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smuthospital · 4 months

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⭐️Degrees of lewdly: Eden⭐️

Premise: You're a spooky place youtube explorer, and you get lost in a big scary forest! Eden voorhees lol. Reader is fem. Enjoy!

Art by Minagami

Re-upload because tumblr took it down last time.

Content Warning: Non-con, kidnapping, tummy bulge, blood, Eden is Jason, Voorhees

Miners DNI

You've never really gone hiking before and it's proven itself to be a lot more difficult than you originally thought it would be. You like to explore places you've never been, spooky places. more for the thrill. you started filming it and posting your videos on youtube. You usually take some friends along, but all of your friends decided to be little babies this time since the place you're exploring is extra creepy this time. It's a large forest 20 miles away from your city. You borrowed your mom's car to get here. you always tell them you're at a friend's house because they'd kill you if they ever found out you're putting yourself in possibly harmful situations. This forest is known for creepy sightings, disappearances, ghosts, and lots of other things your viewers would love to watch. You've been to abandoned hospitals, cemeteries, tunnels, all that good stuff. You don't think you'll actually see anything, but you brought a can of pepper spray just in case.

The wind howls, making the trees dance above you. The shapes that were once branches in the day have turned into long gangly fingers that desperately reach for you and the bushes now house entities with red eyes and fangs that you imagine want to tear you to pieces! "Wow, guys. This might just be the scariest one yet, haha. There's probably some sort of scp in here with me haha!" You try to keep yourself company by talking to your soon-to-be viewers when you post this, but it's really just to keep you calm.

"I'm a bit lost. The trail kinda disappeared somewhere around here, I think. there's just so much long grass and it's more of a footpath than an actual trail." you complain as you try to spot any familiar landmarks. It's almost impossible. It might be easier in the day for sure, but the night masks everything. You step over decayed logs and large roots, feeling worry set in. What if you're really lost!? Your thoughts come to an abrupt stop when you hear a strange sound not too far from where you're standing. Your blood freezes as you feel a cold sweat coming on. Maybe...maybe it's a person? And maybe they can help you?..or..a monster!? No, (Y/n), this is no time to be silly! That could be a person willing to help you before you get yourself completely lost!

Little did you know you were already a mile deep, walking in the wrong direction.

“I heard a sound. It could be someone who could help me get back on track.” You whisper. You turn off your video camera's flash light and carefully make your way to where you heard the sound, being careful not to step on anything that could alert whatever it is of your presence. You don’t want to startle it, just in case it's an animal willing to protect its territory from invaders like yourself. The sound came from below you. There's a rocky slope leading down to a river. You get down on your knees and peer between the long grass. You can't make out much in the dim moonlight... until you spot a giant of a man dragging a sack through the shallow water. His size alone sends shivers down your spine. Even from where you're crouching, you could tell he would dwarf you the way a cat would to a mouse. You examine him a bit more.The sack is stained in a dark colour that is seeping through the fabric and into the water. You don't dare move a muscle or even breathe. You can't believe your eyes. This can't be real. Are you in a horror movie?

You make sure he disappears behind the tree line with the mysterious sack before letting out a breath. You didn't want to accidentally alert him of your presence in any shape or form. He was probably just a hunter. Yeah, he could have helped you, but he also could have added you to the wet sack and you were not risking that.

You stand up and turn around, ready to get as far away from here as possible, only to bump your nose into a tree. The collision causes you to drop your camera. That's strange. You don't remember walking around a tree to look over the cliff. You rub your nose in annoyance. Wait a minute... This tree didn't have rough bark like the rest of them...Your brain blanks out. You've been in denial this entire time, your brain working extra hard to rationalize what's happening. Before you is a large torso. You can't even see their shoulders from how close you're standing, just a wide, firm chest. You crane your neck up and it takes you a good three seconds before your brain registers that you're looking at the man from before..and he's wearing a mask!

He looks down at you with a focused gaze. You let out a short scream and try to run away, but being within arm's reach of the giant makes it too easy for him to simply reach out and grab the back of your top. He lifts you off your feet with one arm and brings you to his eye level. He cocks his head to the side, observing you slowly. He looks down at the camera you dropped and places his large boot on it, pressing down and crushing it. You start to hyperventilate. He's gonna chop you up and wear your skin, he's gonna keep you in a dark hole and shout "It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again!" You thrash in his iron grip, pushing at his large hand and sobbing untellable pleas for mercy, but your begging falls on deaf ears. "I-I'm sorry. I-I'll leave, I promise! Please let me go! I-I didn't mean to bother you, I'm sorry!" You cry. Your little struggle seems to have made your shirt ride up a bit, showcasing your supple flesh to his thirsty eyes. His eyes laser focus on your bare skin.

To your confusion, his hand reaches to caress your skin, feeling the smooth texture before slowly moving up. You wiggle more, scared of where this is going. His hand soon finds your breast and cups it before giving it a squeeze. He shudders. His breathing becomes heavier as he continues to mess with your body, his thumb rolling over your nipple. All you can do is whimper and wiggle in his hold. his hand begins sliding down and you scream. You suddenly remember you brought a can of pepper spray, whipping it out of your back pocket and pointing it at his face. Then as you were about to press down and unleash the fire juice, it was gone. In his hand that was previously molesting you lies the remains of your poor pepper spray, crushed and bubbling pathetically. He was so fast you hadn't even realized he snatched it. You just stare at him in horror. To your surprise, he's not even mad, too preoccupied with the need to explore your privates. You hold his wrist and look into his eyes. He looks back into yours as if telling you to stop. You hesitantly let go, and he nods as if to tell you that you've made the right decision. His hand cups your pussy through your jeans, pressing in a bit at the entrance. He seems eager.

He lifts you higher and uncomfortably sets you on his shoulder, his hand on your ass to keep you in place. You don't even bother struggling. You'll wait for an opportunity. If this man wanted you dead, you'd be dead. You don't want to provoke him. From your spot on his shoulder, You notice that he's got a hunting rifle strapped to his back along with a machete. He has an assortment of things attached to his hips among them being a hunting knife and bullet pocket. You shiver. One more off-putting thing that's just about forcing bile up your throat is that he's also covered in a dark wet liquid. You haven't noticed till now, but you haven't been breathing so his smell has now come to your attention. He smells strongly of iron. To that, you're not very surprised.

He starts marching down the hill you were previously watching him from. You have no idea how you saw him disappear through the treeline and he still managed to sneak up on you. He picks up the large stained sack where he left it in favor of locating his little spying mouse. It smells awful, the meaty smell assaulting your senses every second. It's been 15 minutes and an opportunity to escape has not shown itself. This is it. This is how you die. Your body will never be found. Maybe in a few years in a shallow grave by some hiker if you're lucky. This inhuman mass of muscle is going to cut you up and eat you. Maybe even skip cutting you up. He could probably eat you whole as pre-workout. He lifts his leg to step over a large log, his grip on your ass slightly loosening just enough for you to catch him off guard and slip off his shoulder. You grunt as you fall into the dirt and leaves behind him. You scramble up before the giant can scoop you up. You run in a random direction. You just needed to get away from him, getting out of the forest was a problem for later. You didn't even think about how fast he'd be. How could someone be so big and fast!? He took off after you and suddenly, he was on your ass. You've never felt such a primal fear as he chased you like a hungry animal.

A large hand grabs your shoulder and rips you backwards. You fall on your back and stare up at the man now on his knees in front of you, his body completely casting a shadow before yours. He gets down on his hands, caging you too the ground, his body inches above yours. You stare into the holes of his mask and into his rabid eyes. He leans in by your neck. You stop breathing once again, you think your heart stopped. You feel something large and hard pressing roughly into your crotch. You hear him take a deep breath and smell you..."Smells nice." His voice is deep and rough, but it sounds like he rarely uses it. You scream and begin to cry again, not being able to take it anymore. You fight him with all your might. He grabs your wrists with one hand. You hear him chuckle a bit before his hand comes up to cup your check. He suddenly squeezes it and twists your face around to get a better look at your features. He grinds his hips against yours, teasing you of what's to come. He roughly releases your face, before standing to his full height and dragging you up with him. He tosses you back over his shoulder, this time with an almost bone-crushing grip. “Name.” His tone is commanding. When you fail to answer right away, his fingers press into the area on your crotch. Threatening to rip right through. “(Y/n)! My name is (Y/n)!” He hums in response.

