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desswright29 · 10 months

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Soldier Girl

Warnings: (Smut 18+), Mentions of blood, Inexperience

Pairing: Mo WashingtonX Black Fem reader

word count: Baby ion know. Let it ride

A/N: Enjoy!!

I stepped out onto my porch couple hours ‘fo sundown. Going out to collect a bit mo’ wood for my oven and fire pit. I grab my axe throwing it over my shoulder, hiked up my dress and set out on my usual path, intendin’ to make quick work of me one of them dead tree’s in them woods near by. Don’t much happen ‘round these parts for me. No neighbors for miles and I grow all I need right chea on my land, only gotta make a trip to town ‘bout once a month. Built me a good size house and barn fo’ my animals, got a few chickens as well. I do damn well on my own and that’s how I likes it.

As I walk, gettin’ further down on my trail I noticed a horse tied to a tree a lil up yonder. As I got a bit closer, I found a man laying ‘gainst that same tree, hat covering his face, restin’ I reckon. But, I don’t take to kindly to folk trespassing on my land. So, I silently make my way cross the brush up to the restin’ fella. Fast as lightenin’ I brought my axe down to meet the side of his neck stopping short from cutting’ ‘em. Just as fast, I was met with the barrel of his Remington six-shooter.

“Who’s you and why is you in my woods.” I say real calm like. His other hand come up grabbing his hat placing it back on his head directly. He slowly turned his head toward me careful not to meet his neck with my blade. That’s when I got a view of his sharp jawline, perfect lips (not too full, not too thin), and the tip of his nose. Hm, look like he a handsome fella.

“I ain’t know’d nobody owned these here woods Ma’am I’s just passing through. Needed a rest thas all. I can be on my way.” That’s when he looked all the way up, I got a peak under that there hat, and I’ll be damned….

“You’s a lady!” I say. I wasn’t asking. I know a woman when I see one, and this one here was one of the handsomest women I’d ever laid eyes on, it could take ya’ breath away. She looked at me, expression not changing.

“Ma’am, I promise ion’t want no trouble. If you would lower ya blade, I could be on my way.”

“How ‘bout you lower dat gun first.”

“How ‘bout we do it together.”

“Fine by me.”

“A’right on three.” She say, gettin’ up real turtle like from her spot on the ground. “One.. two.. three”

We both put down our weapons and then fast brought ‘em back up. She looked at me and smirked. My stomach felt all fluttery. She put her gun down and I followed along wit my axe.

“What’chu doin’ out chea lookin’ like this gal” I say. Curious to know why she was out here masqueradin’ in men’s clothes.

“Just passin’ through ma’am. I’ll be on my way now.” I looked her up and down as she gathered her things to head out. Her clothes was covered in blood, she looked like she hadn’t rested in days.

“Naw nie, you look like ya’ need some rest. That yo’ blood?”

“That ain’t yo’ bidness”

“Gon’ be my business if you want me to let ya’ rest here. It’s almost sundown and all this here my land. Where else ya gon’ go gal.”

She turned her head left and that’s when I saw the gash in her neck. I gasped.

“Somebody hurt you!”

“Don’t matter. They gone now” She say, mystery lying’ in her tone. Dat’ll be a story fo’ another time.

“Let me help ya.” I offer. “The sun gon go down in a few. I’s just gathering some wood so I can cook some dinner and light a fire to keep warm. My house just up yonder. You know these nights get freezing, and you look like you could use a hot meal. I got some water, apples, and some shelter for your horse too.”

She looked up into the sky and then back down at me with those eyes that was as deep as pools. Filled with stories. She nodded.

“Well, lady I reckon I should know your name if you gon’ be my guest” I say.

“Mo. Mo Washington.” She say, with a tilt of her hat.

“Mo. I’m Y/n” I say with a nod.

“Nice to meet you Miss Y/n” She looked at me, sizing me up cautiously.

“You ain’t gotta worry bout me lest you here to cause harm. You safe round here. Why don’t you help me gather up me some of this here wood and we can head on back.”

“Dat sound just fine Miss Y/n” Mo’ took off her jacket and threw it over her horses back, she rolls up her bloodied sleeves and takes the axe from my hands.

“I’ll cut. You can load it on ol’ Blondie over there.” She pointed at her horse, and went to work.

I watched her work. The veins protruding from her forearms as she gripped the axe and swung hitting the the stump she found with

precision, easily breakin’ it down. She was strong, and I was intrigued.

“What’s yo’ story? If you don’t mind me asking. How you end up here?” She brought the axe up and back down with a grunt, breaking the stump into another halve. I bit into my lip. My God.

“Once, I was set free, I decided to join the war. I watched them boys for awhile, and then I cut my hair bought a suit, walked on the base and picked up a uniform.” Grunt, slam. “Made enough money to get out and buy me a gold claim, so I can buy me and my people some land out this way. Ran into Tommy Walsh and his boys on the way to cash the claim, the coach crashed, ruined the claim.” Grunt, slam. “Long story short everybody dead and the good Lord saw fit to get me out alive, nie I’m tryna get far way from that place as possible.”

“You killed Tommy Walsh and his boys!?” My eyes wide as saucers. As a walked over gathering the wood she cut to stack on her horse back. She glanced over her shoulder at me.

“Only cause I had to.” There them damn flutters again.

“ Hm, So you’s a soldier. I ain’t never met no soldier gal befo’ “

“ We’ll I’m the only one I know of” she say walking up to me hand reachin’ out for a shake axe thrown over her shoulder. I reach and grab it, admiring how veiny and strong her hands are “So nice to meet ya.” She say, with a small smile. Our eyes met as we shook hands. The touch sent ‘lectricity through my body. Was it possible that I fancied this woman? The touch lingered a bit longer than normal.

“Uh I-I reckon we got enough here. We should head back fo’ dark catch us.” I said letting go of her hand. She stepped back eyes still on me, she smirked a little before tying the wood to the horse and guiding Blondie towards my home as I led the way.

The walk was silent as I walked beside her. I couldn’t help but to keep glancing’ her way. Lookin at the stride of her walk. All them cuts ‘n bruises and she still walked real smooth. This Mo smoother than any man I ever met. “You smell real pretty” I hear her soft voice break our silence. I smile.

“I make my own soaps and butters out of some of the stuff I grow in my garden. I’ll let you choose some to wash with tonight. I know you’re dying for a good soak.”

Mo’ smiled and nodded, as we walk up to my home. I led her round back to the stables and gardens and got Blondie some apples, then led her over to the trough to tie her up so she could drink. Filling my witches pot with water to boil, I couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes borin’ a hole into my back.

“How a lil lady like you get all dis here? You got a husband?” Mo’ say walking up on my porch with me. I scoff a bit.

“I’m surprised a strong woman like yo’self would aks a question like that. Another woman can’t be jus’ as strong as you?”

Mo’ smiled using one side of her mouth. Tilting her head to the side a bit, her hat adding that mystery to her. It was almost seductive.

“I ain’t said all that gal, I’m sure you plenty strong. You sho’ll stacked up to be.” A hint of what I believed to be flirtatiousness in her voice. Couldn’t be.

Thank the Lord fo’ my chocolate skin though, cause I’d be red as a tomato from blushin’. I turn ‘round and head in the house with her following behind me. I can hear her chuckle.

“To answer yo’ question Soldier gal, I built all this here m’self. I sell my soaps and things, milk from my cow, vegetables from my garden, and I do a bit of sewin’, to pay for supplies, and I do pretty damn good.”

“You out here all by yo’ lonesome?” Her eyebrow raised.

“Yup, I do a good job handlin’ m’self too”

Mo laughed, I knew then I’d do anything to hear that sound come from her again.

“Yea, I got a piece of that when you had yo’ axe up ‘gainst my neck.”

I raised a confident brow and headed to the kitchen.

“Got yo’self a nice place here Miss”

“Thank ya’ very much.” I smile big with pride. We should get you cleaned up fo’ dinner. Come on here, I’ll show you to the Wash room. First let me let you pick something to wash with. And get you some clean clothes.” I take her to my room pullin’ out my collection of soaps, oils, and butters.

“Whatever you wanna use just take it”

“You say you sell these?”

“Yea”

“How much?”

“Don’t worry about that I’m giving it to ya’”

“I can’t take from yo’ livelihood”

“ Chile! It’s only a few lil thangs I got plenty just take it!”

“Awright, awright gal, Shucks!”She went through smelling the soap, until she got to one I could see she took a liken’ to. “That one right there I make out of bergamot and lemon, it would suit you well.”

There goes that smile again. I could just die.

“I’m sure your waters done. I’ll go get it.” I say.

“Naw, I’ll take care of it. You can gon’ get started on that dinner.”

“All right. I’ll leave you be. I layed out something comfortable for you to wear for dinner.”

I decided to change into my thin white house dress to be a bit mo’ comfortable. I head back to the kitchen. And put on my apron, and pull out my chicken from the icebox, I’d got it all seasoned and let it marinade through out the day. Figured I’d make chicken, peas, and cornbread. I got my oven all started up and got the food going. Once I got my cornbread in the oven, I decided to go and check on my guest. I walked to the wash room and knocked.

“You doin’ aight in there?”

“I’m fine.. actually I was wondering if you had shampoo.”

“It’s in there in that lil cabinet. I could get it for you if you don’t mind me bein’ in there.”

“It’s fine.”

Slowly opening the door and making my way in, I see her in all her glor, soakin’ in the tub eyes shut head lying back relaxed. I walk to the cabinet and grab the shampoo.

“ You know uh, I-I could wash it fa’ ya. You been through a lot gettin’ this far. I’m sure you could use a lil pamperin’. ”

Mo opened her eyes, turning’ towards me lookin’ me directly in the eyes, she nods slowly. I move toward her, nealing at the side of the tub, grabbing my water cup to dip into the water and pour into her hair. I add the shampoo and began to massage it into her scalp. A deep groan come from Mo’s throat, she closed her eyes and sank deeper into the water. I smile and continue to lather rinse and repeat as I hum her a song.

“Ain’t nobody handled me this gently since I’s a baby I reckon”

I smiled. And reached out a hand in front of her as I finished washing her hair.

