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bonny-kookoo · 1 year ago

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Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 🍒

Sometimes love doesn't make sense.

Tags/Warnings: Tattoo artist/Piercer Jungkook, Pastel!Reader, opposites attract, Strangers to lovers, Fluff, suggestive flirting, adult themes but no smut, consensual hand holding

Length: ~4k

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"Uhm-" you wonder, stepping inside the store to be greeted by the guy you know as Jimin.

"Hi, my friend has an appointment?" you say, and the artist stands up and walks closer. Your friend stays close to you, buzzing with the excitement of getting her first tattoo ever- too shy to say anything.

When it comes to that, you're a little ahead of her. As long as the person isn't intimidating, you're fine talking to them, asking for help or anything alike.

"Yeah, it was the dragon on her back, right?" and your friend nods. "I've got it all prepared already. Wanna come downstairs with me, I'll explain the rest of it there?" Jimin kindly says, taking her coat and leading her downstairs where you assume everyone works. "Oh, you can just wait in the back there, or stroll around town. It'll take a while." he says, and you nod, a bit unsure now after being left alone.

"Hm?" a voice chimes up, before he speaks again. "Oh, Thought I heard something." the guy comes into view, and suddenly you can't talk.

This is what you can't talk to.

Intimidating? Heavy boots and black clothes, silver chains and piercings and a fully inked sleeve including his hand present themselves to you, muscles free since he's only wearing a black sleeveless top that should be illegal for him to wear. His smile is the friendliest you've ever seen, reaching his eyes and his slightly wild hair just makes him look even better, sides buzzed down to mere millimeters left- you want to disappear from the earth and his memory forever.

Fuck. He's looking like every goth-girl's wet dream while you're dressed in a pastel colored dress and thick knee high socks to keep your feet warm in this cold weather. Great.

"You can sit here in the back with me, otherwise you'll catch a cold from all the cold air blowing in every time the door opens." he recommends, pointing to a couch in a corner that you assume is where they all spend their breaks. Awesome, he's a gentleman as well it seems, making it all even worse for you. "You want something to drink? I've got tea or coffee." he wonders, and you meekly press out a 'tea, please.', making him chuckle.

He probably thinks you're nothing more than a child, with the way you look so out of place.

You envy your friend in that department. She's got piercings, she knows cool friends, she has exciting stories to tell. Meanwhile you sit at home and knit sweaters and blankets, help out at the local animal shelter because you get to pet the cats and dogs all day, or work at the library where you aid tourists find the town's guide.

"Your friend was the tall girl, right?" he asks, coming in with two cups, one of which he sets down on front of you. "I'm Jungkook by the way." he introduces himself, smiling before he leans back in his seat. Of course he's interested in her, you think. She's exactly his type, though he looks quite a few years older than her.

Well- the least you can do is help her find a date.

"Ah, yeah, she's my friend. Best friend." you say, pulling the cup of tea closer. "Thank you, for the tea." you say politely, and he grins in front of you.

"No problem." he waves off.

"She's uh.. She works at a car-uh.. She does those paint jobs. Like, those complicated one's that look realistic and all that." you try and explain. "I.. Forgot what it's called though. But uhm.. You can ask her later maybe?" you say, and he shrugs, setting down his cup before he smirks impishly, tongue playing with his lip ring in a manner that you can only describe as illegal.

"I probably could do that-" he starts, before he tilts his head a little to the side, body leaning forward. "-but I'd rather get to know you a little more." he wonders, and you almost choke on your tea- but you're composing yourself. "Maybe I could start by asking if you've got a boyfriend?"

Well, so much for composing yourself.

Your wide eyes look at him scandalized, and he giggles at the sight of it. "I- uh, no, I mean no I don't have one, to be honest-" you laugh a bit nervously. "-guys don't.. I- most guys don't really look my way, you know. So I thought, you know, considering-" you motion up and down towards him, "-you'd be more interested in my friend." you ramble, and he just shakes his head, smiling.

"I mean, she seems nice- but, I don't know either." he shrugs. "Something about you- it's hard to explain."

You shift a little on the spot now, unsure what to do in a situation like this. Typically, you shut down guys quickly, scared of what's to come. But you also don't want to keep doing exactly that- not when you've got the chance of something right in front of you like that. For the first time, someone's actively interested in you. Someone who seems nice, that is.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable, by the way." Jungkook suddenly rips out of your thoughts. He leans back again, giving you space, and it makes you feel a little deflated. Did you blow it already? Oh god you screwed it over, didn't you?

"No, you're not, don't worry." you say, looking down. "I just.. I'm not used to this. I'm usually always the wingman instead- or.. Wing-woman?" you think, and he laughs.

"Hard to believe, but I'll take your word for it." he says, still friendly. "So, I'm wondering- any tattoos? Piercings?" he wonders, and you nod- instantly making his eyes sparkle in interest. "Oh- can I ask what it is, or do you want to let me find out later?" he says, and you instantly turn red, making him laugh. "Sorry, sorry- I'll stop, promise." he waves off. "..for now."

You laugh at his antics, unable to keep a straight face by now. "You seem like you know your way around with girls." you say without thinking, before you hurriedly correct yourself. "I-I mean I don't mean that your like, a fuckboy or something or- maybe you are that's fine too! I don't judge but- oh god.." you put your head in your hand. "You know what? I'll just wait here for her, I'm so sorry." you mumble more or less.

But much to your surprise, he simply laughs, head thrown back for a second before he grins at you, front teeth slightly protruding, giving him a bunny smile.

"You're so cute, I swear." he says, shaking his head. "I- is it okay if I ask for your number?" he wonders, and you look at him for a good moment, squinting your eyes as if you test to see if he's serious.

"I.. Sure..?" you say, pulling out your phone with all the different charms attached. He grins and shakes his head amused, though clearly excited as you type in your number into his phone before calling yourself to make sure it's correct.

"So!" he grins. "Since your friend is gonna still be out of order for a good four hours downstairs," Jungkook stands up to hold out his hand. "You up for some boba for our first date?" he asks, looking down at you even though you're standing as well by now.

And you nod, walking next to him through the slight October fog outside in town, his hand warming up yours.

You don't even realize how.. easy it feels, right away. His hand holding yours is not demanding, giving you the option to let go at any point, but you don't mind holding it. It's warm, comfortable, and it also makes you wonder if that's something he enjoys. Did he date a lot already? He certainly looks like he got the choice, girls probably falling for him fairly easily.

Well.. you're already trusting him too. How ironic.

"Just tell me which one you want, I'll go order." he says later, holding out a hand in case you lose balance as you clean off the rain from your boots as to not bring it all into the small store. "I'll pay too by the way, no but's!" he grins, while you look up at him with a pleading look.

"No, I'll give you the money back for mine." you say.

"But then it's not a date!" he argues back, a whine in his voice as if to mock the way you just spoke to him. "then it's just- two people getting a drink at the same time."

"what's so bad about that?" you laugh, crossing your arms without thinking- an action he playfully copies, pushing out his chest, fabric of his jacket stretching over his biceps.

"That it's not a date!" he says, before laughing as he relaxes, talking more quietly now with a lower, more serious tone. "Alright, in all seriousness though, I'd still like to pay even if there's no date." he tells you.

"I- no, a date is fine, it can be a date.." you say. "I just don't want to.. Come off as a leech for taking your money if you end up not liking me-" you ramble, and he smiles warmly, holding your shoulders before his warm palms touch your cheeks for a second.

"You're overthinking too much." he giggles, before letting go of you. "right now, I like you very much. And even if we don't end up working out, I'm not that kind of guy to go around and talk shit about people." he shrugs.

You sigh at that, before pointing towards an item on the menu. "..can you- I don't like that much ice in mine.?" you say, and he nods, before walking towards the worker to order.

He's oddly okay with you, you've noticed.

Normally, people and especially guys get frustrated easily due to the fact that you've got trouble deciding things, or that you don't like ordering, or that you quickly feel bad because your brain thinks the worst about every single word that's said to you. But he seems nice enough, doesn't come off as annoyed or anything. Despite his way of talking and his outer appearance, Jungkook feels nice to have around.

You wonder how a guy like him can be single.

Or maybe he isnt? Maybe he's into the BDSM scene, a swinger, or in an open relationship, and he just want to offer you a threesome? He looks like he might be into that stuff, like a dominant guy that enjoys taking control over his partner in the bedroom. Does he tie people up? You've seen stuff like that before, and it's not something you'd be opposed to if he'd be the one to-

Wow, alright, exit was three miles ago.

"Everything alright?" he chuckles, snapping you out of your thoughts, amusing him as he notices the way you turn red. "Been staring at my ass? Can't blame you, honestly." he jokes, making you hit his shoulder playfully before you take your plastic cup from him. "Hey, this might sound super shady and you don't have to say yes-" he starts, stepping out the small store with you where it had started to snow again. "-but I've got my apartment a few minutes from here, and it's freezing cold, so-" he takes your hand and looks down at you. "-you wanna go to my place?"

You're nervous now, more than ever. Thoughts are entertaining, they're safe and most of all yours and not real, but the prospect of potentially going into an apartment you don't know, with a guy you don't know, is scary. What if he's actually a serial killer, or really into BDSM and you'll get involved in some shady fifty shades stuff-

"-you really don't have to say yes. We can just go back to the Tattoo shop and talk there, I don't mind." he reassures, and you still don't answer. "What's worrying you? Maybe I can help."

"I-" you start, unsure, and fingers already hurting from the cold cup as you both walk outside the small store, walking side by side. You enjoy this a bit more- without holding his hand, you feel safer having a discussion like that. "-you know, guys only take girls to their place for.. Stuff, and I'm not like that, but I also kind of want to be but at the same time it's scary-"

"Hey, no, I'm not out for blood if you mean that." he chuckles, holding out his arm to make sure you wait until a car has passed the road you're both trying to cross. "Like, I'm not gonna lie and say I've never had one-night-stands or quickies or whatever, but right now I'm interested in you, first and foremost." he explains, his rather blunt words causing an elderly lady to turn her head scandalized as she walks past. "Also, I'm into begging. I'll only fuck you if you ask nicely." he smirks down at you next to him, before laughing out loud at your wide eyes and red ears.

"I-" you struggle to form words. But you're also horribly cold. "Alright then. I mean not the fucking part, at least not right now maybe sometime in the fut- where was your apartment again?" you stutter, and he grins so hard his eyes almost close.

"You're so fucking cute, my god." he shakes his head, before taking your hand again. "It's right down this road." he simply tells you, before you both find yourself in front of an apartment building where he takes you upstairs to his door. "Ah, I didn't clean up, by the way. It's a bit chaotic." he sheepishly offers, before the door opens.

It's warm, inviting. Doesn't smell bad, and it's not as chaotic as he told you it would be, Jungkook walking inside before you walk around, inspecting the apartment.

"I've put your boots in my shower, in case you're wondering where they are." he says after emerging from his bathroom, opening a window a little to air out the apartment. "make yourself at home, don't be so stiff." he chuckles, smiling when you visibly relax.

He sits close to you on the couch, but keeps a respectful distance between the two of you. He watches as you inspect a hole in a blanket he's got on the couch, shrugging. "My friend has a dog. Small little shit tore a hole in there, but it's still good so I keep the blanket."

"It's an easy fix." you say. "If you take those two parts of the yarn and then those, you can just tie them together so it doesn't rip open any further." you explain, and he tilts his head a little.

"Oh? Do you knit?" he wonders, and you nod.

"I.. My hobbies are kind of lame. I knit, and I help at the shelter a little away from the town. Other than that, I just.. Kind of exist in my apartment." you tell him. "I work at a library near the main train station. So, I'm not really interesting." you say, while he shakes his head.

"Don't say that. I think that's all pretty cool." he reassures. "Sounds like you've made a cozy life for yourself. That's pretty impressive considering today's times." he says. "I've always been.. Unsatisfied. With almost everything." he shrugs, leaning back, socked feet resting on the edge of his couch you're both sitting on.

"How so?" you wonder, taking a sip from your drink, before putting it back onto the small table.

"I don't know." he explains vaguely. "I guess I always had way too big dreams and aspirations. And now that I'm at that age I back then wanted to be, I feel like I wasted all my time with nothing but short-lived successes and people who only wanted me for the moment."

"Kind of.. Reminds me of myself." you giggle. "I.. When I was young, even a teenager, I always said I won't have kids. But these days, I kind of think, in the future I want them. Not right now, but one day. I wanna have a family and stuff, live in a house and have a dog and a cat and a husband and all that." you giggle. "like I said, not right now- but in the future."

"Hmhm. I never wanted to marry either. Thought that's just bullshit." he says. "But now, after seeing some of my friends have that, I'm envious. I want that too. A partner for life, I mean. A boring life." he says.

You hum a reply, nodding to yourself, a bit of quietness falling over the both of you, before he moves again, sitting down more comfortably turned towards you.

"I.. Would really like to get to know you. Seriously, I mean." he starts explaining. "Like I said, I.. Don't know what it is exactly, but you're.. Fuck you make me all weird." he laughs. "I wanna stay in contact with you, if you'd like. We could watch a movie? Only Netflix, no deep-throating during commercial breaks, promise!" he jokes, before adding, "..except if you're up for it." he giggles when you hide your face for a good second, laughing.

"I don't even know how to do that!" you laugh, making him raise his eyebrows while playing with his lip ring.

"Oh I can teach you, don't worry about that." he teases.

"I'm sure you can.." you mumble more or less, sipping on your drink. But your sentence seems to make him curious, eyes gaining a challenging glimmer as he leans forward.

"No no no, let's rewind a bit there." he says. "Just so I know where I'm at. You a virgin?" he wonders, and you pull your legs closer to yourself.

"..no." you shrug. "But.. I highly doubt I'm as adventurous as you." you tell him, making Jungkook smirk a little, as if challenged.

"Are you? What do you think I'm into then?" he wonders. "I've got a feeling you've made up your mind about me more than I thought."

"I mean, I don't know?" you say. "You.. It's not that hard to have more experience than me. I only had sex like.. Twice, and it's honestly not really for me." you shrug. "it's weird to.. Ugh I don't know."

"No, you do know, you just don't want to say it out loud." he clears up for you, making you nod. "Did you ever have an orgasm?"

"Jungkook!" you bark out scandalized, making him raise his hands in playful defense.

"What? You gotta ask these days, men are shit in bed most of the time, I have to admit that!" he laughs, shamelessly talking about this as if it's nothing but the weather outside. "So? Did you?" he wonders, and you shrug. "So you didn't?"

"I- don't know!" you say, a little glad you can finally talk to someone about it, hesitation finally breaking as you get the chance to make your frustration some room. "It's different when I do it myself. Like, then I'm pretty sure I have one? But when I had sex it was different, like I was almost kind of there but also not.." you lean your head on the backrest of his couch.

"Sounds like you didn't then." he tells you. "See, there's women out there who can't cum from penetration at all. The key ingredient is being fucking attentive." he explains. "I got more than just my dick, is what I'm trying to tell." he says, wiggling his fingers in front of his face, several rings adoring some of them- and you laugh.

"You sound like you're trying to get me to have sex with you right now." you joke, but he just shrugs his shoulders, tongue poking against his cheek for a moment.

"I'd fuck you any day you'd let me." he simply answers, eyes on yours. "After all, I gotta check out those tattoos you said you have." he flirts, and you move around a little, air between you both getting thicker. At this point, you can't deny the attraction. And with the way he talks and treats you, you're sure you'd let him prove his point as well. Right now. No regrets.

He notices the way your eyes fall to his lips, getting attached at the silver piercings there for a good moment, before you find his warm eyes again. And even though he really did not intent to be so forward so fast, he still scoots closer, tests the waters, places his arms on either side of you before the tip of his nose almost touches yours.

"Been wondering for a while now.." he starts, licking his lips before he looks down to yours, face tilting a bit as he looks at you. "..what flavor that lipgloss might be." he jokes, before he can't help himself.

You've not been kissed often in your life, not even in relationships. But you know for a fact that there's no experience comparable to the way he kisses you- not only his lips, but also his hands craving you it seems, making you feel completely under his spell. He's not just kissing you with his lips. He's using his hands, his tongue, knows clearly how to create a moment.

Your phone rings.

His rings soon after.

He laughs- and so do you.

It's a little awkward for a second, before he sends a message informing his coworker that you're on your way back, his grin still evident, never vanishing it seems. "so..?" you wonder having stood up to go grab your coat.

"So?" he parrots back, standing up as well to walk closer to you.

"What flavor is it?" you shyly try and flirt, and he laughs, leaning down to kiss you again, just a peck, and another, and just one last one before he parts with laughter.

"I'd say cherry-" he grins, watching you tie your boots in his hallway before he cages you in at his front door again the second you stand back up, unable to resist you now that you gave him the chance to taste you.

"But let me make sure I got it right."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months ago

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Follow You Anywhere 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, controlling behavoiour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You're online existence threatens to leak into your real life.

Characters: Captain Syverson

Note: I couldn't help myself.

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"So... this is what it looks like today?" You aim your camera at the sky outside your window, "sorry, the screen is kinda in the way."

You let out a nervous chuckle and flip the camera to yourself. You make a silly face. You were never overly fond of your image on the screen but the vlogs help. Like a little diary, mostly for yourself. You and your seven followers on Insta.

You bat your lashes and fix the clip in your hair, "oh, I got this free. Yeah, I bought a new hair oil and they threw this in the bag." You let your thoughts run wild from your tongue. You found a journal too daunting, the blank lines leaving you just as empty. This is easier. "Anyway, I shouldn't have spent the money to begin with."

You give another splintered laugh. The one you let out when you're anxious, or scared, or happy, or even mad. You bite your lip and catch yourself in your digitized reflection. You stop and turn your camera to your bedroom.

"Today, I'm gonna clean this mess. Me and you guys together."

You scour the room with the lens. Your laundry is piled on the floor and you have a stack of books you need to put on the shelf. It isn't the worst it's been but it's getting cluttered.

"But first, we'll have breakfast, can't start the stream on an empty stomach," you chirp and nearly drop the phone, "oops, uh..." You fix your grip and check the number in the corner. You have one viewer; on a good day, it's three, most days, it's just you talking to the void.

You go into the kitchen, just down the short hall from your bedroom, opening into your living room. You go to the counter and prop up the phone so the camera is on you again. You tap your fingers and hum.

"What should we have for breakfast?" You ask. You don't feel as crazy talking to yourself even if there's really no one watching. "Oo, French toast. Gotta use up the eggs."

You go to the fridge and pull out the eggs and the milk. You bring them back to the counter, shuffling around for a bowl, a whisk, and the cinnamon.

You mix up your ingredients and dip the bread, one piece at a time. You put on a skillet and fry up the slices, presenting a stack of three to the camera. You smile and dust some icing sugar over the top.

“Probably shouldn't have all this sugar for breakfast,” you shrug at the camera, “alright, quick break…”

You put the stream onto the ‘back soon’ page and take your plate to the small foldout table against the wall. You're not a fan of eating on camera. You finish and rinse up before snatching your phone up again.

You return to your bedroom and put the phone on a middle shelf and flip the stream back to live. Still that one viewer…

“Anyway, I'm back,” you wave at the lens.

You hesitate, looking around as you stand straight and spin. Cleaning, right. Before you can set to work, the phone dings.

A message?

You go back to your phone and squint at the chat bubble floating up.

‘Looked delicious too.’

“It was,” you agree with a grin, “thanks.”

‘Don't mean the toast.’

The next message has you blinking. Your nape burns. They can't mean… you clear your throat and giggle.

“Well, let's get started,” you back up and clap your hands, “you know, I've been so carried away with work. This place is a pigsty.”

You sit on the floor and sort through the clothes. You toss them into the basket as you sit in silence. You stop yourself and glance at the phone.

“How about some tunes?”

You walk on your knees to your bedside and turn on your bluetooth speaker. You go to your phone and find a playlist before pulling the stream back to full screen. As you do, you hear a noise you've never heard before.

‘BourbonBear has tipped.’ Huh? Really?

“Oh, thanks, er, BourbonBear,” you giggle around the name, “how nice. Maybe one day I can afford a proper camera for this, huh?”

You smile and go back to the dirty clothes. You quickly ball up a pair of panties and shove them in the basket. You carry on until they're all untangled.

You move on and tidy your desk, bending underneath to gather up a few loose pens. You make your way around the bedroom, putting away books, fixing the blankets on the bed, and straightening the little figurines on the shelf above the bed.

You grab the stick vacuum and suck up the dirt and proclaim your task done. It took a lot longer than you thought. It's after eleven. The one viewer is still there.

“Whew, okay, I'm gonna get myself washed up and go to the park. Maybe I'll post that later,” you give a thumbs up next to your head as you talk to the phone, “thank you.”

You end the stream and let out a sigh. Your videos aren't much and you doubt they're very interesting but it's like venting for you. Almost like having an invisible friend. You think you will take some pictures of the flowers to share.

🧸

You take your usual path through the park. The walks help you unwind your worries. You try to come after work at least a couple days during the week and both days on the weekend. You find the mindlessness of the routine to be calming.

The deeper you get into the wooded length of the path, you slow to admire the birds in the branches and the critters crawling in the brush. You take out your phone and snap a few photos of a blue jay before it wings away shyly. You smile and flip the cam, smiling as you take a goofy selfie. You can add that to your post.

The path winds ahead and you follow it in the din, listening to the river just down the incline to your left and the tweeting from the sky. You lift your face and inhale the woodsy scent. The sudden crack of a twig startles you and you spin to face the noise. There's no one there. Sometimes you forget other people are free to just walk on through.

You chuckle at yourself and continue on. The path leads out to a suburban street where you like to look at the houses. They're much more spacious and pretty than your grimy brick apartment building.

You come out from the shade of the trees and wander along the avenue. There's a mailbox painted to look like the house it stands before and a little nook for second hand children's books to be borrowed through the neighbourhood. Sometimes you picture yourself living in one of those houses though you don't think it could ever truly be.