Hot tears run down your cheeks as he walks back over to where he left his murder mystery sack. He navigates through the forest as he knows it like the back of his hand until he comes upon a clearing where his home stands. A lonely wooden cabin. He drops the gooey meat bag on the ground. You cringe at the wet sound it makes on impact. You peer over at the sack to see a human hand flop out. Before you could react, he slams his hand over your mouth painfully. "Shut up." He waits for you to nod before removing his hand. He opens his front door and steps inside. It smells musty, like old wood and man smell. Not bad, but not amazing either. He walks up his stairs and sets you on a very large bed. You take a deep breath in, your stomach sore from being jabbed by his shoulder for the entirety of the long walk.

He doesn't let you get comfortable though. His hands are on you in an instant, grabbing your clothes and ripping them to shreds like tissue paper, you're naked before you could even hold any of your clothes together. Hungry eyes leer over you through his mask. You feel his hot breath fan you through the bottom of his mask. "S-stop it, please! Don't hurt me!" You beg. As if to mock your plea, his rough hand grips your plush thigh a little too close to your cunt and squeezes it tightly before shoving it against your chest, making room for himself between them.

He releases you for a moment, only to unzip his uncomfortably tight pants. You shut your eyes and look away, only to feel the soul-crushing weight of his cock slam against your lower stomach. You writhe underneath him, small sobs and hiccups coming from your mouth every few seconds. He pauses for a moment but ultimately decides to continue. You peer up between your wet palms and see him rubbing the tree trunk between his thighs while looking down at your pathetic form.

"W-wait! I-I'm not rea-" He grabs your thighs and forces you closer to him and lines his cock up with your entrance, he slides it up and down your folds, causing you to shudder. He doesn't care if you're ready or not. You shut your eyes as he presses forth. You scream in pain. It won't go in. You're too tight, he's too big and you're dry. The tip can't even get through. You whimper in pain. It burns. You need moisture. He lifts his mask a bit and you get a peek of his jaw. It's noticeably sharp and covered in stubble. You feel his saliva plap against your poor dry cunt before he puts his mask back into place. He tries to enter you again. You yelp. He gets a bit through before he can't anymore. He sighs. He was trying to be gentle. He didn't want to break you so quickly...

He grips your thighs tightly. You feel his nails dig in. You barely have time to register the pain before you feel like you're being ripped in two. He's forcing his way in. You immediately let out a scream and begin spazzing. He just continues until he reaches his base, more than snug against your insides. Drool leaks past the corner of your lip as you stare off into space. He breathes heavily and stares at the bulge he created in your lower stomach. He brushes his hand over it and watches as you whimper and twitch. He pulls his hips back and watches it disappear before ramming himself in again and seeing it jab through your insides. He chuckles.

You lay there, unable to do anything but feel what he's doing to you. You lift your arm and place it on his lower stomach, hoping to stop him that way. You feel his rock-hard abs through his shirt and push. "You're...adorable...fuck.. you're tight." He groans before he slams himself deep inside and you clench around him. He hisses and struggles to pull out halfway, your insides trying to pull him back in. He slams in again and presses himself as deeply as he can, firmly hugging your cervix with his cock. Your eyes cross as he thrusts in and out, keeping a proper pace. Moans spill from your lips along with jumbled-up words he can't make out, all of which sound like music to his ears.

He leans over you, forcing himself snugly against you again, his mask right next to your cheek. He groans as he feels you twitch around him. "Feel..so good... was worried you'd rip... you're only bleeding a little." You can hear the smug grin in his tone.

It feels so good. You're so ashamed, feeling good when you're being raped by a maniac. You clench your tear-filled eyes as he pounds into your aching cunt. The knot in your lower stomach bursts as you cum. He moans as you tighten around him. He stills for a second, just enjoying how you feel before he pounds into you like a feral beast. You're surprised your pelvis is holding up. He grips your waist tight and grunts as he empties his balls deep inside you. You can almost feel yourself getting pregnant. You feel too full. Your stomach bloats with cum. You feel hot and fuzzy. Your pussy is so very sore and your legs are numb. He pants above you. "I've been thinking of getting myself a little wife like you." He says as he slowly pulls his still throbbing cock out with a wet 'pop'. "You're a pretty little thing and you take my cock well. Be grateful I'm letting you live as my cock sleeve." He stands up, towering over your crumpled body once again. "My name is Eden. Your duties from now on are cooking, cleaning, mending my clothes and taking my seed. Do not make me repeat these orders. Object and I won't hesitate to remind you of your place. I was gentle this time." His giant cock is still dripping your juices. You can't stop looking at it. Ge takes notice and climbs over you before grabbing your head and forcing you close to his groin. "I see you love cock. Lick it clean then like a good wife. go on."

You look up at him and hesitate a bit too long. You see anger flash in his eyes and you quickly envelop his tip in your mouth. He groans as you lick your mixed juices off, going as deep as you can without choking. He moans and grabs the back of your head. He stares down at you with such intensity that you can feel him burning holes into you. You suddenly feel your throat being invaded and your nose pressing into his pubic hair, nose pressing into his crotch. He moves you back and forth, face fucking you. You struggle to breathe properly through your nose. You let out muffled whimpers and cries, sending vibrations through his cock. He grunts in pleasure before you feel a load of hot thick liquid being shot into your mouth and down your throat. You're so tired. He slowly pulls his cock back and laughs at your exhausted state. Your head flops back onto the bed, your jaw and lips so incredibly sore and raw feeling. "Good girl." He says before your sight fades to black. You explored a bit too much.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #slashers #noncon x reader #obsessive love #degrees of lewdity #eden the hunter

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rosella-writes · 10 months

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solavellan rivalmance things

since I'm replaying Virelan's file and she and Solas are actively hostile to one another in Haven, I thought I'd write up my idea of how it'd go if the da2 rivalmance system stayed in place and was better

the only two elves at the heart of chantry forces in the middle of a mage rebellion for how long? surrounded by people who assume they'd get along by nature of their matching ears? just adds insult to injury that Varric jokes about their conflict from the very first instant they speak (they're not Fenris and Merrill, Varric, please I'm begging)

they're drawn together by familiarity that's on this side of wrong, more willing to sit together and fight than be alone and at peace

the nights grow longer and so do their arguments, which turn into debates, which turn into stories, until it's almost dawn and neither of them have slept

Lavellan calls him 'flat ear' — he curses them in elvhen so old that their Dalish dialect can't parse it apart

Lavellan clings to Dalish tradition and prays the prayers every morning in camp, just to spy Solas regarding them with something like pity, or grief

he corrects their elvhen pronunciation and grammar — they call him 'hahren (derogatory)'

"I saw it in the —" "Elgar'nan, we know!"

Lavellan dismisses blood magic as evil and spirits as non-persons but they keep asking questions, more and more questions, and Solas isn't sure if they're asking because they're curious or because they want to mock him

he doesn't stop answering though

Lavellan notices at first that he only looks at their vallaslin when he speaks to them... and by the time they close the Breach, he glares into their eyes

Lavellan protects him, like they promised, and they shout at him to be more careful

Solas heals their wounds and scolds them under his breath… but it sounds suspiciously like worry

Lavellan tells Solas to go when Corypheus attacks Haven, pushes him towards the Pilgrim’s Path and doesn’t let him follow as they distract the dragon alone

He searches for them in the snow in the aftermath, a mournful, enraged wolf howling in the storm — why could they not have listened?

Lavellan’s alive

The sensible choice is to lead them to his home, his heart, where he held the sky back — he feels it too as Skyhold falls in love with Lavellan and their Inquisition

They find him in a dream, and things are easier for him in the Fade

“You’re the one who started with tongue” “I did no such thing!”