“ Here, let me get that sponge imma get ya back fa’ ya’”

Mo handed me the sponge and sat up. Surprisingly, she had a beautifully smooth back. I started washin’ her and she moaned meltin’ into my touch. The more sounds of approval I got the more it felt like an honor to cater to this here soldier gal. And I knew then, I did indeed fancy her. I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe right now.

I brought the sponge up from her back round her shoulders allowing her to sit back in the tub again. She leaned back and our heads were so close that I know she could feel my breath ticklin’ her ear. I held the sponge ‘gainst her upper chest and began to scrub. She brought her hand up to stop me and we locked eyes. Her eyes were filled with a confused type of desire, as our faces grew closer. I had to admit I was feeling the same. My head was confused but the throbbin at my core felt very sure. Our lips grew closer touching in the most gentle of kisses. Sendin my head swirling. I pulled back breakin’ away from those lips that were slightly rough, but in the most beautiful way.

“I’m sorry… I should go f-finish cookin” I say rushin out the do’. What in the world was that? I think as I start to fry my chicken.

A little later she come in the kitchen, dressed in a fresh button up and some more twead slacks that I’d sewn to sell, smelling like fresh bergamot and her Afro damp and picked out, parted in the right side. My heart stuttered, as she sat down at the table, chair turned to face me. I pulled the cornbread from the oven. And feeling eyes on my backside I had to break the tension.

“You like what you see soldier gal?”

I turned to look at her, and she looked caught. Sitting man spread, leaned back in the chair hands restin cooly on her stomach, bottom lip trapped inbetween her teeth. Her eyes shot up to meet mine.

“I I I’m uh sorry.”

“That’s not what I asked” I say, wiping my hands on my apron and walking towards her. A sudden burst of bravery hit me, I stopped right in front of her, her knees touching my shins.

She shook her head to both sides absentmindedly.

“I-it ain’t natural.” She says

“That ain’t what I asked neither. It ain’t nobody but me and you here, and I’m askin you, Do you. Like. What you see?” I ask bending over the chair holdin on to the seat of chair next to her thighs so I could be face to face with her. Her eyes locked on mine, and she nodded.

“Y-yea yea I reckon I do.”

“Is it comin’ natural to ya’? To like lookin’ at me?”

“I reckon so” she say breathin’ pickin’ up.

“Well that right there sound natural to me” I stood, leaving’ her breathless wantin’ mo’. I turned to go fix her plate. Putting a little extra somethin’ in my walk to give her a show. I could hear her let out a long sigh behind me. I fixed our plates and sat them down at the table, sitting next to her.

“Eat up”

“Look good” She say’s, but when I look up I see she’s looking at me. I bit my lip and turned toward her. Reckoning’ she wasn’t hungry fo’ no food at the moment.

“When you lookin’ at me like that. What you thinkin?”

“I ain’t thinkin’ as much as I’m feelin’. “

“Well what you feelin’?” Her eyes lower in an undeniable lust, and her voice is lower than i remember when she speaks next.

“Like I wanna kiss you, and I wanna feel you pretty lady. You gon’ let me do that?” She ask, leanin’ forward elbow on the table.

I stand again. This time making my way over to her, I push her back in her seat, hiking up my dress I make myself comfortable with both legs on either side of her lap.

“Do it please, kiss me, touch me. You can do whatever you want with me soldier gal”

She hungrily leaned in and connected our lips. Her hands gripped my waist as my arms snaked around her neck and I started to roll my body into her lap. Her hands lowered from my waist down to my backside givin’ it rough squeeze. She pulled away from the kiss, shocked.

“You ain’t got on no drawers!?” She whisper yelled. I laughed heartily.

“I’on like wearing’ em round the house.”

She growled low in her throat, and next thing I know I was being picked up and placed onto the table. Plates pushed to the side. Mo’ crawled on top of the table between my legs wrestlin’ with her shirt. I reached down helpin her untuck her shirt and I clumsily unbuttoned her pants as she got her shirt unbuttoned, and tossed to the side. Our lips connected again with her pressing her body into mine slowly grinding into me. I moan into her mouth reaching under her form fitting tank she still had on, touching the smooth skin of her firm stomach.

“I ain’t never done this befo’” she manages to say between kisses. I pulled away and looked into her eyes.

“Me neither, but it’s natural right. So we’ll just listen to our bodies. Do what they tell us to right?”

“Right.”

She leaned in, kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips, my chin, down to my neck. She took her time there. Sliding the straps of my gown down my arms revealing my breast. She looked down at them licking her lips. She went down further attaching her lips to my left breast while palming the other.

“Ah! Mo” her name comes out as a sigh on my lips. She moans at my taste, bringing her tounge out flicking it over my nipple before reattachin herself suckin a bit harder. She moves on from that one showin the other some attention too. Then she squeezes them together burying her face into my breast. Kissing, licking, sucking, moaning like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. I could feel my core leaking, waiting for her touch as she gave my body some much needed attention. She made her way down my body until she pulled my dress up making it bunch up at my center.

She opened my legs groaning at the sight of my flower. She began to kiss her way down my thighs. I threw my head back eyes clenched shut in anticipation. Then I felt her hand touch where I craved her most. My breath hitched.

“ My God… it’s so wet” she placed her thumb on my pearl, Stroking up, down, circle, circle. Up, down, circle, circle. She repeated the pattern.

“Ooooh Mo Babyyy! Y-you makin my body feel so goood!

“You smell so good Miss Y/n, I wanna taste you, can I put my mouth on you?”

“YES! Oh God please yes!” My breathing picked up, as she lowered herself down on me. I moaned softly as she placed a gentle kiss on my lady parts. Then another, and another. Slowly she stuck out her tongue and began licking long slow strips through my folds. It felt like my soul had left my body and was somewhere in another universe. I thought that was as good as it could get until Mo’ wrapped her lips around my pearl and began to suck. My eyes snapped open, my body lurched forward, mouth droppin open into the shape of in O, and my arms came down behind me to hold my body steady.

I watched her work. Strong hands gripping my thighs, face buried between them, eating me like I’s the best meal she ever had. “Mo’ I-I Oooooo”. Words betrayed me as my body shook from the pleasure I was recieving. I began to roll my hips into her face, head dropping back as I brought my hand up to grip her freshly washed hair. Apparently, this drove her crazy, because both of her arms wrapped themselves tightly around my thighs and before I knew it I was being lifted into the air and carried to the nearest wall. She pressed me up against the wall as I sat on her shoulders as she devoured me from what felt like the inside out. I was going crazy. She brought a finger to my entrance and started to thrust it inside me.

“Gyat Damnit Soldier Gal! I-I f-feel like I’m gonna explode! I can’t take nomore! Please!”

She took her mouth off only for a moment.

“ Yes you can. You can do it You strong pretty lady. Take it. I’m not done tasting you.”

“ AHHHH! Mo somethings happenin’ Don’t Stop!!! ” I scream as a warmth radiated throughout my entire body. I felt something snap inside my belly and then I was gripping the back of her head with one hand and the other shot to the ceiling. My hips bucked into her face and my back arched. My body was trembling overwhelmed by this new sensation, tears began to stream down my face. I had never felt anything like that befo’.

Mo, stayed down there and licked up every drop, then gently lowered me down, wrapping my legs around her waist.

“You alright pretty lady?” I looked at Mo with stars in my eyes, speechless. Still slightly jerking coming down from my high, causing Mo to chuckle a bit. “Talk to me little lady”.

I grabbed both sides of her face kissing her passionately. “I wanna make you feel good too, you been doing all that fightin’ and killin’, you deserve to somethin’ pleasurable.”

“You gon’ do that for me?” She bit her lip and raised a brow.

“Take me to the room and I’ll show you.”

Mo’ smiled and ran to the room with me in her arms. Once we reached the room, I wiggle out of her arms and push her backward until we reached the bed. I push her back onto the bed and pull off her tank, allowin her to pull down her pants and underwear. She now lay underneath me completely naked and all I wanted to do was take care of her.

I hover over her looking her deep in the eyes. Takin in all her scars. They somehow made her more beautiful. Knowin all she had been through and here she was trustin’ me with her body, Layin bare. I couldn’t possibly let her down. I kissed her neck right above the healin scar, and the other side against the one already healed. I moved down to her breast takin my time there. Her back arched as she brought her hands up to the back of my neck holding me up against her breast as though she was feeding me, and I sucked her slight but pretty breast like I’d been starving’ for years.

I left a trail of kisses down her belly making my way to her pretty little womanhood. In between strong toned chocalate thighs that glistened with her need for me. I placed two fingers against her folds. Swiping up, seeing her wetness coat my fingers. I hummed, looking up I met the eyes of the Soldier Gal, and proceeded to press a kiss against her bud. She let out a hissing sound, the arch in her back getting deeper as she threw her head back. I followed her lead doing what I’d felt her do to me.

“My my pretty lady” She moaned with that enchanting voice of hers, as I stuck my tongue inside her entrance moving it in and out. I brought my hand to her pearl and rubbed circles as I continued to bask in her taste.

“Oh right there! Please make me feel good!” She screamed grounding her heat into my face , that’s when something came to me. I pulled away suddenly earning a disappointed huff from Mo.

“It was feeling so good! Why’d you stop?”

“I w-want to try something. Uh, I want to feel you up against me”

“Huh? I ain’t no man I don’t think we gon feel nothing.”

“Let’s just try it hm?” She nods her head. I began to position myself over top of her. Throwing a leg over hers, then reaching down to spread open her lips, I lowered myself down onto her and both of us moaned out. Our eyes connected and we both smiled as I began to move my hips ‘gainst her. Her hands shot up to my hips holding me as she moved under me. We let out a simultaneous “Ooohhh!”.

“Oh goodness, Pretty lady t-this here feel too good!”

“Mhm!” Is all I could manage in response as I speed up the pace reaching down to pinch and play with her nipples. She groaned as her eyes closed and her breathing picked up and her head began to thrash side to side.

“Uuuhhhnnn!! I think I’m bout to explode!”

“Yes soldier gal that’s it! Let it take over you! We gon’ explode together! “

“Y-you feel s-so good ‘gainst me p-pretty lady!”

She say in a blissed out whimper. I bend down, our bodies still moving together, and took hold of her lips again.

“ Let it go fo’ me Mo, I’m goin’ with ya’” I moan before grabbing’ her breast and placing my lips against hers again. That’s when I felt the damn break. Mo’ started to tremble underneath me her mouth opened against mine, as she let out the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, followed by “Shhiiitt! shit, shit, shit!”

