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gloomwitchwrites · 8 months ago

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1k challenge request- what is Ghost like on vacation? NSFW always preferred lol

Ghostie on vacation? Vacation?!? Yes, please. Funny enough, Ghost is currently on vacation in Ink & Needle, and that boy is being naughty in that AU. But that’s not what we’re talking about here. Thanks for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it (and the steamy bits).

Most of these are gn!reader with one or two exceptions!

Word Count: 729

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Do y’all remember the bit of banter between Soap, Ghost, and Laswell in MW3? And Ghost replies “why not both?” when it comes to whether they prefer the beach or snow. To me, that means Ghost is down for anything. He’ll take a road trip or a week-long stay in Bali. Man just loves a good vacation.

On that note, when Ghost and Soap were being a bit cheeky about the “tan lines around the eyes,” he insinuates he wears the mask, but I don’t believe that. When Simon isn’t in the field, he’s not going to wear his mask, especially on vacation. He’d stick out like a sore thumb.

If Simon is taking a vacation with his S/O, he’s really down for anything. It can be simple and romantic. It could be camping. Hell, you could drag him to Disneyworld and he’d probably still enjoy himself.

However, he’s very much controlling when it comes to traveling. He’s the Dad in this scenario. He packs in advance, he wakes up way too early to go to the airport, he checks to make sure the plane is actually at the gate, he keeps the schedule, and Simon isn’t necessarily going to just “go with the flow” in the moment. Simon is the one holding the passports and tickets. God help you if you try to seize them from him.

No mask. Period. And no work. Simon isn’t taking phone calls, emails, or anything else. Price can deal with any shenanigans on his own.

Terrible about putting on sunscreen. You’re always making sure he’s protecting his skin.

Most of the spending money is spent on feeding Simon. Dude is a brick wall and he’s always eating. And when he’s not eating something, he’s buying you whatever you want.

If the vacation requires driving, Simon prefers taking his own vehicle or renting one. He doesn’t skimp here. Simon will select a reputable rental car company and select something roomy.

Holds you accountable on everything, but is also incredibly indulgent. You might complain that something is expensive and you won’t get it, and Simon will say good on you for sticking to your guns, but he’ll also just fucking buy it anyway because he can’t help seeing you smile.

Vacations (or rather holidays) are Simon’s one opportunity to forget everything. He can spend time with you completely uninterrupted. No life shit. No work shit. Just you and him.

Enjoys the outdoors but is also down for exploring cities, walking through museums, and trying new things. Simon is open to exploring a culture he’s never interacted with before, especially if he’s doing it with you.

Likes to travel and go on vacation during off-seasons. Simon isn’t a fan of crowds and it’s not from an anxiety standpoint. That military training is hard to dislodge, and he’s often overly aware of potential threats in a crowd.

Has a terrible sweet tooth. Simon will eat more desserts than actual food if you’re not watching him.

Loves long road trips because he enjoys all the lazy blow jobs you give him while in the car. Sometimes he has to pull over and just have his way with you.

Basically, you and Simon are fucking regardless of where you are.

Going on a destination vacation to a beachy oasis? Simon is fucking you in the cabana, in the hotel room, in the private pool, under a waterfall. Sometimes it might be lazy and slow, and sometimes he’s just chasing his own end and needs to be inside you.

Camping? That tent is seeing some action. You’re little spoon. Simon is big spoon. And he probably has his cock buried deep inside you, rocking his hips lazily while is hand is playing with other parts of you.

But he’s smart not to fuck out in the wilderness. Bug bites are the fucking worse.

In the cabin in the Pacific Northwest? He’s fucking you by the fire while it rains outside.

Simon’s intimacy and romantic side really flourishes during this time. Because there are no outside distractions, he’s able to put his entire focus on you. Along with the sex, Simon is simply an attentive partner. While he’s here to enjoy himself, he is also highly aware of your needs.

Hates when the two of you have to go back to the real world. Would rather disappear with you forever.

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ihavethedreamies · 9 months ago

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Oasis | S.Coups [NSFW]

Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups - Seventeen)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.6k

Pairing: S.Coups x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Violence (mentions of weapons, but nothing else), Pet Names (Doll, Sweetheart, Princess, Pumpkin, etc.), Daddy Kink (as required by law), Swearing, Kissing, Thigh-Riding, Cockwarming, Couch Sex, Slight Breathplay, Soft Dom! S.Coups, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), He's got some ~fancy~ tattoos ;)

Author's Note: Okay this one was…normally I can stay calm writing, but not for a Scoops. He's just so fucking hot…

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The only problem with being in a small village in the middle of the desert is there are very few places to hide. As you run, you turn a corner around a sandstone building into an alleyway. Luckily, there’s a pile of crates with a small enough hole for you to hide. Crawling into the space, you try to stay as quiet as possible while also catching your breath. You’re worried your panting will be too loud. You clutch your bag close to you, not wanting to lose the contents again. Having found what seems to be an extremely valuable artifact, you have tried desperately to get it back after it had been stolen. You had reported the chunk of crystal to the Assembly, and they said it’s possibly valuable enough to bring to headquarters. But, while you were camping out, about a third of the way through a four-day journey, your camp was ransacked, and your crystal stolen. You followed the thieves that turned out to essentially be a gang, and you took it back. They had found you though and have been chasing you for a good hour. They obviously understand the crystal's value if they’re pursuing you so intently. Peeking around the crates, you see a few of the goons run down the street past the alley, but you aren’t brave enough to get away yet.

"Fuck!" You shriek, a hand grabs your braid at the base, hauling you out of your hiding hole. Your hands grapple at his, trying to get him to let you go, legs scrambling on the ground.

"You stupid bitch-" He grumbles, yanking your hair harder till you fall back against his legs.

"Where's the rock?" He snaps and you just glare up at him, not wanting him to realize if you were to look at your bag. You grunt at the tug on your hair, but immediately stop wiggling when you feel something metal press against your neck.

"If I get this back from you, the boss might just promote me-"

"Kind of hard to get a promotion with an extra hole in your head." A new voice speaks, and you can feel the gangster freeze behind you, the knife pressed to your neck retreating slightly. You assume this new man has pressed his own weapon, a blaster most likely, against the guy's head.

"Drop the knife." This new man's voice is steady, strong, and you feel safe already. You hear the blade clatter on the ground, and the hold on your braid releases, so you scramble away from the gangster. Instead of going forward, you basically crawl around and behind the aggressor, and stop once you’re safely behind your rescuer. Just from behind, you can tell he’s strong, his bare arms show his biceps are nearly as big as your thigh, maybe bigger. Smooth geometric tattoos paint his arms, looking similar to a circuit board. His hair is bright red, slicked back just enough to keep the longer strands out of his face, the ends resting just above his shoulders. He has a belt strapped around his torso over his vest, various things attached to it along with several ammo cartridges. Another strap around one of his thick thighs has the holster for his blaster and his pants are tucked into a pair of knee-high combat boots.

"Now screw off before you can't." The man pulls his blaster away, but literally kicks the guy's ass, sending him onto his face a few feet forward. The gangster scrambles to his feet and flees. Once he’s gone, the man before you turns around finally, and your breath leaves you right after you had caught it back. He’s fucking gorgeous. You wonder if the slit in his eyebrow is from a scar, or just for looks, it’s hard to tell in the dark light.

"Are you okay, doll?" He kneels in front of you, even like that you feel tiny…Tinier than usual. You wonder if he can see your reddened face in the low light.

"Y-yes." You nod, letting him wrap his hands around your arms to help you stand up. Your own hands go to his biceps, trying hard not to squeeze to test the muscle there, and your shaking legs finally get you up. You wish he didn’t have the leather gloves on so you could feel more of his bare skin on yours. After you’re both up, the top of your head only reaches his chin, and he smells good-

"Why were they after you?" he asks, and you have to step back to look at him even with your head tipped up.

"Uh…" You aren’t sure if he’s trustworthy, even if he saved you. Maybe he just wants the crystal for himself…

"It's okay, doll. I'm a Ranger." He pulls the chain around his neck up and out of his shirt, an upside-down triangle-like designed pendant on the end. You recognize it, and the title, so you relax. They’re basically freelance, vigilante, bounty-hunter guys. They help people in need and take out or get criminals without having to worry about legal red tape. It’s an elite group, and their identities are not widely known. Sighing in relief at the news, you open your satchel and pull the crystal out. It isn’t refined and it’s pretty heavy. You hand the rock to him, and he looks it over, holding it easily with one hand while he holsters his blaster. The thin but tight black shirt he has on under his utility vest struggles over his chest as he does so, when he speaks you finally bring your attention away.

"This is a diamond, doll." He smiles and your jaw drops. No wonder it’s so valuable. That makes sense why the Assembly Headquarters wants it, they have the largest bank on the planet.

"Seriously?"

"Yep." He once again holds the gem in one hand, pulling a device out of a pocket of his utility belt. The Ranger clicks the end against the gem and looks at the panel on the side as the device beeped.