As you crane your head, you sense a shadow in your peripheral. You're walking a bit slow. You sidle to the side to get out of the way of the other pedestrian. When no one passes, you look back. No one.

You must be imagining things. You shrug and plod along. You're already thinking of what kind of tea you'll have when you get in.

🧸

You sit down with your mug of ginger citrus tea and set to editing your post. You add a light filter to the photos as you shuffle through them on your laptop. The process is slow as the computer is nearly five years old now and chuffing on its 4GB drive. You get to the selfie you snapped, a stop.

You lean in to get a better glimpse of the background. It's fuzzy but there's a figure just over your shoulder. How could that be? You looked and there was no one there. That's so strange.

You stare as a chill courses through you. You're thankful you hadn't put your earphones in. You wouldn't have heard whoever it was and they may have even snuck up on you. Or maybe it's just a trick of the light.

You hit ‘post’ and try to shake off the foreboding. It's nothing. You're being silly. Besides, you're home and safe now. Next time, you'll be more alert.

A message pops up. You stare at the dot over the chat bubble. You tap with your thumb and bring up the DMs.

'Stream tonight?' BourbonBear asks.

You tilt your head. You already did some today. You're tired and want to lie down and enjoy your time off. You type back 'sorry, not tonight. tomorrow <3' and another notification vibrates. A comment on your latest post.

'Pretty sweater', also from BourbonBear. You heart their comment and leave a thanks below.

You flip back to the selfie. You can't really see your sweater in the picture, just the scalloped knitting of the collar. Well, you suppose it does look cute. You put your phone down and leave it on your desk. That's enough Insta for today.

🧸

You time your shopping trip for the least busy hour. It's early and the store is almost empty except for employees stacking bread on shelves or wandering listlessly around the deli. You have your phone in the basket of the cart, aimed at you as you roll it along slowly and check your list.

The stream is just as empty. It's only just started but you don't expect too many people to be up at this hour. You stop and grab a loaf of sourdough, checking the date before showing it to the lens and putting it in the cart. You smile and announce the next item.

"Strawberries... you know I was thinking I might get raspberries instead," you say, catching the eye of one of the yawning employees. You must seem like a weirdo. It's why you typically don't film in public.

As you roll around to the fruit, you notice the count change. One viewer. You choose a basket of raspberries and show those. You see a message float up; morning.

You smile and return the greeting softly and place the berries down carefully beside your phone. You need yogurt to go with the berries.

You work down the list, making some substitutes as you tick off each item. You linger in the ice cream section a bit too long and talk yourself out of a gallon of rocky road. You lean on the handle of the cart and smile down at the lens.

"Going to check out," you say, "see you all later."

All? There's still just the one. You end the stream and take your phone out of the basket.

You wheel around to checkout and line up at the only open till. You put your items up as you greet the cashier with a smile. She seems tired as she gives a dull response.

As you put the yogurt on the belt, you sense someone join the queue behind you. You glance over as a large man stands only feet away. He's tall and burly and staring at you. Maybe he heard you talking to your audience, or he would think, yourself. You continue to unload your groceries.

"Never tried those," he comments as you take out a box of strawberry Pocky.

You pause and hold them up, chuckling nervously, as you do.

"Pretty good," you answer, "I eat way too many."

You notice the man doesn't have a basket or a cart. That realisation needles under your skin. Maybe he's just getting lotto or smokes?

"You like sweet stuff."

"Too much," you squeak even though it doesn't sound like a question.

He just stares, not saying a word. You swallow tightly and pull the last few items out of the cart and get behind it to wheel it through the lane. As you do, he looms closely, adding to the sweat gathering on your lower back.

You roll along and wait for the cashier to ring through the rest of your things. She bags them up neatly in two large paper bags. You pay with your card and thank her as you lift the first into your cart. The man behind you moves forward and grabs the second, startling you.

"Got it," he says as he places it with the other, squeezing by you, crowding you.

"Oh, excuse me, sir," you stammer, "oh," you lean on the cart to roll it to the end of the lane as you make space between you and the stranger. "Thanks, er, uh... thanks."

You turn and grab the handle, jittering. He's really weirding you out. Especially as you realise he's walked right by the cashier. He's following you.

"I can help get ‘em in your car," he offers in a drawl.

"Oh, that's alright, I... bus," you cringe as you realise you've said too much.

"I could drive you. I have a truck."

"No thank you," you walk faster, the cart rattling with your pace.

"Why not?"

"I don't know you, erm, sorry--"

"You don't?" He catches up and shoves his phone in your face, your Insta profile glaring back at you, "I paid for the milk, maybe the berries..."

"What?" You stop, just by the door and turn to him. "I don't--"

"You haven't eaten, have you? I'll take you for French toast. That's your favourite."

"Um," you blink at him as your eyes tinge, "I don't..."

"You got me through a hard campaign, just wanna say thank you," he adjusts his cap and you notice the pin on it. He's a veteran. Oh, 'campaign'.

“Just got back home," he shifts on his feet, a meek gesture for such a large man, "and... your videos helped me remember it. Helped me hold onto it in the sh-- in the stuff."

"I... wow, okay, that's... I'm glad I could do that."

"I really don't mind giving you a ride. Lots of weirdos on the bus," he insists.

"That's nice but--"

"Please," he softens his tone, "been a while since I sat down and had breakfast without worrying about the sky falling."

You shudder and grip the cart tight. You don't know how to say no. You didn't think about who was watching. You always just assumed they were bots. Then you think of the chaching noise and the amount flashing on the screen.

"BourbonBear?" You ask.

"Yeah," he cracks a crooked smile and smooths his hand over his thick beard. "Everyone calls me Syv.”

#dark!captain syverson #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #follow you anywhere #sandcastle #captain syverson #dark captain syverson #captain syverson x reader

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wayfayrr · 4 months ago

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Yandere wild headcanons

Guess who just found a set of near finished headcanons buried in a headcanon wip file :P Just had to alter one or two and here we go! some yan wild - most of this is from where I used he/they for wild (which, I'm honestly very tempted to go back to)

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✦ they have attachment issues, as well as being very touch-starved after their 100-year nap

✦ they can't live without your touch, even if they themselves don't understand why yours is so much better than anyone else's touch

✦ They’re your closest and as long as they have it their way, one of the only people you will trust.

✦ You think you can sleep anywhere else other than in their bedroll in his hold? there's no chance. Maybe at best, you can convince them to at least hold you in your bedroll but that's it.

✦ Do you think getting a bed in an inn would free you from them using you as a personal teddy? you couldn't be more wrong. They play it as saving rupees for supplies by sharing a room with you as long as none of the others want you instead? it works without fail.

✦ they’re as clingy as humanly possible, it's almost like they want to become your scarf or coat with how they’re so constantly wrapped around you

✦ on the tiniest chance that you aren’t in their arms you’re never ever out of their line of sight, they’re far to scared to lose you like everyone else they’ve ever known. Not even death could tear you from them.

✦ You best like never eating at a restaurant or ever cooking for yourself again. He’s obsessed with getting your “blessing” for any meal they make, only catering for your taste over the rest of the chain from the second he falls, well with twilight being the only exception. He could never live with himself if he poisoned wolfie afterall.

#old stuff #have a whole FILE with yan headcanons in all states of half finished #wild was just *done*#most only have one or two lines but wild had half a page lmao #linked universe x reader #link x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #linked universe #yandere link #botw link #botw link x reader #botw x reader #lu wild #lu wild x reader #moss✦writes

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hanniebaeee · 5 months ago

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Wild Hearts

Lee Minho x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut MDNI, lots of kissing

Genre: smut, fluff

Summary: Minho takes you camping - you both love the outdoors, and it's something you bond over. What you don't know is that he has more in store for you than just camping.

You smiled in excitement as Minho parked the car and got your things. It was a beautiful summer day and the sky was a crisp blue, with the sun casting a warm golden glow on the scenery in front of you.

'Oh my God, Lino!! This is so beautiful!' You squeal in delight, making him smile.

Minho had been in charge of planning the whole camping trip, and he had chosen a secluded spot by a lake, surrounded by towering pine trees and pretty wildflowers, away from the city. The air felt so much fresher and the earthy scent of pine was so refreshing.

You carry some of your camping supplies as you follow your boyfriend to the campsite. Taking in the pristine surroundings with wide eager eyes, you completely smitten with Minho's choice. This makes Minho laugh affectionately.

'Why don't you take look around? I'll take care of this.' He said, setting everything down.

'Are you sure?' You asked, already reaching for your camera.

'Of course, baby.' He said, pulling you in for a kiss. 'Don't wander too far, ok?'

With a quick nod, you are on your way to explore your surroundings. You make sure to stay close, and find yourself looking back to where Minho stood, working on setting up the tent. Your heart swelled with love as you watched him.

He had been finding it very difficult to take time off to be with you. His busy schedules had him in a tight spot, not to mention splitting his free time among you and his family. It had been getting harder and harder until finally he snapped and demanded a whole week off. He spent the first few days with his family, and took that time to plan a nice camping holiday for the two of you.

Minho moved around with ease, setting up the tent and then pulling out the foldable chairs and a little foldable table where he set up some of his cooking things. You took a few pictures of him, smiling so much as you thanked the universe for giving you this precious man.

You dropped your idea of exploration and returned to Minho, who was now chopping up some veggies and bringing out some marinated chicken from a cooler. The sizzle of vegetables and chicken filled the air, making your mouth water.

Minho had discarded his jacket, and was now in his white tshirt and jeans, looking absolutely breath taking.

'What is it?' He asked, adding some herbs to the food. 'You're staring.'

'Can't I admire my pretty boyfriend?' You ask, cheeks colouring in embarrassment at being caught. 'What can I do if you look so good?'

Minho just shook his head with a little chuckle, holding his hand out to you. You rush to his side, arms going around his waist, head resting on his chest.

'Lunch is almost ready.' he said. 'Hope you're hungry.'

'I'm starving!' You said, placing a small kiss on his chest.

You help him set up the table, and he serves you the most delicious chicken and veggies you've ever eaten. You eat in a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the woods, enjoying the calm of nature.

Cleaning up was quick, and though the long drive and hearty meal had you drowsy, Minho wanted to take a walk. He held your hand as you walked along the lake. At one point, you let go of his hand and quickly take off your shoes. The water felt too cold for a swim, but you still dip your feet in, pulling him with you.

You moan in contentment as the cold water swallows your hot feet up and Minho gives you a teasing look.

'What? That felt good!' You said, splashing some water at him.

'I have an idea about something that'll feel even better.' He said, inching towards you slowly.

You giggle as he put his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest. Tipping your head up, he kissed you. A soft, but deep one. You feel his tongue in your bottom lip and you open your mouth, moaning softly as his tongue slipped in. You felt the world around you fade away as you lost yourself in him.

Pulling back, your eyes locked with his and you say, 'I love you.'

'I love you too, baby.' He said, hugging you again. 'So much.'

You took a bite of the masterpiece he had created, and you laugh as the chocolate dripped down your lips and chin. You try to wipe them off and just get chocolate on your hands and fingers as well. Minho didn't miss the chance to attach his lips yours, lapping up all the stray chocolate. You had turned a deep shade of pink by then, your heart racing at the way he was looking at you. He brings your fingertips to his mouth, sucking at them, one by one.

The sunset was beautiful, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. You took some pictures as Minho made a small campfire. He sat near it, making s'mores for you. He hands you marshmallows to toast, only to narrow his eyes at you playfully for eating them. You took a hundred pictures of everything he did, as he pampered you to no end.

The night grew darker, and the stars emerged, twinkling like tiny diamonds in the sky. Everything looked so much more beautiful here, and you felt so grateful to be sharing this moment with Minho.

After putting your things away, Minho suggested getting ready for bed. As you cleaned up and brushed your teeth, he set up the tent with fluffy blankets and your sleeping bag. You are both a smiling blushing mess as you change into your night clothes within the tent.

It was so quiet except for the gentle sounds of the forest. It seemed to be lulling you to sleep. Minho pulled you close, kissing the top of your head.

'Thank you for this, Lino. Today was just perfect.' You mumble, and he hummed, placing a few more kisses on your forehead.

Inside a warm cocoon of your blankets, Minho laid you down, while his lips attached to yours. Kissing and nibbling down your neck, Minho quickly pulled your night shirt off. You make it faster by pulling your clothes out of the way and he worked on his clothes. His hands reached every curve and inch of your body (so did his mouth). Your breath quickened as his kisses grew desperate and sloppy. You gasp as you feel his warm mouth around your nipples, sucking and licking at them. He switched from soft to rough so quick, you were panting for air.

His hand disappeared between your legs and the sudden explosion of pleasure, as he reached all the sweet spots had you whining.

'Baby, please, I need you-' you whisper, grabbing his arm tightly.

'Yeah?' He asked, voice thick with desire. 'Where do you want me, hm?'

'Please, Minho!' you whimper, and you fall apart completely as he sucks on your nipple noisily.

Your entire body was vibrating with need and he had you teetering on the edge.

'Please-' you beg again, and he nodded quickly, getting in between your legs. Adjusting you according to his need, he pushed into you in one go.

You cried out in surprise, and he chuckled.

Your connection was electric, and you were literally melting into him. He moved gently at first, and then lost all control over the situation, slamming into you. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, each time he was in you and out of you.

You shudder and shake aa you reach your high, and he held you tightly through it, not stopping his movement. And you clenched around him, tipping him off to his own release. Minho groaned as he came, laying his head on your chest, and staying in you.

'Oh fuck.' Was all he could say. You put your arms around him, holding him as close to you as you could.

'I love you, baby. I can't wait to get married. I can't wait to start a family with you.' He murmured sleepily and if you thought any other moment from your trip was the most memorable, then you change your mind. Because this was everything.

'I love you too, baby.' You reply and your voice is a soft echo in your warm and cosy tent.

You both drift off to sleep, completely exhausted, but in the most blissful way. The next morning, when you wake up, you hear sounds outside the tent. Minho is not beside you, so you peek through the little window and find him getting breakfast ready. Dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, he looked so cute with his untidy hair and sleepy face.

You smile and plop down on the sleeping bag, stretching your arms and legs. You wince at your achy legs and decide to be a bit dramatic.

'Linooooo!' you call out, and you hear his footsteps approach the tent. Sticking his head in, he gives you a grin.

'Good morning, princess.' He cooed, sitting near the entrance.

'My legs hurt.' You say, pouting.

'Aww, do they?' He asked, lifting your leg and placing a trail of soft kisses from your ankle to your knee.

You shiver at that and pull your leg back, realizing that you were completely naked. Pulling the blanket around you, you try to hide how much his presence actually affected you. But Minho being Minho, was always one step ahead of you.

He gripped at your blanket tightly, pulling at them slightly and said, 'What are you hiding that I haven't already seen?'

'Minho!' You hiss, and gulp as he moves in, and hovers over you.

Pressing a soft kiss on your lips, he said, 'I've never been so in love, baby. You drive me insane.'

There was nothing you could say at that moment, so you put your arms around his neck, pulling him on top of you, and kissing him. He moaned, and before you know it, he was inside you (again) and the rest is history.

You two sit and sip on coffee, grinning at each other. Minho fried eggs and sausages for breakfast, and your tummy rumbled as you eyed the food greedily.

'Wow, how hungry are you?' Minho teased, as he toasted some bread.

'Well, you should know that you tire me out. I need my energy.' You snap at him and he laughs such a loud hearty laugh, it fills your heart.

There is a few seconds of silence before he speaks again.

'So I tire you out, in a good way I hope, but I also cook for you, take you on awesome holidays, take you camping, give you the best orgasms...does that make me husband material?' He asked, so casually, it has you choking on your coffee.

'Of course, I'd marry you right now if I could.' You said, trying to act unbothered by his question.

'That's good. So if I propose to you now, you would say yes?' Minho asked, as he plated some food for you.

You stare at him, your heartbeat picking up speed. When you're silent for a while, he looks up and says, 'Just, just aski-'

'Minho, my answer will always be a yes for you. No matter when or where.' You said, shaking your head at his silly questions.

Minho looks at you, a small smile spreading on his headsome face.

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.'

'In that case, you'll have to make do with this for now. 'Cos I am still planning a proper prosoal.' Minho said casually, pulling out a little velvet box from his pocket.

Your eyes are so wide, and your mouth falls open as he gets on his knees and presents you with the prettiest little ring you've ever seen. A simple platinum one, with a pretty heart shaped diamond in the center. It shimmered beautifully as the sunlight fell on it.

'I wanted to do this today, right here, because this is something we both love and enjoy. And, it's just the two of us, away from everything else.' Minho said, taking your hand in his. 'You make me so happy, baby. I don't know how I got so lucky.'

You're already crying. You knew that you two would definitely end up getting married, but this was totally unexpected. You should have known, considering how adamant he was about making this trip work and all the extra preparations that he had done.

'Y/N, you're everything I could ever ask for. You already make me the happiest man in the world, but I would be happier if you say yes right now. So, Y/N, will you marry my?' Minho asked, and seeing him on his knee, asking you to marry him, your heart soars.

'Yes yes yes!!' You cry, throwing your hands around his neck and hugging him.

Minho chuckled, and quickly slipped the ring on your finger and kissed it tenderly.

'Baby, I can't wait for you to be my wife. I just can't wait to wake up next to you everyday. Thank you for being mine. I love you so much.' He said, cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing your forehead.

'I don't need another proposal, Minho. I love this. This is so so sweet!' You said, as you two have your food.

'Uh, no.' said Minho, 'Like I said, you deserve the best. And I already have some ideas. Besides, boys will kill me if I don't plan one with them. They feel like this should be a group task for some reason. They love you, baby, and I think we should let them do this. Ok? It will be great. Just you wait.'

You nod and smile at how cute he and his boys were. And you left lucky to be accepted and loved by them all.

You and Minho are all smiles, and under the canopy of trees, whispering and dancing in the wind, you realize that you've found something as beautiful and endless as the nature you both admire.

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portraitofalinkonfyre · 2 months ago

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hello :D i'm so in love with your writing i actually came up with a request for the first ever time *ever* since i joined like 5 years ago lmao

-reader gets into trouble with the chain for self endangering, reckless behavior, reprimanding/arguing ensues, maybe with reader not valuing themselves all that highly in comparison to the others? preferably with some rather rough lovin' as an escalation, just to get it through reader's thick skull that they're wanted and important

-i'd love to see Time, Warriors or Sky with this, but if you think someone else fits better that's perfectly reasonable too

-feel free to switch up any details you can't really work around (but no degradation please)

Absolutely!! I love this idea so much, so thank you for gracing me with it! I was also really inspired by this ask so it's going to be about 3-4 chapters long <3

The Bluest Eyes

Pairing: Warriors x Reader

Warning(s): A whole lot of smut and a few scenes of Reader suffering from PTSD. Reader is requested to be female.

Notes: Set in the same AU as Burning Love, where Reader is a retired war medic from Warriors' Hyrule. Also, a "night rail" is a type of nightgown :)

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"Get down right now!" Hyrule's shout rang through the clearing, unusually annoyed for the typically patient traveler. Warriors lifted his head, blanching when he caught sight of you sitting atop the thick branches of one of the nearby trees, feet swinging down as you yelled back.

"No! Go heal Wind!"

"Wind has a scrape on his arm," the traveler stressed, gesturing to the snoozing hero as the others began to gather under the tree, expressions ranging from concerned to downright shocked. "You've been stabbed, (Y/n)."

"I'm fucking fine," you hissed back as blood dripped onto the ground from the wound in your shoulder, and Warriors was caught between terror at your condition to complete bafflement at how you managed to climb the tree in such a state. "Leave me alone!"

"Not until you let me heal you," Hyrule ground out with a stormy expression, hands twitching as if he intended to make you come down with sheer force of will alone.

"(Y/n)," Time tried in a soft tone, ever the voice of reason. "Denying yourself care will only hurt you further."

"Then I'll be hurting and Wind will be alive," you snarled, snapping your legs up when Wild took a running jump for them. More blood splattered from your shoulder, staining the sleeve of your tunic beyond repair, and Warriors finally noticed the unaltered fear in your expression.

You were afraid, and he had an idea why. Being a medic during the War of Eras, there was no doubt in Warriors' mind that you had seen terrible things–death, disease, perhaps even betrayal--and the way your eyes nervously shifted to study each of them only confirmed his theory. You were trying to sacrifice yourself for them, though he couldn't fathom why; they had more than enough health potions to go around, and Hyrule had hardly even used his magic when tending to Wind.

There was no reason for you to be acting this way, yet he knew exactly what you were. There was a faraway gleam in your eyes, like you were looking at something that didn't exist anymore.

Warrior's stomach churned as he couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since you felt truly safe.

"(Y/n), please..." Legend's voice was uncharacteristically soft, eyes wide with worry, an expression they all shared. "It was only a lizalfos attack, no one else got hurt."

"He did," you spat, pointing to Wind, and Warriors couldn't take it anymore.

"That's it, we're coming up."

You gasped as the captain took a running start, leaping up and just barely latching on to the branch below your feet. "Get down right now, you're going to hurt yourself!"

"We're just trying to help you," Sky took a less physical approach, moving to stand beneath the branch with a look of barely disguised regret.

"I'm fine," you repeated in a weak voice, and Warriors knew he had to act fast.

"You're bleeding out," he grunted as he heaved himself over the branch, ignoring the blood dripping down onto his scarf; it wasn't like he couldn't wash it later.

"It's just blood," you said, and he could have laughed at how disappointed you looked in yourself when the words sunk in.

"Just blood?" Warriors pulled himself onto the branch, settling next to you, hand reaching around your waist to stabilize your swaying form. Your hands valiantly tried to bat him away, but you were far too weak to do any real damage.

"Please," his heart ached at the beginning of tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Get down."

"Not without you," he countered quietly.

"You're hurt," you whimpered, and it was as if all the air had been sucked from the space. Your gaze was worryingly unfocused as you turned your head to look at him, and Warriors could only imagine what you were seeing. "I can't heal you."