I felt her liquid gushing from her womanhood and that quickly brought me over the edge as well. My hips stuttered against hers. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held me real tight. Our mouths sitting open against eachothers swallowing the moans, my hands tangled in her Afro. Our bodies still moved against eachothers, in a trembling slow whine as we road out our highs together until we came down.

We both lay tangled together, quietly collectin’ our breath. She broke the silence.

“Miss y/n,… I wanna do that again.”

I looked up at her and couldn’t help but giggle at the smirk against her face. I kissed her lips.

“That was a hell of a welcome home huh Soldier Gal.”

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A/N: Y’all saw Mo dragging them big ass men y’all know she can scoop you up. Lol I hope y’all enjoyed, and don’t worry Shame pt. 5 is coming!

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husbandhoshi · 1 year

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LILY HI ITS ME STAR!!! HOW ARE YOU I LOVE U AND WISH U ALL THE BEST MUAH MUAH!! also: perhaps smth a little naughty at 11:36 PM with lab partner!wonwoo 👀👀

tags: college!au, inexperienced!wonwoo x f!reader, nerd!wonwoo, experienced!yn, oral (m!receiving)

[11:36]

wonwoo has never liked chemistry.

the periodic table looks like a colorful placemat and a titration might as well be a long winded recipe for a terrible cocktail. (although the ones at the delta tau delta chemistry themed party were good. they served them in little beakers, and wonwoo thought those were quite cute. that was also the party where he met you.)

speaking of you—unlike chemistry, wonwoo does, however, like you a great deal.

which makes chemistry much more tolerable because you are his lab partner.

on the first day of lab, when they had asked the class to pair up, you walked over to him, and wonwoo almost melted right into the ground.

"you're the only one here i know," you whispered, waiting for him to lean down to your height. he did, and you smelled like cherries. "we talked at the delt party. wonwoo, right?"

"yes, i'm wonwoo," he had said, words tripping and tumbling off of his tongue like he was learning to speak for the first time.

it was no better at the party, except he was drunk and you were drunker, and you had made the grave mistake of asking him what classes he was taking. two mike's hard lemonades and a battery acid vodka shot later, his dumb ass was still talking about emily dickinson, and you, somehow, were standing there in those mile-high heels, listening as if he was the most interesting guy at the party.

i think she's totally into you, mingyu had said, in that loud, spitty cadence he has when he's 90% beer.

don't be ridiculous.

but then you had asked wonwoo to walk you to your dorm, and you took the long way, winding right through campus.

he doesn't dream often, but he thinks the one he had that night was red and smelled like your lip gloss.

now, he thanks god for the miracle that is you in an oversized hoodie and shorts in his room past sundown.

granted, you're there to work on the last lab report of the term, and he had seen you just two nights ago at the kappa party, but wonwoo thinks he likes this version of you best. (that night, you had tried to break in your new heels. he ended up holding onto them, and you ended up holding onto him on the drunken stumble home. whether it was for support or for something else, wonwoo doesn't know, but he wishes he wore something different than the ratty polo from the back of his closet.)

"thanks for all your help," you say, closing your lab notebook. "i don't know how you're so good at all of this."

"i'm not," he laughs. he hands you your pencil case with the sailor moon charm, the one you were so proud to show him when he mentioned he watched anime. "it was all you."

you wave him off and bend down to put your things in your bag.

wonwoo tries his best to avert his eyes. he really does.

it's a valiant effort. there's a book out of order on his shelf (anna karenina, tolstoy). he really should have put that gundam figure away before you came over.

and your ass is perfect, but that doesn't really surprise him because he doesn't think there is a single thing wrong with you.

"you know," you start, still rifling around in your bag. "i heard something real interesting from mingyu the other day."

"hm?"

wonwoo changes the backlight color of his keyboard. it does not make him calmer. instead he feels all the peely leather on his gaming chair poke through his sweats and he tries not to think about the little birthmark you have on the back of your thigh.

"he told me that..." you stand straight and turn to face him. there's a fresh coat of gloss on your lips, like a magic trick. "you have a crush on me."

wonwoo doesn't know what to say. he likes to think before he speaks but now you're walking towards him and thinking isn't really an option anymore.

"right?"

"um."

not good. he didn't think he was that obvious but he's no liar.

"fine, i'll start." you're standing right in front of him now, and he thinks the gulp he takes is audible. "i like you."

he watches your lips form around the words, glittery and confident, and if he wasn't doomed before, he certainly is now.

his near perfect gpa is doing jack shit to help him understand why someone like you, gorgeous and funny and smart and popular, would ever take a second look at the gangly boy in the glasses.

but you are—in fact, you're staring with an intensity that makes him afraid you can actually see right through all the clothes he's got on.

"i—" come on, wonwoo thinks. they're the words he wanted to tell you outside your dorm building three weeks ago when you said you didn't know anyone quite like him. "i like you too. a lot."

"good."

the first thing he learns is that you're forward, and he likes that.

the second thing he learns is that your lip gloss tastes like cherry.

your mouth is hot and soft on his. he thinks he died and went to heaven, and then you're kissing him again, catching his bottom lip between your teeth so he whines into your mouth.

the last time he tried kissing was during senior prom. his date stood on her tiptoes and he accidentally bumped his nose into hers and missed her mouth and the whole thing was a disaster.

and yet now, wonwoo feels like he's melted right into your hands. you lead and his body just knows how to follow.

"you're shy, huh?" you murmur, pulling back to look at him. "that's so cute."

he doesn't quite know what he looks like but his glasses are slipping down his nose and he feels the menthol sting of your lips all over his. there has never been this much blood in his cheeks but that doesn't quite make sense to him because he feels all of it going straight to his dick.

"you're perfect," is what the primordial ooze in wonwoo's brain manages to put together.

you kiss him again, and when he remembers to relax his lips enough, you're slipping your tongue in and letting him suck, and you moan.

wonwoo swears he could have blown his load right there and then—when it came to you, it really didn't take much, and now he's wondering what your skin tastes like, craving the cherry of your cunt.

your hand on his chest, sharp nails and glittery rings, trails down nice and slow. it feels like he's on fire. it's a wonderful distraction from the sensation of your teeth on the pretty, taut skin over his collarbone, but then you're biting and licking and he feels his balls get so tight and heavy in his pants he might just cry.

and then your hand comes to rest on his lap, right over his hardness, and wonwoo's about to protest—no, no, sorry, i don't mean to have a boner! i've never been kissed like that before in my life!—until you drop to your knees, right in between his parted thighs.

"has anyone ever touched you like this?" you say, voice low, dizzying. "anyone ever made you feel good?"

he shakes his head no, a new, sudden wave of desire climbing his bones.

mussed hair and swollen lips, you look more beautiful than anyone wonwoo's ever seen in his entire life. he doesn't know what he did in a past life to earn this but he must have saved the world.

"p-please," he says, but it's somewhere between a moan and a gasp because you're palming him through his sweats, the sensation foreign, thrilling.

"patience," you tease, and he would be morbidly embarrassed at the spot of precum on his pants if you weren't already thumbing at it yourself.

once you take his cock out of his sweats, he knows he's losing whatever battle he was fighting. he sees how your hand looks so little around it, and it's his nth struggle to make sure he doesn't just cum in your face. maybe another day, if he's so lucky.

"i-i might cum really fast," he confesses, because he doesn't know how to really say he's never gotten a blowjob before.

"good," you answer. unlike him, somehow you always know exactly what to say.

the third thing wonwoo learns that day is that he's fully, wholly, entirely obsessed with your mouth. with your slick bottom lip, with your tongue, and now with the way he sees your gloss-smeared mouth wrap taut around his cockhead.

wonwoo can never return to watching porn again. there is simply no one quite like you.

"f-fuck," he pants, the feeling overtaking him all at once. "feels so good, mouth's so good—"

one look at your eyes, big and watery and good for him, and he feels his cock twitch in your mouth. and then you start moving; you take him all the way to the base and then some. he feels your tiny little throat close around him, and the groan he lets out is nothing short of pornographic. he never thought he was that big, but seeing your eyes well up and your mascara get all dewy as you gag around him is doing something crazy to his brain.

it doesn't take long for you to fall into an easy rhythm. you're figuring him out so fast, and that would scare him if it didn't feel so good. your tongue's on his veins, the underside of his cockhead, and he's already gripping the armrests of his chair with white knuckles.

you sink down again and swallow around his length, let your throat do all the work, and wonwoo throws his head back, chest heaving. his eyes flutter shut, and the fluorescent ceiling light phases in and out of vision as you give him what could possibly be the best head you've ever given someone in your whole life.

"gonna cum s-soon," wonwoo manages. "you're so fucking hot."

it's either a moan or a whimper that comes out of you when he says that, and he thanks his lucky stars he has the wherewithal to put that information in his back pocket. he doesn't know when or how but his plan is to return the favor to you in full. and if that involves a copious amount of praise, he's all the better prepared because he has no shortage of nice things to say about you.

you take him once, twice to the base and wonwoo feels all the heat in his balls and his belly and then he's cumming, more and harder than he ever thought possible. he almost thinks it's like a piece of his soul was taken from him.

"d-don't have to swallow," he says, but you do, every last fucking drop until it's dribbling from your perfect mouth, and wonwoo is now fully convinced you are a real life goddess.

i'm an addict in the making, he thinks, but then you smile at him with those eyes, and he doesn't think that's such a bad thing.

he searches for the right words to say, something cool, experienced. it's a constant effort to be that guy for you because he's still not really sure why any of this happened.

"stop thinking so hard," you say, coughing once, then wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "i can see your wheels turning."

how you can read him so easily is beyond him. he wonders if you knew he was in love with you the second he laid eyes on you at the delta tau party.

where are my manners, wonwoo then remembers, and the post-nut clarity possesses him to brush the hair out of your eyes and help you up from your position on the ground.

"i like you. i don't care how experienced you are."

he hears you, and he believes you. instead of arguing, he cups your tear-streaked face in his hands and uses his thumbs to wipe your cheeks.

"plus, i think i'm a pretty good teacher."

you smile, and wonwoo has the confidence to kiss you back, for real this time.