"About 13 hundred carats." He smirks, arching one of his thick eyebrows.

"Where'd you find this?"

"I'm a Scavenger, so I look for scrap and crashed ships or satellites. This was in some wreckage out near Dekkos." you tell him, a bit surprised he hands the gem back to you.

"Are you bringing it to the capital?"

"Yes."

"You’ll probably have more of those gangsters plus anyone else who finds out after you, why don't I escort you?"

"You’d do that?"

"Of course, doll. I'm Seungcheol, but my team calls me S.Coups."

"S.Coups?" you question, and he chuckles, a bit embarrassed.

"Uh, the S is for Seungcheol, and then coups like coup-d'état."

"You overthrow someone?"

"Well, kind of. Our first mission was to get a corrupt mayor out of power, so…" He smiles, somehow his extremely handsome face looks cute.

"Are you sure you don't mind escorting me?"

"I told you," he leans forward so he’s more eye level, "of course I don't mind."

"Can I calls you Cheol?" you ask him, his name is kind of long and you aren’t sure about his nick name…

"Of course, doll. What do I call you?" You tell him your name in response and when he says it with a smile, your ovaries explode.

"I know it’s late, but I was planning on getting to the next town over, it's about an hour, is that okay?" he asks you as you follow him to the main street and toward the edge of the village. You wrap the diamond up in a head scarf you have and tuck it back in your satchel. Cheol suggests you grab your stuff from your rover and leave it for the time being, since more goons might know it's yours. He won’t even let you carry your own bag.

"That diamond is enough for you to carry, (Y/N)." When you get to his rover, you halt in shock. Not only is it new, but it’s a really nice model too. Yours is nearly thirty years old and is not exactly top of the line, even new.

"Oh, this belongs to the whole group. I just have it most of the time since I'm the leader."

"You're the leader?" You hadn't known that.

"Well, kind of. I'm co-commander along with Woozi." He opens the passenger door for you, and you climb up onto the wheel and into the rover. The seats are nice, and actually seats versus what looks like a restaurant booth. The inside panels are just flat holo-screens, and it even has heating. Your rover only has air conditioning, so at night it can be kind of cold. You ask him a series of questions as you drive to the next town, and he answers each one humbly. Your eyes keeps flitting to his hands on the steering wheel, then up his arms and trace every line of his tattoos, to his side profile-

"Your eyes might burn me, doll." He tries not to smirk, casting you a knowing side glance. You flounder for an excuse.

"It’s fine, sweetheart." Seungcheol rests back in the seat and you shuffle in your own seat, your face not the only part of you heating up. By the time you reach the next town, all you want to do is get in bed, and maybe get him inside you…

"Do you mind sharing a hotel room, I can keep you safer that way." His suggestion is genuine, truly just wanting to protect you. And you’re more than willing.

"That's fine!"

Seungcheol smirks, walking past you into the hotel, one much nicer than the inns or motels you usually stay at. You cringe at your own eagerness, following after him with your head bowed in embarrassment.

"Can we get a suite with two bedrooms?" He pulls his credit chit out; the hotelier taps on her console telling you there’s one available on the fifth floor. You watch her as she works, and she keeps looking up at Seungcheol and all over him. She isn’t blind, you don’t blame her. He takes the room, and you balk at the price.

"Don't worry, doll." He casts you a gentle smile, so you don’t. Judging by his rover, even if he claimed it’s the whole group's, he has money to spare. You follow after him, casting a glance back at the hotelier who is glaring at you. Wanting to stick your tongue out at her like a child, you restrain yourself and wait for the elevator with him. Right as the lift is reaching the ground floor, a group of about seven enters and head toward the elevators as well. Because of this, the lift is full, and you press your small self into the corner, Seungcheol working as a barrier between you and the group of men that have entered as well. You doubt they even know you’re there. They have left the button pressed for the fifth floor, and you both wait for them to get out, then head in the opposite direction. He taps the clear card against the lock, and it dings, opening with a click. He carries both of your bags in, and you look around the suite in awe, never having stayed somewhere so nice.

"I'm going to shower quick." Seungcheol deposits your bag in one of the bedrooms and heads toward the other. There’s a bathroom attached to each room and so you follow suit. Only taking a rinse off since you showered the night before, you find yourself watching some show on the couch. You had changed into shorts and a tank instead of your leather leggings and vest. Your knees are pulled to your chest, feet resting on the cushion, and you’re really trying to focus on the show. It’s so hard though to not think of him in the shower. He’s too freaking hot and there’s only a door in between you and him. Naked-

"Fucking fuck…" You huff at yourself, trying to snap out of your pervy thoughts, but it’s futile. Especially since he’s just come out in nothing but his pants. At least he isn’t just in a towel, but his muscular and toned body is perfectly on display. He has more of the circuit-like tattoos curling up over his shoulders and down his chest and sides of his stomach. You noticed earlier not only are his arms and thighs thick, but he has a butt too. Fuck. He sees you gaping at him, it’s kind of hard not to. It’s like you’ve zoned out…or in rather, on him and he huffs a laugh, a bit embarrassed. However, he feels more smug than anything and his own eyes flick over your mostly bare legs and the low cut of your tank. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t just as attracted to you as you seem to be to him. It’s up to you to make a move though… When you snap out of it and your eyes meets his, he’s smirking and hums with an inquisitive tone.

"Yes?" He teases and you choke on your saliva some, eyes flitting back over his bare chest.

"You curious?"

You nod dumbly.

"Come here, then." Seungcheol smiles and he nearly guffaws at how fast you leap off the couch, but you approach much slower. You stop right before him, hand coming up and hovering over his skin. You flit your gaze up to his face and he nods, taking a sip out of the bottle he’s holding. As soon as your fingertips meet his warm skin, the other hand flies up and you bring them down to rest on his abs.

"Fucking hell." You whisper and he really tries not to laugh, but you can feel his chest rumble a bit. Tracing each curve and angle of the tattoos snaking over him, you notice they seem to let out a slight reddish glow, lagging behind your tracing fingers over the black lines. Your mouth is hanging open as you touch him, likes he’s the best thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of feeling, and he smirks harder. Getting annoy with his smugness, even though it’s warranted and caused by you, you dig your dull nails in a bit and scratch down. Seungcheol sighs, a low groan rumbling out after and your cunt clenches around nothing.

"What-?!" You squeak as he crouches a bit, wrapping one around your upper thighs under your butt, and easily lifts you up against his shoulder. He carries you over to the couch, his bottle still in his hand and you wonder if he could hear your heart pounding. He could probably also feel your wet leaking through your panties and shorts. You glance down and see that the tattoos are on his back too. The man sits on the couch, adjusting you on his lap so you’re straddling one of his thighs. You nearly whine, having to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate, and you can feel the hard muscle through his pants. While they aren’t super tight, with how he’s sitting, they stretch over his thigh just right. He smirks again as he takes another drink, your shorts so thin he can feel your pussy clench as you settle.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, doll?" Your fingers are lazily and lightly rubbing over his skin, it tickles a bit. Those tattoos definitely shimmer when you touch them…

"Can I ride your thigh?" Your voice is so soft that despite how close you are, he almost doesn’t hear you.

"You want that, sweetheart?"

"Yes…dy." He barely hears the last part, your face blossoming red when you let the word slip, eyes widening in panic. Seungcheol groans when he hears it, adjusting his footing and bounces his leg under you a bit, forcing it up and against your needy cunt.

"You wanna ride daddy's thigh, pumpkin?"

"Fuck, yes please~" You gasp, but hold back from moving, nodding.

"Go ahead, then." He takes a casual sip from the bottle, glancing over your shoulder at the TV like he’s actually focusing on it. He licks his lips, swallowing a chuckle when you begin to grind down onto his leg, so hard he feels your pulse from your core. Your little mewls grow louder when you lean forward, losing strength in the rest of your body, resting your forehead on his collarbone. Your fingers dig into the waist of his pants on either side of you, getting closer and closer. While Cheol has had a number of sexcapades, he’s never had a girl be this eager to fuck herself on his leg. Most of the time he’s worried about them finding out he doesn’t - by any means- mind getting called daddy. You’re the first one though to jump on it immediately, and with no hint or prompting from him. He’s thanking fate that he’s the one that rescued you.

"I'm-" You gasp, your hips stuttering.

"Close, pumpkin?" He finally puts the bottle down, his arm curling around your waist, helping you keep your rhythm. His face gets close to yours, so much so your lips are barely touching, and he swallows your moan, invading your mouth with his tongue. You fall apart then, whining as he helps you ride out your high, catching every little noise you make with his lips. Your head is swimming, you nearly gasp for air when he leaves the kiss. Your panties are sticking to your even wetter folds, and he can feel that your slick has soaked through his pants too.

"Did a good job, sweetheart."

"Thanks, daddy." It seems you’re a bit shy with the daddy-kink play, but you started it.

"What now, doll?" Your eyes meet his, unsure with what answer he wants.