I mean I could go on lol

#solas #dragon age #solavellan #this is just Virelan and Solas who am I kidding #lavellan #rivalmance

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ganondoodle · 23 days

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Hello 👋

Swallowing my nerves at last to send you an ask! I was just wondering, what inspires your designs? Are their inspirations in stuff like movies or games? Or just things you come up with yourself?

i .. honestly its kinda hard to tell, sometimes i just randomly think of something, like some detail, or color combination and try to incorporate that into a design somehow; it can come from anywhere, like the color scheme of a pithaya/dragonfruit is something i have been wanting to make a design with for ages but havent come up with anything good in all those years ;O;

im a very easily fascinated by color, espeically in nature, like sometimes i just stop and stare at something like i froze in time bc i just woooooooooooooah color! i probably look like a weirdo doing that though

its really hard to pinpoint anything specifically, the most is probably .. other artists? i guess? which always makes me nervous bc my memory is shit in most areas of life and i worry myself to pieces whether i unintentionally "stole" an idea and just dont remember and think it was my own, it goes further that sometimes i see something that makes me want to draw a similar concept but dont bc i dont want to 'steal' even if that couldnt be further from my intention (have been accused of that before ..)

that said for my ocs specifically .. most are rather old and have just kinda evolved out of their awkward first iterations (shargons first iteration was a hauro-howl- copy that was really just some human covered in feathers .. another oc was once a hellboy copy but in green- havent drawn nor redeisgn them in ages lol), the biggest inspirations for them is a mix of animals, bonus if you dont see them often- im a big shark, whale and sea creatures in general nerd so i tend to take from them as a priority but always trying to be less directly animal and mostly just .. features that work together

Eadrya is one of the newer OCs- i started to write but then looked at my folders and oh they are from 2017 .., i even made a design timeline for them how much they, and my art, have changed back in 2020, so thats also way outdated now lol (they apparently started as a whale .. thing? its like a pokemon evolution lol)

this is them now (i like this sketch still, though shargons design is now also outdated lmao)

this ones from early 2023 so also outdated now but you get the point

for demons i try to be a bit more wild on shapes and colors while still adhering to the rules of how they work (humanoid form, demon form, animalistic, one element each and more or less made to fit that, 4 arms is very common, look to be bost scary and wild but also something that would make you stop in tracks and stare in awe and fear if you crossed paths)

often times designs just kinda .. happen, i have maybe the idea ok i wanna make something with a white and red pattern also moose or those big horned cows are cool and kinda scary so maybe sth akin to that (though this one is technically a redesign too- its also pretty much entirely different)

for non demons but still non human i go for a much more restrained design, mainly inspired directly by an animal and giving the color scheme a good spin, plus adding unconventional body shapes, like ki'ita is also a good example, her old idea was just orca anthro pirate and just by making the white green instead in her most recent redesign already adds that little spin to it

that can have its pitfalls though, as i often fall into the big arm small head small legs scheme over and over xD

alot of it is trial and error, deciding on the colors can take me hours bc im always searching for my little rule of having one contrast color that shows up in very few places to draw attention to it (like with Eadrya its those bright yellow eyes and thingy at their tail)

and that is all about myy own ocs, when its fandom stuff it works kinda similar though, either in the connections i wanna draw or just thinking it further- like how deities in destiny work also just kinda .. happened like an ever derailing train

like for demise i was at first really just im gonna give him horns bc horns are cool and he got those on the starting mural in the game- so how his hair work? well maybe it isnt hair actually and just unbound energy, im making him a deity too and fit hylias design to his so, yeah, then so how does it work, ok he gotta have a skeleton still, but what if his entire actual body is made up of pure magical energy with its core in the ribcage? with the core in the ribcage >:3c and the scales you see are just like cooled down lava as an armor bc his thing is fire and earth !! the normal blood? is a thin layer of skin imiated from mortals to keep the scales together and flexible so if he ACTUALLY gets hurt hed bleed magic that looks more like lava and any normal blood you see is just the armor- so why does he have a skeleton still instead of being just energy? maybe its gotta be bound to something OH and what if all of the deities started as mortals like a mirror to the trio later on and the gods cannot have direct influence to the worlds so they needed a right hand that is neither god nor mortal but both by killing a mortal by whatever their element will be (demise burned, hylia drowned etc) and their skeleton and spirit is kept but put into a body of magic- OH what if their spirit core is like almost piloting their bodies like a mech in a way bc if youd look close youd see that every strand of magic is actual a hand of their spirit so it makes it more weird and other bc hed be able to reach out with thousands of burning claws of all shapes and sizes like the beheaded forest god at the end of mononoke- SO if hed lose and arm or something all those strands would untangle and rearrange his bones back together-OH MY GOD the whole armor idea works so well for ghirahims dark armor so what if demise had two swords once and lost one and since has forged an armor similar to his own for ghirahim out fo fear of losing him t---

and that all is a process that happens over several weeks and months not rarely while i am drawing something mindlessly and suddendly *have a thought* and omg that makes so much sense-

so "what" inspires my designs? an ever derailing train of thought about making cool thick monsters that arent the evil thing to get rid of for once? cool color schemes? idk it just kinda happens??

#ganondoodles answers #dont think this was the point of the ask #maybe i shouldnt actually try to answer any questions bc im inherently bad at ... having an answer #i havent even gotten into the anatomy of demons in my oc stuff #yes they ... they got organs #i dont know why id need to think about how and what and their arrangmeent #but i ssure did #I DIDNT EVEN GET INTO HOW DEMONS WORK-#wasnt the ask #my brain is an unstoppable train that never lets me rest #writing soem stuff out like that really makes me realize just how MUCH THERE IS #no wonder i got not space left for any actually important information #like i couldnt tell you my phone number i have had for years but i sure could draw an anatomical study of a demon oc lol #this took me an hour to write.#why am i like this

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sgt-seabass · 1 year

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I heard you escaped Steve's home!

But is the man you bump into in the woods a friend or foe?

𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏

✧˚ · . 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘮𝘱. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦.

pairing — werewolf!bucky x reader w/c — 1.8k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. listening to — ♫ dark side of the moon, suisside warnings — general dark elements, allusion to steve kemp being a cannibal and holding women captive, reader is missing her left arm, non-major character death, reference to violence, reference to stabbing injury, werewolves lol, smut, non-con turned dub-con (p in v sex), breeding kink, knotting, tongue play kinda, possessiveness, monsterfucking, a kinda nice ending lol a/n — written on my phone. not beta read. navy you fucking menace look what you made me do 😌 thank you to @rookthorne for letting me scream at you about this.

You’d done it.

Steve was dead.

After the locking mechanism to your cell had failed due to a storm overhead, you’d managed to get hold of a butcher's knife in the kitchen.

Steve hadn’t seen it coming when you plunged the knife into his chest while he napped on the couch. He didn’t die immediately. There was a struggle, and you sustained a stab wound to your side when Steve almost overpowered you.

It was hard as Steve had already given you a disadvantage. Several days ago, he had taken your left arm for his sick purpose.

But he was too weak from your sneak attack, and he collapsed on top of you with his dying wheeze.

You’d tried to free other girls, but you were the only one left. And when you’d found Steve’s phone, you were unsurprised to find there was no reception because of the heavy rain that battered down on the roof.

You dressed in one of Steve’s warm sweaters and sweatpants, tucking his phone into your pocket to keep it safe from the rain.

The left sleeve of the sweatshirt swinging empty, covered in his blood and your own, you stumbled out into the night.

The rain was pouring down, lightning flashing across the sky before the thunder rumbled. It was the kind of weather that made you want to snuggle into bed with a book and a cup of tea. Instead, you were stuck trying to find a neighbouring property.

Your bare feet sunk into the muddy earth as you dragged yourself into the woods surrounding Steve’s property.

Asshole. Living in the middle of nowhere.

You cursed Steve’s decrepit soul as you wandered into the forest. The flashes of light helped you make your way through the darkened trees, but it felt as if you were walking in circles, with no sense of direction to guide you.

After some time, you stopped for a break, your legs tired, and your body fatigued. You leant against the trunk of a tree, breaths coming out in short pants. Finally, the rain began to ease, the storm passing. The clouds opened up, allowing the moon to be revealed.

You marvelled at it for a moment—a beautiful full moon.

If this is where you were destined to die, it was pretty at least.

The sounds of wolf cries into the night sounded, but they fell on deaf ears as you focused on keeping yourself conscious.

Your hand clutched at your left side where Steve had stabbed you, the wound throbbing and making you woozy. Maybe you could rest a little. Just sit and close your eyes for a while.