"I'm not hurt," he replied gently, not wanting to scare you even more than you already were. "It's all yours."

"Oh," you blinked slowly, as if you were struggling to comprehend his very words. "I'm sorry."

There was a knot in Warriors' throat. He tried to gulp it down, but it bounced back with more force than he expected. "Don't be sorry, just let Hyrule heal you."

Your gaze flicked slowly to the heroes waiting below, a protective glint in your slowly-focusing eyes. "...What about them?"

"They'll be okay," Warriors promised, and you nodded weakly, head lolling to the right to rest against his shoulder, pressing your wound to his chest with nary a hiss.

"Okay," you whispered in the most broken tone he had heard from you.

Warriors was sure he hadn't moved quicker in his life, carefully gathering your limp form in his arms and dropping back to solid ground. He remained silent as Hyrule dashed over, hands already glowing with green magic.

"Lay her down," the traveler said in a wavering voice, and Warriors did as instructed, placing you on the ground as if one wrong move would shatter you, and it was then that he truly noticed the ashy pallor your face had taken on, eyes squeezed shut as Hyrule worked his magic above you.

Slowly but surely, the exposed wound on your shoulder closed, your skin knitting together under the traveler's hands, leaving behind a wide rip in the blood-soaked sleeve of your tunic. The fitful expression on your face softened some, but he could still see the slight frown tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Warriors' hand found your uninjured shoulder, shaking it softly as Wild plopped down beside you, face twisted with worry. "How are you feeling?"

There was no response, and his heart could have damn near stopped when he registered the tell-tale softness your breathing had taken on. Nearly shoving Hyrule aside, he pressed two fingers to the side of your neck, fearing the worst.

"Is she dead?!" Four exclaimed in absolute, unadulterated horror, and the others began to murmur in fear. Warriors' pressed harder, motions unusually desperate as he fought to find a pulse. No, his mind whispered, a cacophony of dread as his fearful thoughts soared, cursing himself for not acting sooner. He shouldn't have waited, and now you were paying the price for his stupidity--

The very notion of time seemed to skid to a standstill when you wheezed suddenly, throat bobbing harshly against his prodding fingers.

"She's alive!" Hyrule exclaimed in palpable relief, and the tension in the air began to dissipate. Warriors took several breaths to calm his racing heartbeat, removing his hand from your neck as you coughed, turning your head to the side, groaning softly. "Fuck," you said, and the captain was torn between crying and laughing.

"Are you alright?" Sky was quick to help you into a sitting position. You winced, rubbing at your healed shoulder with your free hand.

"Yeah," you mumbled, looking around with mounting apprehension. "...Where's Wind?"

"Here!" called the sailor, having just woken up from his nap, and you gave him an exhausted half-grin.

"Good," you tried to stand, only to be pushed down by Hyrule.

"Not a chance, (Y/n)," the traveler chided, obviously still shaken from your initial refusal of help. "You're staying right there."

"I'm okay--"

"No," Hyrule said in a tone that brokered no argument. "You are– you are going to sit there and get better, or Hylia help me I will tie you down until you do."

You opened your mouth to respond, but Warriors noted how quickly you reconsidered the idea when Hyrule fixed you with a dark glare, crossing his arms over his chest in a manner that screamed 'try me and die'.

"...Fine," you relented, slumping backward, and the captain had a distinct urge to ruffle your hair. Your cheeks pinked and you all but hissed: "Stop that."

"Nope," said Warriors, laughing softly when you fixed him with one of your practiced stares, though even a fool could see that there was no heat whatsoever in your gaze. He rose to his feet, deftly dusting the tops of his pants. "Time, do you–"

"Um, guys?" Wind's voice interrupted, filled with apprehension. Warriors turned to face the sailor... only to blanch.

A portal had opened in the center of the clearing--pure white mixed with swirling hints of gold. The air around it crackled softly, charged with an explicably dangerous energy that had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.

"Is that...?" You trailed off, letting the situation speak for itself.

"Time," Warriors drew his sword, stalking over to put himself between you and the portal. "Do we have another–"

"No," the oldest hero cut him off, tone unusually icy. "This isn't anything I recognize."

"We'll have to go through it, then," said Wild, already advancing forward. Warriors gazed back at Twilight and Legend, who both nodded, unsheathing their swords while the captain re-sheathed his, bending over to gather you in his arms.

"I can walk," you half snapped, though you made no real move to prove that point.

"No, you can't," Warriors responded, turning to face the portal as Time and Twilight entered it, disappearing in a flash of light. The others followed swiftly, and he could only hope they'd be able to survive what awaited them on the other side.

You recognized the castle gates as soon as you saw them.

You had long since wrapped your arms around Warriors' neck, holding on for dear life despite the fact that you knew he wouldn't drop you, deftly studying the bustling streets as the group stepped into Castle Town.

It was undoubtedly your Hyrule, and there was a certain comfort in being home again. You remained silent as the others chatted, half because you were nearly asleep and half because you couldn't fathom what to say to any of them at this point. Embarrassment coursed through you as you recalled their terrified expressions when you scaled the tree, too lost in your thoughts to realize what was going on.

You liked to think you kept decent control of your emotions, but now...

"Hey," you felt the words rumbling from Warriors' chest before you heard them. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," you said quickly. Perhaps too quickly, from the way he cocked an eyebrow down at you in response. "I'm fine."

"You keep saying that," the hero paused, then continued in a far quieter tone. "But I don't think I believe you anymore."

"Maybe because it's none of your business," you hissed... and immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry, I just–"

"I understand," said Warriors. The hand on your ribcage tightened as he hefted you tighter against him. "I really do."

You didn't doubt that, you really didn't, but a thick ball formed in your throat and you didn't trust yourself not to start bawling in the middle of the street. With a shaky huff, you tucked your head against the broad expanse of Warriors' chest, letting familiar darkness consume you.

You couldn't sleep.

The bedroom Queen Zelda had so graciously gifted you was too cold, yet your pillow felt hot enough to burn a hole through metal. You flipped onto your stomach, gripping the pillow as you buried your face into it. Every time you closed your eyes, memories of the War would pop into your mind's eye like flies, only dropping when you awoke, panting like you had run a lap around the castle itself.

"Fuck..." you whispered to the empty room. Warriors had passed you off to Twilight and Hyrule as soon as his boots crossed the foyer, declaring that he had a meeting with Zelda, only returning with a grim expression and ten keys. The Queen had heard reports of a black lizalfos roaming the land, but they were largely unreliable, leaving everyone with no choice but to stay in the castle for the night.

While you were grateful for the unexpected privacy, there was something to be said about sleeping in the open with what you now considered to be some of your closest friends. The room, decked out in purple tapestries, was terribly lonely, as four-poster beds typically weren't the chattiest of company.

The bed creaked as you shifted onto your back, staring up at the stone ceiling, hands fisted in the soft fabric of the creme night rail you wore. You tried not to think of how Wind had almost been slashed, or how close Time had gotten to being bisected by a moblin, but they kept popping up the harder you willed them away.

It was hopeless, you realized. Completely, utterly hopeless.

You swung your legs off the side of the bed, kicking your slippers on and shuffling to the nightstand, where a lone candle sat. With trembling hands, you lit it. A fierce orange glow illuminated the room, and you used it to guide you to the door, peering outside at the empty hallway.

You were no stranger to the castle, which is why you stepped out for a short walk, shoes scuffing gently on the polished floor.

Aimlessly, you wandered, uncaring of where you ended up. Dark shadows stretched and spun before you, quickly vanquished by the light of the candle. You walked beneath one of the many arches, entering a hallway you didn't recognize. A large portrait hung on the very back wall, a stunning caricature of Queen Zelda and... Warriors.

You approached the portrait, holding up your candle for a better view. Their faces were relaxed–not too relaxed, of course–and could be vaguely described as peaceful. Warriors himself looked younger, like the burden of being a hero had not yet hit, with a small grin that made the corners of your lips quirk up.

"...(Y/n)?"

You nearly dropped the candle as you spun around, heart nearly leaping from your chest.

"Wars?!"

And there he was, in all his blonde-haired, bleary-eyed glory, dressed in nothing but a pair of pants. You tried not to look at his chest, mostly because it was highly inappropriate and partially because you were supposed to be upset, and looking at that glorious abdomen made you feel anything but sad.

"You're not asleep," he observed in a matter-of-fact tone. "Why was I expecting this?"

You crossed your arms over your chest. "I could say the same about you."

"I know," his gaze flicked to the portrait, then back to you. "Do you want to talk?"

"Not really."

"Liar."

You bristled. "Excuse me?"

"You're unexcused," Warriors shot back, and you became distinctly aware of just how close a two-foot distance was when you were alone. "Tell me the truth."

"And that is?"

The captain fixed you with a half-hearted, largely exhausted glare. "Gee, (Y/n), maybe when you climbed a tree to avoid medical attention?"

"That's diff–"

"Or perhaps when you refused to let Hyrule heal you until we climbed the tree?"

"That's not–"

"Or should I mention that time you attempted to give Wild a healing potion after he stubbed his toe?"

"You–"

"I'm not done," Warriors cut you off, running a hand down his face. "Do you have any idea how worried we were? How worried I was?"

There was silence, because you didn't trust yourself to speak without breaking down.

"Well?" the captain prompted. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

You stared at him. This was pointless; you didn't want to talk, you wanted...

A knot formed in your stomach. What did you want? It had been so long since you considered something so... well, you felt it was rather mundane, but that didn't excuse that you had no idea what you wanted.

You didn't realize you had begun to cry until Warriors' hand swiped gently at your face with a gentleness you didn't know he possessed. For you, at least.

"It's going to be alright," he said, and, before you knew it, you were bawling, thick sobs shaking your shoulders. Wars wordlessly pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your trembling form.

"I can't do it," you whispered against his clavicle, arms encircling his bare back. "If I can't help him, how am I to help the rest of you?"

"You don't have to," the captain responded softly, hugging you a bit tighter. "You've helped enough-- no, more than enough."

"I know, b-but," you hated how your voice wavered noticeably when you spoke the last word. "I can't lose you."

"You won't."

"How can you promise that?" you hiccuped, pressing yourself closer, heavy tears blurring your vision. "Wars..."

"We're strong, (Y/n), we'll always be here," he responded slowly. Carefully. "Always."

“Promise me,” you whispered, unable to force any other words out. You needed to hear him say it, and the anticipation was tearing you from the inside out.

“I promise,” said Warriors. He sounded genuine, but, then again, he always did.

“Good,” you sniffed, feeling slightly sheepish for crying on him in the middle of the night. “I’m sorry, I just…”

You froze when Warriors put a finger over your lips, shushing you softly. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, holding you like he would never let go. “Don’t apologize for things that aren’t your fault, okay?”

That… that was new. You had always liked Warriors; he was kind and reliable, not to mention an excellent strategist. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but you willed them away, hoping the night was dark enough to conceal the burning flush on your cheeks.

“...Okay,” you agreed, distinctly aware of the flexing muscles lying just beneath your fingertips. Warriors was strong–they all were–and you felt as much anxiety over it as you did comfort. “Why… Why were you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he responded quickly, and you couldn’t help but chuckle half-heartedly. “What is it?”

The words slipped from you like a knife through butter, like the softest silk and the quietest breeze. “We’re both hopeless.”

Warriors hummed and turned his sparkling cerulean gaze to you. “Maybe,” he whispered to the night. “Helplessness can be helped.”

“You think?” You were almost afraid to ask, but you could have done anything to hear his voice again.

“I think it’s time for bed.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself. Warriors released you when you pushed lightly on his chest, arms hanging loosely by his bare sides. “Isn’t that Sky’s line?”

“...I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Deal.”

With slightly-lifted spirits, you peered outside, studying the star-spangled sky with mild interest. The moon was bright, bathing the hallway in a milky sheen that made it all the more eternal, and you wondered why you hadn’t taken the time to study it before. “It’s so–… I never noticed…”

“Beauty comes in many forms,” Warriors intoned softly with a glance in your direction. “There are people who go their whole lives without appreciating the little things.”

“And you are?”

The captain hesitated, shoulders slumping slightly, making you wonder if he would appreciate a hug. “I’m still working on it,” he admitted softly, and made the executive decision not to pry.

“So am I,” you shot an exhausted grin his way. “...How mad do you think Hyrule will be if I don’t sleep?”

Warriors ran a hand down his face, and only a fool would miss the very obvious, very large smile he was attempting to conceal. Until it shifted to a grin, then a smirk.

“If I have to sleep, you do too.”

“Actually–”

“Hush,” you blinked dumbly when his hand extended, palm up, toward you. A few seconds passed, and Warriors let out a small huff. “(Y/n)–”

“Present.”

“...Just take my hand.”

You did.

First chapter done! This is the second ask that has activated me like this, and I'm excitedly-terrified of the other wonderful ideas y'all might send me in the future!

#linked universe #linked universe x reader #the chain x reader #link x reader smut #loz fanfic #lu x reader #lu warriors #lu warriors x reader #lu fic #hurt/comfort #shameless smut

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jellyclogs · 1 year ago

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Shanks x reader: Laundry

Trigger warnings: I can't really think of any

Word count: 3k

Fluff, shanks and y/n are cute

Shanks could not take his eyes off of (y/n). It wasn't like she had done anything special today. She was just being her normal self, wearing her normal clothes. Still, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Even though her top wasn't tighter than normal he could swear her chest looked bigger, and did those shorts make her ass look better? (Y/n) was always beautiful to him. She wasn't the kind of beautiful that would make her a supermodel but she was beautiful. Shanks found her beauty was even more striking because it was real. Most days he could just pretend not to notice. But on days like today, Shanks just couldn't make his mind ignore it.

(Y/n) was doing the crew's laundry, this week was her turn. She had already washed it and now was hanging it to dry. She hummed along to a sound dial playing some Soul King, her hips swaying along. Shanks always loved a chance to see her sweet domestic side. Not that he minded seeing her be ruff and rowdy but seeing her like this scratched an itch in his brain like nothing else could.

(Y/n) was the crew's animal expert. Shanks had not understood when he first recruited her what that really meant. What it meant was she was an animal whisper. She could understand animals like no one else he'd ever met. It was unreal to watch her work. She could silently communicate with them. You leave her in a room with a wild animal and within two hours it's in her lap wanting to be pet.

"You know I can feel you staring?" (Y/n) turned to Shanks one of his shirts in her hands. She reached over and grabbed some clothespins out of a tiny little basket. She pined the shirt up, with a smile on her lips.

"It's not my fault you look so nice," Shanks smirked at her. He had been wondering how long shed let him get away with his staring.

"Is there something I can do for you, Captain?" Her voice had a hint of amusement to it and Shanks could see a smile on her pretty lips.

"No, just enjoying the view." Shanks gave her a devilish grin," I've got to say it is quite the view." His eyes did not leave her. In moments like this, it was easy to forget how adept she was with a set of daggers. It was easy to imagine her as a girl from a small island, that he was slowly but surely convincing her to be his.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes turning her back to him "So are you going to just stand there and watch me?" She grabbed the next piece of laundry and began to hang it up. Her hips still swaying to the music.

"Have something else for me to do?" Shanks quirked his brow, still smiling.

"You could always help me," (y/n) offered.

"Are you trying to push your work off on your captain?" Shanks gasped in mock offense. His hand came to rest on his chest over his heart, “Your captain does not appreciate it.”

"So you talk about yourself in the third person now?" (Y/n) gave Shanks a funny look over her shoulder. “Captin it's not even noon lay off the saki.”

Shanks bit his lip and then laughed. Their gose (y/n)'s silver tongue. He's always loved how quick-witted she was. Then there was the look she gave him. That was damned adorable. He could feel the smile growing on his lips, "I'll take that as a, 'yes I'm trying to make you do my work for me captain', that's not very nice (y/n)." Shanks shook his head teasingly.

"Oh feel free to just sit and watch me, but if you happen to get bored I wouldn't mind the hand." (Y/n) huffed, Finishing pinning up a sheet. Her back was still to shanks, but he could feel that she rolled her eyes at him.

Shanks thought about it for a long moment before standing up and walking over to help her, “Well I guess since there is nothing else for me to do I might as well help you.” Shanks looked at the basket of laundry she was pulling from and saw it was mostly empty.

“Only if you really feel like it captain.” (y/n) shot him a sweet little smile, “I was mostly teasing you anyways,” she said carelessly.

Shanks wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, “You're so mean to your captain (y/n).” Shanks tsked, “What on earth am I going to do with you?”

Mel rolled her eyes. She was used to shanks being cuddly. She had hated it when she first joined the crew but now she didn't mind. Not that she would tell her captain but there were few places she felt safer than in his arm(s), “We both know you’re being over dramatic.” (y/n) patted Shanks’ cheek.

Shanks took a deep breath and soaked in the feeling of just holding the beautiful woman. Holding her like this was almost torturous. He would never push his luck but dam it he wanted to feel more of her, “I am allowed to be overdramatic.” his voice had dropped an octave, “And we both know that you like it when I am.”

(y/n) felt a chill run down her spine. There were many things about Shanks that drove her crazy but his voice was at the top of that list. She had a feeling, Shanks knew just what he did to her. She was never sure if he liked her or just enjoyed seeing her squirm. “How is this helping me?” her voice was a little higher than normal.

Shanks smirked, “Oh I changed my mind,” he could feel her heart racing under his touch, “I'm gonna be a hindrance to you instead.”

(y/n) let out a soft laugh, “Now you're being the mean one.” She wriggled out of his grasp and grabbed the next sheet from the basket.

Shanks laughed himself grabbing the second to last sheet from the basket, “Ok fine ill help.”

“Well thank you, captain,” (y/n) handed him two clothespins before grabbing two for herself.

“So is this the last load?” Shanks asked before holding the clothespin between his lips and tossing the sheet over the line. He quickly pined the sheet in place.

“Yep, it's the last load.” (y/n) responded finishing hanging up the sheet in her hands and then grabbing the last one out of the basket.

“For someone begging for help, you didn't need it much.” Shanks cooed with a teasing smile.

“Maby it was just bugging me that you were silently sitting there and staring at me.” (y/n) scratched the back of her head.

“And like I told you it isn't my fault you’re so nice to look at.” shanks shot her a cocky smirk.

(y/n) thought about her next words for a bit longer than their playful conversion called for. She sighed and then asked, “Do you flirt with me because you like me or just because it's something to do?” She had wanted to ask him the question for a while now.

Shanks froze, he hadn’t expected to hear her ask a question like this. He stared into her (e/c) eyes for a moment, “I flirt with you because you are a strong, quick-witted, and beautiful woman.” he reached out and grabbed her hand, “It does help pass the time but I do it because I like you.” his thumb brushed along the back of her hand. “Do you flirt back because you like me?” he asked in a teasing but sweet voice.

(y/n) looked into Shanks’s worm-brown eyes before smiling, “Oh I like you, captain,” she purred suddenly confident. She thought about it for a moment before grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a kiss.

Shanks did not hesitate to kiss her back. He leaned down to meet her lips his hand letting go of hers as his arm snaked around her waist again. This was definitely a good outcome for him. He was smiling into the kiss. It was a soft and sweet kiss.

The two of them had been playfully flirting for months. Shanks hadn't pushed it passed flirting because it would have felt wrong. He hadn't wanted to force her into a relationship if she didn't want to. He didn't want her to feel like just because he was the captain she had to be with him.

After a long moment (y/n) pulled away. She leaned her head against Shanks’s chest. All her confidence was gone. She could feel herself blushing. The animal whisperer had very little experience with men. She was a blushing virgin and was suddenly insecure about it. She knew Shanks was a bit of a ladies' man. She knew he was experienced. Her mind began to spiral, wondering if he'd still like her knowing how inexperienced she was “Sorry if that was too forward.” (y/n) mumbled.

Shanks couldn't stop smiling, “To forward?” he hummed. He picked her up cradling her in the crook of his elbow, “You really do act like a proper damsel sometimes.” he laughed resting his forehead against hers, “But no you weren't too forward.” he was enjoying the adorable flushed look she had on her face. She was a truly beautiful woman.

“Hay (y/n) you hungry?” Lucky Roux called into the mess of clotheslines and clean clothes.

(y/n) quickly slipped out of Shanks’s grasp before calling back, “That depends, what's for lunch?” She was a little glad to have an excuse to run and hide from Shanks. She needed a moment to regain her composure before she interacted with Shanks again. She flipped the sound dial off before she quickly headed towards Lucky Roux trying hard to calm the blush on her face.

Lucky Roux rolled his eyes, “You are such a picky eater.” he laughed a smile spreading on his face.

“Yeah, I am,” (y/n) emerged from the maze of hanging clothes. “So what's for lunch?”

“Well, I kept it simple, just some sandwiches,” Lucky Roux could see the flush of the girl's cheeks and smiled harder. He wasn't going to ask why she was blushing because he had a feeling why. He could spot the top of Shanks’s head from the same direction the (h/c) haired girl had come from.

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(y/n) spent the rest of the day avoiding Shanks. She felt like a flustered preteen girl every time she thought of him. She knew the rest of the crew could tell she was avoiding him. She figured she would explain it later. If it bugged anyone they hadn't said anything.

She had eaten lunch with Lucky Roux. The man had been giving her a knowing smile the whole time. Clearly, he understood what had happened. She was glad he hadn't pressed for details.

It had been a couple of hours since lunch. (y/n) had been hiding in her room trying to get a grip on her feelings. She decided she should go see if the laundry was dry. She was an adult woman and had responsibilities she needed to attend to. She couldn't spend all day being a flustered little girl.

(y/n) slipped out of her room. Her bare feet made almost no noise on the wooden floorboards of the ship. The sun was setting as she got to the deck. She could tell the clothes were dry just by looking at them.

She began to pull the laundry down and sort it. Each crew member labeled their clothes by writing their names on the tags just to make it easier to sort. She checked the tags of each piece of clothing before tossing it into each respective crew member's basket. She didn't bother to fold the clothes, however, she did fold the sheets and bedding.

