crumple up another few papers and toss them away, groaning loudly when they didn’t make it into the overflowing trashcan.

For days now he had been pondering like this. He didn’t tell you exactly what had happened, but the Batman had done something or other that had gotten under his skin even more than usual. He’d been doing next to nothing but seething and brainstorming, but it seems nothing substantial had come of it.

You always worried about Edward when he became like this. You hated seeing him upset, even if it was over something trivial, but you also knew that his greatest breakthroughs always directly followed his worst struggles. Any time soon now he would have his “eureka” moment, you could feel it.

Of course, that’s not to say he wouldn’t need any help.

“Oh, sweetheeeaaart!” Edward called to you in a sing-song tone. Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and you immediately rushed to him.

“Yes, Mr. Nygma?” You replied, poking your head into the doorway. The sight before you was a bit jarring, but certainly not unexpected.

Edward was sitting on the floor accompanied by mountains of discarded papers, half-done drawings of possible inventions or plans of attack surrounding him on all sides. A few metal knickknacks and machine parts laid scarcely about as well. He quickly brushed some of the discarded items away with his arm upon seeing the face you made, but it did little to help.

You could tell what he was going to ask you from the embarrassed, lopsided smirk on his face alone.

You and Edward had been a team long before you became his “muse.” He had discovered your brilliant ability to inspire him through…intimate means completely by accident, but he was glad he did. He wasn’t sure how it worked—maybe it was the desperately needed stress relief, or the endorphin rush of an orgasm; it didn’t really matter—but it was more effective than anything he’d tried before. He only used it as a last resort of course (he didn’t want you to feel as though he was just using you), but you were more than happy to lend him a hand.

Or a mouth.

Or a hole.

“My darling, my love, the light of my life,” He began, gesturing for you to come closer. He always did enjoy the overuse of pet names. “As I’m sure you can tell my recent attempts at criminal endeavors have not been very…”

He flicked a paper ball away with a bored expression as he blew a lock of hair out of his face.

“…Successful.”

“Yes, Mr. Nygma, I’ve taken note.” You flashed him an understanding smile as you walked towards him, papers crunching loudly beneath your shoes. “Is there any way I can assist you?”

Edward responded by simply patting his lap.

Once you’d planted yourself on top of him he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close with a sigh.

“Oh, my handsome muse! I’m afraid that my medium has not been kind to me,” He lamented, “Try as I might, no matter how many ideas I conjure nothing is good enough. I’ve exhausted all my resources…”

You hid your face in the crook of his neck, one of your hands sliding down his arm to lace your fingers with his. You gave a playful squeeze, and you could hear the faintest giggle slip past Edward’s lips.

“Eddie…” You whispered. Your warm breath against his ear nearly made him shudder.

“Yes, my love?”

You pulled back, looking him up and down and toying with the collar of his button up.

“There’s no need to beat around the bush, you know. If you need me to inspire you, you only need to ask.”

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“Oh, my inspiration! You beautiful thing, you!” Edward gushed, arms holding you tightly to his chest. The praise encouraged you to bounce faster, craving the feeling of his cock hitting deep inside of you. His restless hands groped and grabbed at every bit of soft flesh you had to offer, leaving no spot on the outside or inside of you untouched.

“Oh, Eddie!” You mewled in return as you leaned in to press desperate kisses to his jawline.

“Faster, sweetheart, please…” Edward pleaded. You could feel each heavy breath he took as his chest rose and fell against your own. Your hands held tightly to his shoulders to keep your balance, nails digging into the wrinkled fabric of his loose button up. “More, my love! I can feel it— I can feel your wonderful inspiration! You are absolute perfection, my muse!”

The best part of his sweet praises was knowing that he meant each and every word.

Edward adored you. You were the very spirit of his creativity, and he was reminded of it every time he turned to you for ideas.

Edward needed you in more ways than one, and he was never ashamed to show it.

“Oh, s-sweetheart—!” He stuttered, an unusual habit for him that only you were ever allowed to witness, “Sweet boy, I-I’m close—!”