You slumped against the bark, your legs beginning to give way as your vision blurred with a vignette at the edges. Was this your final curtain call?

The wind howled through the trees as you fell to your side, your blood mixing with the mud. You were just so tired.

Another cacophony of animals sounded, growls and barks nearby. But it didn’t matter, not when your body was ready to bid the moon an eternal goodnight.

With a grunt, you rolled onto your back, tears swelling as you gazed at the glowing full moon.

I’m not ready to die. Mr Moon, won’t you grant me a second chance?

Your eyes closed, and everything went dark and silent.

It was hard to discern what you noticed first as you came to.

Was it the snarling and panting? The wet slobber of a large tongue across your skin? The fur that tickled you? Or the cock that was nestled at your entrance?

Definitely the last one.

You opened your eyes with a gasp, and you screamed at the sight of the thing on top of you.

A monster. Pearly white sharp teeth, a large imposing figure, and dark fur that covered its whole body.

You were pinned down on your back by a werewolf. Like a picture book come to life.

The wolf-man didn’t seem perturbed by your screams. He was feral enough as it was. His drool dripped from his snout onto your chest, your clothes already torn away while you were unconscious.

Shit, the phone. You tried to sit up to find it, but large claws dug into your skin as a warning not to move.

“Are you going to kill me?” It was a bold move asking the beast a question, but he didn’t answer, instead licking a long stripe up your neck and over your cheek.

The werewolf licked at your side where your wound was, and you gasped when you glanced down to see it healed. Did he save you?

“What—? I— I don’t understand—“ You were silenced when the wolf brought his tongue to your lips, invading your mouth with his wet muscle.

You tried to squirm, but the beast held tight as he fucked your mouth with his tongue, his huffs getting deeper as growls rumbled from him.

His inhumanly large cock prodded at your entrance, your eyes going wide when you felt the way his natural lubricant gave him an easy slide in.

The werewolf pulled back with a howl as he sunk himself into your waiting heat, his fur puffing up and tail going rigid.

It was all too much. You’d expected death, and yet, you were at the mercy of a beast instead. The pleasure that came the deeper he got, and the more he stretched you was enough to have you howling too.

You felt full to the brim, and he was just over halfway. “Ah! Stop! You’re not going to fit!”

But the beast kept going. He curled his arms around you, cradling you against the forest floor before biting into your collarbone to stabilise himself.

He ignored your cries as he rutted deeper, rocking your body with his as he made you take his entire length.

You felt a little ridge when he reached the fuzzy fur at the base of his cock, and it was enough to have your nerves alight with arousal.

The scent of this mysterious man had your head swirling as if you had inhaled an aphrodisiac. His very being was turning your body into what he needed. A fleshlight to fuck his seed into.

He kept you close, sweat beginning to sheen across your skin with the heat radiating from him. When the beast started to thrust deep and hard, your fingers dug into his fur to hold on.

The beast whimpered when you touched him, and you properly got a look at him. Hulking and massive with red eyes that shone like a bright ruby. He was breathtakingly beautiful in a morbid way. A beautiful horror you couldn’t look away from.

You ran your hands down his arms, only then noticing that one arm wasn’t furry at all. It was metal, but the appendage had taken a beastly form too, so it suited the rest of him. It was his left arm, just like yours.

When your eyes met, the wolf thrust particularly deep, causing you to moan out. And you could swear there was almost a smile on his snout.

Resuming his brutal pace, the werewolf began fucking without resolve, like nothing more than an animal desperate for its primal release.

You had no choice but to hold on as he bit into your shoulder, holding you still like his prey as he panted and groaned, cock swelling bigger as he started getting rougher.

“Fuck! I can’t—“ A large paw covered your mouth, silencing any further words.

You were ready to keep protesting until the beast changed his angle, his sharp nailed feet digging into the dirt, and the bulbous tip of his cock pounding against your g-spot.

Stars burst behind your eyes, and your body began to shake uncontrollably from the absolute bliss that took over.

He didn’t stop. And before long, your toes began to curl as an orgasm approached.

Sensing your tensing body, the werewolf growled in your ear as if he was beckoning you to cum for him.

You let go, allowing the intense orgasm to wash over you.

Your sounds were muffled behind the man-beast’s paw as you came, your feet kicking at his back and ass as you shook. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

The wolf watched it all, drinking in the sight of you.

You felt the ridge at the end of his cock begin to get bigger, the ring of muscle catching at your entrance. It was a little painful as the knot pulled at your entrance with each feral thrust, but luckily the werewolf buried himself deep.

His pelvis ground against you as he whimpered and yipped.

An odd barked growl was the only warning you got before the knot swelled fully and plugged you.

The first shoot of cum entered you, and you moaned at how warm it was. Just like the rest of him. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself just to feel as you were filled with the seemingly never-ending stream of release.

The wolf moved his paw from your mouth, placing it on your belly where his seed was planted deep.

It gave you tingles, how his nails raked across your skin, not enough to cut but enough to leave marks.

He massaged your belly, causing some of the cum to seep around his knot, the pressure too much. You cried out, placing a hand over his to stop him. It felt odd.

The wolf looked at you, his head quirking and blood-red eyes narrowing. Was he insulted you tried to stop him?

“Mine.”

You were shocked at the deep timbre and surprisingly sultry tone of the werewolf. It was the first word he’d spoken, and it was enough to have your thighs clenching against his hips.

“It’s too much when you—“

“Mine.”

Alright. So he wasn’t a conversationalist. “Y-Yes. I got that bit. Uhm. Please don’t push on my—“

“Mine. Home.”

“Stop cutting me off— Wait. Home?” You asked incredulously, confused by the new word in the wolf’s vocabulary. But it started to make more sense when the man-beast picked you up, holding you to his chest as his knot kept you connected. He was taking you home.

He began walking, and you sighed at the sight of your clothes and Steve’s phone discarded in the mud.

So much for an escape.

“Do you have a name?” You conceded. If the beast was taking you home, the least you could do was know his name. Although, maybe he’d turn human again? What would he look like?

“Bucky.”

“Thanks for healing me, Bucky.” You murmured awkwardly, and the beast huffed in response. His knot finally let you go, so he moved you to his hip, carrying you like precious cargo even when his fur began to get wet with the cum that seeped from your core. “Do you know more than three words?”

“Mine. Home. Bucky. Mine.”

An amused snort left you. “That’s… not what I meant.”

You curled yourself into the werewolf’s fur. Despite the circumstances, he saved you. He made you feel good when all you’d experienced was pain and suffering.

For the first time in a long while, a smile graced your lips. This was undoubtedly a fate better than death.

“Pretty girl. Pretty smile.”

You glanced down, embarrassed from the compliment, just in time to see Bucky’s tail begin to wag. “So you do know more than three words.”

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#ambs answers #navy 💙#ambswrites #Bucky Barnes #dark bucky barnes #werewolf bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #Steve kemp #dark bucky barnes x you #dark bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan character #sebastian stan #dark fic #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfic

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ohbo-ohno · 2 months

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After rotating your non con puppy play ghoap stories in my head non stop, I had a Thought:

There's fleshlights that are short and open ended called quickshots, and maybe Ghost decides one day not to cage his pup for their walk, but instead to be really mean and let Soap get hard, encourage it even, but shame Soap in the process. He slips the quickshot over just the head of Soap's cock where its so sensitive and then uses KT tape to adhere it to Soap's belly. As his pup crawls after him, the stimulation gets him hard and yay he's not caged but oh no now he's hard and his cock is out the end of the toy and on full display and he can't do anything about it and Ghost (or one of the others) comments on how the pup must be enjoying his walk, look his little cock is out of its "sheath". Can't stop crawling after Ghost, can't touch himself, can't stop the stimulation or get soft, just whimpers even more

(If this is too much I'm sorry, please ignore! - 🦨)

this is referencing my lil mini noncon puppy play verse - howling and barking, kinktober 11, kinktober 20, and this oneshot!! go read the triggers of at least one of them, they'll apply to this too :)

okay okay okay hello skunk you've come in with a hell of an ask for your first!!

my day 11 kinktober is (to my knowledge??) my only foray into public sex, and it was smth i did to try and push myself a bit - that day specifically is probably the only piece of my stuff that i felt actually kind of uncomfortable writing, it gets to me for some reason haha. public sex is usually a hard no for me

it also exists in that limbo kind of universe that any heavy bdsm erotica does, which is like "this is not at all realistic or really possible, but we're all horny here so get over it" yknow??