“So you finally came out of your room?” a slightly gruff voice teased as the smell of cigarette smoke came to invade (y/n)’s nose

“Beckmen put that out,” Mel spun to glare at Shanks’s right-hand man, Benn Beckmen, “Do not make all of the clean laundry smell like cigarettes… again”

Beckmen laughed, “Ok jeez (y/n) I'll put it out.” he dropped his cigarette and squished it under his foot, “So what did Shanks do?”

“He didn't do anything wrong I promise.” (y/n) handed Beckmen his basket full of clean clothes. Beckmen was Shanks's leash. He made it his role to keep Shanks from doing things the crew would regret.

“So then, why were you being a shut-in?” Beckman pressed. He knew both Shanks and (y/n) well enough that he could tell that something had happened between them. (y/n) wasn't the only one acting weird, Shanks had been mopey since lunch.

“Well Mom if you have to know,” (y/n) threw her hands up in surrender. She hoped the nickname would get under his skin. “We kissed.”

Beckmen shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Why did that make you hide in your room.” he didn't mind the nickname, especially since it was (y/n) calling him it. What big strong man didn't like to be called a demeaning nickname by a pretty girl?

(y/n)’s face flushed, “Because I'm a dumb girl who doesn't know what to do now.” She paused before adding, “That's not me asking you for advice it's me answering your question.”

Beckmen wasn't dumb he had seen the way the (h/c) haired girl acted around Shanks. The girl liked the redhead. “Did the kiss not go well?” Beckmen asked her softly.

“I think it went good, It’s just,” (y/n) wasn't sure how to explain her concerns, “I have absolutely no experience. I don't want Shanks to be disappointed.” She winced at her own words hoping she didn't sound too pathetic.

“You have no clue how men think sweetheart.” Beckman chuckled. “Shanks doesn't care what experience you have.” he decided not to tell her that Shanks would probably be thrilled to be her first.

“So I'm just overthinking things?” (y/n) asked.

“Yes, you are,” Beckmen rustled her hair. The whole crew knew (y/n) was a bit on the innocent side. They didn't know much about her past however they had the idea she had been fairly sheltered from people. She had little cues that let them know she hadn't socialized much as a kid.

“Thank you Beckmen,” (y/n) gave the crew mom a hug.

“No problem,” Beckmen hugged her back before letting her go and picking up his laundry basket. “Go talk to Shanks when you get a chance,” he said as he walked away. His job was done, the issue could work itself out now.

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(y/n) had dropped everyone else's laundry off to them, and now she was just standing in front of Shanks’s door holding his laundry basket. She had realized how her reaction must have seemed to him. She felt bad and wanted to apologize to him but was having a hard time working up the courage to knock on his door.

She knew she couldn't spend the whole night awkwardly standing in front of the captain's door. She closed her eyes and counted to three before knocking on the door. She had to do this.

“Come on in,” Shanks called through the door.

(y/n) balanced the laundry basket against her hip and opened the door before stepping in, “I'm sorry for avoiding you.” she said softly. It would be best to just rip the bandaid off.

Shanks looked up at her, he was sitting at his desk, “Don't be,” he gave the girl a reassuring smile, “So was it just too much for you? Did you relize you didn't actually like me like you thought? And if that's it that's fine don't sweat it. It's perfectly fine if you don’t like me” shanks did like the woman but at the end of the day he’d rather be friends than nothing at all.

“Oh no it's not like that.” (y/n) set the basket down, “I was just,” she sighed, “please don't laugh but I have absolutely no experience with relationships and I didn't know what to do. I know you are someone” (y/n) thought for a moment on how to say it, “with a lot of experience and not usually interested in a monogamous relationship and I wasn't ready to have the conversation of what we are now or if our relationship had changed.”

Shanks silently stared at (y/n) for a long moment, “That has to be the nicest way I have ever been called a man whore.” shanks grinned at (y/n) hoping that cracking a joke would help ease the tension.

(y/n)’s blush grew, “I didn't mean it like that.” She frantically tried to correct herself.

“You’re not wrong, I usually don't go for monogamy but most of the people I'm getting with arnt on my ship. There is usually a mutual understanding that it's just a one-night stand when I'm hooking up with someone. But that's not what I want with you.” He stood up and walked over to (y/n).

(y/n) fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, “What do you want with me?” she asked her heart racing again.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” Shanks reached out and set his hand on her cheek. He really did mean it. (y/n) was a beautiful, intelligent, sweet, and capable woman. If he would settle down for anyone it was her.

“I want to be your girlfriend,” (y/n) leaned into Shanks’s touch. She liked the feeling of him touching her. She wanted to no longer hide from that.

Shanks stepped in close to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, “Well then you’re my girlfriend.” his voice was inching closer to the deep husky tone that drove (y/n) crazy.

(y/n) smiled wrapping her arms around his neck, “I'm your girlfriend,” she purred smiling ear to ear.

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blkkizzat · 4 months ago

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Tutorial: Manga Banners

Basic Manga Text Change/Coloring/GIF creation in PS

Hey, so as promised making a very basic tutorial for making banner gifs in photoshop for fics/drabbles/layouts, etc.

I'm going to keep things super simple here for beginners.

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(NOTE: This gif I made will be used for an unreleased story of mine so please don't use this exact gif/images but you are free to follow the tutorial to create your own).

All I ask is if you find this helpful to REBLOG! :) No need to credit me.

For this tutorial you will need ↴

Photoshop

At least 2 manga panel images (non-transparent*)

Optional: Manga fonts. I mostly use CC Wild words (speech bubbles) & Manga Temple (narrator boxes)

Basic knowledge of photoshop layout/where tools are.

*this tutorial is essentially the same if working with transparency but if you do work with transparency you will need to have knowledge of clipping masks which i do not cover here.

Tutorial ↴

(optional) Prepwork: so i didn't think to include this do this but you are going to need to crop and resize your image. make sure the width is either 540 or 1080px. This is the recommended width for pictures in tumblr. Height can be what you want it to be. This is done image > image size (make sure the link-chain is pressed for aspect ratio)

Step 1

This is what you want your setup to look similar to. Delete locked background layer.

Steps 2 & 3

Make a new layer. It might be helpful for beginners to re-name all their layers so instead of "Layer 2" you might name this ⇢ "White fill layer or Text cover up". (doubletap layer name to change it).

Use rectangular marquee to select text you want to change. If you are just replacing a word or two you dont need to white out everything. But you could choose to cover up all if you wish. I just wanted to remove "senpai".

Steps 4 & 5

Use Paint Bucket Tool to fill in selection area with white (make sure the new layer you made is selected when you do this).

Select Text Tool. There is no need to make a new layer as once you are done typing it will become a text layer. I used CC Wild Words bold font for this for emphasis. If you do multiple lines of text use a new text layer for each line.

Step 6 - Optional Step - Highly recommended if you did multiple lines of text.

Rasterize Type by right clicking the layer. This is an optional step. I tend to do it out of habit and rasterizing lets you use the move tool to give you exact px distances between other rasterized elements but nothing we are doing requires this tbh and if you do decide to do it you can't go back and edit text.

If you did multiple text layers you cause space them out evenly using the move tool (zoom into 200%-400% if necessary to get exact pixel distances). Tip: Manga text is centered in the bubble and leaves a good distance away from the edge.

When you are done ctrl/cmd to select all text layers then right click and merge the layers. This is so incase you have to move the text layer for whatever reason they are all on one layer now, evenly spaced and you won't accidentally mess that up.

Step 7

Create an exposure layer (half filled in circle in layer bar for menu). This is important as it can lighten/darken image to make the colors we will add later pop by playing with the sliders for each setting.

Step 8

Apply exposure settings. On the right-hand side there will be 3 slider bars. The screenshot shows my settings but your settings will vary depending on the image. The one that gives the biggest benefit for manga is Gamma Correction which affects the midtones to make them lighter/darker and adds better contrast to the image so it doesn't look as muddy, often in black and white images it is easy for midtones to look muddy. Offset affects mid to dark tones of an image. Exposure affects midtones to highlights to make brighter or darker, overall use this the least. TIP: If you want to make an image brighter or darker you usually want this to apply equally to the overall image so then you would create a brightness/contrast layer instead. most manga images skew muddy and need a midtone and dark adjustment rather than highlights. the better the manga scan images the less adjustments you will need.

Step 9 - Optional

Apply a gradient map (half filled in circle in layer bar for menu). This is optional. a Gradient map adds gradient but preserves the shading in the image so essentially adds a gradient to the shading. I do this in black and white. But if you are happy with how it came out in the exposure phase you don't need to.

Step 10 & 11 -

Apply a gradient (half filled in circle in layer bar for menu). So when you add a gradient there are a ton of preset color combos you can use or you can create your own. I think this one is a preset but can't remember. I like a diagonal gradient from light to dark depending on where the light source on the image is but it is completely up to you. I tend to set the gradient angles near these 4 settings: -145, -45, 45, 145 depending on what corner I want the lighter part in.

One thing to note is brighter colors work better with a darker background. Lighter backgrounds can get washed out. One you add this as you can see it will be solid color.

*note* once this layer is applied any edits such as moving text, etc. around you want to do to the lower layers beneath it click the "eye" button to hide the gradient (same for the map) or there's a good chance it will move the gradient layers around and not the layer you want.

Change layer blending mode. By default it's set to "normal". You can play around with these. Depending on the effect you want and whether the image has darker or lighter colors will decide the blending mode. My typical blending modes are screen, overlay, hard light, vivid light or pin light. You can duplicate this gradient layer and play around with multiple settings and opacities to create something you like.

Step 12 - Optional

Add a Brightness/Contrast layer (half filled in circle in layer bar for menu). Brightness/Contrast on this step will look wildly different than if you added it right after the exposure step. It's not necessary but if you want more overall contrast or brightness then you can add it.

You can see my settings below on the sliders on the right-hand side.

Step 13

Create new layer for highlights. (also good check point to see how your layers are organized).

Step 14

Select the brush tool and ensure brush settings are a soft round brush with a hardness of 0% for the highlight effect. (if you click the brush image you can see my settings better)

Step 15

Select the dropper tool and pick a color from the gradient image. I usually pick the darkest colors available as it will have the best dodge effect for highlights. Since this is pink/redish I only have one highlight color but if you were doing a green/blue gradient you would pick the darkest from both. (ignore the purple here its not being used)

Step 16

Create highlights with brush tool. Do a few tests placements randomly around the image for positioning and then swap the blend mode to either color dodge or linear dodge. I usually do color dodge. You will get awesome highlights like below. You can play with the sizing of the brushes and opacity to decrease the effect.

Step 17 & 18

Export as PNG. Do this even if you want to make a gif as I always recommend a clean canvas for gif making. If you want to be done here and don't want a gif thats fine too. File > Export > Quick Export as PNG (do not save as jpeg/gif you will lose image quality).

Repeat for second image. You don't need to open a new file unless it helps you to not get confused. You can just make a new layer and paste your new image into that layer (if you just right click copy the file in the window/finder folder you can directly paste it into a layer in PS) and use the transform tool to resize. However you can totally just open the image in PS. The benefit of same canvas is you save yourself some time as you can just duplicate gradient layers/adjustment layers and move them. But this is kinda more advanced so if you aren't comfortable with photoshop just make a new image.

Step 18-19

Create new file/open one of the PNG in PS (more advanced can just create new layer, select image, then copy > copy merged and paste on new file for each. Otherwise open one file, create a new layer then copy the other file. The bottom later will be the first image in the gif.

Create Frame Animation on the timeline window. (if the timeline window does not appear then window > timeline) *note* if this is your first time working with the window it may be set to "create video timeline", if that's the case create it then from the frame menu (in step 23 theres an example of where this is) select "convert to frame animation".

If done correctly your setup should look like the below with two images. One for each layer and one for each frame.

MAKE SURE PROPAGATE FRAME ONE BOX IS CHECKED IN THE LAYERS WINDOW.

lmao, not to be dramatic but this ensures most effects you would add to frame 1 (which corresponds to layer 1) is applied to all frames. I'm not too sure its super vital for this super basic gif I'm showing you but its better to get in the habit of always having it checked. otherwise it will fuck you over later down the line in my next tutorial where I show how to add frames to gifs.

Step 20

Select both layers, then select both frames (ctrl/cmd) and finally select tween from the timeline window. It is the multi-faded dot option on the bar below.

Step 21

Add Frames to Tween. Tween is the fading effect adding more frames is the longer the fading effect is. I added 20 for this step, you can play around and add more or less.

Once you do that you can see 20 new frames being added onto the timeline. This will not automatically add new layers, this is fine. Frames and layers don't need to be a 1-to-1. (Another reason why propagate frame 1 needs to be checked as you can still adjust those layerless frames by adjusting frame 1's layer)

Step 22

Adding delays. Automatically the delay on every frame is at zero. But especially if you have text you want people to be able to read that so you need to add in a delay. Your delays can be in increments of 1/10th of a second. I add a 1 second delay to the first frame only.

Step 23

Select and Copy the first frame and then select the last frame and Paste. A paste window will appear in this case we want to paste after selection. I circled where the menu for frames are. (sorry used a different gif as an example so ignore everything but the circled menu)

Step 24

Adding additional delays. I add a 1 second delay to the last two frames.

Step 25

Add more Tween I added 5 frames this time as we want the transition to be much quicker to reset the image. You can see frame 23 in the previous step are now frame 28.

You can add more images in than 2 and follow these steps to add tweening.

DONE! Now to save.

Step 26

Export your gif. File > Export > Save for Web (Legacy) and the screen below should pop up. Here are the settings I use for gifs. You can play around with it but I really wouldn't lol. (again ignore image size, this is from a different gif) it will also tell you how big in file weight your gif is. This isn't something you have to worry about for something simple but the bigger the image size and the more transitions/images you use the more frames you will have. Reducing image size (make sure chain link is on like in the below) will take off more sizing then removing frames will and I would recommend that. But tumblr allows 10MB MAX per gif so just something to keep in mind.

Let me know how this was! If you have questions just drop me an ask. ❤

#✩𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉•𝔱𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔩𝔰 #✩𝓀𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒶𝓉•𝕘𝕗𝕩 #gfx #fic banners #tutorials #resources #photoshop tutorial #manga edit #edits #fan fic writing #fic writing #anime edits #manga edits

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linabirb · 11 months ago

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how to write characters, voice dramas and mvs for your ocgram! (kind of? sort of? i'm not an expert?)

do you want to make an ocgram? do you have no idea where to start? maybe you don't know how to come up with characters for your ocgram? voice dramas are way too hard to write? how the hell are you even supposed to write mvs??

well hello there! i hope this guide can help you with doing just that!

as someone who has an ocgram (@linagram hi) and is currently trying to get everything prepared for season 3, i also was struggling. a lot. i'm kinda getting better at organizing everything now, but still, all the work you need or supposed to do for ocgram can be overwhelming, especially if you don't really have much prepared at the moment and you're just getting started.

before we proceed, if you're able to make art, edits or any other visuals for your ocgram, i recommend checking out this guide by @tsuwmya, it has a lot of useful info, references and resources. if you can't do any of that, that's fine too! you having fun with creating is more important and if you don't have the ability to create visuals, that's perfectly understandable. this guide is more about the writing part anyway, haha.

let's get started!

(warning for some spoilers for the milgram novels (at least the first one) just in case!)

this guide will be separated into parts so that it's easier to understand and you can find the part that you think is the most difficult one for you.

worldbuilding.

before we start working on characters and voice dramas, let's say you're just starting out. you want to make an ocgram, but you don't even know where to begin!

now, this is probably going to sound a little scary, but what i recommend doing before writing characters, vds and mvs is some worldbuilding. no, no, i'm not telling you to figure out everything about your ocgram lore (but if you want to, feel free to do so! i actually think it's gonna help you a lot in the future), but try to answer these questions first.

"when does your ocgram take place?"

it can be as specific as a certain date or it can be as vague as "some time before/after canongram". canongram lore doesn't really give us much info to work with so you can go wild. but figuring out even something as simple as whether your ocgram takes place before canongram or after can actually help you a lot!

"is your ocgram closer to canongram or novelgram?"

the music project and the novels' settings have their differences and both settings have their strengths. you don't have to write mvs for the novels-like ocgram, though you will still have to write the memory scenes. also, for a novel-like ocgram your characters are expected to be named after some sort of adjective that could describe their personality or be a reference to their crime/backstory (example: "nervous", "gentle", "two-side"), but their names are still supposed to be revealed closer to the end. meanwhile canongram uses the voice dramas, timeline convos and mvs (and apparently earbuds voicelines) to tell you more about the characters. figuring out the "format" of your ocgram like that can help you a lot too.

now, you have figured out these details. great! if you're feeling like writing more about how your ocgram works, let's think about these parts more.

is your ocgram just like the milgram project you've chosen as a "base"? maybe it even has the same jackalope? is the guard still named "es"? maybe there's more than one guard and more or less than ten (or five in case of novelgram, if i remember correctly) prisoners? does the prison still look exactly the same? maybe something has changed over the months or years? all of this depends on your own preferences and what you decide to do with the story. you can make your ocgram as different from canongram or as similar as you like.

again, we don't know much about canongram at the moment, so don't be afraid of coming up with the whole backstory for the prison.

when you feel like your world is ready, it's time to fill it with characters!

characters.

oh boy, the fun begins. i'm not your mom, so you can do anything you want with your ocs, but if you don't have any character concepts in mind and you don't know what to do, here are some tips!

(we're going with the canongram formula here, but you can adjust it as needed)

as you probably already know, the canongram prisoner pairs have some sort of theme. both haruka and yuno's crimes have something to do with children. both fuuta and muu's crimes have something to do with bullying. you see what i mean. figuring out themes for your prisoners could be a nice start if you don't really have any characters in mind. pick themes that sound interesting to you and that you would like to explore more.

let's go with the theme of "luck" for example. how can two (or one, or three, or any number, really) prisoners share the same theme? how can you show that? maybe one of them is really lucky and the other one is extremely unlucky?

okay, but here's the fun part. how can you apply this theme to murder? maybe one of them was able to successfully get away with murder, meanwhile the other one accidentally killed someone because of their bad luck? and this way you can come up with really cool characters even if you didn't have any ideas in mind before that!

okay, so the milgram's whole thing is that all characters are morally gray in some way. and the character's moral "grayness" is a spectrum. for example, it can go from "eh, they shouldn't be here, honestly" white to "okay this one is kinda fucked up" gray to "JAIL. NOW. OH WAIT YOU ALREADY ARE THERE" black. but again, even the sweetest and kindest characters should have their questionable moments and even the scariest and most dangerous ones should have moments that make you feel sorry for them.

let's take some canongram prisoners as an example. we have haruka. an adorable squishy blorbo, everyone's skrunkly, the guy who everybody kins. don't you feel sorry for him? don't you want to give him a hug? oh, he kills animals, by the way. he also killed a young girl. just so you know.

now, we have muu. a spoiled teenage girl who always get the things she wants and is proud of it. a girl who literally said she's okay with haruka killing himself for her. literally has a song called "it's not my fault". cries every time a minor inconvenience happens and whenever someone suggests something to her, she just goes "i don't wanna..". her father is a landlord. except she also got bullied by her own friends, doesn't understand how real friendships and human connections work, still brings haruka food and checks up on him when nobody else does and it's heavily implied she actually does feel guilty for killing rei. yeah.

my own personal formula goes like this: i come up with a character. i write some things about them and then i take a look at their crime and personality and if i feel like they're a bit too sympathetic, i add a little bit of spice so that it isn't so easy to forgive them.

let's take my oc aimi for example!

she's such a cutie, isn't she? she's also a victim of bullying too.. oh, also she has the biggest number of victims out of all my prisoners. she also seems to be very obsessed with the concept of friendship and if you refuse to be her friend, she will not take it well. she will most likely try to kill all other prisoners in season 3 or at least hurt them in some way because she doesn't see them as friends anymore. she's been voted innocent twice. she has way too much power in her hands at the moment.

okay! now, let's take my oc kei!

a pretty guy! seems like the flirty type. oh, by the way, he takes photos of people being tortured and that's how he makes money (not counting his job as. well. a normal photographer). "oh, well, maybe he didn't have a choice-" he did. he literally does it because he wants to. he likes it. he enjoys it more than his boss. he likes seeing people in pain and believes that hurting someone means showing you love them. he physically and emotionally abused his own little brother for years and the poor guy still can't walk and move properly because of it. he has five victims.

but for some reason, he also has these huge scars on his back. he also was shown crying in his second mv. he was shown as someone helpless and someone who ended up in a very dangerous situation because of his victims. so.. is he the real victim here? or is he just trying to look more pitiful?

i think you're already starting to understand what i mean. of course, you have all the freedom to do anything you want with your characters. make them as dangerous or as cute as you like. but if you want them to have this "milgram vibe", i suggest you try to find "balance" between their traits that make them look forgivable and the ones that make them look unforgivable!

we can't forget about the guards though! does your guard have all their memories intact? do they remember their name, their past, etc? maybe they're just like the canon es and they don't remember anything at all? do they have their own jackalope or maybe they do their job without a fluffy little bunny around? what is their role here? are they more of a "self-insert"/"audience surrogate" or are they their own character with a backstory and everything? maybe they're an active type who has very deep relationship dynamics with the prisoners and talks to them a lot even when they're not interrogating them? or maybe they're just a creacher? maybe they just do their job and don't really talk to them? they're just standing there.. menacingly.. all of this is up to you to decide!

of course, the relationship dynamics between the characters are very important! first of all, look at your overall cast, when you're done with them. what kind of relationship do you imagine them having? maybe you see them as a found family? maybe all of them are friends? maybe all of them are kissing passionately in the moonlight? maybe all of them hate each other? maybe they even don't care about each other at all! again, it's all your choice and it depends on what kind of characters you're working with.

if you're stuck and you're not sure where to begin, i think a good start would be taking a look at your prisoner pairs and try to figure out the dynamic between the prisoners from each pair. what are their parallels like? how similar are they? how different? do they like each other because of their similarities/differences or they hate each other because of them?

okay, so when you're done with characters, a much scarier part appears.

plot.

so, what do you write first? is it the voice dramas? maybe mvs?

i think it really depends on a person and what you personally find most comfortable, but from my own experience i actually would advise you to work on the vds and mvs first before writing and posting a character's profile.

you see, it's possible that while you're in the process of writing the voice drama, you will notice that the character's personality is much different from what you had written in their profile and originally had in mind for them. of course, it doesn't mean that it will definitely happen to you, but this happened to a lot of my ocs, haha.

so that this doesn't happen but you also have an idea of how your character is supposed to act, try writing down or simply making a mental note about your oc's main personality traits. maybe they're the most extroverted one? maybe they get tired easily? maybe they flirt with everyone they meet? keep those traits in mind, but also give yourself the freedom to explore their character and make them more deep in the process. maybe while you write the most extroverted prisoner's voice drama, you will realize that they actually don't like other prisoners that much or while you write the sleepy prisoner's voice drama, you will get an idea about them not wanting to face their reality and use sleeping as a method of escapism.

if it helps, i personally work on my ocgram in this order: voice dramas > music videos > character profiles, but of course, you can adjust it to your preference.

i think it should be obvious that you should work on the characters' crimes and backstories before you actually start writing the voice dramas and posting stuff about them. sure, you can make it up as you go, if you're confident enough, but i strongly recommend you have a plan or at least a concept of what your character's crime is supposed to be. it will make everything much easier for you!

about backstories: you don't have to, i don't know, come up with names for every single member of your character's family, but i recommend thinking about your oc's backstory outside of their crime. what was their childhood like? what about their teenage years? do they have any friends? what's their relationship with their family like? all these details can help you understand your character's motives, personality, crime and other stuff. also it's simply fun!

so, let's start with the voice dramas.

voice dramas.