He didn’t have to warn you; you’ve done this more than enough times to see all the signs. You felt every little twitch of his cock inside of you, and he felt every subtle quiver of yours in return. The feeling of your leaking member grinding against his stomach as you rode him brought him satisfaction to no end.

“My love, please, will you give me the honor…?” Edward asked, his words soft and sincere against your shoulder.

“Of course, Eddie,” You replied eagerly. You’d never hesitate to let Edward fill you up, just how you both liked. “Anything for you.”

It was clear you were losing your rhythm now, all your focus directed to angling your hips to hit just the right spot. Edward bucked up into you in return, throwing his head back with a drawn out moan as you squeezed around him. Soon he was thrusting into you wildly, desperately chasing his release.

“Yes, yes—! Just a bit more! God, mmph—! Perfection!”

His words of encouragement were sprinkled between frantic calls of your name, which soon took over any attempt at forming a cohesive sentence. He held on to you for dear life, practically screaming for you as he came. The sudden warm rush of him filling you was enough to give you the last extra push you needed.

“Oh, Eddie!”

Your last cry was shrill and broken, barely managed between incessant noises of pleasure. Edward hummed in delight at the feeling of your cum falling across his chest.

Soon you slowed to a stop, both of you going silent as you caught your breath. You rested your forehead on Edward’s chest as he stroked your hair tenderly.

“Oh, my love, that was exactly what I needed…” Edward said through heavy breaths. You couldn’t help but grin at that.

“I can feel the ideas flowing, the perfect plan is in my sights— Oh, yes! That’s it! I’m so glad I have you.” The more he spoke the more giddy with excitement he became, muttering to himself in who knows what languages as you stared up at him dreamily. He was adorable when he was like this. You pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, one you both smiled into.

“You have no idea how much of a help you’ve been, my love. I can’t thank you enough.”

You shifted in Edward’s lap, placing your hand over his where it rested on your side.

“You’re welcome, Eddie. I’ll always be here to inspire you.”

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the-possum-writes · 1 year

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can you do a marshall lee x male reader where he turns the reader into a vampire?

Vampire Bite

❥Character: Marshall Lee

❥Tags: sfw, established relationship, vampirism, comfort, male!reader

❥Synopsis: After sharing your human lifetime with Marshall Lee, you decided to take the next step in your relationship and seal the deal.

❥Taglist: @watchingfromthefloorboards @foxpearlwilder

Marshall doesn't usually walk on land, but he's making an exception today as he pushes an elderly man in a wheelchair, the sun is still shining, and he's dressed appropriately in long gloves, a sunhat, and sunglasses.

"It's a beautiful day today, not a cloud in the sky." You smile tenderly as you take in the landscape around you.

"Yeah, we're fortunate." Marshall agrees, despite how vulnerable and exposed he feels, but he repeatedly tells himself that it's a special occasion.

He drives you down a wooden walkway that has deteriorated due to time and constant salty mist, but it is still stable enough to support your weight as he floats and pushes you instead. "Whoops," he says as the wheel collides with a rock. For a split second, you jump, readjusting yourself on the chair as your wrinkly hands fix the blanket on your lap.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you flew us there?" Marshall shakes his head when you bring it up.

"It's better this way; let's not rush it." he insists.

"If you say so." You drop the subject, taking his word for it, and enjoy the birds flying in the sunlight. The wooden walkway eventually turns into a dock, and you hear ocean waves crash against the wooden pillars; your eyesight has been failing you recently, but there's no denying the cool breeze against your skin and the enormous sun resting near the horizon.

"Marshall, look! We made it just in time!" As you point to the sunset, you jolt up excitedly, your voice gave out, and you soon found yourself coughing.

"I wouldn't want you to drown in your spit after walking you all the way here, so take it easy." He gives you a gentle pat on the back.

"That'd be a real bummer. Then again, Marsh, I do appreciate you doing this for me." Even though you have a few missing teeth, you give him a huge smile as your eyes squint up.