"What do you want me to do to you now?" He arches a brow, and your mind runs rampant with all the possibilities.

"W-what do you want to do?" You throw the question back and he tilts his head in thought, humming. You can feel that his cock has gotten hard against your knee, your mouth waters when you glance down at the tent pitched, wondering just how big he really is.

"What if…" As he speaks, his hand drifts from your hip, over your ass, and into the back of your shorts. You moan when his fingers hits your soaking cunt, lightly circling the pad over your entrance.

"…you sit on my cock, and we watch a movie?" His suggestion takes you a second to piece together. Cockwarming? Fuck, yes PLEASE.

"O-okay." You nod and his hand withdraws. He easily moves you to turn around and assists with getting your shorts and panties off. Cheol adjusts his position, and you rest against his chest, reaching down to release his cock from his pants. Your eyes widen, breath hitching when your hand meets the flesh, finally getting him out to see what you have to work with. You’re going to get split in half, and you couldn’t be more excited.

"Daddy~" You whine, head falling back onto his shoulder, your nose brushing over the side of his throat.

"Can you take it, pumpkin?" He strokes the soft skin under your belly button, the sensation makes you shiver, already sensitive.

"Yes."

"Yes…?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl." You sit up a bit more, propping your hips up as he guides the tip of his fat cock to your glistening folds. A bit concerned when you let out a small choking noise, it soon faded into a moan, which rose into a whines as he sinks deeper and deeper. You think he’ll be in your throat by the time he’s all the way in. Your tight core flutters around his cock, the delicious burn of the stretch bringing you dangerously close to another orgasm already. When he’s about another inch to goes, you lose your strength. You slump back into him, gravity pulling you the rest of the way down so his cock buries in completely. Your cunt twitches along with the rest of you, trying to adjust to the stretch and the intense pleasure it causes. If you’re already so sensitive, he wonders how bad you’ll get after sitting on his cock for a good hour.

"Hm, so good, sweetheart. Taking daddy's cock like a pro." His groan rumbles through him and over you, his strong arms wrapping over you to hold you up and to him. After about five minutes, your brain starts to function a bit more, and you try to gets more comfortable on his lap as he starts something you really care not for. It isn’t what the movie is, but you can only think of him splitting you open, and his bare chest pressed to your back. Your legs are spread wide over his lap, knees over his so he can easily hold them open for you. Every few minutes, your entire body twitches from the pleasure, your breath shuddering, trying not to move. You really are a princess, more likes a queen, taking his huge cock so good and sitting still so obediently. He has to push away the thought of immediately taking you as his wife, but man does he wants to. Have you whenever he wants…

"D-daddy…!" You gasp, cunt clenching hard suddenly and he huffs as you cum, not having moved for the last half hour. He wonders how that’s possible, and so do you. Seungcheol has to be a drug, because you’re already addicted. You need him so bad-

"Fuck, hold on…" He grunts, shutting the TV off and wrapping his arms around you tighter, hand on your opposite hip and the other across your chest so his hand can rest under your jaw. He splays his legs better, sliding down the couch a bit to get better leverage, and your nails quickly dig into the back of the couch to prepare. He gives a shallow, but hard thrust and you squeal, releasing babbles as he fucks up into you. Each thrust shatters pleasure through your body, his skin getting hotter against yours. Moreso than is natural, and you realize you can feel the pattern of the marks covering his torso with the heat. They must have been some kind of cybernetics…

"Want more, princess?" He rumbles and you whine an affirmation, his thrusts still hard but too shallow. You don’t want to be able to walk the next three days… The hand he has on your hip shifts, so he splays his fingers over your lower stomach, index and middle fingers resting in a V right around where he’s got his cock inside of you. His other hand on your jaw moves down to your collarbone, lying over the top of your chest, his pinky slightly under the hem of your tank. The heat of his tattoos increases, and suddenly it’s like every one of your nerves is set on fire. He freezes his pace, grunting as your cunt clenches harder as you cum again already, soaking down his balls and over his pants. He chuckles as your core pulses over and over, seeming to never end. You nearly black out, gasping for breath and wondering what the hell that was.

"W-what-?"

"I can use these to affect the nerves of people. I use it to knock out targets, or to ease the pain of someone I’m helping. Can make you real sensitive…" He hums by your ear, his teeth nibbling on the ridge.

"Where do you want daddy to fuck you next, doll?" You nearly don’t register his question, still trying to find your place in reality.

"Bed…" You know it’s cliché, but…

"Of course, sweetheart." He sits all the way up, the position change shifting him inside you and you gasp, whining in disappointment as he pulls you off his cock. Just as easily as he lifted you before, he carries you to his room, grabbing the end of the duvet and easily pulling the whole thing off, letting it float to the floor. Resting you down likes you’re as delicate as a flower, you sigh at the cool fabric hitting your back. Seungcheol kisses the corner of your mouth, and you try to follow his lips, but they leave yours, moving down your jaw and to your neck. Letting him move you, he brings on of your thighs to his hip, slinging your other knee over his elbow. Your cunt eagerly sucks his cock back inside and you whimper as he slowly bottoms out. Giving you just a second to adjust, he leans down and kisses you again. You mewl, your knee resting over his shoulder more than his elbow, the other leg wrapping over his hip as tight as you can manage. A trail of saliva connects your lips when he finally pulls his tongue out of your mouth.

"Ready, pumpkin?"

"Yes, daddy!" You squeak in delight as he starts to move, immediately barreling his fat cock into you, the head battering your cervix. His pace is so intense, your wet drips over his groin and down your butt to land on the sheets. It must have been an extremely secure bed frame, because it only shifts a bit despite his powerful thrusts. You can’t even make little noises, your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth. You’re so fucked out and he wants to keep you like that from then on. Always drunk on him…

"So fucking good…" He chuckles, hand gripping your leg at his hip, easily slinging your other leg over his shoulder, folding you in half. You see stars, the first thrusts at the new angle fuck another climax out of you, your cunt squirting and creaming his cock even more and he grunts at the tightness. His tattoos start to heat up again, you can feel the change on the back of your thighs where he presses down into you. Not sure what sensation he’s going to surge you into, you can’t get ready. The same intense arousal sensitivity starts to rise again, but something else hits you. A slight tightening at your neck, but his hands are nowhere near… It’s very slight and it doesn’t restrict your breathing at all, just giving you a dull squeeze in the best way. Your gasps are from the intensity of your pleasure rather than the press of your throat. Then, your senses shifts, your vision blurs and it seems like you can only hear the woosh of your pulse and his grunts. You feel his skin on yours get hotter than before, his cock seems hotter too, and the scent of sex intensifies. When his mouth goes back to yours, it’s like you can taste his tongue, taste him even more and his groan vibrates your tongue wrapped around his. Without warning, the heat spikes, and your eyes roll back in your head. His hot cum pumps into you, your own final orgasm hitting you, rolling over and over, dulling before reigniting into another full climax. The heat of his cum spilling out from where he’s inside you seems to sear over your skin and when he’s stops, your senses return to normal and it’s like someone throws cold water on you. Your hearing returns to normal, and you can hear the noise of the street again. You finally registers that he’s pulled away from the kiss, hovering over you with a smile. Not a smirk. You can barely get anything out but a whine.

"Did daddy fuck you good, doll?" You nod lazily and he laughs, kissing you again.

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afterartist · 4 months ago

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HELICALTALE MAIN CAST LINEUP!!

(Not ll of the characters but the most important ones to the plot)

‘And now: AU Infodump

BUT BEFORE ANYTHING!!

I will be answering any questions (within reason) any of you have about the au, even if it’s about some random side character only three people have ever heard of before

I live world building and any chance to expand on this world are treasured

I’ll probably answer with fun little doodles as well lol

So ask away :D!!

Basic AU overview:

Helicaltale is NOT a classic based Timeline.

The AU is set in a world where Mt Ebott was destroyed during the war, leaving a desert crater in its place, no protection for the Monsters to retreat and nowhere to seal them underground. In response, the Human mages put a spell on Monster kind, ‘Helios’ Curse’, forcing them to be unable to touch sunlight or else they’d burn (think Vampires or Minecraft Mobs)

The main story takes place 87 years after the war ended and 29 years after friendly communications between the two races begun, with the Monsters settled in a camp like city, made of tents and canvas buildings, around the oasis that formed in the desert that was now known as Ebott crater. Humans and Monsters have achieved peace between the races, regular trading routes and communications set up between the two cities.

Now all that was left was for both Humans and Monsters to find a way to break Helios’ Curse for good.

(None of them can touch Sunlight (minus the humans) but the ones more lightly dressed (Gaster, Alphys, Asgore) all live in the city, with proper buildings not at risk of being blown over at any second so can afford to not be covered up 100% of the time)

Locations:

Ebott City-

The capital city of the country, Ebott is a massive human settlement, overshadowing old ruins left by the war. It’s currently the main base of conferences between human and monster relations.