(i've also answered a vd-related question here!)

voice dramas can be very hard to write, so let's think about what makes them hard for you first.

maybe you just don't have any ideas? maybe you don't know what the characters are supposed to talk about?

what personally helps me when i start writing the voice dramas is asking myself this question:

"why are these guys even here?"

probably sounds weird, but if you think about it, it actually makes everything a little easier to understand.

why is the guard here? most likely to interrogate the prisoner.

why is the prisoner here? most likely to answer the guard's questions.

okay, we're getting somewhere.

now, how would your guard interrogate the prisoner? of course, it really depends on your guard's personality. maybe they would try to make the prisoner feel more comfortable? or would they rather threaten them and scare them?

now, let's add the prisoner's personality to this equation. what is your prisoner like? how would they react to the guard's questions? what do they think about the guard? are they scared of them? maybe they want to be friends with them? what do they think about milgram in general?

let's put these personalities in one room now and give them a moment. how will they interact? what will they think about each other?

if you're not sure what your guard is supposed to ask about, you can always use the canon voice dramas for reference, but my personal method is simply thinking about what my guard is most concerned about or interested in. and yes, this goes for the guards who don't care about anything too!

maybe your guard wants to make sure the prisoners are doing okay? in this case, they'd probably want to ask about how they're feeling first. or maybe your guard is more focused on the prisoner's crime. then they'd probably start asking about that right away.

okay, your guard has asked a question! how will the prisoner answer?

depending on your prisoner's crime, personality and backstory, they may be okay with revealing some things, but would never want to talk about something else. maybe they're okay with talking about their murder method, their victim and all, but they will never tell you what their motive is. if you're only getting started with the first season, try to reveal something they're okay with first! then you can talk about the other things in later seasons.

what helps me a lot is separating my prisoners' crimes into parts and sort of.. figuring out which parts should be revealed very early and which ones should be saved for later.

for example, maybe we can reveal the prisoner's murder weapon and method in the first season, their victim's identity in the second one and their motive in the third one.

what also helps me with writing the voice dramas is simply "visualizing" everything and imagining how it would go in a visual novel, anime, actual voice drama, etc. also remember that since it's a voice drama, you're kinda supposed to tell everything through sounds and, well, voices! so for example, if you want to tell the reader that the prisoner is nervous, maybe you can make the guard say "you look nervous" or simply make the prisoner say "i'm kinda nervous".

music videos.

mvs are something everyone does a bit differently. maybe you can actually draw/animate your prisoners' mvs. maybe you can write song lyrics for them. maybe you can simply write their mvs' descriptions. it all depends on your skills and what you're working with. so here i will simply talk about how to come up with an idea for a music video.

firstly, what are you supposed to reveal in your prisoner's mv? is it their murder method? is it their victim's identity? maybe something else? keep that in mind so that it's easier for you to drop hints to that thing.

now, what can we do for the visual part? is there anything you associate with the prisoner? a certain theme, aesthetic, etc? even simple objects can help, think about how many canongram prisoners have an object as their "theme": yuno has balloons, muu has an hourglass, kazui has an apple, etc. now, try to think how you can reveal something about the prisoner through this theme. for example, in yuno's case, balloons are a reference to her pregnancy. milgram loves symbolism, so take advantage of that, haha.

what also helps me a lot is simply listening to music that i associate with that prisoner and kinda coming up with music videos in the process. watching actual music videos can also help when you're looking for inspiration.

also, don't forget that everyone's music videos literally come from their brains. what does your prisoner think about their crime? what do they remember about it? how do they feel about it? do they feel guilty? do they feel like they've done nothing wrong? do they wish to forget it? do they see it as their biggest achievement? it can also help with writing song lyrics, if you're doing that.

if you're writing a mv description and you're not drawing/animating a music video, i would advise you to try to describe as many things as possible, as long as it's important. yes, we all love noticing small details while rewatching the milgram mvs, we all love the tiny things that are important for understanding the character's crime, but sadly, if we can't see it, how else are we supposed to know about it? so yeah, if the color of the curtains is important in your story, you should describe it too.

anddddd i think that's all for now! this is mostly done for people who haven't gotten to the second/third seasons of their ocgrams yet, so stuff like the prisoners' reactions to their verdicts, their punishments, etc, is not here. but you can ask me about it (and if you have any other questions, you can also ask me)!

hopefully this helps someone <3

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youredyingthatsallthereis · 2 months ago

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kinktober day 9: public

hello! i know the prompt for today on the list im using is edging, but two of the last three things i posted before october happened to be edging pieces so at the risk of being too repetitive i decided to go for t4t soapghost gettin down in a public mens room instead. pls enjoy :)

additional tags: soap has had meta bottom surgery, ghost is non op top & bottom, ass eating, anal fingering, blow jobs, almost getting caught, risky behavior, ghost has tattoos

mood music if u please | read on AO3 | nonsenseafterdark's prompt list! | word count: 1590

soap was washing his hands in the teeny mens room, seriously contemplating either going back out to the bar and getting completely obliterated or just skipping out the back door to go home and jerk off. he hadn't wanted to come out with everyone anyway, but he knew he'd fucked up when the moment he'd sat down at the table he'd looked up to see ghost staring him down over the top of the surgical mask he'd opted for this evening.

soap had been trying to ignore the looks, the touches, the obvious lingering for months now, but his resolve had been thin at the beginning and had received no reinforcement since.

he shut the water off and sighed. telling himself to save the money and just go home and jerk off instead, but the second he turned and unlocked the door it swung open and who but lieutenant riley stepped in across the threshold, almost whacking him in the face.

soap felt his stomach drop but stood stiff at the forced proximity. "riley."

"captain," ghost greeted him. "was wonderin' what was takin' you so long back here."

"i'm an adult man, riley, i can take a piss for as long as i please," soap said flatly. "now get out the way," he added, waving a hand to ask ghost to move so he could go home.

"are you going to leave?"

soap closed his eyes and sighed. he generally prided himself on not being easy to read, but somehow simon riley had his fuckin' number, especially when they were in civilian settings. "the fuck does it matter?" he asked exasperatedly. he could be home with his hand in his pants already, but instead he was in the worlds smallest mens room staring at the most irresistible temptation that had ever waltzed into his life.

to make matters worse, ghost took a few slow steps towards him, like he was afraid that if he moved too quickly soap would scare off like a wild animal. "rather you not is all, sir," he said, now standing so close that soap could smell his aftershave even through his mask "can't stand being in places like this without you."

soap looked him up and down as best he could without moving his head. "what're ye gettin' at, simon?"

the name had just slipped out, but the effect was instant: ghost's eyes widened slightly and his entire body perked up at hearing his first name come out of his captain's mouth, something that happened rarely and only when they were totally alone together.

"suppose i'd just rather you stay is all," ghost said, and after hesitating only a fraction of a second he took one more half step forward, delicately putting his fingertips on soap's chest. "sir" he added, eyes flicking between soaps eyes and lips.

"what are you doing, simon?"

ghost pulled his mask down, breathing a bit harder than the situation warranted through slightly parted lips. "guess."

soap slammed him up against the bathroom door, pinning his hands up over his head. "if i didn't know any better i'd say you're comin' on to your fuckin captain," soap growled, just barely hovering over ghosts mouth, "like an insubordinate slag."

ghost practically beamed, painfully smug for someone pinned up against a door by a guy who had ten pounds on him. "i was starting to think you'd never notice, sir - "

soap snapped; he was on him in a moment, silencing him with a harsh kiss that ghost seemed all too eager for.

deciding that fuck it, if he was going that far he might as well go all the way, soap used his free hand to grab ghost's crotch, rubbing up on his tdick through his trousers. ghost moaned loud, far too loudly for being in a public restroom, and soap kissed him harder too as if that would somehow make him quiet down.

ghost shamelessly spread his legs a bit and rutted up against soap's palm. "gonna take me right here, sir? have me right here; right now?" ghost breathed, clearly putting everything he had into tempting soap, apparently not realizing just how far gone soap already was.

"you'd like that, wouldn't you," soap said, and still keeping one hand holding ghost's over his head, he reached down with the other to undo his trousers and slip into his pants.

ghost moaned again, and soap reflexively let go of his wrists to clap a hand over his mouth. "moanin' like a fuckin' whore, riley, whole bar's gonna hear you if you keep that up," soap chastised as he ran two fingers up and down his folds, slicking him up to start jerking him off.

"hnggh." soap moved his hand to rest on ghost's throat. "only a problem if anyone saw me follow you in here," he teased, biting his lip to stifle another groan while soap kept working him.

soap shook his head; he'd had a feeling from ghost's behavior that he'd be like this but was somehow still almost surprised. "bend over the sink," he said, pulling his hand back with no warning and stepping to the side.

ghost looked positively thrilled and did as he was told with no back talk. soap moved behind him and as he pushed down the waistband of ghosts pants and trousers realized he had a -

"a fuckin tramp stamp?"

"i'd hardly call them that, but whatever makes you happy sir," ghost said, wiggling his arse just a bit so that the two scorpions just above his pelvis swayed back and forth a bit. "besides, more where that came from if inks your thing."

soap rolled his eyes and yanked ghost's pants down with no further comment, getting down on his knees so that the soles of his boots were barely up against the door.

"oooh cap, if i knew you'd offer i'd have - "

"shut up, simon." soap spread his cheeks and licked over his arsehole; he could hear ghost gasp into his own palm at the sensation.

"nice and quiet now," soap said, spreading him further and not hesitating to eat his fill.

it didnt take long before ghost was writhing and whining under soaps tongue; soon he had two fingers in ghost's arse and the lieutenant was gripping the sink hard enough that soap, if he had noticed, would have been concerned about it breaking.

he pulled back for a second to tell him: "jerk off, riley, get yourself off for me."

"yessir - " so smug earlier, ghost sounded almost wrecked now, the affirmative slipping out like hot honey while ghost quickly got a hand on himself to do as he was told.

soap kept up a steady pace working in and out of his arse while he did, pushing him closer and closer -

KNOCK KNOCK

"OCCUPIED!"

ghost paused touching himself to hold back a chuckle. "bit obvious there, sir - "

"shut up and keep touchin' yourself," soap demanded, pushing his fingers back deeper into ghost's arse. the lieutenant's head dropped back down and he moaned into his fist again.

soap got his free hand on his own cock, full-body shuddering at finally getting some friction against where he was aching for it while ghost rocked back onto his fingers and tongue until the lieutenant gasped and clenched hard around him, knees knocking together and back arching through an orgasm.

soap pulled his fingers out and gave his hole one last firm lick before he stood up, cock still in his free hand. "alright?"

ghost heaved a breath and pushed himself back mostly upright. "'alright?' he says, as if he didnt just have his tongue in my arse," ghost said turning to face him. his eyes quickly dropped to soaps cock and he dropped to his knees even faster. "please sir?" he said, hiking his pants up and shuffling forward.

soap planted his feet and leaned back against the door. "have at it, then," he said, nodding at his dick.

he'd also had a hunch about this, but it still felt good to be right: ghost sucked dick like a champ, making sure every inch of him got all the attention it deserved, letting soap fuck into his mouth and rut up against his tongue, tracing careful circles around his tip and -

the knob twisted and with sudden pressure up against soaps back, he drove his heels down hard into the floor and pushed back against the door. "GIVE US A MOMENT!" he hollered, again much too loudly, cursing himself for not having locked the fuckin' door.

"come on, si, be good for me," he urged ghost on, "let me cum in your mouth now and i'll fill up your pussy later - "

ghost buried his face in soap's bush, letting out a pleasured groan at the suggestion, and kept working him with his tongue until -

"shit - "

soap tried not to tear at his hair while he came, half bent over the top of ghost's head from the stimulation that was quickly moving towards painful, thighs tensing and flexing while he tried not to make excessive noise.

he finally let go of ghost, hastily moving to pull his trousers back up and urging ghost to do the same. "sure everyone's fuckin' noticed we're gone by now," he said, knowing no one would have the nerve to ask him to his face.

ghost chuckled, pants redone, attempting to smooth out his hair. "hopefully whoever you said 'give us a moment' to wasn't someone we're here with." he leaned over and kissed soap on the cheek. "sir."

#hardstyle's kinktober 2024 #<- if youre sick of seeing me thats the tag ill be using on all my pieces that you can mute #sorry i couldnt resist the music #thats the title im giving it on ao3 too #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #09 soapghost #simon ghost riley #captain john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #modern warfare 2 (2009)#theres at least one more ghoap this month but idk how many more it will be

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gothamusing · 1 month ago

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THE PENGUIN, EPISODE THREE. a collection of memes derived from episode three of the penguin series, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal. (18+).

i know, i know. i'm late. don't kill me.

he's taking advantage of you.

i gotta go.

we have a lot of food.

why are you telling us this?

i can't wait to get out of this shithole.

from up here... it's kinda nice.

i like it here.

this city's wild.

is this you trying to be smooth?

are those bombs?

where's your head at?

as far as i'm concerned, it's ancient history.

you fսckеd up. huge.

how's anyone supposed know your worth unless you tell 'em, huh?

i was just thinking about you.

what'd i miss?

i like your place.

you're driving.

just like old times.

you do anything stupid, i'll sense it.

wanna tell me what's going on here?

tell your men to be careful.

the fuck you cooking in here?

the fսck d'you just say to me?

you seem to know everybody's business.

i'm sorry i didn't call.

i'm just glad you're safe.

this place is bougie.

you look good.

i missed you.

we gotta take care of ourselves now.

you've got a good thing going here.

nothing good can come from working for a guy like that.

you sound like my dad.

this business ain't your business.

take a fucking hint.

look, honey, i know you're not right in the head. i mean, that's pretty damn clear. but i'm not scared of you.

all i see is a spoiled brat who got what she deserved.

didn't know you were carrying...

sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness.

i told you not to show your face till you had my money.

you think i give a fuck?

where's my cut?

i got a real opportunity for you here, but it's kinda hard to focus with a gun pointed at my face.

you know i'm not a rat, right?

is this your car?

i don't have any money.

i always knew it was a matter of time before you made a move.

look at you. you're having fun, i can tell.

alright listen. i got a plan.

you're just gonna have to trust me.

fuck what they think.

the world ain't set up for the honest man to succeed.

your dad would be proud of you.

i need a favor.

congratulations on the nuptials.

don't forget your panties.

so what, are you two working together now?

are you fucking serious?

i thought you knew better than to trust this asshоlе.

you're fun at a card game, or over drinks. i'll give you that. but people don't keep you around because they think you're smart.

people keep you around as entertainment, because everybody knows you're a goddamn joke.

make the fucking call.

security knows who you are.

go on, do your thing.

i wouldn't ask you to do this if i didn't know you could handle it.

i believe in you.

we're gonna be untouchable.

i can't tell who wants this more: me or you.

i want this for you.

you say all the right things, don't you?

was it worth it?

did you get everything you wanted?

he didn't say anything i don't already know.

i asked you a question.

when he died, i opened a bottle of champagne.

we have more in common than you might think.

how can i trust you when i know where you've been?

my time in arkham gives you pause.

the world as they knew it is gone.

i have to get back to work.

take a break.

honey, what is wrong with you?

you going somewhere?

i do everything that you ask me to do. alright? i do it all.

what? you too good for this life? huh? that it?

you wanna go, what are ya waiting for? fucking go.

i gave you clothes, money, a place to crash. you got all the opportunity in the world right fucking here, for christ's sake. but this. this is all you feel?

you coulda left whenever you wanted. but you chose to stay.

fuck you.

you don't deserve this.

is it done?

i'm sure that you'll manage just fine without me.

i fսckеd you over. that what you wanna hear?

tell me that's not your attempt at an apology.

i thought i was looking out for you.

you see the way people look at me. right? i know you do.

it was worth it.

that don't mean nothin' to you, but it does to me.

i don't regret what i got.

i'm fucking sorry for everything that's happened to you.

you meant something to me. still do. and i fսckеd it up.

i don't know where to go from here.

i don't know how to trust you.

#memes.

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loth-creatures · 3 months ago

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I’d love to hear your wall of text about the Sion’s voyage!

Aight, so if there's one thing I hated about the show it's that the journey to a whole ass new galaxy felt like it took 5 minutes. So in my star war it takes roughly 7 weeks and it fucking SUCKS

Disclaimer; this is just a huge mess from my head, nothing is set in stone, and I'm only really planning to comicify the last few parts ;)

Also cw for some implied self-harm ideation, terrible coping mechanisms, deteriorating mental health, violence and injuries (just mentioned, not in detail)

To set the scene, they're using the training/rec room as Sabine’s prison bc Wolfbine is too big for the actual brig lol. Much to the entire crew's irritation. The first week or two they just handcuff her in a corner at blasterpoint whenever they want to use it I guess, and find a closet to lock loose equipment in. At least she gets some entertainment. She probably also gets beat up a few times (you should see the other guy) for commenting on people's techniques. But eventually they decide she probably won't try anything and stop caring she's there, so she's left alone for the most part.

She spends a lot of time working out, bc otherwise she is strongly considering bashing her head into the wall. Having to sit alone as a human and pace in circles as a wolf for days on end with the weight of her decision and all kinds of fresh guilt is doing terrible things to her head...She is also spending a lot of time trying and failing not to sob and scream in the shower when no one's around. There is also a viewport in the rec room and Sabine spends an unhealthy amount of time staring into the rainbow swirl of hyperspace. She can't tell whether or not she's hallucinating the strange shapes that occasionally drift into view, singing strange songs that she can feel more than hear. It reminds her of the ocean and she shudders and dreams of drowning, being crushed by the depths. And she dreams of Ezra alone and lost in this void. There's no easy way to break free of such thoughts when she's essentially trapped in a fish bowl.

Meanwhile, Shin hates Sabine even more now for making her a Wolfwalker. She is not adjusting well to turning into a giant beast every time she tries to sleep and on a cramped vessel with little space to stretch those legs. Having been bitten only just before boarding the Sion, she hasn't had the chance to run wild for miles with the wind in her fur; all she knows is that the journey feels twice as long and horrid when she's consious 24/7. Baylan, on the other hand, is like DO YOU REALIZE HOW AWESOME THIS IS?! YOU SHOULD BE THANKING HER. He's not jealous persay, but. Well. Careful what you wish for...

Wolf Sabine and Shin are both getting major zoochosis smh. It's a miracle Shin hasn't killed a random crew member yet. Wolfbine behaves for maybe a week before she starts chewing up the flooring and howling and screaming husky style just to be a little shit. See how long it takes before someone threatens to shoot her, muzzle her, throw her out the airlock (not long). She can't afford to antagonize the crew too much bc there is only one person on the entire ship who wants her there and he has limited authority. Baylan is quick to remind her of this.

He also makes several attempts to talk to her and get on better terms, as he would like to learn more about the wolves. He tells her of the old fragments of stories of Wolfwalkers he found in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant and his facsination with them and how chasing such tales lead to his other ambitions. Lowkey info-dumping about all the fairy-tales and mythalogical stuff that Shin never took an interest in. Sabine is deathly bored enough to tolerate it to extent, but she is not forgiving him for 'killing' Ahsoka, for digging in her head, for putting her in this situation, and she is absolutely kicking herself for having bitten Shin. For letting anyone affiliated with the Empire close to Lothal's secrets. Too her it's put a deep crack through her promise to protect Lothal, perhaps not as much as having given Thrawn a way home, but she's going to try her damnest to undo that one, and shoves that looming guilt aside as best she can, instead spiraling about the fact that she made Shin a Wolfwalker and short of killing her there is no undoing that. So most of her conversations with Baylan end with telling him to go fuck himself.

Just now realizing I've never gone into detail about why Sabine bit Shin. It was a complete accident. Split second reaction out of pain after taking another small slice from Shin’s lightsaber during their fight on Seatos, which she was able to heal herself but it slowed her down enough for Shin to escape. With a nasty little nip to the arm.