anywayssss

i had to google quickshots (here, for those curious lol) and (1) they will almost definitely be making an appearance in my stuff at some point because you cannot tell me that ghost wouldn't edge soap with that and (2) im obsessed with your vision

smth about soap's dick being taped to his stomach... keeps trying to hump something to get any stimulation but all it does is rub the head of his dick against his abs :( maybe if he works had enough the quickshot will shift just the tiniest bit, but it's never enough to do anything for him

he'll be kneeling beside ghost outside while the other man smokes a cigarette, quivering and just barely shifting his hips, whimpering and whining cause he's so desperate but he doesn't want to humiliate himself further :( inches his hips just a little further up once and yips real loudly, nearly crumples in on himself when he hears laughter

nearly collapses on the walk back to their room because he's so fucking close and ghost just drags him along, nearly strangles him with the leash :( johnny's yipping and barking, trying so hard to crawl fast enough and the way his chest heaves and the way he curls in on himself a bit rubs his cock just right and he's got the really long, really miserable orgasm as ghost drags him along :( hears ghost groan and complain about being tired of having to clean up after his puppy :(

#dark fic #asks and answers #🦨 anon #skunks are so fucking cute #ghoap

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hungerpunch · 4 months

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okay actually. i am maybe going to cry lol. here is a non-exhaustive list of the medical professionals i have seen since i was in seventh grade:

too many internists (as primary care/general practice) to actually count. well over a dozen.

two neurologists

one spine specialist

seven physical therapists

two chiropractors

four massage therapists

three dentists

one oral surgeon

i have had many MRIs and x-rays. i have had a lot of blood taken. i have taken rounds of steroids and muscle relaxers for pain/symptom management. there have been times i could not turn my head to one side for months at a time. i have scoliosis, which wasn't figured out until the fifth or so physical therapist, even though previous chiropractors had taken x-rays of my spine.

here is a non-exhaustive list of reasons why i sought such intensive care:

debilitating migraines

severe back pain

severe neck pain

bad pain flares in my back teeth during times of stress

ear aches

here is a non-exhaustive list of things i have been told about myself by these professionals:

the enamel on my teeth was worn off and had to be artificially reapplied "because" i "brushed my teeth too aggressively."

that the reason my ears hurt was "because" i "cleaned them too aggressively" and there was no protective ear wax left.

that the lowest three discs in my spine were degenerating.

that i was grinding my teeth in my sleep.

that i was hyper-tensing in my sleep and that i should "take xanax daily & nightly to make it stop."

that i had scoliosis. (this one is 100% confirmed)

that i needed therapy to become less stressed so my muscles would relax.

that i needed massage therapy and other various treatments to address how tight all my fascia was in certain parts of my body.

that i should try mouth guards because the teeth grinding had started to do real damage.

that i should enter a sleep study for how intense and chronic my insomnia was.

that the pain in my hands/tingling in my fingers was because my wrists were too weak.

that there was "something evil stored" in my neck

and then. an anon yesterday asked if i had tmj. and i said probably not. and then @chronodyne slid me a message that said "re: tmj, mine is myofascial and i also don’t have the clicking/trouble opening my mouth."

so i did some reading.

starting with myofascial tmj got me here (cedars-sinai.org)

i paused to look up bruxism, which turns out to be the medical term for grinding/clenching your fucking teeth:

highlights are things i have experienced and sought or had medical attention for (dull headaches are not highlighted because i have only ever sought medical attention for migraines, though i certainly have dull headaches all the time).

okay. so i know i clench my jaw/grind my teeth in the daytime. and a dentist has told me before that it's evident i do it in my sleep, too. just the other day i woke up with a ravaged inside right cheek from chewing it in my sleep. so i can safely self-diagnose bruxism.

back to tmd.

highlights are symptoms i have experienced. i did not highlight teeth sensitivity because i would classify it as pain instead. but you don't understand the howl i let out internally when i read the ringing in the ears and numbness/tingling feeling in your fingers bullet points. i have been operating under the assumption that i have tinnitus and probably a very scary autoimmune disorder that i just am better off ignoring (this is not medical advice, it's avoidance). i'm not saying i don't have those things, but i also never knew there were other possibilities.

over the course of my life i have had many injuries to my neck and actually i have also had a pretty severe concussion before, which i would classify as a head injury. i have many of the symptoms listed for tmd. i have even undergone, incongruously, many of the treatments for it. so many doctors have noted and attempted to address issues with my fascia, with my muscles, with my tension.

it raising its ugly head when i'm stressed makes sense i literally said in my post yesterday DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ANYONE WHEN THEIR BLOOD PRESSURE RAISES LOL SOB

i cannot conclusively diagnose myself with tmd or, for that matter, with mps (myofasical pain syndrome, which i had also never heard of!). but i am so, so frustrated because i have never even heard these words. i have never been screened for these things. no medical professional has ever discussed these possibilities with me, even when they're treating me for several of the symptoms!

i'm crying for all the tests i've undergone that led to nothing. always, infuriatingly, labeled a medical mystery. for the rounds of steroids and muscle relaxers i've been prescribed. for the painful manual manipulations i've been subjected to. for every single person who ever touched my body commenting on how tight/tense my neck is. for the addiction that stemmed from that first xanax prescription when i was 15 that caused so much fucking grief in my life. for the chronic pain that has swallowed whole decades of my life and sapped my energy since i was a child.

none of these symptoms were ever NOT disclosed to a medical professional. at each one, i did the immense labor of dragging out my entire, perplexing medical history, including injuries and past issues and treatments. but nobody ever thought to consider this? nobody, with all those degrees, with those long careers, with all those patients, ever thought to consider this? while i was in all those paper gowns, on all those cold tables, getting poked and prodded, crying, paying for tests i could not afford, so sleep deprived i thought i'd die at 25, nobody considered this?

anyway @chronodyne suggested seeing an oral surgeon to discuss this so. i guess that's what i'm looking up next.

#caitlin if this changes anything i owe you my entire fucking life #my lyfe #medical bullshit cw #the kvetching department

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legendarybearknightcookie · 2 years

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Out In the Snow

Hi! This is the first fanfic i’ve ever posted! Up to now, I’ve just been typing away ideas on a google doc but my lovely obsession with Dottore makes me think that I’ll be writing more about him this year. So, I was hoping to post these as I complete them :) (I kinda just write fanfics for fun, and don’t really care much about grammar so uh. Sorry for the run-on sentences! :,D)

Here is a short fanfic. Backstory...you’re Scaramouche’s assistant who got injured so he takes you to the best doctor he knows, Dottore. He’s not very happy about it, but does so anyhow lol. You’re not very happy with either of the psychopaths and have been trying to get away from the fatui for a while now.

I originally wrote this before Dottore’s in-game design came out, but the descriptions of his outfit works pretty well with his new design. So feel free to imagine him however you’d like!

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WARNING: a bit of non-consent! Because what’s a Dottore fanfic without it! WHOO! (I know u whores like it)

The wind was howling in rage, snowflakes sharply flew against your cheeks and your clothing was damp to your knees. Every inhale was icy cold, sending sharp pangs to your frigid lungs. You cling onto your flimsy coat, knuckles whiting as you did so. The only warmth your body provided was from the ferocity that lit your persistence, but even that was weakening. The father you got the more you were starting to lose hope. Your initial arrival there didn’t seem nearly as far as this. But you knew that that mad man would be out there chasing you, even in this weather. Your sniffling became more frequent and your drowsiness grew with every step. You were starting to fear the reality of the circumstances. Even if you failed to reach a town, he might not find you and you’d stay frozen in the snow.

Your thoughts kept trying to rationalize your decision, you even felt a tang of guilt for leaving.

“Maybe he wasn’t that bad, I know he’s human, he was just treated unfairly. I left without saying anything, maybe…I overreacted, maybe he’s out there panicked that he can’t find me. Maybe he truly cares. More than Scaramouche? At least he treats me as though I’m interesting...worth something” your mind races with thoughts as though you were in a fevered state.

