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ncroissant · 25 days

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HEAR ME OUT ON SUB! HUSBAND! FRANCIS AND DOPPELGÄNGER READER I BEG OF YOU AJAJSHSBDBJSEHE

sub! husband! francis mosses x dom! doppelgänger! gn! reader

summary: phone sex with needy francis mosses (pt. 2 here)

wc: 1.6k

content warning: nsfw, praise, dirty talk, exhibitionism kinda (security camera on him), slight nipple play, masturbation

author's note: thank u for the great ask anon :) i had so many ideas with this one, but this one stuck the most hehe >:) sorry for literally taking so long on this, writer's block is a bitch!! hope you guys enjoyed this one !! not proofread, minors pls dni !!

it was just a quick one-two, in and out of this man's apartment.

you just needed a reason to stay in this person's apartment until you established your place. you'd act like his loving, doting partner, working their job then living their best life. that was the plan.

but here you were, complaining about their life like it was yours.

things were getting boring in the security office. there was no one to deny because you let your fellow doppelgängers in. plus, it was a weekend so no one wanted to be home today.

in contrast, something you did like about living your copy's life was your new husband. he'd come home earlier from deliveries just to wait for you to come through the front door. dinner ready, table set, plants watered. he was such a sweetheart, always tending to your needs.

unexpectedly, as domineering as he seemed, he was actually more needy in the bedroom. always needing guidance, extra attention and someone to boss him around. that's what got his dick rising.

so when you decided to phone his apartment, knowing it was off day, he was quick to pick up.

"hi dovie! how's work?" he had a little lilt in his voice, acting like he didn't stamper to the phone, knowing it was you. he wasn't one to give out his apartment number.

you chuckled at his speedy response, leaning back in your chair. "hi lover boy. it's going..." you trailed off, checking the window for any customers. "you miss me?"

"mhm. always miss you," he nodded, holding the phone tightly in his grasp. "when're coming home, hm?" like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.

"miss you too, honey. my shift ends at 6. three more hours to go!" you cheered sarcastically, staring at the clock as you watched the hands tick. "you alright all by yourself?" you asked, pulling out a notepad.

you had a habit of doodling when francis spoke, he always loosened up when it came to you. "kinda. i miss you lots though. think 'm gonna read a book later," he rambled, though there was a distinct sound of rustling on his side.

"is that so? what book where you thinking of reading?" you placed the phone between your chin and shoulder, trying to find a pen. it was silent for a bit, but the rustling persisted. "francie? you still there?"

"oh, sorry," he cleared his throat, almost as if he was snapping himself out of a trance. "mmm, i-i don't know..." he was huffing softly, you could almost feel him breathing in your ear through the phone.

you were quick to put two and two together. "francie...are you doing something you shouldn't be doing?"

he almost let out a whimper, the rustling making much more sense. "'m sorry..." he sighed, the noisiness of his end coming to a full stop. "i-i was touchin' myself..."

as if it wasn't obvious already: his panting, his rustling. "'s okay, honey. do you need help?" he flushed at your suggestion, toying with the zipper on his slacks.

"b-but you're at work. don't wanna distract you," he mumbled, his thighs squeezing together at the thought of you guiding him to an orgasm.

"work's slow today. entertain me, honey," you chuckled, your laugh making his ears tingle. "want me to help you cum, hm?"

he nodded, forgetting that you couldn't see him. the blush on his face travelled from his ears to his cheeks, down to his neck and back. it was a sight you'd pay to see. "is your cock still in your hand, honey?"

"no, i was just rubbing through my pants..." he shyly confessed, feeling his bulge throb.

"m'kay, take off your pants and underwear and hold out your cock," you instructed, completely abandoning your doodles. "tell me what you were doing to yourself while i was talkin' to you, honey."

you heard shuffling against, fabric against skin. "mmm, well, hearin' y'r voice made my tummy feel funny. then i felt my cock feel tight in m'pants, hngh," he explained, his zipper quickly freeing his cock.

"s-so then i jus' started touching myself a lil'. just through my pants 'n shirt, nothin' else!" he defended himself, but his revelation made you smirk.

"playing with your chest too, hm?" you repeated, a wide grin plastered on your face. "is your cock in your hand now?"

"mhm!"

his hand was gripping at the base of his cock, squeezing it to get some sort of friction. he was kneeling on the couch, legs slightly spread, his balls rubbing against the cool leather underneath.

"why don't you start making yourself feel good, honey? stroke it nice and slow for me, yeah?" you cooed.

he did as you said, no questions asked, stroking at his already hard cock as slowly as he could. "'n then why not you keep playing with your chest for me too? since you had no problem doing it earlier."

"mngh...o-okay...!" he squeaked, his hips rutting into his hand. he quickly placed a hand on his chest, rubbing his nub with a waving hand motion. "o-ooh! 's so-"

"you really like that, huh? like when people play with your perky chest," you taunted, feeling your own chest feel heated.

you almost wanted to join him, but the security cameras in your office made you think otherwise. "i wanna go up there and fuck you, honey. you like that too?" you whispered, making him moan.

"mhm, mhm! c-come up, hn, please!" he begged, his hand picking up its pace. his slick was sticking to his hand, slowly gathering at the tip of his cock. "miss you, dovie! miss you lots, aagh!"

you could only imagine how pathetic he looked. legs spread, weeping cock in hand, nipples poking through his shirt. he would be waiting for you so patiently, waiting for you to come home with his cock rubbing against the carpet floors.

you felt yourself leaning too far forward, accidentally pressing a random button on your panel. francis' moans filled your ears, but a certain image popped up on the security camera feed.

your husband on full display.

"francie, can you look to your left a little?" you ushered him to look towards the camera in disbelief at your discovery.

he obeyed your orders almost instantly, making you smile. he was in the direction of the camera, but not looking at it directly. he was completely unaware of the it, as much as you were.

but despite the strangeness of it all, you wanted to use it to your advantage.

"lay on your back f'me, honey. make sure your legs are spread wide open," you instructed, watching him meekly get into position. "i want that shirt unbuttoned and your pants to your ankles."

he hastily got undressed, his hand cupping his left breast. you wanted to cum at the sight of your pretty husband all open up from you, waiting for your next command.

"what's next, dovie? what do you want to do to me?" he innocently asked, his freehand hooking under his thigh to pull it up to his chest.

you grinned evilly, looking at the lewd position he was in, fantasizing what you should do next. "i want you to keep stroking at your cock, and playing with your chest."

and he followed instructions so well. he'd stick his fingers in his mouth before rolling his spit covered digits around his nipple. then he'd stroke at his cock, the desperation to cum more evident on his face.

the way his brows knits and sweat rolled down his temples made it clear that he was close. all this while the phone was wedge between his shoulder and ear, making every moan very audible.

"don't slow down, honey. i need you to keep stroking until you cum." you scolded, seeing how tired his wrist was getting as he got closer.

"o-oooh 'kay! 'm t-tryin' my best, haaagh! hand's getting a lil' tired, dovie, mmngh!" his lewd moans slipped out, as his hips shook from the speed he was stroking at.

his eyes were screwed shut, drool dripping down his lips at the thought of you praising him. "'m cumming soon, dovie! h-have to cum soon, unngh!" he panted, fucking into his fist.

you chuckled at his desperation, closely looking at your husband squirming on the couch, curtains wide open for the world to see the little slut you were hiding away.

"'m not seeing you pinching your nipples, honey," you scolded, making him tense up.

he did what you asked for, tugging at the tips of his nubs, but your comment made his dick tighten. "hnnnghh! y-you can see me?" his back arched against the couch, the view of his dick getting closer to the overhead security cam.

"o-oooGHH! c-CUMMING! cumming, dovie! 's coming out, hnnnghhh!" he exclaimed, cum shooting out of his tip, staining the entirety of his face and the couch.

although the feed was in black and white, you could see the splotches of cum that coated your couch and the way his clothes darkened from the wetness.

"such a good boy, honey. did so well f'me," you praised, chuckling at the way he twitched in his spot, unmoving. "you g'na wait until i get up there and fuck you properly, huh?"

he nodded mindless, huffing loudly into the phone.

suddenly, someone walked up to the window. "entry request and id, please," you disregarded the lewd image in front of you, returning back to your job.

he felt himself cum again just from the sight of your professionalism. you were so sexy when you were on the job. his orgasm came too quicky, his cock throbbing at the loss of cum.

"n-need you to f-fuck me, dovie, hn..." francis moaned into the phone, making you blush. you mindlessly looked through the person's papers, paying no mind to accuracy.

you let them through with no questions before gripping at the phone. "'m leavin' early. just for you, francie," you growled into the phone, feeling yourself get worked up.

"be ready in 5. i'm comin' up."

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #sub francis mosses #that's not my neighbour #thats not my neighbor #that's not my neighbor #milkman #smut #x reader #ncrescent asks

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mortmere · 1 month

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"Puppy Interview" by Mortmere

If due South was made today, we might get to see a puppy interview with Paul Gross and Callum Keith Rennie! (Draco isn't allowed to join them for puppy safety reasons.) BuzzFeed does these interviews where celebrities are playing with rescue puppies while answering questions, and the results are often hilarious and, above all, incredibly cute. So let’s at least imagine the scenario where our guys do a puppy interview. These puppies are Samoyeds, just for maximum fluff.