Marshall knows this is the same guy he fell in love with and refused to let go, no matter how many human years have passed and how much you have changed over the years. This fleeting mortality, though limited, is beautiful in his eyes, just as you are. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you," he says as he pats your shoulder. A kiss on the cheek would be more appropriate, but he doesn't want to get sunburned.

As the two of you reach the end of the dock, the vampire stops pushing your wheelchair and makes sure you're comfortable by plumping your pillow and covering you with your blanket. As he floats over your lap (to avoid hurting your legs), you extend your arms and hug him as if he were sitting on you. After that, the two of you don't say much, instead letting the sun hang loosely over the horizon as its last rays of sunlight reflect over the waves. A few minutes later, Marshall leaned into your shoulder, but when he felt your chest flutter, he turned to look at you and saw that you were quietly crying as the sun completely set.

"It's so pretty..." you mutter, sobbing softly.

"There's still time to go back," he says quietly, wiping your tears away with his cold gray fingertips.

You respond with a smile, rubbing your eyes. "I'm not changing my mind; I'm just glad to have shared my last sunset with you." With the sun gone, Marshall removed his hat and gloves to properly give you a comforting kiss on the lips, resting his forehead on yours as he says. "...I just want to give you the options I never had," he says, and you agree with him. The title of Vampire King was not something he chose, and what's to give you the opportunity to decline if you suddenly reconsidered.

But you made up your mind long ago.

"Will it hurt?" you ask, determined but nervously offering your neck to him.

"I'll try to make it quick... Like a hospital injection "He promises, softly kissing your neck.

"Glob, I hate injections." You huff, trying to relax.

"I know."

You jolt up in your seat as Marshall pierced your flesh and tried to keep you in place. Although it was quick, as Marshall said, your limbs gradually became cold, much like when your blanket fell off your bed in the winter. Sooner or later, your heart rate slows down, almost as if you're falling asleep. When you wake up, the world seems lighter; you're surprised to discover that this is because you're only a few feet off the ground, which causes you to panic. "Easy there, I got'cha!" You hear Marshall Lee's voice coming from the night sky and feel his hand grabbing your own.

Even though it's dark, you can see clearly without a light source, which is when you notice your hand's lack of wrinkles. Looking down at your body and touching your face to see how you unconsciously transformed yourself back to when you were the most comfortable in your mid 20's, no longer tired or with sore knees.

"I feel like I'm going to fly away like a balloon!" You sob, clutching Marshall like a lifeline.

Marshall's chest vibrates in laughter, securing you in his arms. "Relax, I'm a good teacher. I'll show you everything about being a vampire, for free." he winks.

"Are you sure? I'm a slow learner." you jest.

"Oh I'm sure, more than ever!"

#adventure time x reader #marshall lee x reader #marshall lee the vampire king #reader insert #male!reader

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d4m14rt · 7 months

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my first translation/mi primera traduccion :D

Here I leave my first translation, I will publish it little by little, sorry if it takes me a while to upload some of the chapters, it is because I have a very busy school schedule.

aqui les dejo mi primera traduccion la ire publicando poco a poco disculpen si tardo un poco en subir algunos de los capitulos se debe a que tengo un horario escolar muy atareado

here is the creator's account/aqui las cuentas del creador

here is the original/aqui esta la original

a very special thanks to: arthurmorgansballsack for letting me translate your story

un muy especial agradecimiento a:arthurmorgansballsack por dejarme traducir su historia

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yum-grass · 6 months

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Finn mertens x reader with a LOT of hurt with some comfort?

Maybe it has something to do with reader not feeling good enough because of him constantly disregarding them for his other crushes or something?? Idk I just wanna feel hurt today >.<!!

Finn x reader

“Sorry I just don’t like you like that at all, whatsoever”

“all you can say is sorry?”