#hope u enjoy my love!!#ask #mutuals #star #mine #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut

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slytherhys · 6 months

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Noctis Florere

Vampire AU - An Elriel Short Story

AN: Happy Halloween! 🎃

AO3

Chapter One: Bad Omens

In a village like Velaris, where the winters were deadly, and the nights deadlier still, there was no such thing as being too cautious.

Every afternoon, as the streets went from gold to cobalt, the echoes of locks clicking into place could be heard ringing through the village – such a definite sound, legend says, that it could too be heard across the Illyrian Mountains. As soon as the sun set, there was no window left open, no door left unlocked. To keep the cold away, of course, but something else as well.

As it was, everyone in the kingdom of Prythian knew just how strange Velaris was – they heard the tales of people going missing under mysterious circumstances, of houses that seemed to move during the night. They heard whispers of how no animal seemed to ever cross the village's borders, other than the occasional bat or two. It was why no visitor ever lingered for too long, why their carriages seemed to pick up speed as soon as the rusty brass sign announced the name of the town (Velaris, city of starlight). Why their gazes turned unfocused, their horses restless, no one really knew - some said it was fear, some said it was something older than fear itself. It was why no one ever moved to Velaris – you were simply born here, and then you never left.

That is until, merely 6 years ago, the Archeron sisters came. Their carriage – an old wooden coach that seemed a few miles away from collapsing on itself, pulled by a stubborn, stocky horse they tenderly called father– stopped in front of a small cottage just shy of the city limits.

Their arrival had been odd enough to raise some eyebrows, but that they had arrived just as the sun fled from the sky, clear-faced and a spring in their steps, had driven even the more sceptical into lightening three extra candles.

That night, not even the bravest dared look outside their windows. Nothing good ever graces the streets of Velaris at sundown, they would say, and so they ignored the wind that seemed just a bit more incessant against their windows, the noises that went beyond the arrival of three young girls. They simply turned off their lights, muttered three quick prayers to the Mother and rushed the youngest children to bed.

There was simply no need to show bad luck a curious eye. Not when it could stare back.

That the youngest Archeron sister – a pretty little thing with stars in her eyes and a talent for the arts – disappeared no longer than a fortnight later didn't come as a surprise. The people knew what had lurked in the shadows as the young girls made Velaris their new home. They knew it was just a matter of time until one of them would be taken away, gone as if she never were in the first place. She hadn't made a sound - not a scream, not a gasp - but everyone knew exactly who had gotten to her.

The older sister, however, ignored such tales. Only a few days later - the amount of time it had taken her to gather enough supplies to face the cold of the mountains - Nesta Archeron left home, a too-large wool cape around her shoulders, a too-heavy burlap sack on her back, and a determined look on her beautiful face. A quiet conversation had taken place between her and sister, Elain Archeron, which had ended in a hushed goodbye and a resentful agreement. What they had discussed had stayed between them and that cursed horse that always seemed to be paying entirely too much attention.

Don’t know how that girl thinks she’ll survive, the villagers had said as they watched her leave, bitter words hidden beneath soft voices, not when they crawl the streets at night. Elain Archeron had heard their whispers, but she hadn't need to ask who they were. She knew - just as everybody knew - exactly what lived in the mountains.

The Wicked - the only name the Velarians ever allowed themselves to utter when talking about the terrible creatures that lived in the Mountains of Illyrian– the very same creatures they claimed had stolen Feyre Archeron, the ones they believed would take Nesta Archeron as well. With their keen sight and their sharp fangs, there was little that could defeat an Illyrian - they were honed by centuries of survival, predators in the purest form. And as the weeks went by and no one word ever came about the sisters' whereabouts, the villagers grew sure of what it meant, even if Elain Archeron refused to accept it.

Still, no matter how cursed – how marked – the sisters seemed to be, what with their night travels and their eerie disappearances, nothing so stop the people of Velaris from asking Elain Archeron to tend their gardens.

The more cynical ones would say it was pity – the poor thing had lost both her sisters in a matter of days (something Elain still refuted ardently, that pitiful child) and all she had left was a rude horse and a small cottage to tend to. But the wisest ones - the people that were too smart to shrug it all off as superstitions - knew talent when they saw it, and there was no one more talented that Elain Archeron at keeping the Illyrian bastards away from their homes.

They hadn’t questioned how she knew, how she had learned such things, but it mattered little when, in just a matter of months, every single house in Velaris was surrounded by rosemary, thyme and just enough bushes of lavender. Purples and greens and pinks covered every garden in a lush display that ought to mock the vampires lurking in the shadows - and mock they did, for their wings weren't heard as often, for curses and hisses could be heard during the night, as if they kept trying to cross into places they weren't welcome in. Their fragrances, the people gathered, seemed to keep those damned fangs away from their backyards.

And so, Elain Archeron – sisterless, innocent, as lovely as she was lonely – became revered in the village of Velaris. Ivy seemed to grow in every corner, the sickeningly sweet smell of the flowers tainting even the foulest booths of the market. No one left their homes after dark – no one was stupid enough to - but now they seemed to breathe a little easier. To sleep a little more deeply.

Such was the relief, the glee, that no one ever remembered to ask why, exactly, the Archeron cottage seemed so different from all the others - instead of rosemary, there were evening primroses, blooming only from sundown to sunrise. Instead of thyme, thistles, their prickles as sharp as teeth. And instead of lavender - sweet, innocent lavender - poppies, as scarlet as fresh blood. You need only to open an ancient tome on Botany to find out exactly what they did - who they summoned.

Which explained why, when the people of Velaris seemed to finally lay down to sleep, the door of the Archeron cottage would open and Elain would emerge - ever so lovely - her hands bare, her smile innocent, her voice as sweet as dew as she hummed an old tune about lost souls and tended to her little garden. And she smiled even as the thistles bit into her skin, and she hummed even as the air behind her seemed to stir.

Yes, Elain was well respected for knowing how to keep the beasts that haunted the streets of Velaris far away, but had they ever wondered if maybe - just maybe - she knew exactly how to call to them as well?

Elain raised her head slightly when she felt the air around her go still, a curious tilt to her head as she felt a presence behind her. Still, she remained silent, the blood slowly dripping down her fingers, waiting for him to talk first.

And he did. He always did.

"Miss Archeron," A deep voice rumbled, dark as midnight and just as promising. Elain still didn't dare move. "I believe you called for me?"

#pro elriel #elriel #elain archeron #elain x azriel #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #halloween fic #elriel fanfic #elriel fic #my writing

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year

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Love Me Like I'm Your Last (Kite x Reader)

Synopsis: A quickie with Kite leads to more than you expected.

Part 2 Part 3

This is a smut, so minors DNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Fem reader, Dry-humping, Rough Sex, hair pulling kink, Cock warming kind of, fluff towards the end

It was rare having time alone. Usually Gon and Killua were stuck by your side for one reason or the other. But after you had been unable to locate this new species with your tracking nen, they figured it was best to give you some space. Especially since your nen had always been able to pinpoint what you wanted. Well, almost always.

The sound of soft footsteps reminded you that you weren't completely alone. Kite and his team had also been assigned this mission, and for whatever reason, Kite had volunteered to 'watch' over you while the rest of his team went out to gather more information.

You looked up from your position on the couch.

"You need something?" You asked. Kite looked down at you quizzically.

"Are you feeling any better?"

You grimaced. It wasn't like you lost your ability; you were just frustrated that the one thing you were good at was useless this time. It didn't make sense why you couldn't track this particular creature down. And you knew you weren't helping anybody by being upset.

"I feel like shit, but it's more of a mental thing y'know."

He smirked a little at your comment.

"Feeling discouraged?"

You tossed a pillow over your face. You weren't exactly discouraged, but you were pissed.

"I'm going kick that animal's ass for making a fool out of me!"

You heard Kite give a breathy chuckle before sitting at the end of the couch. He lifted the pillow from your face, exposing your pout.

"You're gonna need another way to take your frustrations out. We need to study it once it's captured, remember? Can't exactly have you killing it once we find it."

"Got any better ideas, Mr. Pro Hunter?"

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One thing led to another and now here you were, grinding your clothed cunt against Kite's aching cock. The friction of your shorts and the pressure of his hardness stimulated your clit.

You let out a breathy moan as Kite thrusted up slightly. Hands clenched at your waist, guiding your hips towards the place he needed you the most.

"How long," Kite groaned at a rough roll of your hips before continuing. "How long do you think they'll be gone for?"

You undid the button of your shorts before answering.

"Should be a couple more hours." A whine slipped from your throat and he dipped his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear. "You?"

His finger prodded and your throbbing clit, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

"I'd give them till sundown before they're back," he answered. You grinded down harder as he slid a slender finger inside you. It felt good, but it wasn't nearly enough for your greedy cunt. You needed more.

You grabbed his hand and stopped his ministrations against your cunt, gesturing to his own pants. Seeming to understand, he shuffled out of his pants and boxers just enough for his cock to spring free.

You jerked him twice and grinned as he gripped your hips tighter.

"You really want to tease me right now?" Kite asked, his eyes shadowed by his hat. Your grin widened.

"Plenty of time till sundown," you pulled your panties to the side, angling your hips towards his stiff member. " But if you're so desperate for me to fuck you silly, be my guest." You chastised as you slammed your hips down.

The stretch of his cock inside of you stung, but it wasn't nothing you couldn't handle. Right now especially with your need to get your frustrations out. No, the feeling of such fullness only added fuel to the fire.

Kite moaned softly into your ear as you set a rough pace, your warm heat taking him in so well. The tightness of your hole let him know it had been quite some time since you'd done this. And God was he grateful.

Your hands had wandered from his shoulders to his hair, knocking his infamous blue hat off as you gripped his silver locks.

"Fuck, fill me so good," you moaned, tugging at his scalp. Kite's pace increased to match yours, thrusting up hard and fast to feel your cunt envelope him over and over.

It'd been no secret you two were fond of each other, but it had gone no further than friendship. From your side, it had been easy to tell you were soft for Kite. Your love language was teasing, and everyone could see the way you tried to get a rise out of him more than anyone else. You'd push his buttons in a way that would have been annoying to anyone else. But despite this, Kite could tell there was no real malice behind your actions.

Not when you did things for him that you never did for anyone else. Like the way you fought the Chimera Ants tooth and nail until he was back safely. Or the way you always lectured him for being too careless in battle (even if it was the tiniest of scratches) Or how quickly you spread your legs to let him fuck you silly.