The background is pink because I got this idea when I watched Jonathan Bailey and Matt Bomer's puppy interview for their gay history drama, Fellow Travelers, and used a screenshot from that interview as the base. And anyway, maybe the pink fits: imagine Paul going on and on about how homoerotic the new season with the new Ray is going to be and how sexy Callum is, like he did in that magazine interview back in 1997.

Obviously, it's Paul doing most of the talking here - that wouldn't change. Too bad they did so few interviews together back in the day, and even fewer are now available online. Maybe someone will unearth something nice for the @ds30below History week?

#due south #due south fanart #benton fraser #ray kowalski #callum keith rennie #paul gross #my art #fraser/kowalski #ds30below #puppy interview

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marlowethebard · 2 months

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The Experiment

Astarion x f!reader, reader insert. Astarion’s POV, A smattering of canon with lots of gap filler. Catchin’ feels, teeny tiny reference to smut. Act 1.5-2-ish spoiler so mild it doesn't count. Fluff.

2300 words

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The sun had been a shock. When Astarion first stumbled free of the burning wreckage of the Nautiloid, he thought he was on fire. Everything was so godsdamn bright. The muscles of his face ached from squeezing his eyes so tightly shut against the glare.

But that was the only real pain. In short order, he discovered he was a.) neither seriously hurt nor on fire, b.) not likely to catch fire any time soon, and c.) blissfully free of the low, rumbling hum he had come to identify as the constant presence of his Master’s consciousness, watching his every move. The silence in his mind, after two hundred years of Cazador’s control, was almost as unnerving as the sunlight.

It wasn’t long before he discovered that he wasn’t totally alone in his head. He felt another presence, though much quieter than that of his Master’s, wriggling literally behind his eyes. It was a minor miracle that he didn’t remember the procedure the mindflayers put him through to implant the tadpole through his eye socket and into his brain. Traumatic brain injuries sometimes had up-sides. But when the adventurer he’d seen on the ship found him and told him about the memory he was missing, the irony of finding freedom only to have it snatched away again was almost too much.

Outwardly, he laughed ruefully. That was the correct response, after all. He’d had centuries of practice at giving the correct response when his thoughts raced inside his skull like a trapped and wounded animal. What happened next, while maybe not his best decision, seemed like the right one all the same. You’d already found and convinced a cleric and a warrior Githyanki to support you in your quest to rid yourselves of the tadpoles you also had swimming around in your skulls. That was enough to show him you were mostly capable. Looking back on it, any port in a storm was welcome, and Astarion was most certainly adrift at the time. He needed your help. Your help. And by the gods, he would get it, whether you gave it willingly or no. Reeling from the shocks he had taken in the few hours since he had been snatched off the street in Baulder’s Gate, Astarion thought the most reasonable thing he could do was to threaten you into coughing up all the information you had. Besides, all’s well that turns out not as bad as it could have. You took surprisingly well to having a knife held to your throat.

Weeks had passed since that day he had first laid his crimson eyes on you. And what trying weeks those had been. Your merry band of fellow Illithid-infected survivors had crowned you Queen of the party, in spite of your propensity for do-gooding and clear lack of good judgement, if his own presence in the group was any indication.

You were constantly faffing about, helping every urchin and wretch you stumbled across. You’d saved a child from a snake and ousted a corrupt Druid from power at the Emerald Grove. You rescued a wizard from a rock and took in a stray Tiefling you found on the side of the road. You also took in the man actively hunting her, the famous Blade of Frontiers, and convinced him not to kill your rescued Tiefling. As if there weren’t enough weirdos and goody-two-shoes in your group of travelers already.

Astarion didn’t need a tadpole to see the giant, bleeding heart you wore so proudly on your sleeve. He’d known you’d be easy to bend to his whims after he had accidentally-on-purpose bungled trying to feed on you, exposing his vampire nature. He’d easily won you over with his sad puppy eyes and sob story of centuries of torment and deprivation. Just as on the day you first met, instead of wisely shoving a wooden stake through his ribs, you’d taken pity on him and given him the greatest gift anyone had bestowed on him in his long life, the blood of a thinking creature. Your blood.

That had been… unexpected.

Your blood, conscious, aware, thinking blood, had been unlike anything he'd tasted. It was what the bards meant when they said the gods feasted on ambrosia, both a taste and an emotion at the same time. It reminded him of comfort and sweetness. It brought up foggy glimmers of memories of warm, rainy summer afternoons, many lifetimes past. Indistinct recollections of what may have been his boyhood, had he ever truly been a young boy. The only word he could put to it was "happiness."

It had taken all of his effort to pull himself free from your neck before killing you. He'd heard your heart slowing, felt your small fist pounding his shoulder, but it was like it was all happening to someone else. To leave that sweet nectar flowing from your veins was to abandon life itself. The only thing strong enough to pull him off of you was the realization that if he killed you, he wouldn't be able to drink from you again. So while your personality was saccharine and you were too concerned with "goodness" and "basic morality," Astarion knew he wouldn't give you up so easily. Musing on it more, he supposed you weren't a complete and utter drip.

To give credit where it was due, you did mercilessly slaughter a full camp of goblins; men, women, and repulsive children alike, leaving not a single one of them standing. You also expertly took a beating from one of Loviatar’s servants, making Astarion think there might be something interesting, apart from your blood, about you after all. Even then, you couldn’t resist ruining all of that beautiful carnage with at least a little heroism. Amid the bloodbath, you still found time to rescue a Druid and an owlbear cub, the latter of which was now curled at Astarion’s side, cooing in its sleep.

It was the night after the battle at the goblin camp when Astarion decided he would keep you. You would be an experiment. For all of your insufferable kindheartedness, you had proven that when you set your mind to something, you were nearly unstoppable. How much could he benefit if he made sure that the next task you set your mind to was helping him rid himself of the tadpole and ensure his freedom?

At the celebration after the goblin massacre, without hesitation, habits of long years of manipulating love-struck fools into doing his bidding took over, and he seduced you. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t need to have sex with you. He knew you were already nestled contentedly in the palm of his elegant elf’s hand. Bedding you would just tighten his grip on your heart and make it that much more difficult for you to turn on him if (when) he took things too far.

Besides, you were still an experiment, after all. It had been so long since Astarion had taken pleasure for his own pleasure's sake that he didn’t really know what to expect. He might actually be granted at least momentary bliss, for a change. It wasn’t like you were unattractive. Far from it. It might be nice to dig his fingers in the firm but supple flesh of your backside with your legs locked around his hips while he fucked the group's righteous leader against a tree like a wild beast. And then there was your blood to consider. He'd had many conquests, experienced many forms of physical delights, but feeding on a lover while in the act.... That would be new. As he watched you, dancing and drinking with your companions, he found himself rather enjoying the fantasy of listening to your distant voice, moaning his name over and over into the night air as he drank deep of your flesh and blood.

The reality of it was bittersweet. Weeks after the fact, he still felt a knot of shame in his stomach. He’d enjoyed the kisses and caresses. He explored your breasts and hips and thighs with great enthusiasm. Feeding from you as he entered you was as exquisite as he imagined it would be. More exquisite. The sensation of the tight, wet warmth of your sex that brought the cold length of his cock up to your body temperature as he drank from your neck was indescribable. He relished it so much that he’d nearly lost sight of his purpose in bringing you out to that clearing in the woods in the first place. But, like an unwelcome house guest, the sickly rodent of his ailing conscience piped up just as he toed the edge of his sweet oblivion to remind him that he wasn’t there just for fun.

Astarion found himself moody and restless after you dropped into a light doze next to him that night. Though he’d reached his climax, and you had reached yours, several times, he still felt unfulfilled. An old dread wrapped its tendrils around his heart. No one had been pushing him to use his body for nefarious ends this time, no one but himself. But it still felt wrong. He still felt disgusted with himself, like he was, once again, being puppeteered somehow. Worse still, he had genuinely enjoyed his time with you. He’d told you he was starting to enjoy your “whole package.” To his surprise, and dismay, he was beginning to realize that he wasn’t just saying it to get you out of your armor.

Now, at the edge of the Shadow-Cursed lands, Astarion sat by the fire, watching you sleep across from him while all of these thoughts and feelings and memories and regrets swirled in his mind. You’d invited him to feed on you earlier in the day – a gift you’d been giving him almost nightly. It was a gift he was beginning to think he did not deserve. Before he could talk himself out of it, he sped soundlessly across the short distance between the two of you and knelt beside your sleeping form. It did not escape his notice that you had taken to sleeping on your side, baring your neck for him so that he could easily feed without waking you.