That all said Sabine does not want to kill Shin, in fact she's just starting to feel sorry for her. Shin might be all MY ARCH NEMESIS SABINE WREN, but from the beginning Sabine is just like ugh can this random chick stop making my life harder 🙄

And if she's this miserable as a wolf rn, she can imagine what Shin's going through as a first timer, which is all her fault :( plus the fact that as wolves they are instinctively drawn to other wolves and each of their suffering seems to exacerbate the other's. They are both so lonely. 2 weeks in and (human)Sabine is bored and desperate enough to try heckling Shin into sparring with her, on the rare occasion she passes by (Shin’s been avoiding that room). 3 weeks in and Shin's gotten bored and desperate enough to accept the invitation.

I hc that during a friendly match, most Force-users will refrain from using the Force against a non-Force-user for the most part. Shin is not interested in friendly and absolutely hammers Sabine unless Baylan is there to remind her to play nice. Sabine is fine with this. She wants Shin to use the Force (come at me bro). If anyone's gonna be holding back it's Sabine. She wants to get as familiar as possible with Shin's fighting skill and habits without revealing the full extent of her own, while also slowly learning to anticipate and work around Shin’s use of the Force. That way she'll have an advantage the next time they fight for reals. It's difficult to impossible to hold back though, while still presenting enough of a challenge to keep Shin coming back for more.

While Sabine is more experienced, with a wider range of techniques and more refined skill, Shin is still skilled and powerful and it's hardly a fair fight without her armor and gear. She gets her shit rocked.

Sabine is very rarely able to beat Shin when she's using the Force. But she can withstand her. Many of their fights don't end with a quick, decisive victory so much as Shin just wearing Sabine down until she physically can't fight anymore though she refuses to tap out or surrender. Because for one, it's pissing Shin off, which is fun. And for two, ending the fight means returning to the hell that is sitting alone and staring out that window until it makes her sick in the head. She would kill a man for a single can of paint.

While Shin is toying with Sabine and using her as a bunching bag on the basis that she asked for it, keeps asking for it, doesn't know when to give up, and totally deserves it 😤, she is no easy opponent and Shin is continuously shocked by Sabine's ability to survive her. She was supposed to be just another enemy to tear through, yet has survived two murder attempts, and Shin is now stuck with her on this godforsaken ship for some reason, and she doesn't even have the grace to admit when she's defeated. Unstoppable force has met unmovable object.

Shin simultaneously resents and admires her, though doesn't quite respect her yet. And she definitely fears her a little (though she would never admit that). I kinda get the vibe that Shin’s never really lost a fight, has never truly been left for dead at the end of a battle, and the thought terrifies her. Either she is invincible or she is dead. Meanwhile Sabine can be coughing up blood and she'll be like 'cool see you tmr'✌️😎 The fact that Shin probably deleted one of Sabine's kidneys on Lothal and she seems hardly intimidated is well. Intimidating. And annoying. And hot.

I feel like at some point Baylan would point out that Shin could probably learn a thing or two from Sabine if she would stop beating the shit out of her for two seconds. Shin is already aware of that but doesn't want to admit it.

Meanwhile Sabine just doesn't care anymore what happens to her as long as she lives long enough to get off this accursed vessel, doesn't care how hurt she gets, as long as it passes the time and distracts her from her spiraling thoughts. She's offered a medic multiple times and refuses each time. She doesn't want them seeing the full extent of her injuries and then finding out she can heal herself with the wolf-magic, bc the Empire doesn't need to know about that. She only heals the worst injuries and then gaslights Shin about it. 'You did not break any ribs lol I'm fine quit flattering yourself.' Shin’s like how the fuck are you still standing.

This routine of brutally taking out their frustrations on each other is gonna get old though, and is completely unsustainable. Eventually Shin’s convinced that Sabine is just using her for pain. Which isn't wrong even if it's not the only or even primary reason Sabine keeps asking. Sabine calls her out on fighting like a coward and enjoying hurting her anyway. Shin goes and sulks for a few days after that (not without punching Sabine in face first).

Ok time out. What the hell is Shin’s deal anyway. I have only some half-baked ideas about Baylan and Shin’s...thing. They're like the closest thing we've gotten to 'grey Jedi?' I guess? I've been operating under the assumption that that's what they're essentially trying to be (though it's not what they'd call themselves), something more than Jedi, Baylan says, and that 'more' is just chasing power. They will inevitably fall completely. Probably need to watch the show again to get a better read on them tbh but I would rather not. It will hurt my feelings again :( Baylan is like the mountain. He's calm, he's steady and the darkness erodes him slowly. He thinks he's successfully toeing the line with the dark side, but his faults are most evident in Shin's training. She is like a hurricane. The Force rips through her, chaotic and volatile and her control is iron yet brittle. She hasn't known inner peace a day in her life. She just taught herself restraint in the sense that she suppresses her power until she needs it to plow through her enemies. She will fall far more quickly than her master. Baylan's teachings follow the Jedi's to an extent but once the darkness is let in, those lessons become skewed and contradicted, and Shin is a mess because of it, only mirroring her master's control on the surface. Baylan isn't the worst teacher but he is not a good one. While Shin loves and trusts Baylan, she is getting tired and frustrated following his mysterious whispers of legends to an end he never explains clearly. And she is afraid.

ANYWAY, once Shin’s done sulking, one of these days her and Sabine are gonna have a genuine conversation or two and maybe agree to an actually friendly sparring match in which they agree to not just blindly pulverize each other. They take breaks and drink water and tend to their wounds like adults. And Sabine is like you know, we could just. Hang out. As wolves at least. It would suck sooo much less if you'd come play with me as a wolf xoxo. They slowly transition into a more definitive Truce.

Shin does start hanging out in the rec room as a wolf. Sabine still isn't volunteering info on the wolf magic but she does talk about what its like being wolfwalker in general. They tussel and chase each other around, often getting too rough but also loud enough that someone will come yell at them to stfu before they really hurt each other. It's much easier to take naps as wolves too after they've had a chance to burn some energy which makes the entire ship more peaceful.

However, you can't just be the first vessel in centuries to cross between galaxies and not have some kind of disaster right? Well it turns out the strange shapes out the viewport were not hallucinations. The Sion is essentially traveling through the cosmic deep ocean and there are bigger, older things than even the Purrgil out there. Nothing has an interest in attacking the Sion, but at some point something very large drifts close enough to jolt the Sion off course and shorts out the entire system. This ends up forcing them to drop out of hyperspace in the middle of absolute fucking nowhere.

It takes a few days to get the ship running again and recalculate the jump. And here's where Sabine gets to be a hero and earn some respect around here, bc most of their mechanics are droids which also shorted out and lost power. Seeing as they are at risk of losing life support, they let Sabine help with repairs and turns out she's one of the best mechanics on board, even considering the newer technology she doesn't have as much experience with. This also allows her to get more familar with the ship and find the best places to hide out when she eventually makes her escape, while simultaneously giving the crew more reason to let their guard down on her. Including Shin.

That first loss of power is the worst but there are several more blackouts along the way. Human Sabine and Shin are almost getting along now. They still don't like each other but they are hooking up (it does not fix them), and playing card games by flashlight and truth or dare. Maybe Shin even scrounges up some art supplies for Bean. Now she can pass the time hiding sharpie dicks all over the place. They are almost friends by the time there are three days left in the journey and Sabine is preparing to make her move.

Baylan was probably the one to initiate letting Sabine have her lightsaber to sparr occasionally. He wanted to test her metal as well. I think it would be interesting if they sparred a couple times. Baylan is much more chivalrous than Shin and also goes into teacher mode about sword fighting. Sabine isn't a novice anymore but he's still far more experienced. Shin is like no no no we are not adopting her Dad NO-

So anyway escape day comes, Sabine almost cronches Baylan to death, and Shin is beyond angry. Mostly at herself for letting her guard down enough to allow this to happen, she didn't really expect Sabine to not pull something like this in the end right? It's stupid to feel betrayed when it was so inevitable. She is still 100% gonna take it out on Sabine though, especially for almost killing her master.

Despite the escape attempt, Thrawn lets Sabine go as he does in the show, in the hope that she'll lead them to Ezra’s human body. He figures if anyone could find him, it would be a fellow wolfwalker who considers him dear enough to risk the fate of her entire galaxy. Everyone else is like you're just letting her go?? After all that??? And Thrawn's just like lol what did you expect from her? That's Sabine Wren. They probably do attempt to scan the ship for sabotage but it's so huge and her kyber bomb is so small and rudimentary that they don't find it.

At this point, Sabine is run utterly ragged. Bedraggled even. Having not slept in 2 days,(no room to wolf in the Sion's walls so she just had to stay awake 💀) suffered a heart attack at Baylan's hand, and got beat up by WolfShin again. She's visibly about to collapse and Thrawn's probably like 'do you...want to spend the night before you go? And a medic?' He knows he's most likely sending her to perish in the wilderness anyway, but was hoping to give her at least a chance at finding human Ezra for them. Sabine says hell no I'm getting out of here before you change your mind.

She rides until she actually does collapse, hides her body as best she can and continues as a wolf. She figures they let her go for a reason, and plans to run in erratic circles all night every night to hopefully throw them off, only later investigating any clues she finds as human for a few sporadic hours in the day. Thrawn does send Shin to track her at a distance. If she happens to find the trail of Wolf!Ezra first, kill her. This hunt through the wild will go on for several days at least, before there's any sign of Ezra.

#lothwolfwalkers #sww asks #sabine wren #shin hati #baylan skoll #thrawn #ahsoka series #wolfwren

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linkeduniverse-writing · 11 months ago

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General LU Headcanons part 1

Heya! So I'm starting this blog with some general headcanons about the boys, I think I'll divide it in three parts so it's not too long. First up are Four, Hyrule, and Legend! Hope you enjoy :D

Part 2 Part 3

Four

It takes him so long to emerge from sleep

Like he'll be in a haze for like 20 minutes, not able to form any coherent thoughts

Which is kind of a surprise because he's one of the early risers, and is super reactive once fully awake

He tends to talk to himself a lot, mostly when he does something or thinks through a problem

It's mostly to exteriorize all the noise inside his head tho

The others aren't as weirded out by it than he feared, and he's thankful for it

Whenever they're in a market or just in a town, he always finds himself drawn to craftsmanship

Like if they need to interrogate people about monsters and stuff, he'll go ask artisans mostly

He feels more comfortable around them

It feels like home

Also he likes to compare his work to other blacksmith's

He feels like he has a lot to learn still, and he's very curious about how the craft has evolved with time

He doesn't know first aid and the scent of blood makes him sick, but if his teammates need tending he'll do his best

He tries to see their wounds as metal work needing repairs

It helps him keep his cool

But he'd rather leave it to someone else

Hyrule

Another early riser, but he hates it

He loves sleeping in and wishes his body would let him sometimes

But oh well, when it's time to wake up it's time to wake up

He's a very light sleeper too, like the wind blowing in the leaves above would wake him up

He hates it

Botany nerd

Loves keeping track of the new plants he finds along the way

He always asks the Link from the Hyrule they're in if he knows about it, and will pick them up if he can't get an answer, to study them later hopefully

He rarely can, but when they have a moment he'll either find a plant book (and a Link who can read it for him) or straight up ask someone if they know about the plant

He's always so polite and genuinely curious, people can't help but answer

He accidentally set Sky's stuff on fire once when showing off his fire magic to Wind

Sky was too impressed to truly be mad at him tho

(Also Hyrule replaced all of the stuff that couldn't be repaired, don't ask him how)

He doesn't mind blood and grime and gore, but can't handle anything with maggots in it

He'll stitch up anything, he'll put bones back in place if necessary, but one bug? In a wound? Don't count on him

He can keep his calm even before the grossest injuries, which is why he's often fixing up the others after a fight

He rarely uses his healing magic tho, he knows he'll tire too easily, and he can't help them if he can barely stay awake

So potions potions potions

He's a gentle caregiver but you better do as he says when you're hurt

Legend

A heavy sleeper, and he dreams a lot, but he never remember them

Probably for the best if you ask him

He usually wakes late, but never truly rested unfortunately

That never stoped him from being immediately efficient and fully awake tho

He knows he has a reputation of being sharp and closed off, but he's a really good listener

He's the kind of person curse the world with you when you vent until you're in the right headspace to find a solution

He kind of encourages the others in their dumbest ideas just to see what'll happen

(not the too dangerous ones, of course)

But he's curious, and after all the adventures he's been through, he believes that if he survived all of this, surely Wild will survive trying to cook a bomb flower

He did, but Twilight almost died of stress

He's the one who helps Warrior with refilling their inventory when they're low on supplies

He's a great negotiator and can get them twice the supplies for the same price

He's sometimes even charming enough to get them all a free meal

It's his favorite skill

He doesn't mind blood but will not look at broken limbs

Not his own, not other's

He tries to keep his cool around the others to not make them panic, but he really hates broken bones

If one of them is hurt, he'll try to distract them and make sure they have water and enough heat

He'll also keep them in place if they move around too much for Hyrule or Warrior to work on them

He's not gentle, but he's still reassuring somehow

#linked universe #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons #lu writing #lu four #lu hyrule #lu legend #i hope its good #im gonna write the rest of them now wish me luck lol

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deathbxnny · 1 year ago

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☆《Returning home to you.》☆

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A/N: Alright so, I'm noticing, that I'm getting really burnt out with writing for hsr recently and to keep my mental health from tanking completely, I've decided to write something for my current Chainsaw man obsession as a small break! I hope you guys will like it!<33

Featured characters: Aki, Denji, Power, Makima

Content: Fluff, established relationship, some angst because it's csm, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》Aki Hayakawa

For Aki, the best time of the day, is him finally being able to come home to you. He never thought that he'd ever find a s/o to return to after a long day of work, as he was always so hellbent on revenge and could die at any given moment due to his occupation. And yet, he still found you, the only person that made living still worth a damn on his hardest days.

You take care of him so well too. You always greet Aki at the door, happily helping him out of his jacket, as you tell him about the mundane things you've done that day. You give him a sense of normalcy he always secretly craved to have deep down. He is starved for attention and knows he's lucky to have you.

The moment he steps through the front door and sees you, he can leave the evil truth of the world behind, until his next shift inevitably begins. Sure, not everything always goes as smoothly and he knows, that this won't last forever. But in your arms, he can pretend that it will.

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》Denji

He sometimes thinks that he's dreaming, whenever he comes home to you. He still can't believe, that he actually achieved everything he always wanted to. He has a pretty s/o, good food and a seemingly better getting life! It's all he wanted and more! So whenever he does come home, he immideatly pulls you into a hug, happily muttering to himself about how proud he is.

He loves it, when you cook food for him. He doesn't care what it is or if it's good. Denji doesn't discriminate and whatever you cook is certainly much better than whatever he was used to. He'll practically praise everything you do for him. As a thank you, he'll get you flowers or gifts. Even if they aren't the best, you still know that he appreciates you greatly.

To him, you are one the first people that gave him the sense of a home. He was always only able to imagine how it must've felt like, but now that he has it for real, he won't let you go. He can't let you go. Not when you make him feel like a loved human for once.

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》Power

It's a miracle, that she even properly finds her way home, after a long day at work. And when does, she's usually muddy or covered with blood, which results in her being forced into a bath, before she dirties the floor you just cleaned. Meowy often watches you struggle with Power, as she calls out for the cats help.

You are her favourite human and should be proud that you are. She tells you so everyday and expects you to thank her, which also earns her a deadpan and a shake of your head. But as much as she acts superior to you, she actually does appreciate everything you do for her. Especially the safe home you provide for her and her cat.

She often therefore thanks you in unconventional ways, like bringing you dead birds or wild flowers she found... she's trying, I promise. But her presence is surely a thank you enough too, right?

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》Makima

Makima comes home calmly and seemingly stress-free. She often always has something to give you and her dogs as well. Pretty flowers for you and treats for them. She always greets you all cheerfully, before just simply demanding hugs and affection from you.

She clinges onto you at home, thanking you for your loyalty and being so good for her, before she helps you out with some house chores. She loves it, when you do domestic things together, as she doesn't really have the need to rest after work.

She never speaks of work with you and you never ask either. She doesn't let any of her "co-workers" know that she has a partner anyways, as you are her little secret. You are a separate part of her life as a devil hunter and the only sense of normalcy she has outside of it. It's why she appreciates you so much and makes sure you always know that, even after she had a long and tiring day.

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A/N: So this is my first time writing for csm characters and I hope it's okay! It honestly helped me feel alot better too!<33

Csm requests are also appreciated!<33

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #csm aki #csm aki x reader #csm denji #csm denji x reader #csm makima #csm makima x reader #csm power #csm power x reader #csm #chainsaw man fanfiction

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enigma-im · 1 year ago

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Walk on the Wild Side

Rating: explicit

Relationship: Werewolf x F!Human

Warning: wild man, poaching, predator/prey play, clingy werewolf

Word count: 10,855

Taking care of animals and the park is a ranger's job. Though it's complicated when a werewolf becomes enamored with you.

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The front door screeches on its old hinges in the front of the Ranger house. I look up from my coffee-making to greet a familiar face.

"Oh hey, Gavin," I look back to my drink, adding the necessary amount of cream. The door shuts behind the man with a loud thwack.

"Good morning, Ms. Alani, what brings you in so early," he asks as he steps up to the counter. I turn around and sip on my coffee, looking at the rugged man before me.

"I could be asking you the same thing," I answer back. He smiles, leaning on his forearms.

"I can't stop by to see my favorite ranger," he flirts. I roll my eyes but can't help the smile. I hide it behind my cup.

"Depends, are you sugaring me up for something?"

"no more than usual," he grins.

"Well, if you say so," I answer," but today I'm making my rounds. People have been reporting some traps around Little Bear Loop."

"Oh," he frowns," that's no good."

"Not at all, so I'm going to go scope the place."

"Make it sound like a crime scene already," he jokes," well, don't let me hold you up. I need to head back home and shower anyway. I smell like shit."

"Well, I wasn't going to say it," I tease. He chuckles, waving goodbye as he opens the creaky door again. I catch myself smiling even after he is gone. I shake my head and grab my hat. Duty calls.

Walking through the woods on a typical watch is rather boring, though peaceful. The tall trees give me a strange sense of size. I check around for any signs of caught animals though nothing really brings attention. Just another rumor I guess, or a miseducated hiker who saw some sculpture some kids made and took it as some 'sign of misdeeds'.

Following the path, looking at the nearly setting sun, I hear a whimper. I freeze. Listening carefully I hear it once more a distance off the path. Timidly I walk towards the sound, making as little noise as possible. The chance of a wild animal is high but the chance of it being injured is higher. Throwing out my self-preservation I venture onward.

I look every which way and catch no hide or hair of the mystery creature. As I give up and head back I hear a growl that finishes off in a whimper. I look around, jumping when I notice a half-hidden creature in a bush. It's lounged on its stomach, its lower half obscured by the leaves.

"Hello," I squeak. The creature doesn't move, glaring daggers up at me. I observe it, looking at its pinned ears and half-bared teeth. The animal looks like a wolf but wrong. Its muzzle is too short and its eyes too human.

A shiver runs over me just looking at them but I ignore them for the sake of my job.

"Oh, a werewolf," I relax," I'm sorry, I didn't notice." throwing out my caution I walk over to them, crouching near. "Hello, sir, are you alright," I ask. They don't answer, eyeing me suspiciously. Am I wrong? They sure look like a werewolf, maybe they're shy. I take a tentative shuffle closer causing them to try to shift away, whimpering as they do. Their leg stretches at an odd angle as they try to move.

"Are you injured, sir," I ask. They still remain silent, their clawed hand scratching at the ground. I observe their hand, seeing the human fingers littered with fur. Definitely a werewolf.

I stand and walk around to their legs, pushing the bush aside to get a better look. I wince at the sight, seeing large metal teeth digging into his ankle. Their blood is dried over the contraption, fresh blood leaking into his fur now.

"Damn hunters," I huff crouching down to free him," I'm so sorry, this area is supposed to be a no-hunting zone on the account of the park being so close. We have tried setting up cameras and have the staff keep an eye out. Generally, there isn't much to worry about here but I guess they have gotten brave." I press on a release switch, relieved when the hinges loosen. I grab at his leg while prying the teeth out of his skin. He yelps, lunging up and grabbing my shoulder. I stiffen at the contact, feeling his claws pinch through my coat. Looking up to him I gauge his level of potential aggression. He looks to be in pain.

"I just gotta get the teeth out and I can try to stop the bleeding. I have some gauze in my bag just for this sort of situation," I try to soothe. He nods.

I get the bear trap off and toss it aside before grabbing my bag off my back. I sort through my items, grabbing my first aid. With practiced ease I clean his wound, wincing with him when his nails poke through my coat. With the worst part over I begin wrapping his ankle.

With my focus elsewhere I barely notice him leaning closer, sniffing at my hair before dropping back on his rear.

"All good, do you think you can stand," I ask while lifting away. His hand clenches my shoulder, releasing me after a second. I watch him attempt to stand, looking stoic for just a moment before he stumbles and whines. Quickly, I grab his arms, offering minimal help with our clear height difference.

"I'll take that as a no," I chuckle. He chuffs, flicking his ear. I walk him over to a tree, helping him sit. I reach over to my belt and grab my walkie, calling up to the station. Standing, I take a step away from him. He startles me when he grabs my leg, tugging me back to his side. I don't bother with a response.

"Daryl, I need a truck to trail 17. I have a wounded man, he stepped in a bear trap and can't walk," I say to the walkie.

"Copy that, do you require medical to meet us back at the station," he calls back quickly. I look over to the werewolf, gauging the necessity of Daryl's request.

"Yea, I cleaned him up but he can't walk so it might be worse than I can see," I answer.

"Copy, I'll call Wendy. See you in five," he says.

I sit with the man, lounging with him against the tree. We wait in silence, listening to the birds chirping in the branches above.

"hey, a Goldfinch," I point above. The man looks up, he barks at the bird. We both watch as it flies away.

A rolling hum of a truck breaks the sounds of nature. I stand to greet Daryl but once again the werewolf stops me by grabbing my leg.