The Oasis-

The Monster settlement, made from tents and interconnecting canvas sheets, from above it looks like a colourful cluster of a campground, large sheets stretched over the streets. From within it’s only lit by lamps and magic, the sky completely blocked out by tarps and canvas to avoid accidentally getting burned by sunlight, to those not familiar with the city it’s a labyrinth, others, its home.

(A major inspiration for the Oasis is the Kowloon walled city, for those interested in a more accurate visual of the Oasis)

The Great Fence-

While the name conveys grandeur, the fence is a simple chain link fence acting as the border around the entire Oasis, topped with barbed wire and adorned with tarps, it’s designed to protect the residents against wild animals like Coyotes and be a barrier against sandstorms more than it is to keep people out, one of the most regular jobs for the Royal guard other than being general peace keepers is to uphold the fence, often sending patrols out after heavy storms to keep everything in order.

Central Oasis-

A mix between Newhome and Waterfall, it’s the main hub of the town, the Royal family living there along with the majority of schools and recreational areas, most Water based monsters (ie: Shyren, Aaron ect ect) also live in this area, a large lake of water being the centerpiece of the city.

Lights district-

To the west side of the city is the main shopping hub, while much more open than the majority of the Oasis, many stores foregoing walls on their tents entirely, its full of stores and restaurants, the most well known being Grillby’s and Muffets joint restaurant, many visitors to the Oasis come for the night life of the lights district, the monsters that live in that area making the camp around them as flashy and attractive as possible, neon lights and dancing flames lighting up the darkness of the district, the Celebrities Mettaton and Nabstablook have also been alluded to frequent the region and perform for onlookers.

Sandbank-

The Snowden equivalent of the AU, having gotten its name due to its position at the east side of the city, being the least protected by the walls of the crater, Sandbank often gets the brunt of the sandstorms that hit the desert, leading many of the Royal Guards live in this area in case of an emergency during the storms.

Southside (the Black Market)-

Technically not its official name, the Southside of the Oasis is whispered about in the dark of night, rumours telling of an illegal market place and shady monsters working in the south, many a monster wandering in and never coming out. While most likely just old wives tales, its best you keep your distance, just in case.

(Yeah I made the Black Market an actual real marketplace because that will never not be funny to me)

Hotlands-

The north most section of the Oasis is best known as Hotlands, given the name as it’s the highest section of city but also the most shielded by the crater walls, leaving it boiling without any wind to seep out the heat’. There’s been speculation that Hotlands actually sits over an underground chamber of magma, adding to the blistering temperature.

Characters:

The Dreemurrs:

Frisk- (Any Pronouns)

Frisk is an 11 year old kid, a runaway from one of Ebott City’s Orphanages, known for its less than legal treatment of the children. Having joined Chara as the eldest helped them both escape, Frisk followed Chara into the desert, looking for shelter from CPS.

During the trek however Frisk falls sick with an illness, most common in Monsters but able to infect anyone with strong magic, called Icarus syndrome.

With Icarus syndrome being effectively Hyperthermia of the soul, any physical treatment is ineffective, needing a particular medication to have any hope of survival, leaving the crater as not just refuge but possibly their only chance of survival.

Chara- (They/Them)

Chara is 16 and the orchestrator of the escape from the Orphanage with Frisk, after having been in contact online with a kid from the Monster camp that offered assistance. During the escape Frisk fell ill, forcing Chara to locate and purchase the rare medicine. Ending up in the Monster equivalent of the black market, Chara found a monster begrudgingly willing to help, trading a magical glass eye, a prosthetic their grandfather made for both humans and monsters during the war, for a small vial of medicine. The trader warning them to keep out of the black market before dropping the two kids off safely at the center of the Oasis.

Asriel- (He/Him)

Asriel is the firstborn son of the Dreemurrs and heir to the Royal throne, at 16 he made contact and became friends with a kid online, the other telling him of the danger they and their sibling were in at the Orphanage. Quickly offering up his home, knowing both his parents had fostered and cared for many children in the past and wouldn’t turn away two more. Upon meeting them in the Oasis he makes fast friends with both Frisk and Chara, practically adopting them as siblings on the spot.

Toriel- (She/Her)

Queen of the Oasis at 143 years old, Toriel has seen her fair share of bloodshed and peacetime, giving her the knowledge to recognise that protecting young children is the best way to ensure their future, guiding them to Mercy and pragmatic solutions instead of Fighting. One of the first things she did after Monsters had finally settled into the Oasis being starting up a school, becoming the primary teacher for a good few years before other parents eventually began to join her staff. Though, with the two new children her son had brought to her doorstep, she’s begun to realise it’s not just the children of Monster kind that need protection.

Asgore- (He/Him)

King of the Oasis and 146 years old, Asgore grew up at the front lines of the war, the heinous acts shaping him into the pacifist he is today. Currently away from the Oasis, Asgore has turned his sights on communications with the Humans, staying at the city while conferences with the city leaders on trade routes and transportation commence. He is also overseeing the Monster half of the Science team, working closely with the Royal Advisor and Scientists Gaster in developing a cure to Helios’ Curse. He remains in frequent contact with the Oasis, making the trip back every weekend to see his now growing family and make sure Toriel isn’t overwhelmed with responsibilities.

The Fonts:

Dr. Gaster- (He/Him)

At 140, Gaster has spent his life developing weapons for war (the Gaster Blaster being his pride and joy) and perseverance for Monster Kind, having a massive distaste for all Humans and most Monsters. The sudden change from war efforts to restoration efforts throwing his life in disarray. Jumping at the chance to use Human equipment on government funded experiments, Gaster didn’t hesitate to leave his sons Sans and Papyrus (9 and 4 at the time) back at the Oasis to move to the city and begin work. He’s had a hand in creating many inventions helping Monster kind (both helping with the medicine for Icarus Syndrome and a magic Sunscreen that can briefly minimise the effects of the sun) and the head of the Selene Project, the project to break the curse.

Sans- (He/Him)

28 and thriving, Sans has made a name for himself as both the comedic slacker of the Royal guard and the savvy businessman as one of the Black Markets best traders. Having been forced to raise both himself and Papyrus from a young age, Sans became intwined with the black market at the age of 12, after Papyrus caught Icarus Syndrome and receiving no help from Gaster off in the city, Sans was forced to find his own way of getting medication. At the age of 12 he found his way into the black market, ending up trading his right eye, and subsequently some of his shortcut abilities with an underground doctor in exchange for the medicine, to this day he hasn’t told anyone what happened to his eye. From then on he found himself going back and getting into trading as a way of making money as a side job while both he and Papyrus worked to get into the Royal guard, quickly becoming infamous in the criminal world of the Oasis, though he had a rule that no kids were to ever be found trading in the market. A rule that quickly got broken when a young human kid stumbled into his shop, begging for help, offering a magic glass eye as payment. Unable to send the kid off without help (or turn down the irony of selling the meds for an eye) he made the trade before guiding the kid and their sibling to the Oasis center.

(Bonus:)

After dropping the kids off, Sans makes an attempt to use the prosthetic eye, yet upon fitting it into his socket, the magic activated and bonded with his soul, causing the eye to become fused with his being, immovable. Along with the eye he’s suddenly able to see things he, by all means, should NOT be able to see, including text bubbles from the creators (similar to error sans)

He also finds, magically in his pocket, a small golden key, only figuring out its use after stumbling across a door in the middle of nowhere, upon using the key on the door he finds himself in an entirely different AU, door closing and disappearing behind him.

This is what leads him to discover the Multiverse and travel between AUs (inconveniently ending up in Nightmares Castle more times than he’d care to count)

Papyrus- (He/Him)

The Great Papyrus, second in command of the Royal guard at the younge age of 23 (you may applaud now)

Having grown up with just himself and Sans, Papyrus always wanted to become something great to make his brother proud, despite Sans’ insistence that he’s already proud of him. When he was 13, while Sans was out getting food, Papyrus had been targeted and hunted down by a group of bullies from the Southside of town, the group of teens taking turns in beating him up, eventually escalating to the point where one of them pulled a mirror from their pocket and used it to reflect a beam of sun directly onto his face, leaving a permanent scar,

He was saved however, when a teen he recognised from the Oasis center came charging out from one of the nearby tents, picking up handfuls of sand and hurtling it at the other kids before beating them up with her fists alone. Once over, the girl had turned, helped Papyrus up and took him to see her grandfather, the current head of the Royal Guard, a job she loudly proclaimed she was going to have one day,

Ever since then he attempted and eventually got into the Royal guard, along with Sans and the teen, Undyne.

Gersons:

Undyne- (She/Her)

29, Captain of the Royal Guard, Wife of the best woman around, living the high life! Having been raised by her grandfather Gerson for longer than she could remember, she’s always looked up to the Royal Guard, no matter how her Grandfather told her it wasn’t all glory. She’d been sneaking out and training with one of the Royal Guards for 8 years by the time she was 19, stumbling across a fight, six of her classmates beating down on a young skeleton. She’d jumped to defense before she’d even registered it, helping the kid up and getting him patched up where eventually the kids brother, Sans, one of Alphys’ friends found them and thanked her profusely.