Your nails raked down his back at a particularly hard thrust. You normally weren't so willing to fuck the first guy who offered, so why exactly had you agreed so easily. Maybe it was because Kite was so understanding towards you. Perhaps it was the way he looked after his team. Or maybe it had been because he was so good with your boys.

The though alone made you clench down, the head of his dick soon bullying your cervix right after.

Yes, you were truly soft for the man in front of you.

You pulled his head forward, crashing his lips against yours. Kite let out a noise of surprise before wrapping a hand around your throat. The pressure of it making you moan into his mouth. He took the opportunity to mingle his tongue with yours. The exchange of spit made your tightening cunt gush.

You broke away from the kiss to lean your mouth near his ear and let out a purposefully loud moan. You could feel his skin flush while he could feel your teasing grin on his shoulder.

While you had a soft spot for Kite, what he felt towards you was a little stronger. It was harder to see sure, but the feeling made him thrust just a little harder into your gooey cunt.

It was a look and you'd miss it type of affection Kite had for you. No one besides Spin had noticed it. She had been the only one to notice how Kite always seemed to recommend you specifically for missions. The way he'd justify it with your tracking nen being an asset, but in reality never once asking you to use your ability when you arrived. The way he'd sneak glances at you with a certain fondness he didn't look at others with.

It was a mystery to him how someone completely opposite of his own demeanor had captured his attention this way. You were stubborn and hot-headed. Always getting into fights and acting on pure emotion. Much like the way you were riding him.

He was reserved and collected. Always thinking things through to avoid mistakes. But that had gone out the window the moment he offered his body as a means of comfort. It was reckless; however, he couldn't really say he regretted it now that he was engulfed in your squelching pussy.

His heart beat faster at the realization that what he felt for you was stronger than infatuation.

He pulled you down to his chest, holding you firmly as he adjusted his hips to piston into you. By the sounds you were making, he could tell you were enjoying this new position.

Kite snapped his hips up into yours harshly, fingers causing bruising on your waist. Even if this was temporary, even if this was a quickie where you just wanted to let your frustrations out, even if you didn't feel the same...

Kite was gonna fuck you like you were his last.

The new angle hit a deeper part within you, your pussy clenching harshly around his throbbing cock. The head of his shaft reaching and slamming into your cervix along with the drag of it against the inside of your cunt was becoming too much for you. With each snap of his hips, you were clenching tighter and tighter.

"I'm gonna-" you were cut off by your own whine. It had felt so hot inside you. The coil in your stomach ready to snap. Your hands pulled Kite's hair again to ground yourself.

"Fuck," he hissed out at the slight pain. God it hurt so good. Your pussy suffocating his dick, making it harder for him to pull out.

Without warning, he moved his hand down to rub harsh circles against your clit. The feeling was too much, too good.

All at once your vision went white, your cunt spasming around Kite. He didn't stop though, wanting to chase his own orgasm. His still brutal pace causing a new wave of hotness to course through you.

Kite had felt it before you could figure out what happened. A resistance against his thrust, then wetness running down his shaft onto his legs.

You had just squirted.

And he had been the one to make you.

A new wave of arousal coursed through him, making Kite thrust even faster into yaou, the mess you made making it easier for him to slip in and out.

He could feel himself twitching, ready to give you all he had. Your mewls of pleasure urging him to finish. But what had pushed him over the edge was one final clench from you around his cock.

He had come hard, the warmth from his cum spilling inside you. All while he was gasping out, " God I love you! Love you so much! So good for me!"

You had awoken from your daze at once and pulled away from him slightly. It was enough to look him in the eye.

Kite however, was trying to regain his senses, lightly thrusting up until he emptied himself out. His eyes fluttered open after catching his breath only to be met with your questioning gaze. He quickly realized his mistake.

"What did you say?" Your asked.

Kite tries to avoid your stare. This was just supposed to be a quick fling. A way to get you to relax. He shouldn't have said anything, but the feeling of you constricting around him had clouded his vision.

" Nothing," he mumbled. He couldn't tell what was more awkward. The fact that you had heard his confession or the fact that you two were still connected.

"Bullshit, it was nothing." Definitely the fact that you'd heard him.

"You said you loved me." And although your tone was stern, it wasn't angry. A good sign, but he still couldn't find it in himself to look you fully in the eye.

You on the other hand, were curious more than anything.

"Was that a heat of the moment thing, or did you mean it?"

Kite could have played it off, he really could have and you wouldn't have questioned it any further. But a part of him wanted to know, wanted to test the waters a little bit. You did still have his dick inside you and hadn't made a move to leave.

"if I had meant it, would you be upset." Your face heated up at his words.

"No... But we'd still have to talk about it." At last he looked up at you. Your eyes almost had a fond look to them, causing him to mirror your flushed expression.

"Would it be a good talk?" Kite was suddenly reminded of how hard it was to socialize. He'd never been one to initiate conversations.

"Yeah, a good talk." Your teasing smile had soon eased his worries.

You weren't used to being looked at like that. With such love. It made a new warmness engulf your body. Relationships were hard for you, and with you constantly on the move with Gon and Killua, you'd never been able to properly start one.

"Loving you is the easy part, y'know?" Your confession was accompanied by your hand moving a lock of Kite's silver hair from his face.

"And everything that comes after is the hard part." He guessed.

"Yeah... We're both on the move nearly everyday. You have your thing and I have mine. It won't be easy. Are you positive you want that?"

You felt his hand cup your face, bringing it closer to his.

"I want whatever you're willing to give. I won't push you, but I don't want this to just be physical." He kissed you then, it was a sweet one. Unlike the feral one you shared moments ago.

It sparked something in your stomach, mixing with the warmth of his cock and the fullness of his cum with yours.

"Then show me. Show me how you're gonna love me like I'm your last." You felt yourself get pushed down gently on the couch, Kite hovering over you with a small smile. His eyes filled with something softer than desire.

"We still have a few more hours till sundown. Plenty of time to convince you that this is worth working through."

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An: God damn this man has me smitten. Never and I mean Never have I been so thirsty for a character that I write smut for them. And you know what, I'm probably gonna write a part two because Kite is so FINE and there's not enough fics about him.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #kite hunter x hunter #kite x reader #kite smut #x reader #smut #kite x y/n #hxh kite #hxh kaito

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random-fandom-inserts · 1 year

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May I request Newt Scamander with a reader who's an animagi that can turn into a leatherback sea turtle? They're starting to feel guilty about not telling about it to Newt before, so they take him to a beach (since it would be kinda of awkward transforming into a giant turtle inside a cramped room) and just showing him their other form? Thank you so much!! ❤️

Sure!💖 Sorry if it's short

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You have a secret you're keeping from Newt. The beach is the perfect place to show him the truth.

How could you go about showing him?

You've known Newt Scamander for a while, ever since Hogwarts really. An increase in poachers is what brought you guys together with a common goal to save creatures from their clutches. You've seen his compassion, his love for his creatures, but you've been keeping something from him for years.

You were an Animagus.

It was something that you usually keep to yourself, showing only the ones you trust. You did plan on telling, truly, but when the poachers turned up, your family was practically forbidding you to transform into an animal, fearing that you too would get taken.

In fact, some of them fear that it is Newt himself that would take you.

They know of his love for creatures, how he keeps them. They worry that if he knows what you really are, he'll trap you. Obviously, they don't know how sweet and kind Newt is because he would never do that to you. But of course, now your family was making you nervous.

But the guilt of keeping it a secret was too much. You had to tell him.

"Newt, are you busy? Sun is nearly setting." Your voice floated down the case over the ocean waves that gently lapped outside.

You had taken the magizoologist to the beach. This is where you planned to show him what you really were. Of course, he had taken his case with him and you delayed the reveal till sundown to buy you some time, so he was down there caring for his creatures. As you knelt in the sand, peering down into the case, your heart thudded loudly against your chest.

"Give me one second. I'll be up." He said in that soft voice of his. At the moment, Newt was tending to a baby hippogriff that hatched recently, but he was quick to be up and out of the case to face you with a smile.

"So, why are we here?" His smile soon turned to confusion as his eyes went from you to the scenery around him. Newt's question brought back reality, and you soon felt shaky.

"Hey...it's alright...whatever it is, you're still special to me." Newt was surprisingly quick to read your body language, and gently placed his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them in a comforting manner.

You took a couple deep breaths before placing your hands over his.

"Thank you for being...so patient." You said to him, a nervous smile on your face. He reciprocated the gesture before allowing you to back away and face the sea.

You closed your eyes.

Took a breath.

And allowed magic to overtake you.

Your arms, legs, and body started to morph into your animal form. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears as your body shrunk and limbs disappeared. There was no pain, but your heightened emotions caused it to still be a traumatic experience. But soon, the transformation was over.

And before Newt was now a leatherback sea turtle, beautifully backdropped by the ocean.

"Y/N...you're an Animagus." Newt was finally able to say when Pickett came out from his jacket and poked his face before disappearing again.

You flopped around awkwardly in the sand with your flippers, head retracting slightly in worry. Newt was quick to get down on one knee and pat your shell.

"Don't worry Y/N. I'm not mad, just surprised." He told you gently so you wouldn't worry anymore. You peeked up at him.

"If anything...this makes you even more special then you already were." Newt told you, a loving smile on his face. You hit your flippers against the ground like a happy seal as Newt chuckled.

"Come on...we can talk about this when you change back." He said, standing back up, excited to ask you some questions. However, before you could do so, a spell blasted the sand between you and Newt.

Your family's fears came true when three poachers apparated nearby.

"Get them!" One shouted before more spells were casted.

Newt may not be a fighter, but he was good at keeping the people he loves safe. He was quick to cast Protego around you before firing a spell at one of the advancing poachers. Then, he kicked open his case and out jumped a hippogriff and a zouwu. With their help, the battle was soon decided.

"Thank you for your help." He said to the creatures, the hippogriff nipping at his hand while the zouwu purred. They soon jumped back into the case, and Newt turned to see you had tried to bury your turtle self into the sand.

"Y/N...it's alright. They're gone." He said and you poked your head out. Newt took two of his fingers and lightly stroked your head, causing you to shut your eyes.

"I will always protect you." He promised and you smiled in the midst of your transformation between sea turtle and person. Soon, you were human looking and before him, looking ever so grateful.