As he lay down behind you and bent to your neck, fangs bared, a thought came to him, unbidden. He wondered what you’d see if you were to wake in that moment. Would you see the handsome high elf rogue with perfectly tousled silver curls that he’d made you fall in love with? Or would you see a gaunt, deathly white monster with glowing red eyes looming over you in the darkness, ready to literally take a bite out of you? Would you gasp? Scream? Or worst of all, would you look up at him in silent horror as the fog of infatuation lifted and the reality of your lover’s true nature overtook you? Would it be enough to push you away from him at last?

Astarion was pulled from his musing by a gentle touch to his jaw. Sleepy as you were, your senses were still sharp. His moment of hesitation, hovering over you in the darkness, must have been enough to wake you fully. But instead of horror, you wore a lazy smile under your half-lidded eyes.

“Hey you,” you mumbled. “Dropping by for a quick bite?” It was such a bad pun that both of you giggled. The grimace Astarion had been wearing melted, first into slack-jawed surprise, and then into a genuine smile.

“I’m sorry,” he said, running one finger down the line of your carotid artery. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” You yawned and stretched like a large cat, snuggling your back into his chest.

“’s’OK,” you murmured. You turned your head away, exposing the length of your neck to him. You looked up at him with one eye, smiling. “Go on, then,” you said. Astarion felt a wholly unexpected lurch in his chest when he took in your smiling profile. It was heat and tightness, and a swelling sensation that was totally foreign, but completely familiar at the same time. Without putting words to the thoughts colliding with each other in his head, he knew with absolute certainty that his experiment had failed. You had fallen for him. Of this, there could be no doubt. Who but a woman in love would willingly offer her life's blood to a wretch such as he? But if you had fallen so easily into his trap, you hadn't done it alone. Astarion found an appreciation for everything you had done for him, all you had promised and given to him, swelled in his chest, sending what little blood he had to flush his cheeks and the tips of his pointed ears. Your body had comforted him. Fed him. Protected him, and for no other reason than you cared. How could he not love you for it?

As he bent his mouth to your neck, Astarion couldn’t help nuzzling the soft skin that yielded so easily, so willingly to him. You gave a little shiver when his cool breath caressed your neck, one he felt pass from your body to his. In a movement that surprised him with how comfortable and natural it felt, how good it felt, he wrapped an arm around you, holding you to his chest. He grazed one fang gently over your neck, searching for the right spot.

“Thank you, darling,” he whispered before pressing his fangs as gently as he could into your skin. It was the expected thing to say – the correct response again. Only this time, instead of terrified racing thoughts, there was a soothing stillness. Astarion felt the correct response was also, perhaps for the first time in centuries, the right response. Shit.

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. I haven't written fanfic before. Haven't written anything in a while, actually. I can't wait to hear what you think, but please, go easy on my delicate ego, lol!

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion ancunin #astarion romance

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enterwittyjokehere · 7 months

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Accidental Announcement

Raiden x (gender neutral) reader smut

⚠️ warnings:

[They/them pronouns used]

[Slight smut: 18+ only!]

[Blow j*b]

[Main character death]

"Shang Tsung, please stop this behavior before you do something irresponsible." Lord Liu Kang pleaded.

The high strung outworld sorcerer just let out a sarcastic laugh, he held a close friend of the fire God hostage.

(Y/n)'s frail hands wrapped around the towering sorcerer's own. He held them by their throat, as some prized game he had just killed.

"You think I'll find my humanity now, lord Liu Kang?" He let out another laugh, only this one was slightly more unhinged.

With his second, free hand, the sorcerer snapped (y/n)'s neck, taking their life force in. Then Shang Tsung dropped the lifeless corpse with a loud thud.

Raiden, who had been tending to his fellow former Shaolin monk, Kung Lao's, injuries, watched in horror as it happened. Raiden was a sweet man, who always seemed to see the best in people, and seeing this truly upset him.

Kung lao put a hand on Raidens shoulder, in an attempt to lift himself up off the ground, "(y/n)!"

Raiden held him down, "Kung Lao, please, stay down. You're hurt very badly."

Raiden pleaded with silent tears, Kung Lao noticed the pain of his friend and laid back down.

Liu Kang looked as though he would kill Shang Tsung, anger engulfed him similar to the flames traveling up his forearms. Earthrealm's Johnny cage had scaled the wall, that Shang Tsung was watching the champions of Earthrealm from, he was only met with a kick and fell onto his back, exhaling most of the air in his lungs.

Kenshi helped him to sit up as he gasped for air, Raiden watched, he wasn't sure what to do he wasn't sure how to help.

Netherrealm he wasn't even sure if they were dead, Shang Tsung was a powerful sorcerer and he has been playing with them this whole battle.

But something in raidens mind told him he was wrong, Shang Tsung was not that merciful.

Raiden got up, leaving Kung Lao's side, walking in between Liu Kang and Shang Tsung. He squatted down to be at (y/n)'s side, feeling for a pulse. He felt none, lightning buzzed off of him most of it siphoned into the ground.

"You kill for no reason." As always Raiden spoke clearly, he knew something no one else in the room knew and it made this situation much worse.

"Therefore you cannot be reasoned with." Raiden's words made the arrogant sorcerer smile.

He looked down at (y/n), his partner, for a few months now he and (y/n) had been 'sneaking around' to say the least. It started out as puppy love sweet and cute, (y/n) had presude Raiden, but raiden cared much for them already.

"And what will you do about it 'farm boy'?" Shang Tsung used Johnny Cages nickname, but it sounded even more demeaning coming from him.

"Nothing." Liu Kang objected, "Raiden. This is not your fight."

Though Lord Liu Kang's voice was stern, however, Raiden had to do something, he would not be able to live with himself had he allowed Shang Tsung to get away with prematurely ending his beloved's life.

"It is now, lord Liu Kang." Raiden answered, "forgive me, but I must disobey you."

Raiden removed his hat and placed it to cover (y/n)'s face, "Rest now, my love. Your fight is over."

Only Liu Kang was close enough to hear his whispered words, but Raiden knew that after his battle all his earthrealm friends would know of his secret.

As Raiden began to fight, lightning crackled and popped, the now recovered Johnny cage urged kenshi to help him move (y/n)'s lifeless body.

The two made their way over to the body of their friend, picking them up carefully, both out of respect and to not drop Raiden's hat. The energy exuding from Raiden was bitter and strong, it did not take an empath to realize how angry he was, even as he kept his cool and fought calm and collectively.

As the two friend's of Raiden and (Y/n) hosted the body up lightning struck it, sending bolts through Johnny and kenshi as well, they let go. The body of their friend slipped to the ground, Johnny reeled back as the electricity made his muscles spasm, "D*mn it"

Although, as (y/n) hit the floor they made a noise. Raiden's hat fell slightly off center and the earthrealmers watched as their beloved teammates eyes fluttered open.

"Hey gorgeous, just deciding to rejoin the fight?" Johnny said, estactic your were ok.

He was only met with a scream as they ran away from him, ducking past a very confused Kung lao. Who just shrugged with wide eyes, helplessly staring at Kenshi and Johnny.

"What?!" Shang Tsung let out, seeing you were somehow alive.

"Hail the elder gods!" Raiden teleported down off the ledge and slapped Johnny's hand, "Johnny tap in, take care of him."

With that he ran after them, Johnny looked up as a very angry Shang Tsung approached him, "why me?"

[(Y/n)'s pov]

You ran away from the strange men, that had surrounded you, they sounded familiar even looked familiar but you had no recollection of them. You ran far and fast but all the rooms in this building looked the same. To be completely honest your weren't even sure of where you were running to. You knew you had a home, but you couldn't remember it, you couldn't remember anything. Finally you came to a long winding corridor, filled to the brim with exotic weapons you stopped to grab a few, you may need them in case the odd men pose any threat to you.

You stopped arming up when you heard loud, flat footsteps approaching.

"(Y/n)!" The guy with lightning powers approached, "Oh, thank the elder gods. I-I..." He paused as you had a twisted dagger in your hands.

"Who are you?" You asked him, he raised his hands in a surrender.

"(Y/n) I mean you no harm. Do you not remember me?" He asked, his puppy dog eyes staring into your own, "Remember our nights together?"

"Nights together?" You repeated, "what do you mean?"

Raiden cleared his throat as a red hue took his tan features, "I'm not sure if explaining would help my current situation, my love."

You cocked an eyebrow at his nickname, "I don't think I can trust you." You explained "The brown haired man also made advances towards me. How can I be so 'close' to the both of you?"

"That's just how Johnny is, now please just listen before you do something you'll regret." He said, attempting to take the blade you held.

You retracted it cutting him, he winced and pulled his arm back. Tilting his head to look at the wound, showing you his little bun. (Not important for the story i just adore his little hairdo 🥰🙈🙈)

"Please give me the knife." He spoke stern but soft.

"I don't know if-"

"No, (y/n) right now, we cannot trust you." He cut you off, his words serious and stern, although his voice still held the same sweet tone. You backed away, but he persisted, "Please I will not let you hurt yourself or anyone else."

You didn't listen only turned to face him and grabbed his shoulder, pushing down on his leg and successfully getting him down on the ground. Moving to straddle him, you dug your knees into his side, holding the knife at his chest, "I would not hurt anyone unless tempted."