“Well… yeah I’m not sure what you want… so.. Im sor..ry?” He lifts up his hands as if to offer his apologie on a silver plater

Jake sighs and pinches his nose “not cool dude… we talked about this! You gotta-!” He loops his arm around Finn’s shoulder and in to a whisper huddle

You are going to florping cry

Not just because of how stupidly incompetent and insensitive he is but because of how nonchalant there being

You just showed him a vary cool and attainable thing but he still wants the ones that have been pre-ordered but he still can’t clock in to the fact than all of them are florping lesbians!

Finn clears his throat and turns around needling down and putting his arms up like he’s in a second grade rendition of Romeo and Juliet

“OH dearest-“

You slap him and he goes limp on the grass slumping over onto his side

“Your a bad person Finn, and I’m not just saying that because you don’t like like me I’m saying that because you are immature, inattentive, incompetent and insensitive not to mention you probably don’t even know what most of this words mean… I think you really cool Finn but you also suck butt… like really hard.. for a lot of reasons the stuff with fire princess the stuff with ice king the stuff with bubblegum” you sit down in the grass next to his collapsed form “but I’m not gonna stop being your friend I’m just gonna stop being a love interest for a while… I think it would do me some good” you look over to Finn who’s hand is over the slap mark you gave him

“Your like… strong… wow”

“Of course I am we go on adventures all the time, my sword alone is twice as heavy as yours and than I have the shield and my backpack”

“Oh yeah I guess I just never noticed you, at all… whatsoever ”

(It’s short and sucks but i hope you like it)

(I’m autistic and have a thing for making it as close to the vibe of the show as possible so it’s a bit silly)

#adventure time #finn and jake #finn the human #finn mertens #finn x reader #x reader #gn reader #fem reader #x male reader #jake the dog #at

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marcyvampire · 8 days

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⌜all тнe ѕтarѕ ιn тнe ѕĸ𝐲

ι dedιcaтe тo yoυ gυyѕ.⌟

Hey mortals and creatures of the night! Welcome to my humble abode where I spill my chaotic thoughts onto this digital canvas. This realm might get a bit tangled, but hey, that's just the way of the night, right?

REMEMBER BUDDY! If you want to make a request to me you must say the name of the character or characters, their fandom, where I can find them and do so cordially. I will decide if I reject it or not. Thank you ♡︎ ☺︎︎

Requests are currently open, so let's dance in the moonlight and conjure up some tales!

★ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍!!

#hora de aventura #adventure time #adventure time x reader #canon x oc #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #male reader #neutral reader #marceline #multi fandom blog #my writing #reading #writeblr #gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #fanfic #the midnight gospel fanficsteven universe imaginesadventure time imaginesducktales imaginesaggretsuko x readerwe bare bears x read

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gumycandyyy · 8 months

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Heyo I'm here to request that Male Reader x Winter King you wanted-

Anyways, can you write for a male Reader that used to be Simon and Betty's friend before the crown and the Mushroom War, who randomly shows up in the Land of Ooo? As in, Simon thought that they had died a long time ago, alongside Betty, but the Reader had survived through some odd means and got reunited with him?

Lol, if that's too much, then I'm sorry. It could be a fic or Headcanons, whichever you prefer!

⠂"ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏʟᴅ."⠐

⠂"ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ."⠐

AHJFHJGSKHA HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT SIMON?? I LOVE THIS WET CAT.

Winter King actually isn't this one, because I wanted to focus on Fionna and Cake ver. Simon

Male reader

Platonic/Romantic (I'm leaving it ambiguous, because I mean, c'mon. It's Simon.)

Type: Headcanons (With a drabble and oneshot mixed in)

Summary: An old friend shows up after a bunch of time-related shenanigans, and is finally ready to settle back down in Ooo. Though this sudden happening is quite a shock to Simon.

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-You used to be an old family friend of Betty's, and met Simon through her.

-Y'all were really close, and they invited you over for dinner every other weekend.

-But one day, you just...

-Vanished.

-Everyone thought you were kidnapped, and Simon and Betty were heartbroken.

-However...

-Through some odd means, you were kept alive for a thousand years.

-It all started one weird day when you bought a little doodad from a garage sale.