Newt had a lot of things to talk about, but you were happy to answer. Also, happy to know that he wasn't mad at you for keeping this a secret. And one word of his kept ringing through your head and making you smile.

Special.

#fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beasts imagines #fantastic beasts #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander imagine

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wildfire317s-oc-box · 9 months

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Demon slayer R.P Starter: Yukio

*Somewhere in the darkest parts of the forest, at some point about an hour or two after sundown Yukio was hidden, crouched like a tiger amongst the thick wild grasses and a few bushes, laying in wait for his latest hunt to fall asleep and for the one human who was sitting with his back to him to be the one left on guard for his moment to strike. Yukio had been tracking this group of escaped rapists and other perverts for a week now but every time he caught up to them after sleeping until sundown something would always go wrong and they would leave their camp before he get there which usually left him with less than an hour before sunrise for him to find or make somewhere to hide. But due to being able to stay right on their heels thanks to the trees and some damn near surgically precise timing on his part he managed to injure one of them in the leg just enough to heavily impede their traveling earlier that morning, though the scent of freshly spilled blood sent him into a feeding frenzy and nearly drove him to jumping into sunlight for just a taste. There were nine of them excluding a hostage they had taken at some-point when he had passed out for a bit (whom he was planning on letting go), just barely enough to make this hunt worth it and he knew for a fact that all but the one he was waiting on taking guard; snored once they were soundly asleep and what order they went in. He wouldn't have to wait to very long now especially since they had been drinking quite a bit... His tail quietly swished back and forth, As he waited to pounce he could feel himself starting to uncontrollably drool with hunger and could feel himself getting desperate and growing more impatient by the second..."maaan im starving... i wanna eat already...mmm they smell delicious and look so easy to scare heheh im gonna enjoy devouring them" he thought to himself with a hungry grin. He gnawed on one of his hands to prevent his hyena-like giggles from sneaking past his lips, but couldn't do much to stop his stomach from growling loudly or prevent his secondary mouth from gnashing its shark-like teeth with vicious hunger. He would make short work of them, with how hungry he was he knew there would be nothing more than their torn, slobber drenched clothing left once he was through with them and he would certainly have to go track down more prey to feel full, maybe even go on another raid.*

This is where you find him:

Humans (and others that don't eat humans): *as you are walking along a path, you happen to notice a group of rather drunk looking men camping around a small fire in a small clearing deeper into the trees and behind one of the sleeping men you think that for a moment you see what look like the large, light refracting eyes of some kind of predator looking at them. It could be a demon, it could be an animal but either way whatever it is looks hungry and you may want to warn them before it decides to make them it's next meal*

Humans (and others that dont eat human's) 2: *you had been taken hostage while the demon hiding behind one of your captors was napping earlier that day. You noticed him following the group not long after you had gotten taken, but had yet to say anything about him. You wondered if he knew you were a hostage or if he even cared. They were planning to do bad things to you before they left to keep moving and left you for dead in the middle of the woods for scavengers and it wasn't like you could escape since they hog-tied you. You were surprised the one on guard didn't hear him with how loud his growling stomach and gnashing fangs were, but they were all pretty drunk...and they were probably louder to you as you seemed to be the only one aware of them.*

Demons (and others that do eat humans): *as you are going about your nightly business you happen to find a group of human men camping around a fire in the forest. They were drunk enough that you could faintly smell the alcohol coming off of them. And from the looks of it you aren't the only one who may be eyeing these humans for a decently sized next meal. You get the sense that whoever that demon in the bushes is they are strong enough to rival most of the kizuki. They seemed to be waiting for something before attacking...maybe they spotted you and are waiting for you to make your move so they can see what you will do.*

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star-girl69 · 10 months

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Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: im backk!!!! ty all sm for your patience and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: animal death, mentions of starvation, swearing, near death experience, mentions of hypothermia, minor injury, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Six - Savior

Chapter Twenty Five - Savior

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1996-

“I still think you’re stupid for doing this,” you whisper.

Natalie shoots you a bored look, mostly because e you’ve been telling her this for the past hour, trying to get her- and everyone else- to realize this is stupid and pointless.

“I know,” she says, adjusting a seatbelt from the plane that’s wrapped around her.

“Then don’t do it,” you say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re letting them get to you. They’re just scared and lonely, so they’ve made up this whole weird religion for comfort. Let them have it, Natalie.”

She doesn’t answer, and you sigh, shaking your head and sitting down on the bench next to her.

Misty clears her throat.

“Ahem. Okay, so one-on-one means no assistance of any kind. If you get a kill, just leave it where it is and we will come and help you bring it back.” She talks so happily and nonchalant, like this is the most normal thing in the world. Pitting two teenage girls against each other in an already dangerous place. “You yourself have to be back before sundown, or you’re automatically disqualified. If you’re not back by then, we’ll come out, and we’ll find you.”

Misty smiles so brightly you almost think she’s talking about puppies.

“Oh, and for weapons…” she trails off, heading towards the rifle leaning against the wall. “We only have one gun. So, um, maybe you can draw cards-”

“Lottie doesn’t need a gun.” Mari speaks with such conviction you find yourself believing her too.

You look up at Natalie, and she looks at you, seemingly just as fucking confused and weirded-out as you are-

“Okay,” Misty shrugs, and Nat takes the gun from her. She slings it over her shoulder, and when you think of her, this is what you picture. Natalie with her headband, brown roots, rifle hanging on her shoulder.

Outside is just as cold as you expected it to be, and you watch as she puts on her mask like she always does, pulls up her hood, so all you can see is the soft curve of her grown-out bangs and her eyes.

She looks at you, almost expecting you to say something, but this entire useless thing makes you feel sick. You’ve already said all that you have to say.

Nat has been so against Lottie and her new rituals ever since Doomcoming.

Ever since they tried to kill Travis. Ever since Javi went missing.

Ever since Lottie said that soon, everyone will see it like you do.

Maybe she’s just worried you’ll get hurt, but in the wilderness- that becomes second nature. Worrying for yourself. For her. For everyone in the cabin.

She pulls down her mask after a moment.

“Will you just say something?”

You stare back at her with blank eyes.

“Good luck,” you offer, and she scoffs, staring at you, and you can’t look away from her. You step forward, a little tentative, feeling a little stupid. “Don’t die,” you whisper, and she smiles slightly, muttering, before suddenly you’re hugging her.

It’s short, and it only even happened because the two of you have been through so much together there are just parts of you that are the same. And even when you’re both mad like this, even when you both want different things, like magnets… you come back.

When you let go, she’s gone back to being bitter about the whole world, looking at Lottie over her shoulder.

She spares you one more glance before she disappears into the trees, snow crunching under her feet.

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You thought that the window would be the easiest place to be. Waiting for her to come back, but you felt stuck looking out the window. There was nothing to see. No one was returning, and there was only the same snow and trees you had seen for so long.

All of you were trapped in this place. The wilderness, you were stuck- for at least the winter.

And Natalie was stuck in a loop. Letting everyone bother her, letting them and their weird new religion sink under her skin. She had an anger inside of her that had been there for so long you doubt she even recognized it. And you were stuck in that loop too- watching her.

Everyone had turned to doing their own things, menial chores, waiting, daydreaming of food. You sat at the table and closed your eyes.

“There’s that dripping again.”

You open one eye to find Mari looking around the cabin for the non-existent dripping noise she’s been hearing.

“Did no one hear that?” she looks around the room, but the girls say silent. You risk a small glance up to the ceiling, but all you see is wood. Normal, dry wood. “I’m gonna go find out where it’s coming from,” she sighs, and you close your eyes again, listening faintly to Mari and Akilah talk about looking together, taking the SATs.

Every reminder of the life that’s waiting back for you feels like a punch to the stomach. Quizzes, tests, college… everything is passing you by while you’re all stuck here. Arguing like the teenagers you can’t afford to be anymore. Not here. Not in the wilderness.

And then, besides for Misty and Crystals soft talking, the cabin is silent. Mari and Akilah give up on searching. And everyone just waits.

Life, you’ve grown to realize, is just a series of hungers.

First it was to succeed, to be the best in school. Then it was Natalie, wanting her, everything you feel for her. And now it’s food.

And maybe it will end. But for now, your stomach twists and turns.

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Natalie slams open the door, breathing heavily, no game to be seen- but you stand up and smile just at the sight of her. Maybe she can let all of this go. Maybe all of you can.

“I found a fucking moose,” she pants.

Your mouth waters, and you walk over to her, your hands out apprehensively. She smiles so brightly at you it’s like all the hunger has fallen away, grabbing your hands and squeezing hard.

She stares into your eyes, looking over your face. and her smile grows just as your own makes it way onto your face.

“Wait…” Travis says. “Found? But didn’t kill?”

She looks away from you.

“No, no, it’s dead. It’s frozen in the surface of the lake,” she breathes. “I’m gonna need a lot of help to get it out of there.”

Everyone starts rushing around, grabbing shoes and jackets, ropes and whatever else to get food.

You almost let out a squeal when it sinks in.

You think back to that night. The sounds. The antlers. The feeling of being full, how good and right it all felt-

None of you will ever have to do that again if you can just survive this winter. And you’ll need that moose to do it.

“Hey, I thought the rule was no assistance,” Mari says, and Coach’s crutches bang against the floor as he walks over.

“Oh, my God, Mari, this is food.”

“If we can get this out, this moose will probably last us the rest of winter,” Natalie says, nodding.

Your eyes meet hers again.

“You did it,” you whisper, thinking of food, “God, Nat, you did it.”

“You ever doubted me?” she smiles.

“Misty,” Mari says as the other girl walks past, wrapped up tight, carrying an axe. “You literally made the rules. I’ll tell Lottie,” she says. accusingly, like Lottie could somehow bring down the wrath of the gods.

But she’s just a girl. You’re all just girls, left behind and fighting to stay alive.

“Go for it,” Misty says back. “Tell her I didn’t want us to fucking starve!”

And after grabbing your jacket, slipping on your boots, all of you file out the door, axes and ropes in hand, towards the lake. The moose. Towards the end of the hunger.

—-

It’s colder out on the lake. And even through the snow, you can’t help but feel like you’re constantly on the verge of slipping.