"You cut me. On accident." He clarified.

You couldn't think clearly it was like he was playing with you messing with your head. He grabbed your forearms in an attempt to get the blade away from him.

Only thing he did was make you strain to where you pushed back on him, almost grinding in a way. The two of you heard footsteps once more, you looked up to see the brown haired man running towards the two of you.

"Raiden. (Y/n). What the hell are you,-" You're senses faded out with an electric sizzle.

Your lifeless body fell into Raidens chest and peirced the dagger into his chest but only slightly. He winced and held you tightly in place, whispering prayers to the elder gods of outworld.

"Raiden the f*ck was that?" Johnny said approaching the two of you.

"I'm hoping it'll kind of reset them. They were gonna hurt somebody most likely themselves I had to stop them."

You felt your mind fade back into consciousness, you heard mumbled speech and the bright lights bouncing off the beige stone walls hurt your eyes. A loud ringing accompanied the the vague voices, in your ears. You looked up and saw raiden talking, his jaw turned to you a heat seeped into your hands and arms looking down you saw red and a twisted dagger, stabbed into raidens chest.

"Raiden your bleeding!" You said causing him to jump.

"God's, just-" Raiden looked at you as you pushed off him to straddle him, looking at the knife, "you know who I am?"

"Yeah, raiden I hope I would be able to identify my boyfriend." You said, carefully removing the knife and throwing it to the side, "it's not a deep wo-"

Raiden's hands cupped your face, pulling you back onto him, and into a passionate kiss. You grabbed his wrists and kissed back, it wasn't uncommon for Raiden to kiss you out of nowhere. He was quite affectionate, you were just preoccupied with his wound.

The two of you pulled away to breathe, you looked up and saw Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Kung Lao, and lord Liu Kang, staring at the two of you almost in awe.

"Shit. Raiden." You said pointing at them.

He sighed, "yeah, they came to help when you tried to skewer me."

"I did that?" You asked, placing a hand to your heart.

"Yeah, but it's fine." He said.

"No raiden we have to get you help." You said attempting to get off of him.

"Wait don't move just yet." He said pulling you back onto him.

He moved to whsiper in your ear, you scooted back onto him feeling what he had just informed you of.

"Kung lao, Kenshi can you take Johnny and Lord Liu Kang to get a medical professional. I'll stay here with Raiden."

"Knowing what we know now. I'm not sure that's the best idea." Kung lao spoke, "I don't think we should be leaving the two of you alone anymore."

You groaned, "Raiden has a boner so unless you wanna see that I suggest you do as your told."

"(Y/n)!?" Raiden yelled, hiding his face in your shirt.

Kung lao took kenshi and Liu Kang and left, however as you helped Raiden up Johnny cage looked at the bulge in his pants, "guess I'll have to start calling you farm man from now on."

With that Johnny left.

You took Raiden into one of the rooms, it had a small desk space and a chair the two of you moved to it, pushing Raiden onto the desk you kneeled down in front of him. Pulling down his pants, you took your dominate hand and began to pump, lubing him up with the slimy prec*m coming from his tip.

Raiden made his usual cute little noises, as he wiggled around needing more friction, "(y/n), please."

You knew what he wanted, Raiden loved blowjobs, he loved your mouth all over him, he also loved doing oral on you. He felt it's more intimate.

"Give me a second, love." You said as you continued to pump slowly.

You cleared your throat and kiss the tip of his pen*s, then you took him into your mouth, Raiden groaned into his arm. As you began to move around him, swirling you tougne and moving your head in the same motion you had been doing your hand.

Raiden snaked a hand into your hair, the other covered his mouth to hide his noisy moans. You used your free hand to massage his balls, making him moan even more. As Raiden got close he removed his hand from your hair, to prop his body up.

He moved against you, basically f*cking your face. Before his body curled and he came into your mouth you swallowed as much as you could and removed him from your mouth.

He licked the remaining c*m that had dripped down your face off and connected his lips to your own pulling you closer towards him.

"Careful baby, get me too wound up and you'll have to go another round." You said.

"Ooh. That's just sad." Johnny's voice said on the other side of the closed door.

"How long have you been listening, perv!" You said opening the door as, Raiden quickly failed to pull his pants up.

"Well, we got a doctor." Kung Lao said in a sour voice.

"Although, it sounded like Dr. (Y/n) fixed him up pretty well on their own." Johnny snickered.

"I'd still like for him to be looked over." You said, grabbing your partner by the arm to help him.

#raiden smut mortal kombat #mortal kombat #smut #raiden mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mk1 raiden #raiden x reader #gender nonconforming #gay #blowjov #mk1raidensmut

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Simon “ghost” Riley x female!OC

Haven’t exactly fleshed this out yet but I had to get this out of my head first. This is long, and may will be shite. First fanfic I’ve written in about 12 years - so go easy on me :) Not proofread sorry!!

Callsign: Rusty

“Hey, Sarge. ‘Mon join us.”

Johnny’s voice called out to her as she passed the rec room. Still-damp hair, tied into a braid, swung around her shoulder as she turned to face her fellow sergeant.

He was standing around the dimly lit pool table, a bottle of something in one hand, a pool cue in the other. Beside him, Kyle Garrick was focused on the coloured balls on top, chin balanced on the cue as his eyes flickered between each one.

“You can be on my team - even the odds a bit!” Johnny spoke again, jerking his head back to coax her in.

Shrugging, Sergeant Aoife Kirkpatrick stepped into the room, passing a few other soldiers draped over couches and armchairs. It was late, by barracks standards. But a rare day off awaiting intel provided the base with a much needed reason to blow off steam - curfews be damned.

Approaching the pool table, Aoife noticed a shadow lingering just behind it, opposite Johnny and Gaz.

Ah, even the odds…

Lieutenant Riley was propped up against the wall, his own pool cue by his side. A dark hoodie covered his head, while the painted white of a skeletal jaw and chin poked out from underneath. The whites of his eyes just barely shining in the overhead lighting.

“Cheers, Lass. I’m getting my arse kicked with these two.” Johnny took another swig of his bottle, before stretching and passing her a spare cue and blue chalk.

“Mate, you were the one bummin’ and blowin’ about not needing an extra person, don’t be acting like the kicked puppy now you’ve got an audience.” Gaz rolled his eyes with a smirk as he finally settled on his target. Bending at the waist he locked eyes with Aoife, ticking his head up in greeting, before refocusing and aiming his shot.

“Och, away off with ye. I didn’t exactly think LT would agree now, did I?”

“Fair warning, Soap,” Aoife spoke as she rubbed the blue chalk along the head of the pool cue.

“-I’m a little rusty.”

A small huff came from the back wall. Aoife glanced at the lurking shadow, making brief eye contact before settling a bit behind Soap as he prepared to take his turn.

“Where were you coming from, Sarge?” Gaz asked before lifting his own bottle and bringing it to his lips.

“Showers. Was down in the range for a few hours, but the heat in there would have killed ye. Could murder one of those though.” Nodding her head at the bottle in each soldiers hand.

“Got you covered.” Came a voice from behind, before being handed a glass bottle, cap already off. Aoife looked from the bottle, to the skeletal fingers holding it. Her gaze travelled up the arm, before locking eyes with Ghost.

“Oh, cheers LT.” She said, eyes crinkling in a small smile. She hadn’t even noticed him leave his corner, nevermind his trip to the fridge. Taking the bottle, she pressed it to her lips, taking a long pull.

“My turn.” Ghost murmured, confidently pressing himself against the table, securing his target, and with the deadly accuracy she’d come to expect from her Lieutenant, pocketed not one, but two balls.

“Ye wee bastard!-“Johnny crowed, running a hand through his mohawk. “-Sir.”

Aoife snickered, watching the tall man saunter back to his corner. She was up next. Passing her bottle to Soap, Aoife studied the table. Not really much to go on, but luckily she’d been bluffing slightly when she said she was rusty.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

“Fuckin’ Rusty, my arse!” Johnny cheered as he potted the remaining black ball, signalling their win.

“What the fuck was that?!” He whirled around to Aoife, who was standing with a small grin on her face. Shrugging, she took another long swig from her bottle.

“We used to play back at Curragh. Got pretty good at it in between modules,” She shrugged. “And me Da used to take me with him to the pub when he was off duty. We’d have spent hours down there, talkin’ shite, ‘til Mam had to come down and drag us both back by the ears. Crazy woman.” Aoife laughed, shaking her head. You don’t mess with a woman from Belfast, her Dad had always whispered to her on the way home.

Her fellow soldiers chuckled, before the four of them settled into a comfortable silence.

“Up for another?” She asked, looking around at Gaz and Johnny.

“Not a chance, mate,” Gaz laughed, setting his pool cue into it’s holder before plopping down on the worn sofa near to the table. Aoife turned her gaze to Soap with a questioning eyebrow.

“Nah Lass, I can’t stay much longer - I’m taking drills tomorrow morning,” Johnny sighed, slumping next to Gaz and thumping his feet up on top of the battered coffee table in front. “That, and I’d rather keep my dignity intact.” He added, throwing her a wink.