-the next thing you knew, you were in a big yellow cube with a pink wall guy.

-Apparently the little thing you bought was an item from another universe, and it was janking up Ooo.

-Aaaaand technically you just committed a serious crime by purchasing the little thing.

-And whether intentional or not, you now had to go on trial for this little accident. You tried to explain what happened, but you were found guilty.

-You were sentenced to a thousand years in some donked up time jail.

-Apparently, you wouldn't age in there, and a thousand years would pass on Ooo before you were set free.

-It was the worst thing that could've ever happened to you.

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-The time jail kept you from losing your sanity, and a thousand years later, you were released.

-You were teleported back to Ooo, which looked quite different than how you remembered it.

-It felt like an eternity since you've seen rolling green hills and a clear blue sky. An eternity since you've breathed familiar air.

-You heard something, about a hundred yards from you.

-You approached the loud noises to see some buff dude with a sick beard and robotic arm beating up some one-eyed monster.

-He punched the creature, and it was sent flying towards you.

-You ducked, and the dude noticed you.

"Ah, sorry man! Didn't see you there!"

-You assured him it was nothing.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

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You shook your head, then blinked confusedly. Well, technically you were. It had just been 1000 years. You tried to get your story straight, then told the guy.

"Woah, so does that mean you're technically a time traveler?"

You shrugged. Time travel hadn't been proven yet, has it? You weren't sure. You asked the guy his name, so you didn't have to refer to him as just 'the guy.'

"Oh, yeah. Name's Finn. Good ol' Finn the H."

"The H.?"

"Y'know, the Human?"

But you were human too. With all due respect, you asked him about his strange surname.

"Oh, uh.. My real last name is Mertens, but I like 'the Human' better. It's only recently other humans have started living in Ooo. So I'm kinda seen as 'that one human' y'know?"

You nodded, trying to make sense of what he said. what had happened that caused humans to leave Ooo? How was that even possible?

The two of you talked for a short while, and you learned a little bit about Ooo. You were used to knowing a lot, but you barely even recognized this place.

"Oh, you're from the 20th century, right?"

You nodded.

"I've got a friend from then, maybe you'd like to meet him? He's one cool dude."

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-You agreed politely, wondering if this 20th century man would help you adjust to life in whatever century this was. What century was this anyway? 30-something?

-Finn ended up taking you to a scrappy little bar filled with people that looked to be made out of candy.

"Anything you'd like to order?"

"Nothing for me, Dirt Beer Guy. Maybe he'd like one, but we're just waiting for-"

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"Simon?"

You stared in disbelief at the face of your old friend, who looked at you with the same expression. He was carrying something under his arm, but he dropped it in shock.

"No way, you know him? That's awesome!"

Simon slowly walked up to you, as if afraid you'd disappear at any second. Tears welled up in the both of your eyes, and you had to suppress breaking down right there. It hadn't occurred to you that this 20th century man could've been Simon, but now that you were seeing him, you realized you subconsciously wished it would be him.

He spoke your name softly, not much more than a whisper, as if anything louder would cause reality to shatter, or one of you to wake up from a dream.

"You... You're really here, aren't you?"

You nodded softly, not daring to say a word. Tears spilled out of your eyes, and Finn looked slightly confused.

"Do you guys, uh.... Wanna step out for a minute?"

You agreed, still quietly, saying it would probably be better to not make a scene. Finn gave you a thumbs up and shooed you out, saying he'd wait for you when you got back inside.

You stepped out of the little bar with Simon, realizing it got dark out while you were inside.

"So..."

"How about we take a walk?"

You nodded, falling into step with Simon as you walked into a nice little forest. The small stream rushing by provided ambient noise.

"How are you here..?"

Simon asked, with an air of disbelief. He blinked, wiping his glasses and rubbing his eyes. As if you'd disappear once he'd open them. You explained what happened, and suddenly gasped.

"If you're here, that means Betty must be here too, right? Where is she?"

Simon sighed, bringing his arms up to hold himself.

"She's..."