The sound of axes and hammers banging against the ice has turned into a small symphony, a little concert, and you pace around, trying to keep warm- knowing that too many people gathered around that one spot of ice won’t do any good.

Finally, it stops, and you can hear the sounds of ice splashing against water.

“We’re through,” Travis shouts, and Natalie hits the ice a few more times, as Misty and Crystal tie the rope around the antlers.

You watch as they tie it as tight as they can, but you can see the glazed over eyes of the moose, like a little tiny planet.

“Tie another knot,” you whisper, walking behind them, and Misty looks up and you before she looks back down towards the tied up antlers. She adds another knot.

Everyone is frantic and hungry, and finally, after more hitting, the ice breaking and breaking, Natalie shouts for everyone to grab the rope.

You look up towards the sky, then back down towards the antlers.

The rope is light in your hands, fraying, thin, but it will hold. That’s what everyone is whispering, that this will all work out, and you’ll get this moose, and you won’t be hungry anymore.

Finally, the moose slips free from the thick ice, falling down into the water, and the weight comes quickly.

Your arms burn, and everyone is shouting, and all you can think about is how much you stomach hurts.

Your feet dig into the snow, past it, until the soles of your converse are resting against slick ice.

But for a moment, it’s working. You’re lifting up the moose.

Misty is the first to fall.

Then, everyone else falters, and suddenly the rope is sliding out of your hands, and you gasp and pull away, falling down to press your burning hands into the snow.

A splash hits the water.

You hiss to yourself, looking at your hands, red from the rough rope, until you look up.

“Natalie!” you screech, throwing yourself forward and grabbing onto her, anything you can reach, frantic and sick because she’s all you have in the wilderness.

You told her you would die with her. But you won’t watch her die.

You’re not sure how it happens, but you manage to grab onto some part of her, frozen tears running down your face, and drag her up out of the water.

It’s takes a moment for the fear in your body to fall away. For your stomach to leap out of your throat, for your heart to beat a little less strongly.

And you realize she’s crying. Saying we needed it. We needed it.

And you have nothing to say to her. No comfort. No kind words. You can’t fix this, or even offer a solution.

There’s never anything you can do about the important things.

—-

“Your hair’s all messed up,” you whisper, grabbing a small strand and gently picking apart a knot half-formed at the bottom.

You can’t make that moose come back. You can’t make her feel any less guilty, but you can sit at the edge of the tub and get the knots out of her hair.

She doesn’t say anything, and you don’t expect her to, watching as she stares blankly in front of her.

You place your hand to her forehead, and she’s warmer now, not quite that startling ice cold she was when you had first helped her into the tub. You don’t say anything about the fact that she’s warming up. You know it will only hurt to hear it, knowing that she is warm, while that moose is freezing at the bottom of the lake. Frozen food that you can’t eat.

You sigh, and let your hand fall down to the lukewarm water.

“I’ll let you change,” you whisper, your hands curling around the edge of the tub, before you take a breath and stand up. When she speaks, you don’t turn around. Don’t even look at her in the reflection of the window.

“I wanted to do it for you,” she says. “You know? I… I just- just wanted you to be okay. I wanted to, like, save you… in some fucked up way, I guess.”

She laughs to herself, and you can’t do anything but make your way around the tub to the door, your footsteps creaking across the old floor boards.

You look over your shoulder, and after a moment, she looks up at you.

“You’ve already saved me, Natalie. You’ve already saved all of us.”

She scoffs.

“You dragged me out of the plane. You fed us during the summer. You saved Travis at Doomcoming.” She doesn’t say anything, going back to staring forward again, blankly. “Nat, I… I know what you’ve done for us.”

You think back to the lake, the sound of the splashing water, the feeling of something slipping away like that.

“I think you’re a pretty great savior.”

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everythingispirates · 6 months

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We have to face the fact that Elizabeth hated piracy and left it for good. She wanted a peaceful life and that is exactly what she got.

We have to face the fact that Bruce Lorne Campbell (born June 22, 1958) is an American actor and moviemaker. He is known best for his role as Ash Williams in Sam Raimi's Evil Dead horror series, beginning with the short movie Within the Woods (1978). He has also featured in many low-budget cult movies such as Crimewave (1985), Maniac Cop (1988), Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat (1989), and Bubba Ho-Tep (2002).

Bruce Lorne Campbell[1] was born in Royal Oak, Michigan, on June 22, 1958,[2] the son of advertising executive and college professor Charles Newton Campbell and homemaker Joanne Louise (née Pickens).[3] He is of English and Scottish ancestry,[1] and has an older brother named Don and an older half-brother named Michael.[4] His father was also an actor and director for local theater.[3] Campbell began acting and making short Super 8 movies with friends as a teenager. After meeting future moviemaker Sam Raimi while the two attended Wylie E. Groves High School, they became good friends and collaborators. Campbell attended Western Michigan University and continued to pursue an acting career.[5]

Campbell and Raimi collaborated with a 30-minute Super 8 version of the first Evil Dead movie, titled Within the Woods (1978), which was initially used to attract investors.[6] He and Raimi got together with family and friends to begin working on The Evil Dead (1981). While featuring as the protagonist, Campbell also participation with the production of the movie, receiving a co-executive producer credit. Raimi wrote, directed, and edited the movie, while Rob Tapert produced. After an endorsement by horror author Stephen King, the movie slowly began to receive attention and offers for distribution.[7] Four years after its original release, it became the most popular movie in the UK. It was then distributed in the United States, resulting in the sequels Evil Dead II (1987) and Army of Darkness (1992).[8]

Campbell was also drawn in the Marvel Zombie comics as his character, Ash Williams. He is featured in five comics, all in the series Marvel Zombies vs. Army of Darkness. In them, he fights alongside the Marvel heroes against the heroes and people who have become zombies (deadites) while in search of the Necronomicon (Book of the Names of the Dead).[9] Campbell also played as Coach Boomer in the movie “Sky High”.

He has appeared in several of Raimi's movies other than the Evil Dead series, notably having cameo appearances in the director's Spider-Man film series.[10] Campbell also joined the cast of Raimi's movie Darkman[11] and The Quick and the Dead, though having no actual screen time in the latter movie's theatrical version.[12] In March 2022, Campbell was announced to have a cameo in Raimi's Marvel Cinematic Universe film Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness.[13]

Campbell often performs quirky roles, such as Elvis Presley for the movie Bubba Ho-Tep.[14] Along with Bubba Ho-Tep, he played a supporting role in Maniac Cop and Maniac Cop 2, and spoofed his career in the self-directed My Name is Bruce.[15]

Other mainstream movies for Campbell include supporting or featured roles in the Coen Brothers movie The Hudsucker Proxy, the Michael Crichton adaptation Congo, the movie version of McHale's Navy, Escape From L.A. (the sequel to John Carpenter's Escape From New York), the Jim Carrey drama The Majestic and the 2005 Disney movie Sky High.[16]

Campbell had a major voice role for the 2009 animated adaptation of the children's book Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, and a supporting voice role for Pixar's Cars 2.[17]

Campbell produced the 2013 remake of The Evil Dead, along with Raimi and Rob Tapert, appearing in the movie's post-credits scene in a cameo role with the expectation he would reprise that role in Army of Darkness 2.[18] The next year, the comedy metal band Psychostick released a song titled "Bruce Campbell" on their album IV: Revenge of the Vengeance that pays a comedic tribute to his past roles.

Campbell worked as an executive producer for the 2023 movie Evil Dead Rise.[19]

Other than cinema, Campbell has appeared in a number of television series. He featured in The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. a boisterous science fiction comedy western created by Jeffrey Boam and Carlton Cuse that played for one season.[20] He played a lawyer turned bounty hunter who was trying to hunt down John Bly, the man who killed his father. He featured in the television series Jack of All Trades, set on a fictional island occupied by the French in 1801. Campbell was also credited as co-executive producer, among others. The show was directed by Eric Gruendemann, and was produced by various people, including Sam Raimi.[21] The show was broadcast for two seasons, from 2000 to 2001. He had a recurring role as "Bill Church Jr." based upon the character of Morgan Edge from the Superman comics on Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman.[22]

From 1996 to 1997, Campbell was a recurring guest actor of the television series Ellen as Ed Billik, who becomes Ellen's boss when she sells her bookstore in season four.[23]

He is also known for his supporting role as the recurring character Autolycus ("King of Thieves") on both Hercules: The Legendary Journeys and Xena: Warrior Princess, which reunited him with producer Rob Tapert.[24] Campbell played Hercules/Xena series producer Tapert in two episodes of Hercules set in the present.[25] He directed a number of episodes of Hercules and Xena, including the Hercules series finale.[26]

Campbell also obtained the main role of race car driver Hank Cooper for the Disney made-for-television remake of The Love Bug.[27]

Campbell had a critically acclaimed dramatic guest role as a grief-stricken detective seeking revenge for his father's murder in a two-part episode of the fourth season of Homicide: Life on the Street. Campbell later played the part of a bigamous demon in The X-Files episode "Terms of Endearment".[28] He also featured as Agent Jackman in the episode "Witch Way Now?" of the WB series Charmed, as well as playing a state police officer in an episode of the short-lived series American Gothic titled "Meet The Beetles".