Aoife threw him her middle finger, before shrugging, “suit yourself.”

“I’ll play.” Came the rumbling voice of her LT.

Aoife’s head whirled around to face him, eyes crinkling once more in a smile. “You’re on, Riley.”

“Oh now this’ll be good.” Johnny piped up from the sofa.

“Thought you had drills in the morning?” Gaz laughed, poking his elbow into the sergeants side.

“Aye, but this I have tae see.”

Aoife watched as Ghost reset the table, nimble fingers grabbing each ball and placing them inside the little black triangle.

“Who goes first?” He asked, lifting the rack and placing it on the shelf underneath the table.

“Rock, paper, scissors?”

“Affirm.”

“What do I get when I win?” Aoife smirked up at the taller man, his brown eyes focused on their hands before flitting up to meet hers.

“Don’t get cocky, sergeant.” Damn, rock beats scissors. Ghost would go first. He stayed rooted to his spot in front of her, though. Close enough for her to see his blond eyelashes peeking out from behind the soft balaclava he wore.

“Seriously though. What do I get?”

“What do you want?”

“The mask. Take it off.”

“Show my face?”

“Yessir.”

“Negative.”

Aoife scoffed, turning away from him as he huffed air out of his nose again, his brown eyes amused.

The two soldiers took it in turns, potting a couple of balls between them. Soap and Gaz were still watching, providing commentary on the game, and talking quietly amongst themselves between shots. The game was pretty well tied by now, neither willing to lose to the other. With only 2 balls left, if Aoife could make these next shots, she’d win. However, time was marching on, and she was beginning to feel the effects of two beers, and a long day at the range. Her shoulder was beginning to grow stiff, and she had already had to stifle a few yawns behind her hand.

“So what do I get when I win?” Came her lieutenants voice as he finished his go. His voice sounded like it had dropped an octave, the rich timbre pleasant to her ears. Looking up at him, she met his gaze again, and narrowed her eyes.

“Don’t get cocky, LT,” Aoife repeated his line back to him, making his brown eyes shine once more in thinly veiled amusement. Aoife’s stomach did a little flip. Had he always had such pretty eyes?

“Not cocky. Just curious.” He rumbled, turning to face the pool table again. Aoife narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

“Alright. Well, I’m too tired to think of anything right now, so I guess you can take your pick. Whatever you want. Within reason!” She added on quickly, noticing Johnny perk up at the suggestion. The scot chuckled, before settling himself down again beside a softly snoring Gaz.

“Copy.”

Aoife nodded to him then stepped towards the pool table once more. Lining up her shot, she had to bend a bit further at the waist than usual, her weight balancing on her toes to give her enough lift.

Steady…

Pulling the cue back to shoot, Aoife felt a tap to the inside of her foot. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough for her foot to slide further away, her shot pulling wide, causing her to miss the ball she had aimed at by a mile.

Righting her balance, Aoife whipped herself around to see Ghost standing not too far from her - definitely closer than he had been - his eyes twinkling from under his hood.

“Bad luck, Sarge” He said, voice that same deep tone.

“Bad luck?! Yer a cheat, Riley!” Aoife laughed in disbelief. She watched as the top of Ghost’s balaclava shifted, as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Prove it.”

“Johnny! You saw that didn’t you? He kicked my foot?”

“Sorry, Lass, missed it.” Yawned Johnny, looking up from his phone and giving it a small wave.

Aoife scowled at him, before whirling back towards her cheating lieutenant and closing the gap between them slightly.

“I’m watching you, LT,” she muttered, poking her finger into his chest.

“Solid copy.” He said, gloved hands wrapping around her wrist and gently pulling it away, touch lingering as he brushed past her to line up his shot, and pot both balls to win the game.

Aoife rolled her eyes before conceding defeat.

Soap cheered, clapping his hands on his thighs and standing up, jostling poor Gaz.

“Wellp, better luck next time hen,” he said, pulling his friend up by the arm and started off towards the door, patting Ghost on the shoulder on their way out. That left Ghost and Aoife on their own in the rec room, the other soldiers having left long ago. The two of them tidied what mess they’d made, putting bottles in the bin and restacking the pool cues, before meeting again in the middle of the room.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you back.” Ghost nodded to the doorway.

“I think that’s the least you could do after pulling such a dirty trick.”

“Don’t know what you’re on about.”

“Uh huh.”

The two soldiers lapsed into silence as they walked the long dark corridors back to their respective halls. Aoife yawned a few times more, so ready to pass out onto her bed. Soon enough, they came to her door.

“Thanks for playing with me, LT. I had fun. You’ll have to let me know when you want to cash in your winnings,” Aoife winked, stifling another yawn with the back of her hand. She gave him a little wave, and turned to unlock her door. Only, a gloved had reached out and grabbed her hand, turning her back to face him.

Aoife watched as he held her fingers in one hand, then lifted his other hand to slip underneath the balaclava at his neck. She held her breath as the black material whispered against his neck, fingers dragging it slowly past his chin, to rest on top of his nose.

Aoife’s eyes drank in what details they could in the dim corridor. Pale skin, barely there stubble, a faded scar spearing through his lips that parted slightly as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

The sergeant held her breath as Ghost lifted her fingers towards his lips, and damn near saw stars when he placed a warm, gentle kiss along her knuckles. His eyes met hers as he pulled away, watching, and waiting for her reaction.

Finally taking a breath, Aoife met his gaze. His dark brown eyes searched hers as he lowered her hand again, giving it a small squeeze. Coming to her senses, Aoife squeezed his fingers back, making sure to not break eye contact as her lips lifted in a small, shy smile.

“Night, LT.”

Ghost let go of her fingers and took a step back from her door, giving her a small nod, eyes crinkling imperceptively under his mask.

“Night, Rusty.”

Well, there it is. I’m not 100% happy with it, I wanted to add something more about her callsign, but fuck it it’s 1:30am and I’m knackered. Maybe I’ll add to it, who knows. Anyway - taadaa????

#simon riley #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #cod #mw2 #cod ghost #ofc #original character #ghost is a dork at heart

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violettduchess · 1 year

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Leon, baby animals, 🌷

A/N: Here you go, my favorite world traveler! @bellerose-arcana I hope you like it, whenever you get a chance to read 💜

Leon x Reader

Part of the Spring Showers, Spring Flower CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 and myself

Word Count: 792

As much as you love your work at the palace as Royal Librarian, a title bestowed upon you by King Chevalier and seconded by all the other princes, when you get the chance to leave it all behind and go back into town, the place you grew up, the place that will always feel like home, you jump at it.

Today’s excursion is visiting a childhood friend’s new home on the outskirts of town. She and her wife bought a derelict farm, and with a lot of love and hard work, breathed life back into it. It sounded so charming in her letter that you had run straight to Leon's office, excitedly telling him how that you hoped to go as soon as possible. That day has finally arrived and the hour-long trip out to the country at it's end. The carriage rolls to a stop on the narrow dirt road and you eagerly squeeze Leon’s hand.

“We’re here!”

He can’t help but grin at your excitement as you jump down from the carriage without needing a helping hand from him or the driver. Holding the large, white wicker basket full of presents you have prepared for your friend, Leon nods a thank you and slips the driver a small pouch of gold coins so he can return to town and enjoy himself while you two are away. He balances the heavy basket in the crook of his arm, careful because he knows how much trouble you went through to procure everything in there: smoked venison from the royal hunting grounds, various sausages and herbs, several jars of Luke’s pick for the best honey of that year as well as jams and jellies from the royal orchards. You and Yves had spent several days baking all kinds of treats which you carefully wrapped in wax paper and tied with colored twine. You even managed to convince the king to part with one edition of a rare book on Benitoite ship masonry because you knew her wife is a fan.

Now, with the sun shining down in greeting, you hold Leon’s free arm as you walk up the pathway to the large white farmhouse. The scene is as picturesque as they come: a white farmhouse nestled into rolling green fields. A pasture with sturdy, slow-moving cows lazily grazing. In the distance a barn with a red roof, an enclosure with a chicken coop and numerous fluffy white hens and one very self-assured rooster strutting his way around the ladies.

You glance at Leon to see him looking around, admiration in his expression and it warms your heart. He may be a royal but he has never once lost his appreciation of the simpler things, hence your many, clandestine strolls through town together, cloaked and hooded as you simply mingled with the townspeople, enjoying the time away from watchful eyes and palace intrigue.

The front door to the farm house swings open and your friend emerges, her smile as wide and friendly as you remember. She waves, calling your name. Suddenly from behind her, a loud commotion, another woman’s voice yelling something incomprehensible as several small, brown, furry bundles of pure energy escape the confines of the house, charging down the wooden steps and outside to FREEDOM and NEW PEOPLE!!!

And they make a beeline not for you, but for the tall human carrying the basket full of such INTERESTING SMELLS!!!!

Your friend covers her mouth in horror, you cover yours in amusement as the mass of puppies charge him, whimpering and barking, tails wagging manically. Their oversized paws like unwieldy door knockers thump against his legs. Some are bold and bark, some seem to be attempting to scale him like a tower.