"She's not."

You decided not to pry, but you couldn't help but notice the sinking feeling in your gut. She was one of your best friends, and she was gone. But she was Simon's fiancee. It must have hit him harder, whatever happened to her. You'd ask later, when the emotional turmoil between the two of you wasn't so fresh.

You walked in peaceful silence between the two of you, listening to the sounds of the stream, or chirping crickets.

You took that time to study Simon, how his appearance changed, and things that stayed the same.

Same fashion sense,

same goofy circle glasses,

even the same walk you remember.

There was a white streak in his hair now.

Wrinkles on his face.

Something about him just seemed so...

Sad.

"You've gotten old."

Simon smiled, though it seemed bitter.

"We both have."

"I missed you, Simon. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you, Betty, or any of our other friends."

Simon stopped walking, and you copied. He seemed as if he was about to cry again. To be honest, you were too. Talking about all of this while looking him in the face didn't fare well for your emotional state.

He took off his glasses, wiping at his eyes. Simon smiled bitterly through it though. He seemed to be so lonely. You wondered where he lived now.

". . ."

He wiped his eyes again, then looked straight at you with an unwavering gaze.

"You have no idea how much we missed you. Even years after you disappeared, we still looked. Even when the police failed, we still-"

He inhaled sharply, breath shaking. He turned his head away, as if ashamed of his emotions.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, trying to provide comfort. Simon suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. You returned the embrace, holding onto him just as tightly.

Simon's breath shook, and you softly rubbed his back. You had no idea what he's gone through, and you were genuinely unsure whether you were helping or not.

"Simon..?"

His grip on you loosened, and he looked up at you.

You said nothing else, but you gently rested your forehead on his. He sniffed, then took a deep breath. Your hands fell to his waist, while his rested on your shoulders. Simon closed his eyes, cherishing this small bit of comfort.

After a few moments, Simon pulled away, bringing his fist up to his mouth and clearing his throat.

"W- well, today was certainly... Eventful."

You laughed softly, agreeing with his remark. The two of you walked back to the little bar, realizing you'd gotten farther from it than you thought you did.

Simon cleared his throat yet again, once you reached the outside of the bar.

"Yeah, Simon?"

He thought for a moment, then spoke.

". . .Thank you."

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Thanks for reading! I absolutely loved writing this, and Simon needs a hug.

Your complimentary artwork ^^

reblog for a beginner writer?

#no beta we die like Jake #simon petrikov x reader #fionna and cake #fionna and cake x reader #pre fionna and cake events #simon petrikov #simon petrikov is a wet cat #fandom #brainrot #finn the human #adventure time #simon needs a hug #fanfiction #selfshipping community #simon petrikov x male reader

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cupioromantic-simp · 4 months

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!Request things!

Fandoms

- pjo, hoo, toa

- adventure time,Fiona and cake

- Lego ninjago

- Dungeons and daddies (s1&s2)

- The Magnus archives

- Literally any other fandom you can throw at me

Will not do

- things that I find weird

- Oc content (sorry but it’s hard)

- Smut, lemon, lime, etc

Other things

- I’m fucking terrible at cxc I’m sorry you can still give me them but just warning you

- I’m more comfortable writing male or gn stuff and like mlm things because I’m boy-ish and gay-ish so I have more experience writing that

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celosindion · 6 months

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There's so little left for us [Chapter 1. Element ]

I would like to point out right away that the reader is male!

Sorry for any mistakes!

THE TIMELINES IN TWD AND RDR2 MAY BE A LITTLE BREAKED!

Warnings: blood, walkers, massive storm, gunshot, fang injuries and gunshot wounds, threats and much more.

Paring: The Walking Dead (series) male reader x Red Dead Redemption 2.

Legend:

*** - The beginning or end of a chapter of the story

--- - Time Skip

enjoy reading!