Campbell co-featured in the television series Burn Notice, which was broadcast from 2007 to 2013 by USA Network. He portrayed Sam Axe, a beer-chugging, former Navy SEAL now working as an unlicensed private investigator and occasional mercenary with his old friend Michael Westen, the show's main character. When working undercover, his character frequently used the alias Chuck Finley, which Bruce later revealed was the name of one of his father's old co-workers.[29] Campbell was the star of a 2011 Burn Notice made-for-television prequel focusing on Sam's Navy SEAL career, titled Burn Notice: The Fall of Sam Axe.[30]

In 2014, Campbell played Santa Claus for an episode of The Librarians. Campbell played Ronald Reagan in season 2 of the FX original series Fargo. More recently Campbell reprised his role as Ashley "Ash" Williams in Ash vs Evil Dead,[31] a series based upon the Evil Dead series that began his career. Ash vs Evil Dead began airing on Starz on October 31, 2015, and was renewed by the cable channel for second[32] and third seasons,[33] before being cancelled.[34]

In January 2019, Travel Channel announced a new version of the Ripley's Believe It or Not! reality series, with Campbell serving as host and executive producer. The 10-episode season debuted on June 9, 2019.[35]

Campbell is featured as a voice actor for several video games. He provides the voice of Ash in the four games based on the Evil Dead movies series: Evil Dead: Hail to the King, Evil Dead: A Fistful of Boomstick, Evil Dead: Regeneration and Evil Dead: The Game.[36] He also provided voice talent in other titles such as Pitfall 3D: Beyond the Jungle, Spider-Man, Spider-Man 2, Spider-Man 3, The Amazing Spider-Man,[37] and Dead by Daylight.[38]

He provided the voice of main character Jake Logan for the PC game, Tachyon: The Fringe, the voice of main character Jake Burton for the PlayStation game Broken Helix and the voice of Magnanimous for Megas XLR. Campbell voiced the pulp adventurer Lobster Johnson in Hellboy: The Science of Evil and has done voice-over work for the Codemaster's game Hei$t, a game which was announced on January 28, 2010 to have been "terminated". He also provided the voice of The Mayor for the 2009 movie Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, the voice of Rod "Torque" Redline in Cars 2, the voice of Himcules in the 2003 Nickelodeon TV series My Life as a Teenage Robot, and the voice of Fugax in the 2006 movie The Ant Bully.[37]

Despite the inclusion of his character "Ash Williams" in Telltale Games' Poker Night 2, Danny Webber voices the character in the game, instead of Bruce Campbell.[39]

He has a voice in the online MOBA game, Tome: Immortal Arena in 2014.[40] Campbell also provided voice-over and motion capture for Sgt. Lennox in the Exo Zombies mode of Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare.[41]

In addition to acting and occasionally directing, Campbell has become a writer, starting with an autobiography, If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B Movie Actor, published in June 2001.[42] The autobiography was a successful New York Times Best Seller.[43] It describes Campbell's career to date as an actor in low-budget movies and television, providing his insight into "Blue-Collar Hollywood".[42] The paperback version of the book adds details about the reactions of fans during book signings: "Whenever I do mainstream stuff, I think they're pseudo-interested, but they're still interested in seeing weirdo, offbeat stuff, and that's what I'm attracted to".[42]

Campbell's next book Make Love! The Bruce Campbell Way was published on May 26, 2005. The book's plot involves him (depicted in a comical way) as the main character struggling to make it into the world of A-list movies.[44] He later recorded an audio play adaptation of Make Love with fellow Michigan actors, including longtime collaborator Ted Raimi. This radio drama was released by the independent label Rykodisc and spans 6 discs with a 6-hour running time.

In addition to his books, Campbell also wrote a column for X-Ray Magazine in 2001, an issue of the popular comic series The Hire, and comic book adaptations of his Man with the Screaming Brain. Most recently he wrote the introduction to Josh Becker's The Complete Guide to Low-Budget Feature Filmmaking.

In late 2016, Campbell announced that he would be releasing a third book, Hail to the Chin: Further Confessions of a B Movie Actor, which will detail his life from where If Chins Could Kill ended. Hail to the Chin was released in August 2017, and accompanied by a book tour across the United States and Europe.[45]

Campbell maintained a weblog on his official website, where he posted mainly about politics and the movie industry, though it has since been deleted.[46]

Since 2014, the Bruce Campbell Horror Film Festival, narrated and organized by Campbell, was held in the Muvico Theater in Rosemont, Illinois. The first festival was originally from August 21 to 25, 2014, presented by Wizard World, as part of the Chicago Comicon.[47] The second festival was from August 20 to 23, 2015, with guests Tom Holland and Eli Roth.[48] The third festival took place over four days in August 2016.[49] Guests of the event were Sam Raimi, Robert Tapert and Doug Benson.[50]

Campbell married Christine Deveau in 1983, and they had two children before divorcing in 1989. He met costume designer Ida Gearon while working on Mindwarp, and they were married in 1992.[51] They reside in Jacksonville, Oregon.[51]

Campbell is also ordained and has performed marriage ceremonies.[52]

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Darkness (Final pt.)

It was a day or two until Ra’s messenger arrived. And it wasn’t in any form, but a falcon. It was then that you understood how the sun goddess was playing her cards.

You took your headress, gazing at your reflection in a piece of glass which served as your mirror. The hunting dog, a pack animal, who was now cursed to walk the dunes alone.

You took in the tent, remembering the time you had spent with Seth and the foreign god in here.

“Leaving already?” FG’s voice resonated from behind you, both arms crossed over his chest.

You nodded.

“Ra’s minion is gonna be here soon. Tell Seth I went out hunting.” You answered, your fingers running over the metallic whip in your hand. “I think it’s time that I pay the other pantheons a visit.”

“Well, if you ever need me, you know where to find me.” He said, patting your toned back.

You knew departing in the middle of day was risky, but you knew staying until sundown would be even riskier.

But, right as you set your foot out the tent, a chirp distracted you. A falcon swooped down, catching your attention. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought the little fella was curious, but as soon as you noticed it’s closeness to Seth, your mind fired a red flag.

You’d heard of the god before. Horus. And if you knew one thing, wherever he was, Ra’s eye followed.

You grabbed your things quickly, starting to leave. Seth’s eyes widened.

“Am-heh! Where are you going?!” He called out.

“As far away as possible.” You answered. “Ra is after me. I have to-“

“Have to what, love?” Another voice joined in.

You didn’t even need to look at the figure to know who they were. To know who he was. That unmistakable undertone of sultriness to the voice, the way your name rolled off their tongue.

“Ra.” You whispered, making a run for the sand.

But Ra was quicker. Grabbing your wrist, she pinned you the ground, leaving you with only one way out.

Seth backed away, eyes wide at the sight in front of him. Horus, who had now emerged in his human form, pulled Seth back, a protective arm around his shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” You managed to whisper before the world went dark.

A shadow bent over your head, the unmistakable head of your egyptian hunting dog. Ankh. He had lunged at Ra, pulling your ex-lover off of you. You held onto your whip for dear life, tears of fire streaming down your face. You grabbed the reins, hoisting yourself up on the black Pharaoh hound, watching Ra, Seth, FG and Horus’s horrified expressions as you kicked off on the dunes. Never to be seen again.

Or so they thought.

(YAAAAAY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE!!! Hope you guys enjoyed this short fic series as much as I did!)

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How the Overworld came to be

Those were the old days, the olden times. And the wolf instead of the fox pursued the Sun as the third chaser, for it was he who was firstly chosen by the stars. And you all know that by deceit the fox Kvolke-Ho got his position. But not everyone knows how it happened.

Animals of ancient times walked the earth as they do now - with their dreams and their feelings, ideas and plans. And there were three good friends among them - good fellows. The eldest among them was a big dog - white with a black spot. And her name was Gethreya. The middle one was Bash the wolf. He was the Sunchaser Ourro’s first son. The youngest of them, Yangdr the fox, was small in stature and flame-yellow in color.

They spent lots of time together, and thought lots of thoughts together. And one obsessive thought crept into their heads. The young beasts had listened to exciting stories about the Firstbeasts and the Stars, and they wanted to become gods themselves. They began to train their strentgh, agility, wit and knowledge every day. But was it any use?

Whether it was or not, only Kvolke-Ho, the cunning son of Fistfox, born of his cough, himself had long wanted to become a god. For a long time he wanted to become a Sunchaser, but there was no occasion, no thought was cunning enough. Until now.

Kvolke-Ho got wind of the intentions of the three friends and thought of a way to deceive them all. He appeared before them and told them that the one who would go to the Primordial Lake on the night after Wolf Day, and be the third to jump into its waters would become a god.

Not wasting a moment, Bash, Yangdr, and Gethreya set out to reach the Primordial Lake, the same lake from which the descendants of the Firstbeasts had come out, just in time for the day when Ourro would take up his Sunchasing post.

It was a dangerous journey, long or short, but the animals reached their destination. It was sundown, and they were standing on a sloping rock, looking at the dark water - guessing and deciding who would be the first and the second to jump. No one wanted to give up their cherished dream, and for the first time there was a spark of discord between friends.

Kvolke-Ho smiled fondly at his thoughts. He had counted on this quarrel, he had expected this imminent trouble.

Barking and yelping rattled all around, and Gethreya and Bash clashed in a fierce battle to the delight of Firstfox’s treacherous son. The mighty dog tore the throat of her former friend with her fangs, and the wolf dropped into the lake waters, staining it red. The agile Yangdr did not hesitate - he attacked Gethreya, ripped the veins in her neck, and fell himself to her fearsome fangs. Losing blood, Gethreya fell the last.

And Kvolke-ho, watching closely, called out to Ourro, who was chasing the sun towards the sunset.

“Your son is dead, but I can bring him back to life. In return, I demand your celestial place!”

Fisrtwolf Ourro was astonished, and in great sadness he agreed to Kvolke-Ho's terms, drove the Sun to his set, and left his post.

The fox kept his promise. He picked up the bodies of three former friends and threw them high up, higher than Skynesting itself. And as they flew past the Stars, the fox, the wolf and the dog gathered the Starcrumbs on their fur, and that brought them back to life. The three beasts found themselves in a void, and that void was called the Overworld. There was no land there, no living soul but themselves, and therefore Gethreya, Bash and Yangdr became gods of the place and its only inhabitants. Their anger and hatred for each other never diminished, and they fought and fought constantly, for there was nothing else to do in the empty space. It was a strange place that changed their bodies gradually: they grew, they lengthened, lost their usual shape....

One day, a beast with a black heart was born. And after all his deeds and death, the Stars and Fistbeasts refused to reach out to him, refused to keep him in the Skynesting. And he ascended higher than the skies, flew out into the Overworld, where he was devoured by the terrible Gethreya, starving for many years.

And since then it has been so ever - evil beasts cannot hold on to the Skynesting, they do not receive the help of Stars and fly upwards, to the Overworld, where they are devoured by one of the three beasts, who achieved their goal - they became gods.

As the bodies of the three gods of the Overworld stretched and lengthened, so their names, too, stretched and lengthened in the memory of the Myrolapian beasts, becoming more frightening, more menacing.

And there were no more Gethreya, Bash and Yangdr, with their new names they became Anshushgethreya, Eoboash and Yaoyengdr. These names struck fear into hearts of the beasts, causing their tails to cowardly cower....

The chain of swallowed souls grew longer and longer, each one sticking out of the jaws of the previous one, while the insatiable gods awaited their new victims....

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