The snowy trees before you begin to blur, more unclear than the storm had already made them seem. You were gasping for air at this point, not realizing how much the altitude had affected you. So you stood still, barely having enough strength to stand. You were convinced that if you could just lie down for a moment, it would ease the heaviness you felt. Still gripping your coat, you crumbled to the ground, your legs giving in halfway. You were shaking, trembling. You’ve clearly overestimated yourself, but you were too exasperated to even give into your tiresome thoughts. There you were quivering in a ball, as you let the snow cover your form.

Somehow, just barely, you could make out a shape in the distance. In foolish optimism, you kept your eyes open in hopes that it was someone who could help. When the figure headed in your direction you smiled weakly, only focusing on the in’s and out’s of your breath as your savior neared. But your dazed state faded as soon as you heard that deep, manic, chuckle.

Even then, your adrenaline rushed at the sound of his voice, and you attempted to lift yourself from the ground. Your arms were far too weak though, hands slipping beneath you each time you tried. Tears began to well up in defeat as the crunch of his footsteps came to a halt.

Dottore still hadn’t spoken, he loomed over you grinning as his coat ruffled in the wind. You stopped struggling. As if you were some sort of prey, you froze up when he looked at you like that. You felt the dread pent up inside you. You wanted to be saved by him but you were far too afraid of the repercussions. You held your breath, sniffing back your tears, everything felt far more terrifying like this. Small. Fragile. Bunny.

Dottore broke the silence with a softer tone than you had expected, but the anger in his voice was still present underneath “My, my look what we have here, another test subject~ It seems I’ve been running low recently, my favorite one decided to ran away.” he taunted.

He lowered himself to your level and you could see his features more clearly this way. You damn yourself for looking up so admirably. “Did you really believe you could make it in this weather with only a lab coat that you stole from my workroom?” he scoffed and you wanted to bark back, but you were far too aspirated to do so.

“Honestly, I'm impressed you made it this far little assistant. But I would have found you either way~” His tone wavered, as he broke into a small fit of laughter. You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back a whine. He was just crouching there watching you freeze, and you were growing more and more desperate.

“You know, you’re cute when you’re helpless like this. Maybe I should just leave you here to let you ponder what you’ve done” he was still grinning wildly, observing your reactions as he continued “…but I won’t, that prissy harbinger would throw a fit if he knew I let you die”

Every time he spoke you could see the warm puffs of air escape his mouth. He was covered in layered coats, you’re sure he designed especially for weather like this. He seemed so warm…all you wanted was to be near him. In a moment of weakness, you reached out a shaking hand trying to hold onto a piece of his clothing. He simply followed your hand with a stern, uncaring gaze. Letting you struggle for a moment before pulling away. The edges of his lips twitched, as he amusedly watched the distress in your eyes, but he didn’t torture you for too long. In an act of humanity, he picked you up and held you close to his chest.

“If you’re smart, you should never try something like this ever again…” his voice lowered, almost to a growl. His tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, heeding his warning.

—-- (Dottore’s Perspective)------

In all honesty, he felt relieved.

When you had left without notice, it drove him over the edge. He left the lab in a blind panic, leaving the fatui guards worried about his inevitable outrage. He worried that you may have found the tracker he placed on you and broke out of it, but that anxiety had faded the moment he had you in his grasp again.

It was mesmerizing how you could simultaneously bring him such distress and peace. He needed you there with him, but he also understood why Scaramouche had been so desperate to have you back and well. He would have to let you go soon. But not now. For now, he would try to keep you with him as long as possible.

Letting out another puff of air he looked down at your now sleeping form. Snowflakes dusted your eyelashes, your cheeks were tainted pink from the cold. When he arrived back, he laid you near the fire going off to grab medication to lower your fever. He sighed again, looking at your weak demeanor, even in your sleep you were trembling. He had no doubt that he could cure you, but he didn’t like to see you…like this. On the other hand, you were perfectly vulnerable and reliant on him in this state. He decided that it would be best to focus on that aspect instead.

He lifted you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your figure, and placed his coat over you for added warmth. Stilly, he observed your breathing, the way your plump lips stood slightly agape. He never considered himself much of a flustered man but you often seemed to bring out this side of him. His gloved hand slid along your chin bringing your face up to his level. He can’t help himself, you look too perfect like this.

His fingers play with your cheeks, snickering quietly as your lips pulse in and out. Somehow, he finds this all calming. To toy with your sleeping form as he admires it all. He bites his lower lip in a small sense of restraint but ultimately gives in. Kissing you softly, and then deeply. His porcelain mask tilting as more of his lips press against yours, hungrily taking advantage of your unaware state. His sharp teeth nick your skin, as his hand holds your face firmly still. A part of him wishes you were awake, but it was better this way, when you weren’t trying to struggle out of his grasp.

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Tada!! Let me know what you think! Critiques are gladly welcomed :)

#dottore #fanfic #dottore fanfic #genshin #genshin x reader #scaramouche #dottore x reader

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nellikka · 11 months

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Asks from the ask game: 2,6,9,10,20,22,23, 25,26,29

It's a lot ik. Povukyale irikkate ennu karuthi. jk, wanted to give you options you don't need to answer them all only the ones you want to. ok byeee<33333

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

everything everywhere all at once 👀(<- pretend those are googly eyes)

the handmaiden

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

i don't have 3 specific things about my body but i do like how my features fit together on my face even though im not conventionally attractive. i also like how my body looks when im not wearing my ugly mom-approved clothes and am just in my bra and jeans. it took a long time for me finally get here but i feel there's still a long way to go before i fully love my body. before i stop comparing myself to other people.

as for non-physical things: i like how i don't give a shit anymore lol. i'll see something that would have ruined my week a year ago and i delete/block and move on. i know i can achieve a lot academically if i really put my mind to it (burnout and depression sucks). and third thing, i think im a pretty optimistic person.

9. what calms you down?

watching travel vlogs/baking videos on youtube.

reading a good book/watching a good movie.

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

i wish i could say college but im not really excited for that. i guess i have a couple books that i've ordered online :)

20. what do you want most in the world right now?

cold hard cash babyyy 🤑💰💵💳💯

a nice dslr camera, film camera and a polaroid camera

22. what would you say to your future self?

im trying my best. im sorry.

23. favorite piece of clothing?

basic blue straight-leg jeans my beloved 💗 dark green oversized satin shirt my love 💗 black straight-leg pants with pretty patches my darling 💗

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

a favourite book of theirs/ literally anything tbh i'll cherish it forever. a playlist/cards/handmade art/cold hard cash 👀 etc. anything.

26. what movie would you want to live in?

howl's moving castle!

29. morning, afternoon or night?

morning ❤️

#asks #mutuals #gayshitinfinite #❤️❤️❤️#long post

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fan-mans · 8 months

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Thanks for answering my question before. Wanted to know if you could give us some headcanons for Bull/Bear/Soda please? (Platonic or Romantic, I don't mind lol)

Okay, I sat on this for a lil bit because I wasn't sure if you wanted a polyamory thing or those 3 separately so I'm just gonna assume polyamory! Also, you're welcome! I'm always happy to do asks- yes even multiple ones- about my millions of headcanons!!

(Sorry for such a late reply btw)

Romantic hcs:

Bear is the one who cooks- Soda and Bull are legally barred form the kitchen after the macaroni incident.

They're all so big that sharing a bed is a pain in the ass, so, rather than single mattress, they have a big stuffed animal/pillow pile they all lay on together.

Soda and bear are always off giggling about SOMETHING, they just look over at each other and through some magical mental connection have the same joke hit them and start cracking up.

When it's hot outside, Bull is basically the only one of them who can function.

Bear wakes up the earliest, so he makes coffee for Bull and Soda before they wake up cause he knows they need it

As much as they want to, none of them can share clothes :(

Bull and Bear actually like going fishing together! Soda doesn't like anything other than hiking

Bull does 90% of the housework cause neither of the others are as good at it as him.

Soda is basically the reason they got together at all- he was the only one brave enough to call out the weird tension between the 3 of them and suggest they just date it out.

They can all pick each other up, so carrying each other around is something they do every once and a while.

Bull/Bear naps together all the time!!!

Bear absolutely refuses to allow pest killing in their house, so he's the designated remove-bug-from-area guy

Soda and Bear hang out more out of the house without Bull- they have a preference for going to fairs and amusement parks

Soda wins all the plushies for the other two.