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The world has changed. Not for the better. The world has changed for the worse. Everything, literally everything, fell apart in a matter of minutes. A nasty epidemic has taken over the world. She turned the dead into the living dead, but the living were also in danger. Every person, even if not bitten or scratched by a walker, was infected with the virus. The virus doesn't choose. A small child, a pregnant woman or a decrepit old man - everyone is infected and sooner or later will turn into a walking corpse... Unless you eliminate the most important organ - the brain. If you stab a walker in the head, he won't come back to life again. This was the reality now. Gloomy, dangerous... But on the other hand... So wonderful because she was able to bring people together. Thanks to this reality, man learned everything from scratch. How to cope in the wilderness, how to survive, how to live again... How to love...

A crowd of people milled around the main square in Alexandria. Everyone was getting ready for the Kingdom fair, where the three communities could live a normal life for a while,exchange nice words, ask how your husband, wife or children are - Hill, Alexandria, Kingdom.

An elderly woman with long gray hair tied in a loose bun loaded a crate of pumpkins into a carriage decorated from half a car wreck. As soon as she put the heavy box down, she leaned against the cold metal of the side of the carriage and sighed. Her arms hurt, she had been working since morning. She raised her pale blue eyes and looked at the dark clouds moving at a snail's pace across the white sky. An unpleasant twinge of worry appeared in her stomach. She had a bad feeling, and as everyone knows, a woman's intuition rarely fails. She glanced slightly to her left when she heard a commotion. Another crate with drinks was loaded into the car by a tall man with a well-built figure. Years of fighting for survival, wrestling and working on farms to have something to eat, clearly helped him

- Do you think that's enough? We take quite a lot of it with us. - He murmured to the woman and looked into her old, tired but wise eyes. - I know we have to share and other such crap, but isn't a little too much?

The woman looked at the man and smiled slightly. She looked ahead, collecting her thoughts. She nodded in amusement and looked at the younger man again.

- Listen Y/N... This fair is important. We... Our communities complement each other, we help each other... This is the only day of the year where we can experience peace, at least for a moment. - The woman's voice was hoarse, as if she had been talking continuously. The man nodded in response and said in a quiet voice, as if someone had scolded him for a small thing

- You're right... I'm sorry, Carol. - Y/N raised his E/C at the woman, and as soon as he saw her smiling, he couldn't help himself either, the corners of his mouth lifted a few millimeters. However, the pleasant atmosphere was interrupted by Carol.She waved her hand towards Y/N as if scaring away a wild animal and said in a firm voice.

- No more talking. Go get dressed nicely, because we're leaving soon. - With that, the woman stepped closer to the young man and elbowed him teasingly but gently in the ribs. A soft chuckle escaped Y/N's dry, peeled lips. He raised his hands in surrender and walked away towards the estate.

He climbed the steps to the terrace of the house. From the outside, the house was covered with gray boards, the paint was already peeling off.He pushed the wooden door with the opening onto the screen instead of the window and went inside. He saw the warm decor of the house. Fluffy, cream carpet, light furniture, kitchen island made of marble. Y/N walked deeper into his home. He climbed the stairs to the first floor, to his bedroom. Alexandrians will be going to the fair, so you need to look good! He put on a black shirt that fit his figure, dark navy blue suit pants, and a jacket of the same color as the pants. He had a gun belt around his waist. He also put on a black, shiny tie. He was finally ready!

He looked at himself in the mirror in the corridor, and the cracked corners of his mouth slightly turned upwards. He left the house and headed towards the gathering of people at the gate.Most of the Alexandrians were already seated either in carts or on horses. He noticed that Aaron, sitting on the horse, was holding the reins of Y/N's horse, already saddled. Y/N's horse was a strong mustang, a stallion with a hot temperament, and very brave, with a mouse gray color.

Y/N nodded in thanks to Aaron for taking care of his horse. Yes... Aaron... a man who once resembled a puppy, now a big man, missing one arm, who didn't give up, even when life brought him to his knees many times. Y/N got on her horse and patted it on its strong neck. Finally, one could say that the procession from Alexandria moved forward. They were heading towards the Kingdom, so they had a long way to go. The sun, which had been pleasantly warm on their backs, was obscured by thick, dark storm clouds. Y/N had a strange feeling that Carol might be right. These clouds are disturbing.