The three became fast friends, practically siblings, both of them there at her and Alphys’ wedding and her promotion to Captain of the Royal guard.

Alphys- (She/They)

27 and already one of the best Scientists in the whole country. Alphys’ having grown up in Hotlands would have never dared to dream she’d be working with a whole team of like minded scientists, especially not in the human city, though not being able to see her Wife as often was a dampener. Dr. Gaster was also a bit, overzealous, with the project, it was only a matter of time before the madman created some temporal superflux that blew up half the block, even if she wouldn’t be anywhere near as prestigious without his guidance, despite Sans’ reservations for letting them near him.

(I will be adding more to this AU btw, it’s in my top 3 faves lmao)

Bonus:

Animation I’ve done for Helical Sans to explain how his AU hopping works

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silverlining-ships · 2 months ago

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🧡Lore Compilation & Tag Navigation🩶

✴️ JASVER FAQ:

Anniversary: 06/29/2024

Engagement: 12/25/2024

When I started liking her

When we met

Jasver relationship arc

Do we have a fusion...? -> technically not in my canon, here and here are why -> but for funsies I made one anyway

What was my reaction to Jasper's corruption?

✴️ Jasver Specific Tags:

#jasver 🧡 -> ship tag! both of us together!

#jasper 🏵️ -> WIFE TAG!! either pictures of her, or thoughts about her specifically!

#jasp analysis 📙 -> character analysis, headcanons!

#mia trezoro 🍊 -> GUSH TAG because I've needed one FOREVER...

#ask games 💡 -> for more nuanced details!

✴️ Crossover Tags:

#soundwaves 💙 -> my sibling's -> @the-bluebirds <- ship with Lapis!

#oasis quartet 🏖️ -> jasver & lapiseth shenanagins

✴️ Sandwich Trio Tags:

#sandwich trio 🥪 -> Steven, Connie, and I! the dynamic trio!

#steven 🌺 -> hybrid son of a diamond

#connie ⚔️ -> human master of the sword and wit

#connverse 💖 -> Steven and Connie's ship tag

#stevonnie 🛼 -> their fusion!!

✴️ Other Ship/Character Tags:

#crystal gems. . . go! 💎 -> Pearl/Garnet/Amethyst/Rose/Pink

#b team on the a game ⚡-> Lapis/Peridot/Bismuth

#the future is bright! 💫 -> misc. SU characters/themes

#the homeworld mean girls ⛓️‍💥 -> my OCs Aerogel/Flint/Aura Quartz

✴️ AUs:

#momswap 🍁 -> OG momswap where Lapis, Peridot, and Jasper take the place of Pearl, Garnet, and Amethyst. Steven is still the main character.

#gemswap 🏍️ -> Jasper is a human leader of the local branch of a motorcycle gang. Silver is a Gem coming to check on the status of the Cluster. Jasver..... but opposite

#shipswap 🚣‍♀️ -> Silver is a Camp Pining Hearts character. Jasper learns what selfshipping is. Shenanigans ensue

#pokemon 🐣 -> Pokemon AU!! Jasper is a retired Gym leader, Silver's trying to be the best of the best!

✴️ Silver's Corner:

#silver talks -> textpost tag

#silvero diras -> textpost tag, esperanto flavored

#silver musics -> I write music!

#silver's art -> I draw!

#silver poems -> I write poetry!

✴️ Misc Tags:

#phone call ☎️ -> asks in general!

#imagines ⛅ -> f/o imagines!

#romantic 💕 -> poems, general romance vibes. sometimes gritty stuff is rbed here too, like the slowburn arc

#good vibes 🥰 -> happy thoughts! sometimes the extra sweet imagines get rbed here too!

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#ignore this- this is just for navigation purposes!#figured it'd be nice to have some of the lore stuff all together #if i ever properly write out our story too id probably have the chapters here .... sigh #one day...

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gardenofnoah · 2 years ago

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like real people do

for @medusashima's rise of the dead collab. i blacked out and wrote this in like 4 hours because something about a fucked up prompt speaks to the grimy little freak that scratches around in my skull

wc: 1.8k ish. tags: MDNI, dark content, zombie!au, death. angst no comfort (unless you think cannibalism is comforting, i don't know your life), blood, graphic depiction of infection/injury, gn reader. read at your own risk thx love u

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a virus of unknown origin. researchers hypothesize that it was a spillover transmission event—the wrong rat stumbled across the wrong person at just the right time. some new, distant cousin of the rabies virus, with unexpected symptoms—most notably, the consumption of uninfected people by the infected. some suspected this was due to the genetic make up of the virus itself—it seemed to be fine tuned for longevity, and targeted specific motor functions controlled by the certain portions of the brain. this, combined with the rare psychosis symptom reported to be associated with rabies, may cause an uncontrollable compulsion to spread the infection, or, as others postulated, could convince the brain that uninfected bodies were a remedy for its suffering.

at least that was the hypothesis, when the researchers were alive to articulate it.

with the authoritative voice of science effectively silenced, there was more than enough room for conspiracy theories and hysteria to wiggle in and take hold. it was around that time that the media began to circulate the "zombie" rhetoric, and with no scientific name or official explanation (or government sanctioned placation) in place, an official zombie outbreak took shape. the violence that followed was as deadly as the outbreak itself, and served as another painfully efficient route of transmission. whoever lived through the war in the street died of the virus shortly thereafter. there'd been doomsday folks to warn of the end of times for as long as there'd been a time to be alive in. it was strange, then, when they'd fallen silent too.

you and kento had joined in with a ragtag group of strangers early on—with strength in numbers, you successfully isolated yourself in an old, abandoned cabin in the woods a few miles south of town. you got lucky enough to have a few in your group that some construction experience—before you knew it, you had a fairly well reinforced fortress, where you could continue your game of chicken with death. from there, you could ignore the fact that fewer and fewer of your newfound troop came back with each expedition for food and supplies.

there were books to read there, and if you let yourself, you could even find some joy in cooking meals with whatever kento could find in the pantry. he'd wake you up between moth-bitten sheets with breathless kisses, the two of you just grateful to have the opportunity of another day together. when he dragged you out of bed and twirled you around the creaky floorboards, you could pretend the apocalypse outside of your fenced in oasis was little more than a scary story. sprawled across his chest in the afterglow of some indulgence far removed from your reality, you could ignore the way death lingered on the outskirts of your camp.

you could ignore it, until it was your turn to fetch the necessities.

it was fine until it wasn't, as most things tended to be. you'd located a gas station that your group had missed on previous trips—a little farther out, but with how remote it was, it wasn't likely that it had been completely ransacked. if nothing else, you could figure out how to siphon any gas left in the tanks, and hope it was enough to get the old work truck left in front of your fortress running again. if you were mobile, your chances of survival would raise exponentially.

you'd tried to jimmy the door open with your shoulder as quietly as possible, but time and neglect had caused the wood frame to swell and distort around the metal. you grit your teeth when kento put a boot to the door. splinters of wood and glass shards flew as the scrape of metal rattled your bones. for a sickening moment, all was silent. and then you heard the screeching, and the dragging of rotting limbs against asphalt.

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"fuck, fuck," you grit through your teeth, arms looped under his armpits as you drag him behind the checkout counter and into the first open door with the latch still intact. a storage closet, apparently.

you set him down for a moment, and it's—really, really not good. there's a deep laceration in his slide from a particularly nasty piece of glass. it's nearly eviscerated him.

you don't have the opportunity to fully process what that might mean—all at once, it feels like someone has lit your hand on fire. when you look down, you see a perfect outline of human teeth across the back of your hand.

you reel back from kento. "oh fuck."

you have no idea what to do, looking around wildly as if the storage closet holds the answers to this god forsaken outbreak. and it might, you realize, when you spot an extension cord, coiled up on one of the shelves.

before you can even make sense of your own actions, you're tying one end of the cord to an exposed pipe sticking out of the brick wall, and the other around your neck. like this, your range of motion is just limited enough to keep you away from the door, and away from kento.

but in your haste, you haven't packed his wound. he's going to bleed out at your feet. if you untie yourself, you're probably going to eat him. he's dead either way.

as if he senses your realization, he meets your eyes for the first time.

"where?" he rasps.

it's a moment before you can find your voice. "my hand."

he sighs, squeezing his eyes shut. "i'm so sorry, my love."

"why are you sorry?"

"it's my fault," he's too quiet, and far too uncertain to match the kento that's carried you through the last year of this outbreak, "i drew them to us."

you shake your head, but you're silent. wanting so badly to find the right words, and having a hard time getting your brain to catch up to the current moment. he was upright and steadfast, and now he's staining the tile beneath him. all in the matter of a few seconds.

"you need to untie yourself, love."

"no." you say firmly, barely giving it a second thought.

“you’re just going to watch me rot until you starve to death?” he laughs harshly, choking on it—sputtering a little. he takes a deep breath and he, despite you mentally willing him to stop, continues.