Soda is not allowed to drive in the relationship.

Bear sneaks veggies in their food because he knows damn well those two, especially soda, eat nothing but junk food.

Soda and bear flirt all the time in public, but bull is the one who makes the SUPER inappropriate jokes that fluster the others into silence or howling laughter.

Soda and Bull are VERY protective and will not hesitate to start shit with anyone if Bear is being bullied.

Platonic hcs:

Very affectionate friendship with lots of hugs and even hand-holding in crowded areas.

Favorite thing to do together is watch movies, normally at Bull's apartment.

Long walks are another thing they like to do together- those are always filled with very intense book reviews

Bull sometimes comes over to clean Bear and Soda's houses as a nice little surprise.

Bear often cooks meals for Bull and soda cause he knows they can't do shit in the kitchen.

Soda's always the one planning stuff for them to do together!

Bear and Bull have been trying to help Soda overcome his fear of small animals with no success so far.

Bear attempted to teach the other two how to cook... that ended in his kitchen blowing up.

Bull and Bear happily indulge in Soda's sweet tooth- always sneaking candy in his locker and the like

The three love roughhousing- playfighting is always a 'yes' for them.

90% of the time you can catch them chatting about books and just non-stop squealing about nerdy stuff like star trek

Bear and Soda love having snowball fights and always somehow end up dragging Bull in as well.

Bull is the straight man for Bear and Soda's more goofy dynamic... most of the time at least

Bull and Soda are not safe from Bear's infamous spine-breaking hugs

Bear and Soda are always daring each other to do stupid things and Bull is the one always stopping them.

#bald bull #soda popinski #bear hugger #punch out #punch out wii #headcanons #ask game #hope i did this right lol!!#my hcs

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acatalystrising · 1 year

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November is here, but I don’t feel like quitting the oneshots, so they will continue indefinitely (unless my brain doesn’t cooperate with my desire to write lol). Gotta love mental health! 😅 So, here is my latest, a soft Boba x sick!reader scene with no warnings, just sweetness and fluff!

Oneshot: Storms of the Mind

Sometimes, on days like these, you missed the sound of rain.

You shivered, pulling your covers closer under your chin, involuntary tears pricking your eyes. A million grains of sand struck the windowpanes, and for a moment, you pretended it was a torrential downpour. It made you think of your home planet, of your past…

Oh, but some things were better left behind.

You slipped further under the covers with a sniffle, once again hoping for the millionth time that you weren’t coming down with something. You’d been pushing yourself hard, you knew - the determination to keep up with inner workings of running a family keeping you going non-stop.

But Boba and Fennec rarely stopped…how could you be any different? Not to mention, you rarely got sick.

But still, you felt a trickle in the back of your throat, and an ache that settled in your back and legs. That wasn’t good. The gale picked up outside, a wall of wind and sand slamming into the palace walls with fury. If not for the many years it had stood, you would have feared the storm would bring it down.

The door slid open with a soft whoosh, and you immediately recognized Boba’s steady gait as he walked across the room to his armor stand. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know he was carefully removing the beskar plates, and your heart leapt with joy despite your currently miserable state.

He was silent, probably just as lost in his thoughts as you were - but there was a comfortability to it that soothed you regardless. It was something you cherished, really, that you both understood each other well enough to be able to exist in the quiet together, safe and sound.

The bed suddenly depressed with his weight as he slipped underneath the covers beside you, gathering you in his strong arms. You felt his skin against yours and noted he was shirtless, donning the loose black pants he often wore.

“How’s my girl?” His deep, rumbling voice was soothing to your ears, and you hummed, snuggling your face against his chest.

“Still feeling rough, I was hoping I’d beat it if I rested,” you sniffed again, much to your annoyance, voice a tad too raspy to be normal. “I don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Mesh’la, I’m not worried about that,” he stroked your cheek with a thumb, his calloused skin gentle against yours. “Need the medical droid?”

You shook your head, falling silent for a moment, listening to the sand striking the windows with a sigh.

“Already went, it’s just a cold,” you shivered, and he held you closer, rubbing a hand over your chest in soothing circles. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

The wind picked up, whipping by with a lonely howl, and you felt another shiver ripple down your spine. You shifted, turning to face him, and curled against his broad chest.

“I’ll bring whatever you need, little one,” he lowered a hand to your chin, gently lifting your face to meet his. “But there seems to be more on your mind than the cold.”

Ahh, he was always so perceptive. You wagered it was due to all of his years as a bounty hunter, but he never missed even the slightest detail. You leaned into his touch, and he patiently watched you, waiting.

“The sandstorm…it makes me think of the rain. Of home,” you sighed, and he gently caressed your cheek, your name a whisper on his lips. “I think I miss it, you know? But there was so much pain, too. Ugh, memories just aren’t easy.”

Boba nodded, and judging by his somber expression, you wagered he was thinking of his home too - of a different rainy planet…Kamino. You did wonder how often he let his mind wander there, to his past…

“The storms make me think of my father,” his voice was low when he finally spoke, carrying a heaviness that nearly felt physical. “I’d thought the lack of rain here would be a blessing, but…I’m not so sure.”

It had taken years of trust, work, and healing for him to be able to open up like this with you. And it still was shocking every time. You leaned up to kiss his cheek, and he rumbled a response, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Perhaps it’s not easy, but we’ll heal. Have been healing.” You brushed a hand over his scarred scalp, feeling the faint telltale signs of hair trying to regrow despite the damaging acid of the sarlacc. “We survive, endure.”

“Yes, and that also means rest,” Boba leaned back to meet your gaze, lips twisted in a small, affectionate smile. “You work too hard - running this palace as you do.”

“That’s the quacta calling the stifling slimy, my daimyo,”You gave him a mock frown, playfully lifting a brow. “You need rest too.”

“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” He pressed another kiss to your forehead with a dark chuckle. “There are…other things I’d rather be doing with you in this rare moment we have to ourselves, but you’re right - rest is crucial.”

You laughed, you couldn’t help it, a smile easing its way onto your lips as he pulled another blanket over you both, cocooning you in the warmth.

“I’m always here for you, ad’ika,” he kissed you on the lips this time, gently, as if he wished he could ease the trauma away from your mind. “Damn the cold. I love you.”

“Love you too,” you felt your exhaustion finally taking its toll, eyelids growing heavy, feeling so safe in his arms. “Always.”

Silence fell, sleep taking you both, and even as you heard the winds whipping and the storm raging, you realized that you finally felt at peace.

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flaysthings · 1 year

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Hey @howl-fantasies, @immortal-velociraptor, and @keffirinne! I suddenly got this random gotham thought smacked right through me a couple seconds ago and I wanna know what you guys think.

So I just remembered the multiverse existed even on DC so...

How would our Gotham friends react to some other Au [name] switching places with our [name] and they have to figure out how to get the [name]s back in their world but wait for it... This [name] is good.

She never lost the sarcasm no, nor the bitchy attitude but she's a woman of the law. She's a genius detective that still kicks ass and drinks with Uncle Harvey but y'know, good.

While I know at that point Gotham would already be in chaos but let's add a little cherry on top shall we?

This [name] flirts with Jim non-stop, making the poor guy heat up with the amount of filthy things that are coming out of her mouth, and she even adds on a little kabedon(idk if I spelled that right).

Anyways~ I personally think Vic and Ed would loose their minds. Basil would hate it for sure and is a salt away from crying in the corner and wishing for his mommy back. Maggie would be crying in the corner too lol. And for some reason I am currently imagining Oswald clinging on [name]'s leg and hissing on Jim. 😆

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eden-falls · 2 years

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Thank you for answering my ask....if you don't mind me asking (again), who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

hi again!!!! ive never answered any questions before yours!!!!!!! i'll write about 10 ships like my character post. spoilers for each series will probably be present

some runner-ups:

• yuu and touko (bloom into you)

• yatoyota (blue period)

• sangcheng (mdzs)

• galolio (promare)

• renga (sk8 the infinity)

• sherliam (moriarty the patriot)

• reisuka (evangelion)

• akanene (toilet-bound hanako-kun)

• neirika (wonder egg priority)

• diakko (little witch academia)

• nezushi (no. 6)

10. shinomitsu (seraph of the end)

they have more chemistry than yuu with either of them. their antics are so silly i really love them so much!!