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Definitely, if there was an award for foresight, Carol would probably have won two by now! Firstly, she knew that there was something wrong with the clouds, secondly, being a few kilometers from the Kingdom, she predicted that the storm would catch them. Daryl was sitting right in the front, riding a motorcycle. He tried to lead the group to the Kingdom as quickly as possible, but also as safely as possible.

Y/N was right behind Daryl. Loud, ear-piercing thunder boomed and it began to rain like crazy. Y/N raised his E/C eyes up and squinted as the rain was falling directly on his face. He noticed that the clouds began to flash suspiciously and terrifyingly... And it wasn't because of lightning! Something was wrong... Something was happening that shouldn't have happened...

- Daryl! We need to hurry up! There's something I don't like about these clouds! - Y/N tried to shout over the thunder and the noise of the rain hitting the trees, the ground and the rock-hard path.Y/N's voice was slightly hoarse from screaming and stinging. The entire group was soaked and freezing, women, men, animals and children.Everyone now wanted to hide somewhere and dry off, to avoid this nasty storm, but they had nowhere to hide!

- I'm just trying! We're getting close! - Daryl shouted. He could barely be heard. Y/N looked up again. The clouds began to flash faster and faster, accompanied by a loud bang.

Suddenly there was a blinding white light and an overwhelming heat, and a loud sound from the clouds made everyone in the group start bleeding from their ears.

Y/N started shouting for everyone to be careful, but he didn't even make it halfway through the sentence

Everything turned black. You couldn't hear anything except your own breathing and heartbeat. All this was accompanied by a feeling of levitation. Was death coming for them?

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Y/N suddenly felt extreme pain in his limbs. He squinted and lifted his eyelids slightly, which he immediately regretted when he was greeted by blinding light. He raised his hand and covered his eyes so that the sun wouldn't hit him. He propped himself on his elbows and sat down slowly and carefully. He looked around. He felt various emotions begin to overwhelm him. Fear, relief, confusion. The rain was gone... But neither was his group! Where did they all go? And where is he now? He didn't recognize this place.

Lush green meadows, lightly trodden paths, nearby tracks... And voices... Barely audible, but voices! Someone had to be some way from here. Y/N got to her feet and started walking forward. He didn't get very far before he tripped over something and fell to the ground. He spun to the ground, his E/C eyes immediately going to the cause of his fall. He didn't see a root or a stone... He saw a crater! The crater is several centimeters deep.

Y/N climbed up and climbed out of the crater with a grunt. He looked around at the area around him again and saw another crater and a large, gray shape within it. He carefully approached it and saw Y/N's horse lying in it! Without thinking, the man jumped into the crater and crouched next to the stallion's head. He stroked its muzzle gently and whispered.

- Hey boy... Hello... Get up, tough guy. - Y/N smiled to himself as his horse rose to its strong feet. He led the stallion out of the crater and mounted it. He started driving towards the sounds.First, he had to find out where he was. Secondly, he had to find out where the rest of his family was!

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The journey didn't take long. He found himself near a small town. For now, he stood from a distance and looked at the town. Wooden houses, full of people with horses, old-fashioned clothes Plus, these inscriptions on the signs... These letters... They looked like they came from a cowboy movie. He swallowed... After all, just an hour ago he was close to the Kingdom with his group, and now he is close to some town he doesn't even know!

Y/N started to panic... What happened to him? Where did he end up? Where is he?

Y/N suddenly heard a male voice behind him, hoarse and quiet.

- Are you lost, buddy?

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OH CHRIST. I wrote it! I'm sorry that so long. This first chapter is especially devoted to more twd, I don't want the action to change from second to second (I also hope I didn't do that). Either way, enjoy reading!

#x reader #x male reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #x male y/n #the walking dead #cowboy #red dead #twd #adventure time #zombie #walkers #van der linde gang #van der linde

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