“no,” he rasps, letting his eyes close, “don’t do that. you can have me—it’s okay.”

“stop,” it leaves you with a groan, squeezing your own eyes shut and shaking your head, as if you could dislodge his words, “stop—”

“this won’t end with you and i,” you hear him reach for you, limp arm dragging across the floor. he falls short—you can't bring yourself to meet him halfway, even if you had the range of motion to do it. “you know that, don’t you? locking yourself in here won’t change that.”

and he just keeps talking, keeps prying open the wound you can’t see. "i just want you to make it out, my love. in case they can find a cure."

you can’t answer him. you want to laugh in his face, you want to scream at him and shake him. but you can't do anything—can't even tell him that you don't want to make it out without him, because when you look down at your hand again, you find that the tissue surrounding the bite has turned necrotic far too quickly—as if you were watching yourself rot, sped up or on loop. you know what comes next.

you know you’re out of time.

the burn radiates up to your neck. your vision blurs a bit with the pain, and then with hot tears as it hits you—these are the final moments of your life. you wonder what you ever did to deserve to watch the love of your life bleed out in front of you. what could have been so bad, to then be forced to desecrate his corpse.

“ken,” you choke, curling in on yourself, chin dropping to your chest. it’s an animal attempt at self-soothing—like a house cat that knows the end is here, you feel the instinct to isolate—to protect the others around you—even now. you are reduced to only primal senses: fear, grief, love. the need to survive. to ensure the survival of those you love, even in the final moments.

he’s fading just as quickly, but he’s stubborn.

“c’mere my love,” he slurs, blinking slow, “it’s alright.”

against all of your fleeting senses, you find yourself unraveling the cord from around your neck. if you looked down, you’d see that your arm is now blackened to the elbow.

some part of you already knows, though, so you don’t bother.

you’re focused on his face, through your tears—the blue eyes that hold yours despite the puddle of blood that you now crawl through. the smell is nauseating, but so is everything else about this—you feel it soak through your tattered jeans as you pull yourself toward him on your three remaining limbs.

you stop when you’re over top of him, breathing heavy and dripping tears and drool onto his face. he doesn’t mind, and you’re not sure he can even feel it anymore with the way he’s looking at you like nothing about this is abnormal.

“ken,” whispered, because one last secret between you is a luxury you feel entitled to, “i’m afraid.”

“i know, my love,” there’s a soft smile on his face that wraps around your heart like barbed wire, “one more kiss? before we meet again.”

“are you fucking crazy—”

“please,” he croaks, and you see the fear mirrored on his face for the first time, “please. just one.”

you shake your head stubbornly and yet you reach for him, hands on both sides of his face. you ignore the way you see every one of your veins in your periphery, bold and darkened with decay, pulsing and searing as they trail up your shoulder. with the way you feel it creep up the side of your face, you imagine you have only a minute at most before the virus reaches your brain.

“i love you,” he breathes against your lips, and you can taste it on your tongue—his love and his leaving, all in three words. if you were a better person, you’d let him go peacefully.

you think you can feel it, then, when it hits your brain stem. latching on to every nerve, every synapse—choking the life—the willpower— out of you, one cell at a time.

“please,” he rasps, and you don’t know if he’s begging for you to let him go, or if he's pleading with someone else, now.

you don’t let yourself deliberate. you drag your lips down his jaw, vision spotty. you hover over the faint pulse of his jugular, hyper aware of how hard his body is fighting to keep him alive right now. feeling the fluttering of arteries, fighting to find something to circulate through themselves.

for a reason you hope you won’t have to justify if there is an afterlife, you open your mouth—whisper one last apologetic declaration of love against his skin—and you bite down.

you bite until teeth touch teeth again. sinew shreds underneath, and you let it flood your mouth. you hear it when it starts—the death rattle, deep in his chest—and rip yourself away with a piece of him and squelch that should make your stomach turn, but doesn’t.

he loved me, you think, forcing yourself to swallow. feeling him slide down your throat in some sort of sick last rite—an act of closure that suddenly feels fitting as he struggles to suck down one last breath. he loved me.

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#911? i've killed my husband please help #the way that i kicked my feet writing this #i want to write more of this #rip my mans though #nanamin #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami fic #nanami kento dark fic #collab: rise of the dead #fic: like real people do

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ivoryminitower · 1 month ago

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Echoes of Home: 71 - Steve ("no XP")

Echoes of Home: FFXIV AU OC – WoLs on Earth

I got a call this morning. "Hey, Sid…it's Scott."

"Scott who?"

"Scott. From Murray's. You busted my shoulder…?"

"Shoulder! Right, sorry, didn't get your name before. What's up?"

"That guy I told you about? Thought he could help you with your fighting? He's agreed to come by."

"Oh. Cool. Can you have him pick up a tire iron? I'll pay for it when we get together."

"Tire iron…? You can't get one yourself?"

"It's better if he brings it. Trust me."

No idea what Scott from Murray's has to offer us. I suppose we can dislocate his shoulder again if he's wasting our time.

With fights not happening, at least in Sperry, we should be looking for alternative sources of income. Not that we need that much in the way of money, but eventually we'll need some form of ID. My info sources on fake ID are mostly fiction and rumor, but I'm hearing $25k per person. We need to start saving up.

Purveyors of identification might be receptive to payment in gold. It's relatively anonymous. We haven't found gold yet. Wikipedia doesn't list gold within a thousand miles of us, with the strongest prospects being Nevada and the Carolinas. Some sites say there's gold in Oklahoma, but so little of it that you have to filter carefully while panning lest you miss it.

Gold can be found in Eorzea at certain times of the day in a cavern that leads between sparse woodland and an area called The Burning Wall. It's a deep oasis with waterfalls and a pool at the bottom. It has blue-glowing vegetation, big yellow-glowing crystals, snurbles (fluffy, downy, bad-tempered birdlike things the size of chickens) and mirror knights (spiky, even worse-tempered birdlike things the size of men). I don't know of any place like that, but I'm still researching.

Silver, on the other hand, is found in Eorzea in a wooded rocky pass near a stream outside of Buscarron's Druthers, a frontier town in the frontier of another frontier town called Quarrymill. That sounds enough like the Ozarks that we should plan a camping trip there to see before it gets too cold.

But silver is kind of unwieldy. At $21 an ounce it's worth more than a hundred times what copper's going for, but we're still talking pounds of the stuff for any real value. The aforementioned identity purveyors might balk at us dumping a hundred and fifty pounds of silver on their desk. But as a backup source of cash, we might be able to liquidate a few hundred dollars' worth a week without getting too much attention.

There's also the possibility of actual work. Official jobs are out of the question until we have some sort of tax ID. But people here have apparently gotten used to the idea of us doing odd things, so they're starting to approach us about odd jobs. The shed turns out to be a better resumé than the tables; I've been asked to help do some repairs and light construction. I'm a day laborer they don't have to go find on the street.

Tsu'na's glamour prisms will be handy for that. Not that our crafting gear looks ugly or anything (and in fact it shows off my wife's figure nicely), but it does look a little Dickensy. Now we can glamour to off-the-rack Ts and painter's pants and maybe blend in. But if we can't find or make a glamour dresser we'll be going through a helluva lot of prisms.

So. Sunday night.

No one died. The guy who lost his hand coulda bled out, but Tsu'na said Myra said he got to a clinic. So no one died. No XP, no gil.

Would've been easy. Dagger to the gut. Throat slit. Head chopped off. Neck snapped. Could've dropped Inside Guy in the changing room and there wouldn't even be a chopped-off hand to worry about. Just a body Myra would have to deal with.

We could solve a lot of problems with force and skill. Maybe create more, but we could then solve those too.

Just like we did at home. In Eorzea. With NPCs.

Just like in a video game.

I think I'll finish up the bicycle.

#ffxiv #ffxiv echoes of home #ffxiv writers #ffxiv fanfiction #final fantasy xiv fanfic #ffxiv writing #writeblr

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brandwhorestarscream · 11 months ago

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Nope, head empty, zero ideas. Would love to hear about the original au!!

*cracks knuckles*

I am so glad you asked!

So, the original AU's plot, as simple as I can make it, follows a very young Orion Pax as the only demigod child of the 13th Prime, God of beginnings, endings, and rebirth, whom we've given the name Aurum Prime. Orion spent the first chunk of his childhood in the wilderness of Cybertron, eventually found and brought to Iacon where he was adopted by a nice couple that had a daughter about his age. He stays with them for several years, not finding out about his heritage until he's about 12-ish. He gets hauled off the The Sanctuary, which is essentially this AU's version of Camp Half-Blood or Jupiter. A holy, blessed hidden oasis where demigods are safe from monsters

Unfortunately, the night of Orion's arrival, the favorite child of Alpha Trion (born to his chosen Acolyte) disappears. Orion is accused of being involved with his kidnapping, and joins the rescue mission quest to help save him

There's a lot more after that, Unicron and quintessons and a god in chains and a pair of star-crossed lovers, but 🤭 I'll let you guys ponder and send more asks if you want! Questions or ideas or suggestions, it doesn't matter! I want all of it 💖

#we called the 13th Prime Aurum because Optimus Prime literally means No. 1 The Best #hes the golden child. golden prime. aurum prime.#please laugh because im FUNNY #what...... do i call this au? son of the golden god??