9. leon and count d (petshop of horrors)

(there's better pics of them but i like this one)

GODDDD THEY MAKE ME SO MAD. d. YOURE IN LOVE WITH HIM YOU DUMBASS. stop running away from your love you look stupid. all hopes for a reunion are gone at this point but they'll always be precious.

8. howl and sophie (howl's moving castle)

they're not cishet if they're both nonbinary lesbians. boom no straights on this list!

7. victuuri (yuri on ice)

i mean theyre on everyone's list. epitome of pure love. THEY GOT ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!

6. madohomu (madoka magica)

homura's eternal devotion to saving madoka no matter how many times she has to redo is a pure testament of her love for her. its so endearing and sad that she loves her so much but she can never save her.

5. kaebedo (genshin impact)

(edit above by me lol)

my favourite ship in genshin!! the possibilities for these two are endless even going off the tiny amount of information we have about their relationship. klee mentioning that albedo paints kaeya (enough for it to be noticeable for her) drives me CRAZY. i think there's a lot of potential for them in the story at the end!!!

4. vanoe (the case study of vanitas)

GGRGRGRHRHRRRRERR they make me. aaaaa. i want to put them in my mouth and shake them. their chemistry is INSANE. it breaks my heart knowing how their story will probably end but for now awwww cottagecore husbands <3

3. soukoku (bungou stray dogs)

i've been obsessed with them for 2 years. its out of my hands now! they would be in the number 1 spot if not for... gosh can u guess...

1. suouni (children of the whales)

listen. i will die on this hill. nobody else agrees with me but. they're just my absolute faves. they make me so happy!?????? everything about them sends me into the stratosphere. the issue of the sasa keeps me up at night. only suou can truly save ouni (ignores other parts of canon). theyre soulmates and meant to be thank u for coming to my ted talk.

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danikatze · 1 year

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Thank you for tagging me @tj-dragonblade 💖

Last Song: the intro tune of the show I'm currently watching. It's stuck in my head and probably will be for another week.

Last Show/Movie: I honestly have no idea, I'm so all over the place at the moment. Wait -- the last movie may have been the Iron Giant? Hadn't seen it for about 15 years. It was good :))

Currently Watching: Tussen Kunst en Kitch lmao - I listened to a podcast where Antique Roadshow was mentioned which sounded like the American equivalent? Where people have experts look at random stuff they found or inherited usually, and find out if it's worth anything. Anyway I always loved that show back when I still watched tv and it turns out my dad is subscribed to an app that has like 13 years worth of episodes on it so I started binging it this evening hahah. It's one of those things that's just lovely to have on in the background. Also listening to The Unfinished Print, a podcast about Mokuhanga, but that's not something I can listen to non-stop. A lot of information coming at you and the sound quality isn't always great. It's real interesting though and makes me wanna carve some wood again.

Currently Reading: technically Patience and Sarah by Isabel Miller, but I'm currently (again) not great at reading.

Current Obsession: imagining House of Five Leaves characters in Howl's Moving Castle lol.

#you know Kunst en Kitsch actually has been running for like 38 years??#The oldest episodes on the app are from 2010 when they celebrated their 25th anniversary #that's insane and I'm sad those first 25 years aren't online #I did find one episode from 2000 on yt and fragments of older ones #actually this show may be my obsession rn #don't worry I won't draw HoFL/Kunst en Kitsch crossovers or AUs hahah #ikke #tag meme

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zouzab · 1 year

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[MINOR BOOK 1 + SHOW S1E1-2 SPOILERS]

Accidentally wrote 700+ words of slarb and zouzab hate fighting. Well, not really. Consensually fighting each other to stress relief? Then it ended with angst. Uhhhh. The ficlet under the cut, may post to ao3 eventually.

Cw fighting, violence, minor spoilers, + mentions blood and of wishing child harm. Fighting is mostly consensual (lol) but turns a bit dubious near the end hhhhh

This was a thing they both benefited from.

They both got to practice their fighting skills. Fighting in a non-lethal setting was good for practicing and getting better at their craft. Slarb learned the flaws of Ridgerunners, and Zouzab learned the flaws of the Fangs. They didn’t say it, but they both knew the other was figuring out ways to best their kind. They were still at war, even if now it seemed peaceful. Zouzab couldn’t get used to this comfortable lifestyle, and Slarb had no choice but to fight.

Brawling on a level playing field wasn’t just good for training to fight wars, they both learned. It was also good for, as you say, de-stressing.

Slarb fought with hatred and anger, channeling his emotions into every punch and swing. He was broiling with hate for the people around him, focusing on how they had wronged him. He hated Gnorm, he hated the other Fangs, and in their most recent brawl, a new name slipped from him in a venomous snarl.

“Igibys?” Zouzab squeaked, the brief moment of surprise leaving him vulnerable for a clean punch to the face, knocking him back into the base of a tree.

“You wish to harm the Igibys?” Zouzab repeated, ducking as Slarb launched out a foot towards him, the bark crunching under the blow.

The Fang’s shoulders were heaving, eyes wild. “Those- those bratss humiliated me!” He snapped, distracted, “made me laughing sstock!”

“But not Tink, right?” Zouzab should’ve kept quiet, but the words slipped out, scrambling backwards, eyes darting around the wooded clearing.

Slarb stopped in his tracks, regarding him curiously, “Tink? Who’s that?”

“Middle child of three,” Zouzab answered honestly, caving in on himself as Slarb slowly sauntered forward. “One with dark hair.”

“Why do you know that? Do you care for the Igiby brat?” His voice was strangely level, lacking the hate he usually carried.

Zouzab backed up, heel catching a root and tumbling onto his backside, realizing all at once he was cornered in a grove of trees, Slarb looming over him. “He, Igiby children are friends of Oskar.” He explained, finding the wall of the tree to brace himself against.

He was on his haunches, and in an effort to not seem so helpless, he started pulling himself up by his palms against the bark. Slarb sent a smoldering glare and Zouzab slumped, frightened by the pure hate in his gaze- directed at him, now.

“Friend of Osskar, not you,” Slarb said slowly, flickering his tongue, Zouzab reeling back at the sight of those nasty fangs, dripping with venom.

He averted his eyes, “well, friend of me, too. Known them for years. Eldest Igiby child read me stories, Youngest sing song, Tink... Tink give fruit, play games.”

Slarb tysked, folding his arms over his chest, “Tink is not only one with fruit.”

“He draw pictures, too.” Zouzab offered weakly, not liking to be emotionally vulnerable in front of the Fang.

Slarb growled, and a pit settled in Zouzab’s stomach. Not a good pit like from a fruit, but a bad pit. One of fear and dread, rotten to its core.

“You like them. You like the Igiby children.”

Zouzab wanted to protest, opening his mouth and then shut it. He didn’t like them! But Oskar liked them. They were Oskar’s friends, and he didn’t... he didn’t want to hurt Oskar.

Slarb punched him in the stomach. He howled in pain and surprise and tried to scramble away, fight or flight instincts firing up. Slarb didn’t let him. A clawed hand wrapped around his throat and hauled him up the tree, back scraping against the ridged bark.

Zouzab thrashed. They weren’t on an even playing ground, this wasn’t fair! Slarb held him to the tree with one hand, while his other delivered half a dozen sharp blows to his gut and chest. He was saying things, the word “Igibyss” repeatedly slipping from his jaw, but Zouzab couldn’t pay attention to it.

“Stop! Stop!” Zouzab yelled, “Stop it, time out!” He never called a time-out before, but he needed one!

Slarb stopped, only to put his hand flat across Zouzab’s torso, then sank his claws into it, dragging down.

Zouzab must’ve screamed, he couldn’t remember, for the lightning bolt of fiery pain knocked him out.

…

He woke up under the trees, laid flat on the cool grass. He groaned, his injuries becoming apparent. He lifted a hand, running it idly over his stomach, pursing his lips as he felt the scratchy bandages dressing his wounds. Slarb must’ve... Zouzab groaned again, rolling over to press his face against the soft dirt, finding solace in the scent of home. He would think about Slarb and what transpired later, but right now.. rest sounded nice.

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