“Oh, I am so sorry-“ Your friend’s words are cut off as Leon grins, holding out the SMELLS SO GOOD!!! basket which you take from him, before he sinks down onto the grass, his eyes bright with delight as he reaches out, trying to pet all the puppies at once.

“Aren’t you a handsome little fellow?” He turns as another happily jumps, both paws leaving uneven dusty paw prints on his white shirt. “Hello love, what a sweet girl you are!” One heftier, roly-poly puppy wiggles his way under Leon’s arm, determined to get pets and he laughs. “You’re a proper lad now, look at you!” The onslaught of puppy love continues, their enthusiasm growing like a tidal wave of happy whimpering, jumping bodies shaking with excitement. Leon, unable to maintain balance, topples over, surrendering fully, his arms full of soft, brown fur, his cheeks wet with puppy kisses and sniffs.

With a smile and a sigh you turn, offering your friend the basket.

“Congratulations on your beautiful home. This is from us. Me and--” You glance back at Leon whose laughter is audible over the excited puppy sounds coming from the horde that’s swallowed him.

Your smile is tender, shaped by love. “My husband.”

Tagging: @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @aceuuuuu @scorchieart

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri leon #leon dompteur #leon x reader #spring showers spring flowers ccc #fluff #ikemen fanfic #ikemen fanfiction #otome fanfic #violettwrites

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signed-author · 4 months

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As the grasps of winter close around, They are seen.

Artemis is seen ushering the hibernating into safest havens. Covering the slumbering with leaves and snow, closing off the light for their winter’s sleep as the winter lovers are escorted into their white utopia.

Apollo is seen brushing sunlight across the faces of the summer sweet. The ones who seem to freeze in the depression of winter, frozen in the still scenery. He hands them a spec of light for summer will return soon. While He may be present with many’s winters, sun glowing warm.

Poseidon and Zeus are seen, creating a scene of gray skies. The luscious evergreens and the snow seeping around the bark of the naked bark of many passing trees. They may create storms, ice piercing and gliding over as the snow blocks many inside, spreading a wild freeze.

Demeter is seen growing the winter’s produce, putting what is left of the seasons harvest to rest for another year, watching it freeze over due to the ruthless freeze. Soon, they will thaw. And she will be there.

Dionysus is seen in the drunken smiles of young fellows and dears dancing with one another. People who share their stories under the winter sky around the bonfire, hand in hand as they sing. Present at the performances and plays throughout nations. Perhaps he’s there, wearing a mask and reciting along.

Hestia is seen in the child who’s in awe of the fire ahead. Hands outstretched and eyes that twinkling. Her mother wraps her arms around her in content. For the family is finally all home from the winter cold. She runs her hot hands over the frozen ones, blowing warmth on their faces. Showing them gracious hospitality as strangers give the hungry cookies, treats, and meals of many kinds.

Aphrodite is seen in the love that flows throughout the season. Lightly kissing the hair of ones who are broken. In the children who got a new puppy or kitten, in lovers under the mistletoe, in families so peaceful, and strangers who smile as they walk by, wishing each other happy holidays and good new year.

Hermes is seen in their travels, watching over drivers on icy nights. In the ones who spend their holidays without a roof. As they seem to find their own joy, singing together no matter how bad, grateful they’re simply alive. He waves them all hello, singing songs that move many. Sweet souls he protects from the wintertime frost.

Everywhere you look, They can be seen. In the trees and the sky, in the sun and stars. I smile and sigh as I look around: for in this winter, They are found.

#POET #deity worship #devotional poetry #my plan was to do as many deities as possible but I didn’t want to unintentionally drive myself into a burnout #so I stuck with my original plan #add to it if you’d like!!

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rbbrbikerthorp · 2 years

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James Disappears

James had it all. He had just turned 18, he had a loving family, one elder brother and one younger sister, and he had a steady girlfriend. He kept fit at the gym and played five-a-side football with friends he’d stayed in contact with from school. James wanted to be an accountant, and was following his dreams by combining studying at college and working as a junior in one of the city’s accountancy firms. Typically, James would split his days between attending college classes and working for the firm.

So, it may come as a surprise to read that one-day James just simply disappeared. He was last seen by fellow students boarding the number 13 bus. That was one of several on the route between his college and the main bus station in the city centre. Only one person has come forward to say what happened when James alighted.

One of the last passengers to get off the bus recalls seeing the student [James] literally bumping into what she described as a ‘ruffian’. She said he looked like a ‘thug’ with a shaved head, wearing black boots, jeans that looked like they had been splashed a long coat who was smoking. You know, one of those skinhead thugs.

Concerned for the student’s safety, the passenger pretended to be checking messages on her phone, but she was really listening in to their conversation. From what she could hear, the two were just talking about the skinhead's clothes and in particular the boots he was wearing. The passenger couldn’t be certain, but she felt like the skinhead was actually flirting with James.

The skinhead got a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and lit one for himself. He inhaled and blew the smoke right in James’ face! ...and he kept doing it, over and over. Each time he did, the skinhead would ask James questions. The passenger thought she could hear, “You think I’m hard, don’t you? You like skinheads, don’t you? You wanna be my skinboi, don’t you?” James didn’t say anything, he just nodded. Mindlessly. It was like the student was in a trance. The skinhead then took a big inhale from the cigarette and flicked it onto the ground, stomping on it with his boot. He pulled the student towards him and kissed him. It wasn’t a little ‘peck on the cheek’ either. To the passenger it looked like the skinhead was giving James mouth to mouth! Things took a turn for the worse when she realised that he was kissing the skinhead back.

The passenger heard the skinhead say, “Leave your stuff. Follow me skinboi!” Robot-like, James dropped his books and took the rucksack off his shoulder and put it on the ground. The passenger watched James follow the skinhead, just like a puppy following its master. With that the two disappeared into the distance.

A number of days had passed by when the passenger that travelled on the bus the same day James disappeared was once again in the city centre, near the bus station.

Sitting down by the side of the road was two of those skinheads, ones that wear tall laced-up black boots, with white laces and jeans splashed with bleach. As she passed them by, she stopped abruptly, and looked towards a bench on the side of the road. The skinhead that was adjusting his socks looked very familiar indeed, but she just couldn’t place him.

#skinhead #smoking #ranger boots #bleachers

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desperatehoney · 1 month

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I…. I…. I need a man to sit in a chair and tease me while I lick him over his underwear desperately and then eventually suck him off while he’s still teasing me

#trans nsft #t4t nsft #mlm nsft #trans guy nsft #ftm nsft #t4t ns/fw #nsft trans #nsft bottom #ftm mlm #ftm bottom #puppy watches fellow travelers #definitely nothing to do with this show. why would u think that. why.

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austajunk · 8 months

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ClockBolt for No.11?

I actually just played Desuhiko’s DLC last night and it gave me a pretty good laugh. So this one is for my love for this freaking idiot.

Fubuki asks Desuhiko for a favor. She would like to play with a dog for a bit and if he could just use his Disguise forte in a different sort of way to indulge her…well, who knows what she might do!

Triggers: Petplay, but trust me, this is probably as wholesome as I get when I write.

“Oh, this is so very adorable!”

“Woof woof!”

Fubuki couldn’t help but to laugh and clap as Desuhiko rolled around on the floor in his little doggy costume. He wore a pair of brown ears that clashed a bit with his fuzzy blonde hair, but it was just too cute for Fubuki to ignore. Every time he crawled back over to her and nuzzled against her thighs, the heiress wanted to fall to her knees and throw her arms around her short, fellow detective.

Or she would… if his cock didn’t flop so freely between his legs as he paraded around as a dog. Fubuki but her bottom lip, stifling a small giggle. When she said she wanted him to dress as a dog, she meant it. Desuhiko had stripped himself of his clothing and adorned nothing but furry ears and a tail. The tail, of course, was a bit of a harder fit, but after playing around with some lubricant that she found in Chief Yakou’s desk, Fubuki managed to fit the large plug between Desuhiko’s tight cheeks. He clenched his teeth harder as the fat plug invaded his puckered hole, reminding Fubuki of a growling mutt more by the minute. Desuhiko really was a professional who could get into character.

After the plug slid into his ass, he whimpered and rolled over on his belly, bucking to adjust to the girth planted inside of him.

Fubuki beamed at him on the floor. She was so very glad that she had come to Desuhiko with her strange requests that morning.

“You want me to be a dog, Princess?!” Desuhiko gripped his beanie when she had asked him. But after a few moments of convincing him just how special it would make her feel, the short superstar wannabe was practically eating out of her hand.

Maybe it was because being a dog got him plenty of strokes and caresses. “Thank you for doing this, Desuhiko! It has been so very long since I have gotten to play with a puppy!” She said, rubbing his belly. Her voice was like silk to Desuhiko’s ears and he couldn’t help but to groan happily. His cock twitched at those baby soft fingers tracing across his toned stomach. He was getting so hard already and it was…kind of embarrassing but Fubuki’s joyful laughter seemed to melt it away bit by bit.