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keicordelle · 11 months ago

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The Daily Inconveniences of an Au Ra: Swimming

Alphinaud peered dubiously over the edge of the dock, staring into the deep blue water below before looking back to at Keshet. "This is a terrible plan. Do you even know how to swim?"

Keshet arched a brow at him. "Of course I do."

"Don't your people live in the desert?" Alphinaud asked. Desperation crept into his voice in place of his usual curiosity, and Keshet frowned at him, perplexed.

"Well, yeah, but it's not like we never leave it. There are rivers everywhere on the Southern half of the Steppe. Plus, our camp is built around an oasis. I mean, swimming in it is frowned upon, but... It happens, you know."

Alphinaud's lips stretched in what could only be called a grimace. Bordering on a scowl even. "Ah. I see."

"See, even the Warrior of Light knows how to swim, and he's a bloody desert-dwelling lizard!" Alisaie crowed, hands in her hips as she lorded over her brother like she were claiming some sort of victory. Keshet could put together the pieces well enough on his own, and decided swiftly that he did not particularly care to get caught up in another sibling argument. Two months on a boat with them had faced him with more than enough to last him a lifetime.

He turned his back on Alphinaud, who was defensively protesting something about swimming "hardly being a necessity", and silently stripped out of his top, stowing it carefully away. A stretch to the left, another to the right, flex the tail to make sure it's limber, aaaaand splash!

Oh that felt nice. Disgruntled cries rose up behind him, but he paid them no mind. Their voices were lost to him once his head dunked under the water anyway, and then it was just him and the waves. He cut through the sea, his tail swishing through the water as if to steer. It didn't help much, honestly, but the feeling of the water's drag along its scales was nice, and if he was being completely honest, it was just more fun that way.

He'd never really had a particularly strong love for the water. He was a middling swimmer at best, far from the prodigious talents of the Ejinn tribe, but he was alright. He was from the desert, after all, and he hadn't had quite as much chance as most others to put his skills to the test - not that he was going to admit that to Alphinaud. He didn't know much about Sharlayan, but it must be really arid if even Alphinaud, eminent scholar and always eager to suck down knowledge wherever he could, had never had the chance to learn.

After all, there was something freeing about the slip if water around him, supporting him entirely. Ejinn or not, he did rather enjoy the feeling. It made him feel like a kid again, pretending to be a snake or a crocodile as he shimmied up the river, horns carving the way through the water.

Before he knew it, he'd reached the far shore, hauling himself up on the sands to wait for the others to join him. He'd found a nice rock to sun himself on by the time Alphinaud finally climbed out from the sea, looking rather like a drowned rat. He hunched over his knees, panting for breath, before leveling a plaintive look at Keshet. "Why did you have to know how to swim?"

Read the rest of the series on Ao3!

FIRST | PREV | NEXT

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfiction #au ra wol #alphinaud #alisaie leveilleur #final fantasy xiv #keshet dotharl #daily inconveniences #my writing #~k #I don't know why I apparently tag things with just alphinaud's first name but alisaie's full but apparently I do

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hello-eden · 8 months ago

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DC X PJO part 2

Barbra Gordon daughter of Dione (Titaness of oracle)

Stephanie Brown daughter of Hebe (Goddess of youth)

Cassandra Cain daughter of psyche (Goddess of the soul)

#batfamily #batman #batfam #barbara gordon #stephanie brown #cass cain #cassandra cain #pjo x dc #camp oasis au

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realm-sweet-realm · 9 months ago

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One For All, Chapter Five

In an AU where the protagonist never fell from the sky, the Survey Corps will have to pull together and make use of every resource at their disposal to face the challenges present in Pokemon: Legends Arceus. There will be surveyshipping.

This is the second-last chapter.

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The silence in the cave was deafening. Cyllene stepped forward. “Very well,” she said.

T e l l m e, h o w d i d i t f e e l t o l o s e y o u r p a r e n t s?

"Telepathically?" Cyllene asked. She hadn't seen reason to think about that in ages. But as much as she didn't like where this trial was going and feared what else Mesprit might ask her to recount, Hisui needed the red chain. And if she could do it without tarnishing her image to the others, it would be for the far better.

E v e r y o n e h e r e w i l l h e a r y o u e i t h e r w a y.

Cyllene hesitated.

I f y o u c a n 't t e l l t h e m, I c a n s h o w t h e m. B u t y o u m u s t s h a r e y o u r e m o t i o n s t o p a s s t h e t r i a l.

"Show them, then."

The cave walls gave way to an illusion of a house in the countryside surrounded by farmland. The illusion of a tall, armoured man walked through the group and knocked on the door, which was opened by a nervous-looking girl of about twelve with long ice-blue hair.

"Hello? Who is this?" the girl asked.

The man shifted uncomfortably. "My name is General Kamado," he explained in a somber tone. "I've heard that your parents went missing."

The girl nodded. "They've been gone for two days. Have you seen them?"

Kamado hesitated. “In a sense, yes.”

The girl seemed to see the writing on the wall. She let out a nervous laugh as her eyes went wide. “They’re alive. You saw them alive, right?”

Kamado said nothing, but his pained look said everything.

“No. No… No. How…?”

Kamado took a deep breath. "They were found impaled and their bodies dragged into the underbrush. Most likely a random act by Johtonian ninjas. I'm sorry."

For a moment, the girl was in shock. And then she burst into tears and started crying into her hands. A wave of panicked distress hit Cyllene, and, if their faces and wet eyes were any indication, everyone else in the cave. Mesprit was making them all feel how she'd felt.

"Do you have any relatives that would take you in?" Kamado asked. "I'm sure there must be neighbours, at least."

The girl didn't even look up. Kamado took her in his arms and brought her in close, allowing her to bury her face in his chest.

"Come with me," Kamado said. It was something that Cyllene understood as an adult to be a more self-driven act than she'd known back then. Kamado and his wife had been unable to have children, and it would not have been difficult for him to find another place for her. Still, it had been the best thing he could have done for her. She'd needed the oasis he'd provided.

N o w w e w i l l s h o w t h e m w h y y o u j o i n e d t h e w a r, Mesprit explained, and the scene shifted to show an only slightly older Cyllene looking out the window, the deep bags under her eyes visible even in the early morning light.

Cyllene shut her eyes tight. Rei thought of her as so brave and heroic. This would change that. More importantly, it was treading far too close to things she did not want any of them to see.

A woman entered the scene and sighed. "I wish you'd at least try to sleep," she said. "I worry about Kamado not coming back, too. But he's survived every battle he's been in so far, and he's seen a few!" The woman smiled in a weak attempt to be comforting.

Cyllene turned to the woman. "How old do I have to be to help out at the camps?"

"You'd be old enough now."

"Then I want to be where he is as soon as possible."

The scene shifted to Cyllene sitting with a group of soldiers, comically small next to most of them. Kamado was amongst them, and being able to see where he was served as an immense comfort. "Hey, wanna learn how to fight, pipsqueak?" asked a large, red-haired young woman.

"Sure," Cyllene said. Before long they were squaring off in a field, swords in hand. Metal clashed against metal, and Mesprit allowed the others to feel her excitement. Zisu was clearly holding back, but not as much as she was expecting to for a beginner. It had given Cyllene the idea that maybe she could do more than keep Kamado in her sights- maybe she could take revenge on Johto.

The scene shifted again to her and other soldiers in armour, marching toward a similar group of Johtonians in a field- foot soldiers and archers to the front, with the samurai vanguard close up behind them. Thankfully, Cyllene couldn't find herself in their ranks, so it was unlikely anyone else could. But she could feel bloodthirsty excitement in her chest, another emotion forced on her by Mesprit.

No, not this. Not in front of the clan leaders, Cyllene thought as the apparitions of archers and footsoldiers phased through their group. She didn't need them to see her bloodlust.

D o y o u w i s h t o t e l l t h i s? Mesprit asked.

Just as Mesprit finished its question, a Johtonian samurai broke formation- perhaps out of panic or suicidal impulse- and ran, pushing through the Hoennian ranks. On instinct, Cyllene drew her sword to defend herself from the attacker, but the apparition faded right through her and attacked instead a Hoennian soldier with a stance almost identical to her own. The soldier struck the sword from the Johtonian's hand, knocked them down, and lowered their blade towards their throat. A distinctly female scream came from the armored figure, whose face was hidden by a helmet. Cyllene was momentarily stunned. She wasn’t expecting a woman. But there was no room for hesitation. She slit the Johtonian’s throat, stood up, and fell back into formation.