"I'll be right back, gotta go meet Daryl," I explain. He shakes his head, tugging me back down beside him. He drops me on his lap, holding me close to his chest. I immediately grow uncomfortable, feeling more in danger at this moment than when we first met.

"Sir, you have to the count of five to let me go before I hurt you worse than that bear trap," I growl. His answer is a chuff, sounding like a laugh more than anything else. With my own chuff, I look down at his leg and shove my heel against the bandage. He yelps, tugging his leg up and pushing me away. I take the chance of freedom and crawl out of reach. Twisting once out of range I see him cradling his ankle, whimpering as he does.

I ignore him, standing and heading over to Daryl. I meet him up by his truck, greeting him as he steps out of the car.

"He's down that way, you'll probably have to put him in the bed. I'm going to finish walking the trail and meet you back at the station," I say dryly.

"Alright," he looks to the woods then back to me," you ok?"

"Peachy," I joke," the werewolf is just a bit too touchy for my taste. Damn grabby men. You help em and they think it’s ok to grab you and jerk you around."

"Clearly doesn't know you if he thinks he can get away with that," Daryl chuckles.

"he sure doesn't," I huff," anyway, have fun."

I walk down the path, hands in my pocket and kicking rocks.

Half an hour later I'm at the driveway of the station. The sun setting just behind me. I take notice of the additional van next to Daryl's truck. Seems Wendy is still here. I head inside, hanging my bag on the hook by the door.

"Honey, I'm home," I jokingly call out. A head pops out from down the hall.

"Hey, you mind helping in here," Daryl asks, pointing into the room.

"Depends," I say skeptically as I head towards him. He ducks back in as I round the corner. The extra bedroom is alive with action. Wendy and another are attempting to calm down a writhing werewolf. The unknown person is trying to hold the man down while Wendy tries to undo the bandages on his leg. She passes a glance to me, doing a double take.

"Hey, glad you're here, can you help Jayce hold him down," she nods towards the unknown person. I nod, quickly walking in and helping Jayce. Not even a second after I grab his legs do I get snatched and pulled into a familiar hold. The writhing has stopped now that the werewolf's face is nuzzled against my neck.

"Hey! Stop it," I wiggle in his arms, thunking my head against his as I do. My arms are kept pinned to my side and my legs aren't able to kick him because he is on the bed. The only thing I have that I can hurt him with is my teeth. I bite his arm, cringing at the hair in my mouth. I bite softly at first, amping up pressure the longer he doesn't let me go. it's when my teeth actually sink into his skin does he growl, opening his mouth to bite at my shoulder.

His bite is gentler than mine but warns me with light pressure. I know his bite is worse than anything I can do to him. Pressing my luck I tug on his arm, still puncturing his skin. He digs his teeth harder against my skin, growling as he tries to tug his arm away from my mouth. His teeth start to sting, threatening to break through. Without much of an option, I let go, spitting out hair and licking drool off my chin.

"Good girl," he mumbles, licking my neck. I gawk, angry and frustrated at him.

"Oh, so you can talk," I bark," you dang jerk, let me go!" he chuffs, continuing to bathe my skin in his spit. I look to the others for help but Wendy has taken the time of calm to undress his leg.

"Daryl," I twist to him," Help me out." he nods. As he takes his first step toward me two people react. Wendy stops him and the werewolf growls. The rumbling in his chest feels weird on my back.

"Do not anger him again," Wendy snaps at Daryl before turning to me," bare with it for a second, he hasn't been still since he got here."

"What," I scoff," no! Make this man let me go, he keeps licking me and it's making my skin crawl." Wendy ignores my plea and looks at the newly revealed wound. It has stopped bleeding but the cuts look disgusting, if not a little mangled. I sigh, feeling bad for the beast-man. I guess I can tolerate his touching- and licking- for five minutes.

The werewolf lathers every visible inch of skin with his spit, even rubbing his cheek against it. His scratchy tongue makes my spine tingle with disgust. Every part of me wants to get away and take a shower. I count down the seconds till the doc wraps him back up.

Wendy rewraps his leg, adding a splint as well, before packing up her things. Jayce talks with Daryl while I once more try to escape this hairy man's hold.

"If you all are quite done then can you help me now," I shout into the room as the wolfman tries to pull me onto the bed.

"Oh, right," Daryl jumps into action. He walks to my front, reaching for the man's arms to pry off me. The man instantly starts growling, swiping out at Daryl with his long claws. I try to take advantage of the single-arm hold on me but the man is stronger than he looks. Jayce hops in to help, catching the wolfman's arm. Daryl grabs the other, dodging snaps of the man's teeth near his bicep. With a group effort, I manage to get out of the man's arms, crossing the room quickly.

I rub at the back of my neck, wiping off the spit," Don't ever tell me I don't do anything for y'all, now I need a shower." Daryl laughs, waving me off as I head for the door. Barely out of the room, I hear shifting and a shout. Wendy barks out a command as the Wolfman tries to hop off the bed. She and Jayce try to keep him down on the bed but he is too determined.

"Jayce, just get the muscle relaxer. I can't keep fighting him to relax and get some rest," Wendy says. Jayce searches through her bag, finds a needle, and rushes over to the man. Quickly, he plunges the needle into his arm, taking a step back as the man tries to swipe at him.

Slowly, the fight lessens till the man is flopped against the bed. Wendy releases him, taking a timid step back. The man huffs, dropping his head to the side. Without warning he lets out a loud whimper, nearly sounding like a wail.

I watch him try to lift his limbs, whining the entire time. He looks at me, his face pinched in frustration and strife. It tugs at my heart but his behavior has put me off from doing him any more favors. With a shrug, I walk off into the main room.

All down the hall, I hear the loud keening coming from the bedroom. Wendy and Jayce quickly retreat to the station to find peaceful silence literally anywhere else. I follow in their footsteps, grabbing my things and rushing out the door to my car.

I drive home, showering the second I can. The silence in my apartment has never been so good. I can hardly imagine how Daryl is doing with the whiney werewolf. One can only hope that the man tired himself out before it become too much for old Daryl.

As I lay down to sleep my phone rings. Dread jumps down my throat and into my stomach. I pray to whatever higher being that it's just a telemarketer. Looking at the screen I groan, flopping back onto my bed. I reach over and accept the call.

"You have reached Ranger Smith, if this is about Yogi then please hang up now," I joke in a deadpan tone.

"Hey, sorry to call late but 'yogi' has been driving me crazy. I have tried everything but he is as bad as a toddler with a sugar high. I beg of you to come down, I will owe you big time," he tries to persuade. I try my damndest to say no, to hang up and let it be his problem. Too many factors play in my reluctant 'ok'. Curse my compassion.

I dress quickly and head over to the station. The second I step on the porch I can hear the wolfman's whimpering. The sound reminds me of a puppy's first night sleeping alone. I drop my head and sigh, taking in all the courage and patience I can muster.

It seems right as I open the door the wailing pauses for a second. I walk down the hall, meeting Daryl in the doorway. The man behind him stops his whining, sitting up to look over Daryl's shoulder.

"Thank you, I owe you so much," he says with genuine gratitude.

"Yea, yea," I shrug him off," I expect a lot for this, got it?"

"Absolutely, I'll buy lunch for a week- no! A month," he smiles, patting me on the back as he steps out," Good luck."

I watch him walk into the main room, rounding his desk and flopping into his chair with a sigh. The urge to draw this out is strong, but it may start up the man's whimpering again. I bite back my pride and look at the wolfman.

"Hello, Yogi," I tease. He doesn't get the reference, just looking me over with his tail thumping against the bed. I walk over, stopping just out of reach. Despite that fact, he still tries to sit up and grab for me. I take a step back, just in case.

"you grab me again and I'll leave," I threaten. He drops his arms with a frown, ear flicking as he chuffs. I grab a chair and sit in the middle of the room. "I'm only staying for a little so you don't drive Daryl into mass murder, try to get some sleep," I suggest. He pouts, glaring at me with his arms crossed. I quirk a brow, nearly bored with all of this.

"Come," he growls, patting the bed with his tail.

"No," I say with a questioning tone. He nods, unfolding his arms to pat the bed. "no," I scoff, saying it with more confidence. He growls, sitting up straight. "You can try to look threatening all you want but I'm not going to lay in bed with you. Besides, I think I can outrun you so the growling and snarling aren't going to intimidate me into action," I lounge further in my seat, bouncing my heel on the floor.

He pouts some more, turning away with another flick of his ear. It's almost cute to see such a powerful beast resort to behaving like a child. The question rolls around my head though.

"Why do you want me there anyway? Most people don't just jump into bed with whoever saves their leg from a bear trap," I ask. He snaps his head to me.

He shrugs," Mine."

"Mine?"

He nods.

"What is yours?"

He points to me.

"No, I'm not yours. Try again," I answer. He shrugs, grinning slightly to himself like what I said was some sort of joke. "I'm not yours, I'm not anyone's," I say louder. He looks me up and down, still grinning as he does. The self-certain look picks at my nerves enough for me to stand and walk to the door. I'm not going to hang around some misogynistic werewolf who thinks he can just stake claims on people without putting in the work.

As I near the door he begins his whimpering again. I twist around watching him try to crawl out of the bed after me. He manages to get both legs on the floor, attempting to stand before falling hard onto the ground. My heart squeezes at the pitiful sight, the helpless look in his eyes. Without much thought I rush to him, helping him stand and getting him onto the bed.

"Jesus, why do you keep trying to mess up your leg more," I scold. He can't seem to care, his tail wagging as he tries to tug me onto his bed. "No," I shout, pushing away," we aren't doing this again!" he scratches at my coat as he pulls me onto the bed. I twist out of my jacket but he snatches my shirt instead. Managing to get me on the sheets, he curls around me, his tail thumping behind him as he sniffs at my hair.

He snorts as he withdraws," clean," he says with disgust. Before I can ask he once again lathers me in his spit. I wince, trying to wiggle away.

"No, stop it," I push at his chest," I just took a shower."

Try as I might he doesn't stop his tongue bath. Too tired from the day I finally cave, letting him do as he wishes.

It's over pretty soon, though I find myself willing to fall asleep. I try again to get away but he holds firm, arching around me to frame his body around mine.

"Why are you doing this," I grumble. He traces his nose around my hairline, giving small kisses to my eyebrows and cheek.

"Mine," he purrs.

"Why," I ask.

He shrugs, cozying himself before shutting his eyes.

"Why," I ask again louder.

"Don't know," he growls," just are."

"How do you not know, you're the one who said it but you don't know why you said it," I scoff, pushing against him to meet his eyes. He huffs, glaring down at me for preventing him from sleeping.

"Mate," he says," you mate, my mate. Mine. That's it. I want you, you are mine." the frustration comes across clearly.

"So you decided I was your mate after like five minutes," I ask," that's insane, how could you possibly make a choice like that?"

He shrugs," Werewolves different. You are good, pretty, strong. I want."

"I help you out of a bear trap and suddenly I'm 'mate' material? So if anyone else helped you, would you try to make them your mate?"

He snarls," No."

"Why not?"

He hugs me closer," You are one and only. Mine, only mine. Me, only yours."

I sigh, feeling like we are talking in circles. It's too late at night to bother with this, it's giving me a headache.

"Whatever," I grumble," will you let me go sometime soon?"

He chuckles, shutting his eyes once again. He presses my head towards his chest, humming while he pets my back.

The morning comes surprisingly quick. It felt like mere moments ago that I rested my eyes. I wake with my cheek resting upon a man's chest. A groan bubbles up my throat but I pinch it quiet, noticing the opportunity to escape. Slowly I slide away from him and twist off the bed. I bend my knees as I land on the floor, keeping the noise to a minimum. With the power of success, I rush to the door before checking that I didn't wake the man.

I'm startled by his appearance, but not surprised. He has forgone his beastly looks for a typical human form. His black hair is sprawled out on the pillow, wavy and unkempt. Scraggly bits of hair are on his chin and cheeks, poorly shaven. With a decent shower and a good haircut, he could pass for an attractive man, though he could use some extra food in his diet. He is rather skinny.

Admiring the man with a not completely off-put enjoyment I hardly notice eyes appraising me. It startles me when I look at his face to meet his cocky smile. I scoff, ready to march out the door.

"Should have ran when I had the chance," I huff.

"Wouldn't suggest it," he teases, grinning like a fool.

"Don't know, I still think I can outrun you," I tease back, scolding myself for even adding any playful banter to our relationship.

Without an answer, he bounces his brows with an arrogant grin. He throws the blanket off his legs, sits up, and twists his body out of bed. He steps smoothly onto his feet, not even wincing as he does. I dubiously look at his injury, still seeing the bandage wrapped around his ankle. It doesn't seem like it fazes him that he is supposed to be hurt. Also, it doesn't faze him that he is nude.

I meet his eyes, feeling dread pour down to my stomach. His posture stiffens, a smile pealing up his cheeks. Tension fills the room as my body readies for something to happen. I watch him, weirdly ready to move at a moment's notice. With a chuckle, he takes a hurried step forward. At the cue I bolt down the hall, aiming for the door.

I rush past Daryl sitting at his desk, hearing the wolfman pad down the hall after me. Grabbing my key off the hook I rush out the door to my car. I unlock it, getting jittery as I hear him slam against the door. I reach for the car door mumbling under my breath as weird excitement courses up my spine. As I jerk the handle it's pulled from my hand as the door is slammed closed. A body traps me against my car, forcing my stomach onto the cold metal.

Hot breath ghosts over my neck," what was all that about outrunning me?"

"I said I think I can outrun you, clearly I thought wrong," I grumble. He chuckles, lowering his head to kiss my cheek.

"Caught you, again," he teasingly takes a nibble on my jaw," you going to submit like last night or do I have to drag you back?"

"I liked you better when you could barely talk," I try to shove off from my car. He forces his chest closer to my back, properly pinning me to my car. His tongue laps at my neck, trailing up to my cheek. He presses a sweet kiss to my skin, brushing his nose under my eye while he grabs my chin. Twisting me towards himself he bumps his nose to mine. My stomach flutters with nerves, my lips parting in traitorous anticipation.

"Sir, I'm just going to ask you once to take a couple steps back from my ranger," Daryl says, his voice deep and threatening. I rarely hear that tone from him, only used on the worst of defilers in the woods.

The wolfman looks over his shoulder to Daryl. A low growl starts in his chest, vibrating against my back as it ramps in volume. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his fingers elongate, claws leading to a point. I watch him flex his fingers, digging his nails into my car. I nearly shout at him, momentarily distracted by his arm snaking around my waist. I look over at the wolf man and Daryl, annoyed at the situation already.

"Just because you found your mate doesn't mean you get to chase her down and harass her," Daryl crosses his arms," now stop being a moron and get back inside."

The wolfman can hardly pay Daryl's reasonable request any mind, too focused on some stupid animal instincts now. He snarls, baring his teeth at Daryl while holding me close. Daryl rolls his eyes, taking a step down the stairs. The man takes a step back, growling loud and pinning his ears.

"Oi," someone shouts close by," knock it off." a hand thunks the man on the head, distracting him. Beside us stands another ranger I've worked with since I first started here. Lily is a rather large woman of the mystical variety, her father being a werewolf like the man here. She hasn't inherited any of the shifting features involved with a union of a human mother and a werewolf father. Though her younger sister has.

The man looks at Lily confused, rubbing the back of his head with a huff. While he is distracted I worm out his arms and greet Lily properly before standing on the steps with Daryl.

Lily grabs the poor pup before he can lunge after me, snatching the scruff of his neck. She throws a friendly arm over his shoulder, holding him firmly beside herself.

"Ello, dear, what has gotten you all in a tizzy," she asks with a gleaming smile. The man ignores her, too busy trying to worm out of her hold. The sight makes me chuckle, enjoying how the situation has turned. Lily slaps a hand onto his neck once again, digging her fingers in till he bunches his shoulders.

"Mate," he grunts, finally answering.

"Mate," she asks, tossing a glance at me," Ms. Alani over there is your mate?"

He chuffs, nodding his head once.

"Well joyous day," she releases him, clapping him on the back instead," congrats brother on finding your dearest. Perhaps a word from the wise, don't go chasing the poor lady around the woods. It doesn't go over well for respectable women like her."

He grunts, finally looking at Lily with something other than irritation. She claps him on the back once more before dragging him towards Daryl and me.

"I'm Lillian by the way, Lily for short," she grabs his hand and shakes it. Daryl and I walk on ahead, still keeping an ear on the conversation behind us.

"Finley," he answers.

"Nice to meet you Finley, don't mind if I call you Finn?"

"Don't," Finley growls.

"So tell me, Finn," she trots on inside," why do you have the manners of a twelve-year-old?" I snort, chuckling as I pass the two a glance. Heading towards the makeshift kitchen I start up a fresh pot, grabbing a cookie from the cabinet. I lounge against the counter, watching Lily and Finley talk. They look friendly enough towards each other, almost like siblings though there is no relation.

The two bicker back and forth, Finley slowly fading back to human shape. Lily teases, tossing him her jacket to cover up. She catches me watching and passes me a wink as she keeps the man distracted. I take the opportunity to sneak away and grab some spare clothes from an emergency bag I keep around.

As I straighten my shirt I hear someone shout my name. I step out of the bathroom and head into the main room, greeted by a shifted Finley. He tugs me into a hug, his tail wagging behind himself. I awkwardly pat his back, looking over to Lily to translate any of the weirdness I've been dealing with for nearly a full day.

She shrugs," He missed you."

"Alright," I push him off," we gotta talk about this." I walk to the center of the room, arms crossed. Looking to Finley I point to the couch," Sit." he does as he told, Lily snickering to his right.

I open my mouth, to begin with the rampage of questions, glad for Lily's presence to add some sort of sense to all this. Before I can, I look at Finley, inspecting his short muzzle and erect ears.

"Can you, uh, switch back. I can't play charades with you through this," I ask. His ear flicks as he looks from me to Lily and back.

"can't," he fidgets.

"he's tense," Lily clarifies.

"Tense," I ask, "you're telling me about tense? I've been on this train of werewolf for about 20hrs now. I'm tense as fuck."

Lily shrugs, "Aye, but he is tense too. Just go on with ya question, dear. He ain't got ahold of his skills."

"Yea. What's that all about," I ask, gesturing to Finley, "He has been a fine line between wild and educated."

Lily shrugs again, looking over at him. She reaches out and flicks his ear. Finley jumps before baring his teeth at her. She just smirks.

"Gotta ask him," she answers.

"Ok," I turn to Finley, "What's with all this?"

It's Finley's turn to shrug. How helpful.

"What's your story? Where do you live? What do you want? What do you want from me," I list off all my questions. He doesn't get much of anything, deciding to zone out and look around the room. I take an angry breath.

"Give him a moment, he isn't typical," Lily defends.

"Damn straight he isn't typical," I fold my arms and sneer at him," the beast had me pinned to him all night without a care of the word 'no'."

Lily can't help but laugh, "to be fair even an everyday werewolf would do that. A mate won't hurt you but they are pushy as hell. My mother had a hell of a time one night when she had been harassed on the way back from work. My father wouldn't let her have an ounce of peace. It was a hoot for us kids to watch."

I roll my eyes," I can't find myself to be laughing at the moment. How do I cancel this? Or what's a better word? Break this mate thing?"

Lily and Finley went sober at the question, both glaring at me.

"What," I ask. Lily puts a kind hand on Finley before answering.

"You best not be speaking like that less you want the gods to hear you. This is a gift, Alani, there is no breaking once it has been done. And trust me, you don't want it broken. Not everyone gets blessed like this and you are speaking crazy. I'll give you a pass as you don't know what you have been given," she turns to Finley," she is an outsider. Please don't let this get to you."

I feel like a definite outsider now as the two share a moment. Why couldn't they have been paired off like this? I don't want to babysit- or be babysat by- this werewolf playing Tarzan. I can admit when he is human he is fairly handsome but not particularly my type. For starters, he is a werewolf. I don't want all that! Like, how do we even...you know? I've heard things from the grapevine and that sends a shiver of disgust down my spine.

I sigh," Can we just start at the beginning? Like who are you, where do you live?"

He shrugs, pointing out to the woods as an answer. We all look out the window, not completely grasping the reply.

"The woods," Daryl asks," we don't have any houses out there except some rentable cabins."

"Unless you live in the woods," Lily answers. Finley nods.

"You live in the woods," I ask," are you camping? Or going for an off-the-grid kind of thing?"

He shakes his head.

"ok, have you ever lived in a house," Lily asks?

He shrugs in a non-answer," House with Mom. Mom leave. No house."

"What," I startle at the answer. His mother left him?

"When was this," Lily asks, beating me to it.

He thinks for a moment," 14."

"years ago or...," I try to clarify.

"I 14," he answers. Lily and I tense at his words. He was alone since he was 14.

Lily turns to me," That would have been when he started shifting if he was a late bloomer."

My heart breaks at the implication. Was his mother a werewolf too? Was she human with her mate missing? A wave of protectiveness goes over me at the idea of my werewolf being left to fend for himself.

My werewolf?

Lily crouches beside Finley, he tenses a bit, jumping when she puts a comforting hand on him. "Why did she leave you, do you remember?"

He thinks for a moment, looking at me with a whine. He retreats into himself. Lily pets his back, to my discomfort. I draw closer, crouching in front of him. He sits straighter, watching me with a small wag of his tail.

"Why did she leave you," I ask softly. He whines again.

"Runt," he snarls out the word. Lily gasps, leaving me alone in the confusion.

I look at Lily," what does that mean?"

Lily snarls to herself," It means his mother didn't want a weaker offspring. She was a werewolf like him and probably had a few other kids. Disgusting. Not acceptable today. "

"Oh," I answer. The nuance is lost on me about how taboo this is but I know abandoning a child is downright wrong. My heart twists at the idea of him returning home and not seeing anyone around. A small child returning from school to his cabin in the woods just to find everything packed up and empty. My heart breaks a little and I can't help but reach up and hug him. He takes hold quickly, holding me like a lifeline. I pet his back, surprised when his fur retreats.