Not to mention, the toy in his ass bounced inside of him with every mood he made. He was glad to be on his back and relatively still for now. “No problem, Princess. As long as you’re happy-“

Fubuki cut him off with a stare. “Doggies don’t talk.”

Desuhiko blinked. Then he flushed, another hot throb traveling through his cock. Geez. Who knew such a sheltered princess could be so damn kinky? “Er..woof! Woof woof!”

“There we go!” Fubuki’s smile returned. She whipped her long braid behind her shoulders and returned to stroking Desuhiko’s stomach.

“Ngh…” Every moment, Fubuki’s hands swept lower and lower until she was patting his curly mat of pubic hair. She was so close to touching him there and she just…wouldn’t! It was torture. His cock stood in attention, waiting for her to wrap those soft hands around him and caress him until he melted in her grasp. His mouth watered at the thought, but she seemed too absentminded in enjoying her new pet to care.

“Hehe… this is also pretty cute…”

Fubuki ran her finger under his shaft, watching as he quivered and whined. “It keeps standing up! What should I do about it? Is my little doggy sick?”

“Ah…aha…” Desuhiko wanted to cry out to the heavens and beg for the teasing to end. Shamefully, he was already oozing a wet dollop of precum to soak over Fubuki’s digit.

That was when a clever and devious idea overtook Desuhiko’s mind. If the princess was going to play with him like this, then he was going to just have to play with her back with her own rules. He rolled over out of her lap and pawed up against her voluptuous chest. Fubuki fell back against her bed in surprise.

“Huh-?”

Desuhiko gave a small bark and ran his hot tongue up the side of her cheek.

Fubuki winced and grabbed her cheek. “Oh my! Naughty doggy! What are you doing?”

In response, Desuhiko growled and whined. Like an eager puppy, he scratched at her chest until her top slipped under her heavy breasts. Those milky mounds slid free for him to kiss, lick, and suckle. The groans from Fubuki told him he hadn’t gone far enough. He needed her as wet for him as he was for her. He kissed her right breast and searched until his lips fit around one of her stiffening nipples. As he suckled and nipped her swollen nub, he urged her down to the floor beneath him. If he was a dog, wasn’t it okay to mount her like one?

“Ohh… ungh…” Fubuki squealed, her body undulating to his ministrations. He straddled over her chest and left a trail of loving kisses down to her core. With some quick work with his fingers, he slid her shorts and cotton panties down between her legs and lowered himself to her thighs. God, was this a dream? Desuhiko almost had to slap his hands to his face. How many times had he imagined going down on a beautiful woman and making her sing her pleasure back to him? And now it was happening.

“Huh…ngh…what’re you doing back there, Princess?” Desuhiko moaned. Something hot and wet traced the bottom veins of his cock. When he panted and glanced behind, he saw the sheltered detective craning her neck to run her tongue along his shaft. “F…Fuck…Fubuki…”

The tongue action ceased. “What did I say?” Fubuki jerked her head up, refusing to engage with him any longer.

“Ah! S-sorry! Woof! Woof woof!”

How else could he seriously beg for Fubuki to suck his cock? Well…he supposed he could always encourage her. While Fubuki formed a pout to her full lips, Desuhiko grinned and used his fingers to gently part her legs. Planting himself between her thighs again, his warm tongue drifted across her outer petals. He felt Fubuki flinch beneath him, something that sent wave after wave of satisfaction through Desuhiko. He grinned and gave her pussy a hearty kiss before burying his tongue inside of her.

She squealed and rolled her hips. “Oh-! Desuhiko…ngh…” But Desuhiko ignored her. It felt too good to make her weak for him.

His tongue found her swollen clit and gave a few flicks, savoring the way Fubuki moaned. If she wanted to make things even, she knew she had to continue playing with him as well.

As he sucked and nibbled her clit, Fubuki let his cock breach her lips. Desuhiko could barely choke back an animalistic groan as he entered the warm depths of her mouth. He couldn’t help himself. He threw his arms around her legs so he could stuff his tongue into her pussy. He licked in circular motions as her own tongue traced the open slit of his dick. The more she wriggled beneath him, the more he knew that was making her hover over the precipice of ecstasy. And he was about there himself.

“Woof…”

The way she threw her head back and the meeting of her juices to his lips told him that she had just met her release. Fubuki panted and sputtered across his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations through him that he could no longer ignore. “Shit-!” He pulled out from between Fubuki’s lips and shot his thick load down beneath her full breasts, staining them in his translucent, white seed.

The two laid there in the afterglow for a few moments, their chests rising and falling together. But Desuhiko reasoned that he had learned a bit more in the last hour about being a faithful pet than most. He buried himself between Fubuki’s legs to lick her clean.

“Ah! Desuhiko-!”

“Woof!” He grinned against her folds before returning to his work.

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #desuhiko thunderbolt #fubuki clockford #clockbolt #nsft #nsft prompts #thanks for the ask!#writing prompts #my ficlets

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mothfinite · 3 months

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wrote up some cookie run s/i stories/lore !!!! :3

DREAMBERRY COOKIE 🍓

“what do you dream of?”

created from fluffy meringue, sweet berries, and lovely dreams, dreamberry cookie is a perfect representation of a light and airy pavlova in cookie form. he was created by the wizards and left the city of wizards out of curiosity shortly before they all disappeared, and in turn, dreamberry was left with no instructions or purpose. they wandered earthbread without a clue of where to go; all they knew is they wanted to grant the dreams of their fellow cookies. as they traveled, they left behind only stories of dreams come true in their wake, becoming some a sort of fairytale. tales say that if you see them in your dreams, they'll be arriving to meet you very soon.

dreamberry cookie craves true companionship, but has always been unsure of how to achieve it.

they are a frequent passenger on the sugarcloud express.

they can freely roam the world of dreams by themself, unaffected by the surreal surroundings. they are able to travel from dream world to dream world without needing to take the train, but they do anyways so they're not as alone.

MILK TEA COOKIE 🧋

“tapioca heart, guide my path~!! sweet milk magica! ♡”

once just an everyday cookie, milk tea cookie's whole life was changed when they saved an unfamiliar creature from harm: the boba pearl fairy! the fairy, grateful for his help, decided to grant a wish for hym in exchange for taking on the protection of a magical artifact known as the tapioca heart. they agreed to the deal, and in becoming the tapioca heart's protector, they gained it's powers and the ability to transform into milk tea magica, magical guardian cookie! their new powers also came with 3 different forms, all bearing different flavors for their milk tea dough: taro bunny, matcha puppy, and rose kitty! with their new powers and alter ego, they dedicated themself to not only protecting the tapioca heart, but also fighting evil across earthbread. no villain stands a chance against milk magica, guardian of the tapioca heart!

milk magica's true identity as milk tea cookie is only a secret to their enemies… save for maybe some of their ex-villains…?

boba pearl fairy is based on the donut ball fairies from ovenbreak! their appearances are very similar.

their wish that was granted by the boba pearl fairy is one of their biggest secrets. milk tea and the fairy are the only ones who know it.

HONEY LAVENDER COOKIE 🪻

golden, glittering thread weaves between this cookie's hands, their watchful gaze keeping a close eye… but on what? why, fate, of course! with their golden string of fate, honey lavender cookie can glimpse into the future with just the flick of their wrist. no one but honey lavender cookie knows where they got the string, but rumor has it that it isn't the only source of their abilities. though only they can read the string, their readings are always accurate. as the scent of lavender soothes your senses, they'll remind you that fate is never set in stone; you can always change it if you're willing to try.

before honey lavender cookie received the string of fate, they would have foggy dreams/visions of the future. the string is merely the conduit for this ability - it doesn't provide them the power itself.

the tufts of lavender on their body are meant to be ears + a tail!

when not handling the string of fate, honey lavender will often secure it to their waist. their sleeves are also oversized, so they will fall over their hands when not using it.

#꒰ kitty is typing... ꒱ 💌#🍓dreamberrycookie.zip #🪻honeylavendercookie.zip #🧋milkteacookie.zip

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shimmerbeasts · 3 months

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So Far From Home

Some cubs were born practically fearless.

It was hard to say whether that lack of fear came from the slumbering string of Darkin conscience inside of them, which while not yet being able to control them the same way it strongarmed the adults, still influenced the little rascals as they discovered the world around them. Usually a cub would be under the watchful eyes of one of the packmates. However, once every while one of them managed to break loose and explore the world on its own.

As did this cub. Naafiri and the pack had tracked a robber and its mule towards one of the old ruins, scattered across all of Shurima. It still felt alien to look upon monuments built in honour of dead warriors and emperors and know exactly who they used to be when alive. The crumbling ruins and the mountains of sand, covering the stone, convinced the Darkin even further how Shurima oughta be owned by the wildlife and not by humans. Maybe it had been these ponderings, which made the pack lose sight of one of the cubs. Maybe it had smelled something promising and fell into a sprint of its own.