I killed a woman. Why does it matter that it’s a woman? Many of us are women, too. Why did that catch me off-guard? Cyllene thought, numb as she marched forward and arrows from the archers began to rain.

Suddenly, Cyllene felt a hard tug at her hair. Mesprit was right in front of her, trying to get her attention.

I a s k e d t h r e e t i m e s i f y o u w a n t e d t o t e l l t h e m i n s t e a d o f s h o w t h e m, Mesprit explained.

Despite herself, Cyllene took a moment to respond even as the cave once again became a cave. She glanced back at a horrified-looking Rei. She could have saved him from seeing this.

“What is the next question?” Cyllene asked, returning her attention to Mesprit and sheathing her sword.

Y o u 'v e k i l l e d p e o p l e, Mesprit stated. H o w d i d i t f e e l?

"The only people I killed were enemy soldiers. It was my duty to Hoenn."

N o t w h a t I a s k e d.

"It... does no good to think of that... but you leave me no choice. I expected to enjoy taking revenge on Johto. I… did, at times. I don't know how many people I killed and how many I merely wounded, but severe wounding isn't always an improvement on death. I've caused screams- men, women, boys, children so young I'm not sure whether they were girls or boys. I hated Johto, but I did not enjoy that. But it was necessary whether I enjoyed it or not. My actions were correct. It shouldn’t matter if my feelings were."

B u t i t d o e s, t o y o u.

Cyllene remained silent.

T e l l t h e m h o w t h e w a r h a u n t e d y o u, Mesprit ordered.

Cyllene closed her eyes and tried to put it into words she’d be willing to say. It was impossible. "Show them," Cyllene said. It was the only way she was going to complete this.

Cyllene turned her back and walked past the others. She could hear memories play out behind her. The first one was one in which, during peacetime, she’d thought a Johtonian was attacking and Kamado had to hold her down to keep her from hurting anyone. The jolt of panic that Mesprit forced through her shook her up so badly that nothing she heard registered after that. She was a trembling mess, hoping that the others didn’t look back at her. She wanted to tell them that that had been years ago, that she wasn’t like that anymore, that it had only caused her to be dangerous once. But there was only so much faith she could inspire in this state, and regardless, the damage was done. The damage was still being done. And she was too keyed up to even know what it was.

O n e l a s t q u e s t i o n, a n d i f y o u 'r e h o n e s t, t h e t r i a l w i l l b e c o m p l e t e. H o w d o y o u f e e l a b o u t t h i s t r i a l?

Cyllene turned back to face Mesprit, back to her steely professionalism. "It is an appalling waste of time and of my usefulness as a captain. The Survey Corps needs to think of me as a strong and infallible leader, and our allies need to see me as impartial and reasonable. You have helped us to save the world, but there was no reason for the cost."

W e l l t h e n…

Mesprit plucked out one of its plumes and handed it to Cyllene.

"Thank you," Cyllene said, taking it. Thankfully, the loathesome creature faded away after that.

"Our next location is in the Coronet Highlands. We'll travel on our flying Pokémon and stay low enough to find the rest of the Survey Corps. With any luck they will be gathered at the ruins Cogita described," Cyllene commanded the others, voice steady. She turned to exit the cave and began walking past the others, averting her eyes from whatever reactions they might have had. "Do what you will after the sky is fixed, so long as you do not breathe a word of this to anyone. But until then, you will follow me." There was a moment of uneasy silence as the group left the cave. “Please,” Cyllene added.

"Y-you got it, ma'am," Rei replied, "None of it leaves this cave! And we’re right behind you."

Cyllene didn’t look back.

Outside the cave, the red sky persisted, painting the landscape in its oppressive gloom. It was all the reminder Cyllene needed that now was the time to focus on the immediate.

The flight was short, and before long the six landed in front of Cogita and around two dozen Survey Corp members.

"Ah, there you are," said Cogita. "Did you bring the keys from the lake trio?"

"Yes," Cyllene replied, digging out the plume as Rei and Laventon did the same with their respective supplies.

"Perfect. While you were gone, I led the Survey Corps to harvest enough origin ore to make a few pokéballs from the red chain. We decided that would be the best use for it."

Cogita took the three items and carried them to the center of the Celestica ruins, the Survey Corps as well as the six following along to watch what was sure to be a mystical process. Once she was there, apparitions of the lake trio appeared and levitated the items from her hands. The items spun, bathed in red light, and then transformed into a beautiful chain of red gems that fell back down into Cogita's hands.

Cogita turned back to the group. "There. Now, what do you say, Survey Corps? Shall we do the crafting ourselves and allow these six a chance to rest? The lake trials aren’t easy. And lord knows that you have quite the challenge ahead of you."

"Thank you, Cogita,” Cyllene said.

It wasn't far to the Galaxy Team's nearest encampment, where the group started a fire and put on some food. The cries of Pokémon filled the air as the less intelligent ones played outside their balls and the cleverer ones bayed at the foreign sky. It was loud enough to save the six from attempting to make awkward conversation to distract one another from the reality of facing their allies or fellow Galaxy Team members. The group especially gave Cyllene her space, sensing that she was in no mood for casual interaction.

Laventon sent out the strange trio of Pokémon he’d brought- the specimens he called a rotom-mow, a porygon-Z, and a bronzong.

“Alright, you three,” Laventon called out over the noise, “If you have any special world-saving powers you’d like to share with me, now would be the time! Because time really is of the essence right now, and, well, um… I’m afraid it’s been hard to figure out exactly what you do or how you work biologically, or, well, anything about you, really.”

The three Pokémon looked at each other and appeared to laugh at him before joining the other Pokémon in the encampment at their play.

While Laventon watched the strange Pokémon, he felt someone grab his shoulder. It was Adaman, and Irida was standing beside him.

“You need to talk to Cyllene,” Adaman said.

Irida nodded in agreement. “It makes sense that the trial would shake her up, but she can't lead the mission while she's this fragile. You’re closest to her. You need to either comfort her or make her step down.”

Laventon looked back at the captain, who was tending the fire, apparently deep in thought. “I’ll talk to her,” he said.

Laventon sat down next to Cyllene. “Perhaps bringing those enigmatic creatures wasn’t my wisest move. But I couldn’t have forgiven myself if I found out later that they could have saved us!” he started, trying to keep the tone light.

“You have your typhlosion. That will be enough if you are separated from the group.”

"Do you want to go for a little walk, captain?"

"No," she said firmly, still looking to the fire.

"Please?"

Cyllene sighed. "Fine," she answered, getting to her feet.

Cyllene led the way into the pines, eyes forward.

"You know, you're nothing special to me," Laventon said. "Er, um, I mean, you're nothing different to me. Um, wait." Laventon sighed heavily. "What I mean, captain, is that I studied in Johto. My work had nothing to do with the war, but I met plenty of people who were affected by it.”

“And you can use that information to decide whatever you please once the world is saved. Until then, you follow me regardless of how it bothers you that I could have enjoyed hurting some of those people.”

“That isn’t what I meant at all. You're not anything I couldn't understand. Even if you were, you've proven yourself as a leader. And you didn’t do anything wrong during the war. Your feelings may have been complicated, but-”

Cyllene stopped dead. “I killed people. I chose to fight as soon as I was allowed because I wanted to kill people.” Her hands were balled into fists, and they were shaking. “I allowed Rei to witness a person bleeding to death. I don’t even know what else Mesprit showed you. And the clan leaders- what were they saying to you?”

“That you’re reasonably shaken up. I promise that’s all. None of us fault you for that, I’m sure of it.”

Cyllene looked back at Laventon. At very least, she knew he could trust him on that. Laventon knew how others thought. He was far better at that than she was. If that's what he saw, and if he were telling the truth, then he was probably correct. “Thank you,” she said.

“Do you need a hug?” Laventon asked, opening his arms.

Cyllene stepped into Laventon’s embrace, returned it, and cried, just like she’d cried in Kamado’s arms so many years ago. She’d lost her parents, lost her innocence, and then forged herself into a good and strong leader, both in action and in appearance. But it still felt so good to get the comfort she would have moments ago said she neither needed nor deserved.

After a while, the two separated. "Thank you," Cyllene said, her breathing returning to normal.

Laventon flashed his goofy smile. "Of course. We need you clear-headed for what's ahead, after all! Do you think you’re ready to lead?"

“Yes,” Cyllene said. Laventon could see the fire returning to her eyes.

“Jolly good! Shall we return to camp?”

“Yes.” There was a pause. “No. Before we return, there is something I’d like to tell you.” Cyllene looked Laventon directly in the eyes. "Laventon. You are my subordinate, and as such I wanted to keep an image to you. But, now that there are no secrets... I want you to know that I..." Cyllene squeezed her eyes shut as though bracing for something painful. "I love you. If we survive this, and you feel the same way, I would like to be with you."

Laventon crossed the space between them and kissed her on the lips, to which she immediately reciprocated.

#pokemon #captain cyllene #professor laventon #mesprit #captain kamado #rei #my fanfiction

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