Finley pushes me back to look me in the eyes," Don't get it twisted, I'm still very capable to handle you, mate."

Well, that moment is over I guess. I huff, halfheartedly pushing away from him.

"You seem to have taken care of yourself enough," I stand," you made it this far without any of us knowing you were living in our park."

He sits back smug in his seat," Doesn't take much, humans are stupid."

Daryl and I resent that remark," Hey! Lily is half-werewolf."

Lily slaps the back of his head for the second time today," And you have a mate who is a human, you idiot."

He pouts," Most humans are stupid," he grumbles.

Before any of us can get a word out in regards to our demoted rank in the species list the door opens. In steps Gavin, all smiles and holding a box of donuts.

"Good morning everyone, I brought-," he stops as he looks up. In a sequence of events several things happen. Gavin notices a very naked man sitting in a chair. Finley notices a very familiar man standing too close to his mate. I notice a box of donuts, and Lily also notices a box of donuts. Daryl is worried about explaining the naked man.

Finley growls as his body forms into a beast. Gavin panics, dropping the donuts as he reaches into his jacket. I panic between the two freaked-out men. Daryl hustles over to Gavin, entrapping him into a bear hug before he can remove his side piece from his holster.

"A werewolf," Gavin shouts as he tries to wrestle Daryl off.

"You," Finley growls. He tries to lunge towards Gavin and Daryl but Lily catches him in the chest. Knocking the wind out of him as he is pushed back into the couch.

"Good god, Lily," I have half a mind to pay attention to anything else. Lily just slammed a werewolf into a couch. Don't get on her bad side, I guess.

She shrugs," He malnourished, it doesn't count," Finley wheezes," Sorry, dear."

We both focus back onto Gavin who is basically frothing at the mouth at the sight of Finley. Though werewolves are fairly known, a lot of people don't really run into them. The only one I know is Lily's family, outside of that I haven't ever casually run into them. Though I'd never know as they are generally human most of their life.

"Alani, run," Gavin calls out. I could almost laugh at such an obscene demand if it wasn't for Finley getting his second wind. He charges for me, catching me in a big bear hug. He lifts me, swinging me away from Gavin. Rushing me behind the couch like he was trying to guard me from shrapnel.

"What is happening," I ask utterly confused at this wild morning. I'm set down on the floor before Finley jumps the couch and charges at Gavin. He ducks Lily's attack and Daryl knows better. Gavin left to himself is tackled by the werewolf. Finley claws at Gavin, tearing his shirt and leaving bleeding lines across his chest. Lily and Daryl grab ahold and throw Finley to the floor. Gavin gains some level of self-control and rushes out the door. I'm peaking over the couch at all this mayhem.

What has my peaceful week become?

I round the couch as Lily is sitting on Finley who is wiggling and trying his darndest to run outside after Gavin. I'm over this already, crouching down to meet his eyes.

"Watcha doing," I ask all coy. He doesn't answer, instead growling up a storm. Teeth bared, ears pinned back. Oh yea, he is pissed. " you know I can't understand you like this," I cock my head to the side. He finds some calm, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes. He manages to wiggle an arm out from under himself and grabs my arm. Pulling me forward a bit he cuddles up to my hand. I roll my eyes, whatever at this point.

Once he is no longer thrashing and Gavin is nowhere in sight, Lily gets off him. I find myself utterly amused at the sight. They have known each other for a day and are already like siblings.

"Ok, mind telling us what that was all about," Lily scolds. Finley remains on the floor, huffing as an answer. I pull away from him to his dismay, and relax on the couch. I'm ready for a nap.

"He bad," Finley whines," Lust too."

"Excuse me," I pick my head up from resting it on the back of the couch," You were lusting?"

Finley sneers at the word," No. He lust you."

"Good god," I shout," can you be human for a minute so we can make sense?"

Finley rolls his eyes, getting off the floor and flopping onto the couch. He rests his head on my lap, turning his nose to my stomach. I look to Lily for some help.

"Just pet him, he will be fine in a minute. He doesn't know how to shift like typical werewolves," Lily answers as she heads to the kitchen. Daryl is just as done as I am with the day, heading over to his desk to sit.

I reluctantly pet his fur, wishing I could give him a bath. Slowly he begins to calm down, relax and shift. His fur retreats and there is a slight popping as his limbs go back.

"Ew," I mumble as I can feel it just under his skin. In just a moment he is back to the skinny hairy man.

"OK, now use your words," I say like a school teacher. Finley flops onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with a frown.

He looks at me," He wants you and I don't like that."

His pout is almost cute.

I scoff," Gavin doesn't- well probably- I mean he is- ok! Doesn't mean you have to kill the man over it!"

Lily chimes in from the kitchen," Sort of does."

"No, it doesn't! There are laws," I shout back. Werewolves are weird.

"He tried to kill me first," Finley pouts. Everyone stops what they are doing to pay attention now.

"Gavin tried to kill you," Daryl asks. Finley turns to my stomach again in a deeper pout.

"He set the metal thing," Finley grumbles.

"Metal thing," I ask, then it clicks," The bear trap?"

Finley nods and we are all shocked at the news. Gavin is our hunter? But he is just the guy who comes in to flirt and go for an early morning nature walks with a full backpa- ok I can see it now.

"Damn it," I shout, startling Finley," That motherfucker!"

I stand, Finley just barely sitting up to not be thrown to the floor. A surprising amount of rage overtakes my body. I can't say this has ever happened before. I charge to the back, grabbing the rifle we keep in a cabinet. What am I doing? I stomp back into the main room, startling everyone with my new item.

"Whoa," Lily jumps to action.

"Hey now," Daryl jumps as well. They try to stop me as I'm marching out onto the porch to look for that son of a bitch. I barely see Finley watching with a satisfied grin. Deal with him later. I have to fuck up that damn bastard for daring to hunt in my park. MY park. Hurt my werewolf. MY werewolf. MINE...oh this is new.

"What's your plan, Alani," Lily asks.

"You aren't going to just go shoot someone over this, are you," Daryl asks.

I scoff," Of course I'm not going to shoot him!" I continue charging ahead with the ranger crew in tow. Finley waits on the porch.

"Oh thank god," Daryl says.

"I'm just going to break his legs," I answer as I twist the gun around to wield it as a bat. I spot Gavin ahead on the trail leading into Little Bear Loop. I can almost see blood, besides the bit bleeding through his new shirt. He is happy to see me at first until he gets the whole picture. The crew tries to stop me but I'm running now. Gavin tries to back up but trips over the uneven path.

"You have been setting traps in MY park," I shout, now standing over him," hurt MY werewolf?"

"Your werewolf," Lily teases.

I snarl at her," Not the time!" My focus is back on Gavin who is still trying to crawl away. I catch up to him quickly enough and jab the butt of the rifle into his stomach. He wheezes and rolls to his side. I catch my foot into the crook of his elbow and flip his on his back.

Daryl tries to stop me but Lily stops him with a serious shake of her head. "I wouldn't if I were you," she says to Daryl. He steps back.

"Have you been messing with my woods," I ask sternly.

Gavin coughs," No, why would I-"

I hit him again with the gun," Don't lie to me now. Finley said you are the one mucking up my forest."

"He's an animal! Don't listen to him," Gavin tries to convince. That just pisses me off more. I wanted to hear him say it but this intolerance has pushed me to the point of not being interested in his words. He comes into MY forest and hurts MY mate, that won't do at all.

Where is this all coming from?

I press my boot onto Gavin's chest, sneering down at the pig. "I need cuffs," I say to the two behind me. They both peak up, looking between each other confused.

"We don't have cuffs, we have zip-ties though," Daryl answers.

"Same difference," I say. I hear Daryl run off, leaving me with a smiling Lily.

"How ya feeling, dear," She asks, seemingly already knowing the answer. I turn to look at her, and Gavin squirms under my foot. Stealing my attention back I lean more into his chest. His wounds bleed through his shirt again.

"Worm," I snarl at him.

"Why are you doing this," Gavin whines," that beast doesn't know anything!"

"knows more than you right now," Lily answers," I recommend ya shut ya gob before Alani here forgoes her 'no using the gun like a gun' rule. She is very persuadable currently."

"What," I ask," Persuadable?"

Lily waves me away," I'll tell you later."

Daryl returns with the zip-ties, helping me twist Gavin over to attach them.

"I've already called in the police," Daryl says," They should be here any minute. I can sit with him if you like."

I leave Gavin and Daryl, feeling rather invigorated. I feel a lot of things at this moment. Most of all I feel excited.

Lily and I walk back to the cabin, Lily stops a bit before the entrance to my dismay. Though I can't say why.

"Hey, I need to talk to you for a second," Lily begins. I turn to her, already bouncing on my feet.

"Yea, what's up?" Lily is smirking all-knowingly," What?"

She laughs," There is one thing you should know about being around a werewolf, specifically your mate. Not to give you the birds and the bees talk, heavens be I'd rather not, but you are going to be very excited to see Finley in a moment."

"What," I say confused," Why would I be excited to see him?" That was already a lie, I'm suddenly very excited to see him. I'm excited about a lot of things right now. Everything is so bright and amazing. The trees smell wonderful and I feel great.

"Lass, you are practically vibrating right now. My mother went through the same thing, it's completely normal. But I have to warn you, as your friend, you may want to go take a run real quick. Maybe clear your head for a second," she fights back a laugh at the whole conversation.

"Ugh, just spit it out already," I say, at my wit's end being so still.

"You asked for it," she mumbles," Ya right horny for Finley, when you see him it's going to be the starting pistol. It's a whole wolf thing that has a bunch of scientific mumbo jumbo which boils down to, ya get horny for your man. It calms down after a day or so. But heaven knows it's a drug while ya have it!"

I want to dispute her, to absolutely deny whatever she just said but God I feel wonderful. I should just go inside, I don't want to be with Finley. I mean we barely know each other. This is stupid.

"Ridiculous," I scoff," there's no way that's what happening. I just got that adrenaline from beating up on Gavin and making my park a little better."

I turn to walk into the cabin but the first step is uncertain. The door is a center point of a war in my head. To go in means certainty, to avoid it means...

"Ya feeling so sure now, love," Lily asks.

"Uhh," I take a step back," I think I'll take a walk, check for more traps."

Lily laughs," I'm sure."

Lily heads inside while I use this newfound energy to take up running. I run for what seems like forever, I don't get tired, I don't get winded. Though I'm sweating up a storm. After a bit, I begin to get hungry. Turning back to the cabin I become extremely hungry. I run back, bouncing to the porch before I see the door again. The war starts anew.

Instead of going in, I head to my car, put in the handle code, and grab for my walkie I keep in there.

"Lily," I call," Are you there?"

"Hello," she purrs," Getting tired?"

That know-it-all...

"Uh, no, just hungry," I answer," very hungry."

"I'm sure," I can hear that damn smile over the line, " I'll send Finley out with some food."

I nearly choke," Don't you dare!"

"Why not? He would be so eager to help," she teases. Sweat drips down my back, the humid evening air setting in. My body is at war at the idea of seeing Finley again. I know deep down I'm just wasting time, and even deeper down that I really want him to come out. Perhaps this whole mate thing is inevitable. Ineffable, if Lily had any say in it.

God, I want him so bad.

Before I can make a choice Finley is standing on the porch. My body nearly shuts down at the sight. Nude, the man slowly turning into a beast, hungry, hard, needy. Oh my. He takes a step and my body goes from a gooey mess to tight as steel.

"Don't," he growls as if reading my mind. He takes another step and I'm off like a jet.

I have a great big smile as I run through the woods away from Finley. I can hear him behind me, the leaves and twigs snapping and cracking under his weight. It's such a thrill to be chased like this, something I never thought would be. Damn werewolf magic. Though at this moment I couldn't care less about werewolf magic.

Finley gains on me, easily able to catch up but drawing out the chase. I feel all tingly inside, definitely wet. I wonder if he can smell it. I wonder if he is hard. I wonder what's going to happen when he catches me! I speed up to the best of my abilities, though it means nothing. The chase ends when he wants it to end.

I round off the trail into the woods. I can only imagine what this looks like to anyone camping nearby. A woman is being chased by some beast. Horror for some, is a smutty novel for me. I run past trees, over fallen branches, and through creeks. What a thrill! I only hope it can end soon though, I'm absolutely throbbing in my pants.

We near a cabin, my gut telling me to go in there. I take the porch steps two at a time and slam into the door. It flies open, banging against the wall. I stumble in, finding myself in a well-kept cabin that is clearly lived in. I forget my past activity and look around. This isn't one of ours.

Finley is behind me in a second, holding me against his chest. He wastes no time nibbling and licking up my neck. He palms at my clothed breast, rubbing a finger over my hard nipple.

"What is this place," I ask as I let my head lull to his shoulder.

"My place," He grumbles before guiding me to the floor. His place? I thought he said he doesn't live in a house anymore.

He covers my back as he directs me to my hands and knees. His arm snakes around my middle, pressing my ass into his crotch. Oh, that's nice. I'll solve the mystery of his living arrangements in a minute. Little distracted. I grind into him.

"Mine," He growls as he fumbles with my pants. I would laugh if I wasn't so damn turned on. He doesn't bother with any intricate maneuvers, instead ripping and sending the button flying. The zipper gives way and even tears down. I can't control my eager heart. His hand buries into my pants, fingers finding my aching clit. I choke on the moan ripping its way through my throat. It both hurt and absolutely laid me out with pleasure. My hand slips and I fall face down ass up.

"ugh," I grumble as I turn into my arm. He doesn't even bother with foreplay, is so long gone at this point, and begins trying to stretch me for him. His long fingers dive into my soaked pussy, scissoring. I grind into his palm which barely touches the one spot I need. I'm seconds away from begging before he takes his hand away in favor of ripping my pants.

If I had half a mind I'd be yelling about these pants. Too bad I don't have anything resembling a mind right now because his cock is slapping my ass.

"Ah," I whimper. He is over me again, his hairy chest tickling. He holds me tight as he guides his cock into me. I hiccup at the utter fullness I feel. Yes...

I am too lost to even care about anything else but being absolutely fucked. It seems he carries the same mentality. He begins with an abusive pace, his hips slapping against my ass. His growls are near my ear, I can even feel drool falling down onto my arms and shoulder. I sneak a view under me, resting my head fully on my arm. His balls swing to and fro. Why is that so hot? I shutter on the next back-breaking thrust, clenching up around him to get every inch of friction.

Finley growls, adjusting himself to have my legs between his. The slightly new position makes him snarl. Everything about him is driving me crazy with want. His hairy body rubbing against my sweaty one. The way his nails dig into my side as he holds me still to fuck into. Even the way he drools as he is utterly engaged with my pussy. I'm a wreck as my pleasure rises and rises, just a little more. I hear a crunching sound in front of me. I look up to see Finley scratching grooves into the wood floor. For some reason that puts me where I need to be. Just the idea of him absolutely tortured like I am.

I cum, biting into my arm as I watch his nails embedded into the floor. I'm utterly dizzy, absent even. I'm only even on my knees still because Finley is holding me so tightly. I'm trapped in the loop of pleasure as he gets his fill, me milking him as I ride this incredible orgasm. A thought though enters my mind without any prompt.

What's that thing I heard from the grapevine?

Before I can think harder a very thick piece is hitting the already sensitive walls of my pussy. With a guttural groan, it's pushed into me. I bite harder onto my arm, a few tears building at the edge of my eyes. Finley grabs my arm, tearing it from my mouth and setting his in its place. Alright then, I grab his arm and bite onto that. I hardly notice all the hair in my mouth but very much so notice the incredibly thick piece inside me. His thrusts have slowed to a restricted wiggle. He huffs, barely getting a breath before he is clamping onto my clothed shoulder. He chops down hard enough for the skin to not even be a proper barrier. I do the same to his arm. A heat fills me and I'm just in bliss.

We are trapped in this limbo for a moment. His cock barely moves as he wiggles for any more friction, I find myself doing the same. When he can no longer hold us both up he collapses to the side, hitting the hardwood with a loud thunk. I spit out his arm but he can't seem to let go of my shoulder. I'll just give you a minute.

I come down from it all a little faster than Finley, taking the time to look around at the cabin. There is a couch- wish we used that instead of this hard floor- and a coffee table. I have to work to see the kitchen just near the front door. I wiggle a bit to see any more of the room to Finley's dismay.

"Stop," he grumbles finally letting go of my now sore shoulder.

"Sorry," I whisper to him. Though I can't think why I should apologize. I didn't get stuck in him. Stuck? I seem to come back to myself at that moment. The sex brain fades to nothing. I look down at myself and then try to look over at Finley. He growls again as I wiggle about.

"Stop," he says louder. I ignore him, testing out my range. He pulls painfully at my crotch, and we both wince.

"Alani," He shouts," Stop moving."

"What is all this," I gesture to us," What is happening?"

"Sex," he says offended.

"No shit," I snap back," Why is it still going though?"

He grumbles in answer so I wiggle some more. He growls, throwing me onto my stomach with him closely behind. He settles his weight on me and keeps an arm below me to curl my body against him. His free hand takes it upon itself to rip my shirt. I haven't a clue how I'm getting back home now.

"You owe me clothes, dick, " I complain. He ignores me, letting the torn shirt fall to the ground. He reaches up and slides my bra strap aside. I wince as it angers my new open wound. His tongue laps at the mark he left, and I shudder. My pussy flutters around him as he cleans me. I'm both disgusted and euphoric about all that.

"What are you doing," I nearly whisper.

"Cleaning," he answers. Well no shit, I think.

"Why," I ask. He just hums, pleased with himself. I guess I have some embarrassing questions for Lily.

Finley settles into a comfortable position, leaving me to look around once again. "Whose place is this?"

He hums, "Mine."

"I thought you didn't have a place since your mom left," I answer back.

He shrugs," Sometimes mine."

"Sometimes yours, ok. I guess we will talk about that later. Another pin on the board," I mime putting a pin on a board.

I never thought sex with a werewolf would be so boring. I imagine it's been maybe 30 minutes and I've already counted everything I can see. When is this dude going to deflate? My ribs are starting to hurt being laid on like this.

"When is this all done? I really need to head back, it's already dark," I ask over my shoulder.

"Already done," he answers. Already done? I wiggle around not feeling much of anything. He is still in me but just barely.

"Are you cock warming," I say as I wiggle. He holds tightly, that damn beast.

"Stop," he growls.

"For what? We are done, why are we still here?"

"Cuddle," he answers simply. I scoff, freeing myself from under him to finally stretch. I shiver at the shifting fluids in me. Bleh.

"I need to get back and let the crew know I'm alive," I say as my shoulder pops. I groan as I stretch my back. God that feels great. I crack my fingers and I'm ready to take on a bear.

"No stay," he asks as he rolls onto his back.

"I have work, and as far as I know this isn't really your place. Trespassing like a bunch of teens snogging in the woods," I say as I look around for anything to wear. I find a blanket to wear as a toga. I wince as I stretch my shoulder to pull the blanket from behind

"My place," he thuds his chest," our place."

"Whatever, I gotta go," I tidy myself and head to the door. Finley keeps himself where he is, all hairy and content.

I walk alone in the woods back to a familiar trail. I follow it until the building shows up. I take the walk of shame up the porch and into work. I see Lily at her desk, turning in her chair with a smug look.

"Not a word," I snap. She barks a laugh.

I stomp past her to grab some proper clothes from my bag. I debate showering here, the hot water doesn't work but I am covered in filth. The cum dries to my leg and that settles it. I take a quick shower and put on mostly clean clothes.

I walk back out into the main room and fall face-first onto the couch, utterly exhausted.

"So how'd it go," Lily ask with a shit-eating grin. I glare at her but give up. I twist onto my back and look at the ceiling.

"What was any of that," I begin," like magic is all like 'horny time' and we are running through the woods like some sexually primed fae ready for a good fuck. Then he is all growls and claws."

"Sounds about right, " Lily says.

"Then," I shout as I sit upright," you didn't warn me about the locking."

Lily is in fits of laughter as I rant on and on about tonight.

"Also! He lives in a cabin in the woods but just doesn't use it," I throw my hands around in confusion," like?"

"He is a lost cause but he is your lost cause now," she says.

"Oh and the biting! What was that," I shout," it fuckin hurt as did the locking. I feel all gross about it all, embarrassed."

Lily scoffs," No need to be embarrassed, ya dork. You two are going to be a very strong match. Just give him a chance and it will work out. But as for the biting, that's just nature. No way that wasn't going to happen."

I huff, shaking my head," I need a drink."

I get up to grab the hidden bottle in the back, ready to just be piss drunk tonight. Nothing makes sense, cheers.

The front door opens and a very pleased Finley walks in. Human and naked.

"Not an inch of modesty, lover boy," Lily teases.

"Then grab me some clothes," he answers. While I'm back here I grab one of Daryl's pants and meet Finley at the front.

"Here," I toss him the pants. He lights up at the sight of me, already taking steps forward. "Nuh-uh," I stop him," pants first."

He rolls his eyes but begins the pants process. I fall onto the couch and take a swig of the burning liquor. Needs to be watered down, but do I care enough? I take another mouthful. Finley falls on the couch beside me, cuddling up with his scraggly beard. Lily laughs at my deadpan look ahead.

"So Lily," I take another drink," what now?"

"Happily ever after," she suggests.

I ponder the idea for a moment, looking over at lover boy. If he cleaned up he would honestly be so attractive. He could be a great help here in the park, perhaps another ranger. Could clean up 'his' cabin and bum out of there for a bit. All I know is he needs a shower and a shave.

"If I must," I answer Lily. Finley snuggles closer, content as can be.

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Hello! This is the last story for my October run. I hope you enjoyed them, it's hard to write around a job. Though I continue to have ideas, I just can't set aside 5 hours to write them. So I collected the ones I could finish and released them together for Spooky Month!

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