#and before that it was the dogs non stop barking keeping me up

[emicat1159]

I have been drawing for so many hours straight

What year is it? Who am I?

[writers-potion]

Let's Scare Your Readers!

Combine the techniques below with the techniques for building suspense to give your readers a palm-sweating sensation!

Darkness

If absolute darkness doesn't make sense in your story, aim for semi-darkness: dusk, a single lantern/candle, heavily curtained windows, a thick canopy of trees, etc. Flickering lights that create confusing shadows can also be effective.

Let the darkness pool gradually around your MC. Show the night or fog rolling in, the camp-fire subsiding, or the candles burn down one by one.

Examples:

The candle sputtered. The light wavered.

The lamp cast its smoky light on the brick walls.

The night was silent, but for the dry rustling of leaves as the wind whispered through the trees.

Sound

Of all the senses, the sense of hearing serves best to create excitement and fear.

the clacking of the villain's boots on the floor tiles, the ticking of the wall clock, a dog barking outside, the roaring of a distant motor, a door slamming somewhere in the house, water dripping from the ceiling, the chair squeaking, the whine of the dentist's drill, the scraping of the knife on a whetstone, a faraway siren wailing the heroine's own heartbeat thudding in her ears.

When the surroundings are dark, your MC will grow to be more aware of the surrounding noise, even if it's not relevant to the plot.

Chill

Make it uncomfortably cold for the MC, and your readers will shiver with them.

powercut cutting off the heating, nightfall naturally bringing in lower temperatures.

winter, evening, a cool breeze that chills everything, survivors running our of fuel, the ceiling fan is over-active, stone builindg/caves/sbuterranean chambers tend to be cold.

Describe how the cold pinpricks the MC's skin, stunting their thinking and making them shiver.

The opposite can also be effective: turn up the temperature using a stove, an overheated motor, or the sweltering sun to make the MC sweat.

Isolation

This is a common technique: let the MC face the monster alone with no external help. It's also easier to limit the resources and escape routes available for the MC.

an abandoned factory, remote mountaintop, the depth of an unexplored cave.

It can also be more everyday locations: a construction site, the sewer, a malfunctioning bathroom.

Meet the Monster

When describing the threat, spread out your descriptions so that (1) the scene has constant action (2) you have material to build up later.

Good details to show:

hands, fingers, nails, talons, claws

the sound of the voice, growl, roar

the smile, teeth

the texture of skin, fur, scales.

Get Visceral

Never tell your readers that the MC is scared. Describe the fright using these physical effects:

the skin crawling, breath stalling, scalp pricking, clenching of the chest, stomach curling, heart thudding, sweat tricking down, clogged throat, pulse in the ears, cold sweat, chills up/down the spine, stomach knotting, breathless, etc.

The Gory Bits

Instead of describing everything, limit yourself to particular details, keeping overall description short. Non-stop gore doesn't shock - its bores.

Create a contrast: the child's mutilated corpse still clutches the doll. The brains from the baby's plt skull spill across the fluffy pink blanket.

Use similes, comparing gruesome buts to something from ordinary life. The intestines look like spaghetti in tomato sauce. The blood spilling from the mouth looks like lipstick.

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[moonlitdesertdreams]

On the Surface

A/N: Nothing important, please enjoy and send me more ideas! Tags: Fallout, Cooper Howard, Cooper Howard x F!Reader, Cooper Howard x You, Ghoul x Reader, Lucy MacLean WARNINGS: None Summary: Lucy knew traveling with the Ghoul would be tough, but no one told her it would be so... weird. Especially when he stops to pick up another companion along the way.

Word count: 1.2k+

(GIF credit to @talesfromthecrypts)

Lucy surely didn’t know what to expect when she trudged along after the Ghoul and Wilzig’s dog, charmed by its new companion. 

She followed, weighed down by the revelations Moldaver had laid bare. It had pulled the curtain away from her entire life and ripped her heart to shreds. Between seeing her father flee and leaving Maximus, her mind was heavy with pain. 

The Ghoul was absolute zero on the comfort scale. He walked silently, only breaking it to mutter hypothetical questions at the dog- so affectionately called Dogmeat- and cough dryly. Lucy decided they had to have been walking for hours through sparse woods and dry ground before a flickering light appeared on the horizon. 

And after everything she’d been through, she fully expected another fight. 

But the Ghoul seemed to gain some motivation at the sight, and moved along at a quicker pace than they had been. Lucy was able to make out the shape of a small campfire burning, less than ten feet away from a fairly large, but crudely-built cabin. It was tucked into a patch of dead trees, and had what she thought to be clothes hanging on clotheslines outside. Even the dog was excited, barking loudly and jogging up to the cabin. 

Lucy stopped a few yards away, apprehension freezing her limbs into place. The Ghoul continued on, hopping lithely onto the front porch and knocking at the door. Again, she expected the occupant to come out, guns blazing, and be killed by the man at her door. 

Maybe he’d even make Lucy carve pieces of them off to make jerky again.

What she didn’t expect was the door to open, and the Ghoul to crack a smile she’d never seen. A figure- a woman- stepped out onto the porch. Lucy watched them exchange a few words before the woman leaned in towards the Ghoul and…. hugged him?

What the fuck even was this place?

The Ghoul, always cold and callous with Lucy, chuckled out loud. “Miss me, sugar?”

When she pulls away, the woman is beaming. “Every day.”

Lucy probably looks like a whole fool, jaw gaping and brow furrowed in confusion. She stares at the woman, who eventually turns an eye to her. 

“What’s this? Gettin’ some on the side, Cowboy?” The still unnamed woman trots off the porch towards the Vault-Dweller. 

Upon closer inspection, the woman doesn’t appear as angry as her statement. She’s got long hair wrapped into a complicated braided style to keep it up and out of her face. There’s a smattering of freckles over her sunburnt nose, and a jagged scar running the length of her right cheek. The gnarled tissue pulls her mouth into a scowl, but she’s otherwise well-kept. She’s probably three or four inches shorter than Lucy, but no less intimidating. 

“Calm down, woman.” The Ghoul bites. “This is Lucy MacLean.”

The woman pauses, looking back to him for confirmation before staring back at Lucy. “MacLean, eh? I can see it.”

Spurs clank as the Ghoul takes those slow, scary steps towards the woman. “Thought you might be interested in comin’ along. We’re followin’ her dad. Hank.”

A smile twists the lady’s lips, fighting against the wretched scar on her face. “Come on in. We can leave in the morning.”

And that’s how Lucy finds herself in the rickety cabin. The woman- who still hadn’t offered up a name, much like her Ghoul friend- had led her to a room and tossed a scratchy blanket and pillow in behind her. Despite her gruff exterior, she had told Lucy there was a pantry in the kitchen full of non-perishables, and cans of purified water hidden in the back. And though water sounded beautiful, Lucy was more stoked about the water purifier connected to the house. She was told there was cold but clean water in a makeshift wash room to clean up.

So Lucy took her time to freshen up in the first relatively put-together place she’d been since coming up from the Vault. The little cabin did have lights, thanks to a generator that hummed along outside. She was able to scrub the grime from her face and hands, and attempted to do the same with her Vault-suit. There was an old Nuka-cola  bottle on the floor in the washroom with ‘SOAP’ scratched across it in cursive. It lathered like any other that Lucy remembered, and she felt like a new person walking out of the wash room and back into her own little space. 

Unsurprisingly, her empty stomach reared its head in protest, and she decided she’d make one last trip to the pantry before bed. There were no voices outside of her room, just the humming of an old Television setup she’d seen on her way in. Lucy tiptoes back to the junction of the living area and pantry, but stops dead in her tracks. The lights are all off, and it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust. 

The living area right inside the door, the one she’d passed by on her way in, was occupied by both the Ghoul and his mysterious friend. However, instead of the simple sofa she’d observed prior, it was now pulled out into a bed. 

A bed in which the woman and the Ghoul were curled up,  completely unconscious. 

Lucy almost feels bad intruding on the situation, but she’s more bewildered that anyone could show such affection towards the irradiated man she’d come to hate over the past few days. And they’re not even just sharing the bed, they’re tangled together and… cuddling? The Ghoul is on his back, head propped on a pillow and hat still on his head but tipped down low to hide his disfigured face. The long coat he’d worn day in and day out is hanging over the armrest beside his bandolier, guns easily accessible. And the woman, looking relaxed as ever, is curled up on her side with her head on his chest. The Ghoul has one arm curled around her shoulder, the other loosely gripping his inhaler device as he sleeps. 

Lucy collects her jaw off the floor and scoots along to the pantry, snagging a couple ration bars and a can of water before heading back. She tries not to look again as she goes back to her room, but the temptation is too great. She pauses, turning back only to hear the click of a gun being cocked. 

In the darkness, she can only see the whites of the Ghoul’s eyes and a flash of teeth. “Move along, Vaultie.”

Lucy obeys, and practically dashes back to her room. 

So when they move out in the morning, Lucy pretends not to notice anything. When the pair stops their trek and leans in close to murmur directions at each other, Lucy taps away at her Pip-Boy. 

There’s even a time where she returns from gathering water to find them locked in a kiss, coats swaying in the Wasteland wind. And Lucy had immediately backed up, lingering in the treeline until they broke apart. 

The displays of affections continue with the travels, and it wasn’t odd to wake up to the sight of the woman curled beneath her Ghoul’s arm, content as ever. Days pass, and Lucy doesn’t mention it. It’s kind of cute, she comes to think. She didn’t dare mention anything in fear of the Ghoul’s wrath. 

So their odd trio trots along through the desert, letting Dogmeat take the lead. 

And Lucy? Well, she's learning to be blissfully ignorant towards the abnormalities on the surface.

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[yikesmary]

hi! i saw u were asking for some svt oneshots ideas so ... strangers to dating (?) w mingyu where u walk ur golden retriever and while in the park mingyu bumps into ur puppy and asks if they can play together for a while <3

PUPPY PARENTS — kim mingyu x reader

summary: where your golden retriever has the tendency to bring you things she has an interest in— sticks, frisbees that obviously don’t belong to you, and even the occasional bird. but this time, your dog brings… a man? and not just any man, only the most beautiful man you’ve ever met. maybe your dog is onto something…

notes: WOO first request! i don’t have a dog but this request is cute. also i have no knowledge on how having a dog at the park works so i’m just guessing. it’s a non-idol!au but it doesn’t really matter since it’s not really mentioned. i kinda got carried away and the plot ended up a bit different than what the request was so i’m sorry anon 🧍‍♀️

“Now, I know I’ve let you bring in whatever interesting thing you see. But this time it should stop. I mean, come on, the old lady’s chihuahua? You weren’t the one getting hit by her purse,” you told your golden retriever Winnie, who looked as if she wasn’t understanding a thing you were saying.

Which made sense, considering she was a dog and you were, you know, not a dog.

You sighed, and kneeled down to the level of Winnie and decided to give her a tiny head rub before standing up and proceeding your walk to the park.

Thankfully, the park wasn’t busy. The last thing you wanted Winnie to do was pick up another kid again by their collar and proceed to kidnap them (the first and last time it happened, the mom was understanding but also really concerned).

Once you entered the park, you looked for a bench to sit on with Winnie not too far away, her tail wagging as she walked. When you finally chose a bench and sat down, Winnie looked at you as if she was expecting you to let her roam free.

“You can’t go too far away and play nice with the other dogs,” you reminded her, and she barked in response. It was times like these where you thought she understood you. But no matter how much you reassured her that you knew how to keep secrets, the only thing she did was stare at you blankly.