The cub after a fast, slightly wobbly sprint stopped in a bush and gasped for breath. The hot sun was baking its thin red fur with muscles so dense, it seemed as if it was carrying around more blood than it needed. That same blood was whispering and churning in its veins, telling of powers the little whelp was far too young to grasp yet. Even so, it strutted through that bush, pointy, slim tail raised, head held high, ears swivelling and the small shard of a Darkin dagger reflecting the light from above.

There. The puppy caught the smell of a lone traveller, wandering through the desert, perhaps looking for some shelter or shade. It poked its head through the blades of long grass as it inspected the traveller. They were on their own, urging a half-blind mule forward. The animal's ears swivelled around and its walk was unsteady. The rider was dressed in heavy, dark brown clothes, draped over a slender frame. Too many layers if the smell of sweat was anything to go by. The little cub put its ears back and revealed a small maw full of sharp, pointy teeth.

The whelp released a loud bark, trying to sound as threatening as it could, however, it sounded more like a hoarse squeak. It then came running at the mule and tried to jump the animal. Yipping and snapping at its hooves, it caused the half-blind animal to rear up a touch, whining in displeasure. Its swinging front hooves missed the puppy by mere inches. The little fellow remained undeterred, barking loudly as it kept growling at the mule, paws pressed into the soil ears pushed back. It was behaving like it was thinking of itself as a much bigger and more powerful animal.

Perhaps not even an animal at all.

@veiled-lady

#veiledlady #rp: so far from home #prey is near...approach with tact: naafiri interaction #Default Verse[Naafiri]#things changed since you left: queue

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hughungrybear · 7 months

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List 10 comfort shows and then tag 10 people

Tagged by @imlivingformyselfdontmindme 😁

(I'm sorry, I was late to notice this mention and just found the time to do this list).

In no particular order because I feel like people will come for my head if I do rank lists 😅😅😅😅

SOTUS and SOTUS S

Yep, technically these are two shows. I don't care. I WILL DIE WITH THIS SHIP. LOL 🤪

Haikyuu!

I read the manga and watched all seasons of the anime. The best shōnen manga ever published - even without the obvious BL ships 😅

ReLife

A mysterious pill that gives its recipient a second chance at (high school) life? Count me in! I am just in love with its concept and plot. Like Haikyuu, I have read (and re-read) the manga and watched the anime and live-action. Though both the anime and live-action are somewhat lacking (probably because they were aired before the manga was finished), it is still my go-to show whenever I feel life is extra sh*tty.

To My Star and To My Star 2

My fellow BL fans would understand why this series managed to tug at my heartstrings. I would always see puppy Kang Seo Joon and his reluctant "owner" Han Ji Woo whenever I re-watch the episodes.

Bad Buddy

This one should be obvious - I basically created this Tumblr account because I could not contain my BBS thoughts anymore LOL

2 Moons 2

I prefer this version to the previous one. Mainly because of JoongNine, although it is a shame that they were not able to give this series a proper ending due to controversies surrounding the production company.

A Tale of Thousand Stars

I love the plot. I love the acting. I love the location. I love the director. What more would I want?

The Gifted (Seasons 1 and 2)

The series that solidified my love for Nanon. Whenever people ask me for a recommendation for "good" TV, I always start with this series.

Erased

What can I say? I am a sucker for Japanese manga - especially if it involves something awesome like murder mystery and time-travelling. Like ReLife, I have read the manga during publication and also watched the anime and the live-action on Netflix.

My School President

This combines my two loves - BL and music. It also does not hurt that the leads are adorable and they actually know how to sing (unlike some BLs I know that have a musical number for no apparent good reason. Yes, looking at you, Between Us 😅). It is also the only Thai series that I almost have a complete collection of merch.

Now, to share my misery LOL. Tagging @lost-my-sanity1, @ellasaru12, @telomeke, @shortpplfedup, @queersouthasian, @plantsarepeopletoo, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @miscellar, @ablazenqueen, @dribs-and-drabbles

#tag game #sorry people #i just tagged the blogs I am following

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prismaticpichu · 2 years

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Happy Friday, friendos!!! You made it!!! <3 Plz accept this totally random and neglected fic as a token of celebration!!! (Many apologies.)

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"Seph, can I roll down the window?"

Green eyes never left the road ahead, blurring with cars and motorcycles as greasy ribbons streamed in the wind. "The air conditioning is already on." It was rather humid outside, and the man didn't particularly wish to smell the pollution.

"Not for that!" Zack slouched in his seat, restless fingers toying with the buckle. They were returning to base after an extermination mission in the heart of the city; with all the choppers currently occupied by Turks, it was one of the rare times they were forced to take the Jeep.

Sure, Zack never passed his exam, but there were countless perks to being a passenger.

Including...

"So, can I, bud?" Zack blinked innocently towards his friend, knowing he could see the puppy-dog plea in the rearview mirror.

Sephiroth scoffed. "We already turned on the radio," he argued, and with it, sacrificed his immunity to the pop music he had been tuning out. Still, just as he had conceded to humor Zack with the syrupy music, he found himself pressing the button by his side.

All the walls. Shattered.

Zack watched, starlight dancing in the sapphire eyes as his window began to rattle down… then his joy being cut short when the glass did the same, only traveling about halfway before freezing.

"Happy?" Sephiroth begrudgingly asked.

"Yep, but it can be all the way?"

Sephiroth was already scowling at the bangs whipping into his face. "...Fine." He was admittedly a little too drained to protest, sparing a quick glance to his friend who—

Proceeded to stick his head out.

"What in Gaia are you doing?" Sephiroth battled to be heard over the screeching wind. "Stop that."

Charcoal locks were thrown wildly in the gusts, lashing his face and the cobalt-blue eyes that could hardly keep up with the mesmerizing canvas of flurrying lights and signs. "Whooooohoooo!" he howled like a hound on his birthday. "No way, Seph! This is awesome!"

Since removing his hands from the wheel was probably unwise, Sephiroth could only grab his sleeve in desperation. "Stop that before I ensure your head meets a very ugly demise."

"You'd never!" Zack shouted back through his laughter, shaking his arm free from the gloved intruder and slinging it over the door. "Never, ever, ever! Whoooooh!"

Sephiroh needed both hands as he veered into a separate lane. Ifirt, Zack was right: he would never, but he had been hoping it would be enough to discourage him. They were speeding down a freeway, no traffic lights in sight, and his spearing voice was like a feather to the brunet’s ear.

"Whoooohhhaahaha! You gotta try this, Seph! It's like a roller coaster!" His stomach was pounding against his stomach, swirling and dancing and performing all sorts of acrobatics, swallowing greedy gulps of air stirred in their sixty-five-mile zoom. "Whoooooooooh!"

"Zachary," he tried again, snarling, darting between his best friend and the demanding highway.

"Seeeeeephiroth!" was his defiant response.

Admitting defeat, furious but not sure at whom, Sephiroth returned his undivided attention to the road. His mercury tresses flurried just as violently as his comrade's, although thankfully not blindingly. He had no choice but to sit there, bombarded by the music he had blasted for his friend, with the autotuned voices somehow adding fuel to Zack's wildfire. The brunet sang along, laughing, cheering, living his best life and ignoring all the peculiar stares from fellow drivers and passengers... nothing but the embodiment of Zack Fair.

And when Zack turned over his shoulder, grinning like the moon—being the moon in their smoggy world—Sephiroth returned It.

They finally reached headquarters a half hour later, much to Zack's disappointment. Sephiroth parked the Jeep in the nearest garage, swiping Masamune from the backseat while Zack retrieved Buster, teetering on his feet as he staggered out of the car.

Sephiroth swerved around the door to join him, only to find that Zack's hair resembled nothing less than as if a hurricane had manhandled it. He paused, blinking, digesting the... uncomfortable thought of his own hair (treasured like raw silver) succumbing to the same fate.

It took Zack a moment to realize what his friend was gaping at. He ran a hand through the matted spikes. "Yikes! That bad, huh? Guess I'll need to come in late tomorrow to brush it out, right?" He flashed his commander a smile of the same nature as a school student miserably failing to play hooky. Hey, Seph was an even bigger hair maniac than the ladies at the salon—it was worth a shot.

Sephiroth scoffed, beckoning for Zack to follow him into the nearby elevator. "Not a chance, Fair." Unfortunately, he was an even bigger workaholic.

"Daww..." Zack bemoaned, but he lit up with a grin as he trailed his friend through the sliding doors. "That was a blast! We oughta take more drives, bud."

Sephiroth folded his arms, leaning against the icy metal of ShinRa's elevator. "Please..."

"Aww, Seph..."

But Sephiroth's lips curled into a smirk as the elevator began to ascend, alone from the tumultuous and hungry eyes of the streets. He laid a hand on the boy's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"Gaia..." Sephiroth shook his head. "How did this ever happen?"

Zack mirrored the smirk. "Beats me."

I did this SO MUCH as a little bean until Hereditary rolled around. I was never allowed to again xD

#sephiroth #Zack Fair #ff7 #story time #fanfic #fangirl #randomness #you know my sanity’s still chipping #happy Friday!!!!!#puppy zack

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