You gave her one last ruffle on her head before she took off running, watching her as she zoomed past the many people in excitement.

After making sure that she didn’t immediately run away from the park, you went on your phone to watch TikTok and respond to the texts you got that you told yourself you were going to respond and never ended up doing.

However, this didn’t last long because a confused, “Miss, is this your dog?” which made you look at the person that belonged to the voice.

You froze at the sight of the beautiful man. And it wasn’t just a quick stop; you physically froze at the sight of him. But you stopped once you realized that your dog was forcibly keeping him there in front of you by biting his pant leg and not letting go.

“Winnie! I told you that you can’t kidnap people,” you whisper yelled at your dog, but it was futile, as your dog just kept on wagging her tail, no doubt drooling on the handsome stranger’s pants.

You took ahold of the dog and pried her mouth open in order to release the pant leg. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve known she would do something like this,” you apologized, putting Winnie’s leash back on.

The man had smiled at you, not bothered at all at the fact his pants were now covered in dog spit. “No worries, she was nothing but sweet when she approached me. We even did a game of catch before she decided to kidnap me,” he said, grabbing a tennis ball from his pocket and showing it to you.

“You just happen to have a tennis ball in your pocket?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

The beautiful mystery man only grinned at you, “I like visiting the park because I like asking dog owners if I can play with their dogs,”

“That’s… adorable,” you blurted out, since the thought of the man just having the ball for the sole purpose of having something to play with dogs was adorable.

“Thanks, but Winnie here is adorable, too. I’m guessing she’s named after Winnie the Pooh?”

“Unintentionally named Winnie. My niece had a Winnie the Pooh phase when she was younger and constantly kept calling her Winnie and it was the only name she ever answered to after that,” you explained.

“So if I know the dog’s name, can I know yours?” he asked.

You told him your name feeling a little embarrassed, since you went on to call him adorable and explained your dog’s name origin without either of you knowing each other’s names. If he didn’t stop you, you would’ve probably ended up over sharing and telling him all your life problems.

“Pretty name for someone who’s just as pretty,” he complimented, which made you smile.

“Does that line work?” You questioned.

“Depends. Did it work on you?”

“How about I know your name first before I say anything?” you asked.

“Oh, right! I can’t believe I asked you for your name before even saying mine. My name’s Mingyu,” he said, finally putting a name to his face.

“Well, Mingyu, the line worked. Just a tiny bit,” you replied, putting your pointer finger and thumb close together in a pinch.

“That’s disappointing. I thought it would’ve been the perfect line to lead to asking you out for coffee. My treat,” Mingyu said.

“Well. the coffee does sound good. And you did get ambushed by my dog, so I’d feel bad rejecting you…” you jokingly trailed off.

“And I might be injured! You might have to stay with me until I feel all better,” Mingyu played along, causing you to laugh.

“You’re such a dork,”

“A dork who just so happens to know of a cafe that allows dogs and even has their very own menu of drinks and food curated just for dogs,”

Winnie interrupted your banter at that moment in order to nudge you, giving her own seal of approval at the mention of the cafe. “I guess Winnie chose for the both of us,” you said, gesturing to your dog’s sudden movement.

“Just as a warning, don’t taste the dog’s food. I tried it and I should’ve never done so in the first place,” Mingyu said, the both of you walking with Winnie beside you, trotting along.

“What made you even eat the dog treats anyways?”

“They looked like human food! So, as a result my friend, Jeonghan, dared me to try one…”

[thegnomelord]

OMG CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!!!!!! how about prompt 30 with trans!ghost? there'd be such a nice mix of battle scars & surgery scars too <3

Thanks! and Anon you have no idea on what kind of a Hyper-fixation fender you put me on with this prompt, like it's 2 in the morning and I've never written something this fast before lol. Play the game HERE.

Prompt: Kissing scars

CW: NSFW, Trans Ghost, Male reader but can be read as GN, afab language, kinda non sexual nudity, body worship, scar kissing, fluff, fluffy fluffy fluff, I'm a dirty tease.

You never know what you'll get when Ghost returns after a mission— Sometimes he'll return so hoped up on adrenaline he'll push you down on the nearest flat surface and ride you until he's satisfied, using you as a living dildo with a firm hand on your throat to keep you hard and quiet; Other times — even the barest brush of skin on skin will have him flinching away with a glare able to put you 6 feet deep.

So when you find him in your room, still fitted out in combat gear and staring off seemingly into space, you approach him slow and loud, making your footsteps echo as you draw close. You doubt he can even feel you brush your pinkies together through his thick gloves, but he jolts as if you're electric. . .but doesn't jerk away.

Creeping slowly until you're face to face with him you hold his hand loosely in your own, giving a gentle squeeze. It takes a few more squeezes before his eyes focus on you, the raging storm inside him turning them from honey brown to dark like blood soaked soil. You can tell his face is tense even with the mask on, the thin fabric helping to keep him together as his resolve slowly depletes like a fraying rope.

Something makes you move and before your mind properly registers it you're slowly taking off his glove, brushing the back of his hand with your thumb before you bring it closer to your face. His sharp eyes follow every movement of your lips as you kiss an old cigarette burn on the pad of his thumb and trail soft pecks across the silvery lines dotting his finger down to the meat of his palm, then back up to the pad of his pointer finger, kissing each knuckle as you go from finger to finger.

This doesn't stop or lessen the maelstrom in his mind, but each new kiss is like a new board to patch up the leaking holes in his boat. His other hand finds your shoulder by the time you're kissing the stab scar on the back of his hand.

His voice is so rough your name is hardly understandable, but gains your attention all the same. "Going soft on me now?" He growls, amused or irritated, you can't say.

Tempting luck you reach out to grab the zipper of his jacket, "Do you want me to stop?" You murmur against his skin.

His eyes narrow until you're staring into a dark void, a small and gruff sound leaving his throat. It's not a 'yes', but it's definitely not a 'no'. So like a miner without a canary, you slowly undress him, dropping to your knees to take off his boots and unclipping all his gear, stopping only when he's down to boxers and a long sleeve shirt when you feel him tense.

"Forgetting somethin' Sargent?" He asks, voice rough like he's ready to bark orders across the battlefield.

You look at him like a worshiper looks at a god, "Please, can I take these off Ghost?" You beg, sticking out your bottom lip for extra measure.

"Only because you look pathetic when you beg." There's no heat in his words, but you feel and see his muscles tense as you take away the last remaining articles of clothing. Only his mask remains, and you don't dare touch that.

He's dry as a bone and you can't blame him, this situation so far from normal for both of you. He lets you maneuver him until he's sitting on the bed, his knees spread just enough for you to comfortably kneel between them.

"That's bettah," He hums as you take his other hand and start kissing the rough patches of skin there, though you're a little surprised when he catches your tongue in his fingers. "You're like a damn dog." But he only brushes the his thumb against the flat of your tongue before letting go.

"Just for you, right?" You hum and start trailing bulletwounds and stab scars across his forearm.

"If yea know what's good for yea." He growls, though you can see him starting to relax, the cold edges melting slowly like the first thaw after a 1000 year old winter.

"Where do you ache, love?" You ask, reaching over to kiss a prominent scar on his bicep while you look at his abdomen. His front looks like a roadmap; full of long jagged scars from knives, dotted with small crates from old bullets, mottled with burns, and other unknown scars caused by god knows what. The only 'clean' scars he has are the two silvery lines beneath the curve of his pecs — the ones he never lets you touch.

"Will you kiss it better?" He mocks, like he doesn't believe you and looks at you like you're insane, but decides to humor you and briefly taps the fresh pink line on his abdomen. He watches you like a hawk as you lean down to lay soft kisses along the entire length of the jagged scar, a groan leaving his lips as your tongue tickles the frazzled beneath healing scar tissue, something like pleasure-not-pleasure sizzling wonderfully up his spine.

"Where else?" You ask, letting him place a heavy hand on your head and guide you where he wants you. His body aches in some way every waking moment, but for this night he can let you chase away the gnawing pain with your lips. He doesn't notice when he ends up splayed out on the bed and tugging you on top of him— another usually hard no with him —his mind growing strangely quiet as every lick and kiss on his damaged skin leaves behind shreds of warmth that build in his chest until he's boneless. It's almost like he melts into the bed, into your lips, his muscles more relaxed than they've ever been.

Then your lips brush against his top scars and a bucket of water gets splashed on his head. He barks out your name, raising his head as he scruffs you by the back of the neck before you can even react.

You don't resist his hold, "Yes, my handsome man?" You ask with a teasing lilt to your voice, your lips brushing against his top scars when he visibly shivers at your words.

"The fuck are you doin'?" He asks the question that's been plaguing both of your minds, but he doesn't sound angry and doesn't try to throw you off him, so you continue to gently worship his top scars.

"What's it look like?" You ask and feel his hold on your neck loosen as you trail from one scar to it's twin on the other side. His hand remains where it is, but his blunt nails lightly scratch your skin as reward for adoring scars like you're doing right now.

"Like you're doing something stupid." He huffs and you can finally see the dark clouds in his eyes parting, his chest rising and falling as he lets out a breath that's been weighing on his shoulders for a while. "But-" He takes your hand and moves it down between his legs, both of you groaning when you find his folds wet and pliant to your fingers, clit hard and pulsing against your hand. "-I can think of a few more places where I 'ache'." He gives a smug smirk that's obvious through his balaclava, his other hand lightly tugging on your hair, "Kiss it better for me, yeah?"

How can you refuse?

[minimomoe]

Love Bites

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia au)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

tags: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving, other sexxy funtime stuff)

Chapter Eight: Sparkling Juice

“I want you to open my present first!” Yuji shoves his present into your hands. Nobara plucks the haphazardly wrapped present out of your hands and puts her own to replace it. It had crisp edges and was topped with a bow. “She’s obviously going to open mine first, Yuji!”

“The only correct answer is opening mine first,” Megumi says, taking the basket holding your present out of his white dog’s mouth. Both black and white dogs had reindeer horns, but the white dog had Rudolph's nose attached to his snout. You laughs

 as the kids argue with each other, and Toji watches you from across the room. He smiles to himself, adoring the way that you are fully relaxed with everybody in the family. The dogs lay beside your feet, their tails wagging lazily and tongues lolling. Before the kids dragged you to open their presents, you were showing off the christmas sweater you had handknitted to Suguru, which you had made for Megumi and Toji to wear as well. Toji didn’t know how you knew his size so well, and the same went for Megumi, but they both fit perfectly. Forest green cable knit sweaters that had snowflakes carefully embroidered into it. You had shyly presented them to Toji and Megumi along with their other presents, as if you were afraid they wouldn’t like your first gift. He was speechless when he opened the box. How you managed to make them both sweaters and take care of the bakery was a mystery to him. Megumi had taken off his shirt right away and put it on, then tightly hugged you. Toji followed suit and ignored the pestering questions from Sukuna who wanted you to make him a sweater too. 

You open Megumi’s small box first as he wished and you are greeted with a tiny ceramic butterfly. It’s a blue morpho, and in one of the wings your name was painted into it. You gasp and carefully take it out of the packaging. 

“You made this?” You say in a hush voice. 

“Yep. You said butterflies were your favorite!” Megumi smiles up at you. 

“I mentioned that ages ago. Thank you, Gumi-bear,” you wrap your arms around him and press kisses into his forehead. The little boy's face was beet red when you let go of him, but when he turns to face Yuji and Nobara he sticks out his tongue. 

“Beat that!” 

When the gift exchange is over you, the kids, and the rest of the adults move to the dining area to eat. Gojo decided to be the host of Christmas this year, and you could tell that he really loved it. Him and his girlfriend decorated the chairs and seating arrangements with tiny Santas and wreaths. Glasses of non alcoholic, sparkling juice in fancy champagne flutes were placed right in front of the plates and Yuji grabs his and downs it in one sip. Nobara is quick to smack the back of his head and lectures him on table manners. You sit in between Toji and Megumi, and directly across from you sat Choso and his partner. She’s a pretty yet quiet girl, just like you. You give a soft smile and she returns it. Toji grabs your hand under the table and brings it up to your lips. 

“After we eat we can go home. I still have to give you your present,” he says. 

“You got a present to give me, big guy?” Sukuna says from down the table. Toji shoots him an annoyed look but everybody else snickers. 

“Yeah, let me get the right sized boot to shove my foot up your ass. You can keep it after that.”

“Language,” Nanami warns, making the other two men stop barking at each other. He carries a gorgeous honeyed ham baked to perfection from the kitchen. “Do you want ham?” He asked you softly and you nod enthusiastically.

“Did you make this yourself? It smells amazing, Kento.”

He grins and cuts you a slice. “Nanamin is a great cook. He makes a lovely wife,” Gojo pipes up. 

“Being a housewife doesn’t sound too bad,” he mutters for only you to hear and winks. “I poisoned one item on your plate,” he says offhandedly to Gojo. “Eat it if you dare.” 

Gojo gasps dramatically and all the children burst into laughter. The meal was filled with jokes and laughter the entire time. You forgot how wonderful Christmas is when you have people to share it with. 

You and Toji decided to leave once Megumi could barely hold his head up anymore. He had stayed up all night just for the sake of staying up and now the lack of sleep was catching up to him. Toji hauls him in his arms while you carry all the gifts you three received and herd the dogs into the car. Toji safely buckles Megumi in and climbs into the driver seat and immediately holds your hand. 

“You didn’t cry this time,” he comments when he starts the car. You roll your eyes and scoff. 

“I didn’t cry on thanksgiving! I had something in my eye.”

“For thirty minutes?”

“Eyes lashes are tiny,” you mumble and he laughs. “So… do I have to beg for my present or is it waiting for me when we get home?”

“I like it when you beg but it’s already there.” Toji runs his thumb over your knuckles. You stare at him curiously but if Toji didn’t want to explain something you couldn’t get more information out of him. What you did notice is the nervous tapping his forefinger made on the steering wheel, making you wonder what sort of present could make him this nervous. 

Arriving at Toji’s home looked the same as always. You thought maybe he had gotten you a new car but that didn’t seem to be the case. You gather the presents once again and the dogs dash into the backyard. Megumi, bleary eyed and still sleepy, forces himself to walk so that he can see your present too. Toji stills at the entrance into the houses and looks back at you one last time. “This is only one part, but I figured you should see this first.”

“Open the door!” You and Megumi say together, and you drum on his arm and he shakes his head. 

He opens the door and you enter the home hand in hand with Megumi. There was nothing new that you could see immediately. The foyer looks the same, there’s nothing on the stairs or in the living room. You look back to give Toji a confused look and he points to the dining area. You creep over there, noting the way that Megumi’s hand tightens around yours. To your surprise it’s not an object that’s waiting for you in the dining chair, but rather a person who’s back was facing you. The person hears you moving behind them and turns around, making you freeze completely. 

“Merry Christmas,” the man says to you, and tears quickly fill your eyes. 

“Ezra?”

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

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[cbsxreader]

could i please have the mercs with an s/o who is a shapeshifter that can turn into nearly any form?

Mercs with an S/o who is a shapeshifter!

Scout

He's the one that has the biggest freak-out when he finds out about his S/o's abilities. He's not really scared but not very calm either.

Once he gets comfortable with it, he decides to see his S/o's limits by challenging them, but he learns his lesson pretty quickly.

"Bet you can't win against me in a race!" Scout challenged his S/o. he knew very well that his S/o could take different forms but he was still confident in his speed.

"I bet I can!" His S/o accepted the offer to a race, standing right by Scout to fairly start the run. they both got into position to start running.

"Alright 3, 2, 1, Go!" Scout counted before both of them sped off, beginning to run circles around the building.

It was basically neck and neck before his S/o started to run out of breath. In a desperate attempt to not fall behind, they transformed into a dog, the extra legs carrying them forward to catch up with Scout again. Only to grow tired after a few more circles.

As they watched Scout get ahead with a smug smile, they decided to go with the last ditch effort to change to a cheetah. they easily sped past Scout, getting a lap ahead of him. This continued until Scout stopped, panting.

"Wait- slow down..." He called out to his S/o before they could run past him again.

"Am I too fast for you?" His S/o asked in a sly tone.

"Yeah..." Scout answered, breathless.

Soldier

Genuinely thinks his S/o should replace Spy in terms of having someone who can change their appearance on the battlefield. His S/o has to convince him that they don't need to strip Spy of his job though he secretly considers it to be an open option.

He doesn't freak out about his S/o's abilities at all, which isn't too bad. It keeps him from overthinking if he just considers them to have the same abilities as Spy.

"Stand back sweetheart. That little bastard is unpredictable and can attack at any moment." Soldier said, putting his hands in front of his S/o and trying to protect them from the bread monster in front of them.

"It isn't that threatening to be honest." His S/o looked over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the little creature.

"It fears nothing, it is a high level threat-" Soldier continued to rant before another bread monster appeared by his foot. It barked at the other, smaller one, making it scoot away.

Soldier got confused for a moment before realizing his S/o decided fight fire as fire. They ran after the other creature, chasing after it.

"Yeah!! Get him, cupcake!!! Show him who's boss!!" He cheered, running behind his S/o.

Pyro

They're amazed by their S/o's abilities and don't see it as a weird thing. Like, after the first time Pyro saw their S/o change form, they hugged them out of wonder and happiness.

Tea parties with his S/o are regular occurrences. It's fun for both of them to pretend random animals can drink tea while putting up their pinkie fingers and eat cookies.

"Hmm mph mmm hm mm hm?" Pyro asked their now red panda S/o, reaching out the kettle filled with pretend-tea.

"Oh yes, absolutely." Their S/o responded, playing into the act and putting on a posh accent. They reached out their cup closer to Pyro with their paws.

"Thank you, Pyro." Their S/o thanked them after having their cup filled with tea. They brought the cup to their lips, sipping the non-existing drink.

"This tea is amazing!" Their S/o said, complimenting them.

"Phm mm." Pyro mumbled.

"What is going on?" The Spy head that Pyro stole from Medic's fridge asked.

Demoman

Is completely obsessed with mythical creatures and cryptids so his S/o just brings his interest to a whole new level.

He's already dealt with the Loch Ness monster, wizards, his haunted eye and other weird stuff. And the fact that he can get so close to his S/o without getting killed makes him just sit while mesmerized by them.

Sometimes, Demoman can't help himself but ask for them to transform into something specific, just to see how they would look like and see the transformation over and over.

"Can ye be a hamster?" He asked his S/o, smiling and holding his head in his hands.

"Sure!" His S/o accepted. In the blink of an eye they suddenly were so small that they could fit in the palm of a hand. They looked at Demoman with cute eyes, sniffing the air around them.

"Aww yer adorable! Now can you be a dog?" He said, smile growing wider. Quickly, his S/o abandoned the form of a little rodent and became a trusty canine. Demoman nearly squeaked out of joy and was about to ask for a different animal but his S/o spoke up first.

"Come on, give me a challenge!" They eagerly wagged their tail, eager to see what Demoman had in mind.

"Alright, let's see...Dragon!" He cheered, giving a more interesting answer. His S/o only jumped in the air and glowed as they transformed, their wings stretching out in utter majesty.

"Now that's more like it! Demo?" His S/o cheered before tilting their head at Demoman's stunned expression.

"Ye look amazing..." He whispered, absolutely in awe of his S/o.

Engineer

As a man with a scientific mind, he's shocked at his S/o's abilities at first. He knows he lives in a crazy world where anything could happen but his S/o to him is just next level.

Other than that, Engie treats it as a pretty casual thing and tries to not make his S/o left out. He just doesn't want to exclude them just because they're different and constantly checks up on them to make sure everything's good.

There's nothing else that cheers him up like his S/o randomly transforming into a different form and handing him a tool while he works. Especially after working non-stop.

"Oh, why can't it just- work??" Engineer said after once again failing to fix up the sentry.

"Maybe this can help?" His S/o spoke up, handing him a wrench.

When he looked in their direction, only to see them as a monkey with a hardhat on. Engie looked at them for a moment before bursting out in laughter.

"And I thought I made bad dad jokes!" He said in-between chuckles.

Heavy

He may have been a bit confused at first about the whole shapeshifter thing but he doesn't let it get in the way of their love for each other.

Honestly, his favorite moments are when his S/o does something he didn't know they could do. And the moment becomes even more memorable to him if his S/o explains it to him and he gets to learn more about their abilities.

It's not that he hates his S/o, but they've got a work-out routine of them being a bear and wrestling together. It may look pretty tough from afar but it's like harmless banter between them.

"Is that all you have, leetle one?" Heavy asked as he stopped his S/o from knocking him down by grabbing their big front paws.

His S/o took it as a challenge and proceeded to use all of their strength to push Heavy back. When he barely budged, his S/o tackled him with their full weight, making him fall back. Heavy felt like he was in a sandvich between his S/o on top of him and the ground.

"Who's the little one now?" His S/o asked, lowering their face closer to his, their wet nose tickling his skin.

"Ohohohoho- alright, alright, you win.." He chuckled, grabbing his S/o's snout and pushing them away.

Medic

Oh you bet he's curious abt his S/o's anatomy. Like, he has so much questions. Does his S/o get an entirely new organ system when they transform? Do they have organs that can only be found in specific animals?

Of course, he'd only experiment on them with their consent. Medic's scientific and malicious mind is racing with ideas but he hold himself back. He finds his S/o fascinating and can't help but admire them in all of their forms.

His S/o finds it fun to transform into a dove and see if Medic can tell which dove is them.

"Liebe, where did you go? Ach, don't tell me you're a dove again.." Medic said, scrambling around his lab before stopping at a row of his doves. He looked at the birds with narrow eyes, examining their features.

"Wait, you're Archimedes, you...I forgot your name- Is it you?" He murmured, pointing to the different doves, eventually ending up on his disguised S/o.

"You got me!" They spoke up, stretching out their wings.

"Aha! I'm getting better at recognizing you!" He cheered as he lightly tapped their beak.

Sniper

He keeps his curiosity about his S/o a secret because he doesn't want to feel like he's bothering them with his questions. But when he can squeeze a question out of their conversation he listens to their every word.

Loves having his S/o around as small animals because then he can practice sniping while they're on his shoulder or on his head.

Sniper remained still as his S/o flew to his nest. They softly landed on his head, trying not to rip his scalp with their talons.

"If you're not finding anything, there's a Soldier that might turn a corner into your sight." They said out loud. His S/o didn't get a response but the Soldier quickly showed up.

"There he is." They spoke up again. Right after their comment, Sniper put a bullet in the Soldier's skull. The sudden shot scared them and they gripped their talons, making Sniper hiss in pain.

"Oh no, Sniper, I'm so sorry!" They quickly got off of his head, apologizing.

He quickly collected himself and spoke in a calm voice "It's alright...but could you get me a small medkit, please?.."

Spy

He finds it somewhat endearing that both him and his S/o have some sort of shapeshifting abilities. Sure, it's more of a disguising thing for Spy but point still stands of them being able to appear as something different.

Likes his S/o's cat form. He finds their purring relaxing and they can get comfortable on his lap while he reads. Also it helps the old man relieve pains or cramps from battles.

Spy stumbled into his room, exhausted from fighting. His chest ached from how much he had been stabbed, shot and exploded and his legs were about to make him collapse.

He fell onto his bed, carelessly letting his limbs fall wherever. Then he felt the mattress dip right by him, his S/o was a cat now with a corner of a towel in their mouth. Spy took the towel and put it on his chest to not get cat fur on his clothes.

His S/o climbed on his chest, slightly kneading the towel before curling up and purring. The vibrations traveled through Spy's body, making him relax.

"Thank you, mon cher." He quietly said, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.

[mackjlee9]

Okay, person A needing to kiss person B to make sure they properly swallow a potion to safe their life

Maybe something small with Leon if you want

I just saw something with and just thought its a good trope maybe you want it, also morning probably hehe

Puppy~ I meant to post this soon but I couldn't 😭

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Fluff]

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

(M/n) never said anything to Leon just to not make him worry, they had a job to do, a mission to complete, and Ashley was their priority right now, after all, it was his dumb mistake.

Turns out a Plaga-infected dog was even more dangerous than a normal dog. They were out in the maze that was Salazar's garden, and he stayed with Ashley while Leon did his thing to get the door opened. And now he and Ashley were walking back to the blond, keeping a close eye out for any more infected dogs but still chatting with Ashley.

And he saw it. One of the dogs that had been laying down since it was shot was slowly getting up again, its red eyes locked onto Leon who's back facing it. (M/n) didn't think about it, "Leon-!" He yelled while running toward him, moving him away as quickly as he could, his non-dominant arm extended forward to stop the momentum of the dog.

He stumbled back and fell to the ground, the dog barked and wriggled against his forearm pressed to its neck, while (M/n) tried to reach his pistol, struggling to keep its sharp teeth away from his face. However, the dog managed to take advantage of how he tried to grab his gun to dive forward, sinking its canines on his shoulder.

(M/n) grunted at the pain that shot through his whole body, finally wrapping his fingers around the grip of his pistol and pulling it out, shooting the dog in the head, weakening its hold on his neck, and soon, Leon kicked it off of him, its body falling limp to the ground, a bullet hole in its head and neck broken.

He sat up, and frowned in pain, glancing down at his gushing wound, and sighing as he stood up with Ashley's help, "You okay?" He nodded a few times, hiding the obvious expression of pain on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, it's nothing..." He turned toward Ashley, noticing that Leon had stepped away and was scouting the area, more alert than before, "Thank you, sweetheart," Ashley smiled and giggled, but her eyes soon stared at his wound, observing the blood dripping down his chest, and the worry was obvious on her face.

"Are you sure you're okay?" (M/n) only nods with a chuckle, making their way back to Leon.

"It's not as bad as it looks, I'm fine."

//////

Turns out it was as bad as it looked, if not worse. (M/n) could feel his body getting weaker with every passing second caused by the blood loss, and he knew damn well he was running a high fever, he was dizzy and continued to stumble the whole way, until eventually, he passed out.

"(M/n)!" Ashley's scream made Leon stop and turn around, seeing (M/n) on the ground, his chest moving up and down rapidly due to his unsteady breathing, he definitely didn't look as good as he did hours prior, "Leon..." Ashley looked down at her hands, covered in blood.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, crouching next to (M/n) and dropping his good arm over his shoulder, holding him up in a sitting position and wrapping his arm around his waist, lifting him up on his feet with a grunt, "Okay, Ashley," the girl stood on (M/n)'s opposite side from Leon, and looked at them, "I need you to stay close to me, there's not much I can do to protect you, alright? We gotta get (M/n) somewhere safe first."

She nodded and remained close to them, holding onto (M/n)'s free hand tightly, listening to everything Leon told her to do or not to do.

Eventually, after roaming around the castle for a while, they found a room wide enough and with no Iluminados nearby. Leon laid (M/n) on the couch, and they realize how labored his breathing is.

"Now," he kneels next to the couch and Ashley does the same after a few seconds, "I need you to put pressure on his wound, or he'll bleed to death," with shaky hands, she nods and does as Leon told her, taking her handkerchief from around her neck and wrapping it around his bleeding shoulder the best she could, putting as much pressure as she could without hurting him further, "I'll be gone for a bit, stay quiet until I come back."

Ashley takes a shaky breath in and nods again, whispering a soft 'okay, be careful' toward him. Leon did his best to smile at her but found himself being unable to, so he leaned down and kissed the crown of her head, his blue eyes staring at (M/n), clenching his jaw and backing off.

Leon ran out of the room and wandered the halls as quickly and quietly as he could, making his way to where he had caught a glimpse of that purple fire.

When he arrives, the merchant holds back any of his remarks and comments, paying close attention to how Leon is frantically looking around his little shop.

"You don't... Have any herbs or sprays left?" The merchant shakes his head a few times with his eyes closed, hearing Leon cursing to himself a few times, and he sees him turn around.

"I have something that might interest you, stranger," Leon sighs and holds back from being rude to the man, he had done nothing but help him the best way he could after all.

"Listen, I don't have time for games, I have to find medicine..." He says turning back around to face the merchant, but his words slow down and get quieter when he sees him holding a vial with a blue liquid in it. It's not a big vial, it's maybe as long as his palm and rather thin, and... It sparkles? "What is that?"

The merchant cackles, and shakes it a bit, its color changing for a few seconds before going back to the same sparkly blue.

"This is a special recipe, stranger, I made it myself and I've perfected it," intrigued, Leon walks closer again, and holds the vial handed to him, observing it for a few seconds, "You can take it," he looks up at the merchant, a skeptical look in his blue eyes, "Your friend needs it, take it."

Leon sighed, unsure of giving this strange color-changing liquid to (M/n) in the condition he was in, but he had no other choice really, he hadn't spotted a single herb on his way with (M/n) and Ashley nor without them, so really didn't have many options here.

"Fine, I trust you," he muttered before leaving and sprinting his way back, confusing many Iluminados as they were only able to see a blur momentarily. Soon enough, he arrives and opens the door, watching Ashley peek her head over the couch and sigh in relief when her eyes meet with Leon's. Seeing that (M/n) had a sheet over his body told him that maybe he was gone for too long, and he was relieved to know that they were both fine.

"Did you find something?" Ashley asked him with a trembling voice, and Leon doubts for a moment.

"Not so sure, if I'm honest," deciding to not question him, Ashley watches how Leon opens the vial and leans over the back of the couch to hold (M/n)'s face, opening his mouth and dropping a few drops of the blue liquid inside his mouth. He groans when (M/n) coughs it out, probably because he tried to have him swallow something while he was unconscious and breathing rapidly.

He tries a few more times, and even does Ashley, but neither of them could make (M/n) swallow even the smallest drop, and it frustrated them enough to cause a few tears in their eyes.

"Leon..." Ashley has a few tears already running down her face as she watches Leon's frustration, which makes the blond panic when he sees her crying, his gloved hands holding her face gently.

"No, it's okay, (M/n) is gonna be alright, okay? Don't cry, please, I need you to be strong right now, Ashley," she closes her eyes and nods, continuing to press her hands on (M/n)'s wound that is still bleeding, but not as much as a few minutes ago.

Leon thought for a moment about what he could do to make (M/n) drink this potion-looking thing, and he ended up thinking of something.

They had done this together a couple of times... Mostly when they were drunk, but it was worth the shot.

Leon pressed the vial to his mouth, tilted his head back and arm up until all the remaining liquid was in his mouth. He made sure not to swallow anything of it, and leaned down, his hand holding the back of (M/n)'s head slightly up while the other kept his mouth open.

Slowly, Leon pressed his mouth on (M/n)'s making sure he drank every drop of the liquid, which he finally did. Sighing in relief, Leon dropped his head forward, blond locks dangling a bit at the movement.

"Finally," now they just had to wait for him to wake up. Or not.

But subtle groans and squirming got their attention, and they watched how (M/n)'s eyes started to open.

"What happened...?" He asks groggily, looking a little confused. Ashley chuckles through her tears and wraps her arms around (M/n)'s middle tightly.

"I'm so happy you're awake, now we can...!" (M/n) looks down and sees that Ashley fell asleep on him, making him smile and gently stroke her hair. He sat up on the couch and picked Ashley up so she wouldn't be on the floor anymore, having her next to him, her head resting on his uninjured shoulder.

"She was pretty worried about you," Leon adds as he sits on (M/n)'s opposite side, leaning back on the couch. (M/n) raises an eyebrow and looks at Leon.

"As if you weren't worried too~" Leon frowned and looked back at him, lifting his arm and applying pressure on his wound, making him yelp and try to get away from him, "Sorry, sorry!"

Leon scoffed and moved a bit until he felt comfortable on his spot, his arms crossed over his chest, "You didn't tell me you were hurt and that made me mad," (M/n) looked down at his hands, a little ashamed of his behavior.

He opened his mouth to say something, most likely to apologize, when he felt a particular taste in his mouth. It was... Rather sweet, and he kinda liked it.

"What did you give me?" Leon turned to him to understand what he meant, and he watched (M/n) open and close his mouth, licking his lips and tasting something. He lifted his hand, still holding the vial, and shook it a little bit.

"This thing, not sure what it was but it worked," (M/n) looked at the pretty much empty vial in Leon's hand, a little bit of its liquid remained inside and he glanced up at the blond next to him.

He noticed the same sparkling liquid dripping down the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't hold himself back from leaning closed and licking it off, effectively catching Leon off-guard. He tasted it a little bit, and a faint smirk appeared on his face.

"It tasted better from your mouth," Leon's face turned bright red and he had to look away, covering his mouth with his hand, curling in himself when he heard (M/n)'s soft chuckles, feeling his hand placed on his thigh. His touch left a burning sensation on his skin, very much like the heat he felt on his face.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

“Are you gonna tell me what you’re up to?” you asked, following closely behind Daryl in the evening light. The shadows were deep blue and purple, pooling around your boots. He paused to hold a branch aside for you and you shot him a look. “What are you up to?”

He gave you a little smile that always made you melt. “You’ll see,” he drawled. He took the lead again for a short time, but finally stopped beside the wide, muddy brown river. Alrigh’. Shut yer eyes.”

You quirked an eyebrow up at him. “Are you insane?” You glanced around. “We’re in the middle of nowhere and you want me to—”

Daryl’s smile widened and there was a spark in his blue eyes that nearly stopped your heart. “Ya love me, don’t ya?” he drawled.

You smiled widely at him. “Yes. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

“So, ya can trust me, righ’? For just this one moment?”

You sighed and took in the light in his eyes again. “I guess if you put it that way,” you stepped in closer to him and gripped the front of his jacket before shutting your eyes. 

There was a beat and then you heard Daryl whistle. There was a rustling sound in the grass, getting louder and louder, accompanied by the unmistakeable sound of Dog panting. You laughed as you felt him bump into you and rub your legs with the length of his body. “Dog!” Daryl snapped. “Sit down!” You could hear laughter in his gruff voice though. 

“Whaaaat is happening? Can I open my eyes?” Daryl let out what sounded like a nervous breath. “Alrigh’. Open yer eyes.”

You blinked at him. “...what am I waiting for?”

Daryl scratched at a non-existent itch on the back of his head. “Uhh—Dog’s got somethin’...”

You looked down at the wagging pup and noticed something shiny dangling from his collar. You shot a look up at Daryl and bent down to tug the twine free. It was a small silver pendent on a long chain. “Daryl... it’s beautiful... What—?”

“Look, I know it ain’t a ring... uhh—and I dunno how to ask ya really—I just know I wanna keep ya. Forever, if you’ll have me...” He trailed off toward the end, obviously nervous and overwhelmed.

You glanced up at him, your eyes slightly glassy. “You have me. Forever, if you want,” you said, holding the pendent tightly in your palm. “I don’t need some symbol—”

“I know. I dun either but... I want one. In a way I ain’t ever wanted before... for you. For us. If—if ya will have me.” Dog barked and Daryl rolled his eyes. “And Dog,” he added with a laugh.

You couldn’t speak, so instead you just threw your arms around his neck and kissed him.

Dog barked and pranced around both of you happily. “Is that a yes?” Daryl asked.

“Of course it is,” you laughed. “You make me so unbelievably happy.”

Daryl had never known a heart so full in his whole life, and neither had you.

A/N: Excuse me while I ugly sob about how much I want this D: Prompt: “You love me, don’t you?” / “More than I’ve ever loved anyone.” / “So you can trust me, right? For just this one moment?”

[until-the-house-shakes]

Wolfstarbucks nsfw

James had normal interests. He enjoyed quidditch- so much so that he found himself playing professionally- cooking for his two husbands, planning out little pranks for said husbands to discover at their own time (remus is still finding the rest of the three hundred lego wolf figures James hid among his office), and being used as nothing but a pet for both Remus and Sirius.

Being a quidditch player, his schedule was much more lax than Remus, the professor, and Sirius, who ran a non profit organization with his brother. He has practices in the morning, and if he had no game that night, he would be home by himself by mid day. The free time allowed him to explore his interest; he worked out to maintain his stamina, started on dinner and some treats for the team and his partners, and stripped down to nothing but a collar, leather harness, and Remus’s boxers just in time for the arrival of his masters.

“Isn’t this a lovely sight,” Sirius mumbled to himself, entering their bedroom to see his husband all dressed up and kneeling on a dog bed, waiting patiently for his owners to get home and pay him some attention.

“I was hoping you wou-“

“Who gave you permission to speak, pet?” A deeper voice interrupted the pair. James moved his attention from Sirius to Remus, whose eyes were quickly darkening. A small whimper escaped him before shaking his head, signifying no one gave him any permission to speak, and looked down with a tiny pout.

“Moony, be nice to him. He made us dinner and got all dressed up and ready when we got home. I think he deserves a treat for this.” Sirius smirked, walking closer to James, but still being mindful to keep a wide enough distance, much to James’s disappointment.

“A treat? You think this mutt deserves a treat because he’s slutting himself out to try and distract us from how much of a brat he was this morning? If I remember correctly, we both promised him quite the punishment for his behavior.” Remus frowned as he joined the pair, but he was much closer to the ‘mutt’ in question, giving him the perfect opportunity grab ahold of his hair and tug harshly. “Maybe you should remind Pads why we need to punish you, little one.” Remus growled in James’s ear, earning himself a lovely whimper from the other man.

James knew exactly what incident Remus was talking about, and he knew no matter what he did to distract the other two from his previous behavior, he would be receiving one hell of a punishment- but you couldn’t blame him from trying. It almost worked, if only Remus was as easily swayed as Sirius.

“Speak pup.” Remus demanded, tugging on James’s curls again. “I-I.. I mhmm..” James had every intention to recount their morning, but the feeling of Remus’s calloused hands over his leather-bound torso, slowly making their way to the ever growing erection in his Sirius’s boxers, made it just a tad bit difficult.

“Come on mon chiot, tell me what you did this morning. Tell me how bad of a pet you are, why you deserve to be punished.” Sirius encouraged his pet to continue, looking down at him with a hungry glare that made James preen with excitement for the night they will share.

“I.. I w-was a brat to m-moony wh- aa-aah!” The explanation was cut off by a sharp yelp- the result of James’s hair being pulled yet again. “Not my name.” Remus reminded his pet. “S-sorry.. when Sir tried to wake me up. I.. I cursed at him and.. and held on t-to him as he tried to get out of bed. Th-then I.. oh fuck! I.. mm!!” Explaining yourself was much harder when you had Moony’s rough hands stroking your cock. “I m-made breakfast b-but sl-slammed the aaaah.. f-fuck. The tea mug down and it.. mmm.. i-its sp-spilled on Sir.. h-he had t-to change.. and w-was late.” James finally got the explanation out, despite the growing need to stop talking and start barking and whimpering instead.

“What a bad pup. Moony I think you were right,” Sirius smirked, placing his silky hands lightly onto James’s shoulder, tracing all the way down from his back to his now bare ass. “We need to punish our bitch.”

[kkami-writes]

hey guys!! long time no talk......here's a little life update!

so as you remember I got a job at the beginning of novemeber! while kinda stressful and hectic I really enjoyed working with the dogs and was happy even if i didn't have as much time for other things. December took a bit of a rough turn with seasonal depression and just feeling no motivation for really much of anything. For context for years I've never really had amazing birthdays, I've been disappointed, upset or just alone on my birthdays and I've long lost the excitement of my birthday. This year, I took a trip to Orange County/LA to visit family. We had planned on doing an escape room (something I've only done once but enjoyed but with my anxiety the thought of being locked in a room freaks me out). my cousins bf however booked a saw themed room. for those of you who don't know. I hate horror. ok, I digress. sometimes I can watch horror. but i mostly more enjoy horror video games but even then I do NOT play them for the most part. And if I do I usually have to take a break bc my anxiety spikes. In years I have gotten better at dealing with it, but in general horror movies specifically trigger me pretty badly. And prior to this, my anxiety had been out of control, constant anxiety and panic attacks that I didn't think I was even going to make it on my trip. So needless to say I was upset. Because I was looking forward to doing an escape room, I enjoy puzzles and thinking but that being said I would never ever do a horror themed escape room. I felt bad because I couldn't do it and they had already paid and it was about an hour before we had to leave. (thank god I asked what the theme of the room was before we got there). anyway, with all my emotions that I had been piling up in me, I just had a bad breakdown and cried. They all ended up going bc again, didn't want to waste money and I just wanted to be alone at that point anyway. Regardless, I still had a good time on the trip, "minor" bump aside. We went to little tokyo and I got to go to designer con for a bit. ALSO I love my cousins bf, he's a really nice guy. He did not know I don't do horror so it's not his fault. In his defense it was more supposed to be horror comedy / parody but I was already very highly anxious that even that would freak me out.

With my job, the original owners of the daycare had sold it, due to personal circumstances so we were getting a whole new owner. Except that a lot of us did not agree with things they were going to be adding or the way they interacted with the dogs. They have "nap time" which is literally just them crating all the dogs for almost 2 whole hours. Not all the dogs are crate trained and needless to say, did not enjoy it. When we tried it a few times it was just non stop barking for 2 hours. It was heartbreaking and sad. Literally everyone but two people have quit and decided they would not be working with these new people who clearly don't really care about the dogs. It's all about how to make the most money. The new owners don't even HAVE a dog. It's kinda crazy. So that being said...I have also decided to leave as I just don't feel comfortable there anymore. Which is heartbreaking because even though it's been two months, I've really bonded with these dogs and love them and it feels like I've left them to fend for themselves :/ anyway, I don't want to keep rambling on and on. but basically! i'm on the hunt for a new job and still struggling a bit with motivation and my mood, but i'm still hoping to return back to writing in january. I miss you guys a lot and have missed writing. I'm gonna answer all my asks soon. Thanks <3

[confessions-of-a-monster-freak]

Dogs really are man’s best Wingman - Minho TMR

Prompt: Out walking their dog who chases your dog. WC: 3640

Synopsis: You work from home at a service desk that does data entry and take night classes from the local college for your chosen degree. You go on regular walks with your dog Lark, and just so happen to run into a certain someone.

Another prompt fill, I am quite happy with this one, even though it is rather short. This is a Non-Apocalypse Minho from The Maze Runner. If you have any questions on how I see the Gladers in today's society, put them in my ask box! I will answer the best I can.

Notes, Reblogs, and comments are appreciated! (I'd love to hear feedback or even silly little comments from you!)

Warnings: Swearing? (I don't know if the words I used count as swearing.)

I was finally on my lunch break, my legs were starting to cramp from the lack of movement, but it was better than constantly moving around a warehouse or otherwise. That meant it was time for a walk with Lark. Who had been patiently waiting on the couch for me this entire time. I stood up and walked to the door to grab her leash. When she heard the jingle of her leash she jumped off the couch and happily pranced over to me. She was happily prancing around and partially on my feet when I had a good hold on her harness. Her long tail thumped into my legs as I straddled her to get her harness on.

“C’mon Lark, just stand still a bit longer yeah?” I grumbled softly, having a struggle to try and get her harness on. She was normally very compliant when I had to put her harness on. Today it seemed she just wanted to get out. I couldn’t blame her, I’d been so busy I couldn’t even toss the tennis ball around for her during calls. I felt bad about it, but I knew I could make up for it when we got back and I got back to work, and when my classes started. I could play tug of war whilst listening to the lectures, or even give her a busy bowl for some enrichment.

Once her harness was attached properly, I toed on my shoes. Thank goodness for running slip-ons. I grabbed my keys, and my doggy bag, and slid on my headphones. It was time for some music and a change of scenery. Maybe even to stop at the cafe a few blocks down. At that thought I decided to duck back and grab my wallet. Tucking it into the doggy bag for safekeeping. I hooked her leash and opened the door. She knew better than to tug, but there were times that she had gone AWOL. I was doing my best to correct it when it happened, such as when she went AWOL after a squirrel. But just to be safe, I gave her the harness.

I turned on my headphones as we got into the elevator, scrolling through a playlist before deciding to shuffle it and hope I got some good songs. The elevator dinged and we left. Setting off from the building at a brisk pace. Lark stayed in front of me and kept an easy pace. Her tail wagged happily as we walked, starting to almost prance again as I picked up my walking speed. If I wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t be able to handle two dogs I’d get another one to keep her company. She’s old enough that I’m not concerned about littermate syndrome.

My lunch break was typically an hour to hour and a half long so we had time. I remember when people told me not to get a Dalmatian because I lived in an apartment. All these worries about it being aggressive, barking excessively, or even not getting enough exercise. Here I was proving them wrong, getting Lark was the best decision I could have made. She kept me just as entertained as I kept her, as well as active. Now that I had her, I had a reason to get up and get out of bed in the morning, and go for walks. Hike even. Not that I had very many opportunities to do so.

I made up my mind to stop at the cafe so I could eat on the way back. I could even get a biscuit for her too. I was lucky that it was a pet-friendly cafe, and that they made stuff for dogs there too. As we continued our walk we passed some other dog walkers, most of which I knew were for people who had jobs that took them out of the house for work. I smiled as I passed, and continued along. Lark even stopped a few times to say hi to the dogs. I was proud of the work that I’d put into her, she still had a long way to go and was still young so we had time. I wanted to work on off-leash recall. That way when I did go hiking or camping I could call her back if needed.

I could finally see the cafe, we had a bit to go still, but at least it was in sight. It also didn’t look too crowded, which meant I didn't have to hold onto Lark’s harness to make sure that she stayed where she was supposed to. Even with her having a fairly good heel down, she still had issues in crowded places with other dogs. Especially since she just wanted to play with all of them.

With some more pep in my step, I continued along, Lark was wagging her tail as we got closer. She could probably smell the other dogs that had been there and wanted to sniff around when we got there. I took this small gap of time to look down at my phone and check the time. That and to skip the song I was listening to, it didn’t quite fit my mood at the moment.

In the split second from skipping the song to the next. I heard a name being called. I turned to see where it was coming from only to have something rocket into my legs. I stumbled, pulling Lark back as I did before looking down and spotting this bright red dog wagging at my feet and greeting Lark. There was a leash attached to a black harness on the dog, but that didn’t seem to be attached to a human.

“Well hello you…” I said, pulling off my headphones and crouching down to greet the dog. “You got away from your human didn’t you?” I cooed softly, letting the dog sniff my hand before petting its head. It was very soft, softer than most dogs that had this long of fur. I reached around for a collar or tags and managed to find one. Printed on a simple tag was the name Cinder.

“Cinder! Goddamnit” I turned and saw a man jogging across the street to me and the dog. He was well built and also seemed pretty athletic from the clothes he was wearing. He crossed the street and then whistled, Cinder looked between me and the man before running back to him and sitting at a heel at his side.

“I'm so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and she yanked the leash out of my hands” He apologized, reaching down to pick up her leash as she stared at him. Once he had the leash in his hands he wrapped it around his wrist a bit more firmly. “That's a nice Dalmatian,” He said looking at Lark, before looking at me.

“She’s friendly, you’ve got a pretty dog yourself” I answered, as he crouched down to greet Lark, who seemed more than content to let him pet her so long as she could get closer to Cinder. She tugged a bit before I corrected her and she rounded back to me. Not in a heel, but closer to my legs to where she wouldn’t be tugging at her leash.

“She seems really well trained” I pointed out, since she hadn’t broken her heel even with Lark trying to play with her. I was curious if he’d teach me how to do that with Lark, or even point me in the direction of the person who taught his dog that.

“Thank you, she is. She has to be for the amount of hikes we go on. I guess she just couldn’t contain herself this time” He shrugged, looking down at her before patting her head. Making her tail start to thump on the concrete behind him.

“I’m Minho,” He said, sticking out his hand for me to shake. I took it and introduced myself. Before looking down at Lark who was wagging her tail enthusiastically whilst looking at Cinder, she didn’t tug to try and get closer and play.

“Well Minho, do you think you can teach me how to get that good of a heel?” I asked, “I’ll buy if you’d like to stop at the cafe” I offered, deciding maybe the promise of food or a drink might help ease any tension.

“Sounds good to me” He agreed, clicking his tongue and Cinder stood up and watched her owner very dutifully. “It took me some time to get her this good, but I think I can get…” He trailed off, having not been told my own dog’s name.

“Lark” I answered, starting to walk, this time slower as Lark drifted over to the side Cinder was on to walk next to her. I was hoping this could turn into a good friendship, even if it was just based on him helping me with training my dog.

“Lark. I think I can get her close” He said with a grin, leading me to smile as well. Minho seemed very charming and personable. Someone I could get along with. Which I did as we continued to talk whilst walking to the cafe. I was keeping a rather dutiful eye on the time since it was a fifteen-minute walk back to my apartment from the Cafe.

“So what do you do?” I asked, looking over at the man who was keeping an even pace with me. I would assume he was some sort of fitness coach with how he looked. He wasn’t buff per se, just well-built and in shape. Maybe he was an athlete at the nearby college. I wasn’t quite sure.

“Work at a sports store” He answered, “Not ideal, but it gets me discounts on the stuff that she wrecked as a puppy” He added, looking down at Cinder who was staring right back up at him. Unaware that he was talking negatively about her she started wagging her tail furiously.

“I’m also in school to get my bachelor's, last year and then I can get that cartography degree,” He said with a huff, “I’m glad it's almost over, I’m getting tired of the traffic on campus” He tacked on at the end. Figuring my question could be interpreted both ways.

“Sounds annoying, the last time I was over in that area I was stuck at a traffic light for like fifteen minutes” I agreed, it's been ages since I was over at the college. Normally Rush Week would be the busiest time, but apparently this year they had a surge of freshmen compared to previous years.

“I can’t wait to graduate and be able to camp for like two weeks and then go do my job” He sighed wistfully, I wasn’t sure how cartography worked but I assumed it could be a pretty lonely job. Maybe that’s why he got Cinder, to keep him company whilst he worked.

Once we got to the cafe and had our stuff ordered and bought for. Minho insisted on sitting outside so that way there’d be fewer distractions for Lark whilst training. Which was smart, I didn’t think about the fact it might not be the dogs in the cafe causing the issue. It could be the noise in the Cafe.

“To keep her focus on you” He started, having taken Lark’s leash from me whilst I held onto Cinder’s for him. “You need to have something she wants, that way she learns it positively,” He said, digging into his own pouch and pulling out a dog biscuit. Lark’s eyes suddenly locked onto his hand. Her tail started to wag and she almost looked ready to jump him for it.

I laughed softly at her reaction. “I barely give her treats for training, mostly I give her kibble so she eats her food” I explained. Having felt that would be better since she had alternating food schedules. She got raw food three times a week, and kibble four times a week.

Minho hummed and nodded. Before he continued to explain how to get her to heel like how Cinder had. Whilst he talked I pet Cinder, who’d laid her head in my lap. Growing tired over her owner talking.

It was weird seeing Lark be so receptive to a new person. She wasn’t stranger aggressive, but she was wary of strangers. Seeing her being so comfortable as to jump on him to try and get the treat was a new thing. That and she rarely jumped because she was strong enough to knock me over. Cinder was different, she seemed so open to everyone and everything. Including me, since she was half asleep in my lap whilst Minho walked and talked me through the heel process.

Eventually, we swapped places, with me taking Lark’s leash and going through the process a few times to hopefully get it down. Once that was done, we sat down to eat, talking more in the process. Minho seemed like a pretty good guy. One with a lot of ambition and some crazy friends it seemed. “I told him not to get in the car, 'cause it was Dingus driving” He continued, Dingus was Thomas. Or at least what Minho called him frequently. “But he got in the car, and I watched them spin on the ice as soon as he left the parking lot. I seriously question how some of them even got into their majors” He finished, grinning as he watched me laugh at the horrible story.

“That is ridiculous.” I shook my head, his friends sounded interesting. I was bad with names, so I’d probably have to be reminded. But I didn’t think I would forget Thomas any time soon and his horrible driving skills. “How many tickets has he gotten?” I asked, reaching down to pet Lark as she was pawing at my leg for attention.

“None so far, stupidly lucky bastard” He answered, shaking his head. “I keep telling him that he’s going to get ticketed one of these days. But apparently, the cops don’t even try” He huffed, crossing his arms. “He’s going twenty over and doesn’t get pulled over. I go five over, and I get pulled over” He pouted, apparently still sour over the whole ordeal.

I couldn’t help but laugh, seeing someone like him pout was oddly adorable and funny at the same time. When I started to laugh his pout went away and turned into a smile. For how we met, we turned out to be pretty compatible. That and our dogs were compatible which was a rare scenario for me.

“Well this was wonderful, and I will put all of that into practice. But I have to get back so I don’t miss my check-in for work” I said eventually, holding onto my to-go cup of the drink I typically got wherever I went.  “But maybe we should meet up again, since both of them dragged us together,” I added, smiling at him. He looked down at Cinder who did nothing but wag her tail at him. She then looked at Lark and me and continued wagging her tail.

“I think that’s a good idea, how does tomorrow evening sound at the dog park?” He asked, looking back up at me with a smile. I assumed it was due to him working, but it worked out perfectly since I didn’t have a lecture that evening.

“Sounds good to me.” I agreed, before pulling out my phone and offering it to him to input his number. “That way if either of us needs to cancel” I added, watching as he took my phone and inputted his number. Before sending himself a text with my phone and handing it back.

“See you tomorrow evening” He called, watching me walk back down the street with Lark.

I echoed his parting words, waving at him before turning around and picking my speed up again to get home in time for the clock-in. He seemed nice, and so did Cinder. Maybe regular Pup-play dates would be in order. I’d have to ask about that tomorrow, but for now, I had to get home and find a proper meal to eat in between calls.

I had decided to drive to the dog park, that way when Lark had exhausted herself I didn’t have to do much with her except load her into the car. I pulled up and unloaded her, locking my car before heading into the park. Lark was prancing about as we did, she always loved getting so much open space to run around. I didn’t like to bring her in the afternoons, as that’s when I found most of the Puppies that needed “Socializing” were out.

That led to some disasters that I’ve had to break up before. I didn’t understand how people could be ignorant about what socializing was. In fact, they were just traumatizing their poor dog by putting them in a park with other dogs. Not to mention the new wave of people not vaccinating their dogs for simple things.

I heard another car pull up and turned to see Minho getting out of his car with Cinder. Who pranced over to the gate and pawed at it. I laughed at her behavior, Minho didn’t seem concerned with her running off. I opened it for her and let her run around with Lark once they entered. I figured they wouldn’t need much, so I brought a few tennis balls just in case. I even had that old frisbee in my trunk still. But with the way they were sprinting around the park, it didn’t seem like they needed any additional toys.

“I don’t think they need the toys I brought” He laughed, joining me in the park. He was now in jeans and a plain polo shirt. He didn’t look like he’d just gotten off of work, so I assumed his shift was earlier in the morning. “I do not believe so” I agreed, “I think they are gonna tire each other out” I added, walking over to one of the benches and sitting down. Lark quickly sped past me with Cinder chasing her. 

“How is the heel going?” He asked, joining me on the bench. Looking over at me. I had texted him at some point yesterday because Lark was struggling again and he offered some pointers.

“Okay ish” I laughed, “It's kinda difficult to practice in my apartment with it. But I made some progress in” I admitted, which was true. She mostly wanted to play instead of practice, and I couldn’t blame her. I was trying to practice whilst listening to my lecture. Which made my focus off, as well as hers.

“So long as you keep consistency you should be fine” He assured, looking over at me before looking at Lark. “So if you live in an apartment, why’d you get her?” He asked, “Now don’t think I’m one of those, “Don’t get a dog if you live in an apartment” People, I live in an apartment with her.” He corrected quickly, gesturing to Cinder who was belly up and roughhousing with Lark.

“I got lonely, and while I do like cats, I needed to get out more” I explained, “I work a customer support and data entry job from home. Plus I take online night classes. So I truly never leave home much” I watched Lark as she jumped over Cinder and then off they went chasing each other. It brought a smile to my face seeing her this happy.

“We should make this a regular thing” I offered up, “Gets both of us out, and gives them freedom to run around” I grinned as Lark came running up to me and slammed into my legs before whirling around and taking off again. I laughed off the pain in my shins from her impact and watched them sprinting around the totally empty park. Barely anyone went to this park in the evening. Making it perfect for training and for Lark to get her energy out completely.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” Minho agreed. Before he turned to look at me. “How would you like to go camping?” He offered and I turned to look at him, my mouth opening slightly before I smiled. That was forward and out of the blue, but not totally unwelcome. We got along really well, and so did our dogs. It was only reasonable to ask something like that. 

“Are you asking me on a date?” I inquired, watching him grin back at me. He started to chuckle a bit before glancing at the dogs to make sure they were doing fine and not getting into any major trouble.

“Absolutely” He replied and I laughed. Nodding my head agreeing. Minho was charming, and I definitely wanted to get to know him better than I already knew now. So I assumed he wanted the same with me. We’d have to figure out our schedules for camping, but I’m sure it’d be fun.

“So long as you can keep Lark in check, then yes” I answered, turning to look at the dogs, who knew that it would be dogs that are man’s best wingman. Lark came running back to me and was panting, slobbering all over the ground. “Are you having fun darling?” I cooed, grabbing her face and squishing it playfully as she mouthed at me. I laughed and played with her until Cinder came and stole her away again.

“I think I can handle her, it’s you I’m worried about” Minho teased lightly, making me shove him with my shoulder pouting playfully until we both just started laughing. Maybe this date would be a good thing for both of us.

Well hello! You've made it to the end of this fic. I've got a question for you if you'd like to share your answer. What's your favorite dog breed? I personally love Beaucerons. *Cinder is an Irish Setter, and yes, I went down a dog breed rabbit hole to find a dog that Minho would get along with.

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Lust Made Of Thorns (Celegorm x Luthien)

A/N: Don't mind this, it's just a reupload from my old writing account that I deleted.

Warnings: Biting, choking, non-consensual touching, dead dove (Check ao3 for full list of tags)

Words: 1,698

Summary: Trapped in Nargothrond, Luthien finds herself stuck in the company of the most beguiling and disagreeable son of Fëanor, and the fair prince is so enamored by her outward disdain that he takes matters into his own hands to show her what a real man's devotion would be like.

The dog paddled along the outer archways, and Luthien followed him curiously. The day was grey, yet she itched to see anything outside of the stuffiness that permeated the enclosed dwelling where she was forced to remain. The dog now led her through a secret path, marked with small embedded stones and gems jutting out of wet grass. He came to a stop at the very opening of the cave.

She walked out hesitantly through the carved stone, to a garden with a large willow tree at its center. Huan bolted forward now and she sprinted to keep up with him. The lone figure that rested against the tree bark perked up at the sudden noise. The dog came to him swiftly, giving a loud bark once he knelt down and padded its shaggy head. 

Luthien stiffened, her eyes trailing up a pair of leather boots all the way to the startling grey eyes that looked out at her. His long hair was loose over his face, and his head tilted curiously as she came to a halt a couple of paces away.  

"Huan likes you," The prince grumbled. 

Her lips tightened to a thin line, and she stood straight now, her chin held up. 

"That he does." She said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Though I see he is quite treacherous. I did not expect to find your company here." 

Celegorm clicked his tongue.

"It was expressed that you were not to leave your rooms unacquainted. Huan here did exactly what I bade him do should you disobey orders." 

Luthien swallowed and averted her eyes, pacing around him to walk toward the opposite end of the garden. He followed her but did not chastise her for turning her back. He simply waited for her reply in a close observant silence. 

His gaze was heavy, as all those of the Noldor seemed to her, strewn with a light foreign yet comforting to her spirit. 

Finally, when she had enough of him standing over her, she sighed and turned to face him.

"I simply wanted to get some fresh air. I do not desire to be your prisoner."

"I understand that, really, I do."

His eyes narrowed and something upon her face seemed to give him pause. Or perhaps, for a long moment, he permitted himself to indulge in her presence, to study the princess they proudly proclaimed as the fairest in all of Arda.

She caught his hand twitch at his sides before he reached up to tuck a stray hair behind her pointed ear. 

"Perhaps if you'd have thought through your hasty escape you would have–

"Do not touch me."

She flinched, and her back hit the wall. A sharp inward hiss jolted out from her parted lips, and as she stepped away, his hand remained suspended in the air. 

Celegorm smiled keenly at her, eyes darkening perceptively. "Hmmm…" 

He took a step closer. 

"You are in no position to be imprudent, princess." He said, his voice low, cunningly sharp."There are many things you desire, many things I could give to you freely." 

She felt the creeping vine dig into her back, threatening to rip the delicate fabric of her dress should she move too much. 

He crowded into her, letting his fingers trace the edge of her arm before his large hand came to settle at the base of her throat. Her chin lifted and she let out a shaky breath. 

"Yet you will not," She hissed. "You keep me here, locked away in this cavernous kingdom." 

"I desire nothing but to keep you safe."

"Is that what this is about?" She asked, sharper this time. "You've spoken to my father.” 

He chuckled deeply, the sound reverberating against her hand, which was now pressed firmly to his tunic, pushing against him as he drew closer despite her outward protest.

"Of course I have," He said. "He is grateful you are safe. It was thoughtless and foolish to do what you did." 

"The love I fight for is not foolish." 

The smile fell from his face and his jaw hardened visibly. 

"You do not love that man, Luthien." 

For a moment, she thought he would lash out, and that she would suffer the same fate as all those other elves who dared to stand against the fëanorians and their pride. But Luthien did not care whether she gave him insult. She was truthful in her words and he saw it, too. He hated it. 

Celegorm had not ever thought any would be worthy of wearing those fine jewels his father had carved, not even his own mother. But Luthien Tinuviel, in her full anger, roused a snarl from deep in his chest, and he decided then that if there were any who could wear it, it would be her. And, in the end, she would be his. He would keep her and covet her better than any low man with hardly a weapon to his name.

"He has taken you into a spell, I can see it clearly. He's all but ensnared your innocence– 

"You have no idea what you're talking about." 

"Tell me, princess, have you ever been properly courted by a man?" He asked. "And not some plebeian–a noble of high blood worthy of your station…" He paused and let himself grin again. "An Eldar, perhaps." 

She glared and began to squirm. Her hand beat violently against his chest, but he was so old, he stilled and planted himself like a root beneath the grass, until he was as immovable as an ancient statue. 

"Let go of me, Celegorm!" 

He seized her wrists and forced her arms down. Her eyes widened but she waited, her body stiff and immovable. He reached up to cradle her face and before she could cry out, he crashed his lips against her own. 

Luthien did not permit herself to kiss back. She could scarcely move when he gripped her throat and pressed a hard thumb against her windpipe. His lust was fervent and needy, and as a low growl rumbled from his chest it seemed to cut deep into her skin. And she began to weep for her lost love, for the home she desired desperately to return to. 

His teeth bit down hard against her bottom lip as he pulled away, easing his hold over her throat, he rested his forehead against hers and bid her to remain still with the warning in his steely grey eyes. 

Luthien wondered how she had never felt such vivid hatred before, more alive than vibrant wheat fields at the coming of spring. No, this dreadful feeling was a sheet of snow over once fertile lands. A bitter winter that never seemed to end. And if they had not taken her daggers she would have plunged it gladly into his jugular without a second thought. 

"You're ready to destroy your family over a man with barely a name or house to call his own when you have so much better options here?” 

Her chin shot up, pressing against his tightening hand as she inched forward again, her teeth gritted in defiance. 

"Beren is more noble, more honorable than you will ever be." 

Much to her dread, he seemed to liven at her reproach, and inched his head down, pressing his head against hers. His lips whispered over her jaw, and she bit back a curse against him. 

"Is that right?" He whispered, tauntingly. 

He pushed her until her head slammed back against the stone. For a moment, her vision went dark, but not before her back arched unwittingly as he began to bite, and tease, and run his tongue languidly along the sensitive skin beneath her ear. 

"Celegorm, stop–

Her fingers sunk into his hair and she pulled as hard as she could when he reached her chest, and drew a soft moan from her lips when he teased her nipples through the thin fabric. 

"But you crave this, I can see it in you,” He chuckled deeply as he came back up, his eyes meeting hers with that merciless cold blood of a conquerer ready to take what he believes is rightfully his. 

A pool of tears slipped down her cheeks as he cradled her face again, his eyes hardened at her silence and stubbornness. 

“Look at me and tell me you don't feel it!" He demanded, almost pleading as he shook her. 

"My father was more than right to cast your people out.” She started, her voice choked and muddled by the lump that formed in her throat. “I loathe you and all of your kin. I would curse all the Nodoli, but it seems the Valar have all but scorned you already. I would not spare you any affection if you were the last person standing on this middle earth." 

He remained undeterred, and her words barely caused him to flinch. He only seemed to find her more endearing when she fought back. Her hatred was part of the hunt, and he would not cease to close in on her until she was a pretty thing at his side. If only she knew how her begging and moaning only stirred him up all the more. 

"Are you quite finished?" 

"You are a monster."

He chuckled and averted his eyes back to Huan, who seemed too distracted with the gardens and fresh air to notice them. 

"I will never love you." She swore. "No matter how long you keep me here." 

He licked his lips and with a click of his tongue, he released her, stepping back slowly with a new ease about him. She seemed to slump forward at the sudden loss of harsh touch but straightened herself quickly. 

“We'll see about that,” He mused, and his voice floated through the air like a song. 

Luthien hissed as Celegorm turned his back, and for the first time, she tasted her own blood upon her swollen lips. She gave a silent prayer to Eru that the fair prince and all his brothers would soon be cast into the fiery pits of Angband, and she thought, the world would be all the better for it if they were. 

[peachymilkandcream]

Kingdom of Ash and Greed|Part 6|King Levi x Evelyn

WARNINGS: noncon/dubcon, big age difference, kidnapping, slavery, violence, power imbalance, implied somnophilia, forced pregnancies, mind breaking, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, etc.

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Levi leaned back lazily after his escapade in the closet with the maid. It was just what he needed to think with a clear head before setting to work on strategies once more. He wanted to conquer the Northern Kingdom by the winter, since his soldiers wouldn't be able to withstand that severe cold. Frustration had made everything seem impossible, until he finally cleared himself of that stress by using a warm body.

"Your Majesty." The guard kneeled down in front of him.

"What is it. What could you possibly have that would justify interrupting me at this time?"

"A thousand pardons Great One, you see, I saw one of your maids leave the castle gate. When I questioned her she claimed that you had sent her out to collect wild flowers to torment the captive princess."

Levi's eyebrow rose. "Torment? I didn't send for any such thing."

"She claimed it was to give the ex-princess a taste of the outside life before ripping it away, forgive me sire, it seemed like something you would think of."

His temper rose with each word. "I could behead you for such stupid actions. Tie you up like the pig you are and roast you."

The guard bows his head lower, trying to seem even more reverent.

"But." He pauses and sits back down. "I'm a merciful king and will let you go. This once. Where is this maid you speak of."

"I left her at the front gate Your Highness, she promised she stay put until I checked with you."

Now it rose more. "Idiot! That's exactly what she wanted! To leave her unattended and escape!" He takes a deep breath to keep himself from going off the deep end. "Summon my guards. Tell them to comb the surrounding area, and get my horse." He starts for the stairs.

"Where are you going sire?"

"To check on a royal cunt."

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Evelyn had started to run since she got through the tree line. Barreling through the forest at top speed to try and escape.

No doubt Levi had discovered her missing by now, sending all of his thugs after her. She had to cover a lot of ground very quickly, if she even had a chance at making it home.

Her quaint little kingdom seemed so far away now, burned down and hollow without the life in it. She would come back, give her father and mother their spark back and teach them how to rally the kingdom and defeat their enemy once and for all. She had seen inside his lair, she knew enough that together they could rise above this tyranny.

They would all be free!

She kept running until she was too exhausted to anymore, sleeping in a hollow burrow for the night, praying that no one would find her.

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It had been two days since Levi had left on his hunt for Evelyn, she would almost be back in her kingdom by now.

While in theory that wasn't the end of the world, there could be a secret passage to another kingdom he hadn't conquered yet hidden in the walls of that crumbling tomb of a civilization.

The dogs searched non-stop for their master's mistress, picking up her trail stronger one moment and weaker the next. The pace was infuriating, but if he wanted to track her right he needed to have patience for once.

It was no different from his own conquests, playing the waiting game to let his prey slip up. This would be no different.

And then the dogs started barking.

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Just as the towers of her home were insight Evelyn heard the dogs far behind her. The horses hooves hitting the forest floors with great big thuds.

They had found her.

For faster travel Evelyn made the split decision to break from the tree line, bolting towards the ever closing in walls surrounding her home. She could take the servants door in, taking her in the belly of the castle while Levi searched, keeping her hidden until they left so she could be safe.

"Stay right where you are!" The crude and nasty voice of a soldier rang out behind her, and furious hooves pounded ever closer.

Pure adrenaline kept her going, her feet pounding on the grassy hills and onto the stone as she leapt over the crumbled section of wall and disappearing in the stone of her home.

"Search the grounds! Don't let that bitch escape!" Levi's voice was angry and ruthless. Armored feet clanked around the stone, before she heard the great wooden doors of her father's house open.

Distracted while guarding their king, Evelyn took the chance to sneak out of her hiding spot and bolt towards the servant's door, climbing quietly up the wooden stairs until she was above her father's Great Hall.

She climbed the rafters until she could see down into the room, the ceiling long since crumbled away with the battering it had taken.

Levi stood before her father, just as proud as before, bit with a touch more anger.

"So. I mercifully give you your pathetic lives and you steal from me."

To Evelyn's surprise, her father drops to his knees before Levi. "I never would steal from our merciful ruler oh Great One. Your servant wouldn't dare throw you generosity away. Please, tell me what I have done to displease you so that I may atone for my actions!"

Levi scoffs. "Your brat of a daughter escaped two days past. My soldiers and I saw her making a line for this castle. Now I'll only ask once. Where is she?"

"I don't know, honest and true oh Levi the Magnificent! We had no idea my daughter would attempt to spit in your face. Please I beg you to believe me!"

Levi pauses a long moment. "At least you're consistent. Very well. I'll take your word. However, I assume you wouldn't mind if my men inspect every inch of this dump then?"

"But of course my lord, please. You must be weary, sit, only allow me to inform my servants to let you roam freely so they won't give you any trouble, and unlock any doors."

Levi sits in the offered throne. "As you wish. But if my men even see a hint of rebellion, I'll take your whore wife and tie her up in my streets."

Evelyn's father nods profusely and hurries away.

Evelyn stares down at the man who has been holding her captive, his strength, pride, and commanding presence. She should like to see him brought low, brought to the point her father is now.

She had to find her father, and tell him he didn't have to be a slave any longer.

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Sweat | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

anonymous asked: Now to the actual request: Could I please ask for the following prompts for Alfie Solomons X non-binary!reader or male!reader: "You're a fucking asshole" + "Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know"+"Hey, hey, look at me, c'mon" And if it's not too much, can our favorite Missus Solomons and baby Cyril somehow be incorporated in? Like maybe Alfie gets jealous that Cyril is hogging all of readers attention so he starts mopping around (I don't know, just spit balling). Thank you, again! 🐍anon

summary: Alfie isn't happy when his boyfriend's attention is elsewhere.

tws: jealousy, swearing, suggestive near the end 👀

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It was Alfie's idea to spend the weekend with his mother at her home that he had bought for her when he started earning serious money with his business; she welcomed you both with open arms, and told you all about the friends she had made in the village and how thankful she was that there was a Synagogue nearby.

But while Alfie helped her to cook the evening meals, he did notice something; you kept abandoning him. He had insisted on bringing the dog, Cyril, the big brown bullmastiff that he had raised since it was a pup.

But he wasn't expecting the loyal hound to take his boyfriend's attention; for seemingly hours, Cyril had you out in the garden throwing a stick back and forth. Wagging his tail and excitedly barking when you raised it above your head to throw it.

When she noticed her son's sour mood, though, Missus Solomons laughed as she shook her head. "Don't look so sour, you'll make the milk turn bad."

Alfie huffed. "He's been out there all day throwing the stick for the dog - he ain't even fuckin' noticed me."

She grinned, gently patting his cheek. "And have you tried to talk to him all day? Or have you been moping in my kitchen?"

"But, Mum-"

"Answer me."

"Been mopin', ain't I?" He huffed, wiping his hands off on a towel when she nodded knowingly. "I thought you needed a hand."

Missus Solomons laughed. "I fed you enough times on my own when you were small… go talk to him."

Alfie nodded, not wanting to disobey his mother as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way out to the garden; he paused for a moment, watching you run up and down the grass with the dog. Laughing and smiling.

Alfie smiled to himself for a moment; man's best friend indeed. Cyril had always been protective of you, and seemed to know when the shellshock was getting to you; he always slept with his head on your chest before it happened, and would whimper and nudge you until you came back to the present day.

Alfie was glad of it, really; it let him stay at ease when he left the house for the day, knowing that you had Cyril to help calm you down and keep your mind in the modern world. It was like being around the dog was therapeutic for you.

Man's best friend indeed.

But you stopped when you saw Alfie standing there, grinning as you wiped sweat from your forehead, exposing your stomach for a second; Alfie didn't hesitate to take a look at the exposed skin, his gaze travelling to the sweat stains on your shirt that made the material cling and hug to your body.

He swallowed thickly.

"You done?"

You shrugged. "He wants to play, Alf. Been running around like a headless chicken and chucking a stick for fuck knows how long."

He shook his head. "You got any time for me?"

You quirked a brow as you tilted your head to the side, the sunlight hitting your neck just right and illuminating how the skin glistened with sweat. "What'd you mean?"

Alfie sat on the nearest step, and used two fingers to silently call you over; you did as he said, sitting on his lap as you put your hands on his shoulders. "You've been out here all day, ain't said one fuckin' word to me."

"Oh, Alfie," you chuckled, shaking your head. "Jealousy is a good look on you, y'know."

"You're a fuckin' asshole," he grumbled, watching as you retracted your hands, slowly unbuttoning your shirt. "Oi, don't be a tease."

You leaned forward, your lips next to his ear as you smiled. "Y'know, I'm all sweaty - I think I ought to change."

Alfie clenched his jaw. "I just fuckin' said, don't be a tease."

"Hey, hey, look at me, c'mon," you tilted his head up so that he was forced to look into your eyes. "Tell Cyril to get inside, and meet me in the shed, yeah?"

Alfie nodded, waiting for you to wander down to the shed before he ushered the dog inside. "Ma! We gotta deal with somethin', we won't be long but don't fuckin' go down to the shed!"

His mother didn't bat an eye, locking the door when Alfie slammed it shut. She knew what men got up to in sheds, she wasn't an idiot; besides, since coming home from the war, you and Alfie needed time to just be together. She gave the dog a pat on the head, and let him sit beside her as she carried on cooking.

Alfie didn't waste time, though, rushing down to the shed and slamming the door behind him, quickly pinning you against it and letting his hands fumble with your belt as you hungrily kissed him; he eagerly swallowed the soft gasps from the back of your throat, and when he pulled away, he couldn't help but to laugh softly.

"Fuck. I love you."

You hummed, reaching for his wrist. "Alfie… shit, all I've thought about all day is getting a minute alone with you."

"You got me," he whispered. "You fuckin' well have me. Just tell me what you want."

"Alf…" you guided his wrist down to your undone belt. "Please."

"You need to say it," he growled. "C'mon, sunshine, let me hear you say it."

He couldn't stop himself, looking you up and down, looking at every inch of exposed skin and how it dripped with sweat; he was hot under the collar, and needed you to hurry up and tell him what you wanted.

The sight of you soaked with sweat always had that effect on him, and the worst was when you were helping him with business; he knew other men looked, and that you showed off by taking your shirt off. Wearing just gloves, your trousers and boots. A cap if it was particularly sunny.

Fuck.

It made his head spin to even think about it.

"Alfie?" You hummed. "Did you hear me?"

"No," he breathed out. "Say it again for me."

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wait hold on… can u elaborate about the australian slavery situation??? what did it inspire u to write??

Hah, sure! You'll find a lot of it answered in this previous ask!

Basically in Australia if you want a second year on your working holiday visa, you have to do work in some countryside postcodes. The laws have changed around it, but back then (2014?) it was basically a hellscape of modern slavery. There's a horror film about that sort of job actually! Very funny--may not watch lol

I went to a lady who lived in Grafton and who was certified batshit. It was very very bad. I worked without equipment, sometimes ankle deep in mud, in the rain, feeding horses in my bikini because that way I could hose myself down.

I had to carry and lift bags of feed, 25 or 50kg... And make feed at night, boiling it. The room we kept the feed in was a container, and from the moment the sun set, the walls would come alive. tapestry of dancing roaches.

That's me ^ and the feed 'shed'.

The horses, of course, were great and always good company...

(that's not me but a fellow slave).

The worst though was not the insects crawling in, the black widows by the dozen, the flying roaches in my face or me having to sic the dogs on nesting mice... It was the barking.

One of the bitches had pups and was underfed. The neighbour threatened to kill her if she didn't stop killing his chickens. So instead of feeding her better, they turned the cage like space I'm in on that first pic, into an improvised kennel for SEVEN dogs. The puppies? Kept alone across the yard.

That bitch barked all night, non stop. It drove me to madness. It drove me to dark, dark places. I considered killing her myself. It was so bad, I eventually wrote a short story where Obi-Wan Kenobi breaks on Kadavo due to sleep deprivation! Then it turned into my first finished long-ish fic fix it, I'm very proud of it lol

He's lifting rocks, pushing carts, choking on his daily portion of mouldy bread, staring into the middle distance. He keeps his thoughts far from the things and people he loves, afraid that handling such precious memories might sully them, taint them with the same revolting grime that mats his hair and cakes under his nails. He feels his soul unravelling. The once thick and vibrant weave of his personality a moth-eaten rag, fraying under his touch. The person he was... The calm, collected man, sometimes to a fault... Sometimes a little too cold and obedient... Where has he gone? Like a shade into darkness, swallowed by something greater than himself.

Anyway, in the middle of that madness I started writing a 'novel' that was very much a vampire romance in which it's not *quite* vampires akchually... But then it evolved into an idea I really cherish, and wish I had the writing chops to work on soon.

So yeah anyway, I was mega broke as in '100$ and nothing else', was not paid, forced to work daily, even wash the family's stuff every day and roll the towels like in a 5 star hotel. I had no car and no money to get a way out.

The crazy horse lady kicked me out with no warning though, and I was rescued by lovely (and deeply racist) people. Before making my way to another horse person, a guy this time, who gave me a camping stove and a mattress in the room at the end of his stables.

I mucked shit every day while listening to Benedict Cumberbatch's reading of Kafka's Metamorphosis. There's a joke somewhere in there.

Here I am, over my pile of shit :

This is an era of my life where I had no money and no internet banking, and had to ask the cashier to 'please try again' after taking a can out of the shoping, and another can, and another...

I also, tragically, read The Collector, by John Fowles. That book left me so physically distressed, I was sick to my fucking stomach. I picked up the Exorcist to try and wash my palate! But finally I searched for fellow writers online, feeling my sanity was slowly unraveling...

And I found a forum of fantasy and scifi writers who ran a small monthly short story competition! I wrote my first in one day, while mucking stables... Sat at my diner of frozen potatoes and slammed my first 1.5k words short story ever. It featured an immortal gunslinger in a post apocalyptic wasteland. Strong beginings.

You can read most of those short stories here.

I participated almost religiously to this, for years. By the time I entered fanfic-world, I had almost 7 years of this under my belt.

I'm definitely sure it rescued